Disclaimer: I do not own The X-Files, Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Melissa
Scully..the list goes on and on. Y'all know the drill.
Author's Note: I apologize for not updating sooner. Lots has been going on in the family, and let's just say that I've been running around like a chicken without a head. Anywho, I'll try to update more often. I still do not know where I am going with this, so bear with me..and, enjoy! Please review so I know if y'all are still interested! ============================================================================ ==================================================
She sighed, and jumped up after Mulder, but by the time she got out of the resteraunt, he was no where in sight. That established, she sighed and headed back to her hotel room.
She opened her laptop and stared at it intently. It had been disturbing her that she could remember her own password. She'd tried everything: Melissa, Scully, Truth, The Truth, The Truth Is Out There, Trustno1, and even Skinner. But nothing worked.
She tapped her foot against her bed, then pulled her self into a cross- legged position before settling down to try again. She closed her eyes, and focused all of her energy, trying to think of something or someone that held a great deal of meaning to her.
She cocked her head before typing a name that came to mind, "Queequeg." She paused, then hit Enter.
She was in.
Scully was elated! Finally, acess to her files! She began to pull through her files, just looking around, trying to jog memories. Several things clicked, but nothing major..
She came across something labeled, "X-Logs." Scully frowned, then opened it. She found a detailed case-log, more or less a diary of a sort. It dated back atleast 5 years, and she had to smile at some of the things that she read.
i"Found keys. Were in Mulder's draw. Very Suspicious."
"Found wallet. In Mulder's draw. I'm not liking this."
"Phone in Mulder's draw. Hmmm....Is this some sort of sick joke?"
"He claims ignorance....then suggested that fact that everything turned up in his draw is an X-File. I've never been more tempted to slap him."
"Nothing."/i
She laughed a little, and closed out the application, moving to other section of her computer, exploring her own files with completely new eyes.
At about 2:00 A.M., Scully awoke with a start. It was pitch-black in her room, and her screen-saver had long been on. She quickly shut down her laptop, and went to knock on Mulder's door.
"Mulder?" She knocked gently. "Mulder, It's me."
She waited.
"Mulder? Mulder, are you okay? Mulder, I'm comming in."
Gingerly, she pulled open the door, drew her gun, and called again, "Mulder!?"
She poked about, flipping on the light. Where could he still be? As she wondered that, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she spun around, ready to defend herself.
"Woah now!" It was Mulder, just about as startled as she was.
"Mulder!" She panted, "Don't scare me like that!"
He laughed slightly.
"Where've you been, Mulder?"
"Got the file Skinner faxed us."
"Uh, great, thanks." She said, taking it. "Mulder..." She asked again, "Where have you been?"
"Around.." He sighed as she glared at his back. He quickly turned around, turned off the lights, and lowered the window shades. "I took a little drive. What you said about Kyle, and the sister....It made sense. And I took it upon myself to go back to the train cars."
"Without me?"
"......"
Mulder was silent. He hadn't dragged her along, slightly afraid that if he did, she'd disappear again. Perhaps he was paranoid, but....
Scully sensed that he was feeling overly-protective at the moment, and she sighed, sat on the bed, and said, "What'd you find?"
"Not a whole lot." He admitted. "A tape....I'm willing to bet you my next paycheck that it's of a government operated experiment."
"The train yards aren't terribly far away, Mulder....What's taken you so long?"
It was Mulder's turn to sigh, and he looked to the window behind him.
"I've spent the few hours taking the round-a-bout way of getting here....It would appear," He tapped the window through the blinds, in a gesture pointing to a parked car outside, "That someone's taken a great interest in me."
He snapped the blinds closed, and smiled weakly at her.
"I've been followed."
Author's Note: Please review! Tell me what you love, hate, despise, would like to kill, you could do without, and what was "eh.so-so."
Author's Note: I apologize for not updating sooner. Lots has been going on in the family, and let's just say that I've been running around like a chicken without a head. Anywho, I'll try to update more often. I still do not know where I am going with this, so bear with me..and, enjoy! Please review so I know if y'all are still interested! ============================================================================ ==================================================
She sighed, and jumped up after Mulder, but by the time she got out of the resteraunt, he was no where in sight. That established, she sighed and headed back to her hotel room.
She opened her laptop and stared at it intently. It had been disturbing her that she could remember her own password. She'd tried everything: Melissa, Scully, Truth, The Truth, The Truth Is Out There, Trustno1, and even Skinner. But nothing worked.
She tapped her foot against her bed, then pulled her self into a cross- legged position before settling down to try again. She closed her eyes, and focused all of her energy, trying to think of something or someone that held a great deal of meaning to her.
She cocked her head before typing a name that came to mind, "Queequeg." She paused, then hit Enter.
She was in.
Scully was elated! Finally, acess to her files! She began to pull through her files, just looking around, trying to jog memories. Several things clicked, but nothing major..
She came across something labeled, "X-Logs." Scully frowned, then opened it. She found a detailed case-log, more or less a diary of a sort. It dated back atleast 5 years, and she had to smile at some of the things that she read.
i"Found keys. Were in Mulder's draw. Very Suspicious."
"Found wallet. In Mulder's draw. I'm not liking this."
"Phone in Mulder's draw. Hmmm....Is this some sort of sick joke?"
"He claims ignorance....then suggested that fact that everything turned up in his draw is an X-File. I've never been more tempted to slap him."
"Nothing."/i
She laughed a little, and closed out the application, moving to other section of her computer, exploring her own files with completely new eyes.
At about 2:00 A.M., Scully awoke with a start. It was pitch-black in her room, and her screen-saver had long been on. She quickly shut down her laptop, and went to knock on Mulder's door.
"Mulder?" She knocked gently. "Mulder, It's me."
She waited.
"Mulder? Mulder, are you okay? Mulder, I'm comming in."
Gingerly, she pulled open the door, drew her gun, and called again, "Mulder!?"
She poked about, flipping on the light. Where could he still be? As she wondered that, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she spun around, ready to defend herself.
"Woah now!" It was Mulder, just about as startled as she was.
"Mulder!" She panted, "Don't scare me like that!"
He laughed slightly.
"Where've you been, Mulder?"
"Got the file Skinner faxed us."
"Uh, great, thanks." She said, taking it. "Mulder..." She asked again, "Where have you been?"
"Around.." He sighed as she glared at his back. He quickly turned around, turned off the lights, and lowered the window shades. "I took a little drive. What you said about Kyle, and the sister....It made sense. And I took it upon myself to go back to the train cars."
"Without me?"
"......"
Mulder was silent. He hadn't dragged her along, slightly afraid that if he did, she'd disappear again. Perhaps he was paranoid, but....
Scully sensed that he was feeling overly-protective at the moment, and she sighed, sat on the bed, and said, "What'd you find?"
"Not a whole lot." He admitted. "A tape....I'm willing to bet you my next paycheck that it's of a government operated experiment."
"The train yards aren't terribly far away, Mulder....What's taken you so long?"
It was Mulder's turn to sigh, and he looked to the window behind him.
"I've spent the few hours taking the round-a-bout way of getting here....It would appear," He tapped the window through the blinds, in a gesture pointing to a parked car outside, "That someone's taken a great interest in me."
He snapped the blinds closed, and smiled weakly at her.
"I've been followed."
Author's Note: Please review! Tell me what you love, hate, despise, would like to kill, you could do without, and what was "eh.so-so."