Rating - R
Category - MSR, AU, Crossover (Medium)
Spoilers – None
Summary – Mulder is in trouble yet again. Can a medium help him?
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Disclaimer: As usual, the characters are not mine, they belong to Chris Carter and the 1013 productions and I'm merely using them for writing my story.
Author's note: I originally started writing this story years ago, but couldn't come up with a proper ending. Then I managed to talk Vickie into reading the half finished story and she urged me to complete it. That I did and even entered it – slightly altered and translated – into a German ff contest for crossover fics and got 2nd place. So those of you who know this story in the German version will notice slight changes have been made in the German version.
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Alison DuBois' Home
Thursday
4:13 pm
Two men were standing in a rocky desert, at the edge of a cliff. The first one was tall, about 6ft, had short brown hair and was wearing a suit. He was holding a pair of binoculars at his eyes and looking into the distance. The other man was slightly shorter, blond hair tied into a ponytail, wearing an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They were talking about something that was supposed to be seen in the distance.
The shorter man then went back to the car, which was a couple of yards away. The other man was still observing the distance. When he put down the binoculars and turned around the other man swung a baseball club at him, hitting him on his upper torso with such a force, that the man stumbled and fell over the edge of the cliff, plummeting down the rocky slope about 200 yards.
His fall came to an end at a higher bolder and the view focused on the injured man who was lying on his back, dusty and beaten up. His face was covered in blood from several head wounds and he seemed to be unconscious. Next to him lay an ID that had fallen out of his suit when his fall ended so abruptly. As the view focused on the ID one could make out it was an FBI ID, sporting the name of Fox Mulder.
With a start Alison DuBois woke from her sleep. The dream she just had had frightened her. She checked the time on her clock. She had had a hard day at work and when she arrived home at 3pm she decided to nap a bit. Wondering what to do next she got up and pondered about her dream.
Purposefully she picked up the phone. She dialled the number of the directory assistance.
"Hi, this is Alison DuBois, I would like you to connect me with the FBI headquarters, please", she said.
"One moment, Ma'am!" the voice at the other end said.
Next a female voice let her know she reached the FBI switchboard. She asked for Fox Mulder but only got the information that he wasn't in and if she wanted to speak to his superior.
After a short while she heard another voice on the other end of the line. "Assistant Director Skinner, FBI, what can I do for you?"
"My name is Alison DuBois", Alison repeated. "I work for the District Attorney's office in Phoenix. I heard you have an Agent working for you whose name is Fox Mulder."
"Indeed we have, he's one of our best Agents. Now how can I help you? Do you need to speak with him?" Skinner replied.
Alison was quiet for a short moment. Then she continued. "I know this must sound strange to you, but I believe he's in trouble. He's somewhere in a desert, injured badly."
Now it was Skinner's turn to be quiet. "How do you know that?" he then queried.
"I'm having these dreams..." Alison started but Skinner interrupted her.
"DREAMS??? You're not telling me you just dreamt it, are you? Agent Mulder is having a couple of days of leave and so he isn't in the building. But the nearest desert is far from here."
"Look, Sir, you don't understand. My dreams are not ordinary dreams. More than 9 out of 10 times they turn real." Alison said with urgency in her voice.
Skinner paused a moment, thinking what to do next. Then he said: "Ok, leave me your number, I'll contact him and will inform you what I found out."
After a few moments of pondering A.D. Skinner dialled the number to Mulder's and Scully's home. Just two rings later someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Agent Scully.
"It's Skinner here. I would like to speak to Agent Mulder. Is he available?" Skinner asked
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"Oh, I'm afraid you'd have to try his cell, Sir. He's been gone to follow a lead with his informant. I don't know where they are, but he just called me a few hours ago and everything is fine. Anything I can help you with?"
"Not really. I've just received a strange call, someone saying Mulder being in trouble, in a desert somewhere. But since you just talked to him it must be a hoax." he informed her.
"That sounds strange indeed, Sir. I think I'll phone him later again and let him know about the call you received." Scully replied and they ended the call.
Skinner dialled Alison DuBois' number in a relieved state of mind. Something in her voice had almost made him believe her words.
"Mrs. DuBois, it's A.D. Skinner of the FBI", Skinner said when the phone was picked up.
"Did you hear anything of Mr. Mulder?" Alison asked.
"Well, I didn't speak to him personally, but his partner, Agent Scully, assured me he was fine. Looks like this is the one time your dreams were just dreams." Skinner informed her.
"Oh", Alison almost sounded disappointed. "I'm glad about that. I'm sorry for worrying you but I just had to be sure."
"Not a problem, Ma'am." Skinner said understandingly.
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*Thirsty!*
That was the only thought he could form.
*Thirsty!*
He wanted to scream it out loud but his body felt like a mass of molten rock and pain. His lips were sticking together. His mouth felt like sand paper.
*Scully", was the next thought he could form.
*Need Scully. Thirsty. Scully. Thirsty. Scully. Help.*
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