I own neither X-Files nor Yu Yu Hakusho.
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Anne smiled at her youngest son when she entered the house. The six years old grinned at her from the top of the stairs, already dressed in his pajamas and getting ready for bed. It was already night outside. She could hear the sound of her thirteen years old daughter arguing with her father about having to go upstairs to call a friend. Dan obviously wasn't about to let her though.
"Nuh-uh young lady! Your brother helped set the table, now it's your turn to help undo it. Your mother will come home anytime now, and it's been a long day for her and me both. You do your part!"
Anne shook her head in obvious exasperation when she heard her teenage daughter accusing her father of being an old jerk, or something along those lines anyway.
"May, if you don't help then you can forget going to the restaurant tomorrow. I bet you don't want that."
"Now that's plain unfair! You're actually threatening me!"
The doctor in biology sighed and tip-toed upstairs, hoping they wouldn't notice her. She could deal with her daughter's rebellious phase later. Right now she needed to put some more comfortable clothes on, and take some time to think in the office she shared with her husband. At the moment she was slightly overwhelmed by both excitement and dread, and she didn't know which was stronger. Excitement because the discovery of an unknown bacteria containing DNA that could only be extraterrestrial was... mind-blowing. The dread was a bit harder to explain. The moment she had read the results of her analysis she had felt that informing the government of her findings would be an extremely bad idea, but she had nothing to base her instinct on, and she was still torn on the subject. Normally something so big needed to be reported, and she knew she was breaking some rules keeping that to herself. But when she'd told Scully about the obligation she had of handing those results to the authorities she had seen something flash across the woman's face, too fast to decipher, but it had left Anne with a distinctly uncomfortable feeling ever since.
Had that been fear agent Scully had shown?
When she had finally changed in her nightgown she walked to her office, the results still in hand, though she didn't quite dare to read them again. Downstairs the argument had changed into a shouting match.
She entered the office and closed the door behind her. As she walked to her own desk, the light turned off, and a hand put over her mouth prevented her from doing much noise. Her struggles and whines went unheard by the rest of the house, completely covered as they were by her daughter's and husband's voices.
"Shh... I'll let you go, don't shout. I'm here to talk. Also don't talk out loud. There is a van parked in front of your house listening in. Their listening device is pointing at this window right now. They know you came back home, and they saw you turn on the light. If they don't hear you talk, they'll think you left the office."
The hand lightened its grip slowly, as if wary she would scream, but her voice was seemingly stuck in her throat. When she turned around and put some distance with her attacker, she discovered a man at least ten years younger than her, his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. His dark eyes went to the window, and he moved in this direction so silently she almost doubted that he was here and not some hallucination for a moment. He peeked as best he could without being seen from outside, and sighed.
"They are pointing at your bedroom now. We're safe for now, but just in case we'd better talk with this."
He pointed at some paper and pencils on the desk. In the darkness of the room Anne couldn't make out much about him. Only that he had shoulder length hair of a rather light color, and that his eyes seemed unnaturally dark. He wore dark jeans and a sweatshirt with Marvel's Iron man on it.
"Wha..."
"Shh!"
He wrote something fast on a bit of paper and sat on the floor, close enough to the window to benefit from the light coming from the street lamps outside, but also low enough not to be seen. He pointed at the floor next to him, and she joined him as silently as she could, feeling distinctly ungraceful next to his silent movements. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her ribcage, but one careful look through the window confirmed what he had told her. A van was parked right in front of their house, pointing some sort of satellite dish at their bedroom window. Cold sweat started to flow down her back. The piece of paper was put between her hands and she read it fast. It said:
"You're in danger, you and your whole family. What you discovered today was meant to be confidential. All the tests results are being destroyed right now, and they are killing people to do it. We managed to save your own sample and documentation. It's all being moved out of the country, somewhere safe. You and your family need to leave as well."
Her face must have shown the shock, horror, incredulity she was feeling, because the man pinched the bridge of his nose, took back the paper and wrote on it frantically.
"Dr. Carpenter, if you stay here you will have some kind of accident, and your family may get involved as well. My boss is trying to keep people safe as best he can, and he has the funds to get you out of the US with a good cover."
She tore the paper and pencil from his hands.
"How can I trust you?"
His answer sent chills down her spine and her decision was made.
"You can't, but honestly that should be the least of your problems. I'm being told they are roaming around your car right now, so if I were you I'd check my tires tomorrow before going to the restaurant."
He pointed at his ear, where she finally noticed a small earpiece.
Ok.
Fine.
Now how to break it to her family?
"Who am I dealing with?"
"I'm Anselm. You'll meet my boss once this mess is cleared. He might ask you to be a witness in the future. How does living on a small island in Japan sounds to you?"
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