Title: Where There's a Will, There's a Way
Author: Shreksy
Rating: R (so far) for violence and language
Category: X-Files/Dark Tower Series Crossover, AU, implied DRR
Crossover details: A little knowledge of the Dark Tower series by
Stephen King would be useful, but not necessary. It will all be
explained, do not worry!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Doggett and Reyes meet their match in a gunslinger named
Roland and his three friends.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters is mine. Doggett
and Reyes belong to Chris Carter and Fox Television; Roland, Jake,
Susannah, Eddie, and yes, even little Oy, belong to the King of
Macabre, Stephen King. That said, no, I am not making any money off
this. :-)
Author's Note: This is my very first fic. Please be gentle!
Feedback: YES! Please!! email: shreksydoggie@yahoo.com
Dedication: The X-Piig, my faithful beta reader. I am forever in
your debt! Thanks a billion!
Chapter 1 - The Case
"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger
followed." John Doggett closed a dog-eared copy of Stephen King's The
Gunslinger and flung it on his partner's desk. "What's this?" he
asked Reyes, shooting her a disapproving look.
"Light reading." Monica Reyes didn't have to lift her head know the
look her partner was giving her. She'd seen it many times before.
Reyes could already tell her partner did not approve of her literary
tastes. "It's quite good, John, You should try it."
"Stephen King? No thank you. I get enough of that supernatural
crap working down here." He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Mulder's "I Want to Believe" poster loomed behind him, supporting
his statement. "Speaking of which, how goes the case?"
The case in question was indeed a bafflement to both agents.
Doggett argued that it shouldn't even be considered an X-File, yet
Reyes felt that it should. She couldn't explain why, but she just
knew that it was important. She also felt that they were the ones
who needed to investigate it.
Since there was an unusual lack of cases ("The aliens must have all
gone home," Doggett had jokingly said to Reyes) Doggett decided
to indulge Agent Reyes' request and agreed to investigate the case.
After two weeks working on it, they had made absolutely no progress.
Doggett was about ready to give up.
There had been 10 victims so far, each one different from the next.
There was no discernible pattern; their ages ranged from 20 to 57 and
varied both in ethnicity and sex. The m.o. was the same each time:
a single gunshot wound to the head. The real kicker was that the
rooms the victims were found in were locked - from the inside. Each
time there had been a thorough search, yet a murder weapon had not
been found at any of the crime scenes. It was as if the perpetrator
and the weapon had simply upped and vanished.
The thing that struck Reyes the most about the crimes was their
geographic locations. Plotted out on a map, the crimes occurred in a
perfectly straight horizontal line. They had started on the Eastern
Maryland seaboard and had now moved into Virginia. Doggett and Reyes
did not know what to make these seemingly - yet not entirely - random
murders.
"The same. There are no witnesses for any of the crimes. Local
police have interrogated everyone who were present in the surrounding
buildings, and they've come up with zip." Reyes glanced up and
caught her partner rolling his eyes.
"They all report hearing the gunshot," she continued, "but
nothing more."
"One more day, Monica. I'm giving this case one more day and then
I'm calling it quits. This case is a waste of our time." Doggett
crossed over to his chair and picked up his jacket. "As for now, I'm
heading home. I suggest you do the same." He walked back over to
Reyes' desk and stopped.
"And I suggest you stop reading that crap." He pointed at the
book lying on his partner's desk. He smirked. "It'll give you
nightmares. Goodnight Monica."
"Goodnight John," Reyes called after him as he walked out the
door. He could be so thickheaded and stubborn sometimes. Definitely
one of his less endearing qualities, she thought to herself. Still,
sometimes it could be cute. She chuckled to herself. "John, John,
John, " she muttered. Closing the file, she decided her partner was
right; it was time to call it a night.
Continued in Part 2
Author: Shreksy
Rating: R (so far) for violence and language
Category: X-Files/Dark Tower Series Crossover, AU, implied DRR
Crossover details: A little knowledge of the Dark Tower series by
Stephen King would be useful, but not necessary. It will all be
explained, do not worry!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Doggett and Reyes meet their match in a gunslinger named
Roland and his three friends.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters is mine. Doggett
and Reyes belong to Chris Carter and Fox Television; Roland, Jake,
Susannah, Eddie, and yes, even little Oy, belong to the King of
Macabre, Stephen King. That said, no, I am not making any money off
this. :-)
Author's Note: This is my very first fic. Please be gentle!
Feedback: YES! Please!! email: shreksydoggie@yahoo.com
Dedication: The X-Piig, my faithful beta reader. I am forever in
your debt! Thanks a billion!
Chapter 1 - The Case
"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger
followed." John Doggett closed a dog-eared copy of Stephen King's The
Gunslinger and flung it on his partner's desk. "What's this?" he
asked Reyes, shooting her a disapproving look.
"Light reading." Monica Reyes didn't have to lift her head know the
look her partner was giving her. She'd seen it many times before.
Reyes could already tell her partner did not approve of her literary
tastes. "It's quite good, John, You should try it."
"Stephen King? No thank you. I get enough of that supernatural
crap working down here." He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Mulder's "I Want to Believe" poster loomed behind him, supporting
his statement. "Speaking of which, how goes the case?"
The case in question was indeed a bafflement to both agents.
Doggett argued that it shouldn't even be considered an X-File, yet
Reyes felt that it should. She couldn't explain why, but she just
knew that it was important. She also felt that they were the ones
who needed to investigate it.
Since there was an unusual lack of cases ("The aliens must have all
gone home," Doggett had jokingly said to Reyes) Doggett decided
to indulge Agent Reyes' request and agreed to investigate the case.
After two weeks working on it, they had made absolutely no progress.
Doggett was about ready to give up.
There had been 10 victims so far, each one different from the next.
There was no discernible pattern; their ages ranged from 20 to 57 and
varied both in ethnicity and sex. The m.o. was the same each time:
a single gunshot wound to the head. The real kicker was that the
rooms the victims were found in were locked - from the inside. Each
time there had been a thorough search, yet a murder weapon had not
been found at any of the crime scenes. It was as if the perpetrator
and the weapon had simply upped and vanished.
The thing that struck Reyes the most about the crimes was their
geographic locations. Plotted out on a map, the crimes occurred in a
perfectly straight horizontal line. They had started on the Eastern
Maryland seaboard and had now moved into Virginia. Doggett and Reyes
did not know what to make these seemingly - yet not entirely - random
murders.
"The same. There are no witnesses for any of the crimes. Local
police have interrogated everyone who were present in the surrounding
buildings, and they've come up with zip." Reyes glanced up and
caught her partner rolling his eyes.
"They all report hearing the gunshot," she continued, "but
nothing more."
"One more day, Monica. I'm giving this case one more day and then
I'm calling it quits. This case is a waste of our time." Doggett
crossed over to his chair and picked up his jacket. "As for now, I'm
heading home. I suggest you do the same." He walked back over to
Reyes' desk and stopped.
"And I suggest you stop reading that crap." He pointed at the
book lying on his partner's desk. He smirked. "It'll give you
nightmares. Goodnight Monica."
"Goodnight John," Reyes called after him as he walked out the
door. He could be so thickheaded and stubborn sometimes. Definitely
one of his less endearing qualities, she thought to herself. Still,
sometimes it could be cute. She chuckled to herself. "John, John,
John, " she muttered. Closing the file, she decided her partner was
right; it was time to call it a night.
Continued in Part 2