FEEDBACK WELCOME AND GREATLY APPRECIATED!! Title: Abject Lethe Author: Clover Blue email address: glassrain@hotmail.com Disclaimer: See part 1 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 4/4 Dana Scully's Apartment 8:10 pm "It looks like a small tornado hit." Mulder commented at the condition of Scully's apartment. Strewn across her coffee table were papers,medical journals and a host of other articles laid about the floor. "I thought I'd get to know myself." She explained. Mulder smiled. "Find anything interesting?" "Actually yes." Scully said her voice laced with a tinge of excitement. "Apparently I joined the FBI academy directly from medical school. After graduating, I taught at Quantico for two years. Then I was assigned to partner with you." "Obviously, the highlight of you life." He joked. "Very good, Scully. There'll be a pop quiz later." "Mulder, did you know I listened to Otis Redding?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise as she went over to the CD player to prove it. Within seconds, Otis Redding's "Try A Little Tenderness" filled the room. Mulder placed his hands on his hips. "Well Rocky, got any other rabbits to pull out of your hat?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 10:20 pm Sitting companionly next to each other on the couch, Scully and Mulder flipped through her family album. The sounds of Motown's best floated in the background. "You were a cute kid Scully." Mulder said coyly. Scully smiled a sad smile. "What's wrong?" He asked in a whisper. "I feel so unworthy." She replied simply. "Unworthy?" Mulder asked a bit confused. "Why?" "Looking at these pictures, talking to her mother. People love and care for the other Dana. I just find myself so unworthy of "her". The other Dana." Scully let out a small sigh. "But you are her," Mulder said in a throaty voice. "You just can't remember that right now." "And what if I never remember?" Mulder shook his head slowly. "I don't accept that." A small smile played on Scully's lips. "Are you always this postive?" At that he laughed. "Ah, Scully," he chuckled, "if you only knew the irony of that statement." They fell back to silence and leafed though the album again. The music lulling them. "You know what the worst thing about all this is Mulder? Not knowing the little things. Little things like my favorite food, my favorite color, my favorite movie. I don't even know if I can dance." She confessed sadly. Mulder studied her profile for a moment, then stood up. She watched as he held out his hand to her. "Why don't we find out?" She looked at him for a moment then took the hand offered to her. He held her close to him as they danced to "I Only Have Eyes For You." As they swayed with the music, she rested her head on his chest and felt his heart beat. She felt him decline his head and rest his chin lightly on her head. She heard him breath deeply. Then he pulled her even closer to him. He held her as though she belonged to him. Being here in his arms seemed the only safe place she knew. It was then, she felt it. The overwhelming sense of loss washed over her. Before she knew it, tears began to fall from her eyes and wet the front of his his shirt. He reached beneath her chin and tilted her face to his. He saw the tears run down her face. He knew her pain. It was witten there on her face. Loss, confusion, incertainty. "Am I that bad a dancer Scully?" he whispered. She smiled at him through her tear. Her pained smiled almost broke his heart. It was then he understood Margret Scully. To see someone you love in pain and not being able to help them. He searched her face. For what, he did not know. Then suddenly, there it was. What he was looking for. It was in her eyes. For a brief moment Scully, his Scully, appeared. He slowly inclined his head and pressed his lips lightly to her forehead. Then seeking a way to further soothe her he brushed a feathery light kiss on both of her eyes. He became aware of the fact that she leaned against him fully. If he were to step away from her, she would surely fall to the floor. At that moment he knew exactly what he should do. Reaching beneath her, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1:30 am Unable to sleep, Mulder turned his concentration to his paper work. After placing Scully in her bed, she almost immediately fell asleep. He had watched her sleep for awhile. To him, her small frame seemed to be completely engulfed by the bed. Sitting in a chair by her bed, he remembered the first time he had ever saw her. He remembered how suspicious he was of her and her motivies. It wasn't until later, he didn't know when or how it happened, that he came to care for her more than he did himself. As he looked at her, he thought again how fragile she seemed. And again he promised himself that no more harm would come to her as long as he lived. He reached over and brushed a strand of her from her face. He let his hand linger longer than he should have. "Ah, Scully..." he whispered, "what am I going to do with you?" He left her to sleep peacefully. Which was more than he could say for himself. Seeing Scully's face tonight, her total trust in him worked itself on his mind and wouldn't allow him sleep. The sound of his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts. "Mulder." he answered. "Mulder,this is Byers." "A little past your bed time isn't Byers?" "We may have some new information on Scully's disapperance." Byers said in a rushed voice. Mulder sat up. "I'm all ears." "Mulder, have you ever heard of the ARK PROJECT?" "No. What is it?" "In 1947, a group of researchers began a top secret genetics project called ARK. It was the belief o this group that they could purify a species DNA. Therefore creating a master race of sorts." "For what purpose?" "Preservation." "Preservation for what?" "Armagedon." The ramification of this revolation shock Mulder, and made perfect sense. What better way to make sure the human race continues? Collecting the best parts of human DNA, would assure a better species. "Thanks Byers." "Mulder,one more thing. The group was formed under a man that worked for Hilter's Nazi medical corps. And we all know the end of those experiments." "Apparently not all of them." After hanging up with Byers, Mulder pondered this new information. But now, try as he may, he could no longer hold sleep at bay. He decided not to fight and surrendered to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 2:15 am The cool hand brushed over Mulder's cheek as lightly as a feather. The pure gentleness of the touch made Mulder open his eyes. When he did, he saw Scully sitting on the couch next to him. Her hand resting on his cheek. In a hushed voice barely above a whisper she said "Mulder. I remember." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- En Route to Earl Adams' Husbandry Farms 5:50 am In the early morning darkness, Mulder and Scully race toward the husbandry farm. In his head Mulder replayed Scully's account of her disapperance from the moment she woke him up. He recalled seeing her in his hazy state of sleep. His first reaction to her touch was to place his own hand over hers and press it to his skin. As the impact o her words penetrated his sleepy haze he sat up. "Mulder, I remember." He cupped her face in his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. There he saw what he had been searching for. No longer was he looking into the eyes of a stranger, now he was staring into the soul of his Scully. He dropped his hands from her face to her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace. They clung to each other like two lost souls finally finding each other. Pulling away, but keeping her in his embrace he looked into her face again. "Can you remember anything about your disapperance?" he asked. "Yes," she nodded, "I think I do. Most of it at least." He placed his hand on her cheek as a sign of encouragement. "I remember working on the Dodworth case with you. Then leaving to go to my apartment. I pulled up in front of the building. As I got out of my car someone grabbed me from behind. A hand pressed over my mouth. I felt a small prick in my neck. Then I blacked out." Shead pulled away from him and had walked over to the window. With her back to him, she wrapped her arms around herself and stared blanky out the window. Mulder said nothing. He waited until she was ready to go on. He gave her time to connect the images in her mind. "After that everything is hazy. Strange feelings and images of things I don't understand." "What kind of things?" He asked gently. "I remember the feeling that I was not alone. That...there were others with me. Who these others were I don't know." She paused to take a breath then went on. "I remember lying on a concrete floor, my eye feeling as though it was about to explode. I think I was struck in the face." She unconsciously touched her hand to her face. "I remember running. It was dark, and I was running in a cold wet ditch. Someone's behind me. Chasing me. I'm trying to out run him, but my body is so tired. Then suddenly I'm lying face down in the mud. The back of my head is throbbing. I can barely make out their voices. But I heard one say, 'what's the point? Leave her.'" She turned to him. "The next thing I remember is waking up at the hospital and seeing you." Through her account of the events, Mulder said nothing. he sat silently, motionlessly on the couch. His anger buring in his stomach. His need to strike out at something was great, and it was building. He looked over to where she was standing by the window. The moonlight falling upon her form. He saw her as he always saw her. As his lighthouse. An unfailing beacon which guided him on his course. A course he must now take. He grabbed his shoes and his weapon. "What are you doing Mulder?" She asked at his sudden actions. "I'm going to pay a visit to our friend Earl Adams." He said his voice thick with anger. Now as he drove, with Scully in the seat next to him, it all began to fall into place. He just hoped he could get to the farm in time. In time to stop the cover up. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 6:10 am >From half a mile away Mulder and Scully could see the flames of the fire lick the sky. "Damnit!" Mulder exclaimed. "We're too late!" Mulder pressed the gas pedal to the floor as hard as he could. Sliding to a stop in front of the farm, they jumped out of the car. The main house and barn were completely engulfed by fire. Stray farm animals litted the fields. There was no one to be seen. "It' gone Scully," Mulder yelled. "All gone! All the evidence, all the proof is buring right before our eyes." Mulder kick the car in disgust. He looked over at Scully. Her face was calm and placid as she stared into the fire. "Scully? Scully are you all right?" A slow smile creeped across her face. A low halting laugh escaped her lips. It grew suddenly into insane laughter. Laughing she shook her head. She turned to face him exposing an expression of jovial anguish. "No, Mulder." She said laughing through her tears. "No I'm not." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Special Agent Fox Mulder Field Report X-File case number 477110 Upon investigation in Special Agent Scully's disapperance many questions remain to be answered. Agent Scully's attacker has yet to be apprehended or identified. There are no traces of the albino husbandry farmer Earl Adams or his wife. Firefighters and arson investigators report they have found no human remains among the farm ruins. As of the time of this report Mr. Adams and his wife are wanted for questioning. After several days of rehibilitation, Special Agent Scully was judged fit for work and will be returning to the X-Files. Her return marsk a intermittent experience not only for the X-files but for Agent Scully as well. Though the events surrounding Agent Scully's disapperance are both mysterious and tragic, it is in my opinion, an incident that was destined to happen. Her previous disapperance, resulted in the extraction of Agent Scully's ovum. Thus Agent Scully is now unable to have children. It is my belief that Agent Scully was taken, again, with the intent that she be montitored on her current condition. However, statements made by Agent Scully lead me to believe much more. In the end, Agent Scully's disapperance can be chalked up to some sort of "routine maintenance check." Whether or not a reaccurance of Agent Scully disapperance will happen again, remains to be seen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- FBI Basement 5:52 pm Mulder was putting the finishing touches on his report when Scully walked in. Lifting his head he greeted her. "Hey Scully." "Mulder." She replied and walked over to where he was sitting at his desk. "Hey Scully, is it true what they say? That you can never go home again?" He quipped. "Standing here with you Mulder, I find that quite hard to believe." They both grinned. "Looks like I'll be able to come back to work tomorrow." Scully said. "That soon?" Mulder aksed. "I was thinking about moving your stuff out >from your work area and installing a tanning bed." Scully shook her head. A moment of akward silence fell upon them. The events of the past few days floating around them. "Well." She said. "Well." He answered. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow Mulder." "Yeah bright and early." Turning to leave she stopped at the door. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "Thank you." She said simply. Looking into her eyes he nodded his aknowledgement of those simple words. He thought as he watched her leave the room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The End Any comments? Feedback welcome!! Send to glassrain@homail.com