Everyone says that my sad, depressing stories are the
best (should I be worried?)  so that's what I'm doing here.
This takes place waaaaayy back in the first season, in
"Lazarus", when Scully has been kidnapped by Dupre.  This is
based on background I came up with and spoke of in a script,
as a kind of explanation as to why Scully always seems so
businesslike and doesn't really just "kick back".  Please
send all comments, cheers and flames to the address below.
     Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are characters belonging to
Chris Carter.  Story idea is mine alone.  No copyright
infringement intended.  Insert favorite disclaimer here:


            WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO HAUNT YOU

                        By: Alyse Wax
                       (AlyseW@aol.com)

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Friday evening
March 14, 1984

     Dana glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time.  Her
parents had gone out to dinner, and Ryan was supposed to pick
her up for dinner.  Except she didn't want to go to dinner
with him.  He had been growing increasingly violent.  Okay,
so he mostly just yelled at her.  But there was that time
when he slapped her....
     She had tried to get in touch with him all day, but his
brother said he had errands to run, and wasn't going home
before their date.
     _Ding dong ding_.  The doorbell.  Dana took a deep
breath and then answered the door.
     "Hi.  You look great,"  Ryan complimented her as he
walked into the foyer.  "Ready to go?"
     "Um, there's something I want to tell you first," Dana
said slowly.  Ryan's face grew cloudy.  "I-- I don't want to
go out tonight," she stammered.  Ryan tightened his hands
into fists at his sides.  Dana backed up slowly, wishing
someone was here with her.  Except no one knew what was
happening.  "I don't want to go out with you at all.  I can't
take all the... violence."
     Ryan exploded.  "Great.  First my parents, then you.
Doesn't ANYONE believe in me any more?"  He charged towards
Dana.  Before she had time to do anything, he grabbed her by
the shoulders and threw her against the wall.  "Maybe that
will teach you not to betray me, you little slut!"
     Those last words were lost in a sea of darkness.
*************************************************************
Saturday morning
March 15, 1984

     Dana awoke slowly.  The first thing she saw were her
parents.  "Mom!  Daddy!"
     "Feeling better, Starbuck?"  her dad asked softly.
     "A little.  My head hurts."
     "Honey, do you know who did this to you?" It was her
mom's turn to be concerned.
     "Ryan.  He did it."  She spoke with more certainty than
she ever had in her life.
     "Ryan?  Why in the world would he do a thing like this
to you?"
     Slowly, the whole tale came out.

*************************************************************
Wednesday afternoon
May 9, 1984

     "The court finds the defendant, Ryan Foster, not
guilty."  The judge slammed his gavel against the desk.
     "Court dismissed!"
     Dana rose slowly from her seat.  It was all over.  The
prosecution couldn't get any of the charges to stick.  Sure,
he had been expelled from school, but it just wasn't enough
for Dana.
     She took a deep breath as she walked out of the
courtroom with her parents.  She wasn't going to let this
ruin her life.  It was time to move on.

*************************************************************
Friday night\Saturday morning
June 16\17, 1984

     Dana was having the time of her life.  A friend was
having a huge summer party, and had invited hundreds of
people, apparently everyone she knew.
     She was talking to her best friend, Cathy, when another
friend, Caryn, came running up.
     "Hey Dana.  Take a look at who's over there."  Dana
looked through the crowds of people to see Ryan talking to
some old classmates.  She tried to turn away before he
spotted her, but it was too late.  He was heading their way.
     "Shit," she muttered.
     "See ya."  Caryn began to drag Cathy away.
     "Don't you dare," Dana hissed, grabbing them by the
wrists.
     "Hello Dana, long time, no see.  You look lovely," Ryan
said.
     "What do you want?" she asked coolly.
     "Well, I just wanted to see how you were.  I haven't
seen you in so long."
     "I'm fine.  Thanks for caring," she retorted.  Dana spun
on her heel and stalked away, Cathy and Caryn following
behind.

*************************************************************
Later that night...

     Dana had forgotten about Ryan.  She went over to the
refreshment table, and helped herself to what must have been
her twentieth glass of punch.
     "Hey, ya know I heard someone spiked the punch," said
the football quarterback, Neil Garrison said, coming up
besides her.
     Dana giggled.  "That must be why I feel so light
headed."
     "Me too," Neil agreed.  Just then, Cathy came up to
them.
     "Dana, I'm leaving.  Do you need a ride?"  She eyed her
warily, noticing her drunken state.
     "No, I'll catch a ride home with someone," she said, her
speech slurred.  "Let's dance Neil."  She dragged him out
onto the dance floor.  Cathy shrugged and left.

*************************************************************
Early that morning....

     Dana's bloodshot eyes were so blurry that she could
barely make out the time on her watch.  4:31.  There were
very few people left, most of whom she didn't know.  There
was Ryan, on the other side of the patio.  He noticed her
stumbling around, and walked over.
     "Dana, you don't look too well.  Do you need a ride?"
     "Yeah.  Okay," she mumbled.  He put his arm around her
to help her out to his car just in time, for she passed out.

************************************************************
Saturday afternoon
June 17, 1984

     Dana awoke slowly.  She had a cramped neck, her eyes
were watery, there as a foul taste in her mouth, her head
felt as though she were Wyle E. Coyote and had just had an
anvil dropped on her head, and her wrists and ankles were
sore.
     It took her a few minutes to realize that her wrists and
ankles were bound together, and her neck was stiff from
sleeping on a hard, wood floor.  It looked familiar.  She had
been there a few times before.  Then the horrifying reality
hit her like a brick.  It was Ryan's parents' cabin.
     "Well, well, well.  I see you're finally conscious,"
Ryan's cold words reached her ears through the pain.
     "Why, Ryan?  Why do this?" she asked, her voice
trembling slightly.
     "Why?  I was denied a normal life by my parents, and you
were the only one I really cared about, and you left.  I want
you to feel the pain I felt."
     "You sure didn't show it," she grumbled.
     "What?"  Ryan kicked her in the back.  "What did you
say?  Tell me, bitch!"  He kicked her again, causing Dana to
jerk away.
     "I said, you sure didn't show me you loved me by beating
me!"
     Ryan kicked her again. "Don't you DARE talk to me like
that!"  He administered three more kicks to her body, but
Dana only felt one before she fell back into the blissful
nothingness of unconsciousness.

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

     Dana slipped in and out of consciousness for a week.
She was always grateful for the unconsciousness to return,
which luckily occurred more often than consciousness.  The
times when she was aware of her predicament, she was horribly
beaten.  Ryan would kick her aside if she was in the way.  He
would poke her in the chest with a fork, and sometimes with a
knife, asking what she thought it felt like to have your
heart ripped out by someone you trusted.  He would walk all
over her, literally, and pulled her hair saying sometimes "he
had been so frustrated, he pulled out clumps of hair."  Dana
tried to disassociate herself with what was happening, but it
was hard.  Occasionally, he would give her a few sip of
water, but never enough to satisfy her.  The only thing Dana
could do was to pray.  But it seemed her prayers would never
be answered.  And than she fell back down the dark hole.

*************************************************************
Sunday evening
June 25, 1994

     Dana jerked awake sharply.  How long had she been out?
Where was Ryan?  What was he about to do?
     She looked around at her surroundings, confused, before
she realized it had all been a dream.  She wasn't back in
Ryan's cabin, although her current situation wasn't much
different.  She was chained to Jack Willis' radiator, his
hostage.  At least, it was Jack physically.  Mentally, she
wasn't sure anymore.
     Dammit, she thought that the nightmare's had stopped.
She thought that she had finally put the... incident with
Ryan behind her.  No one knew, not even Mulder.  Just her
parents.  She had been fine.  But this thing with Jack opened
old wounds, and poured salt into them.  She heard a door
slam, and knew she was alone.  She wept.

Finale.

"I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again...
silent all these years"  "Silent All These Years" -- Tori
Amos

"She screams in silence... a sullen riot penetrating through
her mind"  "She" -- Green Day