Title: Before
Author: Brit*Vik
Date: 7/1/00
Category: Scully/Mulder POV, UST, pre-XF
Spoilers: Absolutely none. As the title implies, this story happens before "The
X-Files", before Scully's even joined the bureau.
Feedback: Will be presented to my sister as an extra birthday present as a
credit to her hard-working, loving sister's toils in order to provide a birthday
story.
E-mail: Rapunzelinthetower@talk21.com
Archive: Ooh, yes please, if you like it that much. But please let me know where
it's going so I can come and visit, and please keep my name and e-mail address
attached.
Disclaimer: No, of course I don't own Mulder, Scully, the x-files or anything
related to "The X-Files" (apart from the merchandise). As if I would be sitting
here writing fanfic if I were being paid to write actual episodes. Yeah, right.
Rating: I probably use a few expletives, but nothing major.
Summary: Just a little incident in hospital, years before our beloved heroes are
united in love to save the world. Assume that Scully is a medical student
(towards the end of her degree) and Mulder is a field agent.
Author's Notes: This story is written for my darling sister Anne-Marie on her
sixteenth birthday (even though I know she could probably write a better one
with her eyes closed). May there be many more happy ones that follow, and may
you continue to bring light into the presence of those around you. :) Oh, and
also, if you try to date the story or place it in a specific time then I realise
that it's not particularly viable, but it's an idea I've had for ages but not
got around to writing, so please just go with it. :)
"BEFORE"
^^Scully^^
I hate training to be a doctor. Of course I don't, I love it, but the hours are
horrendous. I've been on this shift for thirty hours now. I have no idea when it
will end, because John called in sick and I don't know if I'll have to cover him
or if some other lucky bastard will have the pleasure. My muscles are aching
intensely. I would willing murder someone, anyone, right now if it meant that I
could have a half hour to myself for a run. Oh, and a shower would be absolute
heaven. At least I've been given ten minutes for a coffee and a cigarette.
There are a few benefits of this job, though. I was in the ER earlier when they
brought in an FBI agent. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he was out
cold. That didn't stop me noticing just how damn *cute* he is, though. Hopefully
he'll be admitted and I'll get to see him some more on rounds. Jesus, this job
is really getting to me. Perving on unconscious men, indeed. My mother would be
shocked. I'll be a necrophiliac next.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
^^Mulder^^
I hate being an FBI agent. I've been on the field for six months and this is
already my second time in hospital. I can only hope that I'll improve with time.
I don't want to be spending the rest of my life in hospital. Thankfully, though,
I'm OK. It was only a flesh wound - the bullet just grazed my bone but
everything's still intact. I'll live. I lost a lot of blood, though, so I have
to stay in for about a day. Diana hasn't come to see me. I know we've only been
going out a few months, but you'd think that she'd come to see her wounded
boyfriend as he lays on his deathbed. So I'm melodramatic, so sue me. It's the
principle of the thing.
Not again. Here comes another group of student doctors, come to study a
superficial bullet wound. Oh joy! I wouldn't mind so much, but the location of
the wound is a little... embarrassing. Thank God he missed his aim is all I can
say. A wound to the inner thigh is bad enough, but the potential does not even
bear thinking about.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
^^Scully^^
Rounds today were fun. Well, not the whole thing, the majority of patients were
boring and routine, but the FBI agent *has* been admitted. The ten minutes I
spent with him made my day. Admittedly I was in a group of fifteen and he
probably didn't even notice me, especially considering his embarrassment about
his injury. He was shot in the inner right thigh, towards the top. He has the
most delicious legs, all firm and toned and muscly. Ooh, yummy. He hardly raised
his eyes the whole time we were there, though, and he'll probably be discharged
tomorrow, so at least I can say I enjoyed it while it lasted. Mmm, and I won't
be forgetting *that* for a while, either.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
^^Mulder^^
Well, the student doctors weren't so traumatic. It was, naturally, quite a
humiliating experience, having them all bend in low to fully inspect the entry
wound, but I could hardly take my eyes off this gorgeous little redhead. I
almost wish the injury were more serious so I could spend more time here and get
to know her, or at least find out her name. She is divine.
^*^
They're thinking about discharging me tomorrow so I had to test my walking
powers. I borrowed some crutches and went for a little lap around the ward. When
I got to the end of the room, I couldn't stop myself from carrying on. I hated
having to spend the whole day in bed, and the hospital was noisy because of
visiting hour, so I decided to sit outside for a little. The elevator was broken
so I had to hobble my way down two flights of stairs. As I reached the bottom
few steps, I tripped and guess who caught me? The redheaded student doctor. I
have no idea how she managed it because she has got to be about half my height,
but she supported me outside and onto a bench. She said she was due for a break
and did I mind if she sat with me for a while? Obviously I said no, so she sat
down. Today must be my lucky day. I asked her what her name was and she blushed
this perfect deep rose red, which looked adorable with her hair and burgundy
scrubs. Her skin is clearer than opal porcelain!
.. Anyway, her name is Dana and she has such a cute, little girl giggle. She
told me how she got into medicine, and I gotta say, her brother Bill sounds like
a prick and a half. She was asking about my job and she seemed really interested
for once, not like the people who just look blankly at you and smile and nod, as
though you've imposed yourself on them when actually they asked you in the first
place. I was just about to ask for her number, but her beeper went off.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
^^Scully^^
Oh my God, I can't believe it! I actually talked to him, for a sustained period
of time. He is even more gorgeous up close, and he has this adorable way of
speaking and pushing his hair aside. He has lots of endearing little mannerisms.
I'd just been down to the morgue and was on my way upstairs again. I had
prescriptions to check and medication to administer, but I couldn't help pausing
when I saw him walking down the stairs. He was so absorbed in what he was doing
that he didn't notice me until he stumbled and fell a few steps above the
bottom. I helped him outside and told him I had a break coming up (which wasn't
strictly untrue - I had one coming up in the next few hours) and he asked me to
join him. How could I resist?
We were talking for ages, about his job and how I got into medicine. He seemed
genuinely interested, and his job is fascinating. It seems like such a
worthwhile thing to be doing. Honestly, if I wasn't going to become a doctor, I
think that would be my next choice, especially after what he was telling me.
Maybe I'll even consider a career swap. Imagine how Daddy would react to that -
his baby daughter getting one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. But it's
worth thinking about...
The only thing was, he wouldn't tell me his name. He said that he was
embarrassed because his parents had given him a stupid name, but it can't be
that bad, can it? I think I'll sneak a look at his chart later. I was dying for
him to ask for my number or something, but he seemed content just to keep the
conversation going. Then my bleeper went and I realised we'd been talking for
twenty minutes. Some of 'my' patients were in dire need of their medication, and
I got a big lecture from Dr. Straczlowski, but it was worth it.
^*^
I went back to say goodnight to my FBI agent friend at the end of my shift, but
he had already been discharged. I saw him in the parking lot with this scrawny
ugly bitch who looked about thirty-five. Maybe she was his sister...
This is the kind of time when, if I look back at these diaries in the future,
I'm going to wish that I had been really articulate. I just don't know what to
write, though. I really felt that we could have had something special. I will
never tell Missy this, but it was like my soul just leapt out of my chest the
first time I saw him. It came back to me, of course, but only part of it. I left
part of it with him. And I don't even know his name.
I feel like shit.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
^^Mulder^^
I spent the rest of the day in my bed thinking about Dana. She honestly is
amazing. Hey, Dana Mulder... doesn't sound that bad.
But that's never going to happen. Not now. I was informed at about three o'clock
that I was free to go, but that I wasn't to drive. I had no choice but to call
Diana. She didn't turn up until about 7:30, claiming that she'd made some big
important discovery at the bureau that I absolutely *have* to see. But I don't
care about the bureau, or Diana, any more. I just can't stop thinking about
Dana. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her, though. She was off observing
something one of the nurses said, but I limped around the hospital for two hours
looking for her. I have no idea where she went. Probably back up to Heaven.
I have to believe that I'll see her again one day. I feel like I'm fated to.
We're fated to. We belong together - that's all there is to it.
FIN
"I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
That knights upon bended knee,
And with vows no maiden heart could withstand,
They pledged their faith to me,
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim;
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most,
That you loved me still the same."
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