THE DANCE by: Luka Stone

disclaimer: I do not own the x-files, nor any of its subsidiates. blah blah blah. I also do not own the lyrics(of which will be titles to each chapter) of these Fleetwood Mac songs that are all on "The Dance" album.(one of my very favorites) I believe that most of the songs are written by either Stevie Nicks or Lindsey Buckingham(interestingly enough, my real name is Lindsey) :) Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: LISTEN TO THE WIND BLOW

The flight had taken longer than expected and Scully was fidgeting with her cross. She had reminded herself that she had flown a million times before, but every time she got on a plane, she still got a bit nervous. The Dramamine had begun to wear off and she eyed the crumpled bag in front of her conspicuously. She never used to get sick on airplanes, but chemotherapy has the habit of jolting one's system. She moaned in disgust as the woman next her choked down the most revolting chicken burrito she had ever laid eyes on.

"Oh this is too much." Scully muttered jumping up to run to the bathroom, sick bag in hand.

Several minutes later, Scully had returned to her seat where the woman was wiping her mouth with her arm. She could see the gleam of grease on her skin which made her wish she had never left the bathroom.

The woman smiled congenially. "You not fly much, hon?" Scully wanted to tell her that she had forced the sickness to come, but she lied,

"I just get a little airsick sometimes." She decided to take a nap so she pulled out a pillow and laid her head down when the woman spoke up again,

"Dear, are you," she hushed her voice as if it were a sin, "with child?" Scully now wished she could change seats and almost said, "No, I'm barren, you bitch." But yet again, she simply answered no while attempting to lay her head down again. She turned her head and looked out the window to see the layers of grey clouds beneath the craft. The captain took that moment to turn on the intercom.

"Alright folks, we are flying at 30,000 feet and will be arriving at LaGuardia in about an hour. I'm Captain John Ferrill, and I would like to take this time to introduce myself."

"Oh great," Scully thought, "another bimbo in a uniform." Her eyelids fluttered and the captain continued. ".so interestingly enough, that's where I met my wife." Scully rolled her eyes. There was a bump, and then a rather large jolt, and she sat up in her seat. She turned to her left, and the woman that had been sitting next to her was now sitting across the aisle talking loudly to another poor sot. Captain Ferrill's voice came over the intercom again.

"Excuse me folks, we are about to have a little turbulence here, so I would like to take this moment to remind everyone to have their seatbelts fastened and to take a refresher course on all the safety appliances on this aircraft. Not to worry, this is just a precaution. I will be back in a bit with an update. Thank you."

Aloud, Scully said quietly, "Note to self: never take this airline again." She crashed back into her seat and looked out the window again. She could see what appeared to be electrical storms brewing around the area. A large bolt of lightning flashed through the window, and to Scully's dismay the bimbo in the uniform decided to talk again.

"Excuse me again folks, I don't want to alarm you, but the turbulence is going to be a little worse than we expected. Do not be alarmed if you hear noises throughout the aircraft, we received a hailstorm warning, but with this size plane, we should be perfectly fine." His voice vibrated a bit due to the gargantuan upheaval that the plane seemed to take. Scully's stomach lurched, but she had always been able to calm herself in states of emergency. She swallowed hard. Her thoughts turned to Mulder who would be waiting for her in the airport. She originally was supposed to take his flight, but she had had to do a last minute autopsy, preventing her from riding with her partner. She wished he was there because he was always able to find some light in situations. He could always make her laugh. At that moment, he would probably be telling her that there was a UFO that was causing the turbulence due to interference. She looked at her watch suspiciously, just in case of lost time. She then proceeded to slap herself mentally for even imagining the possibility.

Scully turned to look out the window again sending a searing pain through her side. She doubled over in agony, however she quickly turned the other way pretending that she was just resting because she did not want the woman that had been sitting next to her to return. She sat there, hypothesizing what the pain could possibly be because it was not causing nausea, it was not located in her appendix, and it was not "that time." She then had a premonition that the plane was going to take a dive into New Jersey. Mentally she yelled, "I don't want to die in Jersey!" She knew it had to be just her paranoia seeping in, although the circumstances of late worried her a bit.

Scully had narrowly escaped death more times then she could count, and she sometimes wished that she had never taken on the project most commonly known as the "x-files". Her reputation had practically been completely debunked throughout the 4 years she had been on this dastardly project, and she was beginning to wonder if it was worth the sacrifice. As much as she cared for Agent Mulder, she more times than many loathed his cause. He had not sacrificed anything because he had nothing to lose. Because of his cause, she was barren, had contracted cancer, and had lost her only sister. She blamed herself for her sister's death because it was Scully herself they had been after. If it had only been her. She shuddered at the thought.

Scully peered at the unwielding clouds beneath the craft. They reminded her of that awful shag carpet her grandmother used to have. Thank god her mother had gotten her to redecorate.

Captain Bimbo took to the stage again just in time for the amazing light show out the window. "All right, stay calm, but..." There was a crackling and the entire plane went dark. She propped her head against the inner wall for she could not hear over all the screaming. She then realized something bizarre. She could no longer hear any of the four engines on the plane, and she realized that they were in a freefall. The oxygen masks dropped and she turned to make sure that the people around her knew what to do. Society is not built to deal with panic. Several people were hyperventilating, so after a moment of calming them down, Scully managed to make sure everyone had on their oxygen mask and were prepared for the worst.

She had begun to drown out the pleas to God to save them as she watched the last bit of sky dip over the mass of greyish white. A sudden sense of calm invaded Scully's body as they emerged their way under the clouds into the lit up cityscape of Red Bank, New Jersey. She was not going to die. She closed her eyes as they east towards the Atlantic. They were about 100 feet from the ocean when she saw it, if not for just a second, but there it was, a bright light in the water, rising past the plane. Scully remembered nothing after that. She particularly did not remember the plane that dove into the Atlantic never to be seen again.

CHAPTER TWO IS ON ITS WAY, ACTUALLY I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN IT, BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD SPACE THEM A BIT.