TITLE: Ab Initio
AUTHOR: Ana Vicente(Alienmoon76/Thorn17)

RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: V
KEYWORDS: Pre-XF
SPOILERS: There's are a few tiny references to one or two episodes,
but you get
it if you haven't seen them, so they don't really qualify as
spoilers.
SUMMARY: Special Agent Fox Mulder has just learned he is to have a
new partner,
a woman by the name of Dana Scully.
TIMELINE: Just before the Pilot.

DISCLAIMER: Fox, CC, 1013, not mine.
ARCHIVE: Just let me know where.
FINISHED: December 1999

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just in case you don't know, Ab Initio means "In the
beginning"
or "From the beginning". It's from the gospel according to
St.Matthew(19:4):"Haven't you heard," he replied, "that at the
beginning the
Creator made them male and female".
Also this is my first attempt at a vignette. It came to me while I
was ridding
the bus home and was brewing in my head for a couple of days before I
decided to
put it to paper. Hope you enjoy it.:)

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Alone, he stood by the wide window, watching the crowd below, waiting
to see
her. People kept streaming in and out of the Edgar J.Hoover Building;
men and
women wearing suuits mostly, but also the obvious tourists and the
schoolteachers with the walking-in-pairs children behind them. Still,
there was
no sign of the one he knew would be arriving soon.

They had told him less than an hour ago that Agent Dana Scully would
be his new
partner. He had known it for days now, thanks to Danny.

It had given him time to do some checking on Scully. He had read her
file, her
thesis, but it hadn't told him what he wanted to know. So he had gone
to
Quantico.

Alone, he had sat in the observation rooms of the academy's autopsy
bays, safe
in the darkness, while on the other side of the two-way mirror Dana
Scully
taught forensics. He had wathed her on the hallways, on the
cafeteria, on the
grounds.

He had heard others talking about her, and had made some discreet
inquiries. She
was a brilliant scientist, a more than competent agent, someone who
clearly had
a promising career ahead of her.

And now she was being sent to spy on him. Something he was sure would
help
advance her career even more.

But there was something the one's sending her to him didn't know.
Something he
was sure he had seen in her. A sort of honesty, for lack of a better
word, a
passion for the truth as great as his own, an almost naif conviction
of her
ability to make a difference.

And that was what kept him by that window in eager anticipation of
her arrival.
Maybe she was the one to help, the one he would be able to trust.

And maybe it was just the loneliness speaking, the need for
companionship. The
perspective of a propotion could do strange things to people, thi he
knew. He
had seen it happening to Jerry, he had seen Diana leaving. He
couldn't trust
Scully, not just yet.

Then he saw her, coming across the street, her red hair gleaming like
polished
copper in the afternoon sun. She was forced to stop a few feet away
from the
main entrance, when a horde of eight-year-olds ran out of the
building. With a
smile, she started helping their teacher bring the over-active
children
together.

From the way they went around shooting their fingers at each other,
they had
just come from the shooting range. Scully pulled out her badge, and
the children
quietened. He smiled. "Now, what have you told them?" he whispered
into the
glass pane.

She looked up, her gaze locking with his, and he startled. He
recoiled, for a
moment not remebering that he was standing behind a pane of mirrored
glass.
Scully couldn't see him. It was just a coincidence she had looked
straight at
him.

Turning around, she walked into the bnuilding. Unwittingly, his eyes
lingered on
her body until she was out of sight. She sure looked a lot better
than Jerry.

He shared a quiet chuckle with himself and was about to leave his
observation
post when something drew his attention back to the street. A man
about the age
of his father was standing by the building, smoking. The man dropped
the butt to
the floor and squashed it, at the same time lighting another
cigarette.

But what had intrigued him was the fact that the man seemed to be
gazing at a
group oif small windows by the pavement, the windows to his basement
office. The
man turn around and walked away from the building's main entrance.

"You're imagining things," he told himself, moving away from the
window and
dropping all thoughts of the cigarette-smoking man.

Alone, he walked the corridors that led to his office, preparing to
welcome his
new partner. Mixed feelings struggled inside him, in the certainty
that soon --
for better or worse -- he would be alone no more.

THE END

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