Title: The Past Rushing Back

Author: Eileen S. Whipple

Email: whipples@connect.ab.ca

Classification: VA, Mulder/Other

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Lazarus

Summary: "Fox Mulder... the beautiful soul from the Vineyard 
          of my youth."

Archive: Sure, anywhere, but just keep my name and my email
address attached, and ask me first. I will say yes.

DISCLAIMER: Chris Carter owns the X-Files and I don't mean
any harm. (I'm not getting paid.) "Blue Denim" belongs to
Stevie Nicks. Lyrics are used without permission and were
obtained from her "Street Angel" CD.

Author's Notes: This is a sequel to "Nothing Else Mattered"
and it should be read before this. It can be found at:
http://www.angelfire.com/ab/spookyavatar/fanfiction/17.txt
This, again, is an experimental piece and all mistakes 
(such as lack of capitalized letters where they should be, 
or tense change) are deliberate. This is NOT a songfic. 
This is not all that shippy, but you Shippers might like 
the last line. Also, this was written to commemorate my 
fifth anniversary writing fan fiction.


Again, to my Desert Angel, Stephanie, co-founder of the
Order of High Heels and Dreams. :D



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The Past Rushing Back
by Eileen S. Whipple
January 13, 2000
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"I knew him another way
I knew him another day
In some ways he'd forgotten me
In many ways he got to me."
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April 4, 1992


I found this old diary today, only after Dana called and a 
part of my past came rushing back at me.

"I have a new partner," she said, my little sister all grown 
up. "When I first met him, I was sure I'd known him before, but 
you seem to remember people more." She told me his name and I 
almost fell off my chair.

Fox Mulder... the beautiful soul from the Vineyard of my youth. 
Those warm summer nights we spent together, whether I was 
comforting him or kissing him.

"He's very good-looking. I thought the name Mulder sounded 
familiar."

I whispered, "It does."

I remember him as if the memories were happening again; I can 
feel his touches, his kisses, as we spent nights on the treehouse 
floor. I gave myself to him before we left the Vineyard...

gave him my innocence on the pile of our clothes, enduring the 
pain because of the love I had for him. He loved me too, and he 
said it, and I felt it. We were teenagers but he was an old soul 
and he told me I was one as well.

We fought with our fathers that night and when the veil of night 
fell, we met in my cousins' treehouse. We made love while full of 
pain, anger, joy and fear. We'd both been virgins before that.

"Missy, are you okay?" I realized my sister had been trying to 
get my attention for a minute or so.

"I'm fine. Do you like your partner? Is there chemistry between 
the two of you?" I asked, being nosy. 

"We're partners. You know I don't mix personal and business 
relationships." My sister the strait-laced woman, but she has 
her ethics. However, there was that teacher she dated at 
Quantico.

I needed time to think so I said, "Dana, I have to go. I'll call 
you later." I hung up quickly, not even giving time for Dana to 
say goodbye. Mom probably heard about that.

Fox... an FBI agent, my sister's partner. Fate was acting 
strangely but I'm not going to complain. I hadn't answered my 
sister about whether or not we'd known the Mulders. She was only 
fourteen when we were vacationing on Martha's Vineyard. She only 
knew Fox through me but when I hung out with him, she rarely 
stayed around.

I found this diary and began paging through it. The entries from 
that summer were full of cheerful writing because of Fox, apart 
from the times we spent calming each other after a fight with a 
family member. Now I am going to write in here about any new 
developments regarding Fox Mulder.

I remember him. Does he remember me? I would like to see him again, 
but perhaps the past is just the past and that's it. I don't want 
to sabotage Dana's work relationship with him. I will probably have 
to tell her about how I know him, that he seemed familiar for a 
reason.

That I had lost my virginity to him when I was fifteen in the 
treehouse where the Scully kids used to play. That he was my first 
love. Nobody knew about how close Fox and I were or our secret 
meetings. 

After Dana's call, I pulled out the DC phone book and looked up 
'F. Mulder'. I know it's him. I just marked the page and left it.

My memories are pictures in my mind, both moving and at rest, and 
I could never forget him. He was my first in many ways and in the 
corner of my heart, I will hold my love for him. I will leave my 
feelings alone for a while, to give my sister time to get to know 
the man that I held so dear. 

Perhaps it's her time to know a love like his.


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"And I will never forget...
The last time I saw you
Like a photograph... so rare
Like a painting."
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Really, I'm a shipper, but one who
likes Melissa Scully and one who has
an open mind.

Comments? Flames? Direct them to me at:
whipples@connect.ab.ca