Chapter Five
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August 8, 1991
Bellflower, Oregon
Mulder and I sit staring at the blank wall inside the prison cell of Billy Miles. The blank blue eyes stare back at me. He is definitely a cold-blooded killer through and through. He didn't have to be an alien replacement.
"How can I re-phrase this for you, Mr. Miles," Mulder pauses, getting annoyed, "we know that you had some involvement in Theresa Neman's death. You might as well talk now because you have nothing to lose."
I place my hand on Mulder's arm, telling him to stop. "Mulder," I whisper.
He angrily pulls away from me and gets up out of the chair. He starts to pace the room while I continue to stare back at Billy Miles. His blue eyes twinkle with recognition.
"You're one of them," Billy whispers.
"One of who?" I ask him.
"You've been abducted. You saw the light," Billy tells me prophetically.
"I've never been abducted," I tell him calmly...because I really hadn't been in this life...in the other one, yes, but not this one.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Mulder butts in.
"She's been abducted numerous times," insists Billy and then he looks at Mulder, "And you will be."
I can see Mulder fuming in his shoes. He walks over to the cell door and screams, "GUARD!...GUARD!"
The guard rushes to the door and opens it. I follow a fuming Mulder out of the cell and the prison. He doesn't say a word all the way through the prison. Finally, we get outside and he stops.
"Mulder?" I question.
He turns around and confronts me.
"What is it?" I ask again.
"Billy Miles...," he pauses.
"Billy Miles what, Mulder?"
"He's right..."
"Right about what?"
"Your abduction," Mulder whispers.
I stare at him in disbelief. Mulder knows somehow or someway that I was once abducted or maybe he knows something about my past that I don't.
August 10, 1991
X-Files Office
"Its all right here, Scully. Everything about your abduction," Mulder says quietly handing me a file.
I shake my head in disbelief. "Mulder this can't be right. I know that I've never ever been abducted before. Jack said that everything is the same. I wasn't abducted in the other life and so I couldn't have been in this one," I mumble, my voice getting softer as I finish.
Mulder gives me a blank stare. "Scully, just read it," he demands quietly.
I start to read, silently. My name appears at the top of the file, my birth date and then my age appears. It says that I was eight years old when I was abducted for the first time. There is a tracking record of all off the years that I was abducted. And then there are accounts of hypnotic sessions that I went through as a child. Copies of diary entries, police reports and then finally there is a death certificate at the very end of the file. I stare at it, not completely comprehending it. It is not my own, but rather a child of mine. A daughter, Emily Ann Scully, born on December 25, 1982 when I was sixteen. The child lived only a week.
I finish reading the entire file and look up at Mulder. He looks back into my eyes, questioning everything in that file.
"Scully? I don't understand. I thought that you would tell me about this. I thought that we trusted one another," Mulder states looking hurt.
"Mulder, I swear to God that I never knew anything about this. I can't even begin to explain it," I try and tell him, trying to convince myself as well.
"You must have known. Why else would someone want to investigate alien abductions if they themselves had been abducted," Mulder says, the trust completely leaving his eyes.
I stare at him questioning his statement and then I take a closer look at the file. It is an X-File, Number 100, meaning that it had been documented twenty years ago when I was eight.
My parents knew about it all along, but then I realize that somehow my parents were much like Mulder's in the other life. His father worked for the CIA, like my father had in this life. So for some reason my dad had to make a choice, one of his children had to be abducted...and that child was me. Mulder gets up from his desk and walks away...possibly walking completely out of my life.
I stand staring at the door that Mulder had just exited from, his footsteps echoing on the cold tile outside the door. I look at the file once again, staring at it, not believing a word of it. My parents are both dead...I can't ask them if it is true and I'm pretty sure that they'd deny it if they were still alive. Something must have gone wrong in this life, something must have changed.
I start to rummage through the stuff in my desk until I pull out a cylinder shaped object. It's the I WANT TO BELIEVE poster. I take out carefully, unroll it and curse myself for doing it, but I tear it down the center, ripping apart the whole meaning of wanting to believe.
Footsteps echo in the hall outside our office, getting closer and closer until they stop at the door. I look up from the two halves of the poster and see a shadowy figure in the door.
"Who's there?" I ask into the dark hallway.
The person steps forward, revealing themselves. There before me stands, not Mulder, but rather Deep Throat.
"Who are you?" I ask, scared that I'm seeing a ghost.
"I have information for you," he whispers almost silently.
"What kind of information?" I question.
"About your abduction," he states, taking another step towards me. He looks at my hands holding the ripped poster and shakes his head. "Dana, ripping that poster is saying that you know what is out there, but you can't accept it and in that you are lying to yourself. You are lying to Mulder."
"Mulder doesn't trust me anymore," I almost whine at him.
"That man will trust you in any life, including this one," Deep Throat says.
I stare at him in disbelief. He knows that I'm not supposed to be here. He reads this blank stare that I'm giving him and starts to come towards me, producing a file.
"This is only a tidbit. I can't give you the whole puzzle because then you wouldn't be fulfilling the reason you are here," he says starting to retreat to the door.
"You are telling me that if I solve this case, I'll be able to go home?" I ask excitedly.
"Dana the future is yours and yours alone," Deep Throat says prophetically and walks out of the office, leaving me to ponder the exact meaning of this life and to understand what exactly that this case it meant to uncover.
I start to read the X-File that Deep Throat had just left with me. My fingers waver over the front page. It's a file about a woman that was abducted numerous times, recieved an incurable cancer, was cured miraculously, and then became pregnant with a child that was the result of a miraculous conception. It was my story, the one that I yelled at Doggett for bringing to my attention after Duffy Haskell claimed that his wife gave birth to an alien.
This case had records throughout eight years of this woman's life, her name still unrevealed. I read through every account. She was abducted when she was eight, underwent tons of medical procedures, she was returned barely alive and was thought to have been dead for almost five minutes before they revived her.
She couldn't remember her abduction, underwent hypnosis, and in turn started to remember. By the time she was twenty she had gained a strong interest in medical science and pathology. She became a FBI agent when she was twenty-four, partnered with a man that she both lost and found again after his untimely death. When she was thirty-seven years old she gave birth to a son and not long after that she was killed by unknown sources.
Her son is now thirty years old and followed her same path. I stop my reading at stare at her son's innocent five year old face. It was the last picture taken of him before an unknown man kidnapped him. I could pick those eyes from anywhere and that nose stood out so prominent on the child. I could also see my son in this picture.
I flip the picture over. The date on the back is 1966. The child to my utter surprise is Mulder.
His mother is an X-File and I think that Mulder knows more about this case, more about this life than he would lead you on to believe, more than he would lead me on to believe.
I pick up my coat hastily and run towards the door. Making my way up the stairs and out the FBI building with the file in hand, needing to find Mulder.
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