*CHAPTER 2*
...
The ambulance had come for Mulder back in the woods and he was now being held at a medical clinic for testing. He was, by that time, connected to various monitors and tubes, keeping record of his vital signs and monitoring brain activity.
"Mr. Foster, someone's here to ask you some questions whenever you are ready," the nurse said sweetly as she popped her head in to tell Mulder.
He flinched at the name Foster, but allowed it to pass. "Now is fine," he assured her.
No sooner than Mulder finished his sentence, a tall, older man walked through the door.
"Good afternoon, Daniel. How are you feeling?" the man inquired out of politeness.
"Considering the circumstances and the fact that everyone is referring to me as Daniel-whats-his-name..I'm feeling better," Mulder answered with a weak smile.
"I see. Well actually that's what I've come to talk with you about today," he began.
Mulder noticed the FBI identification tag located on the man's left coat pocket.
"Well sir, I see your with the Bereau as well. Although I may not be the most liked person at the FBI, surely you've heard my name mentioned through the grapevine at one time or another," Mulder insisted, knowing news traveled fast about his obsession with the paranormal.
"You say you work on cases called 'X Files' if I'm not mistaken?"
"That's correct. Agent Dana Scully was assigned as my partner in 1993."
"Mr. Foster..."he began with uncertainty in his voice.
"I don't know how else to say this other than saying it straight out. We looked into what you have told us, and there is no record of 'The X Files' ever existing at the Bereau, and certainly no record of you working there, nor a record of a 'Fox Mulder' or 'Dana Scully' working there. In fact, Fox Mulder is non-existant according to our files."
He paused for a moment.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you kidding me? I can tell you my badge number, rank, and apartment number. I am not suffering from insanity if that's what your insisting," he said, slightly annoyed.
"That's not at all what I was going to suggest, Mr. Foster. In fact, after monitoring you for the past few hours, we've been able to learn more about what really has happened."
"Which is what..?" Mulder asked, his voice softer than before.
"We believe you've had some sort of memory loss," he explained.
"Amnesia." Mulder stated simply.
"Well, I'm not sure if you would call it that...but from what I can tell, you definately have forgotten much of who you really are." ...
The first thing Scully saw when she first cracked her eyes open was Skinner standing next to her in silence. Her first reaction was of confusion, but she soon realized how she must have been admitted to the hospital. Different areas of her body had bandages covering them, and the areas felt hot and fiery.
"Dana...how are you feeling?" he said in relief to see her awake.
"Besides the obvious..I'm feeling fine, sir," she assured him.
She looked around the room and noticed something was missing.
"Where's Mulder?"
She knew something wasn't right by the look in Skinner's eyes.
"What is it?" she questioned with concern.
Skinner decided it was best for him to sit before he continued. He reached for her hand and clasped it firmly, his eyes glossed with sadness.
"I'm sorry Scully, I'm afraid Mulder didn't make it," he explained with a hoarse voice, putting his head down in grief.
Scully's throat tightened and she could not find the words to say.
"What? I-I..don't understand sir..how?"she spoke as she swallowed hard.
"The burnings on his body were too severe," he managed to answer.
Just the thought of it caused her feelings to pour out without her control. At that moment, she felt it impossible to accept the fact that he was dead and gone.
But he was.
It hurt so much more to know the manner in which he died.
Skinner's glossy eyes started to leave a trail of a tear stream down his cheek. He put a comforting arm around Scully as she began to cry openly. ...
I'm going to be extremely busy this week so I probably won't be posting for a few days :)
hope your enjoying,
~*Jess*~
...
The ambulance had come for Mulder back in the woods and he was now being held at a medical clinic for testing. He was, by that time, connected to various monitors and tubes, keeping record of his vital signs and monitoring brain activity.
"Mr. Foster, someone's here to ask you some questions whenever you are ready," the nurse said sweetly as she popped her head in to tell Mulder.
He flinched at the name Foster, but allowed it to pass. "Now is fine," he assured her.
No sooner than Mulder finished his sentence, a tall, older man walked through the door.
"Good afternoon, Daniel. How are you feeling?" the man inquired out of politeness.
"Considering the circumstances and the fact that everyone is referring to me as Daniel-whats-his-name..I'm feeling better," Mulder answered with a weak smile.
"I see. Well actually that's what I've come to talk with you about today," he began.
Mulder noticed the FBI identification tag located on the man's left coat pocket.
"Well sir, I see your with the Bereau as well. Although I may not be the most liked person at the FBI, surely you've heard my name mentioned through the grapevine at one time or another," Mulder insisted, knowing news traveled fast about his obsession with the paranormal.
"You say you work on cases called 'X Files' if I'm not mistaken?"
"That's correct. Agent Dana Scully was assigned as my partner in 1993."
"Mr. Foster..."he began with uncertainty in his voice.
"I don't know how else to say this other than saying it straight out. We looked into what you have told us, and there is no record of 'The X Files' ever existing at the Bereau, and certainly no record of you working there, nor a record of a 'Fox Mulder' or 'Dana Scully' working there. In fact, Fox Mulder is non-existant according to our files."
He paused for a moment.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you kidding me? I can tell you my badge number, rank, and apartment number. I am not suffering from insanity if that's what your insisting," he said, slightly annoyed.
"That's not at all what I was going to suggest, Mr. Foster. In fact, after monitoring you for the past few hours, we've been able to learn more about what really has happened."
"Which is what..?" Mulder asked, his voice softer than before.
"We believe you've had some sort of memory loss," he explained.
"Amnesia." Mulder stated simply.
"Well, I'm not sure if you would call it that...but from what I can tell, you definately have forgotten much of who you really are." ...
The first thing Scully saw when she first cracked her eyes open was Skinner standing next to her in silence. Her first reaction was of confusion, but she soon realized how she must have been admitted to the hospital. Different areas of her body had bandages covering them, and the areas felt hot and fiery.
"Dana...how are you feeling?" he said in relief to see her awake.
"Besides the obvious..I'm feeling fine, sir," she assured him.
She looked around the room and noticed something was missing.
"Where's Mulder?"
She knew something wasn't right by the look in Skinner's eyes.
"What is it?" she questioned with concern.
Skinner decided it was best for him to sit before he continued. He reached for her hand and clasped it firmly, his eyes glossed with sadness.
"I'm sorry Scully, I'm afraid Mulder didn't make it," he explained with a hoarse voice, putting his head down in grief.
Scully's throat tightened and she could not find the words to say.
"What? I-I..don't understand sir..how?"she spoke as she swallowed hard.
"The burnings on his body were too severe," he managed to answer.
Just the thought of it caused her feelings to pour out without her control. At that moment, she felt it impossible to accept the fact that he was dead and gone.
But he was.
It hurt so much more to know the manner in which he died.
Skinner's glossy eyes started to leave a trail of a tear stream down his cheek. He put a comforting arm around Scully as she began to cry openly. ...
I'm going to be extremely busy this week so I probably won't be posting for a few days :)
hope your enjoying,
~*Jess*~