Sent: Monday, October 30, 2000
Title: This is a Test
Authors: Moseley and Proto
Summary: Post Requiem from Mulder's perspective and someone else.
Disclaimer: Carter, bite me...and me
Archives: yes, to those sites already granted approval, as well
and Gossamer, the Pyramid, and the Garden.
Vickie: OK this took us all summer, but we finally got it all
We started this with high hopes for the new season. At the time,
actually thought it would all work out. Now, I for one, am not
But fan fic lives on and so does this story. Just in case anyone
forgets what the focus of the show really is.
But enough soapbox! As always, it's a pleasure writing with Mrs.
had some rough times trying to decide if anyone else could interpret
actions, but in the end, we came up with a story that I feel is
of the other Requiem Post Eps out there. So, sit down, get comfortable,
and enjoy this one.
Susan: This one started out as a labor of love for me, but turned
story that almost wasn't. As my partner in crime can attest to,
I was having
my doubts there for awhile as to whether this was all worth the
found it difficult to read any X-Files fanfic for a good long
less write any of it. The disparaging remarks that have been flung
all summer regarding the show itself, the lack of Mulder, the
the Doggett character (see? I can say the name...<sigh>)
and his *chemistry*
with Scully, in addition to the various controversies within our
world of fanFicdom, well, it made me wonder if I really wanted
to put anymore
effort into something that so few seemed to be able to express
And then I got to talkin' with the gal whose note are above me,
remembered why it's worth it. I've made some wonderful friends
Philer experiences, and I don't want to lose them. Vickie has
supporter, my mentor, and my therapist when it came to figuring
exactly I was feeling about our beloved show. So, I thank her
patience and understanding, as well as incredible ideas and willingness
have ideas bounce back and forth. I agree with Vickie- I think
this one is a
little different from all the rest. We like it. I hope you agree.
Special thanks to all who took a gander before we turned it loose
onto to the
public. Thanks to Sally, Dawn, and Ten for all of your enthusiasm
Vickie & Susan
The Holy Ones have written "Victory is ours. We have only
to live long
enough to attain it." I have never felt that more deeply
than I do right
now. Tonight, I reached a long-held goal. The little grebe flew
hand. He came to me, of his own accord. I didn't believe it possible.
cause has just received a bounty of untold worth. All I have left
to do is
get him to the battle alive.
When he saw me, I could see the fear in his eyes. But this one
different. Humans cower in their fear. They avoid your eyes, they
He stared at me, eyes wide open. He had fear, but the courage
unmistakable. The Holy Ones were right, as always, may they be
is the one we have sought. But the journey to victory is as hard
as has been
foretold. And it's only just beginning.
I know I have spoken to you of the sickness these human beings
first on the dark journey. We have no way to resolve this sickness,
healing abilities have no effect on it. So we wait, and watch.
Not all of
them survive it. I remember this one's mate, when she was taken
ago. She was so ill, I feared she wouldn't survive. So ill that
we had to
return her before we were able to undo what had been done to her
evil I dare not name. But she did survive. At the time, I thought
the strongest human I had yet encountered. I was wrong. He is.
He has endured more than I could ever imagine in a species so
seen his thoughts, heard his wonderings. He understands the teachings
Holy Ones without ever having heard their words. It is truly inspiring.
at the same time, unnerving. Were we once this na_ve? Were we
culpable? Doesn't it confuse him to know the truth and yet live
control of those who only lie? I know we were that confused once,
thought makes me shudder.
But back to my newest recruit. He's still quite ill, still lying
makeshift habitat we cobbled together out of one of the holding
companions are there, too. Some of them are faring better than
the rest and
are acting as nurses, tending to the sickest of the group. He
is one of the
He's lost moisture, and it doesn't seem to be replenishing. He's
weak as a
new offspring, unable to walk, or even quench his own thirst.
He grabs at
his middle, the pain is evident in his cries. Sometimes, he just
lies in a
ball and moans like the Beings in the Underworld.
I wish I could take this from him. Not that I have grown attached
like a pet. But because I know how desperately we need him to
be whole and
complete when the battle arrives. We will need him to be at his
I wonder if that is possible. I fear that I've made a gross miscalculation.
I think I have separated him from his other half.
Even as he writhes in agony, the name on his lips is that of his
I think often of you and the offspring. I hold you in my being
as I hold
your image in my mind. But I must confess that you are not my
my only focus. I focus on the battle to come, on the glory and
victory, of the bitter cost of defeat. With this one, that is
not the case.
I am afraid that when the time comes, he will be thinking of his
the battle. And that will cost us all.
I know what you would say. I can hear your voice in my head as
clearly as if
you were standing next to me. You would look at me in that way
tilt your head and tell me 'bring him his mate.' But that is not
His mate is gestating their offspring now, and I can't risk losing
waited for so long. She will produce the new one, the first of
of humans to stand beside us, to help us in the struggle. Their
though more belated than had been hoped, is a reason for great
joy among us.
So I left her behind, protected for the moment by the mere isolation
forsaken planet. Oh, the evil toys with Earth, but it is far from
overtake it. The time of great battle, however, is drawing so
have to stop them now, in the Great Cluster, or all is lost.
What would you have me do? I can't bring her to him. I can't take
I have only the situation as it has been given to me. I have to
do the best
I can with what I have.
You don't have to shout so loudly. I would have figured it out
on my own.
The switch is back on.
The cacophony of voices course through my veins, and I don't know
run to hide from them. Billy Miles is calling out to Theresa and
with her to not worry, but Theresa cries back to him that all
she wants is
There are others, oh dear God, there are so many others, who chime
join the chaos that is now my mind.
I can't live through this again. Please, God, don't make me live
again. It's not living. It's not even existing! I search for her
my mind, hoping it will help anchor me to the here and now.
Scully! Scully, help me, please.
Please help me, I cry out in my mind. I know there is no sound
lips; the pain is too great to utter anything other than moans.
When I have the strength, I pace around to every corner and all
between of the small room. I have no sense of time, so I don't
long ago they brought me here. But now, I feel that if I stop
voices will only get louder, while the pain grows longer and larger.
Scully! Scully, help me, please!
I don't know if I am capable of surviving the chaos that controls
again, but I know Scully is looking for me. I just don't know
if she'll find
me this time. I don't know if she can.
I don't know if she should.
I am losing my mind again. The voices are all turned on at once
and I don't
seem to have any control over them. All I want is for them to
me, to stop causing me a pain to end all pains. How do I make
How do I make it stop?
I fall down to the floor and try my hardest to curl into myself
and hide; I
try to hide from the voices. I begin to cry out in an attempt
to drown the
"Scully! Scully!" I call out loud, or at least I think
that's what I've
said. I can't tell. I can't hear myself over the voices, all of
I want to crawl into my mind and bitch slap them all to just shut
up, but I
can't. My mind won't let me.
They won't let me.
Who are they?
The quiet astounds me almost as much as the endless voices have.
It's as if
the room is now void of all sound; it's a soundproofing mastered
perfection. I can't even hear my own voice when I speak aloud.
I'm not sure
what is more disconcerting: chaotic sound or its total absence.
I've been sleeping, but I have no idea for how long; there's no
within my reach. They've taken my watch from me, though I suspect
was rendered useless as soon as we took off.
Oh, sweet Jesus, have I truly joined the ranks of those abductees
preceded me? Is this what the MUFON women experienced? Is this
Scully! I scream out her name, but no sound bounces back to my
wonder if this is my choice; unrelenting sound that reduces me
to a babbling
idiot or total, complete silence. I know I cannot live with the
I wonder if the latter is any more palatable. There isn't the
suffering, but the isolation is no less painful.
I ache. I ache to be with her again.
I'm sorry, Scully. I'm sorry I left you just when we finally found
Time has all but stopped for me, and the effort it takes to try
to figure out
where my body is in time and space becomes almost Herculean in
As suddenly as I'd risen into the silence, I now find myself immersed
into the dissonance of the voices that imprison me.
Oh, sweet Jesus, it hurts.
I've decided that the dead silence is infinitely the lesser of
the two evils.
The voices hurl at me; I have to work so hard to decipher who
There is no one that I can determine speaking directly to me.
All they do is
talk, and all I can do is unwillingly eavesdrop.
Make it stop! Oh, God, it hurts.
I try to control it; I try to overcome the fear and the pain,
but after what
seems like hours, though is probably only minutes, I drop to the
can't stand the pain of the voices anymore, and I curl up. I roll
up into a
tight little ball in a vain attempt to create a defensive wall
voices and me.
I fail miserably.
"I lost him. I don't know what else I can say. I lost
him. I'll be asked... what I saw. And what I saw, I can't deny.
Skinner? Skinner's speaking? He's crying. Holy shit! The AD is
Scully? Scully! Are you okay? Oh, God, please let her be okay!
"We'll find him. I have to."
Scully's voice is answering him. I can recognize her even through
Oh, Scully, don't cry. Please don't cry. Find him? Oh, Scully,
isn't it? You *are* looking for me! I'm here, Scully! I'm here.
come and find me soon.
It hurts. So. Bad.
"Sir, um... there's something else I need to tell you. Something
need for you to keep to yourself."
What do you need to tell him, Scully? Suddenly, I feel cold. I
damned cold, and I don't know if I will ever feel warm again.
"I'm having a hard time explaining it."
I wait, as I'm sure Skinner is waiting. What is it, Scully? What
know that must be kept secret?
"Or believing it."
Oh, Jesus! Please, not the cancer. Please don't say the cancer
"But, I'm pregnant."
I hear her smile. I feel her tears, but I hear her smile.
Suddenly, I feel my entire body seize. I'm not sure if it's in
joy, or a combination of both, but I suddenly jerk awake from
obviously a very restless slumber.
Was I sleeping?
No, no this was real; it _is_ real. I was able to hear both Scully
Skinner. I could hear them. Damn it, it was real!
It has to have been real.
I want to be a father.
End of part 1/8
This is a Test
By Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com) &
Vickie Moseley (email@example.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
For a moment, I thought I'd killed him. Only heartbeats after
the voice of
his mate became clear to him, he seized and contorted, and I was
sure he was
in the throes of death.
I guess this is a race that just can't take good news.
He's resting, finally. His dreams are no longer terrifying to
him; he has
something to hold on to.
I can feel the smug expression on your face.
I admit I'd forgotten how important that could be. Something to
hold on to,
some goal to achieve that is personal. I have you to thank for
But I look at him, still weak and with all those emotions tumbled
and wonder if this is a fool's journey, just the last hopeless
quest of a
race doomed to extinction.
I'm sorry. I know you don't want to hear my doubts. And you know
are nothing more than the ramblings of any warrior before a battle.
can this weakling, this unformed, untrained, unreliable being
huddled in the
hold of my craft possibly be our savior?
I hate doubts. They force me away from my focus.
So I will focus on you.
You don't seem surprised that he would rest so peacefully after
information was transferred to him. I don't quite understand.
I mean, I
understand that now he has a reason to continue. That he wants
to see his
offspring and his mate, and now that he's heard her voice, he
is willing to
believe that I've done nothing to harm her or allow her to be
it's more than that. It's almost as if . . .
As if they are more like us than I'd ever imagined.
But that is nonsense. I've seen them, walking around in their
emotions, oblivious to the dangers right outside their very atmosphere,
within their own reach. They blindly reach for the stars, assuming
blasts of static and cosmic disturbances are the solid evidence
that they are
alone in the universe.
Pets. That's what so many of our kind consider them. Domestic
capable of reaching their full potential. Wild things, best left
proper training can be achieved. Or worse yet, slaves. Drones.
serve, never to attain the rank of masters.
I've been around them so long, and I still don't know which is
I'm not dropping into heresy. I'm not suggesting that I give up
or fail in my mission.
I'm just having my doubts.
But that is your chore, isn't it? To convince me they are senseless,
doubts I have. To make me realize my reason for doing this. To
that I am not out here in this craft for my own selfish reasons,
reasons we argued and discussed for ages before coming to an agreement.
I remind you now, you told me I'd have my doubts. Once again,
you can feel
satisfied in your wisdom and your prophetic abilities.
It is time to begin the tests that will ultimately lead to his
not involved in that part of the effort, the tests. I feel that
is for the
best. If I am to train him, I can't be the one who inflicts the
him. He would never come to trust me, as he will have to trust
me as a
teacher. So I wait in the observation chamber and look for the
weakness I suspect will be evident. Then, I have to devise a training
will obscure that weakness before it can become a liability. I
make him strong, stronger than he's ever been.
I can hear his thoughts. The human mind is not fully developed
understand thoughts, to untangle the sounds that assault the mind.
capable, at this point in their evolution, to filter the sounds.
I had to
assist him to filter out her voice among the many invading his
that he's accomplished this, even with my assistance, he is able
untangle her voice from the threads of the others and hear her
needs, whenever he wants. I don't think he realizes this yet.
I also don't
think he can detect our voices among the many still tangled and
He screams in pain against the applicators. He can't hear our
assurances, he can't understand that if he would simply relax,
force his body
into stasis, the tests would not inflict pain or injury. Those
the tests keep trying to make him understand, but they are as
communicating on his sub-sentient level as he is incapable of
He fears his own death.
But in the midst of it all, the pain that he doesn't realize he's
inflicting upon himself by his own stubbornness, he turns to her.
Once again, you seem to understand him far better than I. Maybe
have sent you on this mission, and I could have stayed behind
and cared for
In any event, he knows she's searching for him. He knows the ones
behind have not forgotten him. That knowledge will cause him pain
time grows on, and I hope it doesn't cause him to reject the training.
don't think I can break through the husk of one who is longing
somewhere else and not truly engaged in the undertaking we have
The first test was successful, much to my surprise. He is far
than I'd given him credit for being. The second set of tests are
almost immediately after the first. He still has to learn to find
find the peace that will override the physical pain. This is as
training as it is testing. But again, he searches out her voice,
without my guidance. I feel an odd burst of pride at his achievement.
know that means he can be guided, he can be trained.
He just has to desire the result.
It is up to me to make him desire the result we've brought him
here to attain.
I can't move.
Why can't I move?
It's horribly, uncomfortably bright in here. It's difficult for
me to keep
my eyes open. I wonder if they've painted the walls in some kind
reflective paint, as the glare is painful to my eyes.
I turn my head to the right and open my eyes to slits. I'm bound
wrist. I turn to the left and see my left wrist is fastened to
a rail as
well. When I try to lift my head, I can feel that my chest is
I can only lift my head up so high before I can feel the constriction
bindings. My legs are tied down as well. Only my head seems to
I hear footsteps.
Scully! Scully, please find me. Please!
"Mulder's got to be out there somewhere!"
Scully! Scully, I'm here! I'm right here! Where ever the hell
"Damn it, haven't you been able to catch the latest satellite
God, Walter, don't yell at her. She doesn't need you to yell at
"We're working on it as fast as we can, Skinman, but these
things take time."
"Don't call me that."
For the first time in what seems like years I feel like laughing.
I can just
picture Skinner's face. Only Frohike could ever get away with
'Skinman.' Well, maybe Scully could.
Shit, there was a time when I thought I could, too.
I sigh. My eyes have adjusted a little more to the brightness
of the room,
but just barely. It's still painful to open them fully. But at
least I know
Scully's got the cavalry in place. I just hope they hurry up.
The footsteps are coming closer.
Suddenly I hear a sound that resembles wind being let out of a
quickly. I realize it's the entrance to the room I'm in. I hear
footsteps come closer. I think there's more than one pair.
I try to pretend to be asleep.
I try to pretend to be anywhere but where I am.
I try to pretend I'm sleeping right by Scully's side.
Scully! Find me. Find me, soon.
"We need to track any unusual blips in the satellite transmissions.
he's not far from here. I can almost feel his presence."
"Not far? Scully, I saw the Goddamned space ship. It went
up. Way up."
"Sir, with all due respect, I understand that, but given
what we think we
know about this alien technology, there's a good chance they're
in some kind
of stealth mode and sitting right under our noses."
Did I hear her right? Did my partner, Dana Katherine Scully, just
words 'alien technology' and 'stealth mode' all in the same sentence?
Lord, you're killing me here. The woman has just given me absolution,
I'm stuck who the hell knows where, without any way of getting
Please, let me find a way back to her. I need her.
I need our baby.
Oh, God, please let me find my way back to my family.
They're speaking to one another now, but I don't understand their
hear the singsong cadence, so I realize they're having a conversation,
can't understand the meaning.
Suddenly the lights are dimmed and I can open my eyes fully. I
to see what appears to be two Bounty Hunters standing near me.
Oh, lucky me. Two for the price of one.
"What do you want from me?" I croak out. I haven't used
my voice in so long,
it sounds foreign to me.
They merely look at me. They don't say a word.
"What do you want?" I call out louder. I wish they would
talk to me. It
would make this interminable waiting more bearable.
Suddenly I feel something touching my head, and I realize that
freedom of movement I'd once had is now gone. I feel something
inflexible molded to the top of my head. I try to turn my head,
but there is
no longer any range of movement available to me.
I am truly trapped. I am forced to look skyward and nowhere else.
the Bounty Hunters moves within my field of vision, and I suddenly
And very, very afraid.
I watch as he lifts his hand up; his hand is clenched as if he
something precious within it. Another pair of hands comes within
Bounty Hunter #2 is reaching with his hands toward my face.
I try to move to avoid his touch, but I cannot. I am trapped.
lights are turned on to their fullest brightness again, so when
he pulls open
my eyelid as wide as he can, I expect to feel a certain amount
It's the second thing I feel that is surprising to me.
Oh, dear God! It's as if they've taken a needle and stuck it into
eyeball. No, several needles. Hundreds and hundreds of needles.
Oh, God, make it stop. Make the hurting stop!
I can't see. Something is blocking my vision and I can't see.
Why can't I
see? What did they do to me? Oh, God, Scully! Help me. Help me
I think they're going to kill me, Scully. They may not mean to,
not going to know when to stop, and they're going to kill me all
Please, please find me before they kill me.
"I don't understand this, damn it! He's out there, somewhere!
We know he's
out there; where the hell is he?"
I'm here, Scully. I'm here.
"Dana, they're doing the best they can do. Your friends will
Mrs. Scully? Oh, Mrs. Scully, take care of her. Do you know she's
baby? Make her take care of herself and the baby.
"Mom, I have to do something. I can't just __, just sit here
and do nothing."
"You are not sitting and doing nothing. You are taking care
of yourself so
you can take care of my grandchild."
You tell her, Mrs. Scully. You make sure she takes care of herself
baby. My baby. Take care of our baby, Scully.
"Dana, you have to stop this!"
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
"Bill, stop what? Stop worrying about where the father of
my child is? Stop
worrying if he's been harmed or killed? Stop worrying if he'll
back to me? What do you want me to stop?"
Oh, Jeeze, Bill. Don't do this to her. Don't make her more stressed
than she already is. Be a big brother to her, for crying out loud.
"Dana, listen to me. I know you want to work all day and
all night to find
him. I understand that."
You do, Bill? You understand?
"But I also know that even though pregnancy does not render
a woman an
invalid, it does change the body chemistry a bit. Your body tells
it's being overloaded, so that you don't harm the baby, Dana.
Listen to it.
You will be of no use to anyone if you become sick.
"And, Sis, the last thing you want to do is lose this baby.
Remember, I know
what that's like. Tara and I had tried so many times before we
Don't overwork yourself to the point where you're endangering
All right, big brother! Thank you, Bill. Thank you for watching
"I'll go lay down for a little while, okay? Are you happy
I'm happy, Scully. I really am. Go rest. Take forty winks for
me too, okay?
The lights! I can see the lights, but they're so bright again
almost wish I was blind. And the voices are back. Oh, God, they're
What are they trying to do to me?
I'm on overload; it hurts so much. I need to silence the voices
and shut out
the light, but I can't block any of it. My head feels as if it
if the voices don't quiet soon.
I feel someone touch my head and turn it to the side. Suddenly
is back on, though this time it braces my head to its left side.
I cannot move. I cannot move my head at all. I pray that the voices
themselves soon. I can't escape the stimuli, and it's starting
to make me
question my sanity again. I don't know if I'll ever be sane again,
Needles! Pain! Oh God, it hurts!
The needles are back, but this time they're in my ears. Oh, Jesus,
are on fire! Help me, Scully! I can't stand it. It hurts. It hurts
Find me soon, Scully, or I'll lose my mind and won't be worth
End of Part 2/8
This is a Test
By Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
& Vickie Moseley (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
He expelled the evil!
I don't believe it myself, but his body defeated and expelled
the evil. It
almost killed him, his body was contorting, and he was screaming
the name they give their concept of the Wise Ones, anyone and
might help him through the torment. At one point, I heard him
call for his
parents, though he knows they are in the beyond. He thought he
To be honest, so did I. But he survived.
The others wanted to check on him, but I had to be certain for
all, if any of the evil remained, he would be an even greater
threat to us
than if we'd just left him on his home planet. One who was controlled
them in our midst and able to convey our positions, our plans,
the efforts at
shielding that we've built and are using - that would be the end
of us all.
When I entered the room, the smell was overpowering. The fear,
I had to block it from my senses and try not to feel it as it
bounced off the
walls of the small room.
He was a mess. He laid there unconscious in filth, secretions,
fluids that covered him. I cleaned him as best as I could. But
even as I
went about this most disgusting chore, I silently cheered each
time I plucked
more of the black, limp vileness from his skin. Carefully, I placed
little puddle of hatred in a dish to be dissected and later destroyed.
when I thought I had all there was, I carefully lifted his eyelid.
evil seems to stay close to the ocular nerve in this species,
so it's easy
to detect them, if the body is infested.
His eyes were clear, that odd brown-green-gold color that I find
but completely clear.
I shouted my praise of the Wise Ones until the small room shook
The others entered and took him to a more comfortable room. He
well treated, now. He will be care for as none before him. Now
the only one to see that he is our prize, the one that we have
all hoped to
find, but never truly believed we would find.
They think the quest is over. He will vanquish the evil; drive
it from the
universe and go on to reign over us in benevolent peace. But that
they are wrong.
I know the true battle is going to be won quietly, by sheer force
of mind. I
know that I must convince him, persuade him, to take up our cause.
This is where I feel my most inadequate. I am fierce as a warrior,
back down from a battle. I have killed without impunity. But as
know, I am not a man of words. I am a man of action.
Once again, I wish you were here with me on this journey.
I hear your laugh in mind. You are the better diplomat, the better
No, I am not so na_ve to think that I wooed you. You won my heart,
could never have won yours unless you had set your sights on me
had the silver tongue, all the right arguments to convince this
warrior to put down his weapons long enough to look around and
grasp what was
right in front of him.
You could easily persuade him to join us. You would remind him,
as you have
me when my faith lags, of the greater purpose and how that is
extension of the personal need. That if we ignore the greater
at the expense
of the personal, we lose both. See, even in this I am totally
out of my
element. I battle with weapons, with anger, with fire. With him,
soothing thoughts, tranquil words, and the greatest weapon of
all, I will
need flawless logic. But what if logic won't woo him to our side?
I miss your voice. I love feeling your thoughts caress my mind,
voice always gives me strength. And I feel very weak indeed at
I need you here with me.
I feel him enter the area, but I'm too weak to move. I can't remember
last time I felt so debilitated. My head feels as if it is actually
my eyes are so swollen that I can't see out of them.
My arms lay helplessly at my side. My legs refuse to move. I can't
if I feel more pained or more numbed from all that I've been through.
can feel his presence.
I feel him touching me now. Oh, God, please, no more tests. I
that's what they've been doing to me. They'd slipped once or twice
the word, tests.
Or maybe I'm finally starting to understand their alien-speak?
How long have I been here that I'm starting to make sense of their
Help me, Scully. Please.
I hear him say something to me. I wonder if I cried out to you
of just inside my head? But then again__. Shit!
You can hear my thoughts, you sonofabitch! You can hear me! Get
out of my
head, you bastard. Get out of my mind! You can't have my thoughts
You can't! I won't let you have my thoughts!
Oh, God, Scully, it hurts. If I didn't love you so much, I'd say
be a good time for me to die.
I look at him through the slits that are my eyes. He actually
expression on his face. Shock? Understanding? I don't know, but
it is, I hope he realizes I can't take any more of this. I can't
more tests. I can't.
I must have fallen asleep, but at least I'm clean now. The filth
away, thank God, but I still feel so weak and helpless. I try
to move my
arms, but they feel as if they're tethered by thousand pound weights.
legs are even worse. I can't move, and to make matters worse,
have an urge to take a piss.
I can't move, but I don't want to piss all over myself. Damn it.
Scully! Scully, I'm so tired of this shit. Help me, Scully. Please.
"I will not agree to this, Sir! I cannot!"
Scully, what's wrong?
"Scully, calm down. I'm not agreeing to anything yet either,
but I don't
think it would hurt to listen to what the guy has to say."
should know better than to try that voice to calm her down. It'll
"But that ratbastard was the one who got Mulder to go to
See, I told you. Wait. What ratbastard? Not him! Not *the* Ratbastard!
"Mulder trusted him because _you_ invited him and the blonde
ratbitch in the
Wait, Scully, don't blame Walter. You need him, G-Woman. Don't
of the few friends we have. Put the blame where it belongs, on
Marita. Ratbastard and Ratbitch. I love it when you talk dirty,
"Scully __, Dana, please. I know. You don't think I haven't
kicked myself a
million times about that already? But what if he does have some
that we can use to get Mulder back? I know we're taking a big
talking with him, but given the fact that we have so damned little
information to go on, can we afford _not_ to talk with him?"
I know Scully, I know. Every time I see the little scumbag I want
strangle him, but don't brush Skinner's thoughts off. Maybe he
can help you
God, Scully, I need you to find me. Soon.
I'm scared, Scully. I think they're going to do something to me,
and I don't
know if I'm ready for it. Find me, Scully. Listen to the Skinman,
She giggles. Oh, Scully! You can hear me, can't you? Listen to
Scully. Trust him. You can trust him.
"What's so funny, Agent?"
"Nothing_, nothing, Ski_, Sir."
If I weren't so damned weak as a newborn, I'd be whooping and
can hear me, G-Woman! I love you, Scully. I'll always love you!
"Scully, are you okay? You've got the strangest look on your
Sure, she's okay, Walter. She just knows I love her, that's all.
it's time to talk. Tell us what's going on.
"I'm fine. It's just . . . I can almost hear what Mulder
would say in this
situation. But that doesn't matter. What can you possibly tell
me that will
convince me to listen to Krycek?
"Sir? Are you all right?"
Now I do manage a raspy chuckle out loud. Hot damn, Walter, you
can hear me,
too, can't you? C'mon, Skinman, admit it! You _can_ hear me!
"Scully?" He sounds rattled. Uh-oh. C'mon, Walter, it's
okay. Talk to her.
Scully, tell him it's okay.
"Sir, sometimes I feel like he's in the same room with us,
"I thought I was having flashback."
Ah, shit. No, Walter, a flashback would be you reaming my ass
out for an
overdue expense report. This is me talking to you, but you aren't
believe that. And apparently, neither is Scully.
I realize now I'm going to have to be more judicious with whom
contact. I don't want to frighten Skinner; he's been through too
already in his life.
"Okay, I want the two of us to meet with Krycek just to hear
what he has to
say. He may be able to give us information. He'd mentioned something
Spender wanting a piece of this, and I'd venture to say Krycek
wants a piece
of Spender. Maybe we can offer our services in that department
as a trade
for Mulder's return. What do you think, Agent?"
Go for it, Scully. Skinner will watch your back. But maybe you
in reinforcements, just to make sure.
"On one condition," she says firmly, "that we call
in the Gunmen to wire this
place from top to bottom and have them slip wires on the murdering
sonofabitch and his she-wolf."
Oh, Scully. If I weren't hurtin' so much, I swear you'd be turning
"It's a deal," says Skinner in between chuckles.
Keep fighting the good fight, Scully. Get out the reinforcements
me. Find me.
They've left me alone for what seems to be a very long time. It's
longest they've left me by myself since I've been here. I can
strength come back to my arms and legs, and I long to stand up
but I'm afraid I'll fall on my face.
Ohmigod! I can hear him. I can hear _him_! What the hell? But
want to hear that Ratbastard. I'd much rather rip his other arm
serve it to him on a spit.
"I truly cannot believe you're still alive old man. How many
pacts have you
made with the devil to keep giving you another life?"
"One doesn't need to make a pact with oneself, Alex. You
of all people
should know that."
Jeeze, can this day get any worse? Two rats for the price of one.
"Well, I'm here. What do you want from me this time?"
I'll tell you what I want from you, no good piece of scum! I want
on a platter!
"Now, now, patience. Allow an old man the chance to think
As for you, you black-lung bastard, I could stand to put your
head right next
"I don't have time for this, Spender. Spit it out now, or
I'm out of here."
"I can get you Mulder."
You can, _what_? You can get me? For this murdering, lying son
of a bitch?
"I have my ways."
Oh, I'm sure you do, Spender, I'm sure you do! C'mon, GCB, tell
"You're bluffing, old man. You've always been the prince
of bluffs. Well,
no more. I don't need you any longer. I've got my own alliances
Spender and I ask 'who' in unison.
"Ah, wouldn't you like to know?"
Your voice is really ugly when you laugh, you sonofabitch.
Assuming you even had a mother...
"Let's just say they're not exactly squeaky clean, but they'll
help me get
what I want if I give them what they need."
What do you want, Alex? And for Christ's sake, who are you working
what the hell do they need?
"And what is it exactly that you have access to that is wanted
by your new
The old man sounds half dead. Damn, how I can I push him the
rest of the way over?
"Who else? The Madonna with child."
I must have passed out before. I want to open my eyes, but I'm
exhausted. Oh, God, someone is touching me. I don't know who it
is. I feel
as though I should be afraid, but for some reason, I am not. The
I wonder if it's him. I wonder if it the one who has been hunting
thwarting my goals all of these years. I wonder why I don't fear
Why don't I fear you?
'Because you know I mean you no harm.'
'What? You can hear me, too?'
'Of course, I can. Who do you think taught you to hear your mate?'
'The one you call Scully. The one with child.'
'You know Scully's pregnant? If you hurt her or the baby, I swear,
'Yes, I'm quite sure you would. That is not our goal, however.
will not be in danger from me. There are others however that will
put her in
'Others? What others?'
I try to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes it
As he is witness to my attempts, the Bounty Hunter tells me to
keep my eyes
'It would harm your vision to open them now. They need time to
I ask him who is a danger to Scully, as I'm starting to feel panicky.
'The one who has betrayed you over and over.'
Suddenly my memory returns, and I realize it's Krycek. Maybe Cancerman,
but I suspect that Krycek is the one we should fear even more
The old man's days are numbered. If I don't get to kill him soon,
there are many others out there who are biting at the bit to have
But Krycek is another story. He wants to get his hands on Scully,
don't know why or for whom. Oh, God! Skinner wants her to meet
Shit! I've got to warn them!
'You are agitating yourself. Do not. It will not benefit you nor
'What the hell do you expect me to do, you sonofabitch! Let me
out of here
so I can go to her. I've got to let her know to stay away from
ratbastard! Please! Let me go to her.'
'You can speak with her anytime you wish, but is that wise?'
'What are you talking about? I've got to warn her!'
'But your mate is one who seeks challenges. Would your mate not
want to meet
with the enemy simply to try to bait him and catch him? Is that
not what you
and your mate do?'
'She wouldn't if I could speak with her face to face. I have to
to her. I have to warn her that she and the baby are in danger!'
'I fear that is not possible at this time. It is our hope that
you will be
reunited with your mate sometime in the near future, but first
unfinished business to complete. But you are correct. You need
someone who will protect her.'
'Skinner! I can try speaking to Skinner; he'll stop her from going.'
'No. Your Skinner will simply go in her place. Think! What will
when she finds out what he has done?'
Suddenly, I feel totally defeated, because I know what the bounty
thinking. She'll go after Skinner when she finds out, and that
everyone in danger. Skinner, Scully, and the baby.
'Damn it. Who do I contact?'
'I know of the one that can help you protect your mate.'
'He is in her likeness.'
'In her likeness? Scully's likeness? Oh shit! You don't mean __?'
'The one who calls himself Bill.'
End of Part 3/8
This is a Test
by Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
& Vickie Moseley (email@example.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
He doesn't understand, even now. And I'm supposed to make him
a warrior? I
feel you nudging me. Stop it! I can handle this myself. Now, be
while I work.
'You can talk to him, this one called Bill. She and he have a
therefore you and he have a connection.'
'Yeah, he hates me.'
This species wastes far too much time on humor. But I sense that
probably correct. I don't understand their interactions, but I
know how deep
family connections can run. Your family is an excellent example.
meant nothing by that, it was just an observation.
'You need to connect with him, in the same way you connected with
'Skinner thinks he's flashing back to 'Nam. It didn't work.'
'But her family, although she is more doubtful than the rest,
inherent understanding of communication beyond what the rest of
is capable of.'
'What are you saying? That Mrs. Scully and her dreams . . .? Are
telling me that the Scullys . . .'
'More the female than the male, but yes. Their offspring received
abilities from the female.'
'So all the times Scully knew I was in trouble and came to my
rescue . .
.that was what?'
'Your connection to her. And her ability to hear your thoughts
received from her female parent. It is quite primitive I have
More than likely, she only understands your emotions. This is
message. She senses your danger, your fear. I don't believe she
'Yeah, well, don't sell her short. Scully's been reading my mind
for a long
I understand that well.
'So, you think I can just home in on ole Bill, zap him some ideas
just drop everything and make sure Scully doesn't meet up with
'Your thoughts are jumbled, but, yes, that is what I'm conveying
to you. He
is very protective of his family. This is why he hates you, as
'Don't rub it in. Okay, so how? I mean I can't even figure out
managed to talk to Scully and Skinner. There's a couple of billion
down on that planet; how am I supposed to pick out Bill Scully
from all the
rest of them?'
'Focus on him, on the last time you and he were in the same location.
'We were in his house on the base in San Diego. Wait . . . wait
a minute. I
'So can I.'
'Yeah, but you're good at this, I'm just a beginner.'
" . . .so that means we'll be moving to Okinawa in a couple
"Oh, Bill! This is so exciting! We should call your mom.
I know she'll
want to know. And maybe we can get out there once more before
we move. All
three of us."
"I'll see what I can do. I know I want Mom to see Matty before
"Speaking of the King of All He Surveys, I hear someone up
from his nap. I
better go get him before he finds my make-up drawer again."
'Now! You have to do it now, while his mate is with the child.'
'Uh, Bill. Bill can you hear me?'
"Tara, did you say something?"
'Shit! It worked. But he thinks it's Tara.'
'Keep trying. But don't be so direct. Just put the idea in his
"No, honey, I didn't. Bill, Matty just pulled all the toilet
paper off this
roll and it was the last one. Could you be a love and run down
to the PX and
get me some more?"
"Sure, Sweetheart. Can I get anything else while I'm out?"
"We're down to the last gallon of milk. Oh, and lettuce,
if you want salad."
'C'mon, Tara, let me get a word in edgewise here!'
'Patience. You are such an impatient species, for one so backward.'
'I don't remember asking you!'
"Go get toilet paper, go get milk, oh, and go get lettuce.
I thought the
women were the gatherers . . ."
'Try again, he's alone.'
'This is crazy. The man hates my very existence. He wouldn't believe
I told him the sky was blue! It's not going to work.'
'She's your mate, she's gestating your offspring. It's your decision.'
'You play really dirty, you know that? OK, here goes nothing.
simple. Something even William Scully, Jr. could understand .
'Dana's in danger!'
'I suspect that was probably a little too strong.'
'It's okay, I don't hear sirens.'
'Very well, continue.'
'Bill, she's in danger. She must not meet with or trust Alex Krycek.
going to harm her.'
"Who said that? Damn, I am definitely going to bed early
tonight. No more
Hitchcock reruns on AMC for this sailor. I don't care how much
'Alex Krycek. He's the enemy. He'll harm Dana and the baby.'
"Dana and the baby? What the hell is going on? How do you
know about the
baby? C'mon, there's a hidden mike in here somewhere, isn't there?
is some kind of sick joke . . ."
'Ask your Mother.'
"Dad? Dad is that you?"
'Shit, he thinks I'm his father!'
'If it gets his compliance, what is the harm?'
'Aside from the fact that Scully will most definitely kill me
if she ever
'You honestly think your mate will harm you? You are saving her
'Forget it, I knew you wouldn't understand. Okay, if it gets him
her, I'll pretend to be the Holy Spirit. One more time . . .
'Go to Dana. Make sure she doesn't meet with this man Krycek,
. . . son.
Her life is at stake.'
"Damn it, Dad. I can't believe she's got to go through all
of this because
of that no good, asshole partner of hers.''
'He's not that bad when you get to know him, son.'
'I don't believe that will work.'
'Always worth a shot. Besides, who's doing this? You or me?'
"Dad, you never even met him. But that's beside the point.
I've got to get
'Good, son. Very good.'
"I'll do it, Dad. And Dad . . . I love you."
'I, ah, love you, too, Bill.'
'Now, we begin training.'
'No. No way. I'm not budging an inch until I know Scully is safe.'
'Then we will wait. Together.'
End of part 4 /8
This is a Test
by Vickie Moseley (firstname.lastname@example.org)
& Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
I'm tired. I'm so tired. The waiting is as excruciating as anything
I've been put through. I look over at the Bounty Hunter and wonder
hell he has in store for me.
But while I wait for Bill to contact Scully, there's something
niggling at me.
'What's your name?
He looks at me with a perplexed expression.
'I'm Mulder. What's your name?'
He seems to understand my question, but he doesn't answer. He
'Don't you have a name?'
He shakes his head gently. 'No, I have no name, as you call it.'
'You don't have a name?'
I don't know why I find this so hard to believe. It just seems
me that I have an identity that is basically unique to me. Granted,
many John Smiths in the world, but there are a few George Browns
in the world
to differentiate from them as well.
Of course, there aren't too many Fox Mulders out there either,
universe, luckily for mankind. I can't imagine another set of
putting their child through what I went through growing up. I
have to laugh
out loud at that thought.
The Bounty Hunter looks at me quizzically.
'You humans are a puzzling lot. You go from one end of the emotional
spectrum to the other in a matter of minutes. Does it not take
a great deal
of energy to do this?'
I'm the one with the confused look now. I try to explain to him
the nature of human beings to show emotion. It's one of the traits
makes us who we are.
'It's what helps to tell us apart from other animals.'
I look at him and wonder if he'll be insulted or if he'll ignore
'It is what makes you a backward species. It is what makes you
and compliant; you are easily led by your emotions to make choices
not always beneficial.'
'Yeah,' I agree, 'but it's what makes us who we are.'
He nods, accepting my words though obviously not in agreement
'So, what do I call you?'
The puzzled expression appears again.
'Yeah, call you. I can't keep thinking of you as the Bounty Hunter.'
Now I really let out a chuckle. He had no idea that's what we
called him. I
calm down and tell him I'm going to give him a name. Since there
many John Smiths in the world, I dub him George Brown.
'It suits you.'
All I can do is smile. For once, he's the one who's flummoxed
instead of me.
Time has no meaning here. One minute I'm hearing a conversation
and Tara in San Diego, the next I'm hearing one between Bill and
Dana in DC.
In the AD's office no less.
I look over at George for some kind of an explanation. Now he's
the one who
smiles. Damned alien. Probably doesn't understand it himself.
'Oh, yes, I do.'
I look at him. 'So?'
'I would not even attempt to explain the tesseracts that may be
the space-time continuum. You would hardly begin to understand
'Tesseracts?' I know I've heard that term before, and I struggle
remember. 'A time wrinkle!' I practically shout it out. 'The children's
book, A Wrinkle in Time talked about the use of tesseracts to
cross time and
space. L'Engle. Madeleine L'Engle wrote it.'
George smiles again. I think he approves.
'She was quite ahead of her time, you know.'
I nod in amazement.
But I am immediately brought back to the conversation I hear going
"Look, damn it! I don't care what you have to do to convince
her to stay
away from this Krycek fella; just do it!"
You tell 'im, Billy Boy!
"Captain Scully, when was the last time you succeeded in
telling your sister
what she could and could not do?"
Right. Score one for the AD.
"You don't understand. It's imperative she avoids meeting
with him. She's
"Who's in danger from what, and, Bill, what the hell are
you doing here?"
Oh, boy. This should be interesting. Just remember to retract
Scully. They're your brother and boss, for crying out loud.
"Dana, please, you've got to listen to me. Please."
Listen to him, Scully. As shocking as it may seem, I want you
to listen to
ole Bill here.
"Bill, shouldn't you be home with your wife and son?"
C'mon, Scully, give the guy half a chance.
"I've learned you plan to meet with someone. Someone that
poses a real
danger to you and your unborn baby."
Good boy, Billy, go for the jugular!
"Bill, what the hell are you talking about?"
Oh, Scully, you sound tired. Please, Dana, you have to take care
yourself; take care of our baby.
"Agent Scully, your brother is under the impression that
you are planning to
meet Alex Krycek. . . alone."
Walter, give her an opening. Don't sound judgmental or she'll
You know she'll shut down on you. Please, give her an opening.
"I think Alex may have information too, Dana, but I don't
want any one of us
to take unnecessary chances. We _all_ want to find Mulder, but
we have to
work as a team. So, if Bill's right and you do have any new information
regarding Krycek, I would appreciate it if you would keep me informed."
Walter, I knew there was a reason why you made AD. C'mon, Dana,
bait. Tell them the truth.
"As a matter of fact, the piece of slime did contact me."
Damn it, Scully! When the hell were you going to tell somebody!
"Damn it, Agent Scully, when the hell were you going to tell
Whoa. Now this is a little freaky. Walter Skinner is channeling
"Dana, you can't meet him."
Billy, be careful. You have to try and reason with her. You can
make her think it's her idea, but for Christ's sake, don't make
it sound like
an order. We both know she'll tell you to screw off.
"Fuck you, Billy."
I stand corrected.
"Damn it, Dana, listen to me for once. I have it on pretty
authority that this Krycek guy means to do you and the baby harm."
"Whose authority? Who the hell are you talking to that has
Careful, Billy Boy. Be very, very careful.
I hear both Walter and Scully gasp in unison. So much for being
Billy. Why don't you just come right out and say you're a raving
will say anything to get your baby sister to do what you tell
her to do?'
"I know it sounds crazy, but Dana, I swear, I heard this
voice. I mean, it
was unlike anything I've ever heard before. It sounded like there
microphone in my head, and I kept hearing Dad's voice say that
I needed to go
warn you about Krycek. He kept telling me it was up to me to protect
I'm holding my breath. I don't know if she's going to buy it.
Scully. Scully! Listen to him. Listen to me! He's right about
can't see Krycek. He's up to no good as usual and you'll be in
"Oh my God."
Scully, what? What is it?
"It was Mulder."
What was me?
"Scully, what are you talking about?"
Even the AD is confused.
"Bill, it wasn't Dad's voice you heard; it was Mulder's."
Damn, if this woman isn't headed for a directorship, I don't know
"Mulder? No, it couldn't have ___. Oh that sonofabitch tried
convince me it was Dad and that I should give Mulder a chance!
Son of a
Hey, I never said I was your father, Bill. You were the one to
"Oh, Bill, stop. That doesn't matter! Don't you understand
what this means?"
The three of us all ask this in unison.
"Mulder's alive. He's out there somewhere, communicating
with us, and he's
I'm here, Scully. I'm right here, waiting for you!
"Now I've got to meet with Krycek!"
No, Scully, no you don't!
"Agent Scully, there is no way I can allow you to go off
and meet with Alex
Krycek on your own. So, if you insist upon going, then I'll have
upon my going with you."
"Whoa, hold on, Mr. Skinner. Nothing personal, but your track
exactly flawless, you know? I mean, you were the one who accompanied
when he disappeared, right?"
NO! Billy, no! It wasn't Walter's fault! Don't blame him. Don't
"Captain Scully, I never meant __."
It's the first time I've ever heard Scully call the AD by his
'Bill, tell him you're wrong. Tell him *I* said you were wrong.'
"Um, Mr. Skinner?"
"Are you okay, Billy? You look like hell all of a sudden."
"Yeah, Sis, I'm __. I'm wrong. I'm sorry, Mr. Skinner. I'm
not your fault Mulder disappeared. It's not."
"I don't understand, Bill. What makes you now think it wasn't
"Because, I think Mulder just told me."
End of part 5/8
This is a Test
by Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
& Vickie Moseley (email@example.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
He doesn't like the new arrangement any better, but at least his
mate will be
safe. Now, apparently, his superior and his mate's sibling are
the traitor. This human cannot be satisfied, but I have no time
to deal with
it. We are quickly approaching our destination. We have precious
time now, as the enemy will have the full advantage if the human
is not ready.
'Listen to me. We have little time. We have to begin the training.'
'Not till I know she's safe!'
'She will not be safe unless we accomplish our goal! You fail
something as simple as that?'
'What goal? Whose goal? What goal are you talking about? Wasn't
goal to abduct me? Take me away from my partner, my home? Take
me away just
when she needs me? Wasn't that your goal? If it wasn't, why don't
me what this precious goal is all about?'
'Your arrogance is annoying, but I understand your anger. We did
you on a whim, as you might think. You are needed. And in fact,
our goal is
your goal. The protection of your race, and by extension the protection
your mate and your offspring, this is our goal.'
'My mate, as you keep calling her, and our child are the *only*
things I care
about! Get that through your fucking head! I don't give a rat's
the rest of humanity! They don't give a damn about me! And I find
to believe that you give a flying fuck about any of us! So, just
what the hell this is this all about!'
'I am waiting for you to calm yourself. Your species takes an
long time to do that.'
'I'm as calm as I'm gonna get, you son of a bitch. Tell me! Tell
me know or
I'll . . .'
'Good. Feel the anger. Feel the hatred. But direct it, use it!'
'I'll fucking rip your head off you sanctimonious fucking alien
DARE you tear me away from Scully! How DARE you tell me that I'm
be saving the whole fucking human race! I'll kill you with my
'Your mind. You can kill me with your mind.'
The box is in place on the table. Its resonance causes the air
to hum in the
examination room. I point to it.
'Kill me. Destroy the box.'
He doesn't believe me, but he wants to believe.
'Direct your anger, your hatred of me, at the box. Do it. Do it
now before I
have a chance to stop you.'
The box explodes with a deafening roar. Even the pieces are incinerated.
I had no idea he hated me that much. It's a good thing the human
incapable of killing merely for the sake of killing. I just hope
barrier that doesn't extend to our enemies.
'There. Why aren't you dead?'
I suspect he already knows the answer. He realizes that he does
He can sense that I am not the enemy, and that I am telling him
That's why I haven't been incinerated, like the box. Though he
truth, I have to help him comprehend it more fully.
'Can you kill, if it's to protect the ones you love?'
I don't need to know the answer. He needs to find that in himself.
pleased that he takes the time to consider the question before
he answers me.
'Yes. Yes, I can kill if it's to protect her. To protect both
'You failed to kill the man you think harmed her in the past.'
He falters in his anger toward me. I'm afraid I've tapped into
this species' less productive emotions - guilt.
'I could kill him now, if I could find him.'
'You can find him with your mind.'
He stops, considers. Focuses himself. Holy Ones, he's going to
It takes all the power I have to stop him.
'That one is needed. At least for the time being.'
'Then don't put ideas in my head. And why can't I kill the old
Krycek, for that matter? Then Scully and the baby would be safe
'But our enemies would know of our strength. They would see those
know how they came about. And they would have the time to prepare
'Then tell me how to get them in my mind, and I'll kill them all.'
I have to smile at his arrogant self-confidence.
'It is not as easy as it seems. They are clever and deceitful.
'So can you.'
'True enough, but they can mask their minds. I can only mask my
'How do I know that? How do I know that you aren't masking your
intentions right now? That you aren't deceiving me that you aren't
hurt Scully while I'm gone. How do I know that anything I've seen
while I've been in this place is real or true?'
'You have to believe it's true. You have to . . . trust.'
'Don't ask me to trust you! Nothing you've done to this point
. . .'
'I saved your life! They would have found you and you would have
killed. I saved her life, your mate, your Scully. On that bridge,
the burnings when they called her with the chip of your species'
I could have killed you both a hundred times over!'
'You almost did kill me! You left me to die on that ice flow!'
'The cold saved you. I helped you in the only way I knew how.
You shot me,
if you remember. You released the toxin, not me!'
'I still don't trust you, and I won't help you. I can't. I won't.'
'Then let me show you what will happen because of your stubbornness.'
It hurts to remember almost as much as seeing it all happen in
worlds, whole species, destroyed in flaming conflagrations. The
torture of a million souls, torn from their physical casings and
in an endless sea of blackness. When the images are done, we are
'That's what they do? That's colonization?'
'No. That's sterilization. They have no desire to colonize. They
the bare worlds, the planets themselves. They have no need for
that inhabit them.'
'But they told the old man, they said it was colonization.'
I can feel the confusion that the conflicting information causes
He's trying to sort it all out.
'The evil lied to get the compliance from the leaders of your
easier for them that way.'
'And I'm supposed to believe that you wouldn't lie to get my compliance?'
Look, I'm watching a human chase its tail.
'Consider what you've seen, what you know to be true. Consider
happen if you do nothing. I promise you, these things will come
your world. The decision is yours.'
'Then leave me alone to make it.'
End of part 6/8
This is a Test
By Vickie Moseley (firstname.lastname@example.org)
& Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
And they call me paranoid? Oh, Scully, if you could only know
what they want
I've got me a whole damned universe to save.
Jesus, Scully, how the hell am I supposed to believe him. He's
and over again just to get what he wants. How the hell does he
think I can
trust him, just like that?
I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
"Damn it! Damn them all!" All at once, I find myself
screaming at the top
of my lungs, and I don't know if anyone can hear me. It doesn't
though. I feel so frustrated and angry, that I fear I'm going
I pace around the cold, sterile room; I feel like a caged animal
and walk the
four corners of the small cubicle. My fingers clench and unclench
fists. The anger continues to grow and rise from the tips of my
toes to the
top of my head. God! I need to do something to dissipate this
this fury! The thought of incinerating something quickly passes.
want to think!
I need to physically do something! I want to pick up something
against the antiseptic white walls, but there's nothing. Even
the bed, or
what they consider a bed, is molded into the wall of the room.
nothing loose to pick up. Nothing!
"Damn them!" I scream, as I hurl my left fist into the
clean white wall. The
first time it hurts like hell, as it does the second and third
scream out each time I make contact.
By the sixth time, I feel nothing. I concentrate on the blood
splatter all over the white wall canvas. It's almost as if I've
work of modern art. I pound the wall over and over again. The
travels up my forearm and beyond my elbow. I wonder with mild
I've caused myself some serious harm here.
But I can't stop. It's almost as if I've gone into automatic pilot
rhythm I've set up bashing my fist into the wall is synchronized
beat of my heart.
If I stop, I will die.
I reach back with my hand, ready to make it an even dozen, when
someone grab me and hold fast. I try to pull away.
"I'm going to die!"
'You will not die.'
"Yes," I cry out, "yes, I will."
'No, you will not die.'
Now, I feel so incredibly weary. "I want to die."
'No, you do not want that either.'
"Damn it, George! How the hell do you know what I want and
don't want? If I
can't be with Scully, then I don't want to be anywhere. I don't
you want from me. Leave me alone. Just leave me alone."
I hear the despair in my own voice. I wonder if George is able
differentiate between my different feelings. I wonder if he cares,
he's even able to care.
'I fear we've already done that for too long.'
"Stop that," I demand.
"Stop thinking your words. Talk to me, damn it. Just talk
"It is as I thought," he says aloud.
I sigh, grateful to hear another voice besides my own raspy attempts
"What are you talking about? What have you done for too long?"
He walks over to me and picks up my hand. I wince as soon as his
near, and I realize I've probably broken every bone in my hand.
hurts, but his touch is surprisingly gentle. As he examines my
"You humans are social creatures. You thrive on the company
whether they're a part of your family unit or not. You need others
species around you."
He turns my hand over and holds it in his left hand while he covers
his right. My hand begins to tingle.
"What are you doing to me?" I ask out of curiosity;
I'm not afraid.
"I am repairing the damage you did to yourself. But I know
now that it was
not a willful decision to harm yourself; it was a reaction to
your being left
without others of your kind."
I watch as the blood disappears and the hand feels healed. I've
has the same healing ability as Jeremiah. I say that aloud to
"I repaired another of your kind once, long ago," he
So, you want to have a conversation, George?
"Who?" I ask.
"The older female of your family unit. The smoking man told
me it was
necessary to keep her alive. He insinuated it was for your benefit,
but I do
not believe that to be so. It was for him."
I don't say a word for a moment or two. I'm too busy trying to
anger. The Smoking Bastard engaged the Bounty Hunter to raise
my mother from
the dead because the selfish sonofabitch couldn't deal with her
bad Spender couldn't see beyond his own needs to later give her
spare her own life.
But for now, I am too tired to be angry over my mother's needless
am surprised to find out of the role George played in my mother's
though. Even I can see the irony in my ambivalence towards this
form that appears to me as a man.
"Thank you," I say quietly.
"You are welcome," he replies in kind, as he replaces
my now healed hand into
I stare at it in wonder. There's not a speck of blood anywhere.
are perfectly knitted together, and there are no torn ligaments.
There is no
swelling, pain, or discomfort of any kind.
"Thank you, again," I say. He nods in response to this.
"We need to get your living unit properly sanitized. I will
someplace to wait while it is being cleansed. Come."
I enter a room that looks remarkably like a rec room of the sixties
seventies. There's a lot of wood paneling and there's even a bar
at one end.
I don't understand where this room has come from, as it's the
antithesis of the types of rooms I've been exposed to so far.
were all an antiseptic white.
But this? I feel like I'm ready to put on a Beatles' album and
dancing the 'monkey' or the 'swim'. I wander around the room and
bottles of Coca-Cola in the mini fridge that's under the bar.
eight ounce bottles! I haven't had a coke like this since they'd
selling them in the local stores. These look so authentic.
I have to use a bottle opener to open it and I take a swig. I
contentment; it tastes just as I remember it.
I check the cabinets and discover potato chips and pretzels. Now,
had corn chips, I'd be in heaven. I open a second door and discover
a bag of
Frito-Lay's. Unbelievable. It's as if they did a mind probe and
all of my childhood vices.
I pull out the container of sour cream I notice in the fridge
and open the
cabinet to find a box of dried onion soup mix. I make some dip
for the chips
and take another sip of my soda when I hear a noise and tense
"Can anybody come to this party, or is it for members only?"
"Billy? Billy Miles?" I don't know if I should believe
what my eyes are
seeing. I don't know if I should believe any of the things that
are in this
"Yes, Agent Mulder. It's really me. I'm not sure of the amenities
but I am most definitely real."
"Sit. Tell me what you know," I say quickly. I'm not
sure if I'm more
excited or anxious at the possibility of finding out new information.
"I'm afraid I don't know much of anything. They keep us pretty
though we do have our meals together in a large community room."
"You have your meals together? With whom?"
"Oh, you know, the rest of the abductees. Theresa and her
husband, as well
as several others from the area. There's about fifteen of us,
We've been kind of wondering where you've been all this time.
"To be honest, Sir, we thought you were dead," he admits.
I sit back for a moment and try to digest what Billy's just said.
been subjected to torturous tests and isolation, he and the rest
abducted have been gathering together for meals all this time.
"Billy, how long have we been here?" I'm not sure if
I really want to know
"I wish I could tell you Agent Mulder, but I don't have a
clue. We have no
windows, so we can't differentiate between night and day. We have
or watches at our disposal either; it's as if time's stopped."
My face must have fallen, because he quickly reaches out a hand
toward me and
"What have they done to you?" I ask, ignoring his attempt
I'm not sure if I want to know the answer to this question either.
"Done?" he asks.
"Yes, what kind of tests?"
I see from his expression that he has no clue as to what I'm talking
No tests. None of the other abductees have had to undergo any
time. I'm embarrassed to realize that this new knowledge makes
me upset. I
feel like a real bastard for being angry that I was the only one
who had to
endure them, but damn it all!
Me! Just me! I'm so sick and tired of being singled out and having
endure every kind of crappy situation anyone could ever think
of! My face
can't belie my feelings though; I hear Billy say something, but
I'm not sure
of what he's actually said.
"Agent Mulder, what have they done to you, Sir?" He
looks worried. I assume
it's out of concern for me, but it may also be because he's apprehensive
about the possibility that anything they've done to me, they may
do to him
and his friends. So, I do what I hope is the right thing.
"They've just left me alone all this time, that's all. I
didn't know if
there were any other humans on the ship with me."
He nods in understanding along with a small sigh of relief. He's
now, he thinks. I hope it's true. I hope he's safe for now, for
"Is everyone else all right?" I ask.
"Yes, we're fine, thanks. It just gets monotonous between
meals, ya know? I
mean, we have books to read and music to listen to, but there's
or anything like that. They do allow us to keep a journal though,
least we can spend our time productively putting our thoughts
"What about you, Agent Mulder? What do you get to do?"
Me? I get to save the world.
The visit is short. George and another like him enter the room
to bring us
back to our quarters. I say goodbye to Billy and express my desire
with him again. He nods and then we walk in opposite directions
"Will I see him again?" I ask aloud.
"Perhaps. But now there is much for you to learn," he
replies in kind.
I had a feeling he'd say this, though I have so many questions
about why the
others were taken, yet I was the only one put through the test.
I begin to
speak when he cuts me off.
"You have to rest now. The moment of our truths will be upon
us all too
"Now is not the time for questions. It is time to rest and
I enter the now properly sterilized room where the white walls
melt into the
white sleeping area. That is all there is to this room. There
cabinets, closets, desk, table, chairs, television, books, paper,
stereo, CDs; it is void of everything but white walls and the
I think about what George has said earlier, about me needing to
others like me. He's right, of course. As much as I was considered
wolf' growing up, I never could function for too long without
an audience. I
needed someone to bounce my theories off of, and that someone
I miss you, Scully. If ever there was a time that I needed you
ideas off of, it's now. You're the only one I trust, partner.
I need you,
'I don't know what to do.'
'Do what's in your heart, Mulder.'
'Holy shit. Scully?'
'Yes, Mulder, it's me. Where are you? Are you all right?'
'I can hear you. Oh, sweet Jesus, I can hear you! I don't know
where I am,
but I guess I'm all right. Wait! Where are you? How are you? How's
''I'm __. You really do know about the baby?'
'Of course I know about the baby, Scully. Is it all right? Are
right? Where are you?'
'Shhh. The baby is fine. I am fine. We're trying to find you,
know that, don't you? Skinner and the boys, we're all working
so hard to try
and find you.'
'I know that, Scully. Really, I do, but please, tell me where
'I am safely tucked away at my mother's house, since a certain
convinced my brother that I should be taken off the case of finding
missing partner. That was pretty good, Mulder, convincing Bill
that you were
'I never said a word, Scully. He made an assumption, and I didn't
that's all. Holy shit! Did they go?'
'Did who go?'
'Skinner and Bill. Did they go meet Krycek?'
She laughs. Oh God, I miss that laugh.
'Okay, what's so funny?'
'They found him all right, but it turns out he was hoping they
would lead him
to you or me. He was so pissed when it was obvious neither of
us was going
to make an appearance that night. He ran off into the night muttering
something about his life not being worth dick since he couldn't
merchandise. Of course, Skinner says the little rat was smiling
while, which leads us to suspect that Krycek went on that little
chase for the benefit of a certain chain smoker we all know and
'So where are Skinner and Billy now?'
'Skinner's back at work doing his damnedest to make it appear
as if he's
getting the rest of his work accomplished while he searches for
you and Billy
flew back to San Diego this morning. He didn't want to go, but
we kind of
insisted. And Walter Skinner can be very convincing when he becomes
She laughs again. I can just imagine the expression on Bill's
Skinner went into AD mode to 'order' Bill out of their lives.
'See? I'm not the only one who can handle only small doses of
She's still laughing. No, she's giggling. She's giggling, and
God, I miss
her so much.
'I miss you, Scully. I need you. I don't know what to do.'
'Like I said, do what's in your heart. You know the right path
to take. You
have to learn to trust in yourself, Mulder.'
'You sound like George.'
'Who is George?'
I have to think about this before I answer her. Then the reality
momentarily, and I tell her.
'George is my teacher.'
End of Part 7/8
This is a Test
by Susan Proto (STPteach@aol.com)
& Vickie Moseley (email@example.com)
Disclaimers in Part 0/8
I sense a change in the human. If I wanted I could probe his mind,
his current level of understanding, he would know what I was doing
probably be angered.
He called to me.
It was confounding. I know it's elemental and should be easy for
him, but I
felt foolishly proud over his accomplishment. I have no idea what
changed in him. He called to me and told me he was ready to begin.
At the same time, the watchers informed me that we are within
range of our
goal, the battlefield.
You always have said I work best under pressure.
As I enter the room, he stands. He doesn't speak, and he seems
toward the wall.
'I decided not to redecorate, this time.'
He didn't use his mouth, he thought that phrase to me. I smile
to show how
this action pleases me. It's their custom, and he seems oddly
'Do you wish to begin training?'
'Better now than never, I guess. I get the feeling we don't have
'Feeling? What feeling?'
He looks confused, stares at the walls for a moment.
'I don't know if I can explain it. My brain feels itchy. Like
I want to
crack open my skull and scratch the living shit out of it.'
'Not an advisable course.'
'Probably not. But what does it mean?'
'It means we have little time. You can sense them, the evil ones.
approaching their current feeding grounds.'
'You really hate these guys, don't you?'
'You have those you hate because of their nature, their actions.'
'Yeah, I have a list. It's getting pretty long, too.'
'You can add them to your list.'
'I think they already have a spot on it.'
'That's good. That's how a warrior should feel.'
'Well, that's wonderful, but if I'm a warrior, don't I get some
weapon? I mean I'm feeling a little naked here.'
'You are clothed.'
'No, naked, without protection. I don't have a weapon. You know,
battle with just my bare fists against guys with the power to
I smile again. It appears to be habit forming.
'You have a weapon more powerful than any they have acquired.
You demonstrated it to me earlier.'
'The thing I did with the box?'
'Yes, the 'thing' you did with the box. You were able to incinerate
your mind. That is an incredibly powerful weapon. But I must teach
focus all of your energy, without giving you the benefit of practice.'
'Afraid of what I might do to the interior decor?'
'It's difficult to exist in space without a ship.'
'Oh, you're funny! You're growing a sense of humor on me, George.'
'It's a simple form of communication. Your species seems to take
'Enough with the put-downs. How do you propose to teach me to
without letting me actually do it? How will I know I'm doing it
'Their ships will destruct. Ours will not.'
'Seems simple enough. But pretty tricky. What if I focus the wrong
'Then their ships will not destruct, and they will destroy us.'
'I was afraid of that. OK, how do I focus?'
'Can you recall your feelings when you tried to harm yourself?'
'Yes. I wanted to die.'
'Can you recall your feelings when I told you to direct your anger
at me to
'Pretty much. I hated you.'
'Can you hate them as much as you wanted to die?'
'I don't know.'
'That is what you have to do. That is what will need to happen.
It will be
difficult. You will continue to feel 'itchy,' and it will grow
worse as we
decrease our distance from them. But you must search them out,
as you can
now search out your mate. Then you must gather your feelings and
those feelings against the evil ones.'
'Didn't I see this in Dune on the sci-fi channel?'
He uses humor again, but I sense that he understands. I have to
at him. My facial muscles might remain in this position.
'One thing, George. If I have this power to destroy them, why
self-destruct earlier? I mean, I wanted to die. Why couldn't I
just use my
mind, my power, to incinerate myself?'
'You didn't want to die. You just didn't want to make this decision.
have too much to live for. You have a mate, offspring. You have
will to live to kill yourself. You always have.'
'You think you have me all figured out, don't you?'
'It isn't that hard.'
'You better get me close enough to them to take a few of them
soon, or I might start directing this power at somebody nearby.'
His thoughts have just entered my mind when he clutches his head
and falls to
We have arrived.
He cries out in agony, "Oh God, Scully help me!"
'NO! Do not call on your mate! They are here! They will sense
you! They will find her!'
He falls forward. "God, this hurts!"
'Focus! You must find those feelings, find that anger. Focus it.
"Hurts too much! Can't think! Oh, GOD!"
'Find it! Find it now! You have to focus!'
Suddenly, the walls glow, and his thoughts are projected on them.
of this happening, heard that it was possible, but I've never
myself. I stand in wonder before the scene. I remember the writings
Holy Ones: 'The walls around me laid plain the battle.'
The battlefield, a small cluster of planets, appears before me
as an image
cast upon the walls. I can see their ships, and they are as numerous
stars. My fear is a tight bundle in my gut. I look at him, and
his face is
contorted into a hideous mask of pain. But then I see his eyes
are no longer deep green. Now they are black, not with the film
of the evil
ones, but with anger, hatred. Just as the writings foretold. He
himself, and me, to join the battle.
As I turn back to the star field and watch in amazement, one of
explodes. Just one at first, but then one more follows. I look
back at him.
His body is here, his mind is there, seeking them out, finding
destroying them. His efforts affect his physical being. His breathing
changes, his face is red and soon dripping with moisture. I can
heat that his body radiates. I tear my eyes from him for just
a moment and
look at the wall. More ships explode. Several at a time.
He screams suddenly in pain, but brings his eyes back into focus
an entire flank. Now he is on his knees, tearing at his hair and
I fear he
will tear it out by the handfuls, but explosions still brighten
walls, making it look like small stars being born.
I don't know how long this continues. The Holy Ones told us it
would only be
an instant, but it seems to take much longer. Still, when I look
walls, only a few of their ships remain, and they are gathering
preparing for retreat.
I glance over to the human, thinking he will rest now. The battle
over, and their species is rife with empathy for vanquished enemies.
he hates many, but I've never seen evidence that he has killed
any of them.
Just as I turn toward him to acknowledge his efforts, his eyes
black to fire. I can see red in them. I realize it is his life
actions today have damaged him greatly, but it is not stopping
him now. With
one flick of his head, all the remaining ships explode in a fireball
The sky is now empty of their ships. None remain.
And then his eyes roll back in his head, and he collapses to the
The image on the wall is gone. I wonder what will happen next.
I await the
inevitable blink that will be the end of my existence just as
all the evil
ones have been destroyed.
It doesn't happen.
My shipmates call to me. The battle is over.
We are victorious.
I turn back to him.
The human has stopped breathing.
His is a hero's reward. His body is too damaged to continue, and
essence is free to go to the beyond and join his Holy Ones. It
is the way of
war. It is our way. It is what we all accept and cherish that
battle, only peace remains.
I think back to his recent attempt to end his life. He could have
easily. But he seems anchored to his existence on that planet.
own species, I don't think he believes that death is a reward.
I never promised his return to his mate, but thinking back over
conversations, I believe he felt that would be his reward. Not
just to save
her and the offspring, the child, as he calls it. He wanted to
them, to continue in his existence with them.
It is in my power, if I work quickly, to give him that reward.
It is not our way to recall a life that has entered the next plane
existence. If I bring him back to this existence, and my actions
discovered, I will be severely censured. I could be separated
from my own
loved ones, from you who are in my thoughts every second of my
He has suffered such great losses. She, his mate, has suffered
well. They have been torn from loved ones. But never for long
been torn from each other.
I think of their offspring, their child. His mate will need his
bring the child to life, to raise it to be like them, strong and
Without him, she might decide to end herself, as he was contemplating.
might decide to end herself before the child is born.
Where would that leave the rest of us?
The others are coming. They will see the body and dispose of it.
I have no
time, so I work faster than is required. He will remain damaged,
but will be
able to recover on his own. There will be no further attempts
to assist him.
He must become whole without anymore interference.
I briefly touch his forehead and his body heaves one breath. Then
He is alive. Just barely. But he can continue on under his own
I have done all I can.
End of part 8/8
And yes, it really is...