Chapter 5
NAME: Dana Katherine Scully
D.O.B. 2/23/64
Looking up at her from the papers he was reading, asking her strangely… "these, these are your files," he asks with a look of confusion. Looking back at him, she nods her head and returns her attention to the arm of the sofa, where she begins picking at a little piece of lint. He looks back at the pages and starts reading the files. Past the info, he goes to the next page, which contains a photo of Scully, showing multiple contusions and lacerations to her face, a small patch of maybe 3 or 4 sutures on the left side of her chest, right above her left breast. Turning the page with disbelief, he comes to another photo. This photo shows numerous lacerations on both hands and arms. Close up of her hand, focusing on the top of her wrist, with about a ½ inch cut closed carefully with more sutures, also noticing bruised knuckles on her right hand. Turning the page, thinking to himself, "my God, what happened to her," he comes to the final page, which is another photo. The final photo is one of her from the back, showing about a 5 inch cut from her right shoulder blade, down at an angle toward her left hip with multiple bruises. Looking at the picture, he notices the cut isn't deep enough to require sutures, more like a deep scratch actually, but it will probably still leave a scar. He turns back to the information page, expecting to see a diagnosis/prognosis/treatment sheet, but he comes to more pages of an old x file. Looking at her strangely, he starts reading carefully over the information page again, thinking to himself, "maybe I just overlooked it."
DIAGNOSIS: N/A
PROGNOSIS: N/A
EXPLANATION OF EVENTS: N/A
PHYSICIAN: N/A
ADDITIONAL NOTES: PATIENTS CONFIDENTIAL RECORDS ARE BEING KEPT ON FILE WITH THE PSYCHIATRIST AT THE FBI OFFICE.
Not finding the information he had hoped for, he looks on the backs of the information sheets…nothing. He looks on the back of the photos…nothing. Looking at her again, he notices she is still playing with the piece of lint on the arm of the sofa, he turns his attention back to the file and lifts the x file cast paper up to find yet another photo. This one containing her legs, from the thigh down, multiple bruises and a laceration on her right leg below her knee and one on her left shin. Next page is another X file, one which he is very familiar with, X file #73317, her X file. Flipping quickly through it, for he has read it numerous times and he has it memorized due to his photographic memory. He still finds no more information. Looking at her again, this time a little tired of looking for the answers when she could just explain to him, he asks her quietly, "I still don't understand, Scully…what the hell happened here?" Looking up from the arm of the sofa, she begins with a shaky voice. "Well, when I was working with Jack, um…Agent Willis, at Quantico, we came across this case and Jack and I solved it an caught the murderer. The guy had been put in jail, and he was awaiting trial. Well, during the trial, I testified against him, Jack was going to testify, but since he had admitted to the murders and felt no remorse, it was pretty much an open and shut case. He was sentenced to life, and he was sent back to jail but he somehow managed to escape that night. This was on a Friday night and Jack and I were planning on meeting that night to go away for the weekend. We were both taking our own cars because I was coming home a day earlier. I had packed my stuff the night before, so after the trial all I had to do was throw my things in the car and leave. As I went to put my bags in the back, I leaned over the trunk to put my suitcase in and I blacked out. When I awoke, I looked around to see where I was, and I knew the place, it seemed very familiar, but there was something wrong, I couldn't remember where it was or where I knew it from. I heard a familiar voice and when I turned my head to look, I saw him, and it took a second but it came back to me, it was him… Eric Wilkins. I looked at him and tried to think of something, anything, but my mind was in a fog. I went to reach for my gun when I realized, I had no gun and I was sitting in a kitchen chair with my own handcuffs on my right hand, handcuffed to the chair I was in. My left hand was behind my back and I had a rope tied around my abdomen and woven through the wood in the back of the chair. I tried to think of something to do to try to get myself free, but to no avail. I shook my head in hopes of clearing the fog that hovered over my thoughts, but it didn't work, and that is when he told me that I had been drugged, but that the drugs would wear off in the next half hour or so. To my disappointment, he was right, if it hadn't worn off, maybe I wouldn't have been awake enough to remember, though that didn't help me during the experience with Duane Barry." Interrupting her… "Scully, if this guy was a murderer, how did you get out alive?" Looking at him and then back at her lap, taking the last sip of wine left in her glass, "Jack…he had taken me to Jack's house. I realized it was Jack's place when he dragged me through the living room. That is why it looked familiar, that is where I remembered it from. Jack came home, after going to his mother's to visit her before we left, Jack walked in on him. Jack was surprised and caught off guard, but he still managed to shoot him in the back." Looking at her with another confused look, "Ok, Scully, but you said earlier, you remember something about Duane Barry, why haven't we closed your case then? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell Skinner, or your mother?" Looking at him and looking down again, "because Mulder, I already filed a report on Wilkins, and it was humiliating enough and hard enough on everyone including my mother. I won't put Mom through that again, especially over Duane Barry." Looking at her, "Scully, there is a file you could have closed, don't you want everyone to know that you remember now and we can close your case? Don't you want your mom to know? Don't you want Skinner to know, and what about telling me? Were you not going to tell me? Don't you want all the people that care about you to know that you are ok now, and that you didn't lose your memory after all? Why didn't you just tell me Scully," he asks with a look of hurt in his eyes. Thinking to himself, "I knew she wouldn't trust me, I mean, I wouldn't trust me either, I couldn't save her from Duane Barry…she called for me, nobody else…me, and I couldn't even help her," these thoughts were interrupted by an angry snapping voice. "Because Mulder," she snapped, "Skinner does know, I told him quite a while ago, but he also knows about Wilkins too. I told him that I would not sign papers to close the case, I want it kept under wraps, and I have told you now, can't you be happy with that," she asks, getting up and storming out of the room. She walks down the hall, leaving him sitting on the sofa. He reaches over and picks up the other papers that she laid on the table beside where she was sitting. He starts putting them back into the folder. He notices that two have fallen onto the floor and he reaches down and picks them up. As he glances at them, one being info on Duane Barry and the other being more info on Scully, he starts to put them into the folder. He stops when he notices the last one has Scully's signature on it. He stops, sets the folder down beside him on the sofa and starts reading the page with the signature. He notices it is a police statement.
"Agent Willis and I were planning on taking a weekend trip. I went to my car, where I was abducted by Eric Wilkins. Who then drugged me, and took me to Agent Jack Willis' house where I was beaten and raped and I would have probably been killed, except Jack, um, excuse me, Agent Willis, came home, shot him in the back and threw him onto the floor. Agent Willis then took the handcuff keys from Wilkins, who was lying on the floor unconscious, removed the handcuffs from my left hand, which was handcuffed to the bed and then carried me to the sofa and laid me down there. He then proceeded to call 911 and then a backup unit. He helped me to get dressed into a pair of his jogging pants and a t shirt of his and he helped the EMT's to assist me to the ambulance, while the other agent and other ambulance took Wilkins. He accompanied me in the ambulance to the hospital. I was examined for trace evidence which came back positive and also numerous lab tests were done which all came back normal. Medical reports have been filed at the hospital, though they were to be kept out of public records. A copy has been filed with my therapist and she has given the hospital a copy of her records of our visit as well, which are also to be kept out of the public records."
Looking up from the paper as if he had seen a ghost, he drops the papers on the sofa. He thinks to himself, "that bastard, how could anyone hurt Scully? And why the hell wasn't Willis there earlier? How did she get through that without me? And more importantly, why the hell didn't she tell me before now? Why did she wait for 6 years after our partnership began to tell me this? Does she not trust me? Oh, of course not, Duane Barry, it all comes back to Duane Barry, I should have been home, I should have been waiting for her call, I should have," she starts talking to him, interrupting his thoughts. "Mulder, I am a little tired, I think I am going to call it a night." He looks up at his partner, with tears in his eyes, and he reaches over and picks up the paper and places it on top of the folder and hands it to her. "What is…" realizing what it is, she turns very pale, as if all of her life force has been sucked out of her into the paper itself. She drops the paper and grabs the arm of the sofa to keep from tipping over, due to the light headedness she is feeling. Seeing that she is not doing too well, Mulder grabs her arm and helps her to sit down on the sofa. Looking at her as if his heart has been broken in two, "Scully, why didn't you tell me before now? I could have helped you…why? I understand that you don't trust me after I let you down during the Duane Barry case, but…" Looking at him surprised, but still clearly upset, "What? Mulder, I didn't tell you because I was ashamed, not because I didn't trust you, I do trust you, I trust you more than anyone." Reaching onto the ground and picking up the folder and the statement. Looking down at the statement, she starts to read it as if it is someone else's file. Mulder sits beside her on the arm of the sofa, watching her to see if she is ok, still feeling upset for all she has been through. She stops reading, looks down at the paper and crumples it up into a ball and pelts it across the room. Still looking at her, he notices tears streaming down her face, he rises from the arm of the sofa and sits on the floor in front of her, so he can see her. "Scully, I am here, I will help you through this, I am so sorry." Turning her head away from him so that he cant see how upset she really is, the hurt, anger, rage and true fear that is coming back to her. She uses what little strength she has left to regain control of her emotions for him. After a few minutes of silence, she turns back to him, "Mulder, I think you should go, I had a nice time at dinner, but I am feeling really tired and I would like to get some rest. I will call you tomorrow and we can…" "No Dammit," he says angrily, interrupting her, "you are not doing this, you are not going to relive this again by yourself, I am here to help you. I am your partner and I am your friend and I care deeply about you and I don't want to see you go through this on your own, so either you tell me or I will be forced to tell A.D. Skinner that we have new information on X file #73317 and I will sign it myself. I hate to do this to you Scully, but you know and I know that after talking about cases like this, that sometimes,actually most of the times, the victims relive it and I don't want you to do it alone. I want you to let me be here with you. Please Scully, let me help you, I couldn't help you when you asked me, when you needed me, I wasn't there and now I am and I want to help you." Sitting in silence for a long time, Mulder gets up and walks to the sofa and sits down beside her, waiting for her answer. She looks up at him and drops her head into her hands and starts to cry. Putting his hand on her shoulder, "Scully, I am here," he says, looking at her through his own tears that he knows she is unaware of, or at least he hopes so, he has to be strong for her. She looks up at him and wipes a tear from his cheek, "Mulder, I am tired, I want to go to sleep now," she says. Looking down at the floor, he stands up, he picks up his keys and starts walking to the door. She watches him as he approaches the door, she really wants him to stay, but Mulder cant see her like this. It is not like Scully to show how upset she is, especially around Mulder, she always handles everything better than that. "Ok, Scully, I will go, but please call me if you need me, I will talk to you tomorrow, I will call you when I get home too," he says as he closes the door quietly behind him. She stands up and walks to the door and locks it. She walks back to the sofa and sits down. She starts thinking about the night Duane Barry broke through her window and how she had called for Mulder but he never came, and she started to get scared again. Then the thought of Eric Wilkins came back to her, how no matter how many times she punched him, directly in the face, with all the strength she had left, he would not get off her, how she had called for Jack, just like she did for Mulder, when she needed him to save her from Duane Barry. Walking over and picking up the phone, she dials Mulder's cell phone number. "Mulder," he says, in a shaky voice. "Mulder, I was wondering if…never mind," she says, hanging up the phone. Looking strangely at his cell phone, dialing her number, it rings once and she answers it quickly. She sounds scared, with a fragile little voice, "hello?" "Scully, I am on my way up, I will be there in a minute," he says. With a sigh of relief, "thanks Mulder," she says, and then she hangs up the phone. Standing up, she paces in front of the door for what seems like hours but is really just 5 minutes or so. She then hears a knock and knows that it is Mulder, she peeks out the door and sees him with a bag in his hand. She opens the door and he walks in, sitting his duffel bag on the floor, he closes and locks the door behind him. She looks at the bag strangely, "Mulder, are you traveling?" "No Scully, I just have my workout clothes in the back of the car. I was going to go for a jog after dinner, but after our talk, I didn't really feel like jogging so I decided I could put those on and wash the clothes I am wearing now, if you don't mind, that is," he says with a smile. "Oh, ok…well if you go change, I will put your clothes in to wash, I have to wash some of mine anyway," she says. Looking at her with concern, "will you be ok alone for a minute? I will go change and be right back," he says, walking down the hall to her bedroom. It only takes him a couple of minutes but it seems a lot longer to Scully. He comes down the hall in a pair of jogging shorts and no shirt with a heap of clothes in his hand. "Where do I put these?" he asks. Standing up and taking the clothes from him, "I will go put them in to wash now, be right back," she says, walking off. As she takes his clothes to the laundry, the scent of his cologne permeates the air around the heap of clothing in her hand, she stands and breathes it in for a second with a sigh. The sight of him walking down her hall in his shorts and no shirt, gave her the chills. She puts the clothes in the washing machine and turns it on, then walks back in the living room. Mulder is not in there, so she walks down the hall and notices the bathroom door is shut. She then decides to go to her room to change clothes and put on some shorts and a t shirt herself. Mulder is in the bathroom, splashing some cold water on his face, trying to think of how to handle this situation, with any normal person, it would be no problem. But this is Scully, his partner, he stares at himself in the mirror, as if to get an answer then he slowly opens the door, to see a reflection of Scully's bare back in the mirror. He notices a thin white scar down her back, but barely visible, if you didn't see the photo, you probably wouldn't notice it. Thinking to himself, "wow, her back is really beautiful, I never imagined Scully's back would be so sleek and muscular," he slowly shuts the door back. "Wait, what the hell are you doing Mulder," he thinks to himself, you can't be looking at Scully while she is changing clothes, you are in her house dammit! And after all she has been through, she doesn't need to know her partner is swooning over her back." She finishes putting on her clothes, she walks by the bathroom door, and as she is walking by, Mulder opens the door. Jumping, "Jesus Mulder, you scared me," she continues to walk down the hall to the living room. Though he did scare her, actually a little more than she let on, she didn't let him notice. The thoughts of the past were slowly fading from her memory with every minute, which she was glad of. Though in the back of her mind, they were still lingering, and this meant, she wouldn't sleep…as usual. And with Mulder there for the night, it could make for a long night, what if she had nightmares, she didn't want to keep Mulder awake, and she definitely didn't want to bother him with this shit. Mulder follows her into the living room. "Well, Scully, let me clean up the kitchen for you, I mean, you did cook for me and do my laundry, it is the least I can do," he says, as he starts to put the dishes in the dishwasher. "Mulder, you don't have to do that, I will get it," she says. "No, Scully, I want to do it," he says, smiling at her. "So, Scully, are you feeling better, I mean, not that I am here with you? Is there something you want to talk about? Is there something I can help you with or get anything for you? I want to help, but I don't want to be too overbearing or pushy, so if I start getting that way, just…" interrupting him, "I am fine Mulder. Really, though I must warn you, I will probably have nightmares tonight, if you want to leave later, I will understand. I am just glad that you came back for a little longer, my mind was starting to rehash old events and I don't need that right now, you know, once the person starts thinking about it, the whole event resurfaces and things that would be forgotten or put behind, seem to reappear and that is not the outlook I am looking for," she says, watching him while he continues to put dishes in the dishwasher. "Scully, you are talking about yourself as if you were talking about a case we are working on or as if you are referring to a patient. You have to realize, this happened to you, not one of your patients, or friends but YOU, Scully. And I don't know how you dealt with it before but you and I both know that it will take some crying and breaking down to deal with itagain. Once it has resurfaced, you know how hard these things are to deal with and I don't want you to think I will think any less of you for anything you have to do to deal with this thing. I don't understand how anyone could ever want to hurt you, and I am having a hard time dealing with this myself, so I know it is going to be hard for you. I know I have done my share of crying tonight," he says, looking at her with bloodshot eyes, which she didn't notice before. "Mulder, I didn't realize it would affect you this way, I wouldn't have told you had I known it would make you look at me as a victim and make you this upset. I never wanted that, I just wanted to be honest with you about my past and…" interrupting her, "Scully, of course it affects me. I care so much about you and anything that happens to you or has happened to you affects me. The thought of anyone raising a hand to you enrages me, and if I had known this before the case with Willis, I would probably have killed him, and I mean that Scully. I cant control my anger when it comes to people that I care about, and I am sure you know this by now, but I had no idea about any of this before, I am not sure you would have been able to save Willis from me," he says, looking down at the dishwasher, trying to hide the hatred and anger in his eyes. "Mulder, don't blame Jack, he saved me from Wilkins, I probably would have been dead right now if it weren't for Jack coming home." "Oh yeah, well what the fuck took him so goddamned long Scully," he yells, slamming the dishwasher door shut. "Mulder, don't do this, I need you to not be angry or upset now, this is a healing period for me, for us…and I need you to understand that." Looking ashamed, "I am sorry Scully, I didn't mean to upset you or scare you in any way, if I did, I just…" interrupting him, "Mulder, I could never be scared of you, except maybe last Christmas, but all that aside, I trust you more than anyone, I trust you with my life and I know that you would never do anything to jeopardize that trust, Mulder and I am grateful for that. And to tell you the truth, Mulder, I think that one of the reasons that I haven't told you before now is due to the fact that you do get so angry and do have such a problem with you rage, and I didn't want it to affect any of our cases." Looking at her with a look of sadness, "I am sorry Scully, I am so so sorry, I don't know how to handle this or what to do or say to help you, I can say I am sorry but that wont make it any better or make it go away. It has happened and there isn't a damn thing either of us can do about it except try to deal with it and get on with our lives the best way we know how, right?" He turns around and flips the light switch over the sink and walks into the living room and sits down on the sofa. Scully follows and sits down beside him. "Well, Mulder, I really am getting sleepy, I think I will go to bed now, I would like it if you could keep an eye out for me while I am sleeping," she says, looking down as if she shouldn't be asking anything of him. Looking at her and smiling, "of course, where do you want me to sleep," he asks, hoping she isn't taking anything he says offensively. "I have a recliner in my room, if you don't mind sleeping in a chair, that is…but you can sleep on the sofa if you prefer," she says, silently hoping that he will choose the recliner. She really wants to know that he will be in the room if she does wake up and need him. "I will take the recliner," he says. So they check the locks and switch off the lights and they head into the bedroom. She pulls the blankets back and crawls into bed looking so warm and comfy. Mulder looks at the recliner, thinking, "man…what did I agree to?" Walking to the recliner, he switches on the little lamp beside the bed, he then walks over and switches off the overhead light. Smiling at her and leaning over, he kisses her on top of the head, "Sweet dreams Dana," he says. Looking at him, "You too Fox."
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