FIC: Acceptance by Maidenjedi(XF, 1/1)
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TITLE: Acceptance
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SPOILERS: General series spoilers.
SUMMARY: She would not disappoint him, not Ahab. Pre-series.
NOTES: Weirdly enough, this came to me before we did our rewatch of 'Beyond the Sea,' but that episode definitely informs this.
She ran to the mailbox when she saw the truck pull up. It hadn’t come the day before, or the day before that, and this was the week, this was when she would hear whether or not she got into medical school.
The envelope was thinner than she expected. Maryland had sent her a huge package, one she’d had to go to the post office to collect after getting a little note in the mailbox. And that had been the first school, the one she’d wanted to get into, and she’d expected it.
Not that she expected an acceptance this time. No, she knew it could be a rejection; it could be a “no, but thank you for trying.” She’d struggled on her entrance exams, felt mixed up. In fact, she knew, she was positive, that the admissions board could tell she’d winged her way through the essays on biochemical theories, even if they had awarded her high marks.
Dana pictured the face of her exam proctor, as she’d turned in her last booklet just seconds shy of the time limit, and how his eyes had narrowed. It didn’t mean anything at the time, and now it meant….
Her heart sank.
She took it back inside, barely watching where she was going. She tried not to imagine her father’s face when he asked at dinner and she would respond, “No, Dad. I’ll have to try again.”
She was born to be a doctor, he always said, as she aced her biology classes in high school and showed compassion for the smallest creatures. Her mother tried to temper his enthusiasm for the idea. Any kid might have cried when her brother stepped on a frog and also happen to get straight As in school, it didn’t make them surgeons. But even Maggie would smile a little more with every report card, every honor in school. She was salutatorian of her class at Maryland, earned special honors for her undergraduate work in physics. It was inevitable she would achieve great things, really, or so her father’s joyful look had told her. It was expected.
Her feet hit the pavement with echoing thuds to her ears. She’d never brought home a disappointing grade, never handed over a letter rejecting her from her goals and her dreams (his goals, his dreams).
Bill had gotten into the Academy. Nothing else really counted where he was concerned. Melissa had never feared the disappointed sigh and shake of his head. For every A that Dana brought home, Melissa had a C, or a week’s suspension for Dana’s name on the Honor Roll. She excelled at everything their father saw as “nice and all, but.” But. Where’s the glory in art, he might have said, had he thought in such lofty terms as glory.
She stopped in the yard, and stared up at the house. What would she do now? No medical school, and a degree in a scientific field that absolutely demanded graduate work to be worth a damn. Graduate school it would be, then. Surely they’d let her stay, she could get a job for living expenses. She could go back to Maryland, right?
Dana felt her heart speed up, at the thought of doing something unexpected. Something she chose, not something she was “born to do.” What might it be like, to chase physics, become an engineer? Was that not a worthy goal, too? She tipped her head to the sky and thought about flight, about speed. She could even apply to schools back west; maybe leave the damp air of Maryland for the dry summers of California.
A different kind of doctor, that’s all, Dad.
She kept walking.
Physics challenged her, made her come alive. She loved the detective work, the hows and whys. The equations to solve problems that seemed otherwise unfathomable. She could do it. Of course she could.
She stood at the door, the letter now crumpled in her hand.
She had to at least know what it was that they said. He might ask. She tore the letter open, no thought of saving it or the postmark for her scrapbook. Who would want to remember such a day?
Her eyes widened as she read.
“Dear Miss Scully.”
“Happy to have you join the class of.”
“Enrollment information will be forthcoming.”
“We are excited to have you join.”
So she turned the knob, and could no longer hear her feet hit the ground.
She was going to be a medical doctor.
-
“So, Starbuck,” he says, grinning, as he cuts into the meatloaf her mother expertly made that afternoon. “I hear you had a letter.”
There it was, under her plate, ready to hand over. She did so happily.
Charlie sat across from her and grinned. She tried not to preen, though there was only pride at this table, and no condescension. Bill and Melissa were far away tonight.
Her mother smiled calmly as her father read the letter aloud.
“So, Starbuck,” he said again. He winked at her. “Next stop, the cure for cancer.”
Her heart was full of his faith in her, his confidence. She would not disappoint him, not Ahab.
-
End
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
RATING: PG
PAIRING: None
SPOILERS: General series spoilers.
SUMMARY: She would not disappoint him, not Ahab. Pre-series.
NOTES: Weirdly enough, this came to me before we did our rewatch of 'Beyond the Sea,' but that episode definitely informs this.
She ran to the mailbox when she saw the truck pull up. It hadn’t come the day before, or the day before that, and this was the week, this was when she would hear whether or not she got into medical school.
The envelope was thinner than she expected. Maryland had sent her a huge package, one she’d had to go to the post office to collect after getting a little note in the mailbox. And that had been the first school, the one she’d wanted to get into, and she’d expected it.
Not that she expected an acceptance this time. No, she knew it could be a rejection; it could be a “no, but thank you for trying.” She’d struggled on her entrance exams, felt mixed up. In fact, she knew, she was positive, that the admissions board could tell she’d winged her way through the essays on biochemical theories, even if they had awarded her high marks.
Dana pictured the face of her exam proctor, as she’d turned in her last booklet just seconds shy of the time limit, and how his eyes had narrowed. It didn’t mean anything at the time, and now it meant….
Her heart sank.
She took it back inside, barely watching where she was going. She tried not to imagine her father’s face when he asked at dinner and she would respond, “No, Dad. I’ll have to try again.”
She was born to be a doctor, he always said, as she aced her biology classes in high school and showed compassion for the smallest creatures. Her mother tried to temper his enthusiasm for the idea. Any kid might have cried when her brother stepped on a frog and also happen to get straight As in school, it didn’t make them surgeons. But even Maggie would smile a little more with every report card, every honor in school. She was salutatorian of her class at Maryland, earned special honors for her undergraduate work in physics. It was inevitable she would achieve great things, really, or so her father’s joyful look had told her. It was expected.
Her feet hit the pavement with echoing thuds to her ears. She’d never brought home a disappointing grade, never handed over a letter rejecting her from her goals and her dreams (his goals, his dreams).
Bill had gotten into the Academy. Nothing else really counted where he was concerned. Melissa had never feared the disappointed sigh and shake of his head. For every A that Dana brought home, Melissa had a C, or a week’s suspension for Dana’s name on the Honor Roll. She excelled at everything their father saw as “nice and all, but.” But. Where’s the glory in art, he might have said, had he thought in such lofty terms as glory.
She stopped in the yard, and stared up at the house. What would she do now? No medical school, and a degree in a scientific field that absolutely demanded graduate work to be worth a damn. Graduate school it would be, then. Surely they’d let her stay, she could get a job for living expenses. She could go back to Maryland, right?
Dana felt her heart speed up, at the thought of doing something unexpected. Something she chose, not something she was “born to do.” What might it be like, to chase physics, become an engineer? Was that not a worthy goal, too? She tipped her head to the sky and thought about flight, about speed. She could even apply to schools back west; maybe leave the damp air of Maryland for the dry summers of California.
A different kind of doctor, that’s all, Dad.
She kept walking.
Physics challenged her, made her come alive. She loved the detective work, the hows and whys. The equations to solve problems that seemed otherwise unfathomable. She could do it. Of course she could.
She stood at the door, the letter now crumpled in her hand.
She had to at least know what it was that they said. He might ask. She tore the letter open, no thought of saving it or the postmark for her scrapbook. Who would want to remember such a day?
Her eyes widened as she read.
“Dear Miss Scully.”
“Happy to have you join the class of.”
“Enrollment information will be forthcoming.”
“We are excited to have you join.”
So she turned the knob, and could no longer hear her feet hit the ground.
She was going to be a medical doctor.
-
“So, Starbuck,” he says, grinning, as he cuts into the meatloaf her mother expertly made that afternoon. “I hear you had a letter.”
There it was, under her plate, ready to hand over. She did so happily.
Charlie sat across from her and grinned. She tried not to preen, though there was only pride at this table, and no condescension. Bill and Melissa were far away tonight.
Her mother smiled calmly as her father read the letter aloud.
“So, Starbuck,” he said again. He winked at her. “Next stop, the cure for cancer.”
Her heart was full of his faith in her, his confidence. She would not disappoint him, not Ahab.
-
End
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Date: 2014-02-16 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-16 04:54 am (UTC)I've wanted to write about Scully's decision to go F.B.I. for a long time, but it really intimidates me, so I went with medical school instead. I think the seeds of rebellion, such as they were, had to have been sown early. She didn't up and decide to ditch a medical career that her father in particular wanted for her; part of her had to believe she could have a different path. Moreover, it's always bothered me that her father objects to her F.B.I. career at all; as a retired Naval officer he clearly believes in serving one's country. Sexism, maybe? ::shrug::
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:31 am (UTC)I think that's a strong possibility, yes. It always bothered me, too.
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Date: 2014-02-16 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-16 10:27 am (UTC)Thank you for this. :)
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Date: 2014-02-17 05:06 am (UTC)Honestly, I think I was stretching it with the "detective work" of physics....but ultimately I think that's what leads Scully to specialize in forensic pathology, too. She likes digging, finding answers. It's what makes her so scientific. And there has to be a reason she has an undergrad degree in physics! :-)
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Date: 2014-02-16 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-16 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-16 07:48 pm (UTC)Does anyone really KNOW much about the Bureau? They are famous for their high-tech labs, etc., to aid less-equipped investigators. Is it rational to believe that they need and would reward medical doctors?
Am I babbling? apologies.
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Date: 2014-02-16 09:28 pm (UTC)I also think there must have been a defining moment that made Scully choose the FBI. Wanting to "make a difference" is just not enough of a reason to give up a promising career in medicine.
Something must have happened. Something that made enough of an impact on her to want to go into law enforcement.
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Date: 2014-02-17 05:21 am (UTC)Taking 'all things' as canon, Daniel happened. Why the FBI? My best guess is they approached her. Or in my head canon, her good friend Clarice Starling convinced her. :-) But yes, what would trigger that drastic a move? I wonder.
When we consider the kind of medical doctor Scully ultimately was, it makes some sense that law enforcement would be attractive. She wasn't a surgeon or a pediatrician or even a general practitioner. Her field is forensics, up until the canon of IWTB. Can't be much call for that outside of law enforcement, ultimately.
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Date: 2014-02-17 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 08:22 pm (UTC)She may have examined plenty of dead bodies before without having had to dig up a grave.
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Date: 2014-02-17 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 08:16 pm (UTC)Ah Daniel, of course. I kind of tend to blank him out. Bah.
Did she pick forensics because she knew she was going to join the bureau or did one lead to the other? Why forensics? Is it because since the death of that snake when she was a kid she's been fascinated by death?
As you said she could have been recruited.
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Date: 2014-02-17 05:16 am (UTC)If I were to come at this from Ahab's POV, I'd probably say he disapproves of the FBI route because of the money more than anything else. Maybe he paid for med school, too, and disapproves on those grounds. And if we take into account what we know of Scully's past as revealed in 'all things,' we have to wonder - how much did Scully's family know about what happened? Does her mother know, but Ahab didn't, and there's a conflict there because Maggie is more supportive?
As to the Bureau - I don't know this for sure IRL, but in the context of the fictional FBI, to have forensic pathologists as gifted as Scully on board makes some sense. But when she's not on the X-Files project, she's usually teaching - season six investigative work notwithstanding. Doctors like Scully are a resource more than a tool, I think.
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Date: 2014-02-17 08:29 pm (UTC)I agree about Scully being a resource for the Bureau though. The more I think about it the more the recruitment theory seems the most logical explanation.
Though I will keep toying with the idea that there could have been a more dramatic reason.
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Date: 2014-02-16 10:40 pm (UTC)Your comment about Ahab's fear of his daughter's safety brings me back to my post. Wasn't she teaching medical stuff at Quantico? Couldn't she have continued to do that indefinitely? Couldn't Capt. Scully have checked up on that? They must do FBI autopsies all the time!
Poor pioneer Scully. Raised to break glass ceilings. Bet Ahab never thought of interplanetary war.
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Date: 2014-02-16 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 05:24 am (UTC)LOL!!! Oh, I need to use that. :-)
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Date: 2014-02-17 08:36 pm (UTC)Ahab would have shat a truckload of bricks if he'd known what his daughter was going to go through, courtesy of the interplanetary war.
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Date: 2014-02-17 08:53 pm (UTC)I of course don't know, but I think all agents go through a sort of boot camp and experience a thorough enforcement training whether they end up in offices or not. Come to think of it, this was covered in The Untouchables, the one with Costner. They sent him an accountant (Elliott Ness, that is) who in fact helped him convict Capone, but the poor guy had to grab a rifle and take down a criminal distillery.
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Date: 2014-02-17 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-17 12:34 pm (UTC)The fic is wonderful ♥
All the time I wondered why goes she to the FBI.
Here is the answer :)
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Date: 2014-02-18 07:02 am (UTC)