Disclaimer: I own nothing. The people you don't recognize from the show are mine, and any resemblance to actual places, people, or events is purely coincidence.
On with the story...
Dana Scully maneuvered through the morning crowd in the hallways of Greenlake High School, silently cursing herself for taking this job; 'What was I thinking, becoming a biology teacher, this is the worst decision I've ever made.' She honestly never considered teaching high school courses as an option, but then again, she had to start somewhere.
Dana had been going to med school and was going to become a doctor; her life was in perfect order, except for the professor she was sleeping with. One night, a man came to her door and told her that he was going to make her life a living hell if she continued med school. Now, this man had been following Dana for a while, he was part of the shadow government, so it was kind of his responsibility to make sure no one who posed a threat to them would be recruited into the FBI. Dana didn't know it, but if she hadn't packed up and moved that week, she would have been offered the job of a lifetime, working with one Fox Mulder to expose the shadow government that had just managed to chase her away.
Of course Dana couldn't move far away, she couldn't afford it, so she just moved to an apartment in the next neighborhood, and dropped out of school. She realized that she had to do something to get a decent job, so she went online and took one of those career tests that give you a list of jobs you'd be good at. The list was long, and most of the jobs looked useless, Dana wanted to make a difference in people's lives, hence med school. Doctor was at the top of the list, but she knew she couldn't do that because of the man who came to her apartment to threaten her. The third or fourth thing on the list caught her eye: Teacher. She quickly scanned the rest of the list and decided none of those jobs were right for her.
One week later she was going to school to get her teaching degree. When this process was over, she began applying to high schools in her area. None of them were hiring new teachers in their science department for a while. Dana went home defeated after calling every high school in the state. She wanted to cry, but she would never allow her self to do that. The next evening, she got a call from Greenlake High School in Washington DC, apparently one of the principals at the schools she had applied to knew a few members of the school board at Greenlake, and had faxed them Dana's application. The man on the other end of the phone offered her a job teaching biology starting next year. Dana moved again to a new apartment in a new state.
Everything had happened so quickly, and now she couldn't believe that she was on her way to her classroom on the first day of school to try to put information into the minds of rowdy teenagers who most likely didn't want to be there. She arrived at her classroom, #332, unlocked the door, went in and turned on the light. The room was nice; of course she had seen it before over the summer when she had put up all her posters that related to bio and filled the display cases with anything she could scrounge up that may help students understand some of the stuff they would have to know.
The schedule here worked in a strange way: there were seven periods divided between A days and B days. First period happened for 45 minutes every day. The rest of the periods were 90 minutes and these were split up between the alternating days. On A days it was second, fourth, and sixth period. On B days it was third, fifth, and seventh periods. Since the days alternated, if Monday was an A day, then Tuesday would be a B day, Wednesday would be an A day, Thursday would be a B day, and Friday would be an A day. Then the following Monday would be a B day and the rest of the week would continue to alternate between the days.
In half an hour, first period would be starting. A few students dropped their bags at various tables in the room and left. Fifteen minutes went by and Dana had gotten everything that she needed ready for class, including writing "Ms. Scully" on the chalkboard. Three girls came in and sat at the front table, right in front of Dana's table. They introduce themselves as Sarah Mulder, Alaria Lawrence, and Aretha Cutler. Dana introduced herself and checked their names off on her attendance list. Then she looked at the girls once more to make sure she knew their names and faces. Sarah was blonde, and somewhat pretty, she was a healthy weight and about the same height as Dana. Alaria had gorgeous long dark brown hair, she was heavier than Sarah, but had a prettier face, and about 4 inches taller. Aretha was a little taller than Sarah, and thinner, she had medium brown hair that was really curly and fell just below her shoulders, she was also somewhat pretty. The girls were talking amongst themselves now, so Dana decided to check the clock. Ten minutes till class. In this time about fifteen more kids came in and none of them bothered introducing themselves.
The first class went by smoothly, as a matter of fact so did the rest of the day. Dana had five classes a study hall and a prep period, these made up the seven periods. Two weeks went by and every day the three girls were there first, and they stayed there until the end of first period. The first quarter was over all too soon, it was time to send report cards home. One of the girls came in looking worried after school on the last day of the first quarter.
"What's wrong Sarah?" Dana asked, she had grown close to Sarah, Alaria, and Aretha over the first part of the year.
"How bad is my grade?" Sarah asked, she was really worried about it. This puzzled Dana, because Sarah had the best grade in the class and she always did more work than she needed to on the assignments and even in class.
"Well that depends on if you think 103 is good or bad." Dana replied with a small smile.
"Are you serious? How did I do that well?" Sarah asked, obviously unaware that she was the smartest girl Dana had ever met.
"Sarah, listen to me, you are brilliant, when I ask for 75 effort from you, you give me 120, honestly you don't need to work so hard to get an A in my class, do yourself a favor and stop stressing about it." Dana replied, she was really getting the hang of this whole teacher thing.
"I can't, my dad expects so much from me, he went to Oxford and he is really smart, I don't want to let him down." Sarah said; she looked like she was about to cry.
"Hey, lighten up, I'm sure your dad is proud of you, I know I am." Dana said, trying to get Sarah to relax. It seemed to work, the young girl walked over and hugged Dana.
"Thanks" she said quietly and left. Suddenly Dana really wanted to meet Mr. Mulder, she couldn't explain it, but she couldn't wait for parent teacher conferences next week. After about 20 minutes Sarah came back.
"What happened? Did you miss the bus?" Dana asked the flustrated teenager.
"Yeah, I had to go talk to someone, and it took longer than I thought it would. Can I call my Dad?" Sarah asked, motioning toward the phone on the wall behind Dana's desk.
"You could, but I'm leaving in about 5 minutes, I can give you a ride." Dana offered.
"Oh man, would you really?" Sarah asked. It didn't seem to Dana that she really wanted to have to call her father.
"Sure, where do you live?" Dana questioned, hoping she didn't have to go too far out of her way. She was shocked when Sarah said the address of Dana's apartment building.
"Wow." Was all Dana could say.
"Ms. Scully? Is that too far? I can still call…"was all Sarah got out before Dana interrupted.
"No, no it's fine, I live there too."
"Oh, that's awesome, what apartment?" Sarah questioned hoping she wasn't being too nosy, and kind of forgetting that Ms. Scully was her teacher.
"46" Dana answered hoping she wasn't giving too much information to this girl.
"We're practically neighbors, my dad and I live in 42" Sarah said. Then Dana realized that she had been hitting on the man from 42 in the mailroom last week. She blushed, Sarah noticed.
"What's that all about?" the girl asked innocently.
"Ummm" Dana hesitated "I have a date with your dad tonight."
"Oh shit, he was talking about you? He told me this morning that he was having someone over for dinner, and when I asked who he said 'Someone from down the hall' and refused to give me a name." Both of them burst out laughing. Dana gathered her stuff and they left the building. The ride to their apartments was pleasant, and Dana stopped with Sarah at 42.
"I'll see you in a couple of hours." Sarah said as she unlocked her door.
"Hey why don't you come over after you put your stuff down and help me find something to wear, you know your dad better than I do." Dana suggested.
"Sure, I'll be over in a little bit." Sarah replied before disappearing behind the door. Dana went to her door and once inside she kicked off her pumps and went to her closet to find some options for a casual dinner. Not long after she had laid out some clothes, there was a knock at the door.
Dana practically sprinted across her apartment to let Sarah in. Then she led the girl to the bedroom and showed her a few ideas. Sarah pointed to the one that Dana had been leaning towards. It was a knee length dark denim skirt and a lightweight green sweater that really showed off her curves. She went to change, and left Sarah sitting on the bed.
"Wow, that looks amazing on you." Sarah complimented, when Dana came out of the bathroom. "You should wear your hair down though"
"Ok, I will, thanks" Dana said; just then an idea popped into her head and she sat down next to Sarah. "Hey, let's not tell your dad that I'm your teacher, and see how long it takes him to figure it out." She said almost whispering to the girl. Sarah smiled and agreed to this plan.
"See you at 7" Sarah said before showing herself out. She went back to her apartment to make sure her dad looked ok for Ms. Scully, who she realized she had to call by her first name since they were pretending not to know each other. Half an hour later Fox Mulder began to panic. He called his daughter to help him.
"Sarah, can you come here?"
"Sure dad, what's up?" the teenager asked.
"I have that date thing happening in half an hour and I am not ready. Help" the father pleaded with his girl hoping she would understand.
"Okay, I'll clean the apartment and find you something to wear, you finish dinner." Sarah offered, pretending to want to make a good impression. Fox knew he could count on her; Sarah always cleaned up after him and kept the place looking good. She was something special; at 15 she was capable of basically running the household. Ever since her mother had died almost 8 years ago, she had tried to fill her mom's shoes by taking care of everything around the apartment. Of course it wasn't until a few years ago that she could actually be helpful. She was young when it happened and she couldn't work the vacuum very well until she was 11, and she couldn't reach the cabinets to put dishes away until she was 12.
25 minutes later her father was dressed, dinner was almost done, and the apartment was cleaner than it had been in a long time. Sarah set the table for three, and threw together a salad. At 7:05 there was a knock on the door. Sarah disappeared into her room to change out of her school clothes. She put on a short light denim skirt and a maroon long-sleeved shirt that was fairly tight. She heard her dad greeting the woman at the door and calling her to come out and meet his date.
End Part 1
A/N: this is my first fanfic, please review, i need ideas for where to go with this.