*CHAPTER 5*
...
Scully couldn't fight the feeling that there was something more to this whole situation that she needed to uncover. After reviewing the same files over and over the feeling only grew stronger, though she never got closer to any answers. She went over in her head once more the events of that night, trying to pick out anything that would lead her closer to some closure.
Scully's train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"Scully," she answered.
"Agent Scully, A.D. Skinner would like to see you in his office," she informed her.
"Thank you," she said as she hung up the phone. ...
"Have a seat," he told her as she entered the office.
"Sir? What's this about?" she asked with concern as she took a seat in front of his desk.
"Michelle Cain was found burned to death about an hour ago," he said with regret.
"Where?" she asked after a brief silence.
"Mountrail County, North Dakota," he explained, not quite beleiving it himself.
Scully had a look of disbelief on her face. She needed to find out how that girl got from a forest in Alabama to North Dakota.
"I'd like to be put on this case, Sir," she finally said.
"Scully...I can't do that," he told her.
"I need to do this," she protested.
He felt it in his better judgment that she didn't work on the case, yet he understood why she wanted to do this.
"Fine...I'll see what I can do. Just don't make this too personal," he said with concern.
"Thank you, Sir." ...
"How are you feeling?" Rebecca asked as she entered the room Mulder was recently admitted to after he was done with the testing.
It was basically an upgraded version of the last room he was in. This was where he would permanently stay, and where the clinic housed all of their regular patients. The room felt a lot more apartment-like than the previous one; a change for the better in Mulder's eyes.
"A little sore," he answered her with a smile.
Rebecca moved closer and sat down next to him.
"You'll be staying in the ward where all of the workers stay now," she told him with a grin.
"And what does that mean?" he questioned with a smirk.
"Well for one thing, the food's a lot better here," she said smiling.
She noticed his smile turn into a look of seriousness.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking."
"About?" she prompted him to continue.
"About everything; all of this. About who I am. It's all so subtle," he explained.
"We all felt that way at one point," she said as she put an encouraging hand over his.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"Just about the same way as you, I suppose. That's how we all got here. We were taken in, they took care of us, and now we work here to help people who were once like us," she explained.
"And how is that?"
"Forgetfull. Suffering from memory loss," she said.
"And you remember everything now?" he questioned.
"I would say generally yes, I do," she told him with a nod.
"What about us? How long have you and I been married?" he asked, still failing to remember.
"I- I don't remember," she said, surprising herself. She didn't recall ever knowing, and didn't know why.
"What about when we first met, how old were we?" he continued.
"I can't recall the exact moment.." she said with her head slightly lowered.
"What about you? What is your maiden name?" he questioned her yet again.
This time she realized he was making a point, and she didn't feel the need to respond and remained silent.
"Don't you find that to be slightly odd?" he finally asked.
"I guess I never thought about those things before," she admitted in a dissapointed tone.
Mulder looked up as a doctor entered the room. He now realized the doctor, who was standing right outside, had heard most of their conversation.
"It looks like it's way past time for your medication, Daniel," the doctor informed him.
"My wife and I were just engaging in some 'quality' time if you don't mind- "
"I want you to calm down, Mr. Foster, this will only take a minute," he scolded as he strapped Mulder to the bed.
"Could you excuse us, Rebecca?" the doctor said with a somewhat demanding voice.
"I'm sorry, of course Sir," she apologized as she left.
"The calmer you are, the easier this will be on both of us."
...
thanks for your patience!
~*Jess*~
...
Scully couldn't fight the feeling that there was something more to this whole situation that she needed to uncover. After reviewing the same files over and over the feeling only grew stronger, though she never got closer to any answers. She went over in her head once more the events of that night, trying to pick out anything that would lead her closer to some closure.
Scully's train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"Scully," she answered.
"Agent Scully, A.D. Skinner would like to see you in his office," she informed her.
"Thank you," she said as she hung up the phone. ...
"Have a seat," he told her as she entered the office.
"Sir? What's this about?" she asked with concern as she took a seat in front of his desk.
"Michelle Cain was found burned to death about an hour ago," he said with regret.
"Where?" she asked after a brief silence.
"Mountrail County, North Dakota," he explained, not quite beleiving it himself.
Scully had a look of disbelief on her face. She needed to find out how that girl got from a forest in Alabama to North Dakota.
"I'd like to be put on this case, Sir," she finally said.
"Scully...I can't do that," he told her.
"I need to do this," she protested.
He felt it in his better judgment that she didn't work on the case, yet he understood why she wanted to do this.
"Fine...I'll see what I can do. Just don't make this too personal," he said with concern.
"Thank you, Sir." ...
"How are you feeling?" Rebecca asked as she entered the room Mulder was recently admitted to after he was done with the testing.
It was basically an upgraded version of the last room he was in. This was where he would permanently stay, and where the clinic housed all of their regular patients. The room felt a lot more apartment-like than the previous one; a change for the better in Mulder's eyes.
"A little sore," he answered her with a smile.
Rebecca moved closer and sat down next to him.
"You'll be staying in the ward where all of the workers stay now," she told him with a grin.
"And what does that mean?" he questioned with a smirk.
"Well for one thing, the food's a lot better here," she said smiling.
She noticed his smile turn into a look of seriousness.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking."
"About?" she prompted him to continue.
"About everything; all of this. About who I am. It's all so subtle," he explained.
"We all felt that way at one point," she said as she put an encouraging hand over his.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"Just about the same way as you, I suppose. That's how we all got here. We were taken in, they took care of us, and now we work here to help people who were once like us," she explained.
"And how is that?"
"Forgetfull. Suffering from memory loss," she said.
"And you remember everything now?" he questioned.
"I would say generally yes, I do," she told him with a nod.
"What about us? How long have you and I been married?" he asked, still failing to remember.
"I- I don't remember," she said, surprising herself. She didn't recall ever knowing, and didn't know why.
"What about when we first met, how old were we?" he continued.
"I can't recall the exact moment.." she said with her head slightly lowered.
"What about you? What is your maiden name?" he questioned her yet again.
This time she realized he was making a point, and she didn't feel the need to respond and remained silent.
"Don't you find that to be slightly odd?" he finally asked.
"I guess I never thought about those things before," she admitted in a dissapointed tone.
Mulder looked up as a doctor entered the room. He now realized the doctor, who was standing right outside, had heard most of their conversation.
"It looks like it's way past time for your medication, Daniel," the doctor informed him.
"My wife and I were just engaging in some 'quality' time if you don't mind- "
"I want you to calm down, Mr. Foster, this will only take a minute," he scolded as he strapped Mulder to the bed.
"Could you excuse us, Rebecca?" the doctor said with a somewhat demanding voice.
"I'm sorry, of course Sir," she apologized as she left.
"The calmer you are, the easier this will be on both of us."
...
thanks for your patience!
~*Jess*~