From: Val0929@aol.com
Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 18:40:11 EDT
Subject: My Heart Will Go On File
Source: direct

Title: My Heart Will Go On File
Author: Val N.
E-Mail: val0929@aol.com
Classification: Adventure, Romance, Angst, and somewhat of 
a Crossover
Rating: PG
Distribution: Gossamer only. All others please ask so I 
know where it's going! Thanks!
Spoilers: Triangle, PMP, and Detour
Summary: Scully is shot on a stakeout and wakes up in the 
movie Titanic, where she is Rose and Mulder is Jack and 
other familiar faces appear as well. 

Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek, Spender, 
Diana, and any other characters from the X-Files universe 
do not belong to me! I don't own them and I'm not making 
any money off of this story so please don't sue me! The 
movie Titanic and its plot belong to James Cameron. I 
borrowed it and some of the wording from the screenplay in 
one scene, the flying scene. I don't have copyright on his 
characters.

Author's Note: This story is patterned almost exactly on 
the movie "Titanic" with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet. 
Mulder and Scully have simply been injected into the story 
as the tragic lovers because I think they belong together! 
Noromos stay away! Other characters from the X-Files show 
up in various roles on the ship. So, without further delay, 
here we go!

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"My Heart Will Go on File" by Val N.
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	Dana Scully sighed and checked her watch. The small 
dial was slowly inching its way past 2:00 AM. She looked up 
and out the windshield of the dark Oldsmobile up toward the 
run-down two-story house. A light was on in a second story 
window, but other than that the area around them was silent 
and dark. The woods stretched on either side of them, 
endless and empty except for their car. Scully looked up at 
her partner, Fox Mulder, sitting at the wheel intently 
watching the house in front of them. He took a sip from the 
steaming coffee in his hand. He looked over at her and 
caught her staring at him. A smile crept on his face.
	"Sorry, Scully, no heat. If we turn on the car, we're 
spotted. Coffee?" Mulder held out the small Styrofoam cup 
to her. Scully sighed and shook her head.
	"I'm not cold, Mulder," She glanced out the 
passenger's side window.
	"Aw, darn. I was going to suggest another way to keep 
warm."
	Scully's glare turned back to him. "In your dreams, G-
man."
	They were sitting in a forest miles and miles from 
Washington on a stakeout. Skinner had asked them to assist 
on catching a drug ring. They were the third pair of agents 
to be out there that night and there was no sign anything 
was going to happen soon.
	Scully sighed again and reached down to get a magazine 
from under the seat. They weren't going anywhere. She 
flipped through the most recent Newsweek, landing upon new 
video releases. The bright blue word "TITANIC" caught her 
eye. Under the caption was a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio 
teaching Kate Winslet how to fly at the bow of the doomed 
ship. Scully laughed at all of the mania going on 
associated with that movie. Repeat business from teenage 
girls and middle-aged housewives had boosted profits over 
$2 billion. Merchandise was everywhere, as inescapable as 
Leonardo DiCaprio was on every magazine cover. 
	"To be honest, I wouldn't mind seeing it," Scully 
spoke out, her eyes skimming the article.
	Mulder turned to her and Scully held up the magazine 
in reply. Mulder rolled his eyes. "I didn't think you were 
into all that tragic movie romance, Scully."
	Scully shrugged. "I still wouldn't mind seeing it. 
When I was younger, I was fascinated by the story."
	"I think every kid is. The whole world is fascinated 
by it."
	Scully placed the magazine on her lap. "I think it's 
because we see ourselves there and we ask ourselves what we 
would do." She looked up. "What would you do, Mulder?"
	Mulder sighed. "I don't know. Maybe jumped and swam to 
a lifeboat. Maybe go heroically, staying on the ship to the 
last second," he smiled. "I couldn't say. It's such a 
horrific situation I wouldn't want to think about what I 
would do."
	Scully nodded slowly and looked back to the magazine. 
"I'd like to think I would've sacrificed my life so that 
other women would have a place in the lifeboats."
	Mulder shook his head, a small smile on his face. "I 
would've pushed you into the lifeboat anyway, Scully."
	Scully looked up at him, slightly taken aback. "Who's 
to say you would even be there with me?" 
	Mulder was getting into this banter now. "Oh, come on, 
Scully. Couldn't you see us as the doomed lovers, Jack and 
Rose?" he was teasing now, but a tone in his voice was 
serious.
	Scully was laughing. "No, I couldn't see you drawing 
me naked."
	Mulder snapped his fingers. "Darn, and I was 
hoping..."
	Suddenly two gunshots snapped them out of the 
conversation. Scully and Mulder were out of the car, 
weapons drawn, in a flash. They crept under the thick brush 
to the house. It was pitch black, but voices could be heard 
yelling in Spanish. Scully rounded the house and up to the 
front door, careful not to step in various holes that were 
scattered around the rotted front porch. Mulder was behind 
her and he stepped up to the front door, standing beside 
it, ready to break it in. He looked up at her, 3 fingers up 
in the air. As he counted down, Scully held her breath. 
	Mulder broke in the door easily and Scully came in 
behind him. They were both yelling "FBI!" over and over. 
They turned to the left, facing a living room. A tall 
Mexican man with a dirty mustache was standing over another 
Mexican man, who was lying on the floor with a bullet in 
his head. The gun was still smoking as he lowered it.
	"Drop the weapon!" Mulder yelled, gun trained right at 
his head. The man simply looked at them, his eyes dark with 
rage. It was a standoff. He held the gun at his side, but 
didn't drop it. 
	"Drop the weapon!" Scully repeated, her voice deep and 
angry.
	The Mexican man looked at her. Before she realized 
what was happening, his gun was back up and a shot had been 
fired. All she heard was Mulder's yell, another gunshot, 
and then another gunshot as she fell to the floor, white-
hot pain coursing through her abdomen. The gun clattered 
beside her. She felt blood on her fingers, gushing from the 
wound. The pain was unbearable, searing through her like 
fire. She saw Mulder's face above her as he dropped beside 
her, frantic and yelling. But his voice was slowly 
disappearing as her eyes closed.
	"Scully!...Scully!...with me, Scully!...Don't le..." 
His voice was broken as she finally sank into the welcoming 
blackness of unconsciousness. 

******************

	Light hit her, blinding her and causing her to groan. 
She felt soft blankets around her, but her stomach was 
killing her. Scully opened her eyes and saw a small wood-
paneled room--small but extremely elegant. She was lying on 
a bed with a canopy over her. Around her were paintings, 
some of which she recognized as Picasso. The furniture 
looked like period pieces, with elaborately stitched fabric 
and ornate wood design. A fireplace was in front of the 
bed, vases and antiques adorning the mantle. She sat up and 
saw someone standing at the window she wished she hadn't.
	Diana Fowly
	Scully's eyes narrowed at the sight of a fellow FBI 
agent who she was sure was working for the Consortium. The 
woman was a liar and as evil as Scully could comprehend. 
She also had a past thing with Mulder that Scully didn't 
have any real knowledge of. Diana was standing at the 
window, pulling back the curtains.
	"Dana, why are you napping? We have to be down at 
dinner in ten minutes. You're ruining your dress!"
	Dana looked down and realized she was wearing an 
elaborate evening gown. It was red silk underneath, covered 
in a second sheath of beads. Then she realized why her 
stomach hurt--she was wearing a very tight corset. She 
groaned and clutched her abdomen. Diana sighed, annoyed, as 
a maid came in dressed in the traditional black and white 
outfit. 
	"Trudy, you were supposed to do Dana's makeup five 
minutes ago!" she snapped. 
	Scully noticed immediately that Diana was wearing the 
same type of gown she was, except that hers was a yellow 
silk with a beaded bodice.
	"I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Spender-"
	Scully started at the name of Spender. What was going 
on here? She got up off the bed, using the bedpost to 
steady herself. She looked down at herself and then slowly 
put up a hand to her hair. It was elaborately pulled back 
in a clip and adorned with flowers. Necklaces and jewels 
were hanging off of her. 
	Diana and Trudy looked at her when she gasped. Diana's 
eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Dana? You do know who your 
fianc=82 is, don't you?"
	Scully stepped forward, her face flaming. "You can 
just go to-"
	Diana cut her off, "How dare you talk to your older 
sister like that! I'm in charge, Dana, and don't forget 
it."
	"Older sister? The day you're my sister-"
	Diana cut her off again, "I suggest that when you 
learn to speak properly you address me with the respect I 
deserve." She turned around and stalked out the door, 
slamming it behind her. 
	Scully turned to Trudy and grabbed her by the 
shoulders. Scully was startled again when she realized that 
Trudy was the spitting image of Skinner's assistant, 
Kimberly. "You're Skinner's secretary!"
	Trudy was staring at her with concern in her eyes. 
"Miss Dana, are you okay?"
	Scully shook her head. "I don't know. Please tell me 
who I am and what's going on?"
	"Miss Dana, you're engaged to Jeffrey Spender, one of 
the richest men in the world. That woman was your sister, 
Diana Fowly. When your parents died she took your mother's 
maiden name. Miss Dana, you remember all of that, don't 
you?"
	Scully just stared at her, dumbfounded. She didn't 
believe what she had just heard. Engaged to Jeffrey 
Spender? Diana Fowly was her sister? Scully's knees felt 
weak and she turned to the mirror above the fireplace. Sure 
enough it was her face, but she looked so unlike herself. 
Trudy was still staring at her so she looked up, resuming a 
proper lady-like posture. 
	"Yes, Trudy, I do. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired," 
Scully laughed, putting a hand to her hair. "What day is it 
today?"
	"April 12, 1912."
	Scully nearly fainted again, but quickly regained her 
composure. She laughed again, "Of course, Trudy. I can 
handle my own makeup. You go help my sister." She had to 
force herself to say the word sister. Trudy nodded and left 
the room. 
	Scully knees were weak and she leaned against the 
bedpost, ignoring how she was dressed. She closed her eyes 
and forced herself to put together the picture she had been 
given. Her name was Dana Scully, she was sister to Diana 
Fowly and she was engaged to Jeffrey Spender. Her stomach 
turned at the thought. But where was she? 
	The last thing she remembered she had been on a 
stakeout with Mulder. Then there were shots and they 
stormed the house. And she had been shot.
	Scully looked around her, anxious for some indication 
where she was. The room was small--like a stateroom. She 
looked toward the light coming in the windows. The sun was 
setting on the horizon, creating brilliant colors that 
seemed to melt into the ocean. She stopped and realized she 
was looking through portholes. She was on a ship. She shut 
her eyes and tried to remember the date.
	April 12, 1912
	Scully's eyes snapped open and she felt her stomach 
drop. The beauty and elegance of her surroundings. The 
richest people in the world. There was only one place she 
could be. 
	"No, no, oh God no," she began to chant. She hurried 
to the closet and tore it open. Dozens and dozens of 
elegant dresses hung there. She reached to the top and 
found what she was looking for--a lifejacket. She looked 
on the ugly and lumpy white cloth and found what she was 
dreading. A single name written in black.
	RMS Titanic

******************

	Scully's long fiery red hair flew behind her as she 
ran along A deck through the frosty midnight air, near 
tears, feeling a sense of release as she plunged ahead 
along the decks. Scully's beaded red and black dress 
swirled around her legs, disheveled and ripped. She pushed 
an elderly first class couple aside as she raced down deck 
stairs, oblivious to their gasping voices. The ship was so 
long that it seemed like she was never going to find the 
end. Whatever it took, she was going to detach herself from 
this nightmarish reality. She ran toward the stern like 
lightning, passing fewer and fewer people as she neared the 
end of the ship. It was a cold night out so everyone was 
inside. 
	Scully had to get back to her time. She wasn't going 
to be here when the ship began to sink. This all had to be 
a dream. There was no other explanation for the presence of 
everyone from her present life--Spender, Diana. Maybe if she 
could get into a boat and get off the ship, she would wake 
up and it all would end. Better yet, if she could jump off 
the ship, she would be knocked into unconsciousness and 
would wake up in a hospital room.
	As Scully passed a seemingly empty bench, a man sat up 
quickly, startled out of his reverie. He peered curiously at 
the elegantly dressed woman that had flown past him. She 
seemed too upper class to be out here on the poop deck.
	Scully ran into a metal wheel about twenty feet from 
the stern railing. She stopped, clutching it as though it 
were a lifeline. Her hair hung disheveled around her face, 
her breath raspy and shaken. She shuddered in the cold air, 
but also in the realization of what she was about to do. 
Scully regained her breath and slowly went around the 
wheel, hesitantly walking toward the stern rail. 
	She reached out her hands cautiously, the railing cold 
and frightening to the touch. Dana looked down into the 
swirling, black water. It would be quick, she thought. She 
pulled herself up, using a pole that supported a light. She 
tenuously stepped on the railing, her dress getting in the 
way of her shoes. The light illuminated her as she crawled 
over, finally to where she was hanging on the outside of 
the rail. She was still facing the ship so she looked ahead 
of her, checking to see that there was no one. Her legs 
were facing the wrong direction so Scully turned slowly and 
carefully, her beaded dress tapping against the rail. Her 
vision focused on the black, choppy water that would be her 
grave. She gripped the railing behind her, like a 
figurehead in reverse.  A single tear slid down her cheeks.
	"Don't do it."
	Scully's head whirled around.
	Fox Mulder was standing there, dressed in a flannel 
jacket and trousers. Scully gasped, her jaw dropping at the 
sight of her partner. He didn't seem to recognize her. His 
hand was stretched out to her. His face was hard and firm, 
but his brow was creased with concern. He looked unkept and 
completely unlike the Fox Mulder she knew.
	"Oh, my God..." she breathed, her mouth hanging open. 
"This isn't real. This can't be real..."
	"Ma'am, please just give me your hand--" he insisted, 
but Scully cut him off. 
	"Why are you calling me ma'am? Don't you know who I 
am?" Scully exclaimed.
	Mulder shook his head. "Miss, I'm sorry, I don't know 
you. I just want to help you."
	Scully was shell-shocked. "You don't know me...?" she 
breathed.
	Mulder took a step closer, his hand out to her. 
	"Stay back! I don't know what's going on here. Just 
don't come any closer!" Scully snapped, but it didn't come 
out as hard as she intended. Her voice cracked with 
hesitation and fear. Her eyes were glued to her partner. 
There was no rational explanation for this. It made no sense. 
	"Just give me your hand. I'll help you back over," he 
stepped nearer, though hesitantly.
	"Just go away! You're not real! None of this is real!" 
Scully cried, turning back to the water, positioning herself 
as if she was going to follow through, but deep down she 
wanted to take his hand. He was the person she trusted most 
in the world. The seriousness of what she was about to do 
was starting to hit her. She shut her eyes and whispered, 
"This is all a dream."
	"You won't jump," his rough voice said. 
	Scully wanted desperately to explain everything, but 
she realized that he probably wouldn't know what she was 
talking about. This wasn't the Fox Mulder she knew from 
1999. "You don't understand what's going on. I'm not going 
to commit suicide," was all she said. She shook her head 
and sighed.
	A smile crept onto his face. "What else would you do 
hanging off the back of a ship?"
	Scully was silent for a few moments and tightened her 
grip on the rail. "Do you believe in extreme possibilities?"
	"Yes, I do," he said firmly, taking another step 
forward.
	"Then if I told you something fantastic, you'd believe 
me?" Scully asked.
	He smiled wider. "Are you kidding? I've seen nothing 
but incredible stories in my lifetime."
	"I'm having a dream. This is all an illusion. If I 
jump off this ship, the dream will end. I'll be back home 
in my own bed. None of this is real," Scully said slowly, 
examining him for any sign of disbelief.
	"But have you considered that if this isn't a dream 
and you jump, the fall alone would kill you? And even if it 
doesn't, do you know how cold that water is down there?" 
	Scully looked at him warily. "How cold?"
	"Freezing, maybe a couple of degrees over," he inched 
closer.
	"You have nothing to do with this. Why are you 
staying? You don't even know who I am." Scully's voice was 
softening. Something about this situation was intriguing 
her. He had a point. What if somehow this wasn't a dream? 
She could die or be seriously injured.
	"Yes, I do, miss. If you jump, I'm going to jump in 
after you. You can't get rid of me. I'm not going anywhere,"
he reached out his hand again, "So why don't you make this 
easier on both of us? Come on. You don't want to do this."
	Scully was floored, but her heart was telling her to 
take his hand. She realized that there were other ways out 
of this. Right now she would try to make sense of what was 
going on. Slowly she reached out and grasped his large 
hand. He gripped hers with strength and yet tenderness that 
she had gotten used to from Fox Mulder. Scully turned, 
carefully watching to see that her high heels didn't trip 
her dress. She turned and faced her savior. His deep green 
eyes smiled, as did his full mouth. He gripped her firmly 
to keep her from falling and let out a breath. 
	"Now that's better. What's your name?" 
	"Scully. Dana Scully."
	"I'm Fox Mulder. It's nice to meet you, Scully. It's 
not every day I save a beautiful woman hanging off the back 
of a ship."
	Scully's eyes examined his face. This had to be her 
partner. It was the same name, the same voice, and the same 
touch. "Thank you, Mulder."
	His eyes narrowed, but he was still smiling. "How did 
you know I like to be called by my last name?"
	Scully smiled. "I just knew."
	Mulder grinned back. "Let's get you out of here..." he 
murmured.
	Scully stepped up, her beaded dress clinging to her 
legs. She stepped up to the rail. Suddenly, her dress got 
under her shoe and she slipped, screaming as she fell. 
Mulder's arms grabbed her, saving her from falling 
completely down. She screamed as she dangled from the rail, 
above the churning black ocean. Mulder struggled to hang 
onto her.
	"I've got you! I won't let go!" he yelled 
reassuringly. She looked up, panic-stricken, into his face. 
He had her by both arms and was struggling to pull her up.
	"Pull yourself up, Scully! You can do it!"
	Scully was filled with new strength and she gripped 
the rail. When she had pulled herself a given distance, 
Mulder reached out and grabbed her torso, pulling her the 
rest of the way. Scully wrapped her arms around him and he 
continued to haul her away from the railing. She was 
frightened, her face buried in his shirt, afraid to let go 
lest she should fall. When they had cleared the railing, 
Mulder collapsed, towing Scully with him. They collapsed in 
a heap, him on top of her.
	Scully didn't recall what happened, but she heard 
yelling from a person with a heavy Irish accent, and she 
felt Mulder being pulled off of her.
	"Fetch the Master of Arms!"
	Within a few minutes, Spender and Diana were there and 
a blanket was wrapped around her. Mulder was pulled into 
handcuffs, but didn't say a word. Scully was too shaken up 
to say much. She simply stared at Spender. It was the same 
Jeffrey Spender from the FBI, the same deep, gravelly voice. 
He was in a tux and his hair was slicked back professionally. 
This had to be a dream.  
	She wrapped her hands around a cup of hot coffee. She 
looked like a mess. Jeffrey didn't even say two words to 
her. He immediately started in on Mulder.
	"Who the hell are you that you could put your hands on 
MY fiance? You're filth, gutter trash!" Jeffrey was too 
busy defending his honor and looking like the caring 
gentleman than to see if Scully was okay. 
	Scully jumped up when Jeffrey grabbed Mulder by his 
jacket, roughing him up. "Jeff, stop! It was an accident! 
He's innocent!" She grabbed Jeffrey's arm and pulled him 
away.
	"An accident?" Jeffrey looked at her incredulously. 
"What do you mean an accident? He tried to attack you!"
	"No, Jeffrey! It was my fault," Scully was thinking 
fast. Her voice was shaking as her mind whirled. She 
couldn't let it be known that she tried to jump off a ship, 
but she couldn't see the man who saved her life, her partner, 
her best friend arrested. She had to go along with 
everything until she could figure out what was going on. 
"I was leaning over to see the propellers because I was 
curious. You know me. I was leaning too far and I 
slipped," Scully looked to Mulder, her cheeks stained with 
mascara, her hair disheveled. She was pleading to him with 
her eyes. "Mr. Mulder was kind enough to save me. I 
screamed and he came running. He saved my life." 
	Mulder looked to her, a smile appearing on his face. 
They shared a secret. Scully looked to him with pleading 
eyes to go along with her story.
	The Master of Arms jerked him. "Was that the way of 
it?"
	There was a pause and Scully's eyes were locked on 
his. "Yeah that was about it," he said finally. Scully let 
out the breath she had been holding quietly. She smiled as 
wide as she could muster. 
	"Well, then the gent's a hero then. Good for you!" 
Colonel Gracie exclaimed. He had accompanied Jeffrey from 
the first class lounge. Scully turned around and let out an 
inaudible gasp at seeing Jeffrey's valet. It was the CSM. 
He was in a suit, with a cigarette in his hand. He was 
quiet, but everyone knew his presence. She stared at him, 
unbelieving. What the hell is going on here?
 	Mulder's handcuffs were removed, but he didn't dare 
touch Scully. Jeffrey smiled at her and rubbed his hands on 
her shoulders. "We'll get you inside. You must be 
freezing."
	"What about Mr. Mulder?" Scully spoke up. She had a 
desire to just run to him and hug him, but she didn't dare 
in Jeffrey's presence. If this wasn't a dream she didn't 
want to complicate anything. It seemed like everything was 
following her life in 1999. Spender, Diana, and the CSM 
were hurting her, Mulder had saved her, and now he's an 
outcast, a 3rd class passenger. It was such an odd parallel.
	Jeffrey looked at her, "What to do? How to show my 
gratification? I know," he smiled. He turned to Mulder and 
looked at him condescendingly, sizing him up. "Perhaps you 
will join us for dinner tomorrow night. You can regale our 
group with your heroic tale!" He looked back to Scully, 
smiling. She just kept her eyes trained on Mulder. Her 
loyalties were with him, but she was submitting herself to 
this hypocrisy.
	"Sure, count me in," he said coldly to Jeffrey. 
Jeffrey must have obviously noticed it, but didn't say 
anything, simply turning around and wrapping an arm 
protectively around Scully. Her eyes were glued to Mulder 
and his to hers. There was something between them that both 
recognized but neither could understand. Only when Jeffrey 
forced her to walk did her eyes turn ahead of her and away 
from her savior.

******************

	Scully was escorted back to her cabin and then she was 
alone. She sighed as she looked around her stateroom. She 
was trying to get her bearings--this was 1912, she was on 
the Titanic, and it was going to sink in 3 days. As she ran 
her hands over the wood of the fireplace, a chill ran down 
her spine. The fabric of the couches was soft and velvety. 
This was real. It felt real. All of these things she had 
seen today she had only seen in magazines--in 12,000 feet 
of water covered in rust.
	Her heart speeded up as she realized the ship was 
going to sink and 1500 people were going to die. There had 
to be something she could do. Someone she could warn. Maybe 
if she could get them to slow the ship down or get them to 
turn earlier the whole disaster could be prevented.
	Scully sat down in front of a vanity mirror. Makeup, 
jewels, and music boxes surrounded her, elegance beyond her 
comprehension. She looked in the mirror at herself. Her 
hair was still red, but it was long and wavy, stretching 
halfway down her back. Her face was done up with heavy 
makeup, and her sparkling diamond earrings stood out among 
her clipped hair. 
	 A knock at the door startled her. Without giving 
permission to come in, the door opened. Jeffrey stood 
there, holding a large velvet box. He was in a robe, 
obviously ready for bed. Scully hadn't bothered to change. 
Her heart nearly stopped at seeing him. He was someone she 
loathed with all her being and now she was engaged to him.
	Her face twisted in distaste, but she tried to hide 
it. Jeffrey smiled a thin smile and walked toward her, 
closing the door behind him. 
	"I know you've been melancholy. I don't pretend to 
know why," he said softly, but in an offhanded manner. He 
stood in beside her, sitting on the vanity. "Your sister 
has been telling me that you've had some problems." He 
opened the box and Scully saw the largest blue diamond she 
had ever seen. It was at least four inches wide and an inch 
deep. It was shaped like a heart and had a small row of 
diamonds outlining it.
	"I was hoping this would help ease some of the pain."
	Scully was floored and she looked up at Spender, 
speechless. He looked at her, smiling at his gift. He 
pulled it off the velvet base and placed it around her 
neck. It was heavy and Scully gripped it with her hand, 
steadying it. She had never seen anything like it before 
in her life. Spender stood behind her, looking at the two 
of them in the mirror.
	"It's--It's overwhelming," was all that Scully 
managed to get out.
	"It's a diamond, the largest in the world. They call 
it the Heart of the Ocean." He was leaning behind her, his 
cheek to her cheek without touching. Spender smiled, 
pleased with himself. She sighed and he knelt down next 
to her, staring into her eyes.
	"I wish that you wouldn't turn away from me, Dana. I'm 
ready to give you the world, and all I ask for is your love 
and obedience. That's all..."
	She stared at herself in the mirror. He was the type 
that would cause pain and then give gifts to make up for 
it. This was his idea of love. Since she'd been here, she 
realized their relationship was cold and empty. There was 
no love. She was only his pretty fiance that would stay by 
his side and be quiet. If this was where she was stuck now, 
if she couldn't get back to her time, she didn't want to be 
with him. 

******************

	"Tell me about yourself, Mulder," Scully asked as they 
strolled along the deck the next morning. She was dressed 
in a yellow silk dress, embroidered with ornate designs. 
	Mulder held a leather book at his side, dressed in 
steerage garb, looking completely out of place next to the 
elegantly dressed Scully. 
	"Well, my parents died in a fire in Maryland when I 
was younger. The one thing that's kept me going is my 
sister."
	"She's with you on this ship?" Scully's carefully 
unkept hair was blowing in her face and she had to squint 
against the sun as she looked at Mulder. 
	Mulder's eyes turned sad, "No, she disappeared when I 
was only 10 and I've been looking for her ever since our 
parents died."
	Scully's heart leapt when she heard that. In 1999, 
Mulder's sister was missing--another odd parallel. "I'm so 
sorry, Mulder. I know more about how that feels than you 
think."
	Mulder looked at her, surprised. He was clearly 
enamoured with her. There was something about her that 
seemed so right, so familiar. Scully broke the silence.
	"I-I wanted to thank you for what you did. Not just 
for pulling me back over the rail, but for your 
discretion," Scully stuttered. This was hard for her. 
Mulder was her best friend back in her time and now she had 
to get to know him all over again in 1912.
	Mulder looked back at her with an equal amount of 
amazement, "You're welcome, Scully."
	Scully pursed her lips, frustrated at the questions 
hanging in the air between them. "Look," she blurted, "I 
know what you must be thinking. Why would someone who was 
as wealthy and prominent as me want to jump off a moving 
ship? When I told you about extreme possibilities, you 
thought I was nuts, right?"
	Mulder laughed and gripped a funnel cable, leaning 
into it. "Actually, no. You'd be amazed at the things I've 
seen. There's always a way out of anything, Scully," Mulder 
said, smiling reassuringly at her. "Only jumping off a ship 
isn't an option."
	Scully smiled, "I think it's odd that you call me by 
my last name. In this time it isn't allowed for a lady, is 
it?"
	Mulder's eyes narrowed as he had another sense of her 
familiarity, "For some reason I thought you wouldn't mind. 
I just had a feeling..." he trailed off. They couldn't take 
their eyes off each other. 
	"I don't mind! You don't have to be afraid to tell me 
anything," Scully exclaimed, trying to realize that this 
was the same Mulder but in a different time. He was 3rd 
class and it was scandalous for him to even talk with a 1st 
class passenger, let alone a woman. She looked down at her 
hands. "I just--I just feel like I'm somewhere I don't 
belong--in more ways than one." They had stopped walking 
and were standing at the railing, looking out to the 
endless horizon. It was in the middle afternoon already 
because Scully had spent all morning searching for him. The 
sun was beginning to set.
	Mulder was beside her, their arms touching. "You don't 
seem to me like a typical 1st class woman. You seem much 
more spirited than the rest."
	Scully smiled coyly, the irony hitting her. "You have 
no idea. I'm in a relationship I don't want to be in." She 
held out her hand to reveal a huge, sparkling diamond ring. 
"My engagement ring. The wedding is supposedly next month 
in New York."
	"Supposedly?" Mulder asked, taken aback. 
	Scully realized what she had just said and then 
clamped her mouth shut. "I'm just caught in something I 
don't want to be in." The double meanings to her words were 
hitting her hard. She didn't want to be in this dream and 
she didn't want to be trapped in her engagement to Spender.
	"Then don't be in it," Mulder stated simply. Scully 
looked up at him.
	"It's not that easy," Scully replied, looking out to 
the ocean. 
	Mulder's breath was near her face and Scully's heart 
was jumping. They had been this close in her time, but now 
it was different. She looked up at him and their eyes 
locked once again. It was so incredibly strange--she knew 
what was going on and he didn't. She knew who he was and he 
had just met her the previous night. Yet there was a strong 
shared attraction and she believed deep down he knew there 
was something more between them.
	"Tell me about this book," Scully asked, quickly 
changing the subject. As with her time, their attraction 
could never be consummated. They would always stay just 
friends. She slowly took the leather book from his arms and 
opened it, flipping through his sketches. She walked past 
him and sat on a deck chair. Mulder smiled after her. 
	"I'm an artist. I sketch portraits for a dime a piece 
everywhere I go."
	"A dime?" Scully smiled as she looked though the 
papers, which she had to hold down to keep from being blown 
away by the wind. They were various drawings of every kind 
of person, from small children playing to elderly women 
sitting at resturants.  "You're being cheated. Mulder, this
is exquisite work."
	Mulder chuckled and sat down beside her, "Oh, they 
didn't think too much of them in old Paree'. But in Santa 
Monica sometimes I could make a dollar a day. I guess 
people in America are much more vain."
	Scully looked up at him, "Paris? Santa Monica? You 
have gotten around. I'm impressed."
	"I use the travel to search for my sister. I've been 
all over the world," Mulder put his elbows on his legs, 
looking out over the rail. 
	Scully flipped some pages and came upon the first in 
the series of nude drawings of women, of all different 
races and sizes. "Well, well, well, Mulder. You do get 
around." Scully was almost laughing. "But they are 
wonderful drawings." She chuckled to herself realizing this 
was the 1912 manifestation of his 1999 pornography 
fascination. The idea of Mulder drawing nude women made her 
blush and laugh at the same time.
	"Every race, every culture. It gives a perspective 
that someone with money and security can't possibly 
comprehend. You begin to see people, to really see their 
true soul," Mulder looked back to Scully. "I see you."
	Scully cocked her head, intrigued. "And what do you 
see, Mr. Mulder?" she said formally, but teasingly.
	Mulder gave her a little smile. "That you don't belong 
here."

******************

	The sun was setting over the endless horizon. The 
magnificent display of colors was lost to Scully and 
Mulder, who stood at the deck rail, talking and laughing, 
absorbed in one another, as they had been for the whole 
day. 
	"Why can't I be like you, Mulder? Just head out for 
the horizon whenever I feel like it." Scully flung a hand 
in the direction of the ocean, frustrated and intrigued at 
the same time. "All the things you can do, all the places 
you can go--without any authority figure telling you how to 
live your life. It's amazing," Scully shook her head. It 
was just like the Mulder she knew. He never took orders. 
"I've always wanted to explore the world," her eyes fell to 
the swirling ocean below her. 
	"Hey, Scully, don't worry. You'll get your chance. 
We'll go the Santa Monica pier. The roller coaster there is 
amazing. Then we'll ride horses, right in the surf!"
	Scully was laughing, "We'll drink cheap beer, don't 
forget that!"
	"Dana!" a loud and angry female voice said behind her. 
Scully and Mulder whirled around to see Diana standing 
there, looking perfectly made up as usual. She was with a 
group of ladies, most of whom Scully didn't recognize. But 
one stuck out, a large lady with brown hair. It was clearly 
Molly Brown. Diana was not happy with her younger sister 
consorting with steerage trash. 
	"Will you introduce your," she looked him over 
condescendingly, "guest."
	Scully couldn't keep a glare off her face at Diana's 
attitude. "May I introduce Fox Mulder," she kept her tone 
casual and slightly cheerful. She knew how Diana felt about 
Mulder in the present day, and she wasn't going to let it 
happen again. The ladies with her, as she found out, were 
the Countess of Rothes, Molly Brown, and Madeline Astor. 
They were gracious and curious about him, delighted with 
his bravery of her rescue. Diana looked at him coldly and 
silently. Suddenly a loud trumpet could be heard all over 
the ship. Scully was confused about what it meant and she 
didn't move.
	"Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damn 
cattle recharge?" Molly laughed, trying to keep the mood 
light. Scully and Mulder laughed. Diana reached forward and 
lightly grabbed Scully's arm, taking her with her.
	"See you at dinner, Mr. Mulder," Scully said as Diana 
hustled her down the deck. 
	"Come along, Dana. We have to dress," Diana snapped, 
dragging her along.
	Scully looked back and saw Mulder talking with Molly 
Brown, arms spread wide. She shrugged and took his arm and 
they walked the other way together.

********************

	The dress was itching her badly. It was a black 
transparent dress covered in diamond and bead embroidery. 
The sleeves were short, only coming to the middle of her 
upper arms, but, with all period dresses, her cleavage was 
being pushed out the top. It had a long dress with a train, 
which she allowed to flow behind her. Trudy had put her 
hair up with a long comb-like clip studded with diamonds. 
Small tendrils hung down, only slightly covering the 
diamond earrings. The white gloves were long and silky. 
Diana had gone before her with Spender down to dinner. She 
was following behind them, desperate to separate herself. 
She didn't want to have anything to do with them if she 
didn't have to.
	Scully stepped into the foyer of the Grand Staircase. 
She had seen it countless times in books, but nothing 
compared to seeing it for real. It was exquisite. The glass 
dome was lit up brilliantly, highlighting the dark cherry 
wood. She stepped down the first flight and stood on the 
landing. A man at the bottom caught her eye. Diana and 
Spender passed him without so much as a nod, and he was 
left standing there with his hand out, looking foolish 
and out of place. He turned and Scully's heart leapt. 
	It was Mulder.
	He was dressed to the nines in a dinner tux. She 
didn't know where he had gotten it and she didn't care. A 
smile crept on his face as he saw her. His eyes were bright 
and excited, but he kept his composure. Scully slowly 
stepped down the stairs, mindful of her train. Mulder stood 
at the bottom, watching her. She stopped on the last step 
in front of him. Without a word, she raised her hand. 
Mulder took it and kissed it, then a smile broke on his 
face and he chuckled.
	"I saw that in a Nickelodeon once and I always wanted 
to do it."
	Scully laughed, still taking in the sight. She was 
having too much fun with this. Mulder raised his arm to her 
and she wrapped hers around his, stepping down to his 
level. Their eyes were locked and they were both smiling. 
They made their way to where Spender and Diana were talking 
to the Count and Countess. Scully reluctantly reached out a 
hand.
	"Darling," it made her sick to say it, "you remember 
Fox Mulder."
	Spender and Diana turned around and stopped, startled. 
Spender smiled while Diana remained cold. "Why, Mulder, you 
could almost pass for a gentleman." 
	Mulder gritted his teeth. "Almost."
	"Amazing," Spender smiled and Diana took his arm. They 
walked ahead of them to the stairs. Scully shook her head 
and looked to Mulder, who simply smiled back. They 
continued behind Spender and Diana, nodding to everyone 
formally. 
	They walked down the stairs to the D-deck landing 
where dinner was being served in the 1st class dining room. 
Ladies and gentleman milled around them, dressed in the 
finest clothing in the world, wearing the rarest jewels. 
Soft but cheerful violin music played around them as they 
walked through the double glass doors to the dining area. 
The band sat on a platform off to the side. 
	Mulder and Scully stopped and chatted with people that 
Scully identified through photos she had seen in books. She 
introduced Mulder to them and they accepted him graciously. 
They all knew who she was and complimented her for landing 
such a wonderful husband. Scully had to bite her tongue to 
stop a nasty comment about Spender. Mulder beside her was 
just smiling as they walked arm-in-arm through the 
magnificence around them.
 	Scully couldn't help but smile--she and Mulder 
pretending to be aristocrats. Mulder must have been as 
nervous as she was, but he never faltered. He was a born 
charmer, kissing the ladies hands and nodding to the 
gentleman. They just assumed he was an heir to a railroad 
fortune or the son of a steel giant. They treated him with 
respect as one of their own. 
	As they sat down, Scully noticed the person sitting on 
her left. She was taken aback and nearly fell over. Walter 
Skinner sat beside her, wearing a tuxedo like the rest of 
the men. He didn't notice her because he was engrossed in a 
notebook he was writing in. Spender's hand tightened on her 
arm.
	"Dana, are you okay?" Spender whispered in her ear. 
Scully nodded and tore her eyes from her FBI superior long 
enough to get herself seated.
	Scully was placed next to her fiance while Mulder was 
at the opposite side of the table next to Molly Brown. 
Spender pushed her seat in and sat down himself. Mulder 
smiled at her and Scully returned it. They were like a 
couple of kids among adults. They both recognized the 
ridiculousness of it all. 
	Diana continued to look at Mulder in disdain. The 
first course was served and the champagne flowed like 
water. Caviar came around the table, but Mulder refused it. 
She silently cursed Mulder for making her want to laugh 
around such seriousness. 
	"So how are the accommodations in steerage, Mr. 
Mulder? I hear they're quite good on this ship," Diana said 
as she daintily put a cracker with caviar in her mouth. 
	Scully's glare shot to her, but Diana ignored it.
	Mulder simply stared for a moment and then replied, 
"The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats." A laugh rose 
from the table. Scully let out the breath she'd been 
holding. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
	"Mr. Mulder is joining us from the 3rd class this 
evening," Spender explained. "He was of some assistance to 
my fiance last night."
	Scully didn't want the subject to come up so she 
quickly brought up another. "It seems that Mr. Mulder is 
quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of 
his work today." She was slowly getting used to acting in 
this Edwardian society. Impeccable manners were all that 
was required.
	"Where do you live, Mr. Mulder?" Diana was beginning 
to grill him.
	"Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic, but 
after that I'm on God's good humor," Mulder replied. The 
salad was served at that moment, but instead of eating 
Diana continued to attempt to tear him down.
	"And you find that sort of rootless existence 
appealing, do you?" her voice was cold.
	But Mulder was ready for her. "Well, yes ma'am I do. 
I like not knowing what I'm going to do when I wake up 
in the morning or who I'm going to meet. Life is full of 
impossibilities and adventurous experiences. You just have 
to learn to take advantage of them. Last week I was sleeping 
under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the 
world having champagne with you fine people!" The entire 
table laughed and he continued after he had had a sip. "I 
figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You 
never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. You have 
to make each day count." 
	Molly Brown raised her glass in a salute. "Well said, 
Fox."
	"Here, here!" Colonel Gracie exclaimed from the other 
end of the round table.
	Scully raised her glass, beaming from ear to ear. "To 
making it count."
	Everyone raised his or her glass gladly. "To making it 
count!"
	Scully and Mulder's eyes met and they smiled. They 
were communicating on a level that was not obvious to 
anyone else there--except for maybe Diana. 
	"So, Thomas, how long are you going to write in that 
little notebook? You've already made the grandest ship in 
the world," Bruce Ismay said, sipping from his glass. 
Scully narrowed her eyes and suddenly realized that Bruce 
Ismay heavily resembled Alex Krycek except for a dark 
mustache and darker hair.
 	All eyes turned to the man beside her--Walter Skinner. 
Scully stared at him in wonder. In this dream or fantasy or 
whatever it was, he was Thomas Andrews, the ship's builder.
	Skinner smiled. "Everything must be perfect for the 
White Star Line."
	Ismay chuckled from the other side of the table. 
"Thomas knows every rivet in her, don't you, Thomas?"
	Skinner laughed. "All three million of them!"
	A while later, the conversation had changed rapidly 
from subject to subject, politics to gossip, clothing to 
business. During all of it, Scully kept silent, unsure of 
what to say when she was so grossly out of place. Mulder 
offered his opinion on occasion, but other than that they 
spent most of the dinner looking at one another. After 
Molly had finished telling a particularly hilarious story 
about her husband, the men stood up.
	"Join me in a brandy, gentleman?" Colonel Gracie 
asked. In response, several men stood up, leaning down to 
the ladies, pushing in their chairs. Mulder stood up as 
well. 
	"Will you join us, Mulder? You certainly don't want to 
stay out here with the women, do you?" John Jacob Astor 
asked him, taking his hand to shake it.
	Mulder looked to Scully. "No, thanks. I've got to be 
heading back." 
	Spender came up to him and took his hand, gripping it 
a little too tightly. "It's best. It will be all business 
and politics. That sort of thing--it wouldn't interest 
you." He smiled and headed off. Mulder stared after him, a 
hard look on his face. He turned to Scully, who was still 
sitting. She looked up at him hopefully. He was the only 
salvation in this den of thieves.
	"Mulder, must you go?"
	Mulder smiled, "Time for me to go row with the other 
slaves." He leaned down and took her hand again, kissing 
it. He shoved something into her hand. "Goodnight, Scully," 
he nearly whispered. Scully smiled and her eyes stayed on 
him as he walked in between the tables, meandering to the 
stairs. She felt Diana's eyes searing into her back, but 
she didn't care. Scully opened her hand and found a small 
piece of paper in it. Looking around her to see if anyone 
else was looking, she opened it and saw written on it: 
	"Make it count. Meet me at the clock."

******************

	Scully stood at the base of the Grand Staircase. There 
was soft conversation around her and the violin music had 
stopped. She spotted Mulder at the landing, staring up at 
the great clock as if softly struck the hour. 
	She took a deep breath and went up the sweeping 
staircase. As she approached, Mulder turned around, a smile 
on his face. 
	"So, you want to go to a real party?"

******************

	The third class general room was alive with raucous 
Irish music. Laughter surrounded her as Scully sat at a 
small table, a large glass of beer in front of her. Dancing 
coupled swung around her, oblivious to any danger that 
awaited them. There was brawling, smoking, drinking, and an 
incredible sense of happiness around her. 
	Scully lifted the glass of beer and took a long swig. 
She set it down and clapped with the lively band. Scully 
glanced at them and started. There, playing bagpipes and 
other Irish instruments, were the Lone Gunman. The three of 
them were dressed in dirty steerage clothes, but their 
faces were unmistakable. 
 	The rowdiness around her was making her laugh as she 
watched Mulder dancing with a young girl of about 8. The 
music ended and he leaned down to her. "I'm going to dance 
with her now, alright?" Mulder held out his hand to her and 
Scully froze. 
	"What?"
	She remembered the Cher concert in her time--when he 
had taken her into his arms. She had been terrified, but 
when he had looked at her in that club, she knew there was 
something between them. Scully suddenly realized that this 
whole experience was giving her a chance to explore her 
feelings. Maybe that was the point.
	"Come on!" Mulder was laughing and he finally reached 
over and pulled her up beside him. "Come with me!"
	Scully's heart was accelerating so much she thought it 
might leap off her chest. She raised her eyes to his, 
slightly sheepish. "But I don't know the steps!"
	Mulder was laughing as he slid his arm around her 
waist and he took her other hand in his. Their eyes met 
again and an electrifying energy passed between them. 
"Neither do I, Scully! Just go with it!"
	The music started and they took off. Scully was never 
much of a dancer and it was hard for her, but she began to 
move with his rhythm. 
	"Mulder, this is nuts!" she yelled, but she was 
squealing in glee.
	"I know! Just don't think!"
	They spun around the room, weaving in and out of 
couples, dancing faster and faster. He tightened their 
embrace as they shifted direction. She was half-heartedly 
yelling at him to stop, but he ignored her, forcing her to 
get into it. Scully's hair was falling out of its clip, 
spilling around her face and clinging to the sweat on her 
forehead. But Mulder didn't seem to care. They just kept 
going.
	Mulder pulled away and Scully was momentarily 
disappointed, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her with 
him. They climbed some stairs and found themselves on a 
platform. Scully looked around her, but then back to 
Mulder. Mulder slicked back his hair and began to move in a 
jig, his dinner shoes clicking like tap shoes against the 
hard wooden floor. He stopped and looked at her, a cocky 
smile on his face.
	In response, Scully threw off her high heels. Fox 
Mulder was not going to outdo her. She began to move her 
stocking feet similarly, eliciting claps and cheers from 
the 3rd class dancers who had never seen someone from the 
1st class party with them before.  She looked up at Mulder, 
challenging him.
	He immediately began to jig, except faster and with 
twirls. Scully started in right after him, outdoing him 
with more twirls and more fancy footwork. Mulder clapped 
and laughed as Scully danced before him. She stopped and he 
grabbed her hands, twirling her around with him at arm's 
length. Their hands were tightly holding one another's, for 
if they let go they could tumble off the platform. Feet 
together, they twirled, looking like a spinning bowl.
	Scully was on an emotional high. She was dancing 
wildly with Fox Mulder, the man she cared for, trusted, and 
respected the most in the world. It was completely free and 
unconfined, allowing her emotions to pour out as she 
wished. Laughing and squealing with joy, Scully collapsed 
laughing into his arms, landing so that it seemed they were 
in a dip. He stood over her, sweating and laughing. Their 
eyes locked again as they stood in this precarious 
position, so close they could--
	But someone grabbed his arm and pulled him along. 
Mulder grabbed her hand and brought her with him. They were 
line dancing, weaving their way around the crowd, through 
it, with it. Scully was giggling and laughing like a little 
girl, her hair flying wildly around her, her dress stained 
and covered in sweat. Mulder looked back at her as the line 
grew in length. It seemed to be slow motion as they laughed 
and moved hand-in-hand through the large room.
	No one noticed the CSM, Spender's valet, watching them 
from the stairs to the deck, his eyes narrowing and his 
grip tightening angrily on the railing.

******************

	Scully sat silently at the breakfast table on their 
private Promenade Deck. Spender was across from her, 
chewing his food slowly, like he was trying to calm himself 
down. She stirred her tea and looked up slowly at him. He 
was truly angry--his eyes were as red as her robe. 
	"You must've been extremely tired last night, Dana," 
Spender said, his voice low and accusing.
	Scully looked up at him and realized that he knew 
about the party the previous night. No doubt he found out 
from the CSM. Scully shook her head. Even in 1912 he was a 
scoundrel. Spender was furious. "You will never behave like 
that again, Dana. Do I make myself clear?"
	Scully set down the cup and stared at him right in the 
eyes. She was not going to be pushed around by a man--she 
didn't care if it was the early twentieth century values. 
It wasn't fair and she wasn't going to take it.
	"I'm not a foreman in one of your mills that you can 
command. I'm a free woman with a mind of my own. I will do 
what I please and if I doesn't please you than you can go 
to hell," Scully's voice was hard and just as angry as his 
was. Spender's eyes widened. That a woman--let alone his 
fiance--would talk to him like that was incomprehensible. 
He quickly stood up, and with an angry heave threw the 
table away from between them, causing it to crash to the 
floor, scattering plates and dishes and silverware all over 
the deck.
	"You will never talk to me like that again, Dana!" he 
roared, causing her to shrink back. He leaned in, towering 
over her sitting form. "If you ever dare raise your voice 
to me or make another disobedient comment like that again, 
you will deeply regret it." His voice became low and 
vicious. "Because I will not be made a fool out of, Dana. 
Not by you or anyone." With a glare he whipped around and 
stalked off the deck.

******************

	Scully was as silent as a stone in the first class 
dining room. Smaller tables had been set up for morning tea 
and women and children drinking and gossiping surrounded 
her. She sat at a table with Diana and two other women, the 
Countess of Rothes and Lady Duff Gordon. Diana was 
discussing the upcoming wedding, cutting down Scully 
without giving her a chance to respond. She had done worse 
earlier in the day--ordering Scully to stay away from 
Mulder. Scully had responded by walking out of the room.
	"And then there's the bridesmaids gowns. Let me tell 
you what an odyssey that has been! Dana can't decide what 
color she wants, but she's leaning toward colors that I 
absolutely detest!" Diana sighed, sipping her tea. Scully 
was fuming, her face cold and emotionless. People didn't 
change; this experience was proof of it. Diana and 
Spender were just as demoralized and wicked as they were in 
1999. They were working together to trap Scully into an 
engagement that she didn't want. She didn't love Spender. 
She detested him. From what she had gathered, Diana had 
taken over as her guardian when their parents had died in 
1910 and she had the power to force her into this marriage. 
Scully couldn't figure out why she just didn't marry him 
herself. 
	She looked over to the other table and saw Captain 
Smith and Bruce Ismay conversing intensely. Scully's heart 
leapt. The Titanic was going to sink tonight. This was her 
last chance if she was going to try and stop it. 
	"Excuse me, ladies," Scully smiled politely and stood 
up. She was wearing a long blue velvet dress coat over a 
white dress with a beaded bodice. It was cumbersome and 
heavy, so trying to move gracefully was a problem. 
	"But, Dana, you haven't finished your tea!" Diana 
objected in a highly annoyed tone. Scully smiled sweetly 
down to her, but her eyes were daggers.
	"I'm sorry, but I must talk with someone," Scully 
replied tightly. She walked across the room and up to the 
Captain and the owner of the White Star Line. They looked 
up and smiled, standing up for the lady. She smiled and 
nodded her head respectfully.
	"Miss Scully, to what do I owe this unexpected 
pleasure?" the Captain said, his voice gruff, but friendly.
	"Sir, I couldn't help overhearing that you want to 
light the last four boilers," Scully began, realizing that 
she was going to sound strange.
	The two men exchanged a glance and smiled at her, 
slightly condescending. "And why would a lady concern 
herself with such mechanical matters?" Bruce Ismay replied.
	"Because this ship is going through an ice field and 
if you light the last four boilers it will be going too 
fast. There's a strong possibility you could hit an iceberg 
and damage the ship," Scully explained slowly, trying to 
sound intellectual.
	The Captain laughed and took her gloved hand. "My 
lady, you have nothing to worry about. This ship is built 
for speed and safety. There is no danger of the Titanic 
sinking!" 
	Bruce Ismay laughed as well. "The Titanic sink? Why, 
this is a truly unsinkable ship! It's preposterous!"
	The two men continued to chuckle while Scully's face 
turned red. She had forgotten that a woman's opinion meant 
nothing. They were not educated and not even allowed to 
vote yet. They probably thought she was talking crazy, that 
she was a hyperactive woman.
	"Miss Scully, I can promise you that you have nothing 
to worry about. This ship is as sound as a steel building. 
May I escort you somewhere?" Captain Smith offered his arm.
	Scully smiled and shook her head. "No thank you, 
Captain. I can take care of myself." She turned on her heel 
and stalked up the D-Deck Grand Staircase. This society was 
so backwards--no one would believe a woman. She thought of 
Mulder. He would believe her. Then Scully shook her head. 
This was not the same Fox Mulder who worked at the FBI, who 
worked on the X-Files, who believed in time travel and 
alternate universes. She had to forget about him and try to 
find some other way to stop the ship. Her heart accelerated 
when she thought of him. They had shared something special 
the past two days--especially last night, when they had 
kicked off their shoes and danced until the wee hours of 
the morning. They had come within inches of kissing. She 
shook her head again as she climbed the Grand Staircase. 
She stopped and looked at the great clock, which depicted 
honor and glory. It softly struck 11:00 AM.
	Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at the splendor 
and wealth around her. In less than 12 hours all of it 
would be at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, in 12,000 
feet of water, rusting for eternity. Scully saw innocent 
people milling around, completely ignorant of their fate. 
From her place on the landing, she could see the greatest 
feature of the ship--the Grand Staircase and the A-Deck 
landing. It was ornately designed and extremely beautiful. 
She had only seen it in pictures, but they didn't do it 
justice. Scully's eyes went up to the incredible glass 
dome. Water would come crashing through it as the ship took 
its final plunge.
	She lowered her head and continued up the stairs to 
the boat deck entrance. A steward opened the door for her, 
nodding respectfully. The warm sea air hit her instantly, 
refreshing her and evaporating the tears that had fallen on 
her cheeks. Gulls flew overhead. Many people were milling 
on the deck, strolling or lounging in deck chairs. A hand 
touched her arm and she whirled around. 
	Mulder was standing there, dressing in a top hat and a 
long black overcoat. Something told her they weren't his, 
but she didn't care. He took her arm and pulled her with 
him into the gymnasium. Their eyes darted around to make 
sure no one was around--especially Spender, Diana, or the 
CSM. She didn't need another explosion by any of them. 
	Just looking at him made her heart sink. Mulder was a 
third class male. He had basically a zero chance of 
survival. She couldn't be distracted with him anyway. Her 
priorities were with trying to save the ship. She had to 
somehow stop this ship from sinking. 1500 lives were on the 
line. She shook her head and started past him out of the 
room. "Mulder, I can't see you. It's just impossible."
	"Wait, Scully, please just listen--" Mulder pleaded, 
trying to stop her. He grabbed her arm and she turned, 
being pressed against the wall, trapped. He took a deep 
breath, trying to find the right words. "You're the most 
wonderful woman I've ever met, Scully. You have this 
strength, this fire, that I can't resist. Ever since I 
met you, I knew there was something different about you, 
but I couldn't put a finger on it. You're not like them, 
Scully, and you're letting them take advantage of you."
	Scully was floored. Fox Mulder was telling her this. 
Her jaw hung open and she was stunned into silence. He 
sighed and his eyes locked with hers again, probing them 
for any sign of reciprocation.
	"Mulder," she began, choosing her words carefully, "I 
can't deny that I care for you, but it's just impossible 
for us to be together." She was not only talking with the 
Mulder from 1912, but also the Mulder from 1999. "I will 
always care for you deeply, but with our jobs we just can't 
do it. It wouldn't be right."
	Mulder was slightly taken aback. "What does our jobs 
have to do with anything?"
	Scully shook her head, flinging her arm, "Never mind 
about that, but you know what I mean, Mulder. It's just not 
in our best interests. It's not up to you to save me, 
Mulder. It's never been."
	Mulder leaned down, his hand touching her cheek 
softly. Scully's heart began to beat faster. "I don't care 
about our best interests. I'm not going to deny my 
feelings anymore. I don't care if I have to go to the ends 
of the earth to get you, Scully..."
	Scully was weak, her knees buckling beneath her. 
Mulder HAD gone to the ends of the Earth for her. She 
couldn't resist him--she never could. He was such a large 
part of her life, but at the moment there were more 
important things she had to do--like save the lives of 1500 
people. 
	"I don't care about Jeffrey Spender or your sister," 
Mulder said. "I know I have nothing to offer you--I don't 
own anything, I don't have any money. I can only give you 
my heart, Scully, if you'll let me."
	Scully pushed his hand from her face, fighting 
temptation. "It's not them, Mulder. It's something more 
important. If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
	Mulder took a step back, allowing her to breathe. 
"Why can't you be honest with me?"
	Scully squeezed her eyes shut. "I was afraid of this. 
I'm sorry, Mulder, but all I can give you is my word. I 
just can't be with you now, not like this. I'm sorry." She 
turned and walked out of the room back onto the deck, 
leaving Mulder frustrated in her wake.

*****************

	Lunchtime was in the late afternoon. It was in a large 
sunroom off the boat deck with large bay windows. Scully 
between Diana and Jeffrey, both of them keeping their eyes 
on her like hawks. They didn't want her out of their sight 
for the rest of the day. Various famous history figures sat 
with them at the large center table--Thomas Andrews, Bruce 
Ismay, and Molly Brown. They were chatting and talking 
about the ship.
	"Who thought of the name Titanic? Was is you, Bruce?" 
Molly asked, laughing. 
	"Why, yes, actually," Bruce Ismay smiled and nodded 
his head. "I wanted to convey size, stability, luxury, and 
above all, strength." 
	"You have a fantastic ship, Mr. Andrews," Diana 
smiled, sipping her tea. Skinner smiled and blushed 
slightly. In this parallel world, he was slightly shy and 
very modest. 
	"I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. 
Ismay's. He envisioned a ship so grand in scale and so 
luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would 
never be challenged. And here she is," Skinner said, 
patting the table.
	Scully had been forced to sit quietly and properly, 
but her mind was reeling. These people were so wrapped up 
in what they could do that they didn't consider any 
possibilities--like if the ship sank. They patted 
themselves on the back and selfishly assumed that 
everything was going to be okay. 
	"Mr. Andrews, I noticed that there were few lifeboats 
on this ship. I did the sum in my head and there are not 
enough for everyone aboard," Scully spoke up in a strong 
challenging voice.
	All heads turned to her. "Why, yes, Dana. You miss 
nothing do you?" Skinner smiled. "I actually put in a new 
type of davit that would take another row of boats, 
doubling the amount. But some thought that the deck would 
look too cluttered," his voice was slightly upset. 
	"This ship doesn't need more boats," Jeffrey spoke up. 
"It's a waste of deck space as it is."
	"Nothing is a waste of deck space when it could save 
lives," Scully replied fiercely. 
	Spender's angry look trained on her, telling her 
silently to not speak any further. "Sweet pea, you're not 
making any sense. This is an unsinkable ship!" He turned to 
everyone else and let out a laugh. "I apologize for my 
fiance. She doesn't know about such matters. She doesn't 
think before she speaks." 
	Scully's glare shot to him. He looked at her, his eyes 
angry that she had spoken up about such a "stupid" 
observation. She narrowed her eyes. How could she have 
blown off Mulder and instead stayed with these egotistical 
hypocrites? What was she thinking?
  	"Have you ever thought that nothing is exempt from the 
hand of God?" Scully snapped, her voice rising, "That this 
ship could sink and that because of your ignorance hundreds 
of people could die? None of you are gods. You don't have 
the control you think you do."
	The entire table was in a shocked silence. Scully 
quickly got up from the table and stalked out of the 
lounge. She was going to leave this life behind and find 
Mulder. He was the one person who truly cared about her. Now 
she knew where her priorities were.

******************

	The sun was setting slowly on the horizon, lighting 
the sky on fire with brilliant shades of pink and orange. 
Scully's white and gold shawl was flapping in the wind as 
she hurried along the deck to find Mulder. Dinner was going 
to start soon and when she didn't show up they might 
finally realize she was leaving for good.
	Scully stopped at the A-deck stairs on the boat deck 
and looked out to the front of the ship. A small figure 
stood at the bow, leaning against the railing, deep in 
thought. Scully took a deep breath and slowly walked down 
the stairs and up to the bow. As she approached she 
confirmed that it was Mulder. He was silent, looking down 
into the water, obviously upset.
	"Hello, Mulder."
	Mulder whirled around and saw her. Immediately a smile 
broke on his face. He was relieved to see her.
	Scully was so open and free. Her hair was blowing 
wildly about her face, her cheeks were red with the chill 
wind, and eyes were sparkling.
	"I changed my mind," she said, smiling back. Mulder 
straightened up and continued to gaze at her, silent.
	"I've realized that-" she started.
	"Shh," he put a finger to his lips. Scully closed her 
mouth and gave him a puzzled look. He held out his hand to 
her. "Give me your hand."
	Scully stepped toward him slowly, reaching out her 
hand to take his. Mulder's eyes were locked with hers. They 
couldn't tear them away. He placed a hand on her waist and 
leaned in close to her face.
	"Close your eyes, Scully."
	She did and he turned her to face forward, the way the 
ship was going. He pressed her gently to the rail, standing 
right behind her. 
	"Step up."
	She lifted her feet and placed them on the rail as 
Mulder helped to boost her up. 
	"Hold onto the rail. Keep your eyes closed," he warned 
teasingly. "Don't peek."
	"I'm not," Scully replied, a confused and curious 
smile on her face.
	Mulder got up behind her, his feet next to hers, 
keeping her firmly in place so she wouldn't fall. Then he 
took her two hands and raised them until she was standing 
with her arms outstretched on either side--like wings. 
Scully was smiling, going along with him. 
	"Do you trust me?" Mulder asked softly.
	"I trust you," Scully replied without hesitation. She 
trusted him with her life. He placed his hands on her waist 
to steady her.
	"Now open your eyes," Mulder whispered into her ear. 
	Scully opened them and gasped. There was nothing but 
water ahead of her. She and Mulder were soaring, as if 
there were no ship under them. The sun setting in the 
distance gave off brilliant colors of pink and orange, 
creating a truly surreal scene. Scully was convinced this 
was a dream. Real life was not this electrifying. There was 
only wind through their hair, lifting her up and into the 
sky like a bird--free and exalted. 
	"Mulder, I'm flying!" she gasped. She leaned forward 
and arched her back, closing her eyes. It was exhilarating, 
floating above the ocean into heaven. And it was just the 
two of them. No one or no event in the world could 
interfere with this moment. For those few minutes, Scully 
didn't care if the Titanic sank. She was with Mulder and 
she was letting go of her whole life--all of her troubles 
and tragedies. They were dissolving away into this paradise 
with only the two of them. Scully closed her eyes and 
leaned back, her back pressing against Mulder's chest. 
	"Joy to the world, to all the boys and girls. Joy to 
the fishes in the deep blue sea, Joy to you and me..." he 
softly sang in her ear, a huge beaming smile on his face. 
Scully laughed softly, remembering when she sang that to 
Mulder one night in a forest. Her eyes were glued to the 
eternal ocean before her. This was a feeling she had never 
experienced before--and she was with Mulder. She was lifted 
forward on a magical journey. 
	Exhilaration coursed through her body, causing her to 
shudder. Mulder's body was pressed tightly against hers to 
steady her. Never in six years had they been this intimate. 
He raised his arms so they were outstretched behind hers. 
His hands met hers, their fingertips gently touching and 
then they intertwined. Scully's heart was racing as their 
fingers caressed each other's. Mulder tipped his face 
forward into her blowing hair, drowning himself in her. His 
cheek touched her ear.
 	Scully turned her head around until their lips were 
inches away. She lowered their entwined arms and turned 
further into him. Their eyes met and Scully was sure this 
was right. After six years, they both deserved this. They 
couldn't deny their feelings any longer. It was inevitable.
	They both leaned in to each other, their lips meeting 
gently, tenuously. Scully went limp, surrendering herself 
to him for the first time in six years. Mulder's lips set 
her soul on her fire, lifting her up farther than the wind 
ever could. Their first kiss was slow, but the passion was 
building until they were completely absorbed in one another 
and nothing could have torn them apart. Mulder and the ship 
seemed to merge into one force of power and optimism, 
lifting her, soaring onward into a night without fear.

******************
	
	Scully opened the door to her and Diana's suite, 
glancing around her to make sure the CSM wasn't around. He 
reported everything to Spender and knew he had been 
assigned to watch her. She could only imagine Spender's 
rage at her outburst at lunch, but she was only coming back 
to the suite for one reason. It didn't matter to her if she 
never saw him again.
	Mulder looked around the exquisite room, amazed at 
wealth beyond his comprehension. Scully hustled around, 
lighting lamps and candles. "How much light do you need?" 
she asked.
	Mulder turned around, confused. "What?"
	"Don't artists need good light?" Scully asked, piling 
some pillows on the small divan that was sitting in the 
center of the room.
	Mulder smiled, "Zat is true, but I'm not used to 
working in such horrible conditions!" he said in a heavy 
fake Italian accent. Scully laughed and went into Spender's 
bedroom. A large safe stood in the closet. She began to 
work at the combination, trying to remember it from when 
she saw Spender put the Heart of the Ocean back in its case 
two nights ago. Mulder stood behind her, watching in 
fascination. Scully finally cracked the safe open and took 
out a large velvet case. She opened it and grabbed the huge 
blue diamond, discarding the box. Mulder whistled as she 
held it up to him.
	"Wow, Scully, that's some rock!" he breathed, 
examining it in the light.
	"It's a diamond, a very rare diamond from what I 
understand," Scully explained. She looked to Mulder and 
then back at the Heart of the Ocean. "Mulder, I want you 
to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this."
	"Alright."
	"Wearing ONLY this."
	Mulder's gaze turned sharply to her, his eyes wide 
with shock.

******************
	
	Scully had disappeared into her bedroom while Mulder 
arranged the couch. He piled several pillows and dragged it 
to the middle of the room, into the better light. His 
leather sketchbook and tools were lying on a table. He 
spread out the cloth holder and removed a thin piece of 
lead. As he was scraping it for precision, the door to 
Scully's bedroom opened. 
	She was standing there in a gold and black kimono 
robe, holding her hands modestly over her breasts. The 
butterfly clips holding her hair had been removed, allowing 
it to fall freely down her back. A serious and determined 
look was on her face as she leaned against the doorway. 
Mulder was speechless, simply staring at her.
	Scully took a deep breath. This was the moment of 
truth. She was going to reveal herself completely to 
Mulder, bear her deepest emotions. For a long time this was 
incomprehensible, but today everything had changed. She was 
ready now, and she truly believed if anyone could capture 
her soul on paper, it was Mulder. He knew her better than 
anyone else in the world--in this world and in 1999. In 
every world where they were together, he would be her true 
soulmate.
	"The last thing I need is a picture of me looking like 
a porcelain doll," Scully smiled coyly and stepped closer, 
the light illuminating her features even more. "And as a 
paying customer," she tossed a dime into his lap, eliciting 
a grin from him, "I expect to get what I want." 
	Scully stepped back and took a deep breath, her heart 
pounding mercilessly. She slowly and carefully removed the 
robe, allowing it to fall off of her body and onto the 
floor. 
	It was done. There was no turning back now. Mulder was 
so stricken Scully had to suppress laughter. She had never 
seen him this nervous and jumpy before. He shrunk in his 
seat, speechless, eyes wide. Scully was silent, allowing 
him to take it all in. She had taken the first step and now 
he had to take the other.
	He took a deep breath and pointed with a shaking hand 
to the divan. "Over on the bed--err, the couch."
 	Scully tried to suppress a smile, but it didn't work. 
She slowly sat on the sofa, spreading herself out like a 
cat. She lay partly on her side, facing him. One hand was 
over her head and the other flopped beside her face onto a 
pillow. 
	"Bring your leg up just a little bit," Mulder 
directed, his artist mode kicking in. 
	"Turn just a little bit more towards me."
	Scully adjusted herself to his instructions, tilting 
her head down slightly. Mulder took a deep, nervous breath 
and brought the sketchbook up closer to him. Though he was 
shaking, he began to draw with confident strokes. He drew 
her arms, shading darkly between her head and her upper 
arm. Mulder simply drew as it came to him, shading and 
lightening, brushing the lead across the paper and using 
his finger to darken areas. Her fingers were long and 
delicate, lying still against the throw pillow her head 
rested on. The Heart of the Ocean lay on her chest, the 
dark blue appearing almost black in the light of the lamp. 
Her nakedness only accentuated her vulnerability, as it 
showed her chest moving up and down slowly with each 
breath, giving her life. Her legs were pressed together, 
curled at the knee and tucked behind her since they 
couldn't fit on the couch. Her long, bright red hair 
spilled onto her arms, contrasting starkly to the whiteness 
of her skin in the bright light. Everything was perfect. 
This moment would live with both of them for the rest of 
their lives. 
	As Mulder drew, Scully remained silent as her eyes 
intently watched him. He was furiously moving the pencil, 
shading and filling in. His eyes looked at her from above 
the paper. This was an image of Mulder that Scully would 
carry with her for the rest of her life. After this 
experience, Scully realized that her relationship with 
Mulder would never be the same. When she returned to her 
time, she would tell Mulder exactly how she felt. Nothing 
would be held back anymore.
	An amazing pencil drawing of Scully began to emerge 
from the paper. It was crude in a way, but it revealed 
everything. Her determined eyes, her heart-shaped face, and 
her delicate position--they all pieced together the picture 
that was Dana Scully. Her feminine essence leapt off the 
paper and right into Mulder's heart. Her eyes radiated an 
incredible energy; her hands were delicate but strong. He 
stopped and stared at the work of art before him. It was 
perfect in every way. Somehow, he had managed to capture 
Scully as she truly was--as he had never known her. It was 
the most beautiful thing he had ever done.

******************

	Scully examined the drawing from over Mulder's 
shoulder. The kimono was back on and her anxiousness had 
caused her to hover over him as he put the finishing 
touches on his masterpiece. Mulder sighed and put the 
initials F.M. with the date, April 14, 1912 on the bottom. 
Scully was as giddy as a schoolgirl, grinning from ear to 
ear at their accomplishment.
	She was dressed within a matter of minutes. Mulder 
stood at the window of the Promenade Deck, looking out into 
the cold night. He came back in just in time to meet Scully 
coming from her bedroom. Suddenly there was a knock at the 
door. A deep angry voice called out, "Miss Dana? Are you in 
here?" It was the CSM. Scully grabbed Mulder's hand and 
pulled him with her through the rooms of the suite, landing 
in her sister's bedroom. She silently closed the door 
behind them as the CSM broke into the suite. 
	Mulder opened the door to the hall and they darted 
out, but immediately slowed to not seem out of place. 
Scully nodded to some people she knew, but they kept on 
moving, anxious to get away. 
	"Hey!" Spender's voice roared from down the hall. He 
was with the CSM and they were running toward Scully and 
Mulder. Spender had obviously figured out that she didn't 
want to be with him anymore. 
	"Run!" Scully yelled and she and Mulder took off like 
rockets down the hallway, darting around the B-Deck stairs 
and toward the lifts, one of which was about to close. 
Spender and the CSM gave chase. 
	"Wait!" Mulder yelled to the lift operator, who let 
them through. He closed the gates quickly and the lift 
descended at Spender and CSM crashed against it. Spender 
slammed on the gates, helpless. 
	"Dana, come back here!" he yelled, but it was 
fruitless.
	They watched him disappear as they went down. Despite 
the situation, Scully cracked a smile at the irony. She 
began to giggle at having outrun the most pursued man of 
their careers as FBI agents. This was all so surreal. 
Scully was just waiting to wake up. The gates opened at E-
Deck and Scully and Mulder stumbled out, nearly crashing 
into a steward with a dinner cart. They slipped past him 
and continued down the halls, trying to hide themselves in 
the meandering passages. One good point was that Spender 
wouldn't set foot in these 3rd class areas. He would send 
his valet, the CSM, to do it. Then they would only be 
outrunning one of them.
	They ran up more stairs, Scully holding tightly to 
Mulder's hand. He knew this area better than she did. This 
was where he was living. Scully couldn't help the huge 
smile on her face. This was completely mad. She was 
running hand-in-hand with her partner of six years through 
the halls of Titanic. Mulder had a goofey grin on his face, 
also struck by the ludicrousy of the situation. But Scully 
was not afraid. She had let him lead her for six years. 
She trusted him with her life. This was pure freedom, 
nothing like she had ever experienced before. Even the 
feel of her long white dress swishing around her legs made 
her ecstatic. Their whole lives had changed in the course 
of a few days. He led her up more stairs and finally hit 
a door. They burst through it, landing in the chilly night 
air. 
	Scully couldn't take it anymore and she began to 
laugh, doubling over in hysterics. This was ridiculous, 
completely mad. There was no logic to it. They were 
spinning because Scully had not let go of his hand and 
she had stepped ahead of him, her long white dress 
flapping in the wind. Mulder began to laugh as well as 
he brought her to him, their breath clouds mingling in 
the chilly air. But neither of them was cold. Scully's 
laughter began to fade as she tried to turn the moment 
serious. A smile broke on her face as he brought a hand 
up to her sweaty cheek. 
	"Mulder," Scully began, her heart was pounding 
with excitement and hope, "I love you more than 
anything. I want to be with you.  This is where I belong.
Not with Spender or Diana or anyone else. This is where 
I want to be."
	"This is crazy, Scully. We're insane," Mulder said 
quietly, unable to keep a grin off his face.
	"I know!" Scully replied happily. "None of this 
makes sense. But that's why I trust it. This is what's 
right."
	"When I said that you didn't belong here, I was 
wrong," Mulder said. "You do belong here, Scully--with 
me. Just like this. Just the two of us." He leaned down 
and they kissed once again, intensely, expressing emotion 
kept pent up for six years. Joy was radiating from her body.
Deep down she believed Mulder felt that way too. Scully's 
thoughts were jumping from one happy thought to the next. 
This man had shown her the truth. He had opened up her 
heart to bring out her deepest emotions. No one else could 
touch her soul the way he could. Her heart was racing with 
love. Fox Mulder was her key to true freedom. She wasn't 
going to let him go this time. They were going to be 
together now.
	Then suddenly the spell was radically broken.
	The ship began to shudder violently under their feet. 
They broke their kiss and looked around, almost unable to 
stand. A loud bell could be heard from high above. Scully 
looked up and saw the lookouts yelling frantically. The she 
saw it. 
	A massive iceberg passing inches from the ship. It was 
larger than Scully had ever anticipated, looming above them 
like a death knell. A huge section passed by them and 
scraped the side of the ship. She was paralyzed as she 
watched it glide past them, her eyes wide and horror-
stricken.
	"Get back!" Mulder cried as huge and deadly chunks of 
ice came tumbling down. He grabbed her arm and pulled her 
back with him.
	They jumped out of the way just in time for the ice to 
crash on the deck where they had just been standing. Scully 
and Mulder stared in shock at the iceberg as it passed. She 
cried out and realized that she had done nothing. The 
Titanic was going to sink anyway and 1500 people were going 
to perish in the icy waters of the North Atlantic. She 
looked to Mulder, whose eyes were glued to the iceberg. He 
had never known the truth. She had never told him.
	"Oh, no," was all that she could get out. 
	Mulder looked at her briefly but then grabbed her hand 
as they hurried to the starboard side, looking over the 
railing with nearly a dozen other people back at the iceberg. 
It was passing quickly as the Titanic was moving quickly--too 
quickly. Scully's mouth hung open in a stunned realization. 
Instead of trying to prevent this disaster, she had only 
thought about her relationship with Mulder. Now it was too 
late. 
	She pulled away from the railing and looked at the 
deck around her. Ice littered the front section of the 
ship, right below the bridge. People were laughing and 
commenting on the close shave. Some kids were even kicking 
it around in an impromptu came of soccer. Scully simply 
looked at them in pity. They didn't realize that many of 
them would be dead in less than two hours.
	"I knew this was going to happen," Scully began to 
panic. Her heart was in her throat, nearly leaping out of 
her chest. She pulled away from Mulder and whirled around 
her, unbelieving.
	Mulder looked to her, confused. "What? We just 
scraped it. What do you mean you knew this was going to 
happen?"
	Scully glanced up at him. "It doesn't matter now. It's 
done." She was nearly catatonic as she began to walk away. 
Mulder was behind her.
	"Scully, what are you talking about?"
	Scully stopped. "You won't believe me, Mulder. It's 
too incredible for me even to believe. It sounds like 
something that would happen to you--not to me."
	Mulder grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face 
him. "Try me."
	Scully hesitated, examining his eyes for any sarcasm 
or mockery. "I'm not who you think I am, Mulder. I truly 
don't belong here--not on this ship and not even in this 
time."
	He was taken aback, eyes narrowed in confusion. 
"What?"
	Scully took a deep breath. "My name is Dana Scully, 
but I'm from the year 1999. I'm an FBI agent in America. 
During a stakeout, I was shot and somehow I woke up here, 
in 1912, on this ship," she explained slowly, allowing 
Mulder to take it in. "Why I'm here I don't know; I can't 
explain it, but I used to believe it was to stop this ship 
from sinking." She saw Mulder's incredulous look. "This 
ship WILL sink, Mulder, and hundreds of people are going to 
die, and now there's nothing I can do to stop it!"
	Mulder was silent for several moments, staring at her 
with a mixture of anger, shock, and incredulity. What came 
out of his mouth was stammered, "You're saying that this 
ship, the unsinkable Titanic, is going to sink?"
	Scully nodded.
	Mulder shook his head, anger setting in. "And you 
didn't think to say anything to me before? The lives of 
everyone on the entire ship are on the line and you didn't 
tell me this?" 
	Scully felt tears in her eyes. "Mulder, you wouldn't 
have believed me. The man that I know from 1999 would have. 
But you're not him."
	Mulder suddenly looked as if someone had punched him. 
The hurt poured from his eyes. "Why did you...?" he trailed 
off and thought of another question. "What are you talking 
about?"
	"In 1999, you're my FBI partner, Agent Fox Mulder. 
We work on the X-Files, which investigates cases of  
unexplained phenomena. I'm a doctor in my time, a skeptic. 
Now I'm experiencing it all myself. You are a believer. 
This would be something that would happen to you, but it's 
happening to me instead," Scully replied. Realizations were 
coming to her quickly and the words came tumbling out. "I've 
realized that my reason for being here was not to stop this 
ship from sinking. It's impossible. There are too many 
factors that were out of human control. It was meant to 
happen and despite anything I could have done it was fated. 
Because of this tragedy, all of society is forever changed. 
You're the only person I trust in the entire world with 
this, Mulder. For so long I've loved you--" she stopped 
herself. "I've loved HIM. But it was never right for us to 
be together. Now I've been given this chance to explore my 
feelings, to be with you here on this ship. I've truly begun 
to believe that's what I was sent here to do. What we go 
through here tonight will prove to me how much we mean to 
each other."
	Mulder was silent for several seconds, staring at her 
in a mixture of astonishment, anger, and immense hurt. With 
a heavy heart she realized she had given him a tremendous 
blow--but it was nothing compared to the blow her heart 
had taken. She had fallen in love with Mulder, but the was 
a different Mulder of a different time. It wasn't her Mulder 
of 1999. This was all an illusion.
	When Mulder spoke, his voice was so soft she could 
barely hear him. "Are you saying you don't feel the same way 
about me as I do about you?" 
	Scully began to reply when she heard an angry shout.
	"Arrest that man!"
	Scully and Mulder whirled around. Spender, the CSM, 
Diana, the Master of Arms, and some of his guards were 
standing at the stairs to the A-deck promenade. The guards 
rushed down and pulled Mulder from Scully, immediately 
slapping handcuffs on him. Scully stepped back in shock. 
Mulder looked to her, confused and highly annoyed. Scully 
stared back at him, clueless.
	Spender and his valet rushed down the stairs, storming 
toward the two lovers. Scully's former fiance walked up to 
Mulder and stared at him right in the eye, hard and cold. 
He was insane with rage, his eyes red. "You gutter trash! 
How dare you!" He stared at Mulder with contempt and 
finally raised his fist and decked Mulder across the face. 
There were protests and shouts and Scully grabbed him and 
tried to push him back.
	"Jeffrey, what the hell are you doing? We're in the 
middle of an emergency! What's going on here?" Scully 
yelled. Spender looked down at her small, but intimidating 
form, glaring.
	"He trespassed in my suite. He's assaulted my fiance. 
I want him arrested this moment!" Spender snapped. 
	"That is such crap!" Mulder yelled, tugging at the huge 
square handcuffs.
	"Jeffrey, he never assaulted me!" Scully protested, 
her voice rising. "I invited him into the room."
	"Dana, be quiet!" Diana spoke up sharply. She grabbed 
Scully's arm. "You're stopping this charade right now!"
	Scully ripped her arm away from her sister's clutches. 
"Shut up, Diana!" She turned to Spender, right up to his 
face. "Listen to me, you little weasel! You have no right 
to do this! He's done nothing wrong!"
	"I'll be the judge of that, miss," the Master of Arms 
replied. "Let's go, you." He tugged at Mulder and led him 
away. Scully watched helplessly. She was a woman and Mulder 
was a 3rd class passenger. They had no influence over 
Spender, a 1st class millionaire. Whatever he said was 
done. 
	Scully looked up at Spender, her eyes on fire. "You 
son-of-a bitch."
	Spender just looked down at her and smirked.