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Chapter 2

The cool crisp night flowed gently in the breeze. The air sat silently, as the house raged on. The flames glowed brighter and brighter as the air swept it more and more.

Mulder and Scully stared for about a second in complete and utter awe. Was this humanly possible? To survive such a terrible fire?

The young girl fell in silence. To Scully's eyes, it was in slow motion. As was her life. The poor girl landed on the grass, falling into a deep sleep. Her dark black hair fell to her side and her eye lids shut, perhaps for the last time.

Scully began to run to her, having Mulder follow her. Scully knelt down beside her, checking all the parts of her body. Mulder bent down over her, looking at the girls body from afar. Scully touched the girl's jaw, moving it to see her neck.

"I need an ambulance!" Scully yelled to the cops, without looking at them.

The two cops snapped out of their world of confusion and began to call 911 on their CB radio.

Scully checked all over this girls' body. Every part was more confusion than the last.

"Oh my God," She said shocked.

"What is it, Scully?" Mulder asked.

"This girl," She replied. "She just went through a fire but with only a few burn marks."

Mulder looked down in confusion. He said nothing and let his partner continue her work. She picked up the girl's wrist and checked for a pulse.

"She's breathing," She said. "But she doesn't have a pulse."

Scully stood up on her knees, hoovering over the girl. She then gently placed her hands above her heart, and began CPR. Her hands moved up and down, trying to bring her heart back to rhythm.

Mulder knelt down beside her and watched, unaware of what to do next. Her beings gently blew in front of her. She flicked it back with her hand, but didn't stop her CPR. Every push, Scully pushed harder, losing hope in the girl and in herself.

"I'm not getting a pulse," She said sadly to her partner.

"Keep trying," He assured her.

"I don't think..." She trailed off. Her mind raced at this girls fate. This girls life lied in Mulder and Scully's hands.

She stopped for a moment, looking sweetly into the girl's face. The girl's face showed no expression. Only of tedium and tiredness. Like a gentle sleeper.

Scully laced her fingers together, over the young girl's heart. Her eyes stared in anger. Mulder could see she was trying as hard as she could. He hated seeing her fail. He knew she would push the life out of this girl, just to get her to breathe and smile once more.

Mulder gently placed his hands on her legs, holding her from bouncing. And with one split second, their paths had changed forever.

The young girl jerked up, causing Scully and Mulder to jerk back. Her eyes shot wide open, her mouth gasped for air. Her body froze. Her eyes stared straight up at the evening sky. Mulder watched her, seeing the incredible. Her eyes made a clicking noise that only Mulder heard. Scully just listened. Her whole life was one big phrase, and this was it.

"What's meant to be cannot be change," She whispered softly, so soft that barely anyone could hear.

Her back began to lay slowly back down on the grass. She gently turned her head to where Mulder and Scully stared in shock. Her dark eyes stared at them, a bit blurry. Her eyes didn't blink.

In the girl's eyes, the flames were shooting behind them. Mulder and Scully watched her. However, she saw something only "Special" people could really see. Her breathing picked up. Her mind raced once she saw her mark upon the Earth. Mulder and Scully's aura turned bright red, only turning brighter every second she watched. The girl's eyes bellowed with fear, only before her eye lids shut for a peaceful night sleep.

With all the beauty in the world. With all the ringing bells on Christmas Eve, no one could believe in a miracle on that night more than Mulder and Scully. This girl's body could handle extreme heat and only walk away with minor burns. It doesn't take another miracle to believe that this girl was one.

The gentle mourning light streamed through the blinds and into the hospital room. The white walls bounced the light from place to place, lighting up the room. Where, the young girl slept peacefully in the hospital bed.

The small blue clock that hung near the door ticked gently. It read 9:03 am. It was then that the young girl opened her foggy and sleepy eyes to the streaming light that waited for her. She laid on her back, her hands gently over her wrists. Her black hair was a but knotty, but nothing too serious.

She sighed to herself. All she wished was to be back in her bed. Her house. Her life. However, dreams sometimes don't make the reality. Or so I'm told.

The big hand struck the twelve when Scully gently opened her door. Scully did her best to be quiet, but once she saw the girl was up, she had no need. Scully shut the door beside her and walked over to the right hand side of the bed. The girl just smiled at Scully. Her eyes looked deep into Scully, seeing Scully's aura.

'It's her,' The girl thought to herself.

"Hi," Scully said politely. "I'm special agent Dana Scully."

"I'm Fiona," The girl said softly, gently holding out her hand.

Scully smiled and shook Fiona's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Fiona."

"Same," She nodded.

"So, how are you feeling?" Scully sighed a bit happily that the girl could speak to her.

"I'm okay," Fiona smiled. "I'd be a lot better if I could be home. However, that could never happen."

"I'm afraid not," Scully told her sadly.

Fiona closed her eyes, trying to remember the night. But one memory she needed to ask. "My parents didn't make it, did they?"

Scully put her head down. "I'm real sorry."

Fiona tried to hold back her tears. "I'm all alone now. I'm the only survivor."

Scully felt a sense of pity for her. She knew what it was like to see someone fade. Scully sat down on the bed beside her, gently holding her hand. She saw the tears in her eyes, and tried to tell her not to hold them back. Let them drop.

"It's okay," Scully assured her. "It's okay."

The door opened again, directing Fiona and Scully's attention. Mulder walked through and shut the door behind him. Fiona gulped, looking at his aura. Two bright red auras in the same room, not good. Or at least, for them.

'Here we go,' Fiona thought to herself.

Scully turned to Fiona. "Fiona, this is my partner, Fox Mulder."

Mulder smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Fiona."

"Likewise, Mr. Mulder," She smiled sweetly.

"You know," Mulder sat down on the bed beside Scully. "You're one lucky girl. To survive a fire like that."

"Thanks," Fiona rolled her eyes. "It was nothing. Nothing that I can do alone...Thank you. Both of you. For saving me. I really appreciate it."

"Anything we could do," Scully smiled at her. "By the way, how old are you?"

"I'm 15," Fiona smiled.

"Oh that sucks," Mulder replied.

Scully cocked her head at him. Mulder gave himself a confused look. Fiona just giggled to herself.

"You're real funny, Mr. Mulder," Fiona commented.

"Uh, please, call me Mulder," He told her nicely.

Mulder glanced at Scully who just stared at him, confused. He just shrugged in utter confusion.

"So tell me," Fiona leaned back with a smile. Her voice brought the two agents back to her attention. "Considering that you two are agents, and I guess that means you work with the F.B.I, correct?"

"Yes, that's true," Scully told her.

"It must be hard. Do you get a lot of respect?"

"Hell, no!" Mulder and Scully replied at the same time. At that second, they both exchanged glances. Both shrugged to each other, while Fiona just giggled.

"You both are very honest," She pointed out.

"We're not usually this way," Scully told her nervously.

Fiona nodded, as if she believed her. But in her mind, she only saw honesty. Because every person who spoke to her, spoke from the heart, not mind.