From: "Denise" Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1999 00:12:58 -0500 Subject: NEW: Come To Me (1/1) Come To Me (1/1) Author: Denise schoppe@vvm.com Feedback: Love it! Archive: Go for it. Let me know where, and leave my name on it, please. Rating: G MSR Spoilers: Who needs spoilers? Summary: Scully is contacted by someone from her past Authors Notes: Ever notice how most of my stories are spawned from hearing a song? This one is no different. The idea came from the song "Unsigned Letter" by Garth Brooks/Chris Gaines. I took the songs plot and tweaked it to my liking. Hope you like it too. Disclaimer: Not mine, I just borrowed them to entertain myself in Philosophy today. They belong to the big wigs out there in California. Only character I made up off the top of my head is John Fendel. But you prolly would have figured that out. < - - - - - - - > It came on Wednesday, a plain white envelope with her named typed clearly and simply in the center. Dr. Dana Katherine Scully The envelope had been hand delivered to the bureau and had then made its trip through the halls on its way to her. It changed hands often, and its last carrier had been her partner. He entered their office and set it on top of the computer monitor at which she'd been glaring, trying to complete a report. "What's this?" she asked, taking the envelope. She glanced at Mulder curiously. He shrugged as he sat down behind his desk. "How should I know? It was given to me upstairs. I didn't think you'd appreciate me opening it for you." "You didn't get one?" "Should I have?" "I-I don't know. I just thought --" "Why don't you quit speculating and just open it?" She glared at him for a second but she knew he was right. She turned her attention to the envelope and opened it. She slid the contents out and began to inspect it. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what it was -- a one-way, first-class ticket to Boston and a note. The note was written with a black marker and had only three words on it: "Come to me." "Scully? What is it?" Mulder got up and came over to her, crouching down to look up at her. "You're white as a sheet." She looked at Mulder, but couldn't focus on him. The flood of memories that the note had brought clouded her vision. She tried to find her voice, but found it incapacitated as well. Mulder gently took the note and ticket out of her hands. He looked them over, but they meant nothing to him, their affect of Scully, however, did. "Talk to me, Scully." He took her hands in his and turned her chair so he could see her face better. "Do you know who this is from?" She nodded slowly, still mute. "Who?" She looked in his eyes finally. "John Fendel." "You're sure?" "I'd know that handwriting anywhere." Mulder nodded and stood up. He stepped back from her and sat on the edge of his desk facing her. He was curious, but didn't want to push her when she was so clearly upset. She'd always wanted her space when she was upset in this manner -- he assumed it would be no different this time. She sat staring again at the note he'd laid on the table beside the computer. It was a bold note, staking a claim to her. They sat in silence for was felt like hours, though it was only minutes. Scully cleared her throat. She owed Mulder an explanation for how she was acting. "I - uh . . . I guess you could call him my fiancee in a way." Mulder didn't move. He couldn't. He tried to make his face appear open, yet impassive with this information. He wasn't sure if he'd succeeded or not. She turned to look at him. Her voice was stronger now. "We dated in college, everyone said we'd be married one day. Then out of nowhere he decided to enlist. Before I knew it he was shipped off to Germany, or something like that. I'm not sure about that anymore. I do know that the day he left he promised that when he returned he'd marry me." She stopped talking and looked at the note. She took a deep breath. "And I promised I'd be waiting." The silence was heavy in the room. Mulder finally spoke. "What are you going to do?" She shook her head. "Think. I need time to think about everything." He nodded. He leaned forward slightly. "Take your time, Scully. I'll cover for you here if anyone asks." She smiled slightly at him. "Thanks." She grabbed the note, the ticket and her purse and left. The rest of the day and all of the next were agonizingly slow for Mulder. He paced, tossed pencils at the ceiling, drank too much coffee and read over old case files -- specifically the ones in which he and Scully had worked the best together on. He did anything to keep his mind off the fact that Scully wasn't around, and to keep from calling her. He always realized when she was away how much just her presence filled him with peace and security. Scully spent the days reminiscing. She looked at old pictures, read old letters, she even pulled out her old jacket from college. By Thursday afternoon, though, she came to realize what she had known all along. The past held nothing for her. Her present and her future were too entwined and she wasn't going to let three words unravel it all. By the end of the day she'd formulated a plan to ensure that nothing would ever mess up what she already had. Friday morning, Mulder was feeling uneasy, yet hopeful, when he arrived at work. Surely Scully would be back and he couldn't wait to see her. His face and heart fell when he found the office empty. With a sigh he walked to the desk. A post-it note caught his eye. It was stuck on the top file and he hadn't put it there. He moved around the desk to get a better look at it. His face broke into a smile when he read the familiar handwriting he'd missed the past day and a half. It simply said, "Come to me." And he did. Fin. 10/06/1999 < - - - - - - - - > Lyrics to "unsigned letter" http://www.chrisgainesfans.com/Discography/Greatest_Hits/_Unsigned_Letter__- _Lyrics/_unsigned_letter__-_lyrics.html < - - - - - - - - - > More of my fan fiction (and in need of updating): http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Comet/6895/ SCULLY: Did you bother to read it? MULDER: I did. I liked it. --The X-Files: The Pilot