From: sliver@ix.netcom.com(Shawn Livermore )
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: "Resucito" 1/1
Date: 24 Dec 1995 02:56:30 GMT


Resucito
by Lindsay Livermore

Disclaimer: This is the first real FileFiction I've ever written, 	   
            so here goes... Mulder, Scully and the Lone Gunmen are 	   
            characters of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, Fox Network,     
            etc. All other characters are mine. Enjoy! Any questions,
	     comments, or concerns, please send them to me at            
            sliver@ix.netcom.com.



Sunday, December 10
8:30 AM

	The alarm clock went off, its shrill beeping echoing through the
apartment. It did two things; it made the people below even grumpier
than usual, and it roused Fox Mulder out of a deep and dream-riddled
sleep. He yawned, stretched, and padded into the kitchen for a cup of
coffee.
	The TV was on, and a televised church service played across the
screen. /Darn,/ he thought, /I've really got to learn to turn that
thing off at night./ They were singing now, a hymn he had never heard
before. Somehow it got into his head and stuck there, verse after verse
pounding its way into a major headache.
		Resucito, resucito, resucito, alleluia.
		Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, resucito.
		La muerte...
"Stupid TV," he growled, and hit the power button, cutting the song off
in mid-verse. He glanced at his watch -it read 8:57- and ran out the
door.
					*   *   *   *  
	The alarm clock went off, its shrill beeping echoing through the
apartment. It did two things; it made the small dog sleeping on the
throw rug sit up and whine, and it annoyed Dana Scully, who had woken
up hours before the alarm forced her to. She sat down and comtemplated
what she was about to do: attend Mass.
	After a shower and 15 minutes spent choosing an outfit, she took
one last look in the mirror. Not bad: a navy-blue blazer and matching
skirt, with a cream-colored blouse. She checked her watch -it read
8:45- and left, locking the door behind her.

St. Andrew's Catholic Church
9:30 AM

	It had been years since she had been in a church, but that did
not dull the sense of familiarity that hit her as she walked in the
door. She sat in an empty pew and began praying, the Our Father seeming
as if she had last heard it days instead of years ago.
	The choir began to sing, the verses strangely haunting. It was
one of those songs that stuck in your head easily, and it stuck in her
head, too:
		Resucito, resucito, resucito, alleluia.
		Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, resucito.
		La muerte, donde-es ta la muerte?
 		Donde-es ta mi muerte, donde-su victoria?

over and over, a perpetual tribute in song.
	The short service ended, and she stood to leave. It was nearly
ten o'clock, and she would have to hurry if she was going to get to
work on time.

J. Edgar Hoover Building
10:15 AM

	She walked inot the office to find Mulder seated at her desk,
working through a pile of files. He looked up, startled. "My, aren't we
the early bird this morning."
"I went to Mass - first time in years. What are you doing at my desk?"
"Ah... would you believe I was looking for sunflower seeds?"
"No, you'll have to do better than that."
"Oh, all right... I got sick of the mess on my own desk."
"Sounds just like an X-File."
"Hey, Miss Neat, I don't rip on you when you change character out of
the blue, so don't do it to me."
"I wasn't trying to insult you, Mulder, don't get offended..."
"Well, it was enough of a joke to sound like an insult. You don't
realize how your particular brand of humor comes across to people,
Scully. It's as cold and unemotional as you are."
	She blanched, all the color draining out of her face. "I can't
believe you would say something like that. I thought better of you."
He wheeled on her, eyes flashing hatred mixed with pain. For an instant
she saw what she called "the dream" reflected in his eyes, and then it
was gone. /Oh God, here we go again./ "You know who you sound like?
Cancerman.
 And you can kiss my ass too."
"Mulder..."
"Get out. I don't want to see you again. We're through." He turned back
to his files. "And shut the door on your way out."
/Damnit, he's not going to pull this stunt again, not if I can help
it./ "Look, Mulder, I don't know or pretend to know what's going on.
But the last time you acted like this, you were on God knows what they
put in the water and you almost lost your job and your life. Do you
want to tell me what happened or do you want to stew in your own juices
and end up hurting someone?"
"NO!!! Just go away and leave me alone!"
"Fine. I'll leave you alone, but I won't leave."
"I don't care! Leave me alone!" He was near tears now, hyperactive in
his movements, clearly on edge. /I don't like this,/ Scully thought as
she tried to clean some of the mess off Mulder's desk. /I don't like
this at all./

Mulder's apartment
5:46 PM

	He walked in the door of his apartment, totally spent. "Oh Lord,
my head," he groaned as he stumbled into the bathroom in search of
aspirin. Five minutes later, he flopped on the couch. "Freaking stupid
fight," he muttered to himself, and flipped on the TV news.
					*   *   *   *
	 It was getting dark, and it was hard enough to see already.
Scully flipped the headlights on and hunched over the wheel, trying to
concentrate on driving the car in a straight line. As if to complement
her already-black mood, the sky opened up and sheets of rain began
pouring down. 
	Another car appeared behind her, flashing its lights in order to
signal her to pull over. She slowed the car instinctively, while one
hand stayed on the steering wheel, the other moved to the Smith &
Wesson 1076 in its holster. She looked in the rearview mirror and
noticed with concern that the mysterious van was following her. She
reached for the cell phone and hit the "Mulderbutton", then with a
sudden chill realized that not only would he not want to talk to her,
but the phone was dead.
	The other car moved to pass her, and she relaxed, thinking it
wasn't following her after all. She saw a man dressed in a black
jumpsuit lean out the window, then screamed as bullets rained into the
car. The van roared off, leaving a destroyed car containing a dying
driver behind it.

5:58 PM

	The phone rang, and the answering machine perked up, sending its
recorded greeting over the airwaves. "This is Golgo 13. Pick up." He
grabbed the phone, chills racing down his spine. "Langley. What
happened?"
"Turn the TV to Channel 7. Tape the 6:00 news. We got this one over the
satellite - it should interest you. God knows it interested Frohike."
CLICK. He slammed the phone down and grabbed the remote, punching 07
with a trembling hand.
	"This just in... An unidentified person was found shot in her car
on West 53rd Street in Annapolis. The driver, apparently the victim of
a gangland shooting, is currently listed in critical condition at DC
General Hospital. We'll keep you updated as further information comes
in." The TV flashed over to a live shot at the scene, showing the
smoking hulk of a car. It looked familiar, but he couldn't place it.
/West 53rd Street. I wonder if Scully's doing anything to... Holy God,
that's her car!/ He grabbed his coat and keys and raced out the door.

DC General Hospital
6:37 PM

	"Excuse me, Doctor, I'm looking for the Jane Doe they just
brought in a few minutes ago. Where is she?"
"Which one? We get dozens of Jane Does."
"The gunshot victim. I'm a Federal agent, I may have an ID on her."
The doctor produced a pad and pen. "That is?"
"Her name is Dana Scully. She's 31 years old, and she's an FBI agent."
A pause. "I work with her. She's my partner."
"And your name, sir?"
He took his ID out of his sportcoat pocket, flashed the badge. "Mulder.
Fox Mulder."
The doctor nodded, scribbling furiously. "She's in Trauma One, Agent
Mulder. You can see her, but she's likely to be unresponsive."
"And where is that?"
"Down that hall, first door on the left. If you'll excuse me, sir."
With that, the green-clad man grabbed a sterile gown and rushed off to
treat the next patient. Mulder looked around and dashed down the hall.
					*   *   *   *
	Scully was awake, but just barely. "M... Mulder... how did... you
get here?" She was a wreck; the bullets had hit in three places, once
in the arm, once in the side, once in the chest.
"Oh, God, Scully... Who did this? What happened?"
"The... black ops... men in black..." She fell back on the pillow,
gasping for breath.
"Don't try to talk, you'll be fine." He burned inside: Men in Black.
Cancerman. That F-ing son of a bitch, he would pay for this one... Her
rasping breath brought him back to the real world.
"Mulder... sorry about... this morning's fight... forgive me?"
"Of course. I'm sorry too." He smiled, fighting back tears.    
"Mulder... truth is... out there... you'll have to... find it without-"
Her words were cut off by the shrill squeal of the EKG monitor, which
showed the last thing Fox Mulder ever wanted to see: a flat line.
	Doctors streamed into the room, pushing him out, taking her away.
"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to leave. Please go to the visitors'
lounge." The pent-up frustration and pain so lately vented on Scully
now vented on a nearby doctor, ripping forward in a cry. "No... damnit,
Scully, don't die..." He grabbed the man by his scrub shirt. "You can't
let her die! You can't! Do something!"
"We'll do our best, sir. Go to the visitors' lounge, sir, and let us
work." Wearily, he turned around and left the doctors and nurses to
their all-important task.

7:24 PM

	He sat in the waiting room, hands folded, looking very much like
he was praying. He was. /Waiting,/ he thought, /is the hardest part.
Whoever cooked that one up doesn't know the half of it./ The song from
the TV Mass popped into his head, the verses repeating over and over
like a heartbeat... or a funeral dirge.
		Resucito, resucito, resucito, alleluia.
		Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, resucito.
"Sir? Sir? Agent Mulder, sir..." A voice cut into his thoughts, and he
looked up to see a young woman wearing scrubs, a lab coat, and a name
tag that read: Carol Barett, MD. He sighed. "Is she all right?"
"Yes, sir, she pulled through just fine. When she woke up, she kept
asking to see 'Missy'. Do you know who that might be?"
Pain surged through him. "Yes, Missy - Melissa - is her sister. Was her
sister. She passed away a few months ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir. You can visit her, if you want." He
didn't answer, but instead jumped up and walked down the corridor.

7:52 PM

	"Hi, Scully. How are you feeling?" He smiled again. /I might set
a personal record for smiling today./ She returned the smile. "Holey."
"You've been around me too long, you're getting even more deadpan than
me." 
She blinked, looked around the sparse hospital room. "Where's Missy?
She was here a minute ago."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She was standing by the foot of the bed, and she was singing...
this song I heard at church... I can't remember the name..." Neither
one spoke, but the answer appeared in both their minds at the same
time: "Resucito".



Lindsay Livermore
sliver@ix.netcom.com