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     TITLE: No One Is To Blame   
     AUTHOR: ElleThom  Email :  too_spooky_4u@yahoo.com   
     CATEGORY: MSR, Pre-XF, AU…maybe   
     RATING: pg to nc-17   
     SPOILERS: Screw it its all up for grabs   
     SUMMARY: A ‘what if’ with a twist   
     DISCLAIMER: I know.  You know.  I know, you know.  You know I know you   
   know.  You know I know you know…oh hell where was I again?   
     FEEDBACK:  Just call me Audrey II and feed me.   
     AUTHOR”S NOTES: Not song fic, though I do tend to drop them in liberally.    
   This is my third fic, but the first posted here.  I can take it, don’t hold   
   back.   
      
      
      
     She   
     She’s figured out   
     All her doubts are someone else’s point of view   
     Waking up this time   
     To smash the silence with the brick of self control   
     Are you wrapped up in a world   
     That’s been planned out for you   
     Are you feeling like a social tool   
     Without a use   
     Scream at me   
     Until my ears bleed   
     I’m taking heed   
     Just for you   
                 Green Day   
      
                 Breman Academy loomed ahead of her in the distance, the school   
   year had already started and Dana Scully would already be a month behind in   
   her schoolwork.  She had to be the only one that went here, Bill and Missy   
   were already out of high    
   school, and Charlie still attended grammar school.   
                 Dana was flying solo on this one.   
                 She marched to the ominous double doors of the gothic looking   
   building, its four stories towering forebodingly over the impeccably kept   
   lawn.  She stood for a second, drawing in a deep breath and gathering her   
   strength.  So often she    
   reached into her mind to hear her father’s voice, he gently reassured her and   
   she used these words to enter.   
                 The school had the feel and smell of old money, the children   
   walking these halls were children of long held privileges, and she in last   
   years’ fashions.  The halls were immense, wooden planks covered the floors,   
   polished to a high shine.     
   This was definitely nothing like the other public schools she had been to.    
   Dana had earned her education in a slew of places, but this school was   
   something entirely different.   
                 This school was way out of her league.   
                 Dana made her way to the office on the first floor; she had to   
   get her classes for the semester.  The lady behind the desk smiled and handed   
   her a print out of what she had to take.  “Welcome to Breman Academy.” She   
   smiled through false    
   teeth.   
                 Dana snorted a reply, grabbed her schedule and headed toward   
   first period.   
      
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                 Chemical Calculus was so easy she couldn’t stand it.  She had   
   more fun eyeing the gawking students who were lost in the simple equations.     
   She smiled at the three ‘perfect’ girls in one of the front row who began to   
   sweat openly when Mr.    
   Richards mentioned the upcoming test.   
                 History was next, not so much her cup of tea, but necessary for   
   the early graduation she had been gunning for.  Western civilization was not   
   as boring as psychology, and Dana hated psychology.   
                 She usually tried to plug into the back row, staying out of the   
   fray of onlookers trying to get a feel for the new girl.  She really hated   
   being the new girl.  History was not as easy as Calc, but she liked the   
   teacher, Ms. Graff, a young    
   blonde who smiled easily and told off color historical tales.   
                 Her third period class was her hands down best subject, the   
   placement tests she took before enrolling into the school placed her in third   
   year biology, something very few freshmen had accomplished.  She had been   
   ready for stares and looks    
   when she entered the classroom at third period, what she was not prepared for   
   was who.   
                 He smiled and waved at her patting the empty stool next to him.    
   Cautiously, after scanning the room to see if there were any other empty   
   seats, she grudgingly sat next to the boy from the beach.   
                 “Hi.” He offered, gracing her with a lopsided grin.   
                 “So, what, you don’t have a lab partner?” she asked   
                 “Nah, they say I am incorrigible.” He grinned.   
                 “Mr. Mulder,” Mr. Graves began, sauntering over to their lab   
   table. “I hope Ms. Scully here can help you pass Biology this time.” He   
   snickered as if happy to see the young man fail again. “She is quite a science   
   whiz.”   
                 Mulder looked at Dana as if he had never met her before.  After   
   Mr. Graves returned to his desk, Mulder grabbed her hand, in his and smiled.   
   “Marry Me.” He teased.   
                 “Oh brother.”   
      
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                 She ended up spending the entire lab period trying to explain   
   ATP and the electron transport system to him.  Every time she thought he was   
   getting it, he would ask her to go slower.  They were right, he was   
   incorrigible. “Mulder,” she began    
   “How are you going to graduate if you can’t pass biology?” she laughed.   
                 “Ah, ya see..” he hemmed. “I was hoping this short red head that   
   landed on me the other day would take pity on a poor kid, maybe help me out,   
   maybe a little extra study time.,.”   
                 “Short?  Mulder I have better things to do with my time than try   
   to pull your butt through Biology.” She whined.   
                 “Please,” he begged offering her a look that she had only seen   
   on puppy dogs trying desperately to get an extra treat.  It was a look few   
   were impervious to.   
                 “I don’t know…” she wanted to, she wanted to so very badly, but   
   she knew better than to get herself into a situation where she would get to   
   know him, she knew the feelings she had began having after their meeting on   
   the beach would just get    
   worse.  Something she could not afford.   
                 He grabbed her schedule off of her side of the table. “Ah ha!”   
   he screamed like a mad scientist. “You have psychology, you are so in luck.’   
                 “Who says I need help in Psych?  I may be very good in it you   
   never know.”   
                 “Is that why you have the skull and cross bones drawn next to   
   the class?” he asked pointing to her little sketch of death.  He laughed as   
   her short little arms tried to steal back her schedule.  They were laughing so   
   hard and loud they did    
   not notice that the class had stopped being taught and had watched them.   
                 “Mr. Mulder, Ms. Scully, I would hate to have to separate the   
   two of you, but in case you were too busy to notice, I am trying to teach a   
   class here.” Mr. Graves had a stern yet playful look on his face.   
                 “Sorry,” the two offered almost simultaneously ducking their   
   heads in mock shame, all the while smiling broadly.   
                 “So will you?” he whispered.   
                 “Mulder…” She placated, damn he was throwing her that look   
   again. “I have a really full schedule here, I am not sure if I have the time   
   for charity work.”   
                 “Ouch.  You wound me Dana…”   
                 “Hmm, yeah I don’t know if I am exactly comfortable with you   
   calling me that…” She was trying so hard not to crack up.   
      
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