Thanks so much for your comments. I apologize for the delay. Normally, I would be writing one chapter per week. However, due to High School and my social life, Can't Fight The Moonlight has been on hiatus for a while. But now, I am back and I'm ready to continue my passion. Here we go!
Chapter 6
To much surprise, it appeared in Scully's eyes that Fiona was no normal girl. Her way of life and the way her knowledge of it seemed rather surprising in Scully's mind.
Little did she know, she was going to find out.
The dusk was out, and the Moon laid softly on its shoulder. A full Moon, with a glowing white tickled the Stars and its fellow Comets.
Scully led Fiona out of the department store, 10 minutes later. They walked side by side. Like family. Scully held her bags as Fiona held hers. Neither said a word.
The sound of Scully's heals clicked softly upon the just waxed floor. It clicked in rhythm. Fiona took notice to such clicking, and her mind began to travel away.
The clicked noise began as a flowing rhythm in her mind, ears and heart. It was so close to her heart. For her mind knew the truth, her secret that was kept hidden lied deep within the clicking sound.
She smiled softly to herself, but never showed it to the public.
Scully opened the door and allowed Fiona to walk through first.
"Thank you," Fiona said politely.
Scully nodded and followed her, letting the door shut softly.
The cold April night rushed in the soft wind. Both Fiona and Scully's hair softly swung in the breeze. Standing side by side again, they slowly made their way to the car.
Scully wanted to talk to Fiona. But what could she say? In addition, with all the crazy things she has been saying. What if she says something mean and cruel? How will Fiona open up to her then? With Fiona's tragedy changing her life, how can Fiona get over her family's death when she is being treated badly?
Scully unlocked the car on both sides. Fiona opened the door and placed her bags in the back. Scully did the same. They both sat in the front. They shut the door in unison, which seemed to make Scully smile for some reason whatsoever.
Scully turned on the ignition and began to back up. Every occasionally, her head would turn to Fiona and glanced for a second. And every image was the same.
Fiona's head was turned to the window. Her fingertips gently brushed the bottom of the glass. Her dark, black eyes looking out with some type of hope. In either case, Scully would brush it right off.
She turned the car down the main road. Every 10 seconds, she would glance over at Fiona. Curiosity never seemed so true to Scully. Because that was what Scully was when she watched Fiona. Curious.
No reason why. Or perhaps it is because she has no reason why. And that learning more, is knowing more.
Scully was eager now. She really wanted to talk to Fiona. Start a connection. Like a friendship. Being a FBI agent, she barely had any friends. Those who stood by her stand by her no longer. And those who do, barely hear from her.
Fiona watched the scenery flash in a second. Her eyes memorized each moment that was soon to be drawn in her notebook.
Scully slowed down at the yellow light. A perfect chance to start something up. But what were the odds of something bad to happen? Only Fiona knew.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Asked Scully with a smile.
"Life," Fiona replied. She then turned away to face Scully. "And everything around it."
"So how is it?" Scully sighed.
"Interesting."
"Oh yeah? How?"
Fiona sighed. "Because, life is interesting. Of all the greatest joys that surround it, neither I nor the rest of mankind could ask for anything more than this."
"Uh-huh," Scully nodded, pretending to understand all of it.
"You seem to drift away," Fiona pointed out to her. "For instance, you pretend to focus on the topic when you do not seem to understand."
"I'm listening," Scully replied, somewhat defensively.
"Then explain my point to me."
"You're talking about life."
"No," Fiona giggled. "I was explaining life AROUND life."
"I see," She replied, trying to sound confusing.
"No you do not," Fiona smiled. "You try, but my wisdom of life is confusing to you."
"Yeah, but that's no surprise," Scully rolled her eyes. She then covered her mouth in shame. Her face blushed softly.
"Sorry," Scully smiled nervously.
Fiona laughed. "No need to apologize. I like the people who will speak their minds whenever necessary."
Scully was no longer ashamed and nervous. Instead of the blushing, her lips curled into a smile.
The light turned green. Scully hit the gas pedal and the two girls were off again. A pause of silence occurred when neither had anything to say.
It felt awkward and uncomfortable. Scully always had a thing for awkward silences. Normally, she had Mulder to talk to. Fiona however, being an only child, was use to being alone.
Scully turned to Fiona with a smile. "You like Music?"
"May I remind you that I am a teenager," Fiona grinned. "All teenagers with ears of hearing love Music."
"Go ahead, turn it on," Scully nodded at the Radio.
Fiona grinned even wider. She then leaned in and twisted the knob. The music was softly turning off, while the DJ's voice hovered over it.
"That was James Taylor, with his hit single 'Fire and Rain,'" The DJ announced over the air. "Yes, it's a lovely song. Sadly, that song was based on Taylor's life. His girlfriend Susan was killed in a plane crash the day before, and he did receive the news that mourning. Where, he did write that song for her...Hey, stay tuned for the next half hour, where we will play all your favorites from the 70's, 80's, 90's and today's hits. We've got Jon Bon Jovi, Aerosmith and Mandy Moore coming up next. But now, here's Destiny's Child."
The song was played instantly. The tune flowed peacefully. It was then and only then that Fiona recognized the song. It was her song. At that moment in history, that song was meant for her. And that, Fiona knew. The words played softly in Fiona's ears.
Now that your outta my life, I'm better
You thought I'd be weak without ya, but I'm stronger
Scully rolled her eyes to the song. Truth be told, she was not at all 'in' with today's pop music. And like a reflex, she motioned her hand to turn it off. However, Fiona stopped her.
"Wait!" Fiona said quickly, causing Scully to jump. "Could you possibly leave this song on? This song is my song."
"How is this your song?" Scully asked, curious.
"Listen," Fiona instructed.
I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up
I'm not gon' stop, I'm gon' work harder,
I'm a survivor, I'm gonna make it,
I will survive, keep on survivin'.
"See?" Fiona asked, with much hope. "It is my song. For I am a survivor, I am going to make it. I will survive and I will keep on surviving."
Scully seemed so connected at that point. Her heart felt the love that Fiona shared. Also, the pain that she kept to herself. To be the only survivor and to not look upon it. That takes real courage.
Scully pulled the car over to the side of the curb. She opened up the door as did Fiona. Fiona was lost, and so, had no clue where to go. The two of them grabbed their bags and grasped them in their hands. Fiona followed Scully quietly, not saying a word.
They traveled up to Scully's apartment. Along the way there, Fiona smiled to herself. In Fiona's mind, an apartment was just perfect for Scully. For a girl with a many long hours of work, ye has no time to worry about the walls that stand.
Scully turned the key and softly opened the door. The darkness of the room seemed peaceful and cozy. However, Scully couldn't see it that way.
Scully flicked on the switch, and like a tree at Christmas, the entire room lit up in a flash. Both girls dropped their bags at the door.
"Well," Scully said aloud, trying to sound enthusiastic. "This is my apartment."
Fiona took her studies to the test and looked around the room. Her hands behind her back and her head held high. All the accommodations seemed so much in tune with Scully's personality.
"You have a very nice apartment," Fiona complemented.
"Oh, thanks," Scully smiled, closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry to say I don't have an extra bedroom. All I have is a couch, and I am sorry for that."
Fiona turned to her, staring in her eyes. "I do not mind at all, Scully. I have slept on the couch many, many times before and not once has it bothered me."
Scully gave a good sigh of relief. Her muscles and her mind eased up. Perhaps taking care of Fiona wasn't going to be hard. That is, if Fiona stays true to her word...Which she most likely will.
Countless hours of top-notch entertainment was on schedule for the first night. Of course, it was the only thing that both Fiona and Scully could enjoy together...Or is it?
There sat Fiona, to the right side of the couch, enjoying the images that the T.V had to offer. And to her left sat Scully, quiet and comfortable.
The T.V played the hit T.V show 'Will and Grace'. Fiona was a fan and enjoyed the drama that the show brought into her life.
Scully, however, was always too busy for T.V. Hence, never had time to watch any television shows that were featured.
Because Scully's life WAS a television show. (Literally!) Her Co-star was Mulder and the plot was the X-files.
Everyday, she would wake up to the sun and wonder what this new day held for her. Everyday was different. What new case of a deadly virus would she find? Or what type of psychic would tell her about her oncoming future with life? In either case, it was something worth taking a long look at.
A commercial played upon the T.V screen. At the point, Fiona popped Scully with an interesting question.
"Scully?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why do you not look at life?"
Scully threw her a look. "What?"
"Why do you not look at life?" Fiona repeated.
"What are you talking about?"
"In the car, you seemed confused by my explanation about life and the world around it," Fiona explained. "It is clear to me that you obviously never take the time to look around and notice all the joys that the Lord has brought us."
Scully sighed in her defense. "I never have time."
Fiona could help but giggle. Actually, it was a bit more than just a giggle. It was laughter. Complete and utter laughter. This brought Scully to even more confusion. By much notice, you could tell that Fiona could stop laughing at this. However, she did at one point.
"What's so funny?" Scully asked.
"You...That response," Fiona giggled. "To not have time, it is just...funny."
"What? I don't have time."
"But that is it!" Fiona cried, with a giggle. "Life IS time. Life is nothing but the ticking clock that counts our life. Have you not once stopped and look around at your surroundings, and think 'How did I get here?' Surely, you have. With your job and your lifestyle, you do have time to look and think. For at least a moment, you could be thankful that you are alive to see the sunrise in your blue colored eyes."
Scully looked down, touched by her answer. "I've never looked at it that way."
"Of course not," Fiona smiled. "You have placed it in the bottom of your 'life list'. It is not important because it is far too simple for you."
"What do you mean by that?" Asked Scully, a bit offended.
Fiona flashed her black colored eyes. "Although I have only known you for a short amount of time, I can see it in your eyes that you truly go for the gold and never the silver. From what I see, you are very determined, and you never loose your dignity. However, you never stop and THINK about the impossible. That all of life's challenges and explanations could lie in the far-off places. But even still, you are quite determined to fight for the things that you feel inside that are out of reach. You never notice because you always get what you think is so far, when really, it is the closest thing you can grab."
Scully was filled with such shock. Her mouth was slightly dropped, while her eyes were wide with fear. We can't blame her, really. In the equivalent of 11 hours, this young lady knew Scully in and out. Mulder didn't even know Scully that well. Moreover, it comes much surprise to her that a young lady, a teenager as you will, knew Scully as if she knew her for her entire life.
"I...I..." That was all Scully could say.
Fiona giggled. "Scully, you can speak to me."
"To be honest, I'm kind of afraid to."
Fiona laughed. "That comes no surprise to me."
Scully was indeed filled with fear. Her mind never believed in psychics, so that conclusion was never in mind.
"Fiona," Scully asked nervously. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure," Replied Fiona.
"How did you get so smart?"
Fiona shook her head with another giggle. "Oh, Scully. Believe me, it was fairly easy. Trust me, when you are home schooled, you tend to reach out for the quiet things. Like a book, for instance. I read a many books in my old house. My Dad had over a thousand books from College. He said I could read some of them. I not only read some of them, I read 950 of his books."
"Wow," Scully breathed. "What kind of books were they?"
"War & Peace, A Tale Of Two Cities, The Scarlet Letter, The Little Prince," Fiona counted. "I cannot recall all of the books, but I remember that those books were rather interesting."
Scully nodded. A deep, silent pause rushed into the room. The only sound was of the television show. Even then, it didn't help.
Fiona let out a small yawn that seemed to be the savior of the day.
"Tired?" Scully asked sweetly.
"Kind of," Fiona replied.
"Well, it is 10 O' Clock. And I do have to be at work in the mourning," Scully clicked her remote off and the T.V went silent. Fiona reached for the blanket that rested beside her.
Scully stood up, so that Fiona could stretch out her legs. Fiona layed her head on the armrest of the couch.
"Are you sure you don't want a pillow?" Scully asked, concerned.
"Yes, I will be fine," Fiona smiled. "Thank you."
Scully returned the smile and sat back down on the couch beside her. Her gently grabbed her hand and felt a warm of youth. Fiona looked into her eyes with much love, just as Scully did her.
"I hope you don't mind staying here for a couple days," Scully said, quite sweetly.
"Me mind? Never," Fiona shook her head. "I owe my life to you, Scully. I will never forget it."
Fiona took Scully's hand in hers, giving her the dominant control. She took it softly and planted a soft, sweet kiss on the smooth part of it. It was in her tradition, that though mostly males are to do that, her father had told her that anyone who saves you from any evil must be kissed softly upon the hand. And in her father's honor, she did.
It brought a small smile to Scully as she gently took her hand back. Fiona returned the smile.
"Goodnight, Scully," Fiona said sweetly.
Scully stood up. "Goodnight, Fiona."
Scully turned to the lamp and turned it off. The light faded quickly leaving only ghost shadows to play. Scully then, turned and continued her way to bed.
In the strangest of ways, Scully couldn't help but softly giggle. She had never been so touched and frightened at the same time. And this she knew, Fiona's stay was going to get interesting.
Fiona smiled after her. She then shut her eyes softly with that smile, and slowly drifted off to sleep.