Project MK-Ultra
by Trycee
Time-Line: Season 6
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
Mulder knocked softly on the connecting door between their hotel rooms. "Scully...I..."
"Mulder, if you don't have a coffee in your hand when you enter, I'll shoot you!"
Mulder peeked into her room. He could see she was buried in a pile of blankets with her finger pointed up straight to the ceiling. He sighed and then closed the door back behind him.
Scully snuggled in deeper into the blankets, pulling a pillow over her face to block out the sunlight that was shining through into her eyes. She could hear Mulder's exterior door open and close and then she listened for the car engine to start and then heard Mulder peel away. With a half smile on her face, she snuggled in deeper, falling back to sleep. A half an hour later, she heard another soft tapping on the connecting door. She looked up to see Mulder holding out a cup of coffee like a peace-offering as he slowly made his way into her room. She made no attempt to sit up but instead just watched him carefully as he placed the coffee down near her nightstand along with a bag she knew would be a bagel with cream cheese. She shot a cold glare at him and then laid her head back down, shielding her eyes with the pillow. "What do you want!", she said, gruffly.
"Our plane leaves in two hours, Scully...I thought maybe you'd..."
"What?", she said, with narrow eyes. "FIRST, you drag us out here on one of your Cockamamie..."
"Cockamamie?", he laughed.
She gave him one of her icy glares. "Your stupid little leads that had us running in the woods after something that doesn't even exist and now I have a headache the size of Canada and I have the chills from being out in the cold, wet woods in the middle of no-man's land!"
Mulder nodded shyly. "Well...Scully...it's our job..."
"SECONDLY," she said loudly. "You put us in a hotel that smells like mold...which makes me feel even worse," she said, burying her face deeper.
"I'll get you some medicine," Mulder said helplessly. "But we had to come..."
"To look for a ghost train..."
Mulder huffed. "Yes Scully," he said firmly. "That's what we do..."
"Maybe I don't feel like doing it," she whined. "Maybe I want to just lay here and not get up..."
"Our plane leaves soon, now you can either stay here or get ready and come with me and maybe take off a day or two to recuperate at home. I'll disappear and you won't see me again until we have to go back in to work."
She looked up suddenly. "No chasing after monsters, Mulder?"
"No, chasing anything...", he said, as he pulled out the bagel with cream cheese and handed it to her. It was still warm and had been sliced.
She smiled vaguely and accepted his offer. He grabbed up the paper bag and walked near the front door to toss it in the trash. He looked down at a slip of paper that had been slipped under her door. "What's this?"
Scully bit into her bagel. "Umm...", she said. "You want the other half, Mulder?"
He opened the paper and then turned around abruptly. "Someone knows we're here."
Scully's face drained of color. "Oh no...you said we wouldn't chase after anything..."
"Scully...this is a note telling us to meet them at the park in one hour. Its signed MKULTRA."
"So...", she said, as she sipped on her coffee. "Is this from a gas station? It tastes like gas..."
"Do you know what Project MK-ULTRA was, Scully?"
"No...is there a Starbucks around here?", she said, pushing the coffee cup away.
Mulder looked annoyed. He sank down on the bed next to her, looking her dead into her deep blue eyes. "Its was the governments covert mind control experiment..."
Scully laughed, rolling her eyes. "I haven't had enough of this diesel coffee for this Mulder..."
"I'm serious," he said, huffing. They were mere inches from each other and she could feel his hot breath as it traveled over to her. "Scully back in 1950's, the CIA experimented on Army soldiers and civilians injecting them with LSD and other mind alternating substances in a 14 yr experiment to manipulate the mental states of individuals and alter their brains. They...They...used everything from chemicals, isolation and sexual abuse to create like a super human they could use as a weapon. They covered up it up and destroyed almost all records. The only records left were the financial records. Its the only evidence left that this project even existed. And do you know who one of the victims of our governments testing was, Scully?"
"Who?"
"The Una-bomber...", he said, standing up and heading for the connected door. "This project came out of Operation Paperclip, Scully...Look, we need to meet this guy...I'll buy you some flu medicine and I'll even take care of you when we get back home."
Scully frowned. "Mulder...I don't even want to imagine what you would do to take care of me..."
A smile formed along the corners of his mouth and Scully noticed. "You know what I mean...", she added.
"Scully...I've taken care of you before...You're still alive...", he smirked as he closed the door.
She stared at the door as it closed and then fell back against the bed. "Ugh...so much for not chasing after monsters..."
Mulder handed Scully a box of tissues and a bottle of water with Alka-Seltzer tablet crushed into it. She took it willingly along with two aspirins he gave her. "Thanks," she said, as her head pounded.
The park was empty as they sat in their rental car along the tree-line of the park. They both scanned the area carefully, trying to spot their source.
"I wonder what this is about...", he said quietly. "Why MK-Ultra?"
"I don't know," she sighed. "Hopefully...it won't be anything that keeps us here for long...Our flight leaves in an hour."
"I'm giving our source 15 minutes to show up and then we're out of here...it'll be hard enough to try to catch the plane this late..."
Out of the corner of Scully's eye, she saw a teen-aged boy riding a bicycle in their direction. "Head's Up, Mulder," she said, as she watched the boy pull up along side of her, tapping on her window.
"You FBI agents?", the boy asked.
"Yes," Scully said, confused as she blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the young boy.
He pulled out a envelope and Scully let go of the grip she had on her gun that sat next to her. "A man gave me $5 to give this to you."
Scully handed it over to Mulder, her eyes never leaving the boy. "What did he look like?"
"Long black hair...look like a homeless man...", the kid said. "He disappeared as soon as he paid me...", the boy said. "Gotta go...My mom would kill me if she knew I did any of this," he said, pedaling off.
Scully turned to Mulder. "What is it?"
"An address...", he said. "Looks like we're not gonna meet our plane..."
Scully's eyes narrowed. "Of course...", she said, throwing her hands up.
Mulder ignored her. "We'll bag this to see if we can lift some prints off this...", he said, pulling out onto the road. "Oh come on...Scully...I promise this is just a quick little look-see..."
Her eyebrows raised. "Mulder...please don't say anything like that...you'll jinx us."
Mulder's smiled faded. "Okay...well...we'll just go take a look...try to figure out what this is..."
"Thank you...", she said, sitting back. "Hopefully this won't take too long...", she said, closing her eyes. "And hopefully I'll start feeling a little better."
"Just a quick little look...Scully and we'll be back at home before you know it..."
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