TITLE: Ab Initio
AUTHOR: Ana Vicente Ferreira
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.
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 suits 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
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 watched her on the hallways, on the cafeteria, on the
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 naïf 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 promotion could do strange things to people, this 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
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
She looked up, her gaze locking with his, and he startled. He recoiled, for a
moment not remembering 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
Turning around, she walked into the building. 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 of small windows by the pavement, the windows to his basement office. The
man turned 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.