From: Scott Miller Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Rage 1/1 Date: Wed, 3 Jan 1996 22:08:13 -0600 (CST) This was an unexpected story I wrote while extremely angry. Hopefully that will explain the tone. Bad words might make this a PG-13, but probably not. Enjoy. Write to comment, ask if I am insane, whatever. Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, blah blah, Chris Carter's, Ten-Thirteens', No infringement, etc etc, yadda yadda yadda Rage Scott Miller "Dammit Scully! I can't believe you!" "Mulder, you're getting to involved with your cases, you have to pull back once in a while and stop yourself." "The hell I do! Who are you to tell me how to handle myself on a profile. Who has the damned psych major here, huh? I'm GOOD at what I do, because I get involved." "I know Mulder, and its tearing you apart. Look at yourself, your a nervous reck. Your hair is a reck, you've got dark circles under your eyes..." "And a criminal who killed THREE KIDS is in jail." "For what Mulder, how many kids do you get to save before you wind up dead for your actions Mulder." "What does it matter to you Scully. I think my life is worth those kids lives, if I'm responsible for someones death because I didn't give a case everything I've got. I couldn't live with that Scully." "Mulder, all I'm saying is watch out for yourself." "I DO! Every step into some warehouse, every door I walk through, I'm careful." "But what if you're like you are now Mulder. What if your so tired or so distraught you miss something." "It won't happen Scully." "YOU say it won't happen. Dammit Mulder. Why can't you admit your getting too involved." "Why do you have to act like my mother? No! I take that back, my mother was never that protective." "Mulder, I am only trying to protect you so you don't end up dead like those kids." "I don't need your protection." The words wrang out like a shot in Scully's ears. "You know, maybe your right Mulder. Maybe you'd be better of on your own next time. I'm leaving." Two days later Mulder unlocked the basement office door and set his coat on the back of the door like every day. He strolled to the coffee pot to start his morning cup, as usual. Then he sat down in front of the computer to check his E-Mail, as he had done every day. When that task was complete, he returned to his desk as he did every day to check his in-box. Today, something was different. A small white envelope sitting on top of a well typed FBI form. He picked up the form first. As he read it the color drained from his face, leaving him whiter than the wall next to him. OFFICIAL NOTICE OF TRANSFER, AGENT Dana Scully. Agent Mulder, As per request of Agent Scully, you are being notified of your partner's transfer to the FBI training facility at Quantico. You will be assigned a new partner soon. SA Robert Norell His shaky hand reached for the white envelope and slowly tore the seal, reaching inside to pull out a well written note, with the same neat handwriting he knew whas his partners. On the note were several tear stains, making the text difficult to read. Mulder, I'm sorry it had to end this way. But I just can't deal with this. We used to be a team Mulder, and now I just don't know. You treat me like I'm just the fifth wheel in your search for the truth Mulder. And the truth, no matter how much it hurts, is that you rejected me. Well here you go. If you don't need me, I'm leaving. Enjoy the rest of your life. Scully 'Oh my god. What have I done?' thought Mulder. He raced to the end of the office and picked up his coat to head out the door. Maybe she hadn't left yet. The speedometer read 85 miles per hour before he slowed down infront of Scully's apartment. He quickly shut of the engine and hopped out onto the frozen pavement, practically running to the front door. He knocked loudly several times. No answer. He tried again, but still no one came. He pulled out his wallet and removed her key. The key she had given him when she trusted him. He slipped it into the lock and let himself in. It was empty. Not an ounce of furniture left. Just the hardwood floor and cabinets. She was gone, out of his life now. It was back to the days before he met Scully. Letting out a loud sigh, Mulder began crying, softly at first, but then loud enough he could here the echo of his lonelyness in the empty apartment. He slid slowly to the ground, remaining in a crouch for what seemed to be an eternity. "Mulder?" He looked up through his tears. "What are you doing here?" "Scully! Oh thank god you haven't left." He threw his arms around his ex-partner in delight at her return. "Scully. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like that." "But you did Mulder. You told me you didn't need me, and you're probably right. I've already rented a house near Quantico, and most of my furniture is already there." "Please Dana. Come back to me." "I'm not sure you want me back Mulder." "I do Scully. Please. I was angry. I need you." "I'll have to think about it." And for the second time, she walked out on him, again leaving him alone. But at least he had hope. Weeks passed. Mulder tried calling her, but she never returned his phone calls. He even tried visiting the training facility, but a secretary told him she was away on buisiness in Los Angeles and wouldn't be back for about a week. He made up his mind. One week later. Fox Mulder let himself into the classroom with the help of the secretary just before closing. He went to one of the desks in the back of the room and sat down. The darkness of the empty room complimented his dark mood. It wasn't long before he heard a key turn in the latch and the familiar form of his ex-partner walk in and set her bags down on the desk. He watched as she turned and saw him sitting in the shadows, and she jumped slightly. "Who's there?" "Why haven't you answered my calls Scully." His voice was empty of emotion, drained of feeling. It was so very cold. "Mulder, I have nothing to say to you." "Ah, but you do. You haven't explained why you hate me. Why you won't give me the courtesy of letting me know how your doing." "I thought you didn't care if I live or die." "I care about you Scully." A hint of emotion, but still flat. "Then show it Mulder. Listen to me once in a while. I'm not just trying to nag you." "Does this mean you'll come back?" Hopeful. "Mulder, you've ruined our relationship. I trusted you, but you wouldn't trust ME." "I was blind then Scully. I need you." He cracked on the last few words. Finally sounding truely hurt. "Mulder, I belong here now. I've closed that chapter of my life. I need to move on now." "Did you hate being my partner." "No Mulder. I never hated being your partner. I never hated you, I just expect more from you than what you gave me." "Then give me a chance Scully. Work with me again." "Mulder, I want to, but I don't think you'll change." "Scully, I've already changed." "Mulder. I've known you for three years. In those three years, you've been the same stubborn, persistant man as always. I see no evidence that you CAN change." "Evidence Scully. Have these three years taught you nothing? Look beyond the evidence Scully. Believe in me. Please." "I do believe in YOU Mulder. But I don't know if I can believe in who you are when you're so deeply involved in a case. You're not the same person." "Give me a chance Scully." "I'm tired of taking chances." "Trust me Scully. Once more. Trust me." "I trust you Mulder." "Then come back to me." Her eyes turned the softest shade of blue he'd ever seen as she considered it. It was then he KNEW she would come back. "No..." His heart sank. "No more being stubborn like that Mulder. I want you to listen to me. I care about you Mulder." "Done. Now can we get out of here?" "Let me just get my things." At that moment, Mulder knew. Everything would be alright.