So, this is kind of my, "what if" for an XF3 movie. I don't know how often I'll be updating it. I will write chapters as ideas come to me. I woke up with a take on it in my brain this morning, so here ya go!
I don't own anything, I'm just having fun. No money will exchange hands. (Though I wouldn't mind working on an XF3 movie, I am a film maker. :) )
1995 -
He had known from the first time he'd seen it. Her. She was special. He couldn't be more proud of his son. His son who didn't even know who he was.
She was perfect. Everything he'd ever hoped for from the project. He had been able to keep her abilities fairly secret throughout the testing. He made sure she went to him when they were all adopted out. He was the proud grandpa of the girl he insisted be named Melissa Samantha Katharine Spender. He gave her to his clone of a daughter. The daughter he once knew. She would take good care of this child for the brother she thought was dead. With the growth acceleration of this batch, she was now almost ten years old. She had only been on the planet for a year. Science was a mystical and amazing thing.
She had so many traits like both her mother and father. She had no idea she was psychic though. He'd been able to hide that from everyone, even her. She was only really a year old after all. Her ten year old body was long and lean, starting to develop into a woman. She had her father's athletic build. Stick thin and almost 5'4". She was awkward in her gangly body that grew too fast for her. Much, much too fast.
She was sweet, she clung to her religious beliefs, beliefs he made sure Samantha reinforced. He knew her mother would want her raised in a church. A Christian church. Even if it wasn't Catholic.
Her reddish blonde hair came down past her waste, thick yet fine. Her energy level was off the charts most days, she would run around for hours, never feeling tired. She was strong. So strong. Her little frame could probably lift a car if he had ever allowed her to try. Just another one of her gifts. Emotionally she could tax herself even more, she was half Scully after all. She also healed very quickly. Samantha's other children would takes days for their scratches to heal, Melissa only took hours.
She was exceptional. Everything he hoped for. His grand daughter. The perfect child. He had always known Mulder would be the son to make him proud. Even if Mulder didn't know it. Those genetics, he had been perfect. Spender hadn't known how perfect until they'd abducted Scully.