From: MsChatKat@aol.com Date: Wed, 3 Nov 1999 16:13:57 EST Subject: Fanic Submission Source: direct Title: Its Me Author: Nikki aka NiksAlien Category: V Rating: PG Summary: Just another f/f written at the dead of night Authors Note: Many of my fanfictions are written at late hours, so they may be a little incoherent. And this is defitnaly one of my early ones so its not that great. But that's okay right? Kewl. As always, I love feedback- LilSweets2@aol.com And of course, these characters are SO not mine. Dedication: To Sarah, a shipper in a noro world And away we go... Former Special Agent Dana Scully lay in her bed listening to the raindrops pounding on her roof. Insomnia and herself had become quite well aquatinted over the past year. At year. she thought. A year since her walls had come crashing down, breaking the sturdy environment she had relied on for so long. And as so many other nights, Scully allowed herself to slip back in time once again. It had started out as a normal case. Or as 'normal' as any X File could be. Scully and her partner, Fox Mulder had gotten an order to travel out to Avon, MA to try and locate who was responsible for the deaths of doctors at the nearby hospital. The drainage of blood (the obvious cause of death) had been done by neither human nor animal, Scullys years of training ad taught her that. Of course Mulder immediately blamed extraterrestrials, while Scully searched for a more reasonable explanation. After posing as a doctor working at the hospital for almost two weeks, Scully had found nothing unusual, and the case was deemed unsolved. However, before the flight home Mulder claimed to have found some new evidence concerning the case, evidence that could answer long sought answers. When going to meet Mulder at the clinic, Scully had been kidnapped by a pair of burly men. How clearly she remembered the moment! Their rough hands, shoving her into and unmarked car, being threatened with her own gun. And the complete and utter horror as the car slid over the edge of the bridge, sparing only Scully's life. Scully thought distastefully, glancing wryly at the wheelchair that stood next to the bed. Her spinal cord had been severed, losing all mobility below the waist the horrible aftermath. And Mulder, in his typical fashion, had blamed himself. Scully, very upset about her forced resignation, ran away from DC and the FBI. She hated herself for it. She would never blame Mulder, it was he who showed her how to be passionate in life, among other things. For Scully, though stubborn, never really went after things with such vengeance as Mulder. After working with him, she became more passionate about everything: work, hate...and love. Looking at the clock, Scully noticed the time. 11:21. How appropriate for her actions. Picking up the phone she dialed the number of a cell phone so familiar it was forever embedded in her mind, even after all this time. "Mulder," a voice answered. "Mulder, it's me."