Mulder and the Green Eyed Monster
Disclaimer:
All characters are owned (enslaved) by 1013 Productions, 20th Century Fox and CC. (he who shall not be named). I'm just abusing…I mean using them for a while, but I promise to give them back only slightly dented so don't sue. If had control over the characters, the show would be in its 20th season—easy. Ya killjoys know how to beat the life out of a good series. P.S. If I made any money off of this story, please hire Willie Nelson's accountant to research it for you. I'm sure you will find it.
Secondary disclaimer:
While I did some research on Alaska for an original story that I wrote and re-used those facts here, I haven't lived or even visited the 'Land of the Midnight Sun', but I'm planning to go someday as part of my bucket list. That being said, Calqueg is a made-up town just northwest of Tok, which is a real one. Being from the 'lower 48' I'm used to sheriffs and counties, but Alaska only has troopers and boroughs. It was an interesting romp through a new world including the Native American cultures that live there. I have more to say about the contents, but I'll save it for the end of the last chapter.
FYI, Scully may seem a little more passive in this missive, but I'm just getting back into the saddle again after a long hiatus. Bear with me. I needed a strong Mulder to see me through. J
Prologue – Cabin Fever
The shadowy figure's eyes glowed a fiery green in the dark of the forest. It was bitterly cold even for early March, but the weather never affected the undead. The others were getting restless and, once again, they needed reassurance. "Yes, I know the FBI is coming. I called them."
"Why would you do a thing like that?" A smaller woman hissed as quietly as she could. "They could find us out!"
"It won't matter if they do, I can handle a few agents. Anyway, they would have been called in eventually and at this stage it is easier to control the situation. Besides, I need something that the FBI has."
"What's that?"
"A redhead named Dana Scully."
