From: Isahunter@aol.com
Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 12:33:44 EDT
Subject: NEW: "Scene 1: Tell Me" by Diadem (1/1)
Source: xff


Title:  Scene 1: Tell Me (1/1)

Author:  Diadem

Category: V

Rating:  G

Spoilers:  Pilot

Feedback:  Of course!  In fact, as this is kind of an 
     experiment, I would really appreciate any and all 
     comments.  Diadem@cwcom.net

Archive:  Gossamer's fine, anywhere else please let 
     me know first.

Disclaimer:  Mulder and Scully do not belong to me.  They 
     belong to CC, 10:13 and Fox, but please remember, 
     imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!

Notes:  As I said, this is an experiment.  I started 
     writing seriously about four years ago when I needed 
     a monologue to perform.  Since then I have been writing 
     monologues for other people, and I have built up 
     quite a collection.  So I decided to turn this love 
     to fanfic, and this is the first in a series of 
     unrelated short pieces focusing on Mulder and Scully.  
     They are not exactly monologues - well, I guess they 
     are, but probably a bit different to what you might 
     imagine a conventional monologue to look like.

This is for the person who sent me a very sweet note but didn't 
give me a return address - thanks, whoever you are!!

     Scully POV.


Scene 1: Tell Me - by Diadem

When we began this case, I thought I would be able to 
understand your work, given time.  I believed that Blevins 
would never assign me to work where I would be out of my 
depth.  Don't get me wrong.  In my previous work I was 
often thrown in at the deep end, studying the evidence 
to find the solutions to problems that seemed to have no 
solutions.  I always managed to stay afloat.  But this 
time I seem to have forgotten how to swim.
     Is this a joke?  My first case with you, my new 
partner, and I am dragged across I don't know how many 
states, and straight into a situation I don't know how 
to handle.  Almost the first task I am given is to 
exhume a body.  And not just any body.  An alien body.  
Or so you would have me believe.
     Are you trying to wear me down, to break my spirit?  
Are so some weird kind of sadist who gets off on watching 
other people fail?  Because I have failed you, haven't I?  
You needed someone to verify that your work is worthwhile, 
a viable use of bureau resources, but what I have seen, 
whilst certainly not an everyday occurence, can easily 
be explained by the science I base my beliefs on.
     And yet you were there for me when I needed you.  You 
didn't make fun of me, or take advantage.  You simply 
gave me what I needed.  Why my panic attack gave you a 
reason to tell me about your quest, I still don't know, 
but I am glad you told me.  I'm glad I know just that 
small amount about your background, the force that drives 
you despite the ridicule you face at the hands of your 
peers.  I can't understand it, because I have never had 
a driving force that strong in my life, but now I know 
that it is there, and I can respect it, and work towards 
the same goals that you hav set for yourself.
     I admire you.  Not only in a sexual way, for I can't 
deny that you are an attractive man.  No, it is a much 
more emotional aspect of you that fascinates me.  The loss 
you feel, even so many years after your sister's disappearance 
is now apparent to me.  You hide it so well, no one would 
ever guess at the distress you revealed to me that night.
     But what I do know about you and your work is so 
small, so insignificant, when I think of everything I have 
yet to learn.  This is your life's work.  The information 
you have collected belies the apparently short time you 
have been working on the X Files.  You were working on them 
long before you found out they had a name.  There is so 
much I don't know.  How can I ever catch up with you on 
your bizarre case files, your whacked out theories?  There 
is so much there.
     I know you may not trust me yet.  That is my goal in 
working with you - not to debunk your work and bring down the 
X Files, because I have seen enough to believe that these 
cases need your expertise, and while they may not always 
involve little green men or ghosts, the people who report 
such things deserve a fair investigation, especially if a 
federal crime has been committed.  No, my main goal, my 
personal goal, is to gain your trust.  I promise I won't 
abuse it like so many before me have done.
     But for me to do this, and to carry on with OUR work, 
I need you to help me.  I looked in the filing cabinets, and 
I was grateful I was not looking for anything in particular.  
But these cases are so varied, and span so many years, I 
cannot comprehend how they fit together.  I need you to tell 
me, to help me understand, to teach me how to make the X 
Files my passion too, because I want to help.  I want to 
prove to the higher ups that your work, that you yourself 
are worth the time and money they have invested in you.  I 
do not think it is fair of them to try to discredit you in 
this way, and I am prepared to do anything in my power to 
prevent them doing so.
     I know you are still suspicious of me and my role in 
your work, but I assure you that I want to help you, to be 
of use to you whenever you need me.  But before I start, I 
need to understand.
     Tell me how.

End (1/1)

Feedback?  Please?  Diadem@cwcom.net