The X-Files and all its characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013, Fox
and probably others that I do not know about.  They do not belong
to me.  This story, as were all my others, were written purely for
fun and enjoyment.  No money was made by me.  No copyright
infringement was intended.  I finished this on December 13, 1996.

Rated R for  adult content and some language.

This story takes place while Scully is in jail for Contempt of
Congress at the time of "Tunguska."  It isn't a romance, but I think
"shippers" will enjoy it.



Jail

by

Macspooky



Dana Scully had known fear in her life.  She had been abducted and
tossed in the trunk of a car like so much garbage.  She had been
kidnapped by Donnie Pfaster and had been tied to the dentist chair
from hell with a maniac standing over her whispering kind
platitudes as he had prepared to do a frontal lobotomy on her.  She
had faced down liver eating genetic mutants and deadly green bugs,
but she had never before faced the loss of her freedom in quite the
same way as she experienced when the guard shoved her into that
jail cell and locked the door.  She looked around and felt her
control slipping.  She hadn't done anything.  She was, for God
sakes, a law enforcement officer.  They said she had committed
"Contempt of Congress."  Instead what was happening was that she
was developing a contempt for Congress.  Rather than allowing
herself to cry, Dana bit her lip until it hurt.  Finally she lay down on
the hard lumpy prison cot and stared at the ceiling.  At least, it
seemed, they were keeping her in isolation.  At least she didn't have
to face the other prisoners.  Cops didn't do well in prison.  She had
to assume that the other inmates wouldn't care much for an FBI
agent either.   Dr. Dana Scully....jail bird.  She bit her lip again.  She
would not cry.  



Her father would be so disappointed in her, his youngest daughter,
his Starbuck..keeping information from the U.S. Congress.  No, she
was doing the right thing and she would not let herself cry.  Her
father would never want her to endanger the life of another,
particularly of that other was a good person searching for truth. 
<Face it, Dana, your father would think Mulder was a nut case. 
Yes, but your father would understand that you love him.  No,
Dana, he would think you were crazy for loving him.  Oh, Daddy, if
you can hear me, Mulder is a good man.  I never meant to fall in
love with him.  It just happened and I couldn't live with myself if
testifying caused him to be killed."  She tried to make her mind go
blank and her heart stop pounding,  but she couldn't.  Her thoughts
turned to her partner.


"I'm worried about you, Mulder.  I'm worried about how far you'll
go and I'm worried about how far I can follow you."  The words
Dana had spoken echoed in her head over and over, the words that
her partner had seemed to ignore as though he didn't care whether
she was with him or not.  It would seem that she had decided to
follow him all the way anyway, and she wasn't even certain when
the decision had been made. 


"Where are you, Fox?" her mind demanded.  "Are you dead?  Am I
sitting in this jail cell protecting a dead man?  If you are, does it
really matter whether I am captive or free, dead or alive?"  She
closed her eyes for a moment, "Oh, Daddy," she thought, "I can't
betray him.  I just can't."


Tired of staring at the ceiling she closed her and found her thoughts
turning to Dr. Elizabeth  Morgan.  The authorities had held the
woman in contempt and jailed her for over a year because she had
refused to tell the court the whereabouts of her little girl, a child the
woman feared had been molested by her ex-husband.  It had taken
an act of Congress to finally free her.  But Mulder wasn't a child. 
In theory he could take care of himself.  Dr. Morgan had loved her
little girl dearly.  She loved Mulder.  Dana realized with a
suddenness that made her wince that if he ever came back, she
wanted to spend her life with him.   She loved him every bit as
much as Dr. Morgan had loved little Hillary.   The worst of it was
that she wasn't even certain when it had happened or that the man
thought of her in the same way.  Mulder already had a mate.  Her
name was "quest" or perhaps truth.  There was no room in his life
for someone who could not keep up with him and he would never
settle down with anyone.                     


A single tear slid down her cheek when the memory of the night she
had sat in the car with him on an illegal stakeout.  "Um...Scully, I
um..even asked my parents to call me Mulder."  She supposed she
had been falling in love with him even then.  No, there was no
supposing.  She had in her own way been trying to tell him  that she
loved him that night and he had made it very clear that he had no
time for being loved.  Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound
of a lock turning in the door and she jumped to her feet.  Was she
going to be freed?  Dabbing at her face quickly she looked up
hopefully.


To her surprise Agent Pendrell came in.  He looked nervous and
awkward.  She had to work hard to hide her disappointment that it
was not Mulder coming to free her.


"Um, Agent Scully," he stuttered. 
 

"Agent Pendrell...." she hoped he didn't see the tear.


"Um....since no one knows how long you are going to be here.....I
mean....I um....thought....well, I know what a workaholic you are
and um....well, I brought all the case files and medical reports for
you."  He set down the bag he had been carrying.  "They might be a
little messed up.  I was searched.  He stood there awkwardly.  His
crush on Dana Scully was well known around the office.  Even her
partner teased him about it unmercifully.  That probably bothered
him more than anything because he sensed that the beautiful
redhead that he dreamed of at night had eyes for no one but her
partner.


Dana looked at him.  There was something very young about him,
young and sweet.  She smiled at the memory of a terrified Pendrell
zipping into his level four biocontainment suit and boldly following
her where no Pendrell had gone before.  He hadn't wanted to join
her, but she trusted him as she did not trust others in the Bureau.
He had followed her when she had  asked him.  He was a fine
technician.  She didn't know that  her smile  had made Pendrell's
day.  He had always thought she did not smile enough. She was
touched by the man's thoughtfulness.  It was nice to know that
there were still good people in the world, people who cared. 
Probably the only one who didn't know how he felt about Dana
Scully was Dana Scully herself.


"Thank you, thank you very much," she said softly.  "I do
appreciate that."


"Well, if there is anything I can do....."


She thought for a moment.  "Maybe there is.  Could you....could
you call my mother and tell her that I'm okay and that she shouldn't
worry." She gave him the number. Normally she would have asked
Mulder to call, but Mulder wasn't here.


"Of course."  


"Thanks...." She squeezed his shoulder gently.  The guard opened
the door.  The brief visit was over.  After Pendrell had gone, they
brought her a standard issue orange jumpsuit.  She had been
surprised when they hadn't made her change into it in the beginning.

"It'll look great with my hair," she quipped. 


"You aren't a big shot FBI Agent in here," snapped the guard.  The
woman was large and tough looking.  Had she been able to read
minds, Dana would have remained silent.  The woman was bitter
from a hard life and earning her living dealing with the scum of the
earth.  When Edna Smallwood looked at Dana Scully, she did not
see a woman standing up for right and for truth.  All she saw was
the Armani suit and the expensive cut and perfect hair.  To her,
Agent Scully's cultured voice meant expensive education, one that
she had never been provided with.  What Edna Smallwood didn't
see was the dates Dana didn't go on so she could stay home and
study and win scholarships as her military father struggled to
support a family on Navy pay.  She didn't see the waitress jobs
during college and the years of paying off student loans for medical
school.  She shouted something out the cell window.  Next thing
Dana knew she was enduring a full body cavity search.  There was
nothing she could do to fight it. Hands were not gentle.  Somehow
it left her feeling dirty.  When it was over, she donned the jumpsuit
quietly.   The guards had seemed to feel that there was some sort of
payback in treating her as though she were a common criminal. 
She didn't understand it.   For lack of anything better to do, she
turned her attention to the bag of files that Pendrell had brought
her.


Dana rubbed her eyes.  She had been reading and studying the files
for hours.  She wished for her reading glasses.  She could manage
without them for short periods but reading like this in the poor light
made her head ache.  Someone brought food but she couldn't eat. 
She wouldn't even have known it was night if they hadn't turned out
the light on her.  No freedom.  No control.  No answers.  No
Mulder.  As she lay awake dressed now in the horrid orange jump
suit  she found herself wishing Mulder would come to her in a
dream as he had once before, but when she finally fell asleep, her
dreams were of being trapped and unable to move while harsh
gloved hands probed her body.


They brought her street clothes and told her to dress.  She was
hoping that she was to be freed.  It was not to be.


Skinner was permitted a brief visit.  She knew that he was on the
spot, but the more she told him, the more danger he would be in. 
He was angry and she knew he believed that she didn't trust him. 
She did.  She just didn't want to do anything that would make
things worse for him, or for Mulder, especially for Mulder.  Also,
there was no need for Skinner to be held in Contempt of Congress
as well.  He had  enough problems recently and was being
investigated himself because of the body that had come flying off
his balcony.  As he started to leave the cell, he turned to her and
asked her quietly in a ofter tone, "Are they treating you okay,
Scully?"


"I was stripped and body searched this morning, Sir." she said
quietly.  "I didn't enjoy it."


Skinner winced silently.  Certainly she hadn't deserved that.  He
would see what he could do for her in that regard.  Certainly she
hadn't done anything to warrant that sort of treatment.

                                   
                               As soon as he left, it
was back to the prison uniform.


Her mom came.  She too was permitted to visit briefly.  The sight
of her only living daughter dressed like a common inmate nearly
broke her heart.  Dana was a good person, not a criminal.  How
could a system that prided itself on justice treat an innocent woman
this way?  If Bill had been alive to see this, Maggie knew it would
have broken his heart.  Perhaps he had been fortunate to die when
he had.  He had been spared this agony.

                                   
                              "Why can't  you tell
them what they want to know?" asked Maggie.  She had seen the
media coverage.  After a phone call from a very nice man who
introduced himself as Agent Pendrell, she had contacted Assistant
Director Skinner in a fury.  By the time she had finished with him,
she had felt sorry for him....almost.  She didn't know exactly what
was going on, but they couldn't jail her and she had threatened to
start singing to the media if her daughter were mistreated in
anyway.
 

Aware that the cell might be bugged, Dana just hugged ger mother. 
"I can't, Mom.  I won't do anything to jeopardize my partner's life. 
I'm sorry to cause you all this worry but......"


"It's okay, Dana.  You know what is right and what is wrong." 
Maggie studied her daughter.  "I have to go, but Dana, your daddy
would be proud of you if he were here.  You were always a good
girl. You always knew right from wrong.  If you can't tell, it's
because you've got a good reason." 


 Margaret Scully knew one thing.  Her daughter would go to an
early grave if she had to  protect Fox Mulder.  He would do the
same for her.   One of the biggest disappointments of Maggie's life
had been the fact that Dana and Fox had refused to acknowledge
their feelings for one another publicly or even to each other.  By
this time she had hoped they would be married, perhaps with a child
on the way.  She knew this to be the right thing for her daughter to
do, but she was too good a mother to try to live her baby girl's life
for her.  They would have to come to it in their own time.  She
hoped it would be soon before her daughter broke under the strain
of it all.


"Do you really think so, mom?"


"Yes....yes I do, Dana," said the older woman taking her daughter's
hand.  "Fox Mulder is a good man.  You stick to your guns, Dana. 
You stand by Fox.  He won't let you down." 

When the cell door was closed once again, Dana sat down and
finally, she cried.  Even if she told them the truth now they wouldn't
believe her....the truth that she didn't know where Mulder was
anymore or what had happened to him.   She knew where he had
started out to go but so many days had passed.

                              
Her thoughts turned to her relationship with the man she was
protecting. Everything had been falling apart lately.  They had been
since the mass suicide of  the Ephesian cult in Tennessee, since her
crazy partner had gotten it into his head that his soul mate was gone
and he was doomed to lead a loveless life.  Her crazy
partner....Mulder...the lunatic...Mulder the madman....Mulder the
man who she loved more than she had ever loved anyone...Mulder
the man who she could never tell how she really felt.  She would
follow him to the  grave, ever the friend, ever the sergeant....never
anything more.  Why couldn't he see that it was insane to love
something that didn't exist?  Day after day, she awakened with her
heart a little more broken, but still, she knew she would never be
able to betray him no matter how much he hurt her.  He didn't mean
to.  He was just....Mulder.


She heard the lock opening again.  Again she got to her feet.


"Where are we going?" she asked warily seeing the prison guard
who had ordered the strip search.


"Shower..."  This time she said nothing.  She followed the woman
quietly.


Scully looked around her.  She was not alone anymore.  There were
other women in the communal shower.  She wasn't particularly shy
about her body but under these conditions, she wanted to run and
hide.  Reluctantly she slipped out of her jump suit and stepped
under the hot water.  She heard someone whistle and turned around
to see a six foot something inmate staring at her.  She turned away
quickly, but not quite all the way.  Her fight or flight mechanism
was in full swing only there was not where to run and no weapon
with which to fight.  She was naked and vulnerable and suddenly
felt her 5'2" height keenly.  She didn't think she could rely on the
guard for help.


"Keep it to yourself, Cudahy," snapped the guard finally.  She was
rather enjoying Ms. FBI's discomfiture, but word had come down
that the woman better not get hurt.  Damned federal agents...over
paid...in their fine suits...while she struggled to make ends meet on
guard's pay.


"F**k you," muttered the woman.


"Hey, babe, what you in here for?" asked another.


"Um.....nothing," she said.  She heard communal laughter.  


"Yeah, we all say that.  Me, I'm up for murder one. "  The woman
grinned at Scully looking her over from top to bottom.  It made her
skin crawl.   DC jails were not place for the innocent.  Underfunded
and under staffed, life was harsh and there was little, if any,
protection from other inmates.


"You're pretty," another inmate observed.  Dana decided to make
this the fastest shower in history just as one observed, "She looks
like the fuzz to me.  Don't she look like the f**kin fuzz to you,
Betty."


Betty, the one charged with murder agreed that yes indeed the little
redhead looked like the f**kin fuzz.


Scully never thought it would be a relief to get back to a jail cell. 
She forced herself not to cry again.  It wouldn't do any good.  She
went back to her files.  She would have been relieved if she had
known that Skinner had talked to the warden, making some threats
and calling in some favors on her behalf.  This had guaranteed her a
private cell at least for a little while. "Whitebread"  wouldn't last
long.  Not with the overcrowded  conditions in prisons today.  As it
was, she just offered up a prayer that she would get out soon and
that they wouldn't force her to undergo another public shower or
strip search.  


Sometime in the middle of the night Dana was pulled from sleep.  It
was one of the guards shaking her awake.   

Her heart froze.  Somehow she knew she wasn't being released, and
she feared that they were bringing her bad news of some sort.

"You be a doctor?" asked the guard.

"Yes."

"Good.  You come with me."


She heard screams and a commotion.  The guard led her to the
infirmary.  There had been an altercation of some sort.  As she was
trained to do, Scully assessed the situation quickly.  The infirmary
nurse lay on the the floor.  She was only half conscious but
breathing normally.  Her arm appeared to be broken and she had a
bad cut to which someone had applied a heavy bandage and
pressure.  Two inmates were cuffed to a steal table, but with deep
cuts, one across the face.  A third inmate lay restrained on the
examination table.  She was struggling and screaming invective that
would have made Dana's sailor father blush.  She was pregnant and
as the woman pulled her legs back Scully realized she was ready to
deliver but something was wrong.

"Serena gonna have her baby," said the guard.

"I'm a forensic pathologist," said Scully.  "You need to call an
ambulance."

The guard snorked.

"Big accident on the parkway....Besides....ambulance don't rush to
come here.  Half the time they are mostly broken.  It take forever. 
Serene, she a bitch but she a woman.  She ain't got no time."

"Gloves?" asked Scully moving to the sink to scrub up.

Dana collapsed into a chair for a moment.  It had been years since
she had delivered a baby.  Serena's labor had come on hard and fast
in the middle of a brawl with a homemade knife.  As the guard had
predicted the ambulance had been slow.  When she had delivered
babies during her rotation in ob/gyn, it had been a happy thing. 
Here...well....she had delivered a baby, less than four
pounds....breached and blue.  A crack baby....a damaged
baby....She had done what she could to give the tiny girl life. She
had lived for now anyway.  If the infant survivied, Dana was
uncertain she had done the little girl any favor.  For her trouble, the
mother had screamed invective at her and spit in her face.

"What you did, doctor," said the guard.  "It was a good thing. 
Serena ain't much but she's still one of God's chillun.  Her problem
be that no one ever loved her.  She don't understand she be deservin
of love."

Dana looked into the face and the eyes of the older black woman, a
woman so unlike the guard Edna Smallwood and found incredible
strength.  She nodded.

"You come on with me now. "  She held out her hand to help Dana
up.  Dana grasped it and was surprised by the strength of this
woman's grip although she shouldn't have been.  As she followed
the guard, the woman said to her, "Me, I believe the hand of God is
witnessed on this earth, doctor lady.  Maybe He put you hear
tonight to bring that po' little chile into the world to do some
good."  Dana felt tears come to her eyes for an instant as she
thought suddenly of Kevin Kryder.

"Thank you," said Dana quietly.

"Me, I spect you didn't do nothing bad.  You be a good woman to
stand up to those men in their fancy suits in that Congress.  Come
on...let's go get us some coffee before you go back to yo cell." 

Several more days went by.  Each night her friend, the guard named
Felice, came to her cell for a few moments to share a cup of coffee. 
She wasn't bothered by the fact that it was against the rules.  It was
her break time after all.  The woman told her that the little baby was
doing okay in the hospital and that there was a young couple who
wanted to take her in and raise her.

Release did not seem imminent.  The attorney that she had retained
didn't seem hopeful that he could get her out until she told
Congress what it wanted to hear.

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Fox Mulder awakened in his prison cell.  He didn't want to wake
up.  He never wanted to wake up again, but he knew he would. He
would not die until he killed Krycek.  After that...well, here in this
place what was there to live for?  He stirred, forced himself to get
up and move around, emptied his bladder in the corner, then feeling
more like an animal than a human being, he sunk with exhaustion
back to the floor.   For a moment he dreamed of cold fresh water to
drink and a meal of fried chicken.  He thought of how good a
shower would feel and some aspirin for the pain that wracked his
body.  He fingered the knife the man in the next cell had given him. 


"Prisoner," spoke the strange man from the other side of the room. 
"You are not yet dead."


"I told you.  I have to live long enough to kill Krycek."  He lapsed
into silence.  "How do you do it?" he asked finally.  "How do you
survive?"


"In Russia we are used to suffering.  There is never quite enough
food...or blankets...or medicine.  I survive by thinking about home,
about maybe one day seeing my family one more time.  I know it
will not happen, but I think and I survive.  The dream keeps me
alive another day."


Fox didn't answer for a long time.  "I don't really have a family...just
my mother and she...well, she isn't well."


"You have no one?  No babushka? No girlfriend?"   The prisoner
was glad to have someone to talk to. The need to communicate was
paramount to human beings.  He was very weak.  He knew he
would not live much longer in any case, but during the last days
it was good to have a friend of sorts.
 

"No...I...." Mulder stopped.  "I have a friend.....a woman friend...."


"Is she beautiful?"


Mulder thought for a long time before answering, not because there
was any doubt but because suddenly he was worried about her,
about what was happening to her back home.


"Yes....." he whispered finally.  "Yes...she is.  She's small, tiny with
blue eyes and the most beautiful red hair."


"Do you love her?"


"She's a friend."


"Yes....but do you love her?"  


Again Mulder took his time in answering.  As good as it was to
have someone to talk to, he was weak and it required effort.


"Yes," he whispered suddenly.  "Yes....I do....more than anything."


"Then, my friend, think about that love.  Imagine what it would be
like to make love to your beautiful small redhead once again.  Even
here in this place, love is stronger than hate.   It will keep you
alive."


Mulder nodded off.  His last thoughts were of Dana and of the
words the other prisoner had spoken to him.  He dreamed.  In his
dream he was with Dana and they were making love on a beautiful
beach of white sand.  How could he tell the other man that he had
never made love to her before?  He had been too stupid, too
wrapped up in his own affairs, too deeply grieved over the loss of
Melissa.  He had, he realized, taken Scully for granted.  In his pain,
an inkling of understanding assailed him, understanding of why she
had lashed out at him so viciously in Tennessee.  It was because she
cared about him.  She loved him.  And, as usual, when he had a
case...a quest, he didn't give her a second thought and had not time
to give her the time of day.  It was  always his case, his quest, his
feelings, his loss.  


"Prisoner, Prisoner...."  He was awakened suddenly by the voice
from the next cell.
"They are coming.  It will be time to work.  Prepare yourself or
they will hit you more."


"Yes...time to work."  Mulder roused  himself.  Work...how could
he work?  He could barely stand. 
 

"What will you do first when you get home prisoner?" asked his
friend.


He didn't hesitate a moment.  "I'm going to put my arms around
Dana and tell her how good it feels," he said quietly.  "I'm going to
make everything up to her somehow.  I don't know how, but I
will."


The jail cell opened.  They hit him because they felt like it.  They hit
him because their life was hard, not much better than that of the
prisoners really.  They hit him because it gave them a sense of
power where in reality there was none.  Then they lined him up
with other prisoners and led them outside in the cold air.


The prisoner watched as the American made his break.  He knew it
had to be the American he had been speaking to through the cell
wall.  Americans valued their freedom above everything.  They
would fight for it and they would die for it with the same insatiable
love that his people had always fought for Mother Russia.  He
noted that when the man ran, he did not use the knife on his enemy
but merely knocked him unconscious.  Americans could be naive
too.  The soul of the American prisoner was a good soul.  He
offered up a prayer that the man he did not know would make it
back to freedom and to his woman friend.  He himself would not
live another night.  He could feel death coming.  When it did, it
would be welcome.


When Fox finally made it home, all he wanted to do was to pass out
on his couch.  It had been a miracle that he had managed to make it
back to Washington.  He had slept on the plane....Aeroflot....even
managed to eat a little, but he was still exhausted and sick.  He
knew he was running a fever.  The American Embassy in Moscow
had given him a hard time.  It was only the fact that he was wanted
before Congress that had finally gotten the ball rolling and gotten
him on a plane for the US.  He would, he thought, wait and call
Scully after he took a nap and had a chance to shower and shave. 
He didn't want her to see him in his present state.  Still, there was
something about the blinking light on his answering machine.....It
beckoned him.  He found himself pushing the button almost against
his will.


"You have one message...." the computer voice informed him.  He
prayed for a telemarketer.


"Fox, this is Margaret Scully.  If you come home....if you are
anywhere where you can check your messages......Dana is in jail. 
They are holding her for contempt of Congress because she won't
tell them where you are.  It's been over a week.   Please Fox....if
you can answer...well I know you will do everything you can for
my baby girl."


He felt the adrenaline pumping into his system as he flung the
machine across the room.  "Goddamed F**king sons of bitches....."
he shouted.  He didn't bother to shower. He didn't bother to shave. 
He slipped into a suit and threw his old black raincoat on.


"And what is the question?" he demanded entering the hallowed
halls of the congressional hearing room.  The crowd stirred. 
Everyone turned to look at him.  He was aware that some
flashbulbs snapped somewhere in the back of his mind, but his eyes
were only for his partner, for the look of joy on her face when he
walked in the door.  He had a promise to keep, a promise he had
made to himself in that Russian prison.  For an instant he was ever
so grateful to the anonymous prisoner beside him who had kept his
mind focused on emotions other than hate.  He strode down the
aisle and took a seat.  His moment would come.  Skinner entered
and whispered something to Scully.  He took a seat and snapped at
Mulder asking him where the hell he had been. The Chairman
quickly recessed the hearing and as Dana Scully stood up he too
rose and enveloped her in his arms.


"It's so good to feel my arms around you," he said inhaling the scent
of her hair, "Both of them...."  He knew she wouldn't understand
that part of it until he explained.  He had had to so some fast talking
in Russia or they would have cut his arm off.  He didn't understand
it.  How would cutting off one arm prevent them from injecting the
other?  He hadn't had much time to think about it either.  He still
didn't.  He had time only for this moment with Dana in his arms.


For an instant, time stood still.  She felt suddenly so alive and so
full of hope when she had nearly given up.  In his arms she felt
warm and safe and protected.  She hugged     him back and didn't
care who saw or what they thought.  Fox was back and alive and
she was in his arms. 
 

The hug was all too brief for there was a voice snapping at them,
"Later....."  Skinner.  He was right of course.  It wasn't the time or
the place.  They broke off their embrace and turned their minds
toward the problem at hand. 
 

They immediately slipped back into their professional mode. There
was still a case to solve, a conspiracy that needed some light shed
on it.  They were off to Florida.
  

After the hearing was over Scully insisted that he get a complete
physical.  He didn't want to but she wanted a complete
toxicological workup on him.  As she had suspected, he had an
infection in his body.  The physician put him on a broad spectrum
antibiotic and ordered him to rest.  In truth, he was glad to do so
for a few days.   For once in his life, he told Scully the truth about
everything that had happened to him in that prison camp, the whole
truth leaving nothing out  except the part about dreaming of making
love to her.  He felt he owed it to her.  Skinner had told him what
had happened to her in jail before he had interceded.  Dana
deserved to know why he had done what he had done.  No sign of
any alien parasite showed up in the tests the doctors did and he felt
a sense of relief.  He could have done without the picture of him
hugging her appearing in the Washington Post however.  The
Gunmen had a field day with it.  Dana remained very quiet about it.
He didn't know it,  but Maggie Scully cut it out and kept it with her
prized photos.  Things returned to normal or at least to what was
normal for them until the holidays approached.


End of Part One

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