From: "DKNYScully" Date: Saturday, May 13, 2000 11:10 AM Subject: NEW: The Call Title: The Call Author: DKNYScully Classification: MSR,UST Rating: PG-13..... Distribution: Seeing as how it's relatively short,archive anywhere. Just ask my permission first! :) Disclaimer: The characters or Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are the sole property of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions,and 20th Century Fox! *sniff* Summary: A disturbing phone call about his partner sends Mulder on a personal chase for a personal truth... Author notes: The following is basically a part of a story I had writted a few months back. I loved these parts..they were my favorite overall..but I couldn't find a way to tie them all together. So here it is! Enjoy! Feedback: Email me at DKNYScully @aol.com! I crave critiscm,constructive and otherwise! ;) 2:42 PM Mulder's Apartment The rain was coming down in torrents outside his window. Mulder shut his blind,and continued typing. The phone rang. "Mulder," he said. "Fox Mulder?" a voice said from the other line. "Speaking," he told them. "Hello,Fox. This is the Georgetown National Hospital. We have something we need to show a recent patient who just checked out a few days ago. A Dana Scully?" "Go on." "You were the person she listed as a contact in case we couldn't get through to her. We tried calling both numbers,but she hasn't answered. Do you mind coming down to identify something?" "Sure," he said,puzzled. "I'll be there in a second." "Thank you," the voice said. 2:03 PM She sat at the Nature's Table window,sipping her tea and picking at her salad,and non-fat,non-carb chips. People passed by. Things happened. Yet her mind was blank. She was,actually,playing hooky. She didn't call in sick,and she knew she would get hell for this. But she didn't care. There was no way Scully was going back. Absolutely not. There was nothing for her to say. Dressed inconspicuously for D.C. in a pair of jeans,a black ribbed shirt,and her leather trench,she finished her tea,and disposed of it in the garbage.She drew another tissue to her nose. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed someone in line. Mulder? He turned around,and grinned. "I thought you might be here." She averted her gaze from his eyes. "Really? " A simple thing to do. Answer with a question. As she always did when conversing with Mulder. He slammed a beige folder on the table. "Can we talk?" "There's nothing to say,Mulder." She sniffed,and pressed the tissue closer to her nose. His grin turned serious. "Please." She sighed. He paid for a coke and a packet of sunflower seeds,and followed her to the table. "What's going on?" That wasn't what she had been expecting. "I told you,Mulder. I have absolutely no idea. " She wasn't a good liar. And he knew it. "Bullshit," he said,almost screaming the word. "Tell me exactly what happened." "I can't," she said,her voice shaking. "Why not? I know there's something you're not telling me." She said nothing,and looked out the window. Taxis angrily blared their horns. People strolled and led their children carefully by the hand. She drifted back to Mulder,who was waiting intently for her to answer him. Like he always did in the past. She could trust him. She had to tell him. "For godsake,Scully,would you mind putting down that damn Kleenex?" "It's happening again," she whispered. "What?" Mulder frowned. Scully bit her lip. He had to understand. Slow realization,and then- Scully sat in silence. He let out a sigh,first is bewilderment,then anger. "No." Scully looked at him. Howwhatwherewhywhen. Like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. A nonsense word. Howwhatwherewhywhen. ("Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious.") "What?" Scully covered her mouth. She didn't want him to see her cry. But she was so full of anger,so full of emotion.. "What's happening? " She swallowed,and pulled the tissue away from her nose. It was covered in blood. 6:25 PM She was curled up on the couch in a fetal position,and Mulder was leaning back in his chair,his hands to his temples,massaging them. She had told him everything. It was happening again. She had told him how she had noticed it last Thursday. After she had arrived back from the hospital. The implant. That metal son-of-a-bitch that she thought she would never,ever have to face again. Now what? A police car siren came,and went. She had cried,for what seemed like an hour. He had held her. She had fallen asleep in his arms. He ran his fingers through her hair. But there was no way he would ever take advantage of her. They were beyond that. But maybe.... Scully stared out the window. A soft gaze had fallen across her eyes. She felt,vaguely,peaceful. The stillness drove his nerves crazy. Mulder wanted to say something. Something. But what? What would he say? No matter how extreme the situation,right now,he wanted to hold her again. Know that even through all that they had encountered,he would always be there.He also wanted to tell her something. Not drunk,or as overly tired. As himself. And across the room,she knew. Nothing could take that away from her. Feedback: Email me at DKNYScully @aol.com! I crave critiscm,constructive and otherwise! ;)