From: "Mike C." <mcivello@imagin.net>
Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 16:48:39 -0500
Subject: Page 65 part II by Doctor C.
Source: direct

Title: Page 65 part II
Author: Doctor C
Summary: Mulder and Scully overcome another obstacle that 
may take them both to get out alive. Can they survive, 
together?
Note: Set 2 years later than part I. Could be a standalone, 
but if you want to really understand it, then read part I. 
Category: Pre X Files
Rating: PG			
Dedication: As always to Didi, my best phriend and friend 
in the world. 
Disclaimer: See part I
Feedback: Greatly appreciated, send all comments to 
laura_c@imagin.net all flames will be deleted. 

Prologue:
Dana Scully was not a happy teenager. She had three pages 
of homework in each subject, she had an essay due in 
English, and she had a major Geography test to study for. 
Plus, on top of that, she had to go to her little brother 
Charlie's ice hockey game. Her freshman year of high school 
was not easy. She was the shortest one in school and her 
geometry teacher hated her.
It was a beautiful Saturday and she was stuck inside doing 
schoolwork. She hadn't even gotten to bed last night until 
midnight since she was memorizing her lines for the school 
play. Her friend was coming over later to help her study. 
Maybe then she wouldn't be so bored.
	She was propped up on her bed, with her textbook on 
the floor. She put her head down, needing a break from 
hours of studying. Dreams overcame her. Dreams that weren't 
so pleasant anymore. 

Krycek
Krycek with a gun
A loud noise
Blood
Too much blood
Pain inside of her ripping her to pieces
A bright light
From the verge of life and death
About to die

She shook her head, still in the mindless dream. Tears and 
sweat on her face. She felt a hand on her shoulder, lightly 
waking her and she bolted up like a slingshot. Her eyes 
flew open and she looked into the eyes of her best friend. 
He was a quiet boy, but very kind. Depressed and sad, he 
has always been, but guilty for his sister's disappearance. 
She was his best friend. She would do anything for him, 
including sacrifice herself. That is what she came close to 
doing two years ago. 
He didn't have to ask, just looking in her eyes he could 
see what she was thinking, feeling inside. He just hugged 
her close, never letting go. 
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now, everything will be okay."
"No, Mulder they won't." she sobbed.
"Why. We will get through this Scully. The scars will heal 
over time, right?" he asked as she shook her head. She 
took his hand in hers and let it touch the area on her 
chest, where the jagged scar still stood, never fading 
away.
"These scars won't heal, Mulder." She said.
"Scully, do you ever think about going back to that day. 
Would you change anything?
 "I do. I do think about what I did. And I would do it all 
again, if I had too. I don't regret a thing about that 
day." She paused, "Except for the part where the whole 
school thought we slept together because of Bill." She 
smiled, trying to ease the pain. 
"What can I do to help you?" he asked as he brushed a 
tear off her cheek with his finger. She embraced him again, 
and whispered so softly he could barely hear.
"Hold me, Mulder. Just hold me." She said as he felt his 
shoulder getting wet.
"Hold me, and be my friend." She said, her voice muffled 
by his sleeve.
"Always, Scully. Always." He whispered as two best 
friends held onto each other for dear life. They would get 
through this together. If only they knew the obstacle that 
would be put in their path this time. 

Chapter I:

"Class, happy Monday. You should be refreshed and well 
rested for this test. Now, please take everything off of 
your desk except for a pencil." Ms. Stewart said as Scully 
couldn't help but glancing at the door every few minutes. 
"Has anybody seen Fox? I'm surprised. He's never been 
absent before." Ms. Stewart said as she checked roll. She 
was right, he had never missed a day of school in ninth 
grade. Not even the day after his sister was abducted. That 
was the day of the shooting. She had spoken to him the 
night before and he said he would be in. She knew inside 
that something was wrong. 
She waited with anticipation until the final school 
bell rang. Kids were pouring out of the school ready to go 
home and forget about the tortures and burden of school. 
She walked home, trying to figure out why Mulder wasn't 
there. Maybe he had tried to kill himself or was taking 
drugs or dying or something. She tried to shake that 
thought out of her head as she headed up the stone steps of 
her house. The house was quiet. So quiet it sent chills up 
Dana's spine. She got into the house and Missy took her 
into the kitchen. She had her hand over the phone.
"It's Fox. He sounds really scared. He needs to talk 
to you." She said, with a very pained concern on her face. 
She was worried for her sister and her sister's friend. 
Dana nodded and took the phone carefully. Almost if she 
dropped it, it would break. 
"Scully?" came a quiet, scared, almost whisper of a 
voice. 
"Mulder, what's wrong." She asked. There was a long 
pause, as if he was waiting permission to speak.
"I can't tell you now. Too dangerous. Meet me at the hill 
at nine." He said. Before Scully could question him more, 
she heard a click on the other line. 
The hill. That was the place where he taught her how to 
wish on a star. The place where Mulder took her the night 
Samantha disapeared. She remembered the night so vividly, 
so clearly. She knew she had found her "one in five 
billion." She didn't know exactly how, but it came to be 
that Mulder was the one. They had a friendship so deep and 
true. Two people who have that together are very lucky. She 
had no idea how or if she could go on if something happened 
to him. And she decided. In that split second that Krycek 
pulled the trigger she would give up herself for the life 
of her best friend. And now, something was wrong. 
	Nine o'clock came, and Scully crawled out her bedroom 
window, like she had in the past. It had been a long time 
since she had been to the hill. "The Hill of Wishes" was 
its true name, and that's what it was. 
Scully barely remembered lying in a coma when she was shot 
on that day. But she does remember almost tapping on the 
shoulder of death. There was no "bright light at the end 
of the tunnel" like she thought there would be. It was a 
happy place, though. It was warm and safe, and she felt no 
pain. She could just stay here forever. She was about to 
until she heard a voice. It sounded familiar, but she 
couldn't quite tell who it was. It had a sad, melancholy 
drone to it. It was almost as if the person speaking was 
dying too. It was if his heart was torn to shreds. She 
remembered what he said about The Hill of Wishes that day. 
""Remember when we were stargazing, you know what I 
thought, Dana?" he leaned closer and whispered in her ear. 
"I thought that Ahab had stolen the stars from the sky, 
and you know where he put them? In your eyes Scully. He 
put them in your eyes." She knew in that instant that she 
loved him. 
	She was lost in her fantasy world, memories creeping 
back to her like yesterday. Even though she was thinking, 
she was still aware of her surroundings. She jumped at the 
slight noise behind her.
"Scully, are you there?" came Mulder's voice. He wasn't 
facing her, but she could tell there was something 
different about his appearance. 
"Mulder, why weren't you in school today?" she asked, 
voice in deep concern.
"I don't know if I can tell you." He said as she went 
closer to him.
"Mulder, we have been best friends since second grade. You 
know you can tell me anything." She said as she put a hand 
on his shoulder and he snapped like a twig.
"Maybe this time you don't need to know. You don't own my 
life, Scully. I don't have to tell you anything I don't 
want to; it's my choice. The truth can hurt. Of all people 
you should know that."
"But sometimes," Scully whispered, backing up a bit and 
finding a spot to sit down next to him. "Sometimes the 
truth can set you free. Make you the person you are." She 
said as he finally turned to face her. She gasped a bit 
too loudly, and she regretted it immediately. His eye was 
swollen and purple and his lip was split and bleeding. His 
nose (as long as it was) was twisted and bent out of 
shape. 
"Mulder, who did this to you? Was it X again? I'd like to 
beat the tar out of him. If only..." she was getting angry 
by the second. 
"No, it wasn't X." he said, looking to his feet. 
"Who then?" she asked.
"My father." He said, barely audible. She was furious. 
"What! That monster son of a bitch."
"Not so loud. The whole town will hear."  He paused for a 
moment then went on.
"My dad is home from a trip. He saw one of Samantha's 
dolls in my room and he freaked. He hasn't been doing very 
well since Sam, well, you know..." Scully nodded and 
looked him in the eye. 
"My parents are out for the night. Missy is in charge. She 
won't even notice. Her and her smutty boyfriend are 
probably doing naked pretzel on the couch. They won't even 
notice." She said as she snickered. "We can sneak in the 
back and get you cleaned up. You can stay at my place 
tonight. I don't want you to go back to that hell hole."
She said as she helped him up, slowly. He went painfully, 
and after about a half an hour, they were home. What he 
called home at least. Home was with the people who cared, 
and he truly was home. She led him up to the bathroom and 
got some ice from the freezer. He didn't want steak on his 
eye so she settled for frozen peas. She put a gauze pad to 
his bleeding lip. Looking at him in the light was even 
worse. He didn't look like himself. Not just his injuries 
even. He looked pained, depressed. But most of all he 
looked scared. As she wiped the blood off his lip, he 
flinched and smiled at her. "Like old times, huh?" he 
said, referring back to when they first met. Mulder had 
just gotten into a fight in second grade and the teacher 
sent Scully to send him to the nurse. She cleaned him up 
pretty well. 
"Mulder, you have to call the police." She said as he 
shook his head.
"No, Scully. That'll give him another excuse to beat me 
more. Don't tell a soul." He looked at her with those 
puppy dog hazel eyes, pleading for her to keep his secret. 
"I don't want you to get hurt." 
"I can take care of this myself, Scully. I have lived with 
my father for fifteen years. I just need someone to lean 
on me." He said as he took her hand. 
"I promise, Mulder. I won't tell anyone." She said as she 
sighed, and thought. "Mulder, you said he beat you. I 
thought he just punched you in the face?" she asked as he 
looked to the floor once again. 
"This isn't the first time. He normally does it with a 
belt." Scully looked at him, astounded. 
"Mulder, turn around." She said as she lifted up his 
shirt to reveal red welts on his back, they had been there, 
she suspected for a few weeks. 
"Oh, Mulder." She whispered.
"Scully, I need you to be there for me, no matter what. 
Promise me that?" he asked.
"Always, Mulder. Always." she whispered back, as she 
hugged her best friend, tears falling from her cheeks. This 
was another obstacle, another crisis, that would bring them 
the closest together they ever came, or bring them apart 
completely. 

End of Part I

Part I:

Mulder stayed the night in the guestroom. Scully was 
checking on him every five minutes until finally she put a 
sleeping bag on the floor, since she was tired from going 
back and forth. Mulder felt safe here. He had a family 
here. They weren't flesh and blood, but they cared for him, 
and that was family. Mulder went to school next day with 
the excuse that the man on the corner beat him up. The next 
week he had "fallen" down the stairs. 
Dana didn't know how long she could take this. She was in 
her room, one night with tears running down her face. Then, 
there was a knock at the door. 
"Dana, can I come in?" It was Maggie, her mother.
"I guess so." She said as she heard the door creak open. 
* I need to get that door fixed * Maggie thought as she 
entered her daughter's room.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Mom, what if someone made a promise not to tell anyone 
about something, but that something might be hurting 
someone. What would you do?" Dana asked, looking out the 
window. The moon was out, so it reflected onto her face, 
which was wet and shiny from the tears. 
"Well, a secret means you can't tell anyone, unless there 
are certain circumstances. I think you need to listen here, 
and it will tell you." She said as she pointed to her 
daughter's heart. "My mother always said that your heart 
will guide you no matter what. You just have to listen. 
Dana," She paused. "If there is something that is the 
matter you will know how to handle it. I know that much." 
She said as she kissed her daughter goodnight. 
*If only you knew what that something is, Mom. If only you 
knew. * Dana thought to herself. She got under the covers 
and started to pray.
"Dear God, Please help Mulder and me through this thing 
together. Please let him be all right and not let Bill hurt 
him anymore. Oh, yea. Please bring Sam back. That would 
help the Mulder family a whole lot. Thank you for letting 
me have Mulder as my best friend. Amen." She said as she 
lay her head down and sighed, hoping to get some sleep 
tonight.

The next day, as Scully was walking home from school, she 
decided to take the route to Mulder's place. He wasn't in 
school today, which wasn't uncommon these days. She just 
hoped that Mr. Mulder didn't do anything to him. She walked 
past his house and heard something that made her freeze in 
her tracks. It was Bill, yelling something in a drunken 
state. He was yelling really loudly since she could hear it 
from outside the house. 
"You are a sorry excuse for my son, you know that! You are 
not even my son. Your mother had an affair with someone. 
Ha! Samantha was my daughter, and you let her go. You son 
of a bitch." He cried as Scully heard the crash of a glass 
bottle on something, but she didn't know what. She couldn't 
take any more of this. She listened to her heart, and right 
now it was telling her to do something she wasn't sure of. 
But she did it anyway. She would do anything to keep Mulder 
from getting hurt. Even putting herself on the line. She 
did once, and she can do it again. 
She burst through the door, and saw a hideous sight. Mulder 
was on the ground, beaten and bloody and bill was standing 
there with a broken beer bottle in his hand, aiming for 
Mulder's head. He did it once, and he would do it again, 
perhaps for the final blow.
As he brought his hand back to swing again, Scully yelled. 
"Noooooo!" and she ran over and pulled his arm away. He 
cut her on the arm as he turned around. 
"Oh, hello, Dana. I haven't seen you in a while. Saving 
your little friend Fox again, huh? Well, this time, neither 
of you will be saved." He said as he swung for Dana this 
time. She ducked and with Mr. Mulder being in such a 
drunken state, he swayed, and fell. His head hit the edge 
of the coffee table. He was out like a light, and was going 
to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. 
Scully's arm was hurt and bleeding, but she didn't even 
feel it. She ran to Mulder's side. He had broken glass on 
his forehead and was on his side from covering his face. He 
was unconscious and bleeding. She picked his arm from his 
face and saw the damage that was done. His injuries were 
externally major. Have to stay in the hospital for a few 
days, and she knew how he hated hospitals. If he would be 
okay, that is. She didn't know if he was all right. His 
pulse was weak and his breathing was irregular. 
"Oh, Mulder. Tell me I'm not too late." She whispered as 
she brushed the hair out of his eyes. He started to shiver, 
and she knew that he was in shock. * Those medical courses 
sure paid off * she thought as she looked around for 
something she could put around him. There was nothing in 
the area, and she didn't want to leave him, so she put her 
arms around him, and kept him warm. She remembered the 
similar situation two years ago when Sam disappeared. 
"Please, Mulder, hold on." She whispered as she kissed 
his forehead and drifted off to sleep. Unconsciousness from 
loss of blood on her arm, but she thought it was sleep. She 
only heard the breathing of the person next to her and a 
distant wail of an ambulance. 


Part III:

Scully was at Mulder's bedside 24/7 until he woke up. He 
had fractures to his cheekbones and his nose was broken. 
His skull was fractured, and that is why he was still 
unconscious after three days in the hospital. The nurses 
gave him a mild sedative when he came in because he went 
into what Scully called "panic mode." He had no idea 
where he was and didn't know anyone there. The nurses 
wouldn't let Scully in at first since she was too young to 
go into the ICU. But when Mulder wouldn't stop screaming 
her name, they finally bent the rules a bit to keep their 
"favorite patient" quiet. The nurse knocked him out 
before she could see him though. That was the only problem. 
Mr. Mulder was in prison now, for drinking and child abuse. 
She just stayed there and held his hand. The third day, 
about two in the morning, Scully had got a sleeping bag in 
the floor next to his bed. He stirred slightly. She was in 
a light sleep these few days so she heard the movement and 
thought of it as a sign of relief. It wasn't though.
"Scully! Scully! Don't hurt Scully you bastard." He was 
screaming at the top of his lungs as he bolted up in bed. 
Scully didn't want to see him hurt himself so she held his 
head. And made him wake up.
"Mulder, it's Scully. Dana. It's only a dream. I'm here. 
I'm here." She cooed as she rocked him back and forth 
soothing his cries. He was covered in either sweat or 
tears, maybe both, she couldn't tell. He finally stopped 
shaking and looked her in the eye. He was frightened and so 
scared; she was even more scared. 
"Scully, you were there. Dad hit you, and you fell. I 
couldn't save you." He said as he looked into her eyes 
with a look of terror. She looked back at him with concern. 
"How long have I been here?" he asked, as she retreated 
back to the edge of the bed. 
"Since Thursday." Today was Sunday. 
"Did dad get in trouble?" he asked.
"He is in jail right now, pending trial. He could get life 
in prison." she said, as he looked concerned. 
"Oh no. What have I done?" Mulder said, head in his 
hands. Scully put her hand on his shoulder. 
"Mulder, you did nothing wrong. At least he didn't take it 
out on anyone else. You would be feeling worse if he hit 
your mom." She said as he nodded. She looked at him, and 
even after three days, he looked exhausted. 
"Mulder, you need your sleep." She said, as she was about 
to go outside.
"But it's my first night here. I don't want to be alone." 
He whined.
"Mulder, I haven't taken a shower in two days! I stink!" 
Mulder thought a moment then replied.
"You're right Scully. You go home and take a nice long 
bath. It'll relieve the stress." 
"I'll be back in the morning."
"I know that." He said as he smiled to himself.
"I love you, Scully." He said as she left the room. She 
opened the door slightly, enough so he could hear her 
voice.
"I love you too, Mulder." She said as she smiled to 
herself. Things were going to work out for the best. She 
just knew it. 

The next day, when she entered the hospital room, Mulder 
was grinning from ear to ear, as best as he could, it 
looked like he was going to growl, though.
"Good morning, Scully." He said cheerfully.
"What's wrong Mulder. Have you been watching those tapes 
again from Frohike?" she asked, suspiciously, her eyebrows 
raised in question.
"Do you know what today is, Scully."
"What?" 
"Today is February 23rd. Happy fifteenth birthday!" he 
said as he hugged her. Wincing in pain, he withdrew.
"Mulder, I told you not to hurt yourself." Scully warned.
"I have a surprise for you." He said as he reached for 
something under his pillow. 
"Close your eyes. No peaking. I mean it, missy." He said, 
shaking a finger at her playfully. She did as she was told 
and when he told her that it was all right, she opened her 
eyes to see a small box with wrapping paper on it, and a 
card. 
"Read the card when you're alone, please. Just get to the 
gift." He said as he winked at her. She eyed him with 
suspicion as she opened her gift. She opened the tiny box 
to reveal a small, gold, crucifix necklace.
"Oh, Mulder. It's gorgeous!" she said as she took it out 
of the box, and turned it to the back.
"The truth lies within you. Luv Spooky" was in tiny 
microscopic print, but she could see it. She looked at 
Mulder with thanking eyes, filling up with tears at the 
thought. She then lifted it out of the box. He took it from 
her hands, and motioned for her to turn around.
"Allow me." He said as he put it on her.
"You look like an angel." He said, awed by her beauty.
"Thank you." She said, voice breaking.
"No, Scully. Thank you. You saved me from everything. Time 
and time again, you are always there. Watching my back, and 
being my heart. They say that you can look through the eyes 
to the soul." He said as he took her hand.
"They are telling the truth." She said, "You look into 
my soul every day, Mulder." She said as she hugged him.
"We'll get through this. It'll take some time, but we'll 
get through this."
"Always, Scully. Always." He said. 


 -True love is when you love the person more than you love 
yourself. --Unknown (if you know who said this, then please 
email me to give you credit)

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