Thanks for posting. I'll try and make it more accurate. For Scully, Mulder and for Fiona.

Chapter 5

While the minutes rolled on, it seemed clear that Scully and Fiona had a lot more in common than she thought of. Her chit-chat conversations about life and womanhood seemed to spark up so much girlish ways between the two.

Mulder was searching for the nearest candy machine, hoping that there were Sunflower seeds inside.

Fiona sat steadily upon the bed, gently drawing strokes in her notebook. She would every once in a while look up at Scully and smile sweetly.

Fiona looked up from her notebook and met her eyes with Scully.

"Stay still," Fiona told Scully sweetly.

Alas, Fiona was drawing Scully. A small picture of the sweet Scully we see in every episode. Scully was flattered and yet, curious why Fiona loved to draw so much. So, she decided to start up a conversation about it.

"Fiona?" Scully asked.

Fiona looked up. "Yes?"

"Have you ever seen the movie 'Titanic'?"

Fiona's eyes looked as if she were a child at Christmas. A smile appeared on her face, and with much excitement, she nodded.

"Oh yes," She said happily. "I love the romantic drama that has our two stars tied to each other's hearts. Oh, how I love Rose and her beautiful knowledge of the world and everyone in it. And Jack's perception about color and his wonder artistic ability. I just pity the death of Jack and how his death left Rose alone in the coldness of the night. I do love the fact that it won several Oscars for Best Picture, Best Supporting Actor and Actress and Best Director. They truly deserved it...Why do you ask?"

By now, Scully's mouth was a bit open to Fiona's response. She wasn't expecting a whole statement, regarding the movie. All she expected was either a 'yes' or a 'no'. She wasn't keeping in mind that Fiona was no ordinary teenager.

"Well, um..." Scully cleared her throat. "I was just noticing your drawing and you seem to draw just like Jack does."

Fiona blushed. "You are one of the many kind, Scully."

"I'm serious," Scully told her. "You do draw exactly like Jack did in the movie."

"Except I draw the line when it comes to drawing nude women," Fiona joked.

Scully giggled. "True. Jack did have some male hormones in him that night."

"I guess so. However, he is just a character," Fiona pointed out, raising an index finger. "I am very much real. You see, my Mom was a great fan of that movie. And I remember her telling me 'Come on, Fiona, come watch it with me. I need to cry on someone and your father isn't much of the romantic tragedies.' I would sigh and agree. But I would entertain myself by drawing part of the movie. My Mom thought I was insane. She thought I was crazy to just sit there, and draw scene after scene."

"You drew part of the movie?" Scully asked, puzzled. "How were you able to do that?"

Fiona sighed. "You see, Scully, artists need only one picture frame of anything. Whether it be a flower or a running horse. All we need is one frame and we are able to draw it. Even if the frame is on our minds, it still is a picture and we can still draw it. But that is not called drawing, it is called Creativity."

Scully nodded, somewhat understanding. Perhaps it takes a true artist to understand the concept of drawing. But Fiona could help Scully with all the details.

"So, Fiona," Scully started up another conversation. "Where do you go to school?"

Fiona tilted her head downward in sadness. She felt so alone. "I, um...I was home schooled."

Before Scully could respond, Dr. Roscoe opened the door and allowed himself in. He shut the door behind him and walked over to Fiona.

"Hello, Fiona," He said cheery.

"Hello, Doctor," Fiona replied politely. "How am I?"

"Well, we ran a complete EKG, did some extending work-up and we have found that despite the few burns on your leg, you are in perfect health."

Fiona breathed a good sigh of relief. "I am glad."

"You should be," Dr. Roscoe rolled his eyes, slowly opening the door to leave "You survived a two-story fire and yet, you still get to leave today."

With that, he left leaving the room to the girls again. His departure also brought up another tough subject. Silence flooded the room, leaving awkward pauses in every corner.

"Okay, Fiona," Scully sighed, gently laid back a little on the bed. "I'm not going to lie to you."

"I would prefer it if you didn't," Fiona smiled and joked softly.

Scully softly giggled and smiled. "I won't. Trust me. But I need to tell you something. I have had no experience raising a teenager for a few days. I've never raised one at all. So, please forgive me if I don't do the right 'Motherly' things."

Fiona nodded. "I would never hold it against you, Scully. I do understand the position you are in. I will never hold it against you."

Scully sighed softly to herself. No need to impress anyone with false actions. "Good. I'm happy about that. Now, since you are allowed to leave in a bit, I thought that I'd take you shopping. I know I'm not the best person to shop with. But, you do need new clothes and I'll even let you pick it out. What do you say?"

Fiona was just too sweet to not accept that request from Scully. Even thought Fiona had only known Scully for about 6 hours, she did save Fiona's life. And if trust could count, that certainly counted a lot in Fiona's book.

"I would like that," Fiona smiled. "As long as you do not force me into anything not my style or fashion."

Scully laughed. "You won't have to worry about that, Fiona. I promise."

The door opened once more. Scully and Fiona turned their heads to find Mulder with a sad look upon his face.

"No Sunflower seeds?" Asked Scully.

Mulder sighed. "The candy machine took my money."

"Sorry to hear that," Fiona replied sadly.

Before Mulder shut the door behind him, a voice from the lobby cheered happily.

"Cool!" The female voice said happily. "Free Sunflower seeds!"

Mulder cocked his head around in surprise. Those were his! And he wasn't going to let anyone steal them from him!

"Hey! Those are mine!" Mulder cried down the hall. He looked back at Scully and Fiona, in somewhat of a rushed look. "I'll be back in a sec, Scully."

Mulder rushed out, letting the door slam behind him. Scully and Fiona seemed puzzled, but broke the puzzlement with a bit of laughter. It was just cute to see Mulder upset about his beloved Sunflower seeds. Maybe it's a girl thing.

The night had grown black velvet fur atop the once Sapphire blue sky. The world silenced in a deep slumber as Orion and its belt came out to light up the darkened sky.

Scully and Fiona were shopping peacefully alongside one another. Scully did agree to allow Fiona to shop her own style of clothing, but she couldn't help but recommend an outfit. Fiona would sigh with a smile and tell her 'Did you not say I could shop as I please?' Scully hated her promise, but like the law, obeyed it. But hey, there is always SOME way around the law at times. Right?

Fiona searched through the rack of clothing quietly. While Scully searched through the rack next to her, humming a song.

"Okay, you're going to hate me," Scully told Fiona, who looked up at the sound of her voice. "You'll need a nice outfit. It's not that I don't trust you, but I figure it would be nice if you had a good outfit for school or something else."

"What is it that you had in mind?" Fiona asked, slowly approaching her.

"Well," Scully hesitated for a second. "Tell me what you think."

Scully pulled the outfit from the rack. A long sleeved, navy blue blazer with a silky white shirt in the middle. And a short navy blue skirt hung from below. In a way, it looked like one of Scully's outfits.

Scully smiled in an attempt of success. Fiona just stood, studying the outfit.

"This looks as if it were one of your F.B.I outfits," Fiona noticed, blowing Scully's cover. "Is it?"

"Yeah, yeah, it is," Scully sighed in defeat. "But I really think it would look cute on you. It looks about your size. Although I'm not sure of the skirt. I hate to ask, but wha-"

"-I am a size three," Fiona replied before Scully could finish.

Scully threw her a puzzled look. "You're only a size three?"

Fiona nodded. "Yes. But it is not of any importance. It is not as if I were a size zero or even a one. Size three is perfect for me."

Scully checked the tag. "And it is...size four. Eh, close enough. This outfit is looking a bit dry."

She looked up at Fiona. "It looks like you may need some jewelry with it."

Fiona smiled widely. "Really?"

"Yeah," Scully smiled. "Go crazy. It'll be my treat for all the pain you're going through."

Fiona jumped happily and ran off to the other side of the store. Scully found some other outfits for her days off that she could just relax in. And so, a few more minutes of shopping before meeting up with Fiona.

Fiona stared at the necklaces with much hope and faith. She smiled like a homeless child finding a new pair of shoes. It was truly a gift.

Scully caught up to Fiona. She watched Fiona stare with much anticipation. It inspired Scully a little bit. Although she didn't understand why.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Scully said over Fiona's shoulder.

Fiona jerked back in surprise. Fiona met her black eyes with Scully and held up a gold necklace.

"This," She said. "This I am looking at."

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get it."

"Um," Fiona hesitated. "I hate to be the bother, but if I could, may I get two more necklaces?"

"Three necklaces?" Scully asked confused. "Why three?"

Fiona sighed, but smiled. "In my beliefs, it had been well advised by my mind that the necklace is a symbol. The necklace is the symbol of the connection that man still seeks to find. A necklace is gently wrapped around the neck. The neck. The key to the mind and heart. For I believe that the necklace is a conductor of knowledge and beauty. Because the neck connects the mind to the heart and vise-verse. These things we need for a better life. And I believe that a necklace helps with that transformation. The necklace is used for this constantly, but no one wants to know why. It is the connection of all great things in our bodies in one single form. Which is why many wear a cross around their neck. As you do. For it is close to our hearts. That we love him with each passing day. And by our brains. That we acknowledge his surrender for all of man kind. Our savior indeed. So, wearing more than one necklace symbolizes power and love for the inner part and for strength of the outside. Theses things I do and say have affected me in many ways. My traditions have been pitied, but I have no need to hide them in the shadows. I believe in the holy cross. I believe in the spirit of the necklace. And I believe that wearing more than one will protect your mind and heart. That their connection never breaks. And if a necklace breaks, that one of the others that you wear will take it is place for the time being. Perhaps it is just a foolish traditions. All I know is, they are mine and forever will be."

Scully, taken away by every word spoken, left her mouth open in shock. She never heard such a wonder speech about something most people take for granted. She wore that gold cross for a long time but never stopped to think what it really did mean. Fiona stunned Scully in every way, shape and form.

Fiona just smiled to herself and to Scully. Like a good little girl, she waited for Scully's reply.

"I...I," Scully said stunned. "Uh...sure, Fiona. You can take a couple more necklaces..."

Fiona cried happily and began to search through the spinning rack of necklaces and earrings. Scully couldn't figure out why Fiona was so bright. So smart and lovely. Little did she know, she was about to find out.