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*CHAPTER 6*
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After hurridly packing her belongings and surviving through a large backup of traffic, Scully finally arrive at the airport. If she hurried, she would just make the next flight to North Dakota.
She rushed through the terminal with the small ammount of baggage that she brough and barely made it on the plane in time. She took her seat next to an older woman who Scully believed to be in her late sixties. She had short curly grey hair and wore glasses. Scully smiled politely as she sat down next to her and settled into her seat.
The plane soon took off and Scully finally had a moment to relax. She closed her eyes and laid the back of her head against the seat.
"Excuse me, young lady," she heard the woman next to her say with a fragile voice.
Scully gathered the energy to open her eyes and look at the woman to see what she wanted.
"Would you happen to have any aspirin with you? I have a terrible headache and left my pills in my suitcase," she said sweetly.
"I should have some in here," Scully said as she rumaged through her purse. She soon found them and handed two to the woman.
"Thank you dear," she said graciously.
She laid her head back into the position it was in before, and attempted to get a moment of peace.
"So what brings a young woman like yourself to North Dakota all alone?" she asked as she popped the pills into her mouth.
Scully's head spun with annoyance. Why was she always seated with the talkative passangers?
"Business. And you?"
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. My brother just passed away...I'm going to the funeral," she replied with a lost look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear that, m'am," she said with sympathy, now sitting up in attention.
The woman soon began to cry, which made Scully feel awkward. She felt the need to comfort the poor woman.
"I can relate to how your feeling," she began with a warmth in her voice. However, it became harder for her to continue.
"My partner passed on...just a few weeks ago," her voice began to break without warning. Hearing herself say it out loud brought a cold realization over her.
"Oh goodness, I didn't mean to upset you as well," the woman told her.
"My husband died as well. It'll be six years next month that he's gone," she said, now trying to comfort Scully.
Scully left out a mild chuckle through her tears when she heard the woman say this.
"It wasn't like that. He was my partner at work, we never had that kind of relationship," she stated with a slight grin as she took a tissue to her eyes and regained her composure.
"Well I know love when I see it. It sounds to me like he meant a good deal more to you than just your working partner," she said with the instinct of a mother.
"Maybe so, but neither of us would've ever admitted it to ourselves, yet alone to eachother." Scully's gaze lowered.
"Now I guess we'll never know." ...
"What is your full name?" Was the first question the doctor asked off of his chart, starting a series of questions.
"Daniel Foster," Mulder answered.
"Your wife's name?" the doctor continued.
"Rebecca Foster."
"In what state were you born?"
"North Dakota-is this really necessary?" Mulder asked in annoyance.
"I know these first few questions are obvious Daniel, but it's all part of the test," the doctor assured him.
"What is the current state of your father and mother?"
"They are both deceased."
"How did you get here, Daniel?"
"I suffered from heat stroke while hiking in the woods and was found unconsious the next day, then was admitted here," he explained.
"Good. It seems your recovery so far has been speedy and efficient," the doctor stated as he jotted down notes on the pad he was holding.
"We will however have to have you back here tomarrow for further questioning to complete the test."
"That will be all, Mr. Foster," he said as he prepared for his next patient. ...
Rebecca sat patiently in Mulder's room, waiting for him to return.
"How did it go?"
"The doctor says I'm making a good recovery."
"I'm so glad, Daniel." They were now standing in front of eachother and she put her hand on his shoulder. Her eyes began to fill with tears, but she held them in.
His memory was foggy, but he remembered in his heart feeling a deep love and respect for this woman. Though he couldn't make out her features, her red hair shone out more than anything else, and he remembered the feeling of putting his fingers through it as he held her on different occassions. He wanted that back, he needed something to love. He needed that feeling of security in his life. Someone to comfort him, as well as someone to comfort.
"I wanted to apologize for my distance lately. You've been helping me through this and I never even thought to thank you," he told her sincerely.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore. Everything is going to be just fine now." She smiled at him with relief, picturing them being together again as before. She badly wanted things to go back to normal, and she felt this was the next step.
"Well, I'll leave you rest now, I'm sure the doctor ordered you to." She looked him over one last time before she turned around to exit.
"Don't leave," his voice insisted from behind her.
"I won't leave you," she said as she walked back into the room. She was glad he wanted her to stay, and she would stay there with him for the remainder of the night. ...
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*CHAPTER 6*
...
After hurridly packing her belongings and surviving through a large backup of traffic, Scully finally arrive at the airport. If she hurried, she would just make the next flight to North Dakota.
She rushed through the terminal with the small ammount of baggage that she brough and barely made it on the plane in time. She took her seat next to an older woman who Scully believed to be in her late sixties. She had short curly grey hair and wore glasses. Scully smiled politely as she sat down next to her and settled into her seat.
The plane soon took off and Scully finally had a moment to relax. She closed her eyes and laid the back of her head against the seat.
"Excuse me, young lady," she heard the woman next to her say with a fragile voice.
Scully gathered the energy to open her eyes and look at the woman to see what she wanted.
"Would you happen to have any aspirin with you? I have a terrible headache and left my pills in my suitcase," she said sweetly.
"I should have some in here," Scully said as she rumaged through her purse. She soon found them and handed two to the woman.
"Thank you dear," she said graciously.
She laid her head back into the position it was in before, and attempted to get a moment of peace.
"So what brings a young woman like yourself to North Dakota all alone?" she asked as she popped the pills into her mouth.
Scully's head spun with annoyance. Why was she always seated with the talkative passangers?
"Business. And you?"
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. My brother just passed away...I'm going to the funeral," she replied with a lost look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear that, m'am," she said with sympathy, now sitting up in attention.
The woman soon began to cry, which made Scully feel awkward. She felt the need to comfort the poor woman.
"I can relate to how your feeling," she began with a warmth in her voice. However, it became harder for her to continue.
"My partner passed on...just a few weeks ago," her voice began to break without warning. Hearing herself say it out loud brought a cold realization over her.
"Oh goodness, I didn't mean to upset you as well," the woman told her.
"My husband died as well. It'll be six years next month that he's gone," she said, now trying to comfort Scully.
Scully left out a mild chuckle through her tears when she heard the woman say this.
"It wasn't like that. He was my partner at work, we never had that kind of relationship," she stated with a slight grin as she took a tissue to her eyes and regained her composure.
"Well I know love when I see it. It sounds to me like he meant a good deal more to you than just your working partner," she said with the instinct of a mother.
"Maybe so, but neither of us would've ever admitted it to ourselves, yet alone to eachother." Scully's gaze lowered.
"Now I guess we'll never know." ...
"What is your full name?" Was the first question the doctor asked off of his chart, starting a series of questions.
"Daniel Foster," Mulder answered.
"Your wife's name?" the doctor continued.
"Rebecca Foster."
"In what state were you born?"
"North Dakota-is this really necessary?" Mulder asked in annoyance.
"I know these first few questions are obvious Daniel, but it's all part of the test," the doctor assured him.
"What is the current state of your father and mother?"
"They are both deceased."
"How did you get here, Daniel?"
"I suffered from heat stroke while hiking in the woods and was found unconsious the next day, then was admitted here," he explained.
"Good. It seems your recovery so far has been speedy and efficient," the doctor stated as he jotted down notes on the pad he was holding.
"We will however have to have you back here tomarrow for further questioning to complete the test."
"That will be all, Mr. Foster," he said as he prepared for his next patient. ...
Rebecca sat patiently in Mulder's room, waiting for him to return.
"How did it go?"
"The doctor says I'm making a good recovery."
"I'm so glad, Daniel." They were now standing in front of eachother and she put her hand on his shoulder. Her eyes began to fill with tears, but she held them in.
His memory was foggy, but he remembered in his heart feeling a deep love and respect for this woman. Though he couldn't make out her features, her red hair shone out more than anything else, and he remembered the feeling of putting his fingers through it as he held her on different occassions. He wanted that back, he needed something to love. He needed that feeling of security in his life. Someone to comfort him, as well as someone to comfort.
"I wanted to apologize for my distance lately. You've been helping me through this and I never even thought to thank you," he told her sincerely.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore. Everything is going to be just fine now." She smiled at him with relief, picturing them being together again as before. She badly wanted things to go back to normal, and she felt this was the next step.
"Well, I'll leave you rest now, I'm sure the doctor ordered you to." She looked him over one last time before she turned around to exit.
"Don't leave," his voice insisted from behind her.
"I won't leave you," she said as she walked back into the room. She was glad he wanted her to stay, and she would stay there with him for the remainder of the night. ...
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