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Lili~He (Skinner) didn't tell her because a) she broke her cell phone, b) she's in a blind rage right now...If you meant Mulder (but typed Skinner), then, you have to remember that she was just so mad at seeing Mulder with another woman and he couldn't get a word out. Also, Delila (the blonde) thought Mulder was with her and not Scully...so...yeah...Delila pretty much made things worse.
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I knocked on the door. A woman my age, with brown hair with blonde highlights, opened the door and hugged me. "Dana! I haven't seen you in so long!" I hugged her back.
"I've missed you too, Alyson. How many years has it been since high school?" Alyson whistled shrilly.
"Don't want to count them. Shows how old I am. Wouldn't want that, now would we?" Her eyes flashed jokingly. "So, what's with the job change? Last I heard, you were happy with the Bureau."
Scully's face flashed with sadness for a second. "Um...I just needed a change. The FBI was just...suffocating...me," she said.
Alyson noticed the change in tone, one that she was quite familiar with. "I see," she said, softly. She nodded. It was an unspoken agreement that she wouldn't bring up the FBI ever again.
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I had hardly been afraid of Mulder. I doubt Frohike and Langly had ever been afraid of him either. But now, I think they were both shuddering in their boots. Mulder had practically beaten down our door. He was completely beside himself with sadness. I could see the tears that had spilled on his cheeks, the marred trail still visible. "Mulder," I began. "We can't break confidence. Not to Scully. You know that!"
"Yes, but you guys know that I can't live without her and damned if I know that you guys know and I'm not going to try and get that information from you. Now, goddammit, tell me!"
"Mulder..."
"Just forget it," he sighed. He grabbed his jacket, shirked it on, and walked out. We locked the door behind us. Frohike looked at me.
"Remind me never to piss him off," he joked, trying to clear the air with humor, but the joke hit a little close to home for both of them, who were both intimidated by Mulder just now.
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I went back to our apartment. I had long since placed her broken cell phone in my drawer, wanting the Gunmen to fix it but after what I just did, I'm not sure if I could face them again. I was so brash and harsh with them that it scared me. Is this what I was reduced to? God. The phone rang. I ran and picked it up, lying to myself by trying to convince myself that it was her.
"Hello?"
"Agent Mulder?"
"Agent Millstone. Hi. What do you need?" All hope of her ever speaking to me again just shot out the window.
"I needed your help on something. It might be someone you're familiar with, actually. He just broke out of the Illinois State Penitentiary the other day." I grimaced. Another serial killer from my past. "His name is Dane Malten." I remembered him. He killed little girls and removed different organs from each little girl. He had the organs in Ziplock bags, labeled with the girl's name, and he had them in the freezer of his refrigerator. He was a sick, twisted man.
"So what do you want me to do? Go to Illinois to catch him?"
"If you would want to."
Well, work would definitely take my mind off of Scully. Either that or bring memories back, which was hurtful. "Definitely." What the hell was I doing?
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"Dana's our new ER doctor," smiled Alyson. "She's worked with the FBI chasing down little green men." Scully's smile fell a little. Little green men. It was such a sentimental statement to her. She could hear the little chuckles around the room. "Dana, you know a few people from school. Believe it or not. I was shocked too. That's Michelle, Ashley, Lyda, Lina, Dr. Stephen Brown, Dr. Andy Taylor. Yes, I know. No, he wasn't a sheriff. And that's Dr. Parker Stevenson. You remember him, don't you?" Her eyes glimmered with teasing.
"Anyway, let's get to work!" ordered Dr. Brown.
Scully reminisced, bringing herself back to the good, old days. Lyda. She held that name in reverence. Scully snorted derisively. That was one of the names of the ghosts that Mulder had felt he wanted to investigate on Christmas Eve. Andy Taylor. That horrifying case in Home, Pennsylvania. That poor sherifff and his wife. All these memories that she could only hope she forgot. "Parker, how nice to see you again." He smiled.
"You too, Dana. I've missed you. Everything about you. Your bright, red hair. Your smiles. Your intelligence. But most of all," he leaned closer to her ear. "I've missed your kisses." She smiled. Maybe life after Mulder would go on. She had lied that day. She had, honestly, loved him. She doubted she would ever stop, but maybe rekindling another relationship might take her mind off of it. He never loved her. She had to keep reminding herself that the Eden she had been living in was a lie. The time she had been her happiest, it was all a lie. He had probably been fucking her in their bed too. She was utterly disgusted at the thought. "Earth to Dana," teased Parker.
"Hmm?"
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. I mean, our relationship was in med. school. You don't have to feel...obligated...to rekindle it if you don't want to." It might be fun, she thought. I'll give it a shot. After all, I dated him before, I had to have had some judgment back then, right? Then again, I did go with Ed Jerse. Her mind argued with itself. Her heart wasn't helping either.
"Sure. It'll be fun." She watched as Parker's face lit up with happiness. She was going to get away from it all tonight. Away from the sadness. Away from the tears. Away from Mulder. Away from her child. Mulder haunted her every thought. Their cases, things they had said, euphemisms, everything. She could probably never hear a cliche again without reminiscing.
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Lili~He (Skinner) didn't tell her because a) she broke her cell phone, b) she's in a blind rage right now...If you meant Mulder (but typed Skinner), then, you have to remember that she was just so mad at seeing Mulder with another woman and he couldn't get a word out. Also, Delila (the blonde) thought Mulder was with her and not Scully...so...yeah...Delila pretty much made things worse.
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I knocked on the door. A woman my age, with brown hair with blonde highlights, opened the door and hugged me. "Dana! I haven't seen you in so long!" I hugged her back.
"I've missed you too, Alyson. How many years has it been since high school?" Alyson whistled shrilly.
"Don't want to count them. Shows how old I am. Wouldn't want that, now would we?" Her eyes flashed jokingly. "So, what's with the job change? Last I heard, you were happy with the Bureau."
Scully's face flashed with sadness for a second. "Um...I just needed a change. The FBI was just...suffocating...me," she said.
Alyson noticed the change in tone, one that she was quite familiar with. "I see," she said, softly. She nodded. It was an unspoken agreement that she wouldn't bring up the FBI ever again.
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I had hardly been afraid of Mulder. I doubt Frohike and Langly had ever been afraid of him either. But now, I think they were both shuddering in their boots. Mulder had practically beaten down our door. He was completely beside himself with sadness. I could see the tears that had spilled on his cheeks, the marred trail still visible. "Mulder," I began. "We can't break confidence. Not to Scully. You know that!"
"Yes, but you guys know that I can't live without her and damned if I know that you guys know and I'm not going to try and get that information from you. Now, goddammit, tell me!"
"Mulder..."
"Just forget it," he sighed. He grabbed his jacket, shirked it on, and walked out. We locked the door behind us. Frohike looked at me.
"Remind me never to piss him off," he joked, trying to clear the air with humor, but the joke hit a little close to home for both of them, who were both intimidated by Mulder just now.
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I went back to our apartment. I had long since placed her broken cell phone in my drawer, wanting the Gunmen to fix it but after what I just did, I'm not sure if I could face them again. I was so brash and harsh with them that it scared me. Is this what I was reduced to? God. The phone rang. I ran and picked it up, lying to myself by trying to convince myself that it was her.
"Hello?"
"Agent Mulder?"
"Agent Millstone. Hi. What do you need?" All hope of her ever speaking to me again just shot out the window.
"I needed your help on something. It might be someone you're familiar with, actually. He just broke out of the Illinois State Penitentiary the other day." I grimaced. Another serial killer from my past. "His name is Dane Malten." I remembered him. He killed little girls and removed different organs from each little girl. He had the organs in Ziplock bags, labeled with the girl's name, and he had them in the freezer of his refrigerator. He was a sick, twisted man.
"So what do you want me to do? Go to Illinois to catch him?"
"If you would want to."
Well, work would definitely take my mind off of Scully. Either that or bring memories back, which was hurtful. "Definitely." What the hell was I doing?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dana's our new ER doctor," smiled Alyson. "She's worked with the FBI chasing down little green men." Scully's smile fell a little. Little green men. It was such a sentimental statement to her. She could hear the little chuckles around the room. "Dana, you know a few people from school. Believe it or not. I was shocked too. That's Michelle, Ashley, Lyda, Lina, Dr. Stephen Brown, Dr. Andy Taylor. Yes, I know. No, he wasn't a sheriff. And that's Dr. Parker Stevenson. You remember him, don't you?" Her eyes glimmered with teasing.
"Anyway, let's get to work!" ordered Dr. Brown.
Scully reminisced, bringing herself back to the good, old days. Lyda. She held that name in reverence. Scully snorted derisively. That was one of the names of the ghosts that Mulder had felt he wanted to investigate on Christmas Eve. Andy Taylor. That horrifying case in Home, Pennsylvania. That poor sherifff and his wife. All these memories that she could only hope she forgot. "Parker, how nice to see you again." He smiled.
"You too, Dana. I've missed you. Everything about you. Your bright, red hair. Your smiles. Your intelligence. But most of all," he leaned closer to her ear. "I've missed your kisses." She smiled. Maybe life after Mulder would go on. She had lied that day. She had, honestly, loved him. She doubted she would ever stop, but maybe rekindling another relationship might take her mind off of it. He never loved her. She had to keep reminding herself that the Eden she had been living in was a lie. The time she had been her happiest, it was all a lie. He had probably been fucking her in their bed too. She was utterly disgusted at the thought. "Earth to Dana," teased Parker.
"Hmm?"
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. I mean, our relationship was in med. school. You don't have to feel...obligated...to rekindle it if you don't want to." It might be fun, she thought. I'll give it a shot. After all, I dated him before, I had to have had some judgment back then, right? Then again, I did go with Ed Jerse. Her mind argued with itself. Her heart wasn't helping either.
"Sure. It'll be fun." She watched as Parker's face lit up with happiness. She was going to get away from it all tonight. Away from the sadness. Away from the tears. Away from Mulder. Away from her child. Mulder haunted her every thought. Their cases, things they had said, euphemisms, everything. She could probably never hear a cliche again without reminiscing.
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