Title - Blood Ties 2-The Truth in Twilight

Author – rialucas

Rating - PG

Classification – X

Summary: Mulder's sister is back and teams up with Scully to save Mulder's life.

The question is . . . will they be able to save him in time? Slight MSR/Angst

Disclaimer: The X-Files® belongs to Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions and are simply used in this story to make it more interesting. There was no profit sought in the making of this story. Nor were any animals hurt in the writing this story.

The Truth in Twilight

She woke with a start. It had been the same nightmare that she'd been having every night for the past week. Sometimes, when the nightmare would begin, she would find herself running down a dark hallway. It would be as if she were moving in slow motion. Moving, yet, not moving. Desperately trying to get to him before it was too late. Hearing him call out to her as if she were his last hope. There were other times, though, when she would make it to his side, but would not be able to touch him. Finding that he was trapped in a glass coffin, screaming for her to get him out. Yet, with all her power, she was truly powerless against the force that held him. And, always, the dreadful, inevitable outcome was the same; Mulder was dying.

Had it been just a year since she had last seen him? The family that she had never known. A man she had come to call 'brother.' Yet, by definition, she was not his true 'sister.' Their relationship was so complicated that she sometimes found it hard to fathom, even though she had lived with the reality of her situation her whole life. She had grown up knowing that she was not a product of natural conception. A clone, but not a clone. She was a product of both human and alien DNA. The result of an experiment conducted by The Syndicate.

She wasn't quite sure how they had come by Mulder's DNA, but she had her suspicions. She believed that they had acquired it when he was just a boy. Possibly at the same time his true sister was taken from him. She had never been sure, but her age in respect to him seemed to support this.

They had used his DNA in order to create her, one of the first successes of their hybrid program. Designed to exhibit the strengths of both races. She had developed a minor morphing ability that allowed her to alter her appearance, changing the length and color of her hair, alter her skin tone and, time permitting, vary her features slightly. It was nothing as drastic as the Hunters were capable of, but enough to make a person doubt their eyes. She had also developed some unexpectedly new talents. She was able to tap into the electromagnetic spectrum that continuously flowed through and around her. Viewing things that had happened in a room by tapping into the energy "echoes" left behind. She could also channel energy, taking it in then redirecting it towards the target of her own choosing. And finally, psychic projection. She had discovered the last by chance. It was a discovery that would prove most memorable for a certain cancer-sucking bastard.

However, there was another side effect that she hadn't counted on. One she was sure that The Syndicate hadn't considered. She discovered, with continued use, her power became stronger, but with each use she became weaker. It was evident a year ago when she first channeled a massive amount of energy to destroy one of The Syndicate's buildings. She had collapsed then, and at the time she had thought it due to the drugs they had given her; and in part it was.

Since that day she had been practicing, using an old generator that she had repaired, in an abandoned warehouse. It would take awhile for her to really charge up, but it could generate enough power for her to work with. She would practice absorbing and re-channeling energy in small amounts so that she could gauge how much control she actually had. It was on one occasion, after having practiced for several hours, that she decided to see if she could again channel a large amount of energy. When she tried it that time, she had held onto the energy longer and was able to channel it into the building she used, so that instead of destroying the building, she powered it. However, the drain on her system was greater than before and she passed out for what seemed like hours, though it was just a few minutes.

At first she had thought that this was due to the fact that she had spent the whole day practicing, but after allowing herself a day's rest, she tried it again with the same result. It was then that she started using an electrocardiograph to monitor the bioelectric currents that ran through her heart and nervous system and an electroencephalograph to monitor those that flowed through her brain.

Something, she berated herself, I should have been using from the beginning.

It was then confirmed. Taking in all that energy drastically increased her bioelectric output to all the cells in her body. After doing several blood tests on herself, before and after each practice session, she discovered that cell replication had drastically increased as cell life decreased in respect to the amount of power that she channeled. The end result was that her body was being worn down. She was suffering the effects of aging without experiencing much of the appearance of doing so. Or so she thought. She began to realize that her body was instinctively trying to compensate for the changes. It must have been why her morphing ability had always been limited. Her body was trying to adapt to what was happening within. Trying to keep her young. If she continued to channel large amounts of energy she would reach a point where her body would be too exhausted to keep up. The next time she blacked out she may not ever wake up.

She didn't know how much time she had left. She could probably live a long life if she stopped altogether, but she knew that, given her life style, that was not likely to happen. It was for this reason, she knew that she would have to find Mulder before it was too late.