Farmington, Utah
Scully / Geller Residence
12:30 P.M.
"What are you doing home now," Richard Geller asked. Since it was twelve-thirty in the afternoon, he did not expect his wife home so soon. Richard was a professor at the local university. He and Scully had been married for five years and had one child - a daughter, named Chelsea Rachael Geller, who was four years old. Since this was the middle of the summer, he was not teaching at the time. Chelsea was home with him
"I have a case that I am working on, so I won't be home at the normal time tonight because the other agents from Washington will not be here until five o'clock, so I came home to see both of you now,"she explained to her husband.
"Mommy!" Chelsea cried. "What are you doing here. I thought you had to work?"
"Well, as I just told Daddy, I do have to work, in fact, I have to work late tonight, so I came home now to see both of you," Scully explained to her daughter. Scully did not conceive Chelsea through natural conception. She and Richard had to go have in-vitro fertilization done in order to have their daughter.
"Why do you have to work late, Mommy?" asked Chelsea. She looked up at her mother from what seemed like miles away. Chelsea was only about three feet tall. She had beautiful, brown, curly hair and blue eyes.
"Because I was given a case, and some of the other people who are working on it can't get here until later tonight," Scully explained. She bent down and picked up her daughter.
"How long are you going to be here for?" her husband asked.
"I can't stay too long, but I can stay for at least an hour, considering they will not need me for anything because we can't do anything until the other agents get here," Scully explained.
Her husband did not ask her about what the case was, he never did. Richard understood that her work was confidential, for the most part, unless it had to do with one of the family members. He never asked who was involved on a case either. Scully had told him this since the day they had met, six years ago.
After being home for about an hour and having lunch with her husband and her daughter, Scully got into her green Honda Civic and drove back to work. Although Scully liked her job, she did not like the fact that she had to spend ample amounts of time away from her family.
Flight 173
Mulder sat on his seat in the plane and began to think. He thought about Scully mostly. It had been six years since he had last seen her, and he wondered how she was. When Scully was reassigned to Utah six years ago, she and Mulder thought it would be best to limit their contact, in hopes that Mulder might be able to continue his investigations into the paranormal; however, that was not the case. This was Mulder's ulterior motive for following the rules that were set by the F.B.I. in hopes that he could start up the x-files again.
Mulder remembered their last moments together before she left. They were at the airport saying goodbye. Scully had decided not to stay in Washington as a doctor because she preferred her job at the F.B.I. Mulder pleaded with her not to go to Salt Lake because he was afraid that he would never see her again. Scully would reply that she had to go in order to go to the next step in her life. This went on for nearly a half an hour. Finally, Scully knew that she had to board her plane, and the next thing Mulder knew, she was gone, and he was on violent crimes.
"Please fasten your seatbelts. The plane is going to be landing," said the stewardess.
"Guess we are here," said Agent Marshall. She smiled at Mulder, but she noticed that he seemed more pre-occupied than usual with something. He seemed to be in a distant world, far from anything that she knew.