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All She Needs 
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk

Rating: PG I think!  I can't think of 
anything too bad...

Spoilers: Requiem, but beware!  I may have 
unconsciously slipped anything from seasons 
1-7 in there somewhere!  

Keywords:  Scully angst, MSR

Disclaimer:  I don't own any of the 
characters in this story.  Except James 
Matthews.  They belong to CC, 1013 and the 
rest of the gang yadi yadi yada...Oh and I 
used them without permission.  Please don't 
sue me I'm just a child!!!!

Archive:  If you really think it's worth it 
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Summary:  What exactly will happen in season 
8?  (Something to keep us going through the 
summer!)

Author's Notes: Yes this fanfic was inspired 
by the beautiful song by Lene Marlin "One 
Year Ago", but you will find no lyrics etc in 
the story!  I also borrowed that without 
permission!  Sorrrrrrrryyyyyy!!!  Ok well 
this is my first piece of fanfic that I am 
posting so do lemme know if I am making a 
really big mistake!  Send me flames if u 
want but I assure u they will be sent right 
back!  Constructive criticism is allowed!  
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Hey Jill!  And of course Pippa and Allison 
and Lily and Kelly and Liz and every1 else 
who has unwillingly read my fanfic on so 
many occasions!  Ok so on with the show!
      
All She Needs
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk

The faint hum of electrical lighting was all 
that penetrated the still humidity of the 
basement office.  Computers lay dormant 
amidst piles of unfinished cases, their lazy 
orange stand by lights confirming their 
inactivity.  An abandoned mug contained the 
curdled remains of a coffee, beside which 
lay a sandwich, apparently a sufferer of the 
same neglect.  The owner of the items slept, 
her red hair masking the tear stained cheeks 
that lay beneath.  It was 4am and Dana 
Scully had been awake for 3 days solid.  As 
soon as she had been released from the 
hospital she had headed straight for the 
office, intent on searching through the 
thousands of X-Files in the frailest of 
hopes that she would uncover a clue.  A clue 
that could possibly be the means to the only 
chance she had of finding her partner.

Her search was fruitless-it's only result 
had been grief as the slow realisation had 
dawned on her...Mulder was gone.  These files 
served merely as painful reminders of the 
times they had shared together, and the open 
draws of the grey cabinets taunted and 
towered about her; penning her in and 
choking her with the guilty knowledge that 
it was she that was supposed to be taken, 
not him.  She was a doctor-she knew she was 
making herself ill, and she had the baby to 
think about now as well!  Only, all she 
could think about was Mulder.

It was the awkward cough of her superior 
that awoke Scully the next morning.  AD 
Skinner was hovering beside her, seemingly 
unsure as to whether or not it would be wise 
to gently shake the sleeping agent.  He 
looked relieved when she stirred, solving 
his dilemma.  However, the concern soon 
flooded back to his eyes, softening the 
hardness that had become imprinted on them 
by many years of denying himself any 
emotion.  Scully look exhausted, with her 
hair matted about her cheeks, and her eyes 
heavy from lack of sleep.

"Agent Scully..." Skinner began.

"Sir..." Scully knew what was coming and was 
ready to protest.  She couldn't be sent 
home!  She had to work!  Where would sitting 
at home with her feet up get her?  

"Agent Scully, I demand that you cease your 
business here immediately!" Skinner pounced 
before she had time to continue.  "I cannot 
have you working for 72 hours straight when 
you have just been released from hospital!  
Go home and rest, Scully..."

"But Sir you don't understand!"

"That is an order!" he snapped, his 
intentions firm, not cruel.

"Sir I am not leaving here until I find 
information on where they have taken Agent 
Mulder!"

"Agent Scully, if you do not go home 
immediately you will be relieved of your 
position and denied all access to the 
resources here!"

Upon glimpsing Scully's expression of sheer 
despair his tone softened.

"Listen, Dana, go home and get some sleep.  
That's all I ask.  You're not going to get 
anywhere in this state!  And you have other 
responsibilities to consider now..." he 
conveyed his meaning with a quick glance to 
her stomach.  "I will try and dig up as much 
information as I can," he promised.

It was probably lack of sleep and proper 
nourishment that weakened Scully's resolve, 
and resulted in her unwillingly taking her 
coat from the stand with a sigh, before 
proceeding to lock up the office.      


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She slept soundly.  A three-day stint of 
continual work combined with the incessive 
strain of morning sickness tended to have 
that effect on even the strongest.  Yet, 
even in the very depths of sleep, Scully's 
mind continued to be centred on her partner.  
Visions of the forest in Oregon provided the 
perfect setting for a dream in which Scully 
was forced to watch over and over again 
Mulder's abduction.  Despite the fact she 
had not actually witnessed the event first 
hand, the dream was so vivid she could 
almost feel the bite of the night air as it 
whipped about her.  She could see as if it 
were real the beam of the craft as it drew 
its victims near before the flash became too 
bright for her to watch anymore.  It was at 
this point she would awaken, beads of cold 
sweat forming at her temples before sliding 
down her cheeks and combining with the tears 
of helplessness she cursed herself for 
shedding.  

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Monday morning had come around sooner than 
Scully had expected.  She felt much 
stronger, and confident that she could go 
into work able to plough through the 
necessary paperwork without an emotional 
breakdown.  She was reminded then of the 
penalty she had served in order to gain this 
renewed strength of character-she had 
neglected Mulder.

Scully found the office exactly as she had 
left it, and scolded herself for allowing 
the glimmer of hope inside herself to 
suggest Mulder had returned and was sitting 
in his chair, reading an X-File or making 
them both a cup of coffee.  She laid her 
briefcase on the desk and busied herself 
with making a hot drink, clicking the 
"messages" button on the office phone before 
she began.

"Agent Scully, I wish to speak with you in 
my office as soon as you arrive.  Thank 
you," Skinner's recorded voice informed her.  
Scully's stomach lurched.  What could he 
want to see her about so soon in the 
morning?  What if he wanted to close down 
the X-Files?  She drew a deep breath and 
left the office.

"Sir?" Skinner's secretary spoke into her 
intercom, "Agent Scully is here."

"Thank you, Kimberly, send her in," the AD 
instructed.  Scully moved cautiously to the 
door and pushed it open.  She could see 
Skinner at his desk, leafing through some 
documents and talking incoherently to 
someone Scully could not see.  Skinner 
looked up when he heard the door creak open.  
He greeted the agent and ushered her to a 
chair in front of him.  She sat down next to 
a man who was dressed in a smart blue suit, 
an FBI ID hanging from the top pocket of his 
jacket.  

"Agent Scully, I would like you to meet 
Agent James Matthews...your new partner."

Scully's expression soured at his words, but 
she courteously took the young man's hand, 
extended in greeting.

"Pleased to meet you, Agent Scully.  I have 
heard a lot about your work!"  He was fresh-
faced and eager to make a good impression, 
not only on her but on Skinner as well.  
Scully suspected he was only just out of the 
academy.

"Now, you have both been permitted, for the 
time being, to resume work on the X-Files.  
Agent Matthews, your work with Agent Scully 
begins immediately.  If there are any 
problems then you know where to find me.  
Good day agents," he dismissed the pair with 
a wave of his hand after entrusting Scully 
with a cardboard folder containing the 
documents he had been studying before she 
had entered.  The pair got up to go, 
Matthews leaving first.  When she reached 
the door Scully slammed it shut, thus 
leaving herself and Skinner inside the 
office alone.  She spun on her heel to face 
the AD.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, 
eyes blazing red with fury.

"Agent Scully..."

"I don't need a new partner!" she hissed, 
"have you given up on Mulder already?!"  A 
sudden realisation struck her, "how much 
about his disappearance do you actually 
know, sir?"

"Agent, you need to calm down!  Outbursts 
like this are what are going to get you 
suspended!  You know the Bureau's policy!  
You are required to have a partner to aid in 
your investigations."

"I am aware of that, Sir, but you know as 
well as I do that the material the X-Files 
covers is hardly regulation fieldwork!"

"Agent Scully, I cannot make you the 
exception to the rule and leave you to 
manage the X-Files by yourself and you know 
it!  If you still feel unable to cope then I 
strongly suggest you take more time off."

"Sir, I have to work!  I have to find 
Mulder!"  Scully's eyes pleaded with him-
begging him to understand.  Skinner sighed.

"Scully, we're going to find Mulder.  I 
promise you.  But you have to think about 
yourself and how much more pressure you can 
put yourself under.  I have assigned you a 
new partner in the hope he can ease some of 
the workload..."

"I am able to cope perfectly well on my own 
thank you," Scully's tone oozed with all the 
sweetness of lemon juice.  She turned to 
leave, arguing wasn't going to get her 
anywhere; but Skinner's hand caught her 
wrist, stopping her.

"Scully, go easy on Matthews.  It isn't his 
fault."

Scully shook her arm free and headed back to 
the basement office.

"Sheesh!  Look at this place!" Agent 
Matthews said as she entered the room.  He 
was standing by Mulder's poster, which 
proudly declared that he "Wanted to 
believe".  Scully had always laughed at that 
poster, but she suddenly felt very 
protective of it.  Who was Matthews to start 
coming in here and insulting her partner and 
his beliefs?

"Agent Matthews, we might have to begin by 
laying down a few ground rules.  First of 
all, nothing in this room is to be removed, 
destroyed or changed in any way.  This is 
Mulder's office and neither of us have any 
business meddling with what he has worked so 
hard to achieve.  The X-Files were his life, 
and that is the way it is going to stay."  
Scully noticed the panic flash through 
Matthew's cool gaze.  She imagined he would 
be cursing whoever he had managed to piss 
off in order to be assigned to The Ice 
Maiden.  No doubt she and Mulder were the 
talk of the academy, just as Mulder had been 
when she herself was in training.  The 
reputation of Mr. and Mrs. Spooky was 
probably still holding strong.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Dana.  I didn't know." He 
stammered.  

Scully suddenly felt sorry for him.  Skinner 
was right-it wasn't Matthew's fault that he 
happened to be her new partner.  She had 
just felt cheated.  That Skinner was giving 
up on Mulder too quickly, and after he had 
promised her so faithfully that he would 
help her to find him.  The incident in his 
office this morning.  The whole affair must 
have lasted a matter of minutes!  Everything 
was happening so quickly...time was just 
slipping further and further away from her.  
Her hopes of finding Mulder were fading by 
the second.

"So, umm, what's in the file?  Is it a new 
case?"  Matthews ventured onto neutral 
territory.  Scully looked down at the 
forgotten wallet in her hand.

"I don't know," she said as she opened it.  
Photographic images of the corpse of what 
appeared to be a young woman spilled out 
onto the desk, causing Agent Matthews to 
wince and turn away in disgust.

"Weak stomach, Matthews?"  Scully chided her 
new partner.  "Well, it looks as if we're 
headed for Massachusetts first thing in the 
morning."

"What?  But wait!  Dana, how is this...I mean 
I thought we were...umm, how is this an X-
File?"

"An X-File Agent Matthews?  I have to warn 
you I'm not a firm believer in the 
paranormal, so in my opinion there is 
nothing at all that says this case is an X-
File..."

Matthews looked puzzled.

"But if my partner was here," Scully 
continued, "he would probably have some 
theory about witchcraft."

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The days passed by, slowly forming weeks, 
which drifted into months.  Scully and 
Matthews continued their work together on 
the X-Files, the review panel seemingly 
finding no real reason for their closure.  
The Agents got on well enough to have a good 
business relationship, but outside of work, 
they never even spoke if they passed in the 
street.  There were no late night telephone 
calls, Scully received no card on her 
birthday and she had in her possession no 
key to her partner's apartment.  Heck she 
didn't even know where he lived!  In truth, 
she missed Mulder more than she ever thought 
possible.  She missed him more than she had 
her father, or even her sister after her 
death, and the worst part of all was knowing 
what she did not know...if he was even dead 
or alive.

She had searched through endless case files, 
some dating back as far as J Edgar Hoover 
himself!  But to no avail.  There was 
nothing that hinted what might have happened 
to him, or even suggested where he might be.  
She had travelled up and down the country in 
search of disused boxcars but found nothing 
but memories of times passed.  Agent 
Matthews insisted on playing everything by 
the book and refused to accompany her on 
unofficial investigations.  Skinner did very 
little in comparison to all he had promised 
and in short, Scully was alone.  

Despite her promises to herself she would go 
home at night and just lay down on her sofa 
and cry.  She cried for the baby and she 
cried for Mulder.  Her mother did all she 
could-made sure she had her weekly check ups 
and went to all the scans, for she would 
have forgotten otherwise!  It wasn't that 
the baby was not important to her-far from 
it!  It was just that, after all, she needed 
a father for the child.

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She was running again.  Racing through the 
forest, screaming his name.  Tears flowed 
down her cheeks as she fell, tripping over a 
dead branch.  She thrust out her arms, 
begging him to turn around; awake from the 
trance the bright magnetic light had him 
trapped in.

"Mulder!" she screamed from the forest 
floor, "Mulder!"  The beam held her partner 
in its cruel glare, causing her to shield 
her eyes, look away.  Then, in a sudden 
flash of light, he was gone.  She was alone 
again amongst the blackened trees.

"Dana?"

She spun round upon hearing her name.

"Dana!  Wake up!"

Scully lifted her head, allowing her eyes a 
few moments to adjust to the rush of 
artificial light.

"Dana, are you ok?"  Her partner asked.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." She checked her watch.  
How long had she been asleep?  "Umm, 
actually, James, is it ok if I just take a 
quick break?  I could do with a few minutes 
to, umm, to clear my head."  She rose, 
taking her coat from the stand by the door.  
Her partner stared after her, concerned.  
The baby was due in less than a fortnight-
she shouldn't still be at work.

Scully's quick footsteps brought her to the 
reflecting pool.  She found the place 
deserted-the biting March winds no doubt 
kept other agents within the warmth of the 
Hoover Building.  Sitting down on the bench, 
she fought back tearful memories.  She 
couldn't bear to think about him, and yet 
here she was, sitting on their bench.  
Drawing a deep breath, Scully forced her 
attention to the baby.  She hadn't even 
thought of a name yet!  Bill?  Charlie?  
Fox?  But what if it was a girl?  It was 
hard to explain, especially for her, but 
somehow she felt sure that the baby was a 
boy.  Resting her head in her hands Scully 
allowed herself a few tears.  She was so 
frightened, so afraid...and so very alone.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"  A voice asked.  
Scully snapped back into professionality so 
quickly that she failed to recognise the 
familiarity in the tone...

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