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A/N: Welp, I know this is a *really* short chapter, but I'm feeling writer's-block-ish. Plus I'm going away in a week or so, and I want to make sure I update before then..I'll try to have another chapter before I leave though!
Thanks to Rose Ru and l.l. for reviewing!
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Scully rolled over in her sleep that night.
"It's your sister...." He was saying. "She's....she's been shot."
She awoke with a start as her alarm clock rang. She dressed, and quickly jogged down the steps to meet Mulder for breakfast.
"Melissa....She's....Someone killed her."
Mulder looked up from his toast, his eyes sympathetic to the new realization.
"Scull--"
"--Am I right??"
He sighed. "Yes."
"Oh gosh..." she moaned, slumping into her seat. Mulder, unsure of how to help her, simply reached over and rested his hand on her shoulder.
When she looked up again, he said quietly, "You gonna be ok?"
She only sniffed and nodded.
"Was her murder ever solved?"
"Not....not in the way you would have liked it...No."
"The guy..he, uh....he died in prison."
"It was made to look like a suicide.."
Scully was silent, just staring blankly at her coffee. Mulder recognized that dazed, lonesome look..Though he really only saw it a handfull of times before..Once being the first time Scully found out Melissa died.
Moments stretched into minutes. Finally, without moving her eyes from the point on which they had been fixed, she stated blandly, "Did you find anything else,.....Mulder?"
"Uhhhh-No,no." He said, thrown off guard. "I, uhm..There's a train-yard, not too far from her. I'm, uhm, gonna have a nose around."
She nodded, her eyes still fixed. She was still probably processing the information.
"Uh, Scully....uh...If you..want to take..the day..you know..I'd understand completely.."
She shook her head.
"I'll come with you to the train yard.." She said with an indifferent tone, breaking eye contact with that fixed point in time.
"You sure, Scully?"
"Mulder."
He nodded. It was the same reason she had continued to work after her father's funeral.
Although, this time, finding closure to take strength from might take a little longer.
They drove to the yard, and began to peer into the windows of the trains. From behind them came queer sounds, and when the looked, they saw three black cars driving like mad away from a train.
It was too late to catch up, and Mulder busted down the train's door.
Everywhere was evidence that Margaret O'Sheal had been there..or someone had.
"We've missed them, Scully..." He kicked some strewn papers. "We've missed them!!" He thundered, and continued on his rant.
Scully only bent down and began to scoop the papers up.
"Mulder, take a look at this."
"Do I have to?"
Scully had a sense of deja vu, which, in other circumstances, she would have regarded as a nuisance.
"Here..it's records of past tests...and a list of names....Jennifer Colley....Patricia Canuus.....Samantha McGeeves....
But Mulder had begun to walk off.... Scully got up and chased after him.
She stopped him by putting her hand on his arm. He looked at her, and saw her eyes wide with a knowing-sympathy.
"You're sister, Mulder..." She said. "She....She's dead."
Mulder looked away, forcing back emotions.
"Yeah."
"She was taken...she.." Scully stopped, realizing that though Mulder was happy when she remembered, this was a painful discovery for him.
"I'm so sorry, Mulder." She muttered quietly.
Mulder nodded, and gave her a week smile, before motioning for her to walk with him.
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So that's it..Tell me what you like, hate, and what "eh, so-so"! Please review.Thanks!
A/N: Welp, I know this is a *really* short chapter, but I'm feeling writer's-block-ish. Plus I'm going away in a week or so, and I want to make sure I update before then..I'll try to have another chapter before I leave though!
Thanks to Rose Ru and l.l. for reviewing!
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Scully rolled over in her sleep that night.
"It's your sister...." He was saying. "She's....she's been shot."
She awoke with a start as her alarm clock rang. She dressed, and quickly jogged down the steps to meet Mulder for breakfast.
"Melissa....She's....Someone killed her."
Mulder looked up from his toast, his eyes sympathetic to the new realization.
"Scull--"
"--Am I right??"
He sighed. "Yes."
"Oh gosh..." she moaned, slumping into her seat. Mulder, unsure of how to help her, simply reached over and rested his hand on her shoulder.
When she looked up again, he said quietly, "You gonna be ok?"
She only sniffed and nodded.
"Was her murder ever solved?"
"Not....not in the way you would have liked it...No."
"The guy..he, uh....he died in prison."
"It was made to look like a suicide.."
Scully was silent, just staring blankly at her coffee. Mulder recognized that dazed, lonesome look..Though he really only saw it a handfull of times before..Once being the first time Scully found out Melissa died.
Moments stretched into minutes. Finally, without moving her eyes from the point on which they had been fixed, she stated blandly, "Did you find anything else,.....Mulder?"
"Uhhhh-No,no." He said, thrown off guard. "I, uhm..There's a train-yard, not too far from her. I'm, uhm, gonna have a nose around."
She nodded, her eyes still fixed. She was still probably processing the information.
"Uh, Scully....uh...If you..want to take..the day..you know..I'd understand completely.."
She shook her head.
"I'll come with you to the train yard.." She said with an indifferent tone, breaking eye contact with that fixed point in time.
"You sure, Scully?"
"Mulder."
He nodded. It was the same reason she had continued to work after her father's funeral.
Although, this time, finding closure to take strength from might take a little longer.
They drove to the yard, and began to peer into the windows of the trains. From behind them came queer sounds, and when the looked, they saw three black cars driving like mad away from a train.
It was too late to catch up, and Mulder busted down the train's door.
Everywhere was evidence that Margaret O'Sheal had been there..or someone had.
"We've missed them, Scully..." He kicked some strewn papers. "We've missed them!!" He thundered, and continued on his rant.
Scully only bent down and began to scoop the papers up.
"Mulder, take a look at this."
"Do I have to?"
Scully had a sense of deja vu, which, in other circumstances, she would have regarded as a nuisance.
"Here..it's records of past tests...and a list of names....Jennifer Colley....Patricia Canuus.....Samantha McGeeves....
But Mulder had begun to walk off.... Scully got up and chased after him.
She stopped him by putting her hand on his arm. He looked at her, and saw her eyes wide with a knowing-sympathy.
"You're sister, Mulder..." She said. "She....She's dead."
Mulder looked away, forcing back emotions.
"Yeah."
"She was taken...she.." Scully stopped, realizing that though Mulder was happy when she remembered, this was a painful discovery for him.
"I'm so sorry, Mulder." She muttered quietly.
Mulder nodded, and gave her a week smile, before motioning for her to walk with him.
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So that's it..Tell me what you like, hate, and what "eh, so-so"! Please review.Thanks!