Subject:
*NEW* Golden days by stonewar (1/1)
Date:
Sun, 23 May 1999 15:33:30 -0500
From:
Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
Newsgroups:
alt.tv.x-files.creative
Golden Days by Stoneware (1/1)
Key words ...future, implied MSR V
Rating...PG
Spoilers...one son/two fathers
Archive: Fine..But I'll take care of gossamer
Summary...Years later someone relives his golden days.
A tall woman stood at the front of the conference room addressing her
agents. This was her first high profile case since she was promoted
and transferred to FBI headquarters after being shuffled around to
various field offices over the years. She didn't work well with
partners. A fact that held her back until the first time she was SAC
on a case. That is when she came into her own and brought her to the
attention to the powers that be and lead her to where she was today.
She was younger than many of the agents she was addressing today. She
didn't receive as much resentment as you would expect because
everyone agreed she was competent, charismatic, kind and as one
supervisor (now retired) had pointed out, intimidatingly beautiful.
"Thank you, Agents. We are making great progress. If you continue with
this level of effort we *will* capture this monster before he kills
again. Dismissed."
As the agents cleared the room she went to the window to close the
vertical blinds partially to cut out much of the sunlight filtering
through. When the last agent finally closed the door behind him she
turned off the overhead lights and carefully removed her jacket and
lowered herself in to a chair in the corner of the room. Pressing her
palm to forehead to ward away the headache forming, she closed her
eyes.
***
She opened her eyes at the sound of the door creaking open and
observed an elderly man step inside. He was tall but slightly stooped.
His step was steady and not the shuffle you would expect from someone
of his advanced years. Something was not quite right about this
picture she thought.
"You don't have a security badge," She said aloud as she realized what
it was she was missing.
He turned, startled then calmly took in her appearance slowly dragging
his eyes from ankle to eye level. "Neither do you," he pointed out.
She reached for the lapel of her suit jacket which she had laid over
the arm of her chair and held her ID badge up. "Without one of these
you don't have permission to be in the building. I could have removed
by security and arrested for trespassing."
"I don't see you placing any calls." He pointed out, moving closer to
where she was sitting.
"I have a headache. I don't feel like getting up." She gestured weakly
wrinkling her forehead in pain.
"My Sympathies." he offered dryly directing his gaze out the window.
She watched him, observing his features in the better light of the
window. He seemed familiar somehow so she tested the theory forming in
her head. "If you are who I think you are, May I say you are
remarkable well preserved for your age."
Amused, he turned his gaze toward her again. "Who do you think I am?"
he challenged
"CGB Spender."
His years of retirement had weakened his control of his emotions. His
shock was clearly written on his face. She continued by saying "Also
known as The Smoking Man, which I see you are not doing now."
"I quit years ago"
"Congratulations"
"Who are you?!"
"So you are reliving you golden years, huh?"
"Why do you say that?" he stalled pulling himself of straight
defensively.
"Otherwise you would have made it you business to know who I am before
you got here."
"Please enlighten me" he spat out.
"I supervise the X-files."
He sank into the chair next to her as if he had suddenly deflated. "I
wasn't aware they had been reopened." he murmured.
Then I'm correct?" she inquired softly. He nodded in response. She
offered her hand to him and introduced herself. "Kat Mulder."
He took her hand as another startled expression fluttered across his
features. "Ah the Mulder family tradition of naming the children after
animals." he quipped as he recovered.
"Short for Katherine." she informed him impatiently since she also had
'Fox' as part of her name and understood the teasing that went along
with it.
"Of course. You have your mother's eyes."
"How do you know who my mother is?" She asked warily.
"There is only one woman who would be the mother of Fox Mulder's
children."
She smiled at the truth and sentimentality of his statement. "Forgive
me for pointing this out. But you seem a bit young to be an Assistant
Director."
"I'm not an AD. Now that the X-files are no longer headed by a
'problem child' needing special supervision they are nestled in the
regular chain of command now." She said with laughter in her eyes.
"You know I think retirement may be one subject you and father may see
eye to eye on."
"I agree."
She broke eye contact with him and glanced at her watch. "Its almost
12:30. Mr. Spender, would you care to join me for lunch."
Again this amazing young woman had surprised him. "I would be
delighted."
She stood and offered him her hand to help him out of the chair, which
he took gratefully. She slipped her jacket back on and took his arm as
the headed toward the door.
"Tell me about yourself, Katherine."
"What would you like to know?"
"You education for instance. You studied Psychology or Medicine, I
suppose."
"Lord, no. I graduated from Harvard Law."
"That explains alot."
"People always say that!" She huffed. "I don't get it."
"Perhaps I'll explain it to you."
"I would like that."
**DONE!!!!**
--
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"A French man in the summer is a little stinky
this smell is...is something from the X-files!"
--Diego, JESSE 3-25-99
Stonewar Reality http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/5512/
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*NEW* Golden days by stonewar (1/1)
Date:
Sun, 23 May 1999 15:33:30 -0500
From:
Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
Newsgroups:
alt.tv.x-files.creative
Golden Days by Stoneware (1/1)
Key words ...future, implied MSR V
Rating...PG
Spoilers...one son/two fathers
Archive: Fine..But I'll take care of gossamer
Summary...Years later someone relives his golden days.
A tall woman stood at the front of the conference room addressing her
agents. This was her first high profile case since she was promoted
and transferred to FBI headquarters after being shuffled around to
various field offices over the years. She didn't work well with
partners. A fact that held her back until the first time she was SAC
on a case. That is when she came into her own and brought her to the
attention to the powers that be and lead her to where she was today.
She was younger than many of the agents she was addressing today. She
didn't receive as much resentment as you would expect because
everyone agreed she was competent, charismatic, kind and as one
supervisor (now retired) had pointed out, intimidatingly beautiful.
"Thank you, Agents. We are making great progress. If you continue with
this level of effort we *will* capture this monster before he kills
again. Dismissed."
As the agents cleared the room she went to the window to close the
vertical blinds partially to cut out much of the sunlight filtering
through. When the last agent finally closed the door behind him she
turned off the overhead lights and carefully removed her jacket and
lowered herself in to a chair in the corner of the room. Pressing her
palm to forehead to ward away the headache forming, she closed her
eyes.
***
She opened her eyes at the sound of the door creaking open and
observed an elderly man step inside. He was tall but slightly stooped.
His step was steady and not the shuffle you would expect from someone
of his advanced years. Something was not quite right about this
picture she thought.
"You don't have a security badge," She said aloud as she realized what
it was she was missing.
He turned, startled then calmly took in her appearance slowly dragging
his eyes from ankle to eye level. "Neither do you," he pointed out.
She reached for the lapel of her suit jacket which she had laid over
the arm of her chair and held her ID badge up. "Without one of these
you don't have permission to be in the building. I could have removed
by security and arrested for trespassing."
"I don't see you placing any calls." He pointed out, moving closer to
where she was sitting.
"I have a headache. I don't feel like getting up." She gestured weakly
wrinkling her forehead in pain.
"My Sympathies." he offered dryly directing his gaze out the window.
She watched him, observing his features in the better light of the
window. He seemed familiar somehow so she tested the theory forming in
her head. "If you are who I think you are, May I say you are
remarkable well preserved for your age."
Amused, he turned his gaze toward her again. "Who do you think I am?"
he challenged
"CGB Spender."
His years of retirement had weakened his control of his emotions. His
shock was clearly written on his face. She continued by saying "Also
known as The Smoking Man, which I see you are not doing now."
"I quit years ago"
"Congratulations"
"Who are you?!"
"So you are reliving you golden years, huh?"
"Why do you say that?" he stalled pulling himself of straight
defensively.
"Otherwise you would have made it you business to know who I am before
you got here."
"Please enlighten me" he spat out.
"I supervise the X-files."
He sank into the chair next to her as if he had suddenly deflated. "I
wasn't aware they had been reopened." he murmured.
Then I'm correct?" she inquired softly. He nodded in response. She
offered her hand to him and introduced herself. "Kat Mulder."
He took her hand as another startled expression fluttered across his
features. "Ah the Mulder family tradition of naming the children after
animals." he quipped as he recovered.
"Short for Katherine." she informed him impatiently since she also had
'Fox' as part of her name and understood the teasing that went along
with it.
"Of course. You have your mother's eyes."
"How do you know who my mother is?" She asked warily.
"There is only one woman who would be the mother of Fox Mulder's
children."
She smiled at the truth and sentimentality of his statement. "Forgive
me for pointing this out. But you seem a bit young to be an Assistant
Director."
"I'm not an AD. Now that the X-files are no longer headed by a
'problem child' needing special supervision they are nestled in the
regular chain of command now." She said with laughter in her eyes.
"You know I think retirement may be one subject you and father may see
eye to eye on."
"I agree."
She broke eye contact with him and glanced at her watch. "Its almost
12:30. Mr. Spender, would you care to join me for lunch."
Again this amazing young woman had surprised him. "I would be
delighted."
She stood and offered him her hand to help him out of the chair, which
he took gratefully. She slipped her jacket back on and took his arm as
the headed toward the door.
"Tell me about yourself, Katherine."
"What would you like to know?"
"You education for instance. You studied Psychology or Medicine, I
suppose."
"Lord, no. I graduated from Harvard Law."
"That explains alot."
"People always say that!" She huffed. "I don't get it."
"Perhaps I'll explain it to you."
"I would like that."
**DONE!!!!**
--
------------------------------------------------------------------
"A French man in the summer is a little stinky
this smell is...is something from the X-files!"
--Diego, JESSE 3-25-99
Stonewar Reality http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/5512/
------------------------------------------------------------------