X-Communicated
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, the X-Files,or the Baby Superstore or any characters related to these titles or locations. Suing me is pointless, I have no money.
Notes: This is an X-Men/X-Files crossover...so many X's so little time. Anyway, in this story, Mulder is back from God knows where and Scully is six months pregnant...you did know she was pregnant on the show didn't you?
*-means mental communication
~ -means distant voices
" -means regular old conversation
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10:32 p.m.
October 31, 2000
Westchester, New York
The intersection of Greymalkin Lane and Overly West Lane
Amber Waylin hated her car, it was old, unreliable, yellow and probably still bleching black smoke from the engine a mile and a half back down the road. Most of all she hated this place; why her parents had to leave New York City for this burg she'll never know. New York had the subway, she won't have needed a car to get home from her part time job, she could jumped a train and been done with it. But alas, she wasn't in New York, she was in Westchester, on a freezing cold Holloween night walking in the dark, surrounded by a thick and rather creepy forest. She really hated her car.
~Slow down silly.~
Amber froze in her tracks, a voice catching her attention.
~Will ya stop runnin' he went back to the house, SLOW DOWN!!! WOLVEEEEEE!!!!~
* Great...* Amber smirked to herself, realizing that the voice probably belonged to one of the bimbos she went to school with. The forest was like a sex motel for her classmates, not like there was anything else to do in this burg but go to the mall and make out.
As Amber pushed on, the voice grew more and more distant. She was grateful that they were gone; her classmates loved pulling practical jokes on her, and with it being Holloween she was sure what ever they might have planned would have been nothing short of humiliating.
~GGGRRRRRRRR!~
Amber froze again, sighing, she began to think maybe she hadn't escaped her clasmates after all. "Okay you asshole, I ain't in the mood," She yelled in the direction she heard the growl!
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!"
The sound was coming closer, accompanied by thunderous gallop, Amber began to walk again...with a little pep in her step.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her swift walk turned into a full on run when she glanced over her shoulder and saw a shadow of what was best decribed as a big bad thing running behind her. She flung her purse to the ground as it was holding her back and bolted up the street. If she had been thinking clearly she would have remembered her wings, she would have remembered that she could fly. Her fear had her now, thinking went no further than the word run.
Upon reaching the intersection she felt it's steamy breath on her neck, at this point her mind began to accept she was not going to make it home. With a neck wrentching jerk, the monster grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground. Her head hit the asphault with a thud. The world became like a twin as her vision blurred, the last thing Amber Waylin saw was the blood thrusty red eyes of her killer right before his curved claws bared down on her relieving the young woman of her life.
7:01 a.m.
November 3, 2000
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
Special Agents's Mulder and Scully's office
"Good Morning Momma Cita," Mulder yelled from behind his deck, before popping a sunflower seed in his mouth!
"Mornin' Mulder, you called, said you needed me in bright and early? What's going on," she asked while ignoring Mulder's lastest remark about her being with child?
"Well, now that you asked, ever hear of the Westchester Werewolf?"
"The what?"
"You know, Westchester, New York, a little burg about two hours away from New York City, sleepy town. Werewolf, big man-beast with fangs, howls at the moon."
"Mulder, I know where Westchester is and I know what a werewolf is, but what are you talking about?" Mulder jogged from behind his desk with a mischievious smile on his face and offered Scully the comfortable chair he'd positioned right next to his infamous projector. She took the seat knowing that whatever he was about to show her would make her already quizzy stomach turn inside out; Mulder's slide shows tended to be a bit bloody.
He flipped through ten or so slides of young women with their chest cracked open and the their organs removed before he began to explain,"All six girls were killed over the last five years, by the infamous Westerchester Werewolf, or at least that's what the locates believe. All were mauled and disembowed with brutal force, but the bite marks match nothing we have on record."
Scully twisted her face into it's usually I-Don't-Believe-You-Called-Me-In-Early-For-This smirk, "Maybe there is something the local authorizes overlooked, an escaped wild animal that someone was keeping as a pet, a bear possibly?"
"I thought along those same lines myself, but there is no record of any missing exotic pets and the bite marks and slashes were not made by a bear. Most likely a member of the canine family the first victim had a tooth lodged in her neck. Scully cringed at the thought.
With a sigh, her only protest, she looked up at him with her lips in their normal rounded pout and asked, "When do we leave?"
Sameday, 4:15 p.m.
Westchester, New York
Harry's Motor Lodge
Scully kicked off her shoes and reclined back on the stiff mattress, allowing herself a slight scream that sounded more like a loud yawn. Smiling, she rubbed her hand in a circle over her rounded belly. She felt the baby move slightly, this was a recent development. She almost ran to get Mulder again, he usually flipped out when the baby moved while he was around, claimed the kid knew he was in good company. She didn't have the heart to tell him the baby moved more when he was not around; then again Mulder would only turn that around on her claiming that the kid missed him.
Scully pulled herself up to a sitting position, a task that gets more difficult everyday, and waited. She would give Mulder less than two minutes before he came to get her....KNOCK KNOCK...
She got off the bed and pulled open the door to find Mulder chatting with another man in a police uniform. He reminded her of Barney from the Andy Griffith Show, then again most of the Deputies she ran into did.
After Mulder introduced him as Deputy David Smothers, they were on their way to the police department, which looked more like a store front. The small building was sandwiched between a bakery and a daycare center. Upon entering, Scully noted a counter with bullet proof glass, beyond it were three desks with the usual set up of computers and other assorted office junk, a fax and copier and an old fashioned ironbar cell with one lone sleeping occupant. *Small towns,* she thought to herself.
Deputy Smothers lead them through the minimaze of desks to a door that had a white plexiglass window with the words, morgue, etched into it. As Smothers opened the door, and the stench of death assualted Mulder and Scully. "Oh, sorry about that, the freezers are malfunctioning," Somthers explained.
Scully walked into the next room and found herself in a relatively modern examining room. She smirked, "Time to get started," she muttered under her breath. Mulder joined her as Smothers recovered the body. The smell worsened, but Scully adjucted quickly and set about the task of completing the proceedure. There would be little need for a 'Y' cut, the girl's entire chest cavity had been guted, in all of Scully years with the FBI she had never seen anything like this.
Once Mulder was sure she was going to be okay, excused himself explaining he and Smothers had someplace to go. He waved his cellphone at her which won him a nod and a knowing smile.
The drive to The Waylin household was a quiet one, Mulder admired the local scenery, especially the ladies. Upon parking the police cruiser Mulder and Smothers went to the door, which opened before they had time to knock, "Did you find out anythin'," Mrs. Waylin barked on the verge of tears?
"No Mrs. Waylin, I am sorry, but I would like to introduce you to Special Agent Fox Mulder, we brought him in on the case." Mrs. Waylin weakly shook Mulder's hand and invited them in. The Waylin home was a prime example of what happens when you watch to much Marth Stewart. Mulder planted himself on the sofa, carefully, women like Mrs. Waylin tended to care alot about the visual beauty of their home, god forbid he get something dirty or flop down on her sofa.
"Mrs. Waylin, I'll try not to take up too much time, do you mind if I ask you a few questions," Mulder gently asked in a sympathic voice he'd honed after years of practice with other grief stricken parents?
"Well, if you think it'll help, fine," she returned with as much strength as she could.
"Why was your daughter out there walking that late at night?"
"She called and said she was on her way home from work...at the Gap...her car was acting up again," Mrs.Waylin bit down on her lip, regret filled her already pain twisted face.
"Was there anybody that didn't like her at school, maybe a rival?"
"No, but then again she wasn't popular either, the kids pulled a lot of jokes on her...actually she had gotten into another school, she was suppose to start next week," Mrs. Waylin got up and went to her perfectly organized desk and returned with a letter on expensive cream colored stationery that read:
Dear Miss Amber Waylin,
Good day, I am Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster of the Xavier Institution for the Gifted. We here at the Institute would like to extend an invitation for you to attend our school and complete your education in an enviroment more suited to your gifts and special needs.
Should you decide to join us please contact us immediately at the number on the enclosed business card. I thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Dr. Charles F. Xavier
Headmaster
Mulder looked up at Mrs. Waylin who was now red faced with tears, "She was looking forward to going," Mrs. Waylin took her seat and continued to cry for her beloved daughter. Mulder looked up at the Deputy, who to his surprise, had a disgusted look on his face. Mulder looked again at Mrs. Waylyn, clearly it was time to leave. He had traumatized the woman enough
"Hey, Deputy, mind if we go to the school," Mulder asked?
"Sure thing," Smothers returned.
As they pulled away from the house Mulder turned to Smothers and asked, "According to the leaderhead, Xavier's is a local school. Know anything about it?"
"No." The Deputy's rushed and somewhat angry response let Mulder know that the man was lying. Interesting.
6:30 p.m.
Westchester Police Station
Mulder found Scully sitting at Smothers's desk furious typing her report and flipping through her notes. "So Scully what did you find," Mulder asked, half sure he knew the answer already?
"Well, I found fur and a nail embedded in what was left of her right rib cag, I'm sending the specimen's to New York for further analysis. But I'm not sure this is what you think it is, Mulder," she said while gathering up her notes."Amber Waylin, four feet ten inches, approximately 80 pounds, female. I ruled cause of death as blood loss and trauma, but I have no real way of telling, most of her organs are gone. Most of her back too."
"Her back," Mulder asked surprised by the statement?
"Yes two triangle shaped pieces of skin were removed from the area over her shoulder blades." Mulder looked over at Smother who just shrugged. "Did you find out anything helpful?"
"Well try this on for size, Amber just accepted into Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, only thing was, according to her teachers, she wasn't any smarter than the next kid. She was a C+/ B- student who scored below average on her SAT's. " Scully looked at him, but more interesting than what Mulder had said was how uncomfortable Smothers became when he said it.
The trio made their way to the crime scene at the intersection of Greymalkin and Overly West Lanes. To their shock the police had reopened the section of road where her body had been found. Smothers parked nearby and pointed to the now barely visible chalk outline of where the body had been. From the look of things, that was all that was left of the scene, most of the blood had been carried away like the chalk by passing cars.
Sighing, Mulder looked around trying to get a better feel of what Amber might have seen that night. There were no street lights or traffic lights only stop signs. Still, if she meant her end in the intersection, wouldn't she have seen something, maybe she did, maybe she even tried to run.
Out of the corner of his eye a flash of hot pink streaked by, he turned in the direction of the fluffy blur. Across the street stood a young Asian girl on rollerblades, dressed like she was in a Janet Jackson video with an attitude plastered across her other wise adorable face. Once she noticed Mulder starring at her, she put her hands on her hips and narrowed her sparkling blue eyes. She was at least sixteen with the body of gymnist starting to blossom into womanhood.
Something on her face told Mulder she had more than a passing interest in their being there. Mulder cleared his throat and jogged across the street while Scully looked on, "Excuse me young lady," he called to her. She turned and bolted up the street, no way was he going to catch her on foot. Scully jumped in the car knowing where this was going, but Smothers stood his ground.
"No way, she goes to that school, the Institute, no way," Smothers protested. Mulder looked at Scully amazed by the Deputy's lack of courage and out right fear of 'that school'. After returning to the station, Mulder and Scully decided it was time to pay 'that school' a visit.
8:35 p.m.
Xavier's Institute for the Gifted
"Good Evening, Xavier's Institute, Scott Summer speaking how may I help you?"
"Uh, HI, I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, we would like to ask you a few questions. It's about a young woman named Amber Way..." before Mulder could finish yelling the sentence into the speaker phone, the ornately crafted iron gate began to pull to one side.
"Special Agent drive up to the front door and park there, someone will be out to greet you." At that Mulder turned to Scully who simply smiled. He drove up the drive and parked at the front door as instructed; there were four people standing outside. Once the car stopped, a tall handsome man with long auburn hair approached Scully's door and opened it.
"Good evening Chere, allow Remy to help, non," the man asked as if he already knew she'd have trouble getting out of the car; he extended a gloved hand and helped her to her feet. Afterwords, he politley kissed the back of her hand and offered his bowed arm for her to take, which she did.
Mulder watched with great amuzment as his partner was instantly wooed by the smooth Cajun. As he exited the car, three of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his life smiled at him in unison. "Good evening Special Agent Mulder, my name is Jean Grey-Summers, " the gorgous red head extended a hand in friendship which he accepted. "These are my collegues, Ororo Munroe," the beautiful black woman with platnum hair and blue cat eyes stepped forward and greeted him with a hand shake,"And this is,...Rogue...Marie Rogue." Jean fumbled, she couldn't just tell the man that woman's name was simply Rogue, he probably already had his suspicions about them that would only add curiosty to the mix.
The ladies lead him to through the door into what looked like the house from the old eighties's show Dynasty, only nicer. Whoever this Xavier was, the man surely was wealthy beyond imagination, Mulder reasoned.
The woman lead him upstairs, he half hoped to a room where he could live out that fantasy he had about...anyway. They stopped at a large wooden door and waited, for what he didn't know, but after a few seconds the redhead named Jean opened the door and lead him in. Scully was already seated in front of a large oak desk in a massive leather winged back chair. The Cajun was no where to be found, but a gentile older bald man sat thoughtfully gazing at Scully as she spoke in a whispered tone to him
Before taking his place next to his partner, Mulder whispered in her ear,"Hey, you think we could enroll here, I really do need to brush up on my algebra." That earned him a slight snicker, which was better than normal. The older man's face brightened with a smile as if he'd heard the remark. Mulder could hear the door the close, but the man looked at it for a long second, then nodded as if he was completing a conversation that had never started.
"Good evening, I am Dr. Charles Xavier, you have some questions about Amber, I assume this has to do with her murder," the man was nothing if not direct, but Mulder could hear a pang of regret in the aged man's tender voice?
"Yes Sir," Scully jumped in not giving Mulder a chance to start this off, "Miss Waylin was accepted into your school, but according to her academic record she had no special needs and her grades were only average at best," Scully's voice was all business.
"True, but test scores don't always reveal all of a child's...true potential," the sentence was loaded like a gun. Scully could feel that he was hiding something, but as usual...
"Excuse me, Sir do you know anything about the Westchester Werewolf," Mulder asked? Scully sighed and smirked. She knew any hope of getting any real information out of the Professor as now dead.
"The Westchester Werewolf, you mean the beast that has been lurking out in the forest for the past five years," Charles' elaborated? Scully's right strawberry eyebrow shot up on her amuzed face.
"Yes Sir," Mulder was overjoyed, though he tried to hide it.
"We have been keeping track of this 'being' for sometime now, but I doubt that it is a 'real' werewolf, they don't exist you know," Charles' expression softened as he watched her face light up slightly and his darken, it would seem they'd been down this road before. This type of non-verbal communication,between normal humans, only come from years of trusting and knowing someone, this was not lost on Charles' intial impression of them. They were protective of one another, Mulder even more so now that she was pregnant, though Charles was picking up a large amount of confusion about this blessed event from both of them. It wasn't his place to pry, it just struck him as interesting.
"True as that maybe...," Mulder started.
"Professor, I nee....." the young girl they had seen at the intersection burst into the office with a wilely look of angst on her tender face, shortly there after a tall slim but muscular man with red lensed glasses ran up behind her almost bumping into her.
"Jubilation, I have told you before to knock before entering Child," Charles' voice was stern but gentle. Mulder stood to get a better look at her. The girl backpedaled out of the room as soon as she laid eyes on Mulder, like she'd seen a ghost and then she ranaway. "Scott," Charles said. Then there a long was a moment of silence while both men just looked at each other. Finally, Scott nodded and ran after her. Mulder looked over at Scully who's face wore a bewildered expression.
After another hour, Mulder and Scully realized that there was nothing else that the Professor would tell them that would help. The gentleman and the three ladies, who had escorted them up to the office, returned like magic at the end of the conversation and lead them to the car. They waved goodbye as the car disappeared through the gate.
"Mulder what are you doing," Scully asked as he made a U-turn only a few yards away from the end of the brick gate around the property?
"That kid knows something," he blurted out.
"So we can't talk to her without her parents per..." To Scully's surprise Mulder backed the car into the woods just out of sight of the mansion, but a perfect location for him to make good use out of the binoculars Byers gave him last Christmas. Scully sat in the car and waited, something had Mulder's head turned around about that kid, nothing she said would change his mind.
Almost on que, a slight slinder form appeared at the top of the brick wall and jumped over. Landing then rolling, the figure quickly got to her feet and jogged across the street into the woods. Mulder waited a moment then gave chase. Scully got out, but Mulder signalled to her to stay put.
A few moments pasted, actually fifteen minutes past Scully, now worried something went wrong, checked for her gun and was about to get out the care when..."Ya kno' Chere, Remy t'ink you stalkin' him. Can't blame ya, I'd stalk me too." Scully looked up and the familiar face of the man that lead her to Xavier's office stared at her through the window, only now his eyes were black and red. She gasped when she noticed this. Remy opened the door, having changed out of his silk shirt and linen pants into all black leather and pink body armor, Scully refused his kind offer to help her out the car this time.
"Have you seen the P'tite," he asked while taking a drag from his cigerette?
"The girl? She ran in the...the..." Scully's eyes were drawn upward by a flicker of firelight coming closer, and closer. She wanted to duck but the flame died down and the graceful form of Jean Grey-Summers appeared and floated gently to the ground.
Jean looked at Scully pensively, "Did you find her Remy," she asked?
"Nope, Remy t'ink tis one kno' a lil', non," he turned glowing red eyes back to Scully who was on the verge of passing out?
Mulder tailed the kid for five minutes, it was in the course of this run that he realized that he needed spend a little more time working out than pigging out with Scully, though he did do most of the pigging.
The girl stopped in a clearing and gathered a few logs, with her back turned to Mulder, who found himself a log to hide behind, she lite a blazing fire and began to rumage through her neon pink backpack. She withdrew a can of beer and a pack of raw steaks. Notably she didn't put the steaks on the fire to cook, only untied the bundle she'd been sitting on, which was a Pokemon sleeping bag and another thicker plaid blanket.
Mulder smirked, *Great, I get to see this kid and her 'boyfriend' make googly eyes all night.* Mulder had half a mind to leave. It was then that he heard a low grumbling from behind, his a dog on the verge of barking. Mulder moved his hand towards his gun, then he heard the gallop, like a race horse it was so hard and fast. As he turned all he could see was fangs and hair, lots and lots of hair. It was a cross between a man and a silver-backed gorilla.
"NO WOLVIE," Mulder heard the girl's voice form behind, but the 'animal' kept charging! Mulder aimed his weapon and fired, empting sixteen shots before the thing finally stopped and colapsed to the ground. Mulder could hear charging coming from behind him now, no where near has powerful as before but something was coming, "LEAVE MY WOLVIE ALONE, ASSHOLE!" Mulder turned in time to see the girl, who was no more than ten feet away, leap headlong towards him with a glowing light in her hand. The light left her fingertips and the last thing Mulder remmebered hearing was the Fourth of July, before he was engulfed by a blinding light and a painful hot pressure that knocked him out cold.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, the X-Files,or the Baby Superstore or any characters related to these titles or locations. Suing me is pointless, I have no money.
Notes: This is an X-Men/X-Files crossover...so many X's so little time. Anyway, in this story, Mulder is back from God knows where and Scully is six months pregnant...you did know she was pregnant on the show didn't you?
*-means mental communication
~ -means distant voices
" -means regular old conversation
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10:32 p.m.
October 31, 2000
Westchester, New York
The intersection of Greymalkin Lane and Overly West Lane
Amber Waylin hated her car, it was old, unreliable, yellow and probably still bleching black smoke from the engine a mile and a half back down the road. Most of all she hated this place; why her parents had to leave New York City for this burg she'll never know. New York had the subway, she won't have needed a car to get home from her part time job, she could jumped a train and been done with it. But alas, she wasn't in New York, she was in Westchester, on a freezing cold Holloween night walking in the dark, surrounded by a thick and rather creepy forest. She really hated her car.
~Slow down silly.~
Amber froze in her tracks, a voice catching her attention.
~Will ya stop runnin' he went back to the house, SLOW DOWN!!! WOLVEEEEEE!!!!~
* Great...* Amber smirked to herself, realizing that the voice probably belonged to one of the bimbos she went to school with. The forest was like a sex motel for her classmates, not like there was anything else to do in this burg but go to the mall and make out.
As Amber pushed on, the voice grew more and more distant. She was grateful that they were gone; her classmates loved pulling practical jokes on her, and with it being Holloween she was sure what ever they might have planned would have been nothing short of humiliating.
~GGGRRRRRRRR!~
Amber froze again, sighing, she began to think maybe she hadn't escaped her clasmates after all. "Okay you asshole, I ain't in the mood," She yelled in the direction she heard the growl!
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!"
The sound was coming closer, accompanied by thunderous gallop, Amber began to walk again...with a little pep in her step.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her swift walk turned into a full on run when she glanced over her shoulder and saw a shadow of what was best decribed as a big bad thing running behind her. She flung her purse to the ground as it was holding her back and bolted up the street. If she had been thinking clearly she would have remembered her wings, she would have remembered that she could fly. Her fear had her now, thinking went no further than the word run.
Upon reaching the intersection she felt it's steamy breath on her neck, at this point her mind began to accept she was not going to make it home. With a neck wrentching jerk, the monster grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground. Her head hit the asphault with a thud. The world became like a twin as her vision blurred, the last thing Amber Waylin saw was the blood thrusty red eyes of her killer right before his curved claws bared down on her relieving the young woman of her life.
7:01 a.m.
November 3, 2000
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
Special Agents's Mulder and Scully's office
"Good Morning Momma Cita," Mulder yelled from behind his deck, before popping a sunflower seed in his mouth!
"Mornin' Mulder, you called, said you needed me in bright and early? What's going on," she asked while ignoring Mulder's lastest remark about her being with child?
"Well, now that you asked, ever hear of the Westchester Werewolf?"
"The what?"
"You know, Westchester, New York, a little burg about two hours away from New York City, sleepy town. Werewolf, big man-beast with fangs, howls at the moon."
"Mulder, I know where Westchester is and I know what a werewolf is, but what are you talking about?" Mulder jogged from behind his desk with a mischievious smile on his face and offered Scully the comfortable chair he'd positioned right next to his infamous projector. She took the seat knowing that whatever he was about to show her would make her already quizzy stomach turn inside out; Mulder's slide shows tended to be a bit bloody.
He flipped through ten or so slides of young women with their chest cracked open and the their organs removed before he began to explain,"All six girls were killed over the last five years, by the infamous Westerchester Werewolf, or at least that's what the locates believe. All were mauled and disembowed with brutal force, but the bite marks match nothing we have on record."
Scully twisted her face into it's usually I-Don't-Believe-You-Called-Me-In-Early-For-This smirk, "Maybe there is something the local authorizes overlooked, an escaped wild animal that someone was keeping as a pet, a bear possibly?"
"I thought along those same lines myself, but there is no record of any missing exotic pets and the bite marks and slashes were not made by a bear. Most likely a member of the canine family the first victim had a tooth lodged in her neck. Scully cringed at the thought.
With a sigh, her only protest, she looked up at him with her lips in their normal rounded pout and asked, "When do we leave?"
Sameday, 4:15 p.m.
Westchester, New York
Harry's Motor Lodge
Scully kicked off her shoes and reclined back on the stiff mattress, allowing herself a slight scream that sounded more like a loud yawn. Smiling, she rubbed her hand in a circle over her rounded belly. She felt the baby move slightly, this was a recent development. She almost ran to get Mulder again, he usually flipped out when the baby moved while he was around, claimed the kid knew he was in good company. She didn't have the heart to tell him the baby moved more when he was not around; then again Mulder would only turn that around on her claiming that the kid missed him.
Scully pulled herself up to a sitting position, a task that gets more difficult everyday, and waited. She would give Mulder less than two minutes before he came to get her....KNOCK KNOCK...
She got off the bed and pulled open the door to find Mulder chatting with another man in a police uniform. He reminded her of Barney from the Andy Griffith Show, then again most of the Deputies she ran into did.
After Mulder introduced him as Deputy David Smothers, they were on their way to the police department, which looked more like a store front. The small building was sandwiched between a bakery and a daycare center. Upon entering, Scully noted a counter with bullet proof glass, beyond it were three desks with the usual set up of computers and other assorted office junk, a fax and copier and an old fashioned ironbar cell with one lone sleeping occupant. *Small towns,* she thought to herself.
Deputy Smothers lead them through the minimaze of desks to a door that had a white plexiglass window with the words, morgue, etched into it. As Smothers opened the door, and the stench of death assualted Mulder and Scully. "Oh, sorry about that, the freezers are malfunctioning," Somthers explained.
Scully walked into the next room and found herself in a relatively modern examining room. She smirked, "Time to get started," she muttered under her breath. Mulder joined her as Smothers recovered the body. The smell worsened, but Scully adjucted quickly and set about the task of completing the proceedure. There would be little need for a 'Y' cut, the girl's entire chest cavity had been guted, in all of Scully years with the FBI she had never seen anything like this.
Once Mulder was sure she was going to be okay, excused himself explaining he and Smothers had someplace to go. He waved his cellphone at her which won him a nod and a knowing smile.
The drive to The Waylin household was a quiet one, Mulder admired the local scenery, especially the ladies. Upon parking the police cruiser Mulder and Smothers went to the door, which opened before they had time to knock, "Did you find out anythin'," Mrs. Waylin barked on the verge of tears?
"No Mrs. Waylin, I am sorry, but I would like to introduce you to Special Agent Fox Mulder, we brought him in on the case." Mrs. Waylin weakly shook Mulder's hand and invited them in. The Waylin home was a prime example of what happens when you watch to much Marth Stewart. Mulder planted himself on the sofa, carefully, women like Mrs. Waylin tended to care alot about the visual beauty of their home, god forbid he get something dirty or flop down on her sofa.
"Mrs. Waylin, I'll try not to take up too much time, do you mind if I ask you a few questions," Mulder gently asked in a sympathic voice he'd honed after years of practice with other grief stricken parents?
"Well, if you think it'll help, fine," she returned with as much strength as she could.
"Why was your daughter out there walking that late at night?"
"She called and said she was on her way home from work...at the Gap...her car was acting up again," Mrs.Waylin bit down on her lip, regret filled her already pain twisted face.
"Was there anybody that didn't like her at school, maybe a rival?"
"No, but then again she wasn't popular either, the kids pulled a lot of jokes on her...actually she had gotten into another school, she was suppose to start next week," Mrs. Waylin got up and went to her perfectly organized desk and returned with a letter on expensive cream colored stationery that read:
Dear Miss Amber Waylin,
Good day, I am Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster of the Xavier Institution for the Gifted. We here at the Institute would like to extend an invitation for you to attend our school and complete your education in an enviroment more suited to your gifts and special needs.
Should you decide to join us please contact us immediately at the number on the enclosed business card. I thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Dr. Charles F. Xavier
Headmaster
Mulder looked up at Mrs. Waylin who was now red faced with tears, "She was looking forward to going," Mrs. Waylin took her seat and continued to cry for her beloved daughter. Mulder looked up at the Deputy, who to his surprise, had a disgusted look on his face. Mulder looked again at Mrs. Waylyn, clearly it was time to leave. He had traumatized the woman enough
"Hey, Deputy, mind if we go to the school," Mulder asked?
"Sure thing," Smothers returned.
As they pulled away from the house Mulder turned to Smothers and asked, "According to the leaderhead, Xavier's is a local school. Know anything about it?"
"No." The Deputy's rushed and somewhat angry response let Mulder know that the man was lying. Interesting.
6:30 p.m.
Westchester Police Station
Mulder found Scully sitting at Smothers's desk furious typing her report and flipping through her notes. "So Scully what did you find," Mulder asked, half sure he knew the answer already?
"Well, I found fur and a nail embedded in what was left of her right rib cag, I'm sending the specimen's to New York for further analysis. But I'm not sure this is what you think it is, Mulder," she said while gathering up her notes."Amber Waylin, four feet ten inches, approximately 80 pounds, female. I ruled cause of death as blood loss and trauma, but I have no real way of telling, most of her organs are gone. Most of her back too."
"Her back," Mulder asked surprised by the statement?
"Yes two triangle shaped pieces of skin were removed from the area over her shoulder blades." Mulder looked over at Smother who just shrugged. "Did you find out anything helpful?"
"Well try this on for size, Amber just accepted into Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, only thing was, according to her teachers, she wasn't any smarter than the next kid. She was a C+/ B- student who scored below average on her SAT's. " Scully looked at him, but more interesting than what Mulder had said was how uncomfortable Smothers became when he said it.
The trio made their way to the crime scene at the intersection of Greymalkin and Overly West Lanes. To their shock the police had reopened the section of road where her body had been found. Smothers parked nearby and pointed to the now barely visible chalk outline of where the body had been. From the look of things, that was all that was left of the scene, most of the blood had been carried away like the chalk by passing cars.
Sighing, Mulder looked around trying to get a better feel of what Amber might have seen that night. There were no street lights or traffic lights only stop signs. Still, if she meant her end in the intersection, wouldn't she have seen something, maybe she did, maybe she even tried to run.
Out of the corner of his eye a flash of hot pink streaked by, he turned in the direction of the fluffy blur. Across the street stood a young Asian girl on rollerblades, dressed like she was in a Janet Jackson video with an attitude plastered across her other wise adorable face. Once she noticed Mulder starring at her, she put her hands on her hips and narrowed her sparkling blue eyes. She was at least sixteen with the body of gymnist starting to blossom into womanhood.
Something on her face told Mulder she had more than a passing interest in their being there. Mulder cleared his throat and jogged across the street while Scully looked on, "Excuse me young lady," he called to her. She turned and bolted up the street, no way was he going to catch her on foot. Scully jumped in the car knowing where this was going, but Smothers stood his ground.
"No way, she goes to that school, the Institute, no way," Smothers protested. Mulder looked at Scully amazed by the Deputy's lack of courage and out right fear of 'that school'. After returning to the station, Mulder and Scully decided it was time to pay 'that school' a visit.
8:35 p.m.
Xavier's Institute for the Gifted
"Good Evening, Xavier's Institute, Scott Summer speaking how may I help you?"
"Uh, HI, I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, we would like to ask you a few questions. It's about a young woman named Amber Way..." before Mulder could finish yelling the sentence into the speaker phone, the ornately crafted iron gate began to pull to one side.
"Special Agent drive up to the front door and park there, someone will be out to greet you." At that Mulder turned to Scully who simply smiled. He drove up the drive and parked at the front door as instructed; there were four people standing outside. Once the car stopped, a tall handsome man with long auburn hair approached Scully's door and opened it.
"Good evening Chere, allow Remy to help, non," the man asked as if he already knew she'd have trouble getting out of the car; he extended a gloved hand and helped her to her feet. Afterwords, he politley kissed the back of her hand and offered his bowed arm for her to take, which she did.
Mulder watched with great amuzment as his partner was instantly wooed by the smooth Cajun. As he exited the car, three of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his life smiled at him in unison. "Good evening Special Agent Mulder, my name is Jean Grey-Summers, " the gorgous red head extended a hand in friendship which he accepted. "These are my collegues, Ororo Munroe," the beautiful black woman with platnum hair and blue cat eyes stepped forward and greeted him with a hand shake,"And this is,...Rogue...Marie Rogue." Jean fumbled, she couldn't just tell the man that woman's name was simply Rogue, he probably already had his suspicions about them that would only add curiosty to the mix.
The ladies lead him to through the door into what looked like the house from the old eighties's show Dynasty, only nicer. Whoever this Xavier was, the man surely was wealthy beyond imagination, Mulder reasoned.
The woman lead him upstairs, he half hoped to a room where he could live out that fantasy he had about...anyway. They stopped at a large wooden door and waited, for what he didn't know, but after a few seconds the redhead named Jean opened the door and lead him in. Scully was already seated in front of a large oak desk in a massive leather winged back chair. The Cajun was no where to be found, but a gentile older bald man sat thoughtfully gazing at Scully as she spoke in a whispered tone to him
Before taking his place next to his partner, Mulder whispered in her ear,"Hey, you think we could enroll here, I really do need to brush up on my algebra." That earned him a slight snicker, which was better than normal. The older man's face brightened with a smile as if he'd heard the remark. Mulder could hear the door the close, but the man looked at it for a long second, then nodded as if he was completing a conversation that had never started.
"Good evening, I am Dr. Charles Xavier, you have some questions about Amber, I assume this has to do with her murder," the man was nothing if not direct, but Mulder could hear a pang of regret in the aged man's tender voice?
"Yes Sir," Scully jumped in not giving Mulder a chance to start this off, "Miss Waylin was accepted into your school, but according to her academic record she had no special needs and her grades were only average at best," Scully's voice was all business.
"True, but test scores don't always reveal all of a child's...true potential," the sentence was loaded like a gun. Scully could feel that he was hiding something, but as usual...
"Excuse me, Sir do you know anything about the Westchester Werewolf," Mulder asked? Scully sighed and smirked. She knew any hope of getting any real information out of the Professor as now dead.
"The Westchester Werewolf, you mean the beast that has been lurking out in the forest for the past five years," Charles' elaborated? Scully's right strawberry eyebrow shot up on her amuzed face.
"Yes Sir," Mulder was overjoyed, though he tried to hide it.
"We have been keeping track of this 'being' for sometime now, but I doubt that it is a 'real' werewolf, they don't exist you know," Charles' expression softened as he watched her face light up slightly and his darken, it would seem they'd been down this road before. This type of non-verbal communication,between normal humans, only come from years of trusting and knowing someone, this was not lost on Charles' intial impression of them. They were protective of one another, Mulder even more so now that she was pregnant, though Charles was picking up a large amount of confusion about this blessed event from both of them. It wasn't his place to pry, it just struck him as interesting.
"True as that maybe...," Mulder started.
"Professor, I nee....." the young girl they had seen at the intersection burst into the office with a wilely look of angst on her tender face, shortly there after a tall slim but muscular man with red lensed glasses ran up behind her almost bumping into her.
"Jubilation, I have told you before to knock before entering Child," Charles' voice was stern but gentle. Mulder stood to get a better look at her. The girl backpedaled out of the room as soon as she laid eyes on Mulder, like she'd seen a ghost and then she ranaway. "Scott," Charles said. Then there a long was a moment of silence while both men just looked at each other. Finally, Scott nodded and ran after her. Mulder looked over at Scully who's face wore a bewildered expression.
After another hour, Mulder and Scully realized that there was nothing else that the Professor would tell them that would help. The gentleman and the three ladies, who had escorted them up to the office, returned like magic at the end of the conversation and lead them to the car. They waved goodbye as the car disappeared through the gate.
"Mulder what are you doing," Scully asked as he made a U-turn only a few yards away from the end of the brick gate around the property?
"That kid knows something," he blurted out.
"So we can't talk to her without her parents per..." To Scully's surprise Mulder backed the car into the woods just out of sight of the mansion, but a perfect location for him to make good use out of the binoculars Byers gave him last Christmas. Scully sat in the car and waited, something had Mulder's head turned around about that kid, nothing she said would change his mind.
Almost on que, a slight slinder form appeared at the top of the brick wall and jumped over. Landing then rolling, the figure quickly got to her feet and jogged across the street into the woods. Mulder waited a moment then gave chase. Scully got out, but Mulder signalled to her to stay put.
A few moments pasted, actually fifteen minutes past Scully, now worried something went wrong, checked for her gun and was about to get out the care when..."Ya kno' Chere, Remy t'ink you stalkin' him. Can't blame ya, I'd stalk me too." Scully looked up and the familiar face of the man that lead her to Xavier's office stared at her through the window, only now his eyes were black and red. She gasped when she noticed this. Remy opened the door, having changed out of his silk shirt and linen pants into all black leather and pink body armor, Scully refused his kind offer to help her out the car this time.
"Have you seen the P'tite," he asked while taking a drag from his cigerette?
"The girl? She ran in the...the..." Scully's eyes were drawn upward by a flicker of firelight coming closer, and closer. She wanted to duck but the flame died down and the graceful form of Jean Grey-Summers appeared and floated gently to the ground.
Jean looked at Scully pensively, "Did you find her Remy," she asked?
"Nope, Remy t'ink tis one kno' a lil', non," he turned glowing red eyes back to Scully who was on the verge of passing out?
Mulder tailed the kid for five minutes, it was in the course of this run that he realized that he needed spend a little more time working out than pigging out with Scully, though he did do most of the pigging.
The girl stopped in a clearing and gathered a few logs, with her back turned to Mulder, who found himself a log to hide behind, she lite a blazing fire and began to rumage through her neon pink backpack. She withdrew a can of beer and a pack of raw steaks. Notably she didn't put the steaks on the fire to cook, only untied the bundle she'd been sitting on, which was a Pokemon sleeping bag and another thicker plaid blanket.
Mulder smirked, *Great, I get to see this kid and her 'boyfriend' make googly eyes all night.* Mulder had half a mind to leave. It was then that he heard a low grumbling from behind, his a dog on the verge of barking. Mulder moved his hand towards his gun, then he heard the gallop, like a race horse it was so hard and fast. As he turned all he could see was fangs and hair, lots and lots of hair. It was a cross between a man and a silver-backed gorilla.
"NO WOLVIE," Mulder heard the girl's voice form behind, but the 'animal' kept charging! Mulder aimed his weapon and fired, empting sixteen shots before the thing finally stopped and colapsed to the ground. Mulder could hear charging coming from behind him now, no where near has powerful as before but something was coming, "LEAVE MY WOLVIE ALONE, ASSHOLE!" Mulder turned in time to see the girl, who was no more than ten feet away, leap headlong towards him with a glowing light in her hand. The light left her fingertips and the last thing Mulder remmebered hearing was the Fourth of July, before he was engulfed by a blinding light and a painful hot pressure that knocked him out cold.
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