A/N: And now the action packed conclusion!

"Grave Occurrences"

Scully found herself being woken by a large, male something. She rubbed her eyes, and rolled over.

"Scully! Scully, wake up!" It was Mulder.

"Hey, you're supposed to be in bed-"

"No time. I know where Avery is."

"What? Mulder, this has got to be one of your weirdest things yet. How on earth can you know where she is? No one knows."

"Well, actually, I don't know for sure, but I've got a pretty good idea. We need to wake Ro."

"Don't bother. Y'all 're noisy enough to wake the dead, and they've learned to sleep pretty heavy 'round here. What's this 'bout Avery?" Ro asked.

"Mulder says he knows where she is."

"Not exactly, but pretty close." Mulder and Scully watched as a grin spread across Ro's face.

"Let's go." She said.

A half-hour later, the three unlikely companions were in Ro's truck, on their way to the Shiredon residence.

"And why do y'all think Avery's here? We searched the area pretty thoroughly." Ro asked skeptically.

"A few things made sense. Avery knew too much about the tree in her dream. She would have to be around that tree a lot to know those things about it." Mulder explained. He had decided to forgo the wheelchair in favor of time.

"So it makes sense that she would be in a spot where she knew best." Scully finished, almost reading her partner's thoughts.

"Exactly. But her dream was almost literal. I guessed she would be in a literal place." Mulder said. The truck stopped in front of the house. It was a tiny, dirty little rent house in poor condition and was in desperate need of a new coat of paint. A large yew tree was in front of the house. This tree was missing almost all of its leaves, and looked pretty dead. It was identical to the one in Avery's dream.

"Here!" Mulder shouted, dashing out of the car.

"Mulder, we need a warrant to search here..." Scully warned.

"Don't worry. The bank repossessed the place after Avery's pop refused to pay the rent. We have free reign." Ro said, hurriedly. Mulder was on his hands and knees on the ground around the tree.

"Hey, check this out. I'll bet the ground was dug up around here. This grass is doing too well." Mulder was right. The surrounding grass was brown or light green and dying. The bright green grass was a grave shape, and stuck out in sharp contrast. Mulder pulled at the grass, and it lifted easily, like a carpet. Pulling the grass away, he revealed a recently dug area of ground. "Ro, quick grab the shovel."

"Way ahead of ya there." Ro said, already holding the shovel. She began to dig. Suddenly, she hit something solid. She dug around it, revealing a long, coffin shaped box. Mulder and Scully pulled off the lid. Avery lay in the box, barely breathing.

Mulder leaned back in the chair in the waiting room of the hospital. Avery was still in ER and there had been no news yet. He sighed. The two of them had shared a bond. They had never met, and yet this was oddly special. A large black man stood at the door to the waiting room.

"Ro?" He asked. The man was the doctor. He clearly knew the woman well.

"Yeah?" Ro's eyes were filled with hope.

"She wants to see all three of you." He said. Ro smiled, and motioned to the other two agents to follow.

Avery was sitting up in the bed. She gazed at all of them.

"Hi." She said, her distinct accent floating around her words. "I don't think we've met." She said to Scully. The introduction was made, and she turned to Mulder.

"Thank you." She said, softly. "You opened a few things I would never have been able to see." Mulder smiled. Then he hugged her. She was small and soft. He imagined this was how his sister would have been.

Mulder sat at his desk in the basement of the Hoover Building. He sighed as he finished the report needed for the case. Scully looked over at him.

"What was it like?" She asked.

"What?"

"The connection."

"Imagine having a bond with someone special, but you don't know how special. Like being able to peek into that person's future. You get to be a part of a very special life." Scully smiled to think about her partner's brush with the special girl that Avery Shiredon was. Then she went back to work.

The year is 2024. It is the presidential elections. The first woman president is about to be inaugurated. A young reporter approaches her. Mrs. President is drawn to this one. She looks at her.

"President Kylen, is it true you had a bit of a bad streak as a teen?" the young woman asks.

"Yes, it is." The President replies.

"So how did you change?"

"Well, it started with these dreams where an FBI agent was helping me out of a very odd place..." President Avery Shiredon Kylen says, and she remembered the face of an agent she never saw again, and never forgot.

THE END

A/N:Okay, kinda dumb, and the ending came from this place in my brain similar to heaven-only-knows, but please review anyway. I don't get better without some constructive criticism.