Episode 10 x 9
The Accident
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was supposed to be my Christmas story but it ended up being too long for just one chapter. So I had to make up a dramatic ending and change the title in order to make you read the next chapter. Which now contains the true Christmas story.
SUMMARY: Scully had to make a terrible choice between Mulder and William. Will she be able to live with the choice? Or has Scully lost hold of the thread that held her to her sanity? Will the coming Christmas season only remind her of what's she's lost or will life give her a gift she'll never forget?
8:34pm December 24th Georgetown, Virginia
Scully found herself in a familiar place, her apartment in Georgetown. The floors, as well as the walls, were bare, only the inches of dust filled the rooms. It had an eerie feeling to it like nothing, not even the mice, dared to walk in it. She walked slowly into the kitchen the memories filling her mind.
A tear of sorrow, one of many she had shed recently, caressed her cheek. Her hand went to her head to cover her shaking face. She gasped as she tried to hold back the tears that she hated crying. She frowned with anger and sadness as every memory flashed in her mind.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Monica walked in quietly; Scully didn't even look to see her smiling as she said, "Scully. There's someone here to see you."
Scully's heart leap, who could it be? She saw Monica's wide smile and her imagination went wild. "Could it be Mulder? William? No that's impossible."
As the door creaked open Scully let out a gasp, "Oh my God!"
Three Weeks Earlier December 2nd New Mexico
Scully peered up into the stars, which shown brightly above her, as she sat bundled in her coat sitting in the dark on a large dusty rock. It was surprising cold in the dark desert. Her eyes dazzled in the skies' bright beauty. She took in a deep breath of fresh cool air struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to flow.
"You're all I want Mulder," she thought out loud as she struggled to not burst into tears, "After everything I have lost you're the only thing I want back."
Then all the memories flooded her mind once again. They came in flashes; flashed of pictures. She saw Mulder look up at her when they first met. She remembered how skeptical he had been of her.
She laughed when she remembered how many sunflower seeds he must have eaten since she met him. She remembered his "I want to believe" poster and all his pencils in the ceiling of their old office.
She smiled as she remembered sharing gifts on Christmas. Then she remembered that one Christmas they spent in that "haunted house" and how the "ghosts" had tricked them into thinking they had shot themselves. She shivered this wasn't a pleasant memory.
Suddenly she was holding the gun to her head, screaming at the sky. Mulder's bloody body lay in her arms. "No!" She yelled as she tried to shake the picture from her mind. It had been haunting her since that day.
"Everything's changed!" she said angrily as she seemed to be speaking to Mulder, "My whole world; everything's different! What can I do? Who can I trust? All I want is you: to hold me as my world collapses!
"You are the only thing that has never changed. 'You are my constant.' But they have taken you; taken you away from me again. The Syndicate has taken the only thing that was holding me together."
"Are you okay Miss Scully?" Cleo asked Scully as she joined her in looking up at the stars.
Scully took a deep breath and then looked to her, "Cleo? What did you find out in London?"
Cleo sat down at the table; she had a lot to explain, "As you know I went to London the day that I first met you. After the whole ruse with Cigarette- Smoking-Man as you call him, I got on a flight to meet one of our contacts in London.
"This contact," she continued "was believed to have information on the location of your son. In fact he had been protecting him for some time, until the Syndicate discovered his secrete. I later found out that he had been a member of the Syndicate-
"What!"
"Yes but he was working against them, secretly to hide your son. He does not agree with their methods of fighting the coming attack. He doesn't believe in working with the aliens like the others do. That's why he had to pretend he was dead, the Syndicate only discovered recently."
"But why would such a man try to protect William?"
"I believe that he found the location of William before the Syndicate solidified plans to kidnap him. Even though this contact had supposedly been dead since before your son was even born he somehow was receiving information about their plans. He told me that they believe that he, as well as Mulder, was the key to finding a resistance to the alien virus. He told me that in fact that he had been raising your son for almost two years, and was hoping to use your son to spread a resistance."
"How?"
"I'm not sure but what ever your son's resistance is to the virus he got it from Mulder. That's why they have kidnapped them both, in order to keep it from the world. My contact nor I have any true understanding in why, but that they only think of themselves when they deal with this conspiracy."
"But why would they offer me a choice between Mulder or William?"
"I am not sure on that either but I believe it is a distraction from their real goal. They want you to contact them; this is either to gain information on me and my group by tracking you or they wish to kill you."
December 3rd Denver, Colorado
Cigarette-Smoking-Man leaned against the cell wall taking a deep puff of his cigarette and blowing out and looking at it curiously in his normal fashion. He looked up at Mulder crouching on his cot at the other side. After CSM had twirled the cigarette a few times in his finger he spoke, "Worried about something Mulder, Scully perhaps?"
"You should be worried, who ever you are, because I'm sick of your pointless questioning and I really feel like strangling you."
CSM took another puff of his cigarette and continued, "You know who I am Mulder I'm your father. I'm that mysterious man that haunts you staying in the shadows. I'm the man who's been working to protect you."
"Protecting me?!" he screamed at him, "You are the one responsible for it all! For the death of my Father! You're the reason my mother killed herself! You are the one who had Deep Throat killed! You and the Syndicate forced Scully to give up William to protect him! You are the reason I have never found the truth that I've searched for all my life! The reason that Scully and I had to hide all this time! You and your group of idiotic, self- centered, bastards are the thing that has finally broken her.broken Scully's."
The picture haunted his mind once again. He was running; running to stop her from pulling the trigger. She didn't know, she didn't know that he was still alive, that that wasn't him that she was holding. But the gun went off before she was even in sight, it was too late to save her. Then came the flash of light, for a brief second he couldn't see a thing. He saw something that he didn't even know how to believe, saw something he hadn't even told Scully about.
"Really? Is that all my fault? Am I the one that has brought on all the suffering in your life? Or, instead, was it your foolish search for the truth that has led your dear Scully to her end?"
"End? What the hell do you mean?!"
"You know just as well as I that she has grown dependent on you. That the independent, strong and beautiful woman that you met 12 years ago has met her end. Now she is a helpless fool of a woman who can't even go on without you."
"No! No! It's not true!" he screamed crying as the CSM played with his mind.
"Yes Mulder! You are the one that has caused her to kill herself, from the inside out!"
Mulder looked up at him as he left the room, tears in his eyes, and said "I- I-That's not-"
On the road New Mexico
Scully's foot pushed harder and harder on the gas peddle as she zoomed down the highway. She sped past car after car she could hardly make herself slow down as she went around the bend. She was foolishly enraged with her mother; she had said some stuff that she thought she wasn't ready to hear or even wanted to hear.
Hot tears fell on her face as she remembered the words. Her mother had been crying for her, "Scully can't you see what he's done to you? Can't you see what you've done to yourself? I know you love him....but look at you. You are falling apart. Dana ...what has happened to you Dana."
"Mom!" she cried "What are you saying?"
A loud honk awoke Scully from her flash back. She quickly swerved into the right-hand lane. She nearly crashed into the car in front of her. She finally let free of the accelerator and slowed down. She had no clue where she was. She had no clue where she had been going either. As soon as she had got in the car she had just sped off.
Meanwhile Monica and John had just arrived at Zion and were looking for Scully.
"She left about an hour ago." her Mother said to John drying tears from her eyes "Cleo had dropped the keys and she took them she drove off."
"Something's got to be terribly wrong!" Monica said worriedly, "That just isn't like her."
"Did she say anything? Did she say where she was going?" asked John.
"I got into a silly fight with her. I was worried about her, she's changed so much."
"Hopefully for the better." said Monica.
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Scully was scared that her mother had been right. Had Mulder weakened her mental strength? She could still feel herself putting the gun to her head. What would have happened if she hadn't have been saved by that mysterious creature?
She took one hand off the wheel to grab the necklace around her neck. Did she still believe? What would happen when she dies? Could that creature be a miracle of God or was it just her imagination?
She tried to push the questions from her mind. She had more important stuff to do. She had to rescue William and Mulder. She had to get to Denver, Colorado the place where she was to meet the Cigarette-Smoking-Man. But what could he possibly want in return?
December 4th Denver, Colorado
Mulder suddenly lunged at the Cancer-Man pushing him up against the wall, "I tired of your degrading chatter!"
"Mulder, I don't think it wise to resort to violence." he said pushing Mulder off of him. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head, "I don't think the same miracle will save you as it did Scully."
Mulder punched him suddenly so that he lost grip of the gun and it fell to the ground. "Shut the hell up!"
They both grabbed for the gun and struggled for a few minutes. Mulder was victorious and cocked the gun rage in his eyes. CSM looked at him smiling, "You aren't going to kill again are you? Being tried for the murder of a military officer and destroying your partner is not enough for you?"
"It's only murder when you kill a human!"
Without another pause he shot him repeatedly in the chest. Green acid bled from his chest as he fell to the ground. Mulder wisely left the room as soon as possible. He didn't even look back to see him disappear in a pool of bubbling green liquid.
11:00 pm December 4th Just outside of Denver, Colorado
"What the heck?" Scully said as she struggled to see out the windshield through the pouring rain. The rain was pouring so hard her ears were sore, and the car nearly sped out of control with every turn. The lights of the cars outside reflected on the rain only making it worse.
There was a sudden flash of light and Scully had to close her eyes. The car sped out of control as she screamed. Another car hit the driver's door as the car spun on the fresh ice. Scully could only see the car crumbling around her as it sped over the shoulder and into the forest. She lost consciousness soon after the car flipped over so that it was upside-down and her head banged violently on the window.
When the car finally came to a halt it was lying on its side. Scully lay limp her head hanging down bleeding. The rain beat down even harder now as it froze to hail. Scully didn't move.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
The Accident
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was supposed to be my Christmas story but it ended up being too long for just one chapter. So I had to make up a dramatic ending and change the title in order to make you read the next chapter. Which now contains the true Christmas story.
SUMMARY: Scully had to make a terrible choice between Mulder and William. Will she be able to live with the choice? Or has Scully lost hold of the thread that held her to her sanity? Will the coming Christmas season only remind her of what's she's lost or will life give her a gift she'll never forget?
8:34pm December 24th Georgetown, Virginia
Scully found herself in a familiar place, her apartment in Georgetown. The floors, as well as the walls, were bare, only the inches of dust filled the rooms. It had an eerie feeling to it like nothing, not even the mice, dared to walk in it. She walked slowly into the kitchen the memories filling her mind.
A tear of sorrow, one of many she had shed recently, caressed her cheek. Her hand went to her head to cover her shaking face. She gasped as she tried to hold back the tears that she hated crying. She frowned with anger and sadness as every memory flashed in her mind.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. Monica walked in quietly; Scully didn't even look to see her smiling as she said, "Scully. There's someone here to see you."
Scully's heart leap, who could it be? She saw Monica's wide smile and her imagination went wild. "Could it be Mulder? William? No that's impossible."
As the door creaked open Scully let out a gasp, "Oh my God!"
Three Weeks Earlier December 2nd New Mexico
Scully peered up into the stars, which shown brightly above her, as she sat bundled in her coat sitting in the dark on a large dusty rock. It was surprising cold in the dark desert. Her eyes dazzled in the skies' bright beauty. She took in a deep breath of fresh cool air struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to flow.
"You're all I want Mulder," she thought out loud as she struggled to not burst into tears, "After everything I have lost you're the only thing I want back."
Then all the memories flooded her mind once again. They came in flashes; flashed of pictures. She saw Mulder look up at her when they first met. She remembered how skeptical he had been of her.
She laughed when she remembered how many sunflower seeds he must have eaten since she met him. She remembered his "I want to believe" poster and all his pencils in the ceiling of their old office.
She smiled as she remembered sharing gifts on Christmas. Then she remembered that one Christmas they spent in that "haunted house" and how the "ghosts" had tricked them into thinking they had shot themselves. She shivered this wasn't a pleasant memory.
Suddenly she was holding the gun to her head, screaming at the sky. Mulder's bloody body lay in her arms. "No!" She yelled as she tried to shake the picture from her mind. It had been haunting her since that day.
"Everything's changed!" she said angrily as she seemed to be speaking to Mulder, "My whole world; everything's different! What can I do? Who can I trust? All I want is you: to hold me as my world collapses!
"You are the only thing that has never changed. 'You are my constant.' But they have taken you; taken you away from me again. The Syndicate has taken the only thing that was holding me together."
"Are you okay Miss Scully?" Cleo asked Scully as she joined her in looking up at the stars.
Scully took a deep breath and then looked to her, "Cleo? What did you find out in London?"
Cleo sat down at the table; she had a lot to explain, "As you know I went to London the day that I first met you. After the whole ruse with Cigarette- Smoking-Man as you call him, I got on a flight to meet one of our contacts in London.
"This contact," she continued "was believed to have information on the location of your son. In fact he had been protecting him for some time, until the Syndicate discovered his secrete. I later found out that he had been a member of the Syndicate-
"What!"
"Yes but he was working against them, secretly to hide your son. He does not agree with their methods of fighting the coming attack. He doesn't believe in working with the aliens like the others do. That's why he had to pretend he was dead, the Syndicate only discovered recently."
"But why would such a man try to protect William?"
"I believe that he found the location of William before the Syndicate solidified plans to kidnap him. Even though this contact had supposedly been dead since before your son was even born he somehow was receiving information about their plans. He told me that they believe that he, as well as Mulder, was the key to finding a resistance to the alien virus. He told me that in fact that he had been raising your son for almost two years, and was hoping to use your son to spread a resistance."
"How?"
"I'm not sure but what ever your son's resistance is to the virus he got it from Mulder. That's why they have kidnapped them both, in order to keep it from the world. My contact nor I have any true understanding in why, but that they only think of themselves when they deal with this conspiracy."
"But why would they offer me a choice between Mulder or William?"
"I am not sure on that either but I believe it is a distraction from their real goal. They want you to contact them; this is either to gain information on me and my group by tracking you or they wish to kill you."
December 3rd Denver, Colorado
Cigarette-Smoking-Man leaned against the cell wall taking a deep puff of his cigarette and blowing out and looking at it curiously in his normal fashion. He looked up at Mulder crouching on his cot at the other side. After CSM had twirled the cigarette a few times in his finger he spoke, "Worried about something Mulder, Scully perhaps?"
"You should be worried, who ever you are, because I'm sick of your pointless questioning and I really feel like strangling you."
CSM took another puff of his cigarette and continued, "You know who I am Mulder I'm your father. I'm that mysterious man that haunts you staying in the shadows. I'm the man who's been working to protect you."
"Protecting me?!" he screamed at him, "You are the one responsible for it all! For the death of my Father! You're the reason my mother killed herself! You are the one who had Deep Throat killed! You and the Syndicate forced Scully to give up William to protect him! You are the reason I have never found the truth that I've searched for all my life! The reason that Scully and I had to hide all this time! You and your group of idiotic, self- centered, bastards are the thing that has finally broken her.broken Scully's."
The picture haunted his mind once again. He was running; running to stop her from pulling the trigger. She didn't know, she didn't know that he was still alive, that that wasn't him that she was holding. But the gun went off before she was even in sight, it was too late to save her. Then came the flash of light, for a brief second he couldn't see a thing. He saw something that he didn't even know how to believe, saw something he hadn't even told Scully about.
"Really? Is that all my fault? Am I the one that has brought on all the suffering in your life? Or, instead, was it your foolish search for the truth that has led your dear Scully to her end?"
"End? What the hell do you mean?!"
"You know just as well as I that she has grown dependent on you. That the independent, strong and beautiful woman that you met 12 years ago has met her end. Now she is a helpless fool of a woman who can't even go on without you."
"No! No! It's not true!" he screamed crying as the CSM played with his mind.
"Yes Mulder! You are the one that has caused her to kill herself, from the inside out!"
Mulder looked up at him as he left the room, tears in his eyes, and said "I- I-That's not-"
On the road New Mexico
Scully's foot pushed harder and harder on the gas peddle as she zoomed down the highway. She sped past car after car she could hardly make herself slow down as she went around the bend. She was foolishly enraged with her mother; she had said some stuff that she thought she wasn't ready to hear or even wanted to hear.
Hot tears fell on her face as she remembered the words. Her mother had been crying for her, "Scully can't you see what he's done to you? Can't you see what you've done to yourself? I know you love him....but look at you. You are falling apart. Dana ...what has happened to you Dana."
"Mom!" she cried "What are you saying?"
A loud honk awoke Scully from her flash back. She quickly swerved into the right-hand lane. She nearly crashed into the car in front of her. She finally let free of the accelerator and slowed down. She had no clue where she was. She had no clue where she had been going either. As soon as she had got in the car she had just sped off.
Meanwhile Monica and John had just arrived at Zion and were looking for Scully.
"She left about an hour ago." her Mother said to John drying tears from her eyes "Cleo had dropped the keys and she took them she drove off."
"Something's got to be terribly wrong!" Monica said worriedly, "That just isn't like her."
"Did she say anything? Did she say where she was going?" asked John.
"I got into a silly fight with her. I was worried about her, she's changed so much."
"Hopefully for the better." said Monica.
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Scully was scared that her mother had been right. Had Mulder weakened her mental strength? She could still feel herself putting the gun to her head. What would have happened if she hadn't have been saved by that mysterious creature?
She took one hand off the wheel to grab the necklace around her neck. Did she still believe? What would happen when she dies? Could that creature be a miracle of God or was it just her imagination?
She tried to push the questions from her mind. She had more important stuff to do. She had to rescue William and Mulder. She had to get to Denver, Colorado the place where she was to meet the Cigarette-Smoking-Man. But what could he possibly want in return?
December 4th Denver, Colorado
Mulder suddenly lunged at the Cancer-Man pushing him up against the wall, "I tired of your degrading chatter!"
"Mulder, I don't think it wise to resort to violence." he said pushing Mulder off of him. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head, "I don't think the same miracle will save you as it did Scully."
Mulder punched him suddenly so that he lost grip of the gun and it fell to the ground. "Shut the hell up!"
They both grabbed for the gun and struggled for a few minutes. Mulder was victorious and cocked the gun rage in his eyes. CSM looked at him smiling, "You aren't going to kill again are you? Being tried for the murder of a military officer and destroying your partner is not enough for you?"
"It's only murder when you kill a human!"
Without another pause he shot him repeatedly in the chest. Green acid bled from his chest as he fell to the ground. Mulder wisely left the room as soon as possible. He didn't even look back to see him disappear in a pool of bubbling green liquid.
11:00 pm December 4th Just outside of Denver, Colorado
"What the heck?" Scully said as she struggled to see out the windshield through the pouring rain. The rain was pouring so hard her ears were sore, and the car nearly sped out of control with every turn. The lights of the cars outside reflected on the rain only making it worse.
There was a sudden flash of light and Scully had to close her eyes. The car sped out of control as she screamed. Another car hit the driver's door as the car spun on the fresh ice. Scully could only see the car crumbling around her as it sped over the shoulder and into the forest. She lost consciousness soon after the car flipped over so that it was upside-down and her head banged violently on the window.
When the car finally came to a halt it was lying on its side. Scully lay limp her head hanging down bleeding. The rain beat down even harder now as it froze to hail. Scully didn't move.
*TO BE CONTINUED*