From: SJLRose Date: 23 Jan 1999 00:14:43 GMT Subject: NEW! "Memoirs Of An FBI Agent" (1/1) Here it is, my very first story: -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- Memoirs Of An FBI Agent Summary: An elderly Mulder writes his memories of "the FBI days". Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and anything and everything X-Files related do not belong to me. That stuff belongs to Chris Carter, TenThirteen Productions, and Twentieth Century Fox. So please don't sue, it ain't polite. Classification: V, R, DAL Rating: G Spoilers: The End, Fight The Future, Triangle Distribution: Anywhere, but please notify me first, and give me credit! Please archive at Gossamer. Author's Note: For those of you who are wondering, yes, the title was inspired by "Musings Of A Cigarette Smoking Man". I had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope you enjoy it. Please send all feedback to sjlrose@aol.com. -------------------------------------------------------- Memoirs Of An FBI Agent by Dana Rose Dawson (nom de plume) I have lived a long life. A long, full life. So much has happened to me. I have experienced so much, seen so much, done so much, lived through so much that I have to get it down on paper. So these are my memoirs. The memoirs of Fox Mulder, FBI agent. -------------------------------------------------------- My life began simply. I was a happy, ordinary, regular, *normal* child. Then, at the young age of 12, disaster struck.Samantha, my sister, only 8 years old at the time, was abducted by aliens. My life was changed forever. When I grew up, I was so haunted by the memory of Samantha, that I became an FBI agent to discover what had truly happened to her. I worked and worked to get the X-Files reopened, so that I could investigate them. I wanted-no, I *needed* to discover the truth about Samantha. For my own sake, and for Sam's.I had to find her. I had to bring her back. When I finally got the X-Files reopened, I was given an office-in the basement-and I was assigned a partner, Dana Scully. Beautiful Dana Scully. She, I found out later, had been sent to debunk my work. She doubted my every word, but she soon learned to trust me. And I trusted her. A mutual loving bond developed between us, but outwardly our relationship was platonic. Sometimes it was pure torture, working in that office with her every day, because FBI rules forced us to *keep* our relationship platonic. Once I said to her, "Scully," (for I called her "Scully" back then) "I love you." She walked away, muttering, "Oh, brother," but I think she loved me too. We were so close, she and I. I can remember a day, before the day I told her I loved her- although I came close to telling her that day. The X-Files, our life's work, had been burned to ashes, in our office, and so Scully was leaving to become a doctor- for she was a medical doctor, but she didn't practice as one. I didn't want her to go. I had never loved anyone so much, and I knew I would be destroyed if she left. When she came to my apartment, to tell me the news, when she turned to go, I followed her into the hallway. I said to her, "And you saved me. Your goddamn rationalism and science saved me a hundred times over. You've kept me honest. You made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing." I almost said, "I love you," but I held the words in. She didn't answer, but her eyes were filled with tears. I don't think she quite realized how much she meant to me until then. We almost kissed. If it hadn't been for that goddamn bee, we would have. The bee was an important part of our investigation- but did it have to sting her? Why not me? Why her? Why Dana Scully? And the timing was rotten too. If it *had* to sting her, couldn't it have at least waited another couple of minutes? Couldn't it have waited until we had kissed? Oh, well. At least I got to rescue her from the alien ship later. I had had a girlfriend before I met Scully, but we broke up. I think Scully was always a little jealous of her though. Diana, her name was. Diana Fowley. I'm *still* trying to figure out what I saw in her. Scully and I had a trio of friends, who called themselves the Lone Gunmen. Their names were Langley, Byers, and Frohike. Frohike was hot for Scully- but then, he was the type of guy who was hot for just about *every* girl, and I think he understood that Scully was *mine*, so it was all right. I didn't mind too much. The Lone Gunmen helped us out on some of our cases. They were into paranormal activity and UFO's and such, like me. They're believers. I think that's why we're such good friends. After all these years, we still keep in touch. Dana and I still talk on the phone sometimes too. It's been such a long time since she called me Mulder, and I called her Scully. Now that we're retired, I call her Dana, and she calls me Fox. I don't keep in touch with Diana anymore. Dana and I still talk about our years together at the FBI. We call them "the FBI days". And I still love her. -end of "Memoirs Of An FBI Agent"- Author's Note: Well, what did you think? Please send feedback! Additional stories, poems, and filks by the author can be found at http://members.aol.com/sjlrose/fanfic.htm