I know Scully did her residency in forensic medicine, but for this story, let's just act like she did a run in the ER too. I needed a meet cute for them.

Dana Scully was in her last stretch of residency when the accident happened. A family of three hit by a large pickup truck in their smaller vehicle. The car flipped several times, ejecting the mother from the car killing her instantly. The father died shortly after due to internal injuries. Though the four year old daughter of Teresa and Kent Knight, somehow survived with no serious injuries, she was doomed to live her life in the foster system.

Dana was working the ER when they girl was brought in. Her face had minor scrapes and her wrist was swollen and bruised. The girl was hysterical, screaming as they rolled her in on the gurney.

Dana came running toward the child.

"Found in an overturned vehicle, parents were both gone when we arrived. No one can get her to calm down and tell us her name," the paramedic informed her as the girl continued her hysterical sobs as a nurse tried to remove her jumper.

"No! No! No!" the girl screamed, pushing the nurses hands away.

"She's in shock," Dana snapped at the other workers. "Let's get her to a private room so she can calm down."

When the nurse reached for the little girl again, the girl let out another shriek. "No! No! No!"

Dana pushed the nurse's hands away and moved to look the tiny girl in the face. "Sweetie, I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?"

The little girl nodded and sucked in a breath that was choppy with her quivering chin.

Dana smiled at her. "Good girl. Now let's keep doing that."

She couched the girl through her deep breaths as they moved her into a private room. The little girl wore a navy blue jumper and her dark brown curls in pig tails. Her white tights and buckle shoes were still in good condition, in fact the little girl look dressed up.

The nurse once again moved toward her again, the girl launched herself into Dana's arms, away from the nurse again. The little girl stared at the nurse with horror through her watery eyes. "Okay, Carrie, why don't you stand over there? She seems to be very leery toward other people," Dana instructed her ER nurse who replied with a nod.

Gently placing the little girl on the bed, Dana decided against trying to change her into the robe and to just keep her in the jumper for now.

"Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?" she asked the little girl.

"Shiloh…" the girl said warily, her voice shaky.

Shiloh raised her hand and touched Dana's necklace. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face beat red from all the crying, but she seemed to have calmed tremendously.

"Shiloh," Scully said softly, rolling her sleeves up, "does your wrist hurt?"

The little girl nodded her head, but she didn't want to stay on that topic. "Where's Mommy?" Shiloh asked her.

Scully took a deep breath and stopped her examination long enough to look the little girl in the face. "Sweetie, your parents…"

There was no need to say more. The girl may have been young, but she already had the skills of reading people. But the girl was done crying. Instead, she looked up at Doctor Dana Scully and nodded. "Okay…" she said sadly. "Daddy and Mommy are with the angels too…"

Dana Scully's heart broke as the little girl simply accepted this as fact. She was still blessed with both her parents and couldn't imagine life without them, but this little girl was taking it with almost a numbness. It was as though all her life she had been told that this was going to happen, that when it did she just needed to accept it and move on.

Shiloh Knight was four years old when her parent died on Saturday, December 23, 1989. She had no family, no aunts and uncles or even grandparents and her parent's funeral was to be held December 27. The girl was destine to spend the rest of her life bouncing from home to home in the foster system.

Days passed and Scully felt herself become more and more attached to the girl, until it was the day before Christmas eve.

Shiloh survived a car crash with little more than a couple scrapes and a fractured wrist, but the emotional damage was much more severe. She didn't look anyone in the eye if Scully was not in the room, she refused to speak to social workers and the police, and she didn't sleep if she wasn't sedated or Scully wasn't there to reassure her everything would be fine. Dana Scully was the only one who could get through to the child. The day came for the social workers to place her, the entire hospital could hear the girl screaming.

"Dana! Dana!" she screamed frantically trying to get away from the social worker.

Scully ran through the hallway toward the girl's calls as the woman tried to restrain Shiloh and drag her to the door.

"Stop!" Scully commanded with such a fierce amount of authority the woman obeyed, releasing the girl. Shiloh ran to Scully and wrapped her arms around her legs, peering at the social worker around her hip.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped, placing a hand over the little girl's back attempting to calm her.

"She's now a ward of the state, she can't just stay here," the woman stuttered, realizing that this was not going to be as easy as she had hoped.

Shiloh looked up at Scully with massive sad blue eyes. "Don't make me go, Dana. Please don't make me go…"

Scully swallowed hard. She didn't want to see her go either. In fact, she had grown extremely attached to the girl. Even when she got off, she would be camped out in Shiloh's room, reading her stories and telling her about her family.

"It's nearly the holidays and you found her a home?" Scully asked.

The woman looked sheepish as she shook her head. "We weren't given enough notice to find her a foster home, but there's a bed for her at Hope's Shelter for Girls."

Scully's heart dropped to her stomach. No way was she allowing Shiloh to go to a shelter.

"Is there any way I can get emergency custody?" she asked softly. This wasn't something she ever saw herself doing, but there was something about Shiloh. She was special in some way. This girl was fragile, more than that, she shared a sort of bond with the little girl. Something says she could honestly say wasn't something that had happened before.

"There are certain qualifications, certain requirements-" the social worker rambled.

"But I can do it?" Scully snapped trying to get the woman to focus.

The woman looked frustrated. "Yes, but there is paperwork-"

"Then get it. Shiloh has been through enough. I'm not letting her drown in the foster system," Scully pressed picking up the child and setting her on her hip.

The social worker handed her a stack of papers. "Fill those out, if you would like anything more than emergency temporary custody there is more paperwork for you to fill out. But that requires a home visit and-"

"Whatever it is, I'll do it. Just let me take Shiloh home," Scully said almost weakly.

Shiloh buried her face into Scully's neck as she filled out paper after paper. When she finally signed the last X, Scully left. Taking the little girl home to her apartment. It was the beginning of a new life.

The next March, Scully was recruited into the FBI, but it wasn't until March of 1993 that things really became interesting.

Shiloh Knight became Shiloh Scully on December 5, 1991. She attended Valley Catholic Elementary School two blocks away from the Hoover Building in which Scully had been reassigned as a partner to Fox Mulder on the X-Files.

"Then Mark Williams said I was a rent-a-kid! I'm not a rent-a-kid, am I Mommy?" Shiloh asked her mother as they walked up the steps to the school.

Scully frowned, she already didn't like the Williams kid and made a mental note to talk to her teacher about him teasing Shiloh about being adopted, but that was going to have to wait. She had to make a good impression and get to work on time first.

"No, Shiloh," Scully replied, fixing her daughter's jacket and kneeling down to look her in the eye. "You are perfect and I love you."

Shiloh's blue eyes lit up. "I love you too Mommy."

Scully smiled. "Good, now give me a kiss so I can go to work." Shiloh leaned down and kissed her mother on the lips.

Scully double check her backpack. "Are you going to pick me up today, Mommy?"

"No, Grandpa is." She didn't have to see her daughter to know she was pouting slightly. She loved her grandparents, but she was definitely a mommy's girl. She kissed her daughter one last time before dropping her off at her classroom.

As she walked the two blocks to the Hoover building, Scully took a deep breath. She was preparing herself for change. Little did she know that no amount of deep breathing would be able to prepare her for her entire life's new direction.

Fox Mulder sat in his basement office, the office that he was dubbed to believe he deserved. He was brilliant, bold, but his belief and search of the unknown made him a joke in the eyes of his colleagues. "Spooky Mulder." A nickname he was cursed with while he searched for his lihis little grey men.

He knew they were sending someone down to be his partner, to debunk his work. The moment he learned the name, he dug up every possible bit of information about her. Undergraduate degree in physics from Maryland University, went to medical school, was an instructor at Quantico. The woman was obviously brilliant, sent to him to use her science to put an end to the X-Files.

He only had a limited time with the file so reading anything into her personal past was out of the question.

When there was a knock on the door, he promptly decided he was going to give her hell. "Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted."

Dana Scully pushed the door open to see Mulder working over some sort of light. Newspaper cut outs were hung on the wall along with a poster of a UFO that said "I WANT TO BELIEVE". She was immediately taken back, but she pretend she wasn't.

Finally Mulder looked up at her and she smiled at him pleasantly as she extended her hand to him. "Agent Mulder, I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you."

Mulder took her hand, and shook it. Even though he really wanted to hate her right away, her charm and not to mention her good looks kept him from doing so. "Well isn't it nice to be so highly regarded," he quipped. Quickly he reminded himself to not become friends with the enemy. "So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail?"

Scully decided she wasn't going to play his game. "Actually, I'm looking forward to working with you. I've heard a lot about you."

Mulder looked at her. "Oh really? I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me."

Well, he wasn't stupid, Scully knew he probably knew more than he let on, but she didn't want to pick a fight. Yet, that's all they seemed to do right off the bad. So what if he was handsome and intelligent? He was a pompous ass that made it difficult for her to remain neutral and calm.

It felt like he was constantly mocking her, throwing everything she did back in her face. She was highly qualified and they both knew it. But Mulder didn't want her have the chance to feel comfortable.

Finally after showing her several slides, he looked at her. A teasing smile played on his lips. "Do you believe in the existence of extra terrestrials?"

She looked at him for a second. His grin slightly contagious and pulling up the ends of her mouth, she replied. "Logically, I'd have to say no. Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft's capabilities."

Mulder nodded, holding a sad but knowing smile. "See you tomorrow morning Scully, bright and early. We leave for the very plausible state of Oregon at eight AM."

She couldn't help but smile at the strange man, and turn back toward the door. Shiloh would not be happy about her leaving so quickly, but at least she would be able to pick her up from school.

Mulder couldn't help but find Scully extremely attractive. She was tough, he could tell that already. Actually, he was a little surprised that he was attracted to her. He usually went for the tall, leggy, brunettes. Redheads weren't usually his style.

As much as he didn't want her to debunk his work, there was something he just like about her.

At about two thirty, Scully stood with the rest of the parents in the schoolyard. Shiloh hurried out the door, past her schoolmates straight to her mother. "Mommy, look what I made you!" she said excitedly. She held up a hand drawn picture of her mother with her badge. "I'm the only kid in the class whose mommy's in the FBI! One kid dad is, but no one's mommy!"

Scully smiled down at her daughter. She really loved her daughter. Never in her life would she had thought that being a single mother with a career as an FBI field agent ever be in her future. But there she was.

Shiloh held her hand as they walked back to the car that was parked in the Hoover parking garage.

As Scully reached into her purse, she realized that she had left her keys in the basement office.

"Great…"

Shiloh looked up. "What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked concerned.

Scully ran a hand over her face. "Well, it looks like you get to meet Mommy's new partner. I left my car keys in his office."

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