Twists of Fate(Thanks to 'Manda Kat for the title! J)
Author: Rorie Classification: MSR, Angst Author's notes: 2) This is set in an "alternate timeline." Nothing happened in the series after the hallway scene in FTF. 3) Bear with me, you all know me... you all know that I'm a rabid shipper. It'll happen.... 4) I know a lot of you have a problem with calling Scully "Dana." Normally, I would agree with you. However, as you read, hopefully, you'll understand why I chose to use her first name. 5) Thanks to Dr. Weesh and Haven for making the transcript of FTF available to all of us Philes. 'Cause even though I've seen FTF many times, I don't think I can quote it verbatim just yet. :-) Dedications: To my niece, Savannah, who is Madison Collier. And to Jodie, just because. UCLA
Medical Center "Dr. Collier to the ER STAT... Dr. Collier to the ER STAT!" ~~I wonder what this is about.~~ "Karl, could you finish rounds with the group, please?" "Yes, Dr. Collier." the young resident answered as he led the group of medical students to the next room. Dr. Collier raced to the ER. It was very rarely that she was paged to the ER, but when she was... it was serious. She stepped up to the nurses' station. "I was paged." "Yes, Doctor. Trauma four." She hurried in the direction of the trauma room. The nurse watched her leave with a look of sadness on her face. The red-haired doctor didn't know what she was walking in to. Dr. Collier pushed open the door and walked into chaos. She quickly saw who was in charge, and stepped over to speak to her... that's when she saw who the patient was. Her face went ashen, a nurse standing nearby was worried that she was going to pass out. "Oh my God, Isaac, NO!" she whispered, as she swayed on her feet. "Dr. Collier," a nurse said, placing a hand on her arm. "Your husband was in a serious car accident." The petite doctor did a quick visual assessment of her husband. She glanced at the machines monitoring his vitals. She knew he wasn't going to make it. She slowly turned to the doctor in charge. "Stop!" she said, quietly. "Please. We both know it's over. I need to spend some time with my husband." The trauma team looked at her incredulously. Finally, the other doctor nodded and ushered her team out of the room. After the team left, the competent doctor melted into a grieving wife. She pulled a chair over to the side of the table and took her husband's hand. "Isaac, you can't do this to me. Do you hear me? We... I need you." Tears ran down her face and dripped onto their clasped hands. "Dana?" a tiny voice asked. Her head snapped up. "Isaac," she whispered, "I'm here." "Dana, promise me you'll take care of Maddie. You won't let anything happen to her." Dana took a deep breath. Logically, she knew her husband was dying, but emotionally, she wasn't ready to face it yet. "Promise me, Dana, please!" Isaac pleaded. "I promise." Isaac sighed, "I love you, Dana, always." "Me, too." she answered in a whisper. The machine that had been so faithful in beating out the rhythm of Isaac Collier's heart suddenly betrayed her... it flat lined.... The doctor in charge of Isaac's case rushed into the room at the sound of the alarm. She looked at Dana, who was still clutching her husband's hand. Dana shook her head 'no' and bent down to kiss her husband's lips. "Goodbye, my love." "Time of death--1745." Johns
Hopkins University Hospital Dr. Dana Collier walked through the ER towards the exit. It had been a long day, and she was glad that it was finally over. All she wanted to do now was soak in a bubble bath and spend time with her daughter. As she reached the exit, an ambulance pulled up to the emergency doors. Forgetting all about leaving, she dove right in. "What do we have?" "Five-year-old male, auto vs. bicycle. He had a helmet on. Blood pressure: 70/palp, pulse: 140 and thready, respirations: 40 and shallow. IV normal saline started in the field. Hasn't regained consciousness." the EMT in charge recited quickly. "Do you have a name?" Dana asked. "Mulder, Timothy." the EMT answered, glancing at her paperwork. Dana froze for a second. She looked at the boy on the gurney and she knew. As soon as she really saw his face, it was obvious who his father was. The child was the spitting image of a man she hadn't seen in eight years--her former partner at the FBI, Fox Mulder. "Dr. Collier? Are you all right?" a nurse asked, snapping Dana out of her reverie. "Yes, I'm fine." she replied, "Let's get him into a room...." "Trauma four." the nurse directed as they raced down the hallway towards the room. Dana directed the nurses in their duties. It was obvious that the boy had a broken leg, arm, and clavicle. He was lucky that he had been wearing a helmet... his injuries could've been much worse. "Do we have any history? Allergies?" Dana asked, scared to give him anything that could worsen his already tenuous hold on life. "I'll check records, Doctor." a nurse said, leaving the room. "Thank you. Has anyone contacted Mu... the parents?" Dana asked. "No, Doctor. I'll do it as soon as we've got him stabilized." another nurse responded. Dana just nodded and went back to her patient. "Levage is negative." one of the ER residents announced. Dana breathed a sigh of relief. That was a good sign, no internal hemorrhaging in the abdomen. "We need an ortho consult down here right away." Dana instructed. The resident rushed to the phone and paged one. "On the way, Dr. Collier." The room was quiet, save for the beeps of the various machines that were hooked up to the patient. Timothy had been moved to a room on the surgical floor to wait for parental consent for surgery to set the broken leg. His arm was in a cast, and a shoulder immobilizer would have to be employed when the boy woke up. He still hadn't regained consciousness, but there were no signs of head trauma, the CT was normal. Dana suspected that it was his body's way of giving him time to heal. She hadn't left his side since he was brought in. She felt an attachment for the child, she didn't want him to be alone, even though, by staying, she knew she would be forced to see his father... and the woman who shared Fox Mulder's life. Dana smoothed down an unruly lock of Timothy's hair and smiled. It was the same place that never wanted to lay correctly on Mulder's head either. She held the boy's hand and allowed herself to remember the last time that she had seen her partner... ex-partner.... Mulder's
Apartment Scully knocked on the door to her partner's apartment and then opened it. Mulder was sitting at his desk, looking at something. He looked up and turned towards her. "What's wrong?" "Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately." she stated in a flat voice. Mulder turned back away from her, she continued, "I already gave Skinner my letter of resignation." "You can't quit now, Scully." "I can, Mulder. I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, but..." "We are close to something here!" Mulder turned in his chair to face her again. "We're on the verge!" "*You're* on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me." she said quietly. Mulder jumped out of his chair to head over to her. "After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?" he asked, incredulously. "I have, I did, it's done." "I *need* you on this, Scully." Mulder said, pleading. "You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back." Mulder stared at her with his wounded puppy look. She dropped her eyes from his gaze and turned to leave the apartment. "I gotta go." she said, leaving Mulder standing in her wake. A moment later, though, he was following her, his words stopping her flight. "You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!" Scully slowly turned to face her partner, even though her better judgment told her to run away. "Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To *debunk your work ,* to rein you in, to shut you down..." she said, trying to get him to see reason and let her leave quietly. "But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest... you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything... Scully, and you owe me nothing." Scully looked at him in shock. He'd... they'd never been this honest about their feelings before. Something had always stopped them. Her eyes became shiny with unshed tears as Mulder continued, "I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know if I can... and if I quit now, they win." Now her tears started falling in earnest, running down her cheeks and her lip quivering with the emotion that she had tried to hide for five years. She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, and he wrapped his around her. They stood in silence as her tears soaked his shirt. Finally, she pulled back and placed a kiss on Mulder's forehead, then rested hers against his, her tears still falling. They were surrounded by a cloud of unacknowledged, until now, emotion. Mulder raised his hands to the back of Scully's head and pulled gently so that he could see her face. She was being honest with her emotions, not hiding the tears from him as she had done so many times before. Their gazes locked, each person's eyes glowed with an unvoiced emotion... love, pure and simple... or not so simple, but still love. Slowly, as if pulled by a magnetic force, their heads moved closer. She knew what was about to happen... she wanted it to happen. Finally, their lips met in a long, passionate kiss that expressed the longing and tension of all of the years that they had fought against this very thing. The kiss was perfect and left them both breathless. Realizing that they were still standing in his hallway, Mulder grabbed Scully's hand and led her back to his apartment and shut the door. The next morning, she woke up by herself in Mulder's bed, his spot beside her still warm. She got up and dressed quickly, wanting to leave before he returned from his morning run. She didn't want to have to face him and tell him that even though she loved him, and even though last night had been perfect, she was still resigning from the Bureau. She scrawled a quick note and left it on his pillow, along with her copy of his key, and quietly left the building for the last time. The move to Los Angeles went rather smoothly. She was hired for a teaching position almost as soon as she sent in her résumé. UCLA jumped at a chance to get someone with her experience. It was now two months since she had left Mulder's apartment, she had missed one period already, and was now 3 days late on the second one. She had attributed the first miss to the stress of the move and finding a job. Now she wasn't so sure. She had been told, in no uncertain terms, that she would never be able to conceive and have a child in the natural ways. However, with this second lateness, she was beginning to hope that the diagnosis was wrong. She wanted a tangible part of Mulder with her, even if he wasn't. A few days later, now a week late for the second period, Scully broke down and bought a home pregnancy test after leaving her office at UCLA. She rushed home and into her bathroom to take the test. Her hopes were dashed, however, when she saw the evidence of normal monthly functioning... it was the stress, after all. She set the unused test box on the counter, cleaned herself up, changed into sweats and a t-shirt and dropped onto her bed, sobbing until her eyes stung, her throat was raw, and she fell into a restless sleep with dreams populated by blonde girls that turned into sand in front of her eyes, laughing babies that vanished when she touched them, tall, dark-haired men that were just out of her reach, and the fog of cigarette-smoke surrounding all. The Present Fox Mulder rushed up to the surgery floor nurses' station. "I'm looking for my son, Timothy Mulder." he exclaimed breathlessly. The unit secretary looked at a clipboard and said, "Room 2502... it's the second door from the end of the hallway." "Thank you." he said as he headed that way. He arrived at the room just in time to see a CNA coming out. "You must be Timothy's father." she said with a smile. He nodded. "I'm Hannah, I was taking his vital signs... they're stable." "How is he?" "I'm not a doctor, Mr. Mulder. You'll have to ask one. Dr. Collier's inside. She hasn't left him since he arrived in the ER. She's been sitting with him and talking to him all afternoon." Hannah smiled again, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish getting the other patients' vitals." Mulder nodded and the woman left to enter the next room. Mulder slowly pushed open the door to his son's room, not knowing what to expect. What he saw shocked him to the core. There holding his son's hand was a woman that he never thought he'd see again. A woman he hadn't seen in eight years, not since she left his bed and left the Bureau. Her hair was longer, but the way she held herself, left no doubt in his mind as to the doctor's identity. Dana's back was to the door so she didn't see who had entered. She had heard the door open but assumed that it was Hannah or one of the nurses. She was startled by a hand on her shoulder. A hand that was attached to a body with the deepest hazel eyes she had ever seen. The same hazel eyes that haunted her dreams. "Mulder!" she gasped, stunned. She stood up quickly and went into doctor mode. It was safer. She could hide behind the veneer of professionalism. "Timothy was very lucky. He had a helmet on. As it is, he's got a broken arm, clavicle, and leg. His arm has been set and he'll need to wear a shoulder immobilizer to stabilize the clavicle. His leg's the most serious injury. He needs to have surgery to set it. The surgeon suspects that a steel rod will have to be inserted to align the bone properly." she paused. It didn't look like Mulder was hearing anything that she had just said, he was too busy staring at her. He was pale, he looked like he had just seen a ghost. ~~Of course,~~ Dana thought wryly, ~~If he had just seen a ghost, he'd probably be asking if I had a camera to photograph it so that he'd have some evidence for his files.~~ She smiled slightly at the image, then sobered up. She knew nothing about him anymore, she didn't even know if he was still with the Bureau, let alone if he ever got the X-files back. "Mulder? Did you hear me?" she asked softly. "Yeah, surgery... steel rod." he answered mechanically. "Yes, you need to sign some consent forms. They're attached to the chart. I'll just go get it." Dana left the room and breathed a sigh of relief. This was harder than she had imagined. She headed for the nurses' station and grabbed Timothy's chart. She flipped open the chart and pretended to read as she walked slowly back towards the room. Not looking where she was going, she barreled right into a body. She looked up, "Excuse me. I should have been watching where I was going." "Yes, you should have." the answer came back. The woman who spoke was tall, about 5'9", with dark auburn hair that was pulled back into a French braid. She wore a haughty look on her classical features. "Can I help you find someone?" Dana asked, trying to break the tension. "Yes. My son, Timothy Mulder." Dana was stunned, but she showed no outward emotion. This was Mulder's wife, the mother of that boy in there. Not at all what she expected. "I'm headed to his room right now, if you'd like to follow me." Dana answered softly. The woman didn't answer so Dana headed quickly down the hall. At least in the room with Mulder there'd be another person. Funny, she still thought of him as her backup... someone to watch her back. Reaching the room, Dana pushed open the door. The woman rushed past her to Timothy's bedside and took his hand, "Timmy, baby, it's Mommy. Can you hear me? Come on, Baby, wake up!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong with him? Why won't he wake up?" she asked hysterically. Dana looked at Mulder hoping he'd do something about his wife. He saw the look in her eyes and moved to the other woman's side, taking her arm. ~~Looks like our unspoken communication still works.~~ Dana mused. "Meredith, calm down." Mulder ordered calmly. "Let the doctor talk." "CALM DOWN... CALM DOWN!! How am I supposed to calm down, Fox, when my baby boy is in a hospital bed." Meredith yelled, then she seemed to hear the last thing he had said. "She's the doctor? I don't want her to be... get a new doctor!" she demanded. Meredith knew exactly who the other woman was. It was her picture that was in Mulder's wallet, right next to Samantha's. "Mrs. Mulder...," Dana began, trying to diffuse the situation. "I'm not the surgeon who will be operating on your son. I worked on him in the ER when he was first brought in." "Thank you, I guess. Now can we see the surgeon?" Meredith asked in a falsely sweet voice. "I'll go have him paged." Dana said. She carried the chart with her and handed it to a nurse who was getting ready to go in the room. She walked back to the nurses' station. "Please page Dr. Sollars to room 2502. The parents are here now to sign the consents." "Yes, Doctor." the secretary answered. "I'm going home now... if Dr. Sollars needs to reach me, he can call my cell phone. The number's in the doctor's listing." The secretary just nodded. Dana walked wearily to the elevator. She managed to hold it together until she reached her car. Getting in, she let her head slump to the steering wheel, and sobs racked her body. Home
of Margaret Scully Dana Collier pushed open the front door to her mother's house. She and Maddie had been living there for a year, but she didn't consider it her home... it would always be her mother's. "Mom, Maddie, I'm home!" she called out. There was a sound, not unlike the stampeding of a herd of elephants, from upstairs, then the clatter of the herd running down the stairs. "MOOOOMMEEEEE!! You're home!! I thought you'd neveh come!!" four-year-old Madison Jenelle Collier yelled as she barreled into her mother's legs. Dana smiled and picked her daughter up. "I always come home. You know that, Maddie." Maddie smiled, "What took you tho long, Mommy?" she asked. "I had to take care of a little boy that got hurt." Dana answered. "Let's go see what Grammie's got for dinner." She sat Maddie down and the two of them headed for the kitchen. Maggie Scully turned from the stove when Dana and Maddie entered. "Dana, sit down. You look exhausted." Maggie ordered, concerned over the pallor of her daughter's face. "I'm fine, Mom. It's just been a long day." Dana said, sitting in one of the chairs at the already set table. "Mmmm, something smells good..." "Homemade spaghetti sauce, and it's just about done." Maggie said, putting the salad on the table. "Maddie, baby, go wash your hands for dinner." "Okay, Gwammie." Maddie said, heading out of the kitchen. 2045 EDT Bedtime was the time of day that Dana liked best. It meant time for just her and Maddie--no interruptions. Unless is was a life or death emergency, Maggie knew now to bother Dana then, for anything. Bathed, teeth brushed, hair braided, Madison Collier slipped under the covers of her bed. Dana kicked off her shoes and climbed up next to her daughter. Leaning against the headboard, she wrapped her arms around Maddie's tiny body. "Well, Munchkin, what will it be tonight?" she asked, hoping that Maddie wouldn't choose the Flukeman or killer shadows tonight. Those were Maddie's favorite X-Files, though she thought they were just great stories. Dana didn't give her all of the details, and she never told Maddie that they were true. Maddie looked up at Dana with her blue eyes that were amazingly like Dana's own, "Tell me about me, Mommy. How I came to you and Daddy." she pleaded. "You? Why do you want to hear such a boring story?" Dana teased as she tickled her daughter's tummy. "Mommy!!" Maddie squealed as she squirmed out of her mother's touch. "Okay, okay." Dana said, throwing up her hands in mock surrender. "Let's see... how does it start? Ah, yes, ten years ago...." "Mommy!" Maddie exclaimed in exasperation. "Thath not how it tharth. Thath too fah." "You mean it wasn't ten years ago?" Dana asked in mock-seriousness, playing the game that they played every time the story was told. Maddie shook her head 'no' vehemently. "Well, then how does it start, Smarty-pants?" "I'm only fouh... it tharth fouh yeahs ago...." "Okay, four years ago........." Home
of Isaac Collier Dr. Dana Scully reclined against the back of the sofa. Her fiancé, Isaac Collier, was in the kitchen getting some coffee and ice cream. Earlier, he had cooked them both dinner, quipping that he felt much safer if he cooked. Dana had tried to look upset at the comment, but secretly had to admit he was right. In the four years since she had left Washington and the Bureau, Dana's life had become relatively normal. She had started out just teaching forensic pathology. She loved it, but eventually she wanted more, and the University gave it to her. She was now teaching basic medical courses as well. She was also involved in the treatment of patients in the hospital. She loved it. It gave her a feeling of accomplishment, knowing she was making a difference in patients' lives, not just in their deaths. Earlier this year she had started dating Isaac Collier, a law professor at the University. He was tall, not quite as tall as Mulder, though. His hair was dark, but not as dark as Mulder's, and he had piercing blue eyes. He was soft-spoken, and shared a lot of the same interests as Dana. Their first date had been to the opera, something Mulder would have never done. Her family loved Isaac, especially Bill. He thought that Dana had finally found someone worthy of her. They were all ecstatic when Dana announced in mid-July that she and Isaac were engaged to be married. Her mom was in heaven, she finally had a wedding to plan. Hardly a day went by when her mom wasn't calling about some detail or another. The wedding was scheduled for December, and it was getting larger by the minute. Isaac came back into the living room carrying a tray, and startling Dana out of her thoughts. She looked up at him and smiled. Her life was perfect... or as perfect as it could be without Mulder in her life. She had accepted it and had gone on. Isaac set the tray on the coffee table and handed one of the mugs to Dana, she accepted it gratefully. They sat in silence, comfortable with each other's presence, when the solitude was shattered by the ringing of a telephone. Isaac jumped up to answer it, "Dr. Collier." //Isaac Collier?// a woman asked. "Yes." //This is Anna Simpkins, I'm a nurse at UCLA.// She paused, //A patient named, Kara Glendon, gave birth 2 days ago. I know this may come as a shock to you, Sir, but she named you as her daughter's father.// Isaac gasped, but asked Anna to continue. //Ms. Glendon checked herself out of the hospital today, but left the baby. She left a note on her bed signing away parental rights to the child, and Children's' Services has said that if DNA tests confirm your paternity, they'll release her to you.// Isaac managed to compose himself. "Thank you, Ms. Simpkins, I'll come to the hospital as soon as I can." He hung up the phone. Dana had only heard his side of the conversation which didn't tell her much. "Isaac?" she asked, coming up next to him. He turned to her, his face ashen. She put her arms around him and pulled him to her. "What is it?" "Dana, there's something I need to tell you." Isaac proceeded to tell her about an affair that he'd had with a student of his, Kara Glendon. She was a third year law student. She was a bright girl and played into his fantasies: beautiful, smart, but dependent on him. He remembered when they broke up, it had been 8 months earlier, she had obviously just found out that she was pregnant. She called and broke off the relationship and moved out of town, only 4 months short of graduation. He never heard from her again. Dana listened in silence, stunned, but not passing any judgment... she'd, herself, had an affair with one of her instructors at the Academy all of those years ago. When Isaac was finished with his story, Dana took his arm and led him towards the front door. "Come on," she said quietly, "We have a daughter to meet." We, she said, not you. She had accepted the baby from the very beginning. When she saw the tiny child, she fell hopelessly in love. When DNA results confirmed Isaac's paternity, she was the one that carried the tiny girl out to the car and buckled her into the car seat. She was the one who named her, she was Madison's mother from day one. They had never kept Maddie's true parentage a secret from Maddie, but there was never a question who her "real" parents were. Everyone who saw mother and daughter together commented on how much alike they looked. Maddie had the same blue eyes, and her hair, though dark, had distinct red highlights. If one didn't know the truth, no one would have ever know Maddie wasn't Dana's biological child. The Present Dana finished the story and kissed Maddie on the forehead. "G'night, Baby." she whispered. "G'night, Mommy." Maddie whispered back, "I love lou." "I love you, too." Dana replied as she shut off the light and pulled the door closed behind her. She headed down the hallway to the room that had been hers as a teenager, and was now hers again. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that read "FBI Academy." It was getting ragged at the hem and cuffs, but she loved it... it was Mulder's. Heading into the bathroom, she washed off the last vestiges of the day's makeup and examined herself in the mirror. She hadn't thought much about how her appearance was changing, but seeing Mulder earlier had shocked her. She wanted to see what he saw when he looked at her. Her hair was longer, brushing her shoulder blades. She had also let it indulge in its natural tendencies to curl. Isaac had talked her out of brushing out the curl each morning, and she had never started again. There were a few strands of silver that stood out, but nothing that worried Dana. There were a few more lines around the eyes and mouth, but on the whole, she was pleased with what she saw. Leaving the bathroom, she headed back downstairs to talk with her mother. It was one thing she really liked about living at home, she could debrief with an adult. Tonight, she really needed to talk to someone. Maggie was already in the living room holding a cup of coffee and another one was waiting on the coffee table for Dana. Dana sank gratefully onto the sofa and picked up the cup from the table and took a sip. Her eyes drifted closed for a second while she took a deep breath to compose her thoughts. Maggie watched her daughter, she knew that something had happened that day. Something that upset her, something that made her stay at the hospital almost 4 hours past the end of her shift. She didn't say anything, when Dana was ready--she'd talk. Dana took another sip of her coffee then set it back on the table. She took a deep breath and turned to her mother. She decided that the direct approach was the best, so she dove right it, "Mom, I saw Mulder today." Maggie looked surprised, "And?" "The case I stayed late on?" Maggie nodded. "It was his son. I could have left after getting him stabilized, but I had to stay... it was like a need. I had to make sure he was okay." Dana paused. "I knew that by staying I would be forced to see Mulder and his wife, but I couldn't leave. Something wouldn't let me." She knew she was rambling and probably not making any sense, but her thoughts were jumbled right now, and she had to say them out loud. Maggie nodded again, "I understand, Honey." she said, "Somewhere in the back of your mind, there was the 'what if.' What if you had stayed... what if he were your son...." Dana nodded, her mom had hit the nail right on the head. "So what happened when you saw Mulder?" Maggie asked, curious to know. "Not much.... I was stunned at first. I mean, I knew I'd have to see him, but it didn't prepare me for the reality of it. I tried to stay professional... I was the boy's doctor, nothing more." She paused, "Then his wife showed up. Not at all what I expected. I used to think Mulder's type was the tall, leggy brunette. His wife is a tall, leggy, redhead. She looks like she's used to money. She was dressed impeccably. She's probably got the education to go with the power suit, too. She struck me as a little cold, though. And, definitely over the top in her reaction to her son's injury. It's like she was trying to impress me, or Mulder, with how devoted she is to him." She paused again, this time taking another swallow of the cooling coffee. She made a face, but drank it anyway. Maggie had been watching her daughter's face during the monologue, a thousand emotions flitted across it.... She sighed inwardly, she knew that Dana had never gotten over Mulder. Oh, she had loved Isaac and had moved on with her life, but in the deepest part of her soul, she'd always belong to Fox Mulder. Maggie put her hand on Dana's arm. "Are you going to see him again?" she asked. Dana smiled for a moment, it sounded like something you'd ask after a first date. "I don't know, Mom. I'm going to check on his son tomorrow, if I see Mulder, I see him, if I don't, well...." "You'll be very disappointed." Maggie concluded. Dana sighed and nodded. He's married, he's probably mad at her, but she still wanted to see him. She didn't quite understand it, but she needed to be in the same room with Mulder. It was a compulsion that she didn't want to fight. She'd been fighting that compulsion for eight years now, it was time to stop fighting. End of part 2.... |
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