Greetings all...I must apologize for my extended absence...something
unexpected and tragic occured in real life and I didn't get the chance to
write more of the story. So for those of you who are still out there, here
is some more postage and hopefully it is payment enough to make up for my
absence.
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For the first time in as long as he could remember, Mulder felt a rush throughout his body. His adrenaline was racing and his heart was beating hard against his chest. He very well could have been killed in that moment, but his life was spared. There was no bright tunnel, no vision of his life that flashed before his eyes. Rather, he focused on the woman driving the car. Her gaze was captivating and her presence intrigued him. Although he never saw the woman before in his life, there was definately something about her he couldn't ignore.
He had an instinctive feeling to follow on the road that he saw the car go.
After fifteen minutes of walking down the same road, a building came into view. It was a small motel which looked for the most part deserted, with the exception of a few cars in the front.
He scanned the area and it didn't take him long to spot the car which almost collided into him moments before. He ventured closer to the building, moving in the direction of where the car was parked. Whoever it was probably checked into the motel already and was settling in.
He approached the door and knocked steadily, hoping to satisfy his curiousity.
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There was a long silence as Scully gazed up in disbelief at the man who stood before her.
Mulder began speaking after realizing what an awkward situation he had put himself into.
"Sorry...I'm not even sure why I even came here.."he managed to say.
He noticed that the woman looked shocked out of her mind.
"I didn't mean to bother you. I know this sounds strange but, something has led me here. And I sense it was more than just a feeling by the look on your face."
As the woman scrambled for the words to say, he asked what he had long been wondering. He long had wondered about the truth of this mystery woman, the girl with the fire red hair and beaming blue eyes who had graced his thoughts and dreams countless times in the past. He needed to know who she was.
"Have we met before?" he asked her at last.
But before he could recieve an answer from her, he watched as her body collapsed to the ground below him.
...
Scully woke up to the voice of the man who up until now, was dead.
"How do you feel?" he asked as he ran his hand across her forehead.
She looked around her to see she was now laying on the hotel bed of the room she checked into earlier.
"I'm feeling...confused.."
"Sorry.." he apologized, suddenly feeling a bit out of place. "I'm Daniel Foster."
Mulder warmly extented his hand out to greet her. She studied it closely, turning her head from side to side before meeting it with the light grasp of her delicate hand.
"Daniel Foster you said?" she asked, still feeling a little dizzy.
He simply nodded 'yes' to her.
'This is impossible..' she thought to herself for a moment. It couldn't, yet had to be him. Her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to find more out about this man who looked and spoke identically to Mulder.
"Mr. Foster..may I ask how you got here?"
"Sorry, I really should explain myself. I was taking a walk down the road from where I live and had an...'encounter' with you along the way," he said, half chuckling.
"Yes..I'm sorry about that," she said shyly.
"But the truth is, I didn't follow you here because of that. This may sound strange, but I came here because when I saw you on that road, seeing you was the only thing in my life that made sense.
Honestly, I've been having thoughts about a woman and at first just accepted that it was my wife, but when I saw you, I knew it wasn't. I then knew it was you all along. And the sad thing is, I don't even know you."
Scully was taken back by what she was hearing. She looked down at his clothes and also noticed earlier that he was wearing a hospital gown.
"Mr Foster...why is it that you are wearing a hospital gown?"
Mulder was hoping to avoid the subject and before she mentioned forgot he was even wearing it. He was embarassed to tell her where he had come from but was stupid to think she wouldn't have noticed.
"I live in a facility just a few miles down the road. I will soon be wear my clothes now that I have met their requirements."
"So your planning on actually going back to the facility?"
"Well yes..I didn't 'run away' if that's what your thinking," he smiled. "Today they finally let out those who have met the requirements to walk around. I guess I didn't exactly follow the guidelines by trailing off into my own direction," he said, just realizing he may be in a bit of trouble when he returns.
"What are these requirements that you've mentioned?"
"They are procedures performed to make sure the individual is prepared to work in the facility's environment."
"What kind of procedures?" Scully said slowly and with difficulty. She cringed at the word 'procedure' and hoped it wasn't what she thought it was.
Mulder shuddered at the question and paused before continuing.
"They were tests...painful tests at first. But everyone realizes that they need to be done and after a while get used to them," he answered with a clenched jaw.
"But you didn't get used to them, did you," she said with regret.
He just put his head down, knowing that she was right. "I don't think anyone does. I don't see how they could."
"Mulder...we need to get you help," she said with concern, resting her left hand on his right shoulder.
"It's too late now Scully," he replied doubtfully.
Scully's head lifted up so fast she was surprised it was still attached to her body.
"What did you call me?" she asked just above a whisper.
"Scully. That's your name, right?" He thought nothing of it.
"Yes but the amazing thing is...I never told you my name."
Mulder sat there puzzled while Scully immediately retrieved her cell phone from her jacket pocket.
"Who are you calling?"
"We need to get you out of here," she said as she dialed the Assistant Director's office.
After Skinner's secretary finally transfered the call into the office, Scully finally was able to speak with him.
"Sir, it's me. You're not going to beleive this..but I'm sitting here with Mulder."
"Excuse me?" the voice rattled over the cell phone's weak connection.
"He's alive. I don't know how but he's sitting right here with me in my hotel room."
"You mean to tell me that-"
Scully interrupted. "Sir, just trust me on this one. I need to fly with him back to D.C. immediately, he needs help."
Skinner's loud sigh was heard from over the phone. "Alright. I'll get you on the soonest flight possible."
"Thank you."
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Well there you have it. I hope there are still readers out there :)
Feedback!!!
~*Jess*~
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For the first time in as long as he could remember, Mulder felt a rush throughout his body. His adrenaline was racing and his heart was beating hard against his chest. He very well could have been killed in that moment, but his life was spared. There was no bright tunnel, no vision of his life that flashed before his eyes. Rather, he focused on the woman driving the car. Her gaze was captivating and her presence intrigued him. Although he never saw the woman before in his life, there was definately something about her he couldn't ignore.
He had an instinctive feeling to follow on the road that he saw the car go.
After fifteen minutes of walking down the same road, a building came into view. It was a small motel which looked for the most part deserted, with the exception of a few cars in the front.
He scanned the area and it didn't take him long to spot the car which almost collided into him moments before. He ventured closer to the building, moving in the direction of where the car was parked. Whoever it was probably checked into the motel already and was settling in.
He approached the door and knocked steadily, hoping to satisfy his curiousity.
...
There was a long silence as Scully gazed up in disbelief at the man who stood before her.
Mulder began speaking after realizing what an awkward situation he had put himself into.
"Sorry...I'm not even sure why I even came here.."he managed to say.
He noticed that the woman looked shocked out of her mind.
"I didn't mean to bother you. I know this sounds strange but, something has led me here. And I sense it was more than just a feeling by the look on your face."
As the woman scrambled for the words to say, he asked what he had long been wondering. He long had wondered about the truth of this mystery woman, the girl with the fire red hair and beaming blue eyes who had graced his thoughts and dreams countless times in the past. He needed to know who she was.
"Have we met before?" he asked her at last.
But before he could recieve an answer from her, he watched as her body collapsed to the ground below him.
...
Scully woke up to the voice of the man who up until now, was dead.
"How do you feel?" he asked as he ran his hand across her forehead.
She looked around her to see she was now laying on the hotel bed of the room she checked into earlier.
"I'm feeling...confused.."
"Sorry.." he apologized, suddenly feeling a bit out of place. "I'm Daniel Foster."
Mulder warmly extented his hand out to greet her. She studied it closely, turning her head from side to side before meeting it with the light grasp of her delicate hand.
"Daniel Foster you said?" she asked, still feeling a little dizzy.
He simply nodded 'yes' to her.
'This is impossible..' she thought to herself for a moment. It couldn't, yet had to be him. Her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to find more out about this man who looked and spoke identically to Mulder.
"Mr. Foster..may I ask how you got here?"
"Sorry, I really should explain myself. I was taking a walk down the road from where I live and had an...'encounter' with you along the way," he said, half chuckling.
"Yes..I'm sorry about that," she said shyly.
"But the truth is, I didn't follow you here because of that. This may sound strange, but I came here because when I saw you on that road, seeing you was the only thing in my life that made sense.
Honestly, I've been having thoughts about a woman and at first just accepted that it was my wife, but when I saw you, I knew it wasn't. I then knew it was you all along. And the sad thing is, I don't even know you."
Scully was taken back by what she was hearing. She looked down at his clothes and also noticed earlier that he was wearing a hospital gown.
"Mr Foster...why is it that you are wearing a hospital gown?"
Mulder was hoping to avoid the subject and before she mentioned forgot he was even wearing it. He was embarassed to tell her where he had come from but was stupid to think she wouldn't have noticed.
"I live in a facility just a few miles down the road. I will soon be wear my clothes now that I have met their requirements."
"So your planning on actually going back to the facility?"
"Well yes..I didn't 'run away' if that's what your thinking," he smiled. "Today they finally let out those who have met the requirements to walk around. I guess I didn't exactly follow the guidelines by trailing off into my own direction," he said, just realizing he may be in a bit of trouble when he returns.
"What are these requirements that you've mentioned?"
"They are procedures performed to make sure the individual is prepared to work in the facility's environment."
"What kind of procedures?" Scully said slowly and with difficulty. She cringed at the word 'procedure' and hoped it wasn't what she thought it was.
Mulder shuddered at the question and paused before continuing.
"They were tests...painful tests at first. But everyone realizes that they need to be done and after a while get used to them," he answered with a clenched jaw.
"But you didn't get used to them, did you," she said with regret.
He just put his head down, knowing that she was right. "I don't think anyone does. I don't see how they could."
"Mulder...we need to get you help," she said with concern, resting her left hand on his right shoulder.
"It's too late now Scully," he replied doubtfully.
Scully's head lifted up so fast she was surprised it was still attached to her body.
"What did you call me?" she asked just above a whisper.
"Scully. That's your name, right?" He thought nothing of it.
"Yes but the amazing thing is...I never told you my name."
Mulder sat there puzzled while Scully immediately retrieved her cell phone from her jacket pocket.
"Who are you calling?"
"We need to get you out of here," she said as she dialed the Assistant Director's office.
After Skinner's secretary finally transfered the call into the office, Scully finally was able to speak with him.
"Sir, it's me. You're not going to beleive this..but I'm sitting here with Mulder."
"Excuse me?" the voice rattled over the cell phone's weak connection.
"He's alive. I don't know how but he's sitting right here with me in my hotel room."
"You mean to tell me that-"
Scully interrupted. "Sir, just trust me on this one. I need to fly with him back to D.C. immediately, he needs help."
Skinner's loud sigh was heard from over the phone. "Alright. I'll get you on the soonest flight possible."
"Thank you."
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Well there you have it. I hope there are still readers out there :)
Feedback!!!
~*Jess*~