Changes

Author: Kate

Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize don't belong to me

Rating: not rated - contains some coarse language

Content: character POV - mainly

Archive: sure, just please keep my name attached, and let me know where

Feedback: Definitely appreciated - it's fun to hear what you think

Spoilers: None

Author's notes:
This is a sad one, people. I have chosen not to rate it given I think it can't be categorized. Things happen, but life goes on, usually.

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Silence. Darkness. Watching. Waiting.

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*Changes*

Author: Kate



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July 2, 2000
4:03 a.m.


The silence breaks.

"Mulder!"

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* Hatred is compelling. It derives from anger and evolves into a persistent nagging consequence. *



July 1, 2000
11:56 p.m.


I watch in amazement. The two figures in the distance are communicating; however, no words are being spoken. Darkness and silence surround me, yet I am oblivious to it. I am in awe at the connection presented before me.

I was unsure of my destination when I first ventured away from my home, I just knew that I could no longer tolerate the compelling desire to - change. Change what? I did not know. However, I was certain when I first caught the glimpse of the familiar faces before me in the darkness that this was my answer. I needed to change this.

In the near distance I watched the apartment window through the drizzle of rain from the security of my black Sedan. The two sit beside each other on the couch, the flickering light from the TV illuminating their expressions. They speak to each other with simple glances and the slightest touches; I'm disgusted. Primarily at myself for allowing this relationship to prosper as long as it had, I should have dealt with it the moment I met that stupid bastard. It would make this easier on everyone.

My eyes narrowed into loathing piercing slits, as that man in the room above me rose from the couch, approached the window and gazed outwards. I detest the sight of him. My hatred swelled when Dana approached him from behind and rested her hands upon his shoulders. I couldn't see her mouth although by his reaction I know she spoke to him. He smiled, although it soon faded, he turned his back to me to face Dana. He stood there momentarily and then side stepped Dana, a saddened expression crossed her face as he left. Was she actually sad to see him go?

Watching him leave the building, I debated how to proceed. Should I leave and change this later? No, this needed to be dealt with now. I knew what had to be done. This sorry son of a bitch has interfered too many times for this to continue. It's a sign. I sighed and started the vehicle.

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The windshield wipers hummed a rhythmic, mechanical beat as the drizzle increased to a pounding storm, lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a clap of thunder. Though, I could not hear it, the taillights in the distance obtained all my focus. I wasn't concerned with any other surroundings. I decided against the radio, I needed silence; I could only hear silence. A steady thumping inside my temples increased rapidly; I knew what the cure would be.

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I followed Fox Mulder for 15 minutes across town to his own apartment, traffic was light. Upon arrival, my objective made a poor attempt at parallel parking; however, he managed to squeeze his government issued dark blue Taurus in the tight space. I pulled over about a block away, turned off my vehicle and watched. Waited.

Mulder exited his vehicle rapidly and made a hasty retreat to the comfort of his apartment building. My eyes pierced the stormy night in the general direction of the doors as I imagined him waiting for the elevator, getting inside and making the small journey to the 4th floor. A single lamp appeared inside my targeted apartment window soon accompanied by the blue flicker of the TV. I imagine him sitting on the couch thinking of Dana. I shudder.

Suddenly, I am aware of the chill that has settled upon my body. I wrap my arms around myself trying to obtain the slightest comfort from them, with none coming I felt it was safe to restart my car and turn on the heat. I checked the time: 12:45, how precise. Instantly I feel exhausted and cramped. Sitting within such confined quarters always made me consumed with fatigue. Assuring myself that I had ample amount of time I laid my head back and closed my eyes, momentarily, although soon I was overwhelmed with sleep.

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July 2, 2000
1:57 a.m.


Headlights approached the silent building as another government vehicle drifted steadily down the street past the occupied Sedan with the sleeping predator. Parking a few cars down from that of her partner, Special Agent Dana Scully exited the driver's side of her near identical burgundy Taurus, with a FBI case folder in hand. Walking across the street, Scully made her way purposely down the front walk to the lobby doors of Mulder's apartment.

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2:54 a.m.


I startle awake to the sound of screeching tires as some drunken teens speed down the road and whistle past my car. I mumble sleepily and use a hand to vigorously rub the life back into my eyes.

My gaze drifts upwards as I inspect the window that held my attention earlier. No change, except the lamp that had once been on is now off. I strategically plan my next move. I went over several different methods of attack in my head: I surprise him in his apartment while he sleeps, I wait for him in the morning when he gets into his car, or I knock on his apartment door and wait for him to answer. More waiting, more watching.

I am consumed by the darkness around me, the streetlight above me has been shattered and the moon is hidden by some storm clouds. Silence engulfs me, I am oblivious to the world, yet I am not entirely aware of the effect this hatred has had on me. I sigh, so absorbed by my thoughts, that I don't notice the figures that have exited the building.

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3:03 a.m.


My mind washes clear of my thoughts and I return to my surroundings, my eyes lazily wander up the four stories to the window. Nothing. Dammit! The TV has been turned off and from what I recall this guy *always* had his TV on when he was home alone. I open the car door, and stand outside; the storm has lightened, once again to a drizzle. I squint my, now, sharpened and alert eyes and search the block hoping to find what I already knew wouldn't be there. His car. Gone.

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The pounding animosity within my head increases as my anger swells. I race purposely away from the curb; nearly sideswiping a burgundy Taurus parked down the road, across the street from Mulder's apartment building.

How could I be so careless? I have decided to deal with this and then let him enter his car and slip away from me so easily. I am disgusted, once again at myself.

I speed recklessly down the nearly abandoned streets. Casting my eagle eyes in all directions, searching for my prey.

Frustrated and angered, I have decided it is useless, he could have gone anywhere. I reach the city limits when suddenly I spot the taillights of a dark blue Taurus in the distance. I cry out in victory and gradually slow to the speed limit, keeping the car in my sights. My target and the hatred revolving around me ultimately consumed me, causing the rest of the world to fade away.

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3:46 a.m.


Mulder checked his rear view mirror once again, just to be positive. They were definitely being followed.

Mulder glanced to the passenger seat beside him. Scully had rested her head against the window and was sleeping soundly. He hated to wake her.

"Scully," she mumbled something softly and Mulder reached over to brush her cheek, "Scully wake up," her eyes opened lazily and Mulder stated matter-of-factly, "I think we're being followed."

Scully gazed forward and absorbed the scenery that whistled past as she and Mulder sped down a gravel road bordered by tall woods. Mulder checked the mirror once again. Scully noticed, and realized he was serious. More alert now Scully turned to glance over her shoulder just in time to see rapidly approaching headlights slam into their rear bumper.

"Oh Shhii...!" Mulder gasped as he struggled hopelessly to regain control of the vehicle. Regardless of his efforts another forceful crash caused Scully to brace herself as it sent the Taurus with Mulder and herself strapped inside, plummeting over the edge of the road down through the tree embankment.

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3:48 a.m.


I exited my Sedan and cursed as I surveyed the damage he did to my car, bastard. Returning to the driver's side, I reached in and produced my weapon, I double-checked that it was loaded. It was. I silently descended down the embankment, gun in hand, hoping I would find him alive so he knew it was me before I wiped that smug grin off his face with the simple pull of a trigger. I smiled.

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3:50 a.m.


Scully opened her eyes with a start; she immediately recalled what had occurred moments before. Worried, she glanced next to her, "Mulder?"

Mulder stirred and opened his eyes.

Scully instantly assessed the situation. She was certain Mulder had a slight concussion, due to the gash on his temple and his slightly dilated pupil. Gazing alertly around the interior Scully assumed that it would not be difficult to free themselves. The doors were not jammed. Unbuckling herself and Mulder in the process Scully leaned gently against the door and pulled on the handle.

Scully steadied herself as she exited the passenger side of the damaged Taurus. She carefully maneuvered around the vehicle to Mulder's side, keeping one hand on the hood for balance. Upon approaching Mulder's side she grasped the door handle and tugged violently. His door was jammed more than she expected. Scully adjusted her grip on the handle and placed one foot up on the side of the car for more power. Using all her strength, she jerked more forcefully.

The door swiftly sprung open sending an unexpecting Scully flailing wildly to ultimately land on her ass. "Dammit," she stated exasperated.

Regaining her composure, Scully elevated herself and helped a dazed Mulder out of the car. Scully supported most of Mulder's weight as he leaned on her shoulders. Nevertheless, she managed to maneuver the connected pair a short distance from the car through a small wooded brush.

The dense bush bordered a small open area with a single spruce residing along the edge. Leaning Mulder against it, his side to the bush Scully asked, "Mulder, can you hear me?" He answered with a slight nod as he tried to regain his senses.

Satisfied that he was going to be fine, with the help of some equipped paramedics, she stated, "I'll be right back."

Scully turned away from her partner to hike back the distance they had just came. She needed to retrieve her cell phone from her coat pocket, which she absent-mindedly left in the car.

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3:57 a.m.


I glanced at my watched impatiently and was acutely aware of the restlessness building within myself. I was surprised at the impending steep slope as I continued my descent, and the ultimately increasing distance that I was travelling down it. Suddenly I became worried, what if I had already passed the wreck? Anxiety rose. However, immediately I relaxed and smiled. I saw the faint glimmer of metal in the near distance as the full moon peaked its way through the lifting clouds.

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Frustrated at the lack of reception her cell phone had offered near the Taurus, Scully climbed the treed incline until she received a dial tone. Dialing 911 yet again and placing the receiver to her ear, Scully looked up somewhat distraught, her eyes focusing on the road above her.

Nervousness overwhelmed her.

A black sedan was parked along the road near where their car had left for its journey down the slope. Headlights still on and windshield wipers screeching against the dry glass, the rain had stopped.

Panic flooded Scully's mind as she realized the situation they were in. Danger was searching for them.

Scully whispered, "Mulder," as she turned hastily to retreat to where she left her partner helpless.

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3:59 a.m.


I approached the car, which, to my surprise was in remarkably better condition that I had fantasized. I squeezed my eyes shut as I reached the driver's door, anticipating the sight of his revolting face. My eyes opened. Nothing.

Anger boiled inside me. Did he climb up the embankment and pass me as his fate headed steadily towards him? I turned around fiercely; I noticed a fresh trail of broken branches winding through a dense tree line. Relieved, I smiled with anticipation, and followed.

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Worry increased to absolute fear as Scully reached the open area when she had left her dazed partner. Camouflaged by the safety of the thick bush, Scully watched as a tall figure stood next to the tree where her partner had been sitting near the bush. Oh God.

Scully released the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. The silence around her was terrifying.

Scully silently crept towards where she knew Mulder was. She froze. Mulder lay still under the shadow the haunting figure cast upon him. One thought crossed Scully's mind:

* Mulder. Dead. *

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Where the hell is he? I became disgusted with the fact that I couldn't find a large, injured man, who is probably lying unconscious somewhere in this small area.

I stood standing next to a lone spruce, gazing confused into the distance. The moon cast my shadow in an interesting manner upon the dense silent brush. I debated how I should next try to find him.

The sudden distinct snapping of twigs in the near distance caught my attention. I turned.

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Without warning Scully bolted into a full sprint towards the Nike shoes that pointed towards her.

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4:02.59 a.m.


I broke into a victorious smile. Raising my arm purposely I fired my gun at my long sought after target as he leapt up and began running. Then I heard it.

"Mulder!"

The silence broke.

I knew the voice.

A gun dropped.

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After Scully had left, Mulder was overwhelmed by the head injury he had endured during the accident. Slumping over into the ultimately life saving shelter of the bush, Mulder had passed out, yet again.

He awoke abruptly to the unmistakable thunder of a gunshot followed by a harsh thump of something landing on his chest. He sat up and was shocked at the sight before him.

His partner, friend, and life lay in his lap bleeding from a terminal bullet wound in the chest. His Scully.

"Scully?" Mulder whispered through choked tears, "Oh God."

Mulder looked around through teary eyes shocked and stunned and saw a figure slumped in a heap. The head rose and stared at them, then approached.

Mulder opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, Mulder saw Scully looking into his eyes. Love, pain, and shock stared at him. He traced her face with now a blood covered finger; she sighed at his touch and turned her head.

The figure that ventured from hatred and corruption was staring down upon her. Scully looked into the tear-rimmed eyes of darkness,


"Bill?"


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My mouth opened, I could not speak.

Shocked and angered, I watched her close her eyes. They would never open again.

My sister died in the arms of her weeping partner.

I turned and ran.

It started to rain.




* Death is misery, but how is that different than life? *



- Case File: Sc0403-83 -
In care of Assistant Director Walter Skinner, FBI



Addendum to case report. Three hours after fleeing the scene of the death of Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, brother of the deceased William Scully, Jr. was arrested for murder in the first degree and conspiring to commit another. An autopsy early yesterday morning confirmed that the victim died of substantial blood loss and internal bleeding caused by a single gunshot wound to the chest.

Currently the suspect is being held in an institution for psychiatric patients. Necessary precautions are being taken to endure with the suspect's suicidal tendencies. The suspect claims:


"I didn't plan to kill her, oh God. I just couldn't live with it... I wanted him [-Agent FOX MULDER] to die... I needed it to change. I'm sorry... he didn't die..."


As for the Agent Scully's FBI partner, Fox William Mulder, his body was found early this morning, 5:56 a.m. July 7th, 2000. Death occurred by a single gunshot wound to the head, apparently self-inflicted. A single note read:


"My faith is in the truth, we will find it Scully."

Investigation into the suicide is pending.

As of this time there is no logical explanation for the breakdown in psychosis of the suspect. Presently, psychiatric evaluations are being preformed; however, no plausible solutions are arising. The suspect will be held until a further time when doctors are confident he is stable enough to stand trial. Until further notice Case File Sc0403-83 is officially closed.

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The End.

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