Title: Memories

Author: Twilight Walters

Rating: PG/K+

Categories: Story - Romance Angst

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance S

poilers: Colony, Duane Barry

Summary: When Scully's recollection of her abduction starts becoming clear she takes comfort in her partner and with a little match making from Skinner and Margaret Scully who knows what might happen? Set around season three.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Chris Carter and Fox. No copyright infringement intended.

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Memories By Twilight Walters

In a car in the middle of no-where's-ville Nr. Washington 01:13am

Dana Scully woke with a jolt. (it was just a dream) she thought to herself, (it was just a dream, It wasn't real) She was sat in the passenger set of yet another rental car, on yet another waste of time 'case'. She rubbed her eyes wearily. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept properly. She looked over to her partner who looked almost as tired as she did.

"Why do we do this Mulder?" Scully asked him.

Agent Mulder glanced over to his partner "It's our job; it's what we get paid for." He had replied so matter of factually that she almost believed him. "You're tired, get some sleep. It shouldn't be long now."

"I'm fine" Scully replied snappily. (She's been doing that a lot lately) Mulder thought to himself making a mental note, she carried on "In fact why don't we swap. I could do with something different to do. Other then thinking about what a bad driver you are that is." She flashed him one of her only joking smirks as he pulled into a lay by to change seats.

It was only twenty minutes later when Agent Scully pulled up in front of her apartment. "Are you sure you don't want me to take the car back, Mulder?" Scully asked as they both got out of the rental car.

"No it's fine, I'll take it back in the morning. Let me walk you up to your apartment, it's late." Mulder asked gallantly.

"Mulder, I have a gun." Was all the argument he needed to let her walk up alone. "See you in the morning."

"Night Scully, Sweet dreams." Mulder said as Scully headed for the stairs.

"Yeah, right." Scully said under her breath. "Chance would be a fine thing."


Washington DC FBI Building 6.39am

Mulder entered his and Scully's basement office, armed with a Starbucks latte to help him get though the morning. He stopped short, when he realised that his partner was already there and hard at work. Scully looked up to greet him.

"Morning, Mulder." Scully glanced absently at the small clock on her desk then added, "You're early this morning."

"I could say the same to you." Mulder said, as he eyed the three empty coffee mugs sat on the desk. "Since what time have you been here?"

"Since about 5.15am, I couldn't sleep."

"Why Agent Scully have you been working too hard?" he said in a mocking tone, as he knew full well that she always worked too hard. "Seriously though, you look shattered," he added cautiously "you've not exactly been your self for the past couple of weeks."

"I'm just so tired. I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep" She added the last in a whisper as she brushed her hair back off her face and revealed just how tried and drained she really did look.

"What do you mean you don't want to sleep?" he asked concerned.

"I just don't want to." Scully said sternly.

"But why?" Mulder countered as he perched himself on the edge of his desk.

"Its just..." Scully hesitated, "... every time I fall asleep I have dreams, and not the good type." She looked to Mulder for a reaction or a sarcastic comment but he just remained looking at her, waiting for her to continue. "It's stupid really... just last night was worse than before." She paused, then hoping to entice Mulder into a fight and change the subject added. "I guess it has something to do with that 'cock and bull' story we had to listen to yesterday."

"I know you only said that to try and change the subject you know." He gave her a half smile. "These dreams. What are they about?"

"Like I said it's stupid but I know you won't drop it, so here goes. I'm in a big white room, I can't see the walls. I'm laid on an operating table and I can't move. There are people around me but I can't see them clearly and there is surgical equipment. Then I wake up. Every time a little more happens." She looked to him, she knew what he was thinking, she had thought the same thing.

"You do know what you've just described, don't you?"

"I've got a pretty good idea what you think it is." She jested.

"You've described a classic example of an abduction, your memories are coming back, Scully."

"Mulder, I..." But Mulder cut her off before she could finish.

"Scully read the files, its been well documented." He had turned straight from concerned friend to FBI agent, he started to walk to the filing cabinets.

"I already have." She replied knowing in her head that what he said could be true, and knowing in her heart that it was.

"Well then you can't argue with me." For once he had some almost tangible facts.

"Normally I would but I just don't have the energy right now."

He looked back to her face and was reminded just how tired she looked. She was his partner but more importantly she was his friend, and she needed him "When was the last time you slept?" the concern had returned to his voice.

"What, really slept?" she asked, when he nodded she continued "About four of five days ago."

"That long? ...Well if you ever feel scar..." he was going to say scared but, realising she would never admit to that, changed his thought process "...Bored or anything you know where I am, no matter the hour." He said smiling.

"Thanks, Mulder." She thought to herself (he always says the right things, even though sometimes he can be a pain in the ass) she returned his smile.

"Hey, that's what partners are for."


Washington DC FBI Building Thursday, 2.39pm A couple of weeks later.

As AD Skinner approached his office door he saw Dana Scully looking once again dazed and distant without so much as a smile. He was getting increasingly worried; he had first noticed her acting like this over a week ago. He was even more concerned as Mulder and Scully were his favourites, though he would never admit it but his wife, Sharon had often mentioned it. When she did he would just say that he respected them because they stood up for what they believed in, though he had never managed to completely convince her. As Scully passed him without so much as a 'Good Afternoon, Sir' Skinner called her back.

"Scully." Skinner said in a load voice bringing Scully out of her trance.

"Sir." Scully replied, quickly taking in her surroundings and realising where she was.

"May I have a word in my office?"

"Yes, Sir." She never had managed to read Skinners tone of voice but the first thing that came to mind was (What has Mulder done now?) The AD motioned for her to enter his office.

"Please have a seat, Dana."

(First name, bad sign) "Sir, is there something wrong?"

"Kinda... I have noticed that you haven't been your normal self lately, you've seemed somewhat distant. Is there anything wrong? Anything I can help with? Anything I should know?"

"No, I'm fine, Sir." She replied before she had even thought about the question but she wouldn't have changed her response anyway, she was far too headstrong and they both knew it, but still, it comforted her to know that she had colleagues that cared.

"Would you tell me, if there was something wrong, I mean?" he said eyeing her curiously.

"Yes Sir, but really, I'm fine." Scully knew deep down that her superior hadn't brought her story but she also knew that he hadn't asked strictly as an AD. She knew too that he wouldn't push the subject.

"Okay, Dana."

"Is that all, Sir?" She queried.

"That will be all, Agent Scully." He said as he watched her leave, he knew there was definitely something wrong.

All the way back to the office she couldn't stop thinking (He was really concerned. I know he's not heartless but I'm still a little surprised.) She was still deep in thought as she entered the basement office again.

"Scully, You alright?" Mulder asked seeing she looked kind of out of it, again.

"I'm fine,. ...You'll never guess where I've just been."

"Where?" he looked curious.

"Skinners office, I think he was actually concerned about me." She said as she smiled at him still sat at his desk.

"Skinner, The Assistant Director, Are we talking about the same guy?"

"He's not that bad and you know it. The amount of times he's bailed you out are uncountable."

"I know. He's quite a nice guy actually...but don't you dare tell him I said that." He said smirking "And of course he does have a soft spot for you."

"Since when?" she gave him a look that said 'First I've heard about it'.

"Since always." Mulder replied almost laughing as she collapsed into her chair, the laughter was soon replaced by concern "When's the last time you slept?"

"About two or three weeks ago." Mulder gave her that look that he always did, as if to say 'ouch'.

"Scully?" he said hesitantly. "Why don't you talk to someone, try therapy maybe even try regression hypnotherapy? Something has got to help."

"Mulder, you're the only one I can talk to... I don't think I even want to know what happened to me... I just want the dreams to go away." She paused, "Mulder...you remember when you said that if I ever wanted to I could come around?" she asked hoping he did.

"Yeah." He said as he perched on the side of her desk.

"Well my dreams are, they just keep getting worse..." as she was speaking she could feel her eyes filling with tears, just thinking about them made her scared now "...so I was wondering if you would mind me staying around yours just for a couple of nights." She was avoiding making eye contact, as she was afraid that he would think she was being silly.

"That would be fine Scully." He said softly, he could see how frightened she was.

"I just don't want to be alone in my apartment."

"Really, it's fine." He said as he gave her a comforting smile.