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     TITLE: No One Is To Blame (2/26)   
     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.   
      
     Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
      
           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.   
           He eyed her quizzically, "Really?" he asked, giving her a sidelong   
   glance.   
           "Either I call you Fox, or..."   
      
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