Disclaimer: They belong to Carter, not me.. and all that jazz.
Summary: See Part 1
Rating: PG-13, maybe PG
Spoilers: A slight reference to Gethsemane and The X-Files Game.
Thanks to: My muses.
Warning: This story may change POV several times. There will be a
line like this:
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In between such sections.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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"STOLEN PAST (5/5)"
By: Penni
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Gold Bar, WA
Fox Mulder pulled up in front of a beautiful Victorian-style
house and got out of his car. He took note of the Sting Ray in the
driveway and knocked on the front door. After a minute or so, it
opened.
"May I help you?"
"Are you James McMannis?"
"Yes."
"Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI," Mulder told him, holding up
his badge, "I have some questions for you and your wife about the
drive-by."
"Oh.. please, come in."
'Oh shit,' James thought, 'he's not supposed to be here.'
James, unknown to his 'wife' and friends, was working on a
secret payroll to a company called Roush. He'd been given secret
instructions, and was usually informed if his assignment was in
danger. This time, however, was an exception.
He opened the door and let Mulder enter the house, showing
him to the living room.
"Please sit down.. I'll go get Rachel."
He turned around and headed upstairs.
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I was sitting at my desk, typing on the computer, when I
heard a hesitant knock at the door.
"Rachel?"
I turned around. James had his head poked in the door.
"Yeah?"
"There's someone here.. an FBI agent. He wants to talk to us
about the shooting."
"Oh. I'll be right down."
"Ok."
He left the room. I sighed and saved the file, exited Microsoft
Works, and headed down to the living room. I surely did not expect
to see him-the guy I ran into at SuperFresh. I'm sure I looked a little
shocked at first, but I quickly controlled my expression to show
nothing. I walked across the room and sat down in my recliner.
"Hi."
"Hi," he replied, recognition flickering in his eyes.
But he didn't mention 'Scully' or the SuperFresh incident.
"I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI," he informed me,
"is it ok if I talk to you privately?"
"It's ok with me... James?" I cast my husband a questioning
glance.
He nodded and departed from the room.
I turned to face Agent Mulder.
"Are you Rachel McMannis?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
I shot him a puzzled look. In response, he reached into a
pocket of his trench coat and pulled out another badge. He handed it
to me.
"That's my partner. She dissappeared a few months ago.. around
the same time you were admitted to the hospital."
I looked down at the picture on the ID. It was like looking
into a mirror.
"I.. she.." I was having a hard time voicing my thoughts.
"You could be twins," he spoke softly, "but I think you're the
same person."
Images flashed through my mind; a dark alleyway, bullets
ringing out, someone calling my name-her name. I saw myself and the
agent I was talking with kissing eachother, holding eachother. I looked
up at him.
"Mulder?" I whispered.
He raised a finger to his lips, silencing me. He scribbled
something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I read the message
and nodded. I slipped the ID into my back jeans pocket for later use.
"Thank you for speaking with me," he told me, "if you remember
anything else about the shooting, contact the field office, and they'll
patch you through to me."
I nodded, "Sure."
He walked out the front door, and I heard his car pull away.
I put the slip of paper in my jeans pocket and leaned back in the
chair.
I heard James re-enter the room.
"You ok?"
I looked up, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure? You're being awfully quiet."
"I'm ok, James, trust me."
He smiled, and I gave him a reassuring smile back.
"You want to eat now or later?"
"Now would be ok," I replied, "what do you want me to cook?"
"I'll cook tonight."
"No, I insist. I need to get my mind off all this."
"Ok. Would you make some chilli?"
"Of course I would."
I headed into the kitchen and set about making a pot of chilli.
I put in a pound of beef, two cans each of kidney beans and tomatoes,
and a lot of spices; oregano, chilli powder, crushed cayene peppers,
garlic powder, onion powder, ect. I mixed it all up in a big pot and
left it to heat up for a while.
We ate dinner at about six that night. At around nine thirty,
we went up to bed. At around ten thirty, I got out of bed, quietly
changed into day-clothes, put on my shoes, packed an outfit for the
next day, grabbed the ID from my other jeans pocket-and the slip of
paper-and quietly went out the front door with the keys to the Sting
Ray. At about eleven thirty pm, I reached the Seattle FBI field office.
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Seattle Field Office
11:30 PM
Fox Mulder sat in a chair in the main hallway of the field
office.
"You ok?"
He looked up.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Special Agent Craig Willmore nodded understandingly, "You find
her yet?"
Mulder sort-of-smiled, "Yeah. She's supposed to be here. Now."
As if on cue, the headlights of a Sting Ray appeared in the
parking lot. They turned off as the car stopped, and the door opened.
Scully got out and walked towards the office door. Mulder jumped out
of his seat and went out into the parking lot. He threw his arms
around her.
"Mulder!" She exclaimed, a bit surprised.
"I've been looking for you for four months," he explained.
She smiled, and returned the hug, "I would have missed you if
I'd had my own memories."
He pulled away and grinned, "Making excuses, Scully?"
"Hardly."
He smiled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before
speaking again.
"I've got two seats on a charter flight to Washington tomorrow.
Until then, I guess you'll have to stay at the hotel with me."
"That's fine by me, as long as I can get home soon."
He nodded, "You will."
Mulder led his partner over to his car and opened the passenger
side door for her. After she was comfortable, he got in on the
drivers side and drove to the Comity Inn, which was just outside of
Seattle.
The Next Morning
9:13 AM (PCT)
Mulder woke up to an unusual sensation. He was not alone in
bed. He almost jumped out of his skin before he remembered yesterday's
events. He stroked his partner's hair lightly and dropped a kiss on
her forehead.
"Scully.." he whispered softly.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning Mulder," she said.
"I agree."
"With what?"
"It is a good morning."
She smiled briefly.
"We're not out of it yet."
"I know, but I have the word of another agent that he will
go over there and arrest James McMannis-if that is his real name-
today."
"Which agent?"
"Craig Willmore-we've worked with him before?"
She nodded, "Yeah."
There was a moment of silence.
"You want to get up yet?"
"We should."
"The flight leaves at ten."
"What time is it now?"
Mulder turned to look at the nearby clock, "Quarter after
nine."
"We'd better get up."
"Right."
They got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Scully walked
over to her bag and shoved her clothes from the previous day in.
"Hey Scully?"
She looked up, "Yes?"
"Come here."
Mulder was sitting on the bed. She walked over and stood
infront of him.
"What is it?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto
his lap, enveloping her in a warm embrace.
"I love you," he informed her.
She smiled softly and kissed his cheek, "I love you too.... but
we have to get going if we're gonna catch that plane."
It was nine thirty.
12:30 PM (EST)
After a slight delay in Seattle, Mulder and Scully had finally
left for home, and the plane had landed at Dulles at about noon.
They were now on their way to Scully's apartment.
"Hey Scully?"
"Yes Mulder?"
"I have a question for you."
"And that would be..."
"If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say?"
"I'd say yes, IF you asked."
"Ok then, I have another question for you."
"Shoot."
"Will you marry me?"
"Let me think."
She smiled at him and looked out the window for a minute before
saying yes. Mulder grinned at her and got a small grey jewelry box out
of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
"I bought it four months ago," he explained, "I was going to
ask when we got back from the movies that night."
"Oh.."
She eased the little box open and smiled when she saw a simple
solitaire ring nestled into the ring slot.
"It's beautiful, Mulder, thank you."
"I just got it because it reminded me of you. There was this
other ring with Elvis on it.."
"I'm glad you got this one," she told him, slipping it on her
finger, "I love it, and I love you."
"I love you too."
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EPILOGUE
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About three months later, Mulder and Scully tied the knot. It
was a very nice ceremony, and afterwards, they went on a Honeymoon to
Scotland. They stayed in a nice little Bed & Breakfast near the Loch
Ness...
Anyway, to make a long epilogue short, they lived rather
happily, but very hectically, ever after.
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THE END
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Summary: See Part 1
Rating: PG-13, maybe PG
Spoilers: A slight reference to Gethsemane and The X-Files Game.
Thanks to: My muses.
Warning: This story may change POV several times. There will be a
line like this:
-----
In between such sections.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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"STOLEN PAST (5/5)"
By: Penni
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Gold Bar, WA
Fox Mulder pulled up in front of a beautiful Victorian-style
house and got out of his car. He took note of the Sting Ray in the
driveway and knocked on the front door. After a minute or so, it
opened.
"May I help you?"
"Are you James McMannis?"
"Yes."
"Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI," Mulder told him, holding up
his badge, "I have some questions for you and your wife about the
drive-by."
"Oh.. please, come in."
'Oh shit,' James thought, 'he's not supposed to be here.'
James, unknown to his 'wife' and friends, was working on a
secret payroll to a company called Roush. He'd been given secret
instructions, and was usually informed if his assignment was in
danger. This time, however, was an exception.
He opened the door and let Mulder enter the house, showing
him to the living room.
"Please sit down.. I'll go get Rachel."
He turned around and headed upstairs.
------
I was sitting at my desk, typing on the computer, when I
heard a hesitant knock at the door.
"Rachel?"
I turned around. James had his head poked in the door.
"Yeah?"
"There's someone here.. an FBI agent. He wants to talk to us
about the shooting."
"Oh. I'll be right down."
"Ok."
He left the room. I sighed and saved the file, exited Microsoft
Works, and headed down to the living room. I surely did not expect
to see him-the guy I ran into at SuperFresh. I'm sure I looked a little
shocked at first, but I quickly controlled my expression to show
nothing. I walked across the room and sat down in my recliner.
"Hi."
"Hi," he replied, recognition flickering in his eyes.
But he didn't mention 'Scully' or the SuperFresh incident.
"I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI," he informed me,
"is it ok if I talk to you privately?"
"It's ok with me... James?" I cast my husband a questioning
glance.
He nodded and departed from the room.
I turned to face Agent Mulder.
"Are you Rachel McMannis?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
I shot him a puzzled look. In response, he reached into a
pocket of his trench coat and pulled out another badge. He handed it
to me.
"That's my partner. She dissappeared a few months ago.. around
the same time you were admitted to the hospital."
I looked down at the picture on the ID. It was like looking
into a mirror.
"I.. she.." I was having a hard time voicing my thoughts.
"You could be twins," he spoke softly, "but I think you're the
same person."
Images flashed through my mind; a dark alleyway, bullets
ringing out, someone calling my name-her name. I saw myself and the
agent I was talking with kissing eachother, holding eachother. I looked
up at him.
"Mulder?" I whispered.
He raised a finger to his lips, silencing me. He scribbled
something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I read the message
and nodded. I slipped the ID into my back jeans pocket for later use.
"Thank you for speaking with me," he told me, "if you remember
anything else about the shooting, contact the field office, and they'll
patch you through to me."
I nodded, "Sure."
He walked out the front door, and I heard his car pull away.
I put the slip of paper in my jeans pocket and leaned back in the
chair.
I heard James re-enter the room.
"You ok?"
I looked up, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure? You're being awfully quiet."
"I'm ok, James, trust me."
He smiled, and I gave him a reassuring smile back.
"You want to eat now or later?"
"Now would be ok," I replied, "what do you want me to cook?"
"I'll cook tonight."
"No, I insist. I need to get my mind off all this."
"Ok. Would you make some chilli?"
"Of course I would."
I headed into the kitchen and set about making a pot of chilli.
I put in a pound of beef, two cans each of kidney beans and tomatoes,
and a lot of spices; oregano, chilli powder, crushed cayene peppers,
garlic powder, onion powder, ect. I mixed it all up in a big pot and
left it to heat up for a while.
We ate dinner at about six that night. At around nine thirty,
we went up to bed. At around ten thirty, I got out of bed, quietly
changed into day-clothes, put on my shoes, packed an outfit for the
next day, grabbed the ID from my other jeans pocket-and the slip of
paper-and quietly went out the front door with the keys to the Sting
Ray. At about eleven thirty pm, I reached the Seattle FBI field office.
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Seattle Field Office
11:30 PM
Fox Mulder sat in a chair in the main hallway of the field
office.
"You ok?"
He looked up.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Special Agent Craig Willmore nodded understandingly, "You find
her yet?"
Mulder sort-of-smiled, "Yeah. She's supposed to be here. Now."
As if on cue, the headlights of a Sting Ray appeared in the
parking lot. They turned off as the car stopped, and the door opened.
Scully got out and walked towards the office door. Mulder jumped out
of his seat and went out into the parking lot. He threw his arms
around her.
"Mulder!" She exclaimed, a bit surprised.
"I've been looking for you for four months," he explained.
She smiled, and returned the hug, "I would have missed you if
I'd had my own memories."
He pulled away and grinned, "Making excuses, Scully?"
"Hardly."
He smiled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before
speaking again.
"I've got two seats on a charter flight to Washington tomorrow.
Until then, I guess you'll have to stay at the hotel with me."
"That's fine by me, as long as I can get home soon."
He nodded, "You will."
Mulder led his partner over to his car and opened the passenger
side door for her. After she was comfortable, he got in on the
drivers side and drove to the Comity Inn, which was just outside of
Seattle.
The Next Morning
9:13 AM (PCT)
Mulder woke up to an unusual sensation. He was not alone in
bed. He almost jumped out of his skin before he remembered yesterday's
events. He stroked his partner's hair lightly and dropped a kiss on
her forehead.
"Scully.." he whispered softly.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning Mulder," she said.
"I agree."
"With what?"
"It is a good morning."
She smiled briefly.
"We're not out of it yet."
"I know, but I have the word of another agent that he will
go over there and arrest James McMannis-if that is his real name-
today."
"Which agent?"
"Craig Willmore-we've worked with him before?"
She nodded, "Yeah."
There was a moment of silence.
"You want to get up yet?"
"We should."
"The flight leaves at ten."
"What time is it now?"
Mulder turned to look at the nearby clock, "Quarter after
nine."
"We'd better get up."
"Right."
They got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Scully walked
over to her bag and shoved her clothes from the previous day in.
"Hey Scully?"
She looked up, "Yes?"
"Come here."
Mulder was sitting on the bed. She walked over and stood
infront of him.
"What is it?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto
his lap, enveloping her in a warm embrace.
"I love you," he informed her.
She smiled softly and kissed his cheek, "I love you too.... but
we have to get going if we're gonna catch that plane."
It was nine thirty.
12:30 PM (EST)
After a slight delay in Seattle, Mulder and Scully had finally
left for home, and the plane had landed at Dulles at about noon.
They were now on their way to Scully's apartment.
"Hey Scully?"
"Yes Mulder?"
"I have a question for you."
"And that would be..."
"If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say?"
"I'd say yes, IF you asked."
"Ok then, I have another question for you."
"Shoot."
"Will you marry me?"
"Let me think."
She smiled at him and looked out the window for a minute before
saying yes. Mulder grinned at her and got a small grey jewelry box out
of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
"I bought it four months ago," he explained, "I was going to
ask when we got back from the movies that night."
"Oh.."
She eased the little box open and smiled when she saw a simple
solitaire ring nestled into the ring slot.
"It's beautiful, Mulder, thank you."
"I just got it because it reminded me of you. There was this
other ring with Elvis on it.."
"I'm glad you got this one," she told him, slipping it on her
finger, "I love it, and I love you."
"I love you too."
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EPILOGUE
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About three months later, Mulder and Scully tied the knot. It
was a very nice ceremony, and afterwards, they went on a Honeymoon to
Scotland. They stayed in a nice little Bed & Breakfast near the Loch
Ness...
Anyway, to make a long epilogue short, they lived rather
happily, but very hectically, ever after.
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THE END
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WOW! I finished another series! Yippie! And now you can all send me
even MORE feedback! WOW!
mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
Thanks for the support!
Penni