Sorry for the late update but my computer got a bad virus and I had to wait until it get repaired.

Dana Scully's Apartament

6.30 AM

Dana Scully woke up at the sound of her alarm. Rolling over, a hand reached out to stop the noise. Placing her bare foot on the floor next to her bed the events of the past days came back in a rush. The truth about the woman who claimed to be Samantha, Mulder's disappearance and the worst thing, the moment when Skinner walked inside the Basement Office, informing her about Mulder's car crash. Scully couldn't believe he'd truly gone.

I need a prove it. I can't let it end this way, or I'll believe it never really happened, the thought peppered her mind, I can't pretend that I never knew Fox Mulder. I need to know it's really him, his body in that car. Scully's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

She saw Margaret Scully standing in the door way watching her. 'Good morning, Dana,' she greeted her as she walked to the bed and sat next to her daughter. 'How you feel?'

'Morning to you too, Mom,' Scully greeted her back and gave her a sad smile 'I'm fine, Mom, really,' she assured her mother.

Maggie sighed. She knew her daughter too well, knew Dana was not fine. Calling her out wouldn't change anything. 'I'll make you some breakfast,' Maggie announced and left the bedroom.

Scully rose from the bed and opened the drawer, taking out a dress shirt which had been Mulder's. Hugging the shirt close to her chest before closing her eyes and placing it on the pillow, she walked in the bathroom. Jumping into the shower, Dana refused to accept the tears, telling herself the water fell down her cheeks. Her mind refused to accept the salty taste as evidence.

After she finished the shower, Scully brushed her teeth and hair. She dressed in her daily FBI suit and joined her mother. Maggie placed a plate of bacon and eggs before her. Seeing her daughter sitting in silence, Margaret's heart went out. Taking Dana's hand in hers, she encouraged, 'Dana, I know is hard. You've always been so strong.'

'Mom, I'm fine,' Scully lied.

Suddenly, Scully rose from the table and took her coat.

'Dana, where are you going?' Maggie asked. Her daughter answered with the resounding sound of the front door slamming.

FBI HOOVER BULIDING

8.00 AM

Scully pulled her car into the FBI parking lot and shut off the engine. There's must a way to prove if Mulder's body really burnt in that crash, she thought. Dana Scully entered the building, head held high. People whispered as she walked to the elevator and pushed the button which would take her to A.D. Skinner's office. Whispering about Spooky Mulder and his partner, Scully didn't allow her emotions show.

Keeping a stoic countenance as she entered her boss's office, Kimberley placed a hand on Scully's forearm.

'Agent Scully' she greeted her with a head nod 'AD Skinner was looking forward seeing you,' Kim placed a hand on Scully's forearm 'I'm sorry to hear about Agent Mulder.'

Scully gave a small sigh. 'Thank you,' she smiled sadly remembering all the wonderful moments they had together in the last four years. However by the time Scully returned her attention to Kim, she'd returned to her computer.

'Agent Scully,' Skinner greeted Scully as she opened his office door, 'I told you to take a week off. Why are you here?' he asked her with a questioning look.

'Sir, I need the DNA tests from Mulder's...'she paused and took a deep breath to keep her feelings under control '...remains,' she finished her sentence.

Skinner sighed and rubbed his forehead. 'Agent Scully, Mulder died. I have a hard time to believing it too but you need to face the truth,' he tried to convince her.

'You help me or don't. I'll do it anyway!' she stated and stormed out the office.

9.00 AM

Scully took a lab coat and mask as she entered. Needing to ascertain the skeleton on her autopsy table belonged to Mulder, she took samples of burnt flesh. If this wasn't her partner, Cigarette Smoking Man had a lot to answer for. In Scully's mind, no one else could be involved in this elaborate plot.

After waiting more than three hours, she finally had the results. Taking the western blot , Scully's heart beat faster than ever. The blood in her veins pumped to the rapid rythem of her heart. The lines didn't match. Fox William Mulder's DNA on the left did not match the sample from the individual burnt in the car.

'Thank God,' she prayed silently, taking the DNA tests and filing them safely away.

LONEGUNMEN HEADQUATERS

1.00 PM

The three gunmen's sat at the table eating their lunch, when they heard a knock on the door. Glancing at each other, they wondered who could be calling. Mulder's recent death affected the three of them, leaving them feeling depressed. He'd been their friend. The knock came again, forcing Frohike to shrug and get up from the table.

Looking through the peephole, Frohike said in surprise, 'Agent Scully.'

'Mulder's not dead,' she informed them and passed the DNA tests to Byers.

'What?' they all asked at the same time,

'I ran the DNA on the skeleton found in Mulder's car and the tests shows it's not Mulder's.' Scully explained them.

'If he's not dead then where is he?' Langly asked.

'This is why I'm here,' Scully returned.

'Do you have any idea who wants Mulder dead?' Byers asked.

'Do you want a chronological or alphabetical list,' she paused, eyebrow raised. 'I believe that Mulder was taken by the Cigarette Smoking Man'

The three Gunmen looked at each other and nodded. 'We'll do everything we can to find him.' Frohike assured her.

'Thank you' Scully murmured and walked out the Gunmen's headquarters.

SAMANTHA MULDER APARTAMENT

1.30 PM

Samantha Mulder sat on the living room couch with a book in her lap and a cup of coffee in hand. She raised her head from the book at the loud knocking on her door. Placing the cup and book on the table, she ambled over and peeked out the hole. One very angry red headed tapped her foot on the other side. Opening the door, Scully stormed into her apartment.

'I need your help,' Scully said.

'Sorry?' Samantha closed the door, a perplexed look on her face. (she might know what's going on but Scully only suspects Samantha knows. Make her try to fool Scully.)

'I know that you're not Samantha Mulder,' Scully berated the girl, 'I know about the ElySmith project and I also know Mulder's alive.' Scully finished her sentence standing in front of the other woman, looking directly into her eyes.

'Sit down,' Samantha invited. Scully sat as Samantha walked to the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea.

'So,' Scully impatiently asked.

'You were right when you said I'm not the real Samantha Mulder,' she confessed easily. 'I'm a clone, part of the project. I grew up knowing, one day, I'll be told to contact a man named Fox Mulder. I'm not the only Samantha Mulder clone living this way,' she stopped talking and looked over at Scully who nodded her head in understanding.

'The ElySmith project,' the sigh spoke volumes. 'consists of two parts. Clones are either tested with newly engineered viruses, or made to become carriers. I'm in the second group. Due to our similar DNA, I've been sent to try and infect Fox. This virus effects are nearly identical to the Black Oil with one major difference. Instead of controlling the infected individual, it turns them into a human-alien hybrid.'

'If all of this is true, why are you telling me this?' Scully asked in disbelief.

'Because I'm not like the other clones,' she confessed. 'I've discovered I have feelings. I grew up in a normal family not an institution. My brother, Jeffrey and mother Cassandra, protected me from my father. I'm telling you all this because Fox gained my sympathy. My father constantly tried to take me away from the only people I knew. When I saw how Fox reacted….' Samantha smiled at the last part.

'Thank you,' Scully said and gave her a small, tight smile,

'Take care, Dana,' Samantha spoke quietly. Scully opened the front door and walked out of her apartment.

FIVE DAYS LATER

UNKNOWN LOCATION

Consciousness arrived slowly for Fox Mulder. Opening his eyes, he looked around. Hospital he thought, I'm in hospital. An old man appeared from the corner of the room. A smile covering his face, the man sat on the chair beside Mulder's bed and took his hand in his.

'Who are you?' Mulder asked.

'I'm your…don't you remember me?' the man said with disappointment.

'I'm sorry but I don't,' Mulder announced. 'Who am I? What is my name?'

'Your name is Fox, son. You've had a terrible car accident. I'm afraid you've been unconscious for several days. Fox, we thought we'd lose you too,' the man informed him.

'To lose me too? Did someone else die?' Mulder's brow wrinkled in confusion. It didn't sound correct, but he couldn't remember anything.

'Yes,' the man affirmed with a sigh. 'Your wife and daughter died in the same accident.'

'Oh,' Mulder tried to recall, to picture their faces. Nothing came back. 'What were their names?'

'Diana, your wife's name's Dianna and your daughter, Katherine,' the man said as a pack of Morley cigarettes fell from his pocket.

Mulder face suddenly changed. The slither of a memory flashed across his mind. A shadowy individual obscured by the dark with a cigarette in his mouth. The image caused others, reality returned.

'What's wrong, Fox?' CSM asked.

'Nothing,' he lied quickly. 'I'm just tired.'

'Oh, I'll let you rest. You've been through a lot and this must come as a shock to you,' CSM announced, a sly smile never leaving his face.