The meeting of the minds.

Fan fic piece, crossover between The X Files (a few series ago) and Stargate SG1 (current and last ever series), Mulder finally learning the truth about his aliens, and Sam Carter finally learning the truth about Jack O'Neill. My first ever attempt, so if it's rubbish, you'll have to tell me and I'll bin it. You'll find that the SG1 characters are more familiar to me than Mulder and Scully, for this you'll have to excuse me.

The scene is set in Mulder's office, him looking over photo enlargements and Scully having just arrived to work.

Agent Dana Scully had entered the office, without Agent Fox Mulder hearing, he was obviously engrossed in whatever this new project was, as usual, and was intently studying whatever it was that was on the desk in front of him. "Don't you ever take a break?" Scully said with a sigh, making Mulder jump, as she looked over to her partner who had his head buried in his latest project, the latest part of the big conspiracy to hide the truth about aliens from the public… she already knew the answer to her question.

"Not unless I'm sleeping, Scully, you know that," Mulder replied, thinking that his partner should have known after so many years of working together that this was as important to him as life itself. He knew that one day he would eventually find out the truth, the truth about alien life, the truth about his sister, the truth that was out there.

Mulder had stumbled upon 'The X Files' accidentally, a pile of unsolved mysteries stored in the basement of the bureau, nobody wanting to waste their time on them as conventional explanations seemed to be a little shortcoming to explain what had happened. Most of the case descriptions seemed to come straight from comic books, and the majority of agents had just laughed at the prospect of solving them. Mulder, on the other hand who had always loved a challenge, had a degree in criminal psychology that he had obtained from a university in England, where the education standards were a lot higher than in America, and had relished the thought of explaining the paranormal.

Having had a life long interest in the unexplained ever since the disappearance of his sister when he was 12 years old, he had searched for weeks; making posters and knocking on the community's doors to see if anybody had seen or heard anything that might give him some clue as to what had happened to his little sister. Although he had often teased her, he had loved her intensely and missed her so much he cried himself to sleep every night. His mother had been distraught; his father had tried to remain strong for the family. Someday, Mulder hoped to find her.

Mulder had asked his superiors about 'The X Files' and whilst they were trying not to laugh the common thought amongst the group was that they didn't really have anything else for Mulder to do, and they really did need to try and solve old cases, and so the office in the basement became Mulder's new office and he was sent down there out of sight and out of mind, to investigate the cases that had lain there for so long. Perhaps the new technologies of the 80s could help in the pursuit of the explanations that the agents of the 60s and 70s had been severely lacking.

"What is it you're looking at anyway?" she asked, trying to sound interested, already feeling she had heard enough.

"Just some photos I was sent through the post." He replied.

"Who from?" she asked, expecting that it would be from one of his equally alien obsessed friends.

"I don't know, there was no return address. Whoever it was must not want to be known, or not want anything to do with whatever it might lead to," he said with a hint of disappointment and a matching look on his face.

"Or maybe they just forgot to put their name on it," she said, being her usual sceptic self. She decided to take a different approach to find out what the photos were of. "What's in the pictures then, Mulder?" she asked, directly.

Mulder motioned to her to come and stand beside his chair where he was sitting behind his desk, head bent over the photographs, studying intently for details of possible evidence of something extra terrestrial. "I think that whoever sent them thought that I'd be interested in them because of this little group in the background. Look here, Scully, right at the back, behind that building. Doesn't that look a little odd to you?" he pointed out a group of men, dressed in silver, surrounding one in gold.

Scully looked at the photograph before her, it was a photograph of a family, a mother a father and two kids. They looked like a nice well rounded happy family, just like most families were in the world. In the background she saw the group of men Mulder was referring to, one man dressed in gold and three men surrounding him dressed in silver. "Yes, Mulder, very odd, maybe they were going to a fancy dress costume party?" she said half joking, half serious as she walked to sit across the desk from him, already feeling she'd heard enough.

"Ha ha ha," he replied, throwing another half dozen photos in her direction. "Look at this one, look at the guy in gold, look at his eyes, Scully… and don't tell me that's a version of red-eye!"

As she peered into the man's eyes, she saw them, they were gold, almost as if they were glowing. She had to admit, the photo was odd. "Ok, they're a little odd…." She trailed off as she realised that Mulder was already on the phone to one of his friends, a specialist in verifying the authenticity of photos. Scully had often wondered how Mulder had acquired so many friends in this field, all just as interested as him, if not more-so in the paranormal she was amazed at how quickly Mulder could organise phone calls and get so many different theories from people. She had often wondered if there was a group in non military high schools for this kind of thing. Being a military brat herself, she was never in a place long enough to really settle into one school, her father's work made them travel a lot. But her two brothers, and her sister seemed not to mind that much, the whole family saw it as a way of getting paid to see America. Her mother never actually unpacked all of the boxes, and Scully had wondered if she even knew what was in all of them at the end of all the moving.. But now, her father was dead, Mulder thought something to do with the paranormal, but Scully knew it was just his time. The man had led a stressful life in the Navy, it had finally caught up with him.

As she came back from her thoughts she saw Mulder was nodding into the phone, agreeing a time and a place to meet his friend. She was surprised he'd not called one of the Lone Gunmen, a trio she didn't really like all that much, who she thought were really just over grown high school nerds who were so bored that they had to think of conspiracies to debunk in order to find something to do. She was surprised he hadn't called them, but glad, she just hoped this other friend of his wasn't so nutty as them. Although she had an awful feeling that he would be. Mulder seemed only to have one type of friend, and the word 'Nerd' seemed to describe all of them in one go. She thought maybe she should introduce him to her book club, but then thought twice about it as all his suggestions would be about space, extra terrestrials and the unexplained.

"Come on, Scully, I'll buy you lunch before we go to meet Joe," he said as he picked up the photos and put them in his inside jacket pocket.

She got up obediently and asked, "Where are you taking me then?" "I know a place….." he trailed off leaving her feeling less than confident…