Author's Note: Hey, my first posted X-Files story. I've been obsessed with
this show for like 5 years, and I just recently caught the bug again and
started writing another one. This idea popped into my head one day, and I
hope it all works out. Anyway, enjoy, and I'd love to know how I'm doing,
so send me over a review if you have time :)
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Title: Spy Vs. Spy
Author: darkangel38
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"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." -- Charles Schultz
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J. Edgar Hoover Building
11:30 PM
"Ahhh.." Mulder stretched out behind his clunky wooden desk and swung up both feet onto one side, accidently knocking over a large pile of folders and papers to the floor. He ignored it for a second, arms cradling his head from behind and closed his eyes. The mess didn't bother him in the least bit. He certainly wasn't known to be very organized.
-Scully will be pissed if she sees this.- His mind reminded him silently.
Mulder wrinkled his nose knowing it was right and took his feet off the desk to clean up the papers. She wouldn't remember the correct order of course.. He bent over and shoved the papers all back into its generous pile when he noticed one lone file had slid under his desk. Groaning because he couldn't reach it from his seated position, Mulder rolled the chair back and dropped to his knees, poking his head under the desk.
The phone suddenly killed the silence and shrieked from above. The surprise of the noise made him slam his head on the desk and he crawled out from under, one hand rubbing his bump, the other clutching the stupid file. He tossed it onto the pile, still on his knees, and checked his watch, now curious about who was on the other end of the phoneline.
11:30pm. Who would be calling him then? Scully. Was she in trouble? With both of their pasts, that thought always sprang to his mind first.
Not waiting for another loud ring, he reached over and snatched up the phone, still kneeling.
"Mulder," he said into the receiver and waited for her voice to answer him with the ever so predictable, "Mulder, it's me."
Except his partner's voice he expected to hear was replaced with a gruff, older - cancerous voice.
"So we chat again."
Mulder slowly got back into his chair and grit his teeth. What did this son of a bitch want now. He stayed silent for a minute, gripping the black phone against his ear.
"What the hell do you want," he growled at him. So much for a relaxing night.
"Now Mulder, no need to be angry with me. I call as a friend."
Mulder wanted to throw the phone across the room and then stamp it a few times.
He scoffed in ultimate hate and was about to respond, when the smoking man continued.
"I have some information you may want to hear.."
Oh what information was it now? Aliens were waiting to be interviewed in his office? A UFO was crashed in the smoking man's backyard? The smoking man *was* an alien?
"Information, what information-" he was cut off once again.
"-It will save your partner's life," his cancerous voice cut off Mulder's rant.
And the hook. The smoking man knew him too well. 'Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer'. That was sure the truth.
Mulder clenched his jaw and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to be tied up in all of this again? Did he want to be open to Alien Bounty Hunters, the 'goons' that always seemed to corner him in the parking garage with their cars in gear, just waiting for him to cross their path?
But his last line, 'save your partner's life', he couldn't ignore. The curiousity and new worry took over and killed all previous thoughts.
"What about Scully?"
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101st and 102nd Avenue
12:30 AM
The chilly September air brushed past his skin with icy fingers but Mulder barely noticed. He leaned against the driver's door of one of the Bureau company cars, arms crossed, waiting. He was filld with a tinge of rage, worry, concern, curiousity - the works. He couldn't believe he was back in this position. Waiting at the corner of 101st and 102nd for that son of a bitch.
Before the phonecall, he had been in absolute, complete bliss. Had finished his report for their latest case, was just getting ready to head home for a long night of sleep.. but no, he was standing at the same 101st and 102nd corner because he needed to know what could save Scully's life. If anything, he just couldn't take the chance that maybe the smoking man wasn't selfishly lying this time.
'Mulder, you're an idiot.'
A black car pulled up a few moments later and Mulder eyeballed it curiously. The car came to a stop in front of him and the backseat tinted window rolled down halfway. The smoking man's face appeared, a cigarette poking out from between his thin lips. He lifted the cigarette and blew a lungful of smoke out the window. It disappeared into the black night, and he nodded.
Mulder uncrossed his arms and strolled to the other side of the car to get in.
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Scully finished brushing her auburn hair and shut off the light to the washroom connecting to her bedroom. She found it ironic that she was brushing it directly before bed, but did it everyday anyway.
She wondered what Mulder was up to as she draped her robe over a chair and crawled under the covers of her bed. They had no ongoing case at the moment. Mulder had volunteered to finish their report and had sent her off. He was probably sleeping.
-Dana, this is Mulder we're talking about. Knowing him, he's running through a forest after a white light.-
That Mulder sometimes. He never just let himself relax. She could finally relax though. No paperwork to keep herself up working in her bed. And if she slept now, she might even get eight hours.
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Mulder cracked his knuckles and stared straight ahead as the mysterious driver took him to places he wasn't sure about.
"The Government is hiding things, Mulder," the smoking man took a long drag off his cigarette and stared straight ahead. Mulder looked down at his hands and kept cracking them, even though there was nothing left to crack. "Extraterrestrial life was discovered in the outskirts of Oregon. You remember Oregon, don't you?"
"Yes," Mulder responded. Of course he was just saying something that would have definately perked up Mulder's ears. But Mulder had to follow his own philosophy to 'trust no one'. The smoking man had made him believe before, with devestating ramifications. Why not this time? He was just taking Mulder for a big gullible ride. But now Mulder had learned to keep all of that in mind while talking to him.
"You do not seem too interested, Mr. Mulder. I know things that you would kill to learn. But I will make this simple. The extraterrestrial life that was found, was alive." He took another long drag, his wrinkled face almost seeming to crack.
Mulder turned to look at him. Alive? He was completely satisfied enough to find remains, but a true, alive one? Was he serious?
The smoking man noticed the sudden interest and almost smiled a little bit. If not saying that his partner needed to be saved would get Mulder's attention, then telling him this new classified information would.
Once again, Mulder was about to speak - ask a million questions a minute - but the smoking man continued his story.
"It was transferred to Area 51 of course. Highly supervised and those who leaked the information were murdered on the spot."
Mulder shook his head, trying to absorb all of this fascinating information.
"How do you know all of this?" He questioned. The smoking man now turned his head toward Mulder.
"I have contacts and sources, Mulder. You should know that," he took the last puff of his cigarette and stubbed it generously into the ashtray inside the door handle.
"And why are you telling me this?"
The smoking man ignored his question and continued.
"The world is coming to an end. This extraterrestrial life is coming. The government knows this, and they are planning a nuclear attack in response." He looked straight ahead again.
The car turned a corner which shut Mulder's dropped, open mouth.
"What?" he asked in shock. He couldn't be serious, could he? It made sense though. He had been waiting for this moment.. The world was going to end?
"I suggest you take precautions. And don't bother telling anybody, because they won't believe you. I'm sure you know that from experience." He almost smiled again and went to his inside suit pocket for his cigarette pack.
Mulder said nothing, but stared at him. Searching for the lying asshole inside that he was known to be. He couldn't read him that good this time.
"Why are you helping me?" Mulder asked, that being almost the most burning question of all. What was the smoking man's motivation? What did he want in return?
"I told you Mulder," he took a silent puff off the cigarette and the end burned through the darkness. "I call as a friend."
Mulder stared at him, when the car finally stopped.
"I'll keep in touch," he concluded and looked straight ahead again, keeping the cigarette close to his lips.
Mulder paused for a minute, but then got out of the car and noticed he had been dropped back off at 101st and 102nd. The car drove away and he stared at it intensely for a moment, still absorbing everything that he had just been told.
How could the world be.. ending? The aliens were coming? Nuclear attck? Jesus.
Mulder ran a hand through his hair and started to his car that was still parked silently in the alley.
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Title: Spy Vs. Spy
Author: darkangel38
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"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." -- Charles Schultz
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J. Edgar Hoover Building
11:30 PM
"Ahhh.." Mulder stretched out behind his clunky wooden desk and swung up both feet onto one side, accidently knocking over a large pile of folders and papers to the floor. He ignored it for a second, arms cradling his head from behind and closed his eyes. The mess didn't bother him in the least bit. He certainly wasn't known to be very organized.
-Scully will be pissed if she sees this.- His mind reminded him silently.
Mulder wrinkled his nose knowing it was right and took his feet off the desk to clean up the papers. She wouldn't remember the correct order of course.. He bent over and shoved the papers all back into its generous pile when he noticed one lone file had slid under his desk. Groaning because he couldn't reach it from his seated position, Mulder rolled the chair back and dropped to his knees, poking his head under the desk.
The phone suddenly killed the silence and shrieked from above. The surprise of the noise made him slam his head on the desk and he crawled out from under, one hand rubbing his bump, the other clutching the stupid file. He tossed it onto the pile, still on his knees, and checked his watch, now curious about who was on the other end of the phoneline.
11:30pm. Who would be calling him then? Scully. Was she in trouble? With both of their pasts, that thought always sprang to his mind first.
Not waiting for another loud ring, he reached over and snatched up the phone, still kneeling.
"Mulder," he said into the receiver and waited for her voice to answer him with the ever so predictable, "Mulder, it's me."
Except his partner's voice he expected to hear was replaced with a gruff, older - cancerous voice.
"So we chat again."
Mulder slowly got back into his chair and grit his teeth. What did this son of a bitch want now. He stayed silent for a minute, gripping the black phone against his ear.
"What the hell do you want," he growled at him. So much for a relaxing night.
"Now Mulder, no need to be angry with me. I call as a friend."
Mulder wanted to throw the phone across the room and then stamp it a few times.
He scoffed in ultimate hate and was about to respond, when the smoking man continued.
"I have some information you may want to hear.."
Oh what information was it now? Aliens were waiting to be interviewed in his office? A UFO was crashed in the smoking man's backyard? The smoking man *was* an alien?
"Information, what information-" he was cut off once again.
"-It will save your partner's life," his cancerous voice cut off Mulder's rant.
And the hook. The smoking man knew him too well. 'Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer'. That was sure the truth.
Mulder clenched his jaw and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to be tied up in all of this again? Did he want to be open to Alien Bounty Hunters, the 'goons' that always seemed to corner him in the parking garage with their cars in gear, just waiting for him to cross their path?
But his last line, 'save your partner's life', he couldn't ignore. The curiousity and new worry took over and killed all previous thoughts.
"What about Scully?"
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101st and 102nd Avenue
12:30 AM
The chilly September air brushed past his skin with icy fingers but Mulder barely noticed. He leaned against the driver's door of one of the Bureau company cars, arms crossed, waiting. He was filld with a tinge of rage, worry, concern, curiousity - the works. He couldn't believe he was back in this position. Waiting at the corner of 101st and 102nd for that son of a bitch.
Before the phonecall, he had been in absolute, complete bliss. Had finished his report for their latest case, was just getting ready to head home for a long night of sleep.. but no, he was standing at the same 101st and 102nd corner because he needed to know what could save Scully's life. If anything, he just couldn't take the chance that maybe the smoking man wasn't selfishly lying this time.
'Mulder, you're an idiot.'
A black car pulled up a few moments later and Mulder eyeballed it curiously. The car came to a stop in front of him and the backseat tinted window rolled down halfway. The smoking man's face appeared, a cigarette poking out from between his thin lips. He lifted the cigarette and blew a lungful of smoke out the window. It disappeared into the black night, and he nodded.
Mulder uncrossed his arms and strolled to the other side of the car to get in.
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Scully finished brushing her auburn hair and shut off the light to the washroom connecting to her bedroom. She found it ironic that she was brushing it directly before bed, but did it everyday anyway.
She wondered what Mulder was up to as she draped her robe over a chair and crawled under the covers of her bed. They had no ongoing case at the moment. Mulder had volunteered to finish their report and had sent her off. He was probably sleeping.
-Dana, this is Mulder we're talking about. Knowing him, he's running through a forest after a white light.-
That Mulder sometimes. He never just let himself relax. She could finally relax though. No paperwork to keep herself up working in her bed. And if she slept now, she might even get eight hours.
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Mulder cracked his knuckles and stared straight ahead as the mysterious driver took him to places he wasn't sure about.
"The Government is hiding things, Mulder," the smoking man took a long drag off his cigarette and stared straight ahead. Mulder looked down at his hands and kept cracking them, even though there was nothing left to crack. "Extraterrestrial life was discovered in the outskirts of Oregon. You remember Oregon, don't you?"
"Yes," Mulder responded. Of course he was just saying something that would have definately perked up Mulder's ears. But Mulder had to follow his own philosophy to 'trust no one'. The smoking man had made him believe before, with devestating ramifications. Why not this time? He was just taking Mulder for a big gullible ride. But now Mulder had learned to keep all of that in mind while talking to him.
"You do not seem too interested, Mr. Mulder. I know things that you would kill to learn. But I will make this simple. The extraterrestrial life that was found, was alive." He took another long drag, his wrinkled face almost seeming to crack.
Mulder turned to look at him. Alive? He was completely satisfied enough to find remains, but a true, alive one? Was he serious?
The smoking man noticed the sudden interest and almost smiled a little bit. If not saying that his partner needed to be saved would get Mulder's attention, then telling him this new classified information would.
Once again, Mulder was about to speak - ask a million questions a minute - but the smoking man continued his story.
"It was transferred to Area 51 of course. Highly supervised and those who leaked the information were murdered on the spot."
Mulder shook his head, trying to absorb all of this fascinating information.
"How do you know all of this?" He questioned. The smoking man now turned his head toward Mulder.
"I have contacts and sources, Mulder. You should know that," he took the last puff of his cigarette and stubbed it generously into the ashtray inside the door handle.
"And why are you telling me this?"
The smoking man ignored his question and continued.
"The world is coming to an end. This extraterrestrial life is coming. The government knows this, and they are planning a nuclear attack in response." He looked straight ahead again.
The car turned a corner which shut Mulder's dropped, open mouth.
"What?" he asked in shock. He couldn't be serious, could he? It made sense though. He had been waiting for this moment.. The world was going to end?
"I suggest you take precautions. And don't bother telling anybody, because they won't believe you. I'm sure you know that from experience." He almost smiled again and went to his inside suit pocket for his cigarette pack.
Mulder said nothing, but stared at him. Searching for the lying asshole inside that he was known to be. He couldn't read him that good this time.
"Why are you helping me?" Mulder asked, that being almost the most burning question of all. What was the smoking man's motivation? What did he want in return?
"I told you Mulder," he took a silent puff off the cigarette and the end burned through the darkness. "I call as a friend."
Mulder stared at him, when the car finally stopped.
"I'll keep in touch," he concluded and looked straight ahead again, keeping the cigarette close to his lips.
Mulder paused for a minute, but then got out of the car and noticed he had been dropped back off at 101st and 102nd. The car drove away and he stared at it intensely for a moment, still absorbing everything that he had just been told.
How could the world be.. ending? The aliens were coming? Nuclear attck? Jesus.
Mulder ran a hand through his hair and started to his car that was still parked silently in the alley.
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