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Author's Note: I've returned!!
Thank you for all of your reviews! I'm sorry I have posted (not that you're all that disappointed or anything.lol) but I had writer's block..it's not over yet, it's still there, but I managed to forge on.
If I have any viewers out there at all anymore, please review, just to let me know you are here.
Warning: Because I have little to no patience, Everyone's favorite Dana Scully may very well regain her memory quite quickly. ====================== The man ushered her in, the woman gave her clothes to change into, then they sat her on the couch.
"Dana..."
The man placed a hand on the woman's shoulder.
"I know you?"
"YEs....uhm..." He began. "This is uh....This is your mother....Maggie Scully.....uhm.....My name is Fox Mulder."
"Are you my relative? A freind?"
"A friend....I'm uh....I'm your partner."
"My partner?"
"In the F.B.I."
Jane Doe, presumably a certain Dana Scully, was shocked.
"Your name is Special Agent Dana Scully."
"Dana Scully." She murmured. "When did I....uh...."
"In a minute. Perhaps your history will make it clearer. In the F.B.I. there is a frowned upon division known as The X-Files. It reasearches paranormal phenomena. Aliens, ghosts....things deamed by the F.B.I. to be unexplainable. LEt's just say I'll believe anything, and you'll believe anything with science in it. Your a----"
"----Medical doctor."
Fox looked at her surprised.
"Yes."
"I got a bad wound, but I knew how to dress it. I kinda figured."
"Well....uhm...."
"How long have we worked together?"
"This makes our 7th year."
"Wow."
"Yeah, I'm amazed you put up with me this long myself."
Dana chuckled.
"Fox...." She began, then stopped when she saw his expression.
"I'm sorry," he said realizing. "It's just you haven't called me that since the first few cases we had. I even made my parents call me Mulder....Mulder." He was having extreme deja vu.
"Mulder..." she mumbled, a bit ashamed, not so much for the mistake, but for not remembering. "Mulder....How did I ,uh...."
"Two weeks ago. We were investigating a case about this guy who was murdering people through bi-location."
"At least....That's what you thought."
"Yeah."
Maggie remained silent. It was too painful to chime in just yet. How could she explain over 30 years of memories?
"We were chasing after him. We were separated. When we found him....you were gone....You don't....uh...."
"Remember? All I know is that I woke up in a park about.....2 days ago." She said, surprised.
"We'll get to the bottom of this, Scully. I promise..We should get you to a hospital....Get you checked out."
Fox....Mulder....drove them to the hospital as Dana....Scully's (As Mulder called her.) mother held her tightly.
When the tale ended, Scully could only think about the more tragic parts. Melissa....Deep Throat......Mr. X.......Would she ever regain these memories?
They examined her thoroughly, and a doctor came out to address the friends and relatives.
"She's just fine. She can go home. No damage done...."
"Her memories?"
"Sometimes random things will trigger it. The best thing, I think, is for her to return to work."
Scully agreed. She wanted to. Actually, certain things, protocol the such, about the F.B.I. were surfacing....just nothing personal, and definitely no cases.
With Skinner's permission (apparently the man was Scully's boss), Scully returned to the F.B.I.
When she walked into her office, the first thing she noticed was Mulder's poster. (Well, actually, the first thing she noticed was that there was only one desk.) It read, 'I want to Believe,' and had a U.F.O. on it. Somehow it triggered something.
"Mulder...." She turned to look at him. It was plain to see that this was hard for him. She was his Scully, but she couldn't remember ever being with him. She tried to ignore the look in his eyes, as he tried to hide it. "Mulder....I uh...." She pulled her hand away from the base of her neck, where it had automatically flown at the sight of the poster. "I...uh....can't remember something....Or rather....I'm, uh, remembering something....I was, ummm, abducted......Or something....And there was a metal thing, a...uh...a chip, placed here in my neck."
"That's right." Mulder smiled a little, not at the memory, but at the fact that there was a chance she could be his old Scully again. "You had it removed."
"I know," she stopped for one brief moment, surprised at her own words. "It....did something......it gave me something." She strained trying to remember, although, all that did was make her more frustrated because she didn't know how to recall something she didn't even know happened until it came out of her mouth. Tears began to form; it hurts not knowing who you are, or what you like....
"What did it give me, Mulder!?" She cried in frustration.
"Cancer."
She moved her head, trying to force back tears. Mulder recognized the gesture as being a purely-Scully-gesture....some things never change, eh?
"But....it went into remission." It came out as a statement, though meant as a question.
"Yeah. I managed to find a replacement chip in a Pentagon. We put it where the chip once was....It put your cancer into remission."
Scully turned to look at the desk.
"I don't have a desk, do I?"
"You've always had a grudge against me for that." Mulder said, keeping back a smile.
Scully turned to look at him. "Where do we start?"
Mulder moved to grab a case file, a little surprised at how things must go on.
"There's a girl who thinks she's been abducted."
"We've seen hundreds of cases, just like that.......We have, haven't we, Mulder?"
"Yeah..?"
"What makes this one special?"
"The girl's sister has recently gone missing, and she feels that we can help her."
"Well," Scully said, pausing briefly, "Let's see what we can do about it."
She swallowed.
She didn't want to go on this case only for the girl. She felt awfull admitting that, but aside from wanting the girl's safe return, she wanted to remember her own experience.
She swallowed again, hard.
So, there we go. The one the only. Please review. Tell me what you like, what you hate, what should be added or removed, and that you are out there, like the truth.
Again, sorry for my apparent disappearance off the face of the earth..
Author's Note: I've returned!!
Thank you for all of your reviews! I'm sorry I have posted (not that you're all that disappointed or anything.lol) but I had writer's block..it's not over yet, it's still there, but I managed to forge on.
If I have any viewers out there at all anymore, please review, just to let me know you are here.
Warning: Because I have little to no patience, Everyone's favorite Dana Scully may very well regain her memory quite quickly. ====================== The man ushered her in, the woman gave her clothes to change into, then they sat her on the couch.
"Dana..."
The man placed a hand on the woman's shoulder.
"I know you?"
"YEs....uhm..." He began. "This is uh....This is your mother....Maggie Scully.....uhm.....My name is Fox Mulder."
"Are you my relative? A freind?"
"A friend....I'm uh....I'm your partner."
"My partner?"
"In the F.B.I."
Jane Doe, presumably a certain Dana Scully, was shocked.
"Your name is Special Agent Dana Scully."
"Dana Scully." She murmured. "When did I....uh...."
"In a minute. Perhaps your history will make it clearer. In the F.B.I. there is a frowned upon division known as The X-Files. It reasearches paranormal phenomena. Aliens, ghosts....things deamed by the F.B.I. to be unexplainable. LEt's just say I'll believe anything, and you'll believe anything with science in it. Your a----"
"----Medical doctor."
Fox looked at her surprised.
"Yes."
"I got a bad wound, but I knew how to dress it. I kinda figured."
"Well....uhm...."
"How long have we worked together?"
"This makes our 7th year."
"Wow."
"Yeah, I'm amazed you put up with me this long myself."
Dana chuckled.
"Fox...." She began, then stopped when she saw his expression.
"I'm sorry," he said realizing. "It's just you haven't called me that since the first few cases we had. I even made my parents call me Mulder....Mulder." He was having extreme deja vu.
"Mulder..." she mumbled, a bit ashamed, not so much for the mistake, but for not remembering. "Mulder....How did I ,uh...."
"Two weeks ago. We were investigating a case about this guy who was murdering people through bi-location."
"At least....That's what you thought."
"Yeah."
Maggie remained silent. It was too painful to chime in just yet. How could she explain over 30 years of memories?
"We were chasing after him. We were separated. When we found him....you were gone....You don't....uh...."
"Remember? All I know is that I woke up in a park about.....2 days ago." She said, surprised.
"We'll get to the bottom of this, Scully. I promise..We should get you to a hospital....Get you checked out."
Fox....Mulder....drove them to the hospital as Dana....Scully's (As Mulder called her.) mother held her tightly.
When the tale ended, Scully could only think about the more tragic parts. Melissa....Deep Throat......Mr. X.......Would she ever regain these memories?
They examined her thoroughly, and a doctor came out to address the friends and relatives.
"She's just fine. She can go home. No damage done...."
"Her memories?"
"Sometimes random things will trigger it. The best thing, I think, is for her to return to work."
Scully agreed. She wanted to. Actually, certain things, protocol the such, about the F.B.I. were surfacing....just nothing personal, and definitely no cases.
With Skinner's permission (apparently the man was Scully's boss), Scully returned to the F.B.I.
When she walked into her office, the first thing she noticed was Mulder's poster. (Well, actually, the first thing she noticed was that there was only one desk.) It read, 'I want to Believe,' and had a U.F.O. on it. Somehow it triggered something.
"Mulder...." She turned to look at him. It was plain to see that this was hard for him. She was his Scully, but she couldn't remember ever being with him. She tried to ignore the look in his eyes, as he tried to hide it. "Mulder....I uh...." She pulled her hand away from the base of her neck, where it had automatically flown at the sight of the poster. "I...uh....can't remember something....Or rather....I'm, uh, remembering something....I was, ummm, abducted......Or something....And there was a metal thing, a...uh...a chip, placed here in my neck."
"That's right." Mulder smiled a little, not at the memory, but at the fact that there was a chance she could be his old Scully again. "You had it removed."
"I know," she stopped for one brief moment, surprised at her own words. "It....did something......it gave me something." She strained trying to remember, although, all that did was make her more frustrated because she didn't know how to recall something she didn't even know happened until it came out of her mouth. Tears began to form; it hurts not knowing who you are, or what you like....
"What did it give me, Mulder!?" She cried in frustration.
"Cancer."
She moved her head, trying to force back tears. Mulder recognized the gesture as being a purely-Scully-gesture....some things never change, eh?
"But....it went into remission." It came out as a statement, though meant as a question.
"Yeah. I managed to find a replacement chip in a Pentagon. We put it where the chip once was....It put your cancer into remission."
Scully turned to look at the desk.
"I don't have a desk, do I?"
"You've always had a grudge against me for that." Mulder said, keeping back a smile.
Scully turned to look at him. "Where do we start?"
Mulder moved to grab a case file, a little surprised at how things must go on.
"There's a girl who thinks she's been abducted."
"We've seen hundreds of cases, just like that.......We have, haven't we, Mulder?"
"Yeah..?"
"What makes this one special?"
"The girl's sister has recently gone missing, and she feels that we can help her."
"Well," Scully said, pausing briefly, "Let's see what we can do about it."
She swallowed.
She didn't want to go on this case only for the girl. She felt awfull admitting that, but aside from wanting the girl's safe return, she wanted to remember her own experience.
She swallowed again, hard.
So, there we go. The one the only. Please review. Tell me what you like, what you hate, what should be added or removed, and that you are out there, like the truth.
Again, sorry for my apparent disappearance off the face of the earth..