CHAPTER 5
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Mulder arrived at the cemetary 10 minutes later than he was supposed to. He didn't want to be the first to arrive...it would just be awkward. Besides, it wasn't like Mulder to be on time for anything.
The grass was still fresh with morning dew. It was a damp and gloomy day, typical for the occassion.
Mulder peered through the somewhat large crowd and soon spotted Scully. He felt out of place here. All of Skinner's family and the people that were so close to him were in a time of mourning. He had to be with someone familiar, and who better than Scully. He walked over to her casually and stood by her side. Luckily, Mulder hadn't interrupted the preacher, who was just about to begin. He kept his head down in silence; he hadn't really realized how much Skinner meant to him until these past few weeks.
He glanced over at Scully, who had cloudy eyes. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was uncomfortable, that she didn't want to cry. He reached over slowly and took her hand, letting her know that it was okay. She clenched his hand in return and they stayed like this for the remainder of the funeral.
They looked at the headstone one last time before returning to the office.
They had work to do.
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Scully drove to work by herself today since Mulder and her took different vehicles to the funeral. She had been thinking a lot lately about the flood of recent memories that had been drowning her thoughts. Memories that were better off left alone, images she wish she hadn't remembered. It was like re-opening a fresh wound.
What taunted her even more was the fact that the enemy remained a faceless reminder in her head. She hadn't told Mulder yet that she remembered; he had enough things to worry about for now and had other things on his mind.
As she was on her way to work she realized that she didn't have her gun or purse with her, which contained her identification tag. She must've forgot it back at her apartment.
She stubbornly turned the car around and headed back home. She would just have to be a few minutes late.
*10 minutes later*
Scully walked through the large hollow hall of her apartment building, soon arriving at her door.
There was a man she had remembered seeing earlier who was now in the same hall as she was. That was odd, and she wasn't taking any chances. Out of instinct she swiftly pulled her jacket away, going for her gun. She then remembered it was still in her apartment, along with her identification tag.
The guy looked harmless, and there was no use in running now. She slapped a look of surrender on her face. The man was now only a short distance away from her, and he extended a friendly hand to her for a handshake. She looked at him awkwardly as she went to shake his hand.
"Agent Thomas Patterson, m'am," he said with all seriousness.
She had to hold back from laughing. She remembered this guy, he was a blonde, ambitious, young man who was in the practice to be a Federal Agent just a few years back. She'd say he was now in his late twenties. Skinner had "assigned" him to a few cases with her and Mulder for a learning experience.
"How can I help you Tom?" she asked as if he were a child.
"I'm here concerning what you saw the night of A.D. Skinner's death, Agent Scully." He was really getting the hang of this.
"Like I've said before, I was knocked unconscious and have no memory of it," she replied matter of factly as she began unlocking the door to her apartment.
"I have reason to believe that's not completely true Agent Scully." She was taken back by this.
How could he know?
"I have information regarding his death, and I can't be honest with you until you stop feeding lies to me," he said with sincerity flooding his voice.
"There's something you should know, information that has been withheld from you for quite some time. You have to trust me on this Dana."
Who would've thought that a kid once taking lessons from her would now be back to give her some information of his own.
...
TBC
Thanks for reading, please R&R!
~*Jess*~
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Mulder arrived at the cemetary 10 minutes later than he was supposed to. He didn't want to be the first to arrive...it would just be awkward. Besides, it wasn't like Mulder to be on time for anything.
The grass was still fresh with morning dew. It was a damp and gloomy day, typical for the occassion.
Mulder peered through the somewhat large crowd and soon spotted Scully. He felt out of place here. All of Skinner's family and the people that were so close to him were in a time of mourning. He had to be with someone familiar, and who better than Scully. He walked over to her casually and stood by her side. Luckily, Mulder hadn't interrupted the preacher, who was just about to begin. He kept his head down in silence; he hadn't really realized how much Skinner meant to him until these past few weeks.
He glanced over at Scully, who had cloudy eyes. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was uncomfortable, that she didn't want to cry. He reached over slowly and took her hand, letting her know that it was okay. She clenched his hand in return and they stayed like this for the remainder of the funeral.
They looked at the headstone one last time before returning to the office.
They had work to do.
...
Scully drove to work by herself today since Mulder and her took different vehicles to the funeral. She had been thinking a lot lately about the flood of recent memories that had been drowning her thoughts. Memories that were better off left alone, images she wish she hadn't remembered. It was like re-opening a fresh wound.
What taunted her even more was the fact that the enemy remained a faceless reminder in her head. She hadn't told Mulder yet that she remembered; he had enough things to worry about for now and had other things on his mind.
As she was on her way to work she realized that she didn't have her gun or purse with her, which contained her identification tag. She must've forgot it back at her apartment.
She stubbornly turned the car around and headed back home. She would just have to be a few minutes late.
*10 minutes later*
Scully walked through the large hollow hall of her apartment building, soon arriving at her door.
There was a man she had remembered seeing earlier who was now in the same hall as she was. That was odd, and she wasn't taking any chances. Out of instinct she swiftly pulled her jacket away, going for her gun. She then remembered it was still in her apartment, along with her identification tag.
The guy looked harmless, and there was no use in running now. She slapped a look of surrender on her face. The man was now only a short distance away from her, and he extended a friendly hand to her for a handshake. She looked at him awkwardly as she went to shake his hand.
"Agent Thomas Patterson, m'am," he said with all seriousness.
She had to hold back from laughing. She remembered this guy, he was a blonde, ambitious, young man who was in the practice to be a Federal Agent just a few years back. She'd say he was now in his late twenties. Skinner had "assigned" him to a few cases with her and Mulder for a learning experience.
"How can I help you Tom?" she asked as if he were a child.
"I'm here concerning what you saw the night of A.D. Skinner's death, Agent Scully." He was really getting the hang of this.
"Like I've said before, I was knocked unconscious and have no memory of it," she replied matter of factly as she began unlocking the door to her apartment.
"I have reason to believe that's not completely true Agent Scully." She was taken back by this.
How could he know?
"I have information regarding his death, and I can't be honest with you until you stop feeding lies to me," he said with sincerity flooding his voice.
"There's something you should know, information that has been withheld from you for quite some time. You have to trust me on this Dana."
Who would've thought that a kid once taking lessons from her would now be back to give her some information of his own.
...
TBC
Thanks for reading, please R&R!
~*Jess*~