*CHAPTER 4*
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She sat there in unbelief. Unbelief that this was real, unbelief that she was in this church, and unbelief that he was dead. She didn't know if she expected herself to go first, but she certainly never thought she'd see this day; or at least that's what she hoped. Was it selfish to want that? She didn't know. But it didn't matter, nothing changed the fact that somehow she lived through the accident in the forrest and he didn't.
She thought the worst part was over. She went to the morgue after they released her from the hospital, hoping it would give her some closure and that the strange feeling she felt would somehow be slightly mended. She quickly proved herself wrong however when she arrived.
Walking in to the lifeless environment; she thought she'd be somewhat used to it since she works in that type of environment ever day. But this was different. Mulder was one of those many bodies just stored away in a room waiting to be burried.
She spotted where his body was located and pulled on the handle, revealing a body covered by a sheet. She was hesitant at first to pull it back, but she knew she had to or she'd never live with herself.
It was worse than she imagined. She could not even recognize him through the severe burnings that covered every inch of him. She gasped at the sight of him, and soon covered his body again with the sheet because she couldn't stand to see him like that any longer.
She thought that would be the hardest thing, but she now realized the hard part had only begun. Walking up to his closed casket, her legs barely supported her small frame. She hardly managed to make it all the way there without her legs falling out from under her.
She finally realized that you never truly realize how much someone means to you until it's too late. And the part that she regretted most is that she would never be able to tell him. ...
The next day, Scully was already back in the FBI basement office, looking through various files of the victims Mulder and her were searching for that night. Among them was a file of a woman in her mid-thirties, who had auburn hair almost the same shade as Scully's. Her name was Elizabeth Warner; she was reported missing one week before the night of the fire that took Mulder's life.
Scully's thoughts were soon interrupted by a faint knock.
"Scully? You shouldn't be here, your in no condition to work," Skinner said as he approached her.
"Good morning to you too, Sir," she said sarcastically.
"The truth is, even if I wanted to take time off, I couldn't. It's important to me that I look further into the files of these people," she explained.
"You can do that later, right now you need to go home. And that's an order."
"Thanks for your concern Sir, but with all due respect, I need to do this for myself."
...
"Daniel...Daniel?" Rebecca said as she gently shook Mulder's arm to wake him.
He slowly lifted his eyes open and looked at her in confusion.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but the doctor's are ready to see you," she said warmly.
"What is it exactly that they'll be doing?" he asked, still half asleep.
"They just want to make sure your recooperating correctly so they'll probably be doing some scans," she told him.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going in for some testing today as well," she said, trying to comfort him.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I was just curious," he gave her a smile of reassurance.
*15 minutes later*
"Your going to have to be concious for this first test, Mr. Foster, but after that we will be putting you out for the remainder of the testing," he informed him.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"No Sir, it's just procedure," he smiled widely.
...
Rebecca Foster layed on top of the table, anxious for the testing to start so she could get it over with. This never had been her favorite part of working at this place, but it all came with the territory. The first time was always the worst; after that, you more or less became used to it. She was more concerned about her husband at that point, but she knew he'd get through it, just like the rest of them did.
A restraint was strapped around each of her arms and legs, helping her to remain still during the "procedure", as the doctor's liked to call it. If you asked her, it was more like torture, but no one dared to complain. She didn't know why, but she knew it was necessary, and she didn't even think about questioning it.
The squealing of the drill starting up always went through her. At that point of the procedure, she always tried to think of something else; something happy to keep her mind off of it. But today, she thought of her life and how there was no substance to it. It was the same routine every day, and sometimes she wondered if there was more to life than what was inside of those hospital walls.
She had a rude awakening however as the drill grinded relentlessly into her bare skin. ...
As you know...I'm still really busy lol. The next part will be up in a few days :)
~*Jess*~
...
She sat there in unbelief. Unbelief that this was real, unbelief that she was in this church, and unbelief that he was dead. She didn't know if she expected herself to go first, but she certainly never thought she'd see this day; or at least that's what she hoped. Was it selfish to want that? She didn't know. But it didn't matter, nothing changed the fact that somehow she lived through the accident in the forrest and he didn't.
She thought the worst part was over. She went to the morgue after they released her from the hospital, hoping it would give her some closure and that the strange feeling she felt would somehow be slightly mended. She quickly proved herself wrong however when she arrived.
Walking in to the lifeless environment; she thought she'd be somewhat used to it since she works in that type of environment ever day. But this was different. Mulder was one of those many bodies just stored away in a room waiting to be burried.
She spotted where his body was located and pulled on the handle, revealing a body covered by a sheet. She was hesitant at first to pull it back, but she knew she had to or she'd never live with herself.
It was worse than she imagined. She could not even recognize him through the severe burnings that covered every inch of him. She gasped at the sight of him, and soon covered his body again with the sheet because she couldn't stand to see him like that any longer.
She thought that would be the hardest thing, but she now realized the hard part had only begun. Walking up to his closed casket, her legs barely supported her small frame. She hardly managed to make it all the way there without her legs falling out from under her.
She finally realized that you never truly realize how much someone means to you until it's too late. And the part that she regretted most is that she would never be able to tell him. ...
The next day, Scully was already back in the FBI basement office, looking through various files of the victims Mulder and her were searching for that night. Among them was a file of a woman in her mid-thirties, who had auburn hair almost the same shade as Scully's. Her name was Elizabeth Warner; she was reported missing one week before the night of the fire that took Mulder's life.
Scully's thoughts were soon interrupted by a faint knock.
"Scully? You shouldn't be here, your in no condition to work," Skinner said as he approached her.
"Good morning to you too, Sir," she said sarcastically.
"The truth is, even if I wanted to take time off, I couldn't. It's important to me that I look further into the files of these people," she explained.
"You can do that later, right now you need to go home. And that's an order."
"Thanks for your concern Sir, but with all due respect, I need to do this for myself."
...
"Daniel...Daniel?" Rebecca said as she gently shook Mulder's arm to wake him.
He slowly lifted his eyes open and looked at her in confusion.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but the doctor's are ready to see you," she said warmly.
"What is it exactly that they'll be doing?" he asked, still half asleep.
"They just want to make sure your recooperating correctly so they'll probably be doing some scans," she told him.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going in for some testing today as well," she said, trying to comfort him.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I was just curious," he gave her a smile of reassurance.
*15 minutes later*
"Your going to have to be concious for this first test, Mr. Foster, but after that we will be putting you out for the remainder of the testing," he informed him.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"No Sir, it's just procedure," he smiled widely.
...
Rebecca Foster layed on top of the table, anxious for the testing to start so she could get it over with. This never had been her favorite part of working at this place, but it all came with the territory. The first time was always the worst; after that, you more or less became used to it. She was more concerned about her husband at that point, but she knew he'd get through it, just like the rest of them did.
A restraint was strapped around each of her arms and legs, helping her to remain still during the "procedure", as the doctor's liked to call it. If you asked her, it was more like torture, but no one dared to complain. She didn't know why, but she knew it was necessary, and she didn't even think about questioning it.
The squealing of the drill starting up always went through her. At that point of the procedure, she always tried to think of something else; something happy to keep her mind off of it. But today, she thought of her life and how there was no substance to it. It was the same routine every day, and sometimes she wondered if there was more to life than what was inside of those hospital walls.
She had a rude awakening however as the drill grinded relentlessly into her bare skin. ...
As you know...I'm still really busy lol. The next part will be up in a few days :)
~*Jess*~