Chapter One:

Dana Scully steps into the X-files office early that morning, finding Mulder already there, as expected. He is on the phone, seemingly very interested in what he is hearing about. Scully stops and waits for him to get off the phone, knowing that she'll probably be turning around soon anyway.

"Really? And how long have these been happening?"

I wonder what's going on now... she thinks half wonderingly, half bitterly and completely sceptically.

"Oh, really? Okay, we'll be around soon. Thank you for your call."

He hangs up and looks up at Scully, giving her a smile. It is the smile that says he has an X-file and somewhere for them to go. Scully wonders what alien case he has today.

"So- what is it, Mulder? "

"A school downtown has been having some difficulties recently."

She looks sat him with that sceptical expression on her face that Mulder knows too well. "What kind of difficulties, Mulder? Is there a paranormal student at this school?"

She sits down in a chair and puts down her briefcase. Mulder watches the light glint off her red hair and smiles bigger at her. "That's what they want to find out. There have been reports of things flying around the room with no explanation and changes in temperature."

"Anything else?"

Mulder sits back and shrugged. "What do you think, Scully?"

Mulder always wants to know what she's thinking. Why is that? She wonders. Is it so that he can think of different ways to prove her wrong? Which points to shoot at when he's coming up with his theory and the proof behind it? But she couldn't deny how often he was right.

"I think that the change in temperature could either be from a window being open... or a mishap in the air conditioning system. Mulder, are you serious?"

"Yes."

She sighs. "Well then, let's go." She grabs her suitcase and heads toward the door, her hopes of a peaceful day are completely crushed. Now, she and Mulder will be casing after an X-file. Another possible dead end. That's why they are X-files, and Scully knows this too well. But there was no keeping Mulder from the X-files, and she knows that too and to keep him from killing himself or throwing everything away, she has to follow wherever he goes. There would never be any convincing him that extraterrestrials don't exist or that paranormal occurrences weren't the reason for everything. But, Scully had to admit, there was more than she thought. And she had seen shape shifting extraterrestrials- there was no denying it. She stops at the door and turns back to Mulder. "Come on, Mulder. I'm waiting on you now."

He smiles. "One second, Scully."

He stands and turns to the files, digging through them carefully and being sure not to mess anything up in the cabinet. Scully watches, curious and wondering what it is he suspects. When three separate files emerge, she sighs. Mulder catches up and locks the door on the way out.

Mulder is driving. Scully looks through the files, with all her sceptical brilliance. Mulder glances over. "So, what do you think, Scully?"

She looks up. "Telekinesis? Poltergeists? And what's this- it doesn't even seem to have a term."

"Oh- you mean apports? Yeah, it's kind of a fuzzy area of research."

"Fuzzy? Mulder, this is ridiculous! This is the stuff that they use to write horror books."

"Well, it's obviously not warm and fuzzy."

She sighs and begins to ask questions, nothing too far from the usual. "What makes you think that any of these might be part of the investigation?"

"Poltergeists have been known to revolve around people with some kind of emotional turmoil or stress, though sometimes they do seem to happen around completely normal people. These occurrences are happening in a High School where students study day in and day out just to pass their next class. That kind of stress for a student who can't cope with it might conjure a poltergeist."

"Conjure, Mulder?"

He smiles. "Go with it, Scully. Telekinesis can also be developed in such a state, though it can also happen to anyone. Maybe this is a person wants to get back at their teachers or peers."

Her face goes blank as she listens to what more he has to say on the subject, still unsure of what to think. She sighs again and Mulder goes on. "As for apports... well, that's a long shot, I have to admit. But you never know. Things have been known to suddenly appear in a room for no reason at all, though as far as I can tell the flying objects were all things that were already accounted for in the room."

He slows down at the school zone and drives for a minute trying to find a parking spot. Most are filled with junky old second hand cars that students with licenses drive. The school isn't a particularly nice one either, as far as either Scully or Mulder can tell. Once he pulls into a parking spot, Mulder turns off the ignition and they sit for a moment. "Are you ready, Scully?"

She nods and steps out of the car. "Just as long as I don't have to wait on you all day."

She sits in class. The teacher is angry. Squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment, she tries to stop herself from crying with the guilt. She is one of the people that didn't do her homework, but it isn't her fault. Mom had a bad day at work and needed help with the baby. Once dinner was done and both Mom and the baby were in bed, she had tried to do her homework. But the moment she looked down at the questions, she right away decided that she didn't understand. Soon after that, the stress came and she just couldn't comprehend anything that was written on the page. It didn't take long before she gave up and closed the book. Then, she went to bed herself.

Now, the teacher is yelling at all the people who didn't complete their homework last night. She can feel her heart beating faster and the colour rising to her cheeks as a pen rises to the black board and begins to write words in front of the whole class. After a moment, the teacher realises that he isn't being listened to and looks ready to explode at the class. One boy points at the black board. The teacher turns. "Oh my God. Not again..." he whispers.

The message on the board says "Justice will be done."

"Oh, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, how are you?" says the secretary with succinct and practiced politeness.

"We're... fine," says Scully. "Can you direct us to the Administrator who called us this morning?"

She nods. "He's waiting in the second office to the right. Down that hall there," she points.

"Thank you."

They walk calmly, but Scully whispers, "Mulder, are you sure about this?"

He looks at her arrogantly, that expression that makes him who he is. She can see theories going through his head, and for each one he has an explanation. Something beyond what Scully can see, and she knows it too well. "Of course. One classroom where this occurred- had no windows."

She sighs and they continue to walk to the second office on the right. Scully is curious to know what the administrator thinks. He can't possibly suspect poltergeists or telekinesis...she thinks, hoping that it might dissuade Mulder when he hears it. The school was not a place she feels like being and there has to be other, more official work to be done. But she often forgets that little about the X-files is official at all.

Mulder knocks politely on the door and the woman inside looks up. When she sees who is there, she stands politely. "You must be Agents Mulder and Scully," she says. They enter and each shakes hands with the woman. "Please, take a seat. I'm Miss Sylvine Anderson." She crosses the room to close the door and then returns to take her seat across from them. "As you know, we've been having some... problems in some classrooms. Of course, we've dealt with numerous problems before... but this is beyond normal, as I understand is your specialty." She says the last bit with a smile. Mulder nods, keeping his eyes on her. He seems deep in thought. "Do you have any thoughts?" Miss Anderson asks.

"Yes," begins Scully, looking down at the files in her hands. She puts them on the woman's desk and examines the administrator for a moment. She has pretty blue eyes and dark brown hair, which is tied back professionally. "Agent Mulder believes that these cases may be linked to Telekinesis or Poltergeists. There seems to be... evidence of this in these classrooms, although we would like to investigate further to find out."

"Do you mind if I read these?" she asks. Scully looks at Mulder, and he snaps out of the daze he seemed to be in.

"Go ahead... they're unsolved cases about Poltergeists and Telekinesis. Maybe you can give us some insight or thoughts on which may be true in this case?"

Miss Anderson nods and opens the file carefully, looking through and reading. She seems to be taking note of some things, and Scully begins to think that they will be stuck in the school for the rest of the day. No chances of getting real work done, she thinks. Miss Anderson nods and looks up at the two of them. "Well," she begins, "I've never really thought about such things... but I can't deny that there are some troubled kids here who may produce these...poltergeists. Or maybe use telekinesis to get back at the people who had hurt them in some way."

Mulder nods and Scully forces herself not to roll her eyes. But the woman, more or less on a Mulder level, has a point. Just like Carrie, she thinks, and not for the first time. "It is true that some kids with emotion problems may, instead of taking out their anger on the world physically create paranormal entities to deal with the problems but don't know it. In telekinesis..."

"Excuse me, Miss Anderson," Scully cuts in, "would you mind if we sat in on a couple of the classes where these occurrences have been most frequent?" Miss Anderson, for a moment, is bewildered but then nods.

"Of course, Agent Scully. Our second class will be starting soon and there is one class then that has had these... occurrences numerous times. "

"Thank you," says Scully. She stands. "I need to speak to Agent Mulder for a moment."

The woman motions to the door. "Of course, Agent Scully."

Mulder stands and follows his partner, politely nodding to the principal. He closes the door gently and Scully glances around quickly. "I think you're being irresponsible, Mulder," she says.

"How?"

"You can't discuss your theories in front of a person who may or may not be a suspect. Plus, you haven't even discussed them with me yet."

Mulder looks at her curiously for a moment. "Is this another one of those territorial, jealous things again, Scully?" he asks, half serious, half mocking her.

"No!" she retorts quickly. "In any case, we're going to see if we'll get to see one of these paranormal moments when we go to class in a few minutes."

Mulder turns back toward the door of the principal's office. "I hope we get good grades."