- My take of "All Things" - one of my favorite episodes ever. I really like the way how Gillian was trying to depict the emotions of Scully. I always appreciated the love and friendship between Scully and Mulder and think that this is a great base to bring it furthermore to a whole new level. I do NOT own any of the characters NOR the script for any of original "The X files" episodes but would like to thank FOX and Gillian Anderson for this amazing episode.
- This is my second fanfic. Enjoy!
Time passes in moments which rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path- to see the reasons why all things happen. To consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And seeing those choices, choose another path.
Prologue: This story evolves right after Scully leaves Daniel (for good). But she finds herself broken and scattered to many pieces. Mulder had not returned home yet and feeling desperate without having anyone close by to share her thoughts and to offer her any comfort, she decides to have a drink to ease her mind; which she instantly realizes as a very bad choice.
Dana Scully instantly regretted her decision of having a drink after the unpleasant dizziness and the nauseous feeling hit her more quickly than she thought. She just had three shots and to her surprise, it was more than enough to alert her that she needed some assistance to even to walk out of the bar.
Maybe like all those years, the FBI has really changed her capabilities in all the ways! She thought to herself.
The droopy effect of alcohol has just put another dimension to her pain and heartache. The entire bar seems to be floating to her and she sat tight and covered her face with her hands so that she didn't see the uncanny faces of strangers looking at her at this unusual hour. She needed someone to help her out. She was always strong and capable to lead her own life, but for some reason, the whole incident with Daniel has made a lapse in her tightly shielded life and things seem to be slipping out of her control now.
The intimate feeling of meeting Daniel over the past couple of days was causing her more pain than she imagined. Meeting him always, caused her to stop and re-think of her decisions. All those years ago, meeting Daniel blinded her with an unconventional romance. But now it was a completely life-changing coincidence that had lead her to an unbearable desperateness about her own life choices. His words were still lingering in her years.
His vision of her own life gave her an unbearable emptiness within; after all the years chasing for monsters and looking out for the truth, only this unintended meeting with Daniel had made her realize that she want a life, a normal life, a life to be cherished and touched – especially a one that she should be having at this very moment of her life.
You have a life.
I don't know what I have. Your X rays were in the wrong envelope. I never would have even known you were here if it wasn't for a mix-up.
It's just- [ Sighs ] What do you want, Dana?
I want everything I should want at this time of my life. Maybe I want a life I didn't choose.
She was mesmerized by his calmness. He was stubborn with his own decisions, so was she. His mature self was a lot for her to explore and embrace as a young medical student. They were madly in love beyond all the obstructions which held them apart. Her family, his family, the faculty and basically everybody around them strictly disapproved their romance, but somehow it grew wildly each day each time they met secretly. She hardly recalled those memories, but today it started replaying in front of her eyes and she felt herself too weak to control herself or to distract her. Daniel was a firm lover. He was mature than her and she felt safe in his embrace, usually on his dark office room. The familiar smell of his old books and his woody perfume was so well blended with her life.
She needed someone to share her burden, someone to console her, tell her that she did the right thing and to assure her that everything is ok. She missed Melissa, again blaming her own self for the consequences that has caused by her own life choices.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea brought her back to the present. She breathed deeply, the dizziness is now getting more and more intense and she knew she would be in a greater trouble this Friday night if she didn't go home soon. She managed to peep in to her wrist watch to have a clear glimpse of time; it was all blurred, making her headache worse.
Mulder..- She whispered. She remembered he was out of town for his crop circle investigation, which didn't make sense to her at all. Thanks to her "drink" she couldn't even clearly recall when he would be back. The only option she had was to call him thinking that at least he would drive her home, if he had come home. Despite her greatest embarrassment and shame of letting him find her in such a flimsy state, she pulled her phone out with shaky hands.