This is my first attempt at writing fan-faction, so it might seem 
rather amaturish. It's an ER/X-Files crossover, and is probably going to be 
rather long. This is the first part of it, so you can expect many more. 
Please, please, please, send me _any_ commments. My e-mail address is: 
lightkey@Geocities.com. I must warn you, this story gets really rather sappy
at times, especially where Mark and Susan or Mulder and Scully are 
concerned! I'll rate it PG, there's not really that much mature content. 
There is an actual case, so it's not just peoples lives, I thought that 
having a case would be easier for my first time writing. Enjoy!

				"REUNION"
				(Part One)

	"More wine Susan?" Mark Greene questioned the attractive woman 
sitting across from him. 
	"For the second time, it's Claudia, _not_ Susan. The woman said, 
sounding exasperated. "And yes, I would like more wine."
	"Sorry" Mark said, blushing slightly. I guess I'm just a little 
preoccupied, that's all. 
He reached over, and poured her some more wine. Actually, preoccupied was an
understatement. It had been exactly a year ago today that Susan had boarded 
that train to Phoenix, sticking her head out the window at the last possible 
moment to yell those fateful words.-"I do" Right words, wrong time, he 
thought wryly. It was-
	"Mark!"
	The word abruptly broke into his chain of thoughts, the illusion 
shattered. Returning to reality, he saw that in his moment of inattention, 
the wine had overflowed, pouring over the tablecloth and Sus-no, _Claudia's_
dress. 
	"Oh god, I'm sorry", he said, righting the bottle. "Here you'd 
better change out of that, try to get the stain out. I'll find a shirt or 
something for you  to put on." He said, mopping frantically at her dress 
with his napkin.
	"Mark, you're just making it worse," she said. You see to the table 
cloth, I'll get out of this dress. She disappeared into his bedroom, leaving
him standing there with the napkin. 
	"Right, the table cloth," he said, gathering his wits. He started 
grabbing things off the table and putting them on the counter, so that he 
could get the table cloth off. One of the wine glasses slipped through his 
fingers, shattering on the floor. "Damn!" He swore, getting down on his 
knees to pick up the glass shards. 
	"Leave those" Came Claudia's husky voice from up above. 
	"You find something of mine to put on?" He asked, then glanced up at
 her. 
	"No." Came her reply. Perhaps you could help me look...in  your 
closet maybe?"
	He allowed her to help him up, and followed her into the bedroom. He 
went into his closet, and rifled through his shirts. "Here, try this.." He 
started, cut off by her passionate kiss. 

	They had moved onto the bed, when the phone rang. Out of instinct, 
Mark went to get it.
	"No, let it ring" Claudia said, pulling him back down onto the bed. 
	"No, I have to get it" He insisted "It might be the hospital" He 
wriggled out of her embrace, and went to answer the phone. 
	"Hello?" he said, into the phone.
	"Oh Mark, thank God you're home" came he tearful voice over the 
phone. 
	The tearful familiar voice. "Susan?" He said, disbelieving. "Is 
that you?"
	"Oh Mark, thank God you're home,"she repeated again. I'm sorry for 
phoning you so late, but I didn't know who else to turn to."
	Any thoughts of resentment for her interrupting him and Claudia that
might have been hiding in the recesses of his brain instantly vanished. His 
only thought at the moment for was for Susan's well-being. "What's 
happened?" He questioned her. "Are you okay?"
	"Oh, I suppose so, I only have a broken wrist. But Mark, it's not me 
I'm worried about,  it's little Susie."
	"What happened? Was it a car accident?"
	"Oh no, it was worse. Much worse." She replied, sobbing. "It's my 
fault, really, I was stupid enough to think that Chloe had changed."
	Mark stiffened at the mention of Chloe. Oh, the torment she had 
caused Susan. She had just turned up one day, to crash at Susan's place, 
just because it was the only place she could go. Then she told Susan she was
pregnant. And all the drugs, and the smoking while she was pregnant really 
got to Susan. Then she disappeared one day, only coming back when he had to. 
Then she left Susan with the baby, leaving to get rich with flea markets. 
Then, when Susan had finally adjusted to having Susie, and had grown very
attached to her, coming back to take her away again.  But having the baby 
had so changed Susan's perspective on life that she had moved  to Phoenix, 
to be near her. And now this. "What's she done now?" He asked, an edge of 
anger appearing in his voice. 
	"Oh Mark, it was awful" she said, stopping for a minute to get her 
bearings. "She went out to diner with her husband, and I was looking after 
little Susie. She was gone so long, I began to worry about her. She didn't 
come home until dawn. And she was drunker than she'd ever been. She came in, 
and started yelling at me, about what I don't know, her speech was so 
slurred. And her yelling woke up little Susie, and she started crying. And 
then... and then s-s-she w-w-went in to her, and, and, and "
	She was crying in earnest now, tears brought on by the horror of 
what had happened. She couldn't go on, it was just too painful. 
	"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if it's too painful" Marks 
voice broke into her sobbing. 
	That made her feel better, that she could count on Mark. He wasn't 
going to betray her like Chloe had. "No, I-"
	"What's taking so long honey?" The voice came from the background in
Mark's apartment, so soft that she almost didn't hear it through her sobbing
	"Who's that, Mark?" she asked him, her plight momentarily forgotten. 
	He was frozen with terror. He didn't know what to say. What would 
Susan say if she knew that he was about to sleep with another woman? So he 
said the first thing that came to mind. "The TV?" He suggested.
	"It's not, is it" She said. At any other moment, she wouldn't have 
cared. She'd left for Phoenix a year ago, and it's not like she hadn't had a
few relationships since. But now, in her vulnerability, in this moment of 
darkness when it seemed like everyone had turned against her, she did. "I 
can see that you don't need me bothering you with my insignificant problems 
then," she said, bitterness in her voice. "You're too busy screwing around 
other women" She slammed down the phone, cutting off whatever apology he 
would try and make up, and burst into tears. 
						***
	"Susan? Susan are you still there?" Mark questioned the phone in 
vain, then slammed it down in frustration. That was the only contact he'd 
had with Susan in a year, and he'd blown it. It's probably just the 
medication they've given her, he told himself, trying to make up an excuse, 
even though he knew that it wasn't his fault, it wasn't anyones except for 
maybe a little Chloe's. He was just trying to get  on with her life, and 
then she had to come back and ruin it all. Damn her, he thought, 
despondently. He walked back into the bedroom, and was faced with Claudia. 
	"Aren't you coming back to bed?", she asked, in that husky voice of 
hers.
	"No, he said. "I'm not much in the mood anymore. Maybe you should 
just leave."
	"Okay, she said, pouting a little. She put her blouse back on, 
gathered up her purse, and blew out of his apartment, and his life.
	There goes another one, he thought, that was what, the... He gave up
trying to remember. There'd been too many since Susan, that was for sure, 
and all of them wild one night stands. Not a one had mattered to him at all.
With a sigh, he got back into bed, alone this time, and tried, in vain, to 
sleep.
	He hadn't been lying there more than ten minutes before the phone 
rang again. In his haste to answer it, he got tangled in the bedclothes, and
fell to the floor. Rubbing his shin, he answered the phone with a hopeful 
"Susan?"
	"No Mark, it's Doug," came the voice over the phone. Something 
strange has happened here, and I think you'd better get down here right 
away."
						***
	A nurse coming into the room just then, looked at her worriedly. 
"Are you okay Susan?" she inquired.
	Susan looked up at her. Oh good, it's Fran, she thought with relief.
Fran was  the one person who she had actually managed to befriend since 
coming to this horrible place.  "I guess so." The words were on the tip of 
her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to lie to her one friend right 
now. So, she found herself pouring out the whole sordid story to her. At the 
end of it, she actually felt much better. "And now I feel really bad." She 
finished. "Mark was just trying to get on with his life, when I call up all 
emotional, and he was just trying to console me, and I went and got all mad 
at him"
	"Oh Susan," Fran said, looking at her with sympathy. "You just seem 
to get all the bad luck, don't you." "Well, you know what I would do if I 
were you? I would have a good nights sleep, then call Mark in the morning. 
If he's at all like you described him, I'm sure he'll forgive you."
	"Thanks Fran, I feel a lot better now." Susan said. And this time 
she wasn't lieing.

				~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~

	The ringing phone cut through Fox Mulder's dreams. He sighed, 
reluctant to give up sleep (God knew, he got precious little of it as it 
was)  for what was most probably going to be a case. He reached over, and, 
half-asleep, picked up the phone. "Mulder" He said, out of habit.
	
	"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time of the morning," came his 
bosses voice through the phone, "But it's important. I was woken up myself 
by a phone call. It seems we have a new case, that appears to be in your 
field of expertise."
	"An X-File, you mean"
	"Well yes, it seems that way. A Dr...Maggie Doyle called, to report 
an unusual circumstance in....Chicago's Cook County Hospital."
	"Unusual how? One of their patients was abducted by aliens and has 
now given birth to an alien baby?" Mulder said, sarcastically. (He wasn't 
in the best of moods after having been woken up by the early morning phone 
call.)
	"No," Skinner said, choosing to ignore Mulder's sarcasm."It seems 
that one of their patients, who had come in unconscious, and nearly dead, 
with a skull fracture from a car accident, disappeared from her room, and 
was found hours later on the other side of town. It was a quiet day in the 
hospital, so someone would have seen her if she'd walked out. When they 
found her, in an empty room of a dilapidated apartment building, she was 
fully awake and coherent, and saying that she had been reunited with her 
twin brother, that he had brought her there and healed her."
	"So, what's so unusual about that?" Mulder said. "Her brother comes 
to get her from the hospital, takes her out a back entrance,..."
	"He died ten years ago" Skinner said,  interrupting him.  "And 
that's not all.  A necklace was found with the woman, Tracy Roberts that she
had never seen before, and that had been buried with her brother. A note, 
written in what seems to be his writing was in the locket."
	
	Mulder sighed. This was an x-file, no doubt about that. He'd have to
forego any chance of getting back to sleep now, and go in to work. "Alright
sir, I'll make some travel arrangements, and wake up Scully, we'll be in 
Chicago before the day is out." He hung up the phone, without waiting for a 
reply, and dialed the number for the travel agency. He made arrangements for
a eight o'clock flight to Chicago, and then dialed Scully's number. But 
there was no answer. Strange, he thought, maybe she's gotten up early and is
in the shower or something. He left a message on her machine, that they were 
leaving for Chicago on a case on the eight o'clock American Airlines flight,
then hung up, deciding that she didn't call him back that he would stop by 
her place on the way to the airport. He got out of bed, and went to the 
chair where he'd slung his suit the night before. It wasn't there, though. 
Well, wait, there was his tie flung over the lamp, and a sock on the floor, 
half under the bed. What on earth were they doing there? He almost always 
put his suit  over the back of the chair, or in one heap on the floor 
sometimes, put never slung all over the room like this. Unless...<No, you're
getting crazy>, he thought. <Been spending too much time with the x-files. 
My whole life's turned into one.> He bent down to get the errant sock under 
the bed, and a hand reached over, and touched his back.
	"Come back to bed Mulder, it's much to early to be up" a female 
voice mumbled. An all too _familiar_ female voice.
	"Scully?!" he cried in shock, straightening up in a hurry to see if 
it really was her. It was. There she was, large as life, lying in his bed. 
Then all the events of last night came flooding back to him.

				~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~

	Maggie Doyle sighed, looking at Tracy Roberts, who was now sleeping
peacefully, unaware of all the commotion she'd caused. And what a commotion 
it was, she thought to herself. Nobody had believed her story at first, not 
Shep, who had gone there to bring her back, not anyone. Until they'd found 
the note, written in her brothers handwriting, that had been placed in 
Tracy's shirt, along with the locket. Then everyone had. She reached into 
her pocket, and pulled out the note. Unfolding it, she read it to herself 
again.

		Dear Tracy,
		           I'm sorry for what I did to you. Maybe this will 
   help you to get better. I hope so. I never meant to hurt you, or Mom, or 
   Dad, or anyone. I just wanted to fly like the eagles.   I miss you, but I 
   know that you are better off here for now, like that old saying-'If you 
   love something, let it go. If it loves you, it will come back' Or 
   something like that. Come back soon, when you are ready, please Tracy. 
					I miss you, see you soon
							Robert Roberts

	It read, in childish writing.  It had been found inside a locket, 
which had in turn been placed around Tracy's neck, and done up. She hadn't 
been wearing the locket when she came in, and when Maggie had shown it to 
Tracy's mother, she went pale and fainted. When she regained consciousness, 
she had said that Robert had been clasping that in his hand when he had 
fallen from the tree twenty years ago, it had been a birthday present to 
Tracy that he had gotten her, and been going to hide in the tree, when he 
fell out and died, so they assumed. It had been buried with him, and no-one 
except for Mrs. Roberts had ever seen it, Tracy included. She supposed that 
it could just be somebody's idea of a sick joke, but there were too many 
coincidences, to her mind. From the little they had been able to get out of 
Mrs. Roberts, Tracy had been having dreams about her brother for couple of
weeks now. She'd never had dreams about him before, in fact she could barely
remember him, being only four years old when he had died. Tracy's favorite 
toy had been a stuffed eagle, which Robert had lost only a day before he 
died.Mrs. Roberts had said that he felt so guilty, that it wasn't his fault. 
To make him feel better, she had told him that it had flown away to the sky
so it could be with the other eagles, and she had recited that saying to 
him. At that point, she had broken down, and they'd had to give her a 
tranquilizer. 
	The arrival of an ambulance cut short any further thoughts, as she 
went out to help. It was a multiple-person car crash, and she had little 
time to think for the next hour or so. Everybody had survived, except for a 
young woman, the widowed mother of a young baby. She sighed. She just hated 
to see that poor little baby, who would never know her mother. She wandered 
into the reception desk, hoping that there wouldn't be anything big waiting 
for her, and that she could go home early today. 
	"Oh good, Maggie, you're here" said Jerry. "We're really busy at the
moment. Let's see, you can take.." He looked at her for a moment. "Say, are 
you okay? You look really wiped."
	"I'm okay, I'll just take something easy, if you've got one,"she 
replied, relieved that he wasn't going to unload some big messy case on her. 
"So, what've you got Jerry?" She questioned him. "Jerry?"
	He wasn't paying attention to her anymore, his gaze had been 
captured by a somewhat frazzled-looking woman who had just walked in the 
door. She was accompanied by a tall, dark- haired man who was really rather 
handsome. They didn't look like they were injured, or even like they were 
coming to visit someone, as they didn't look worried 
at all. They were wearing trench coats, and as they approached the desk, 
they took out their i.d's. 
	"Hi, I'm agent Mulder, and this is my partner, agent Scully. 
We're with the F.B.I." the man introduced them. 
	"We're looking for a doctor...Doyle,"Scully said. 
	"That would be me," Maggie said, stepping forward. 
	Before she had time to go into any detail about what had happened, 
Carter rushed up. "Have you seen a woman, about so high," he said 
frantically, gesturing with his hands. She was about, oh twenty-six . 
She was in that car crash that came in earlier."
	"But Carter, they've all gone upstairs, none of them are here 
anymore. Well, except for that woman who died..." Her voice trailed off, as 
she realized what she was saying.

			         ~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~ 

	"Please buckle your seatbelts, and make sure your tray tables and 
chairs are in the correct upright position." The voice came over the 
intercom, waking Mark up. For a moment, he wondered where he was, but then 
he realized-he was on a plane to Phoenix. He hoped that this was the right 
thing to do, as he had agonized long and hard over it. He had eventually 
come to the conclusion that Susan was the only woman for him, God knows he 
had tried hard enough with others, but he never felt any sparks, not like he
had on their one -and only- kiss. He knew Susan loved him, but not enough. 
She needed a family. We could make one, he thought. If only she'd forgive 
him.  He'd finally decided to go to Phoenix, track her down, and beg her
to come back to Chicago with him. If she wouldn't come with him, then he'd 
just have to move to Phoenix to be with her.
					          *****  
	Susan Lewis stared dismally out the window. Now that she had come to
her senses, she realized that Mark wasn't at fault, it was her that was to 
blame. Oh God, she thought. He loves me so much that he still wants to be 
with me after I left him in Chicago. And she did love him. It's just that 
she hadn't realized it until it was too late. And even then, it hadn't been 
enough. But now she needed more then just someone else's family, she needed 
one of her own. This incident, however painful it might be, had forced her 
ro realize that. And the one person she wanted to make that family with was 
Mark. 
     She picked up the phone, to call him, and beg for forgiveness. With 
trembling fingers, she dialed his number, and waited while it rang,and rang,
and rang. But no-one picked up. Oh, to hell with this, she thought. I'll 
just hop on a plane to Chicago, and surprise him at the hospital.                
     Forgetting all about her fear of flying, she called the airport, 
and made reservations for a flight leaving that afternoon. Looking at her 
watch, she realized that she'd have to hurry to make the flight. She changed
into her street clothes, and walked out of room, as fast as she could. 
(Which wasn't really very fast, right now) She'd been discharged an hour or 
so ago, and hadn't felt like going home, probably because she hadn't one to 
go to. But now she did. (Or so shew hoped) Luckily, the elevator had just 
arrived at her floor, and some kind soul held open the door for her while 
she half-ran, half-walked to it. Getting out of the elevator, She continued 
at her peculiar gait across the reception area, and had just gone out the 
door when a familiar figure got out of a cab, and paid the driver. Her mind 
and her heart raced. Forgetting all about her injuries, she ran down the 
steps, crying out his name- "Mark" With just that one word, she released all
the emotions of the past year. 
     At the sound of his name he looked up, and, to his great surprise, saw 
the woman he loved, running towards him, arms outstretched. He dropped his 
bag, and ran to meet her. As they greeted each other, Mark sweeping her up 
in his arms and spinning her around, they both realized the true extent of 
their love for each other. 
				THE END of part 1