TITLE- X-Communicated, part 2
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-pg13
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES-Okay for those who don't watch the X-Files and are upset about how I dealt with Logan's part in all of this simmer down, please.
"What in the World," Scully only allowed herself enough time to utter the retorical question and bolt off in the direction she heard the gun shots and explosion. A firm but gentle 'force' wrapped around Scully's entire body. Like Superman, she lifted off the surface of the road in midstride. She had wanted to scream out of utter fear, but the possiblity that Mulder could be in danger stiffled it.
Looking around, Scully soon found herself a few feet behind Jean, both floating effortlessly over the treetops. *Agent Scully, I fear your partner may have found what...or actually whom he was looking for.* Jean's soft polished voice invaded Scully's mind like a catburgular invades your home. Powerless, Scully pushed back the erge to extent her arms and accepted that somehow Jean Grey-Summers had the ability to fly and bring others along for the ride.
Ahead of them she could see a small clearing illuminated by a campfire. Jean touched down near the sparkling blaze and Scully gracefully hovered a few inches behind her. For a brief moment Dana had tried to escape the invisible hand holding her but found it fruitless.
"Jubilation," Jean yelled! "Jubilee, please honey I can feel Mulder nearby where is he?" She could fell him? Dana's eyebrow shot up for the second time this evening. In eight years with Mulder and all their crazy adventures never had that happened before.
At the edge of the clearing, the young 'runaway' girl emerged pale faced and panting like she'd just completed the New York marathon. It was then, just in the shadows that Scully could make out a lumbering mass moving sluggishly behind her. Jubilee moved closer to the flames, her face twisted with rage, "Can't you people just leave us alone. He didn't do this, why'd ya sent Fed 5-0 after us?" The barked her angry words to Jean who held her ground. The redhead simply shock her head and extended her right hand towards the girl.
Jubilee floated towards Jean, she battled her raise off the ground as if someone was trying to kill her. A short thick grizzled man, with thick powerful arms and a slouched posture emerged from the forest at lightening speed. Blood spring out of open wounds like water from a fountain. Scully yelped at the sight, her doctorial instincts kicked in. Stop the bleeding, clean and bandage the wounds. SEDATE IT!
He reached upwards, capturing the sqirming girl's arm and one of the most incredible tug of wars Scully had ever seen began. Jean lost, by choice, if she'd continued Jubilee's arm could have been ripped off. "Logan, let Jubilee go. I know both of you are upset, even scared but hiding out here like this only makes thingd worse." Jean's words fell on deaf ears, the manbeast roared angerily at Jean and tried to take off, but she grabbed him the same way she'd grabbed the girl.
"*sigh* Sleep," was Jean's only comment as she waved her hand in the air. Both the girl and the beast immediately slipped into a peaceful sleep.
No more than a half a second later Mulder stumbled out of the woods. Almost tripping over the pair resting only a few inches off the ground in the thick grass of the clearing Mulder literally jumped out of his suit and wingtips when he saw both his attackers. He went for his empty gun, but hualted the action when he saw that they were no longer a threat. Glancing towards the fire, he saw Jean standing like a red goddess with his goddess like partner hovering (hovering?) behind her.
This time Mulder did recover his gun, he'd play the bluff, Scully was in danger. "I don't care how put her down NOW!!" Mulder aimed the gun at Jean, who telekentically snatched it from his hands and moved it across the clearing to her.
"You Agent Mulder," she said recovering the gun from the air, "You should never point an empty gun at a loaded one." Jean checked the clip, which was empty, but she already knew that from the yelling inside his dazed and confused mind that demanded he play a bluff in order to 'save' his partner. "Besides, I would never hurt her, that's not what we do." Scully gracefully landed on her feet. She causiously moved past Jean and walked over to Mulder. The giant gash on his forehead and reddening on his face concerned her.
"Wha' happen Gambit miss all de fun again, dang," The tall wiry Cajun emerged out of the woods a few seconds later with staff at the ready, his dark pink body arm sparkled in the dim light cast off by the dying camp fire.
11:15 PM
Westchester Community Hall
Officer Smothers had long since given up on the Agents returning before his shift ended. He entered the hall like he did every night around this time. Walking passed the sewing classes and driver's education seminars he turned the corner and entered the smallest of all the meeting rooms, #15.
"Good evening Officer Smothers, did you bring a friend with you this time," Carmilla Carmichael asked, batting her long blonde eyelashes.
"Naw, just me Hon." He said while signing the ledger.
"I think you'll like our speaker, Greydon Creed, from the Washington DC office." Her face lite up at the mention of his name.
"Really, so what does The Westchester Friends of Humanity owe that honor?"
"Claims we got a problem, says he's gonna fix it. Like he did in DC with that gene trash the government hired."
"Good." He winked at Carmilla and entered the hall for this evenings meeting.
11:45
Xavier's Institute
MedLab
"Well Special Agent Mulder you are a very fortunate man, Ms. Lee's temper was red hot but for some reason she spared you the full fury of her rage over your assualt of her best comrad. Actually I would call that a blessing." Mulder could hardly make out anything Dr. Hank McCoy was saying to him, the man was too intranced by all the blue fur.
"He's the Westchester Werewolf?" Mulder's slightly childish tone, curtesy of a mild painkiller, made the qustion sound even more rediculous.
"There is no such thing my Good Agent," Hank explained while cleaning the cut over Fox's right eye, "You just had a run in with Logan. He may be a party animal but he's no 'werewolf' I promise you." Mulder looked across the room at the still sleeping manbeast that was being heavily restrained by metal bars. The young woman named Jubilee was fretting over him, muttering under her breath about the metal being too cold for him and that this was not needed.
"The what is he," Mulder asked trying to sound as professional as possible?
"Like myself, Logan is Homo Sapien Superior or a mutant if you like. We are HUMAN beings with a X-factor gene that has activated normally dormate genes giving us special abilities that most humans do not have." Hank looked Mulder in the eye, there wasn't a hint of shock in them, clearly the man was either completely aware of them or about to passout.
"You mean you think you are the next step in human evolution," Scully asked from the other side of the bed? Mulder turned his head to face her, having not realized that she'd been there superizing Dr. Mc Coy's examination of him.
"I don't think so Agent Scully, I know so. All of us here at this Institution and our sister school in Massachuestts are 'mutants'."
"If this is true, why haven't there been any journals published on this or..."
"Ther has been, I and Professor Xavier aurthored most of them, but no respectable school of biology or medical science will dare but the work on their shelves. Our numbers are small, for now, so we are mostly ignored or thought of as freaks. Many of us, who can 'pass', try to live out normal lives and rarely tll anyone about our gifts. Others, like myself, stick out. Humanity deals with us in their own special way." The last sentence was delievered mournfully. Scully could only imagine all that the gentleman doctor had been through in his life.
"Agent Scully we are sorry for all the games we have played but you have to understand, if our location and work were discovered there are many, in the government and in the private sector that would have our heads on poles," Dr. Mc Coy stopped speaking, held his expression in nutral and appeared to be listening to someone Scully could not see. Then he turned to both her and her dazed partner, "The Professor would like to talk to you later, but you both should get some sleep."
Hank helped Mulder into a wheel chair, not trusting the medicated agent to walk, and wheeled him to a small bedroom. With the help of the Cajun they placed him in the bed, Scully watched, helpless to do anything. The memory of what happened in the woods still fresh in her mind. Hank pointed to the other bed in the room and invited her to tkae a nap.
After several hours of pacing and feeling like a Princess in a tower, Mulder awake from his drug induced coma. His skin had started to flake like it would after a bad sunburn and his eyes reflected the painful headache he was now suffering. "Get the plates on that Mack truck for me Scully?" He slowly got himself up into a seated position and looked at her playfully. But his attempt at levity was lost on her, she continued to pace trying to digest all she'd heard.
"Their mutants Scully, dang, here I was hoping for a Werewolf." Again his comment fell on deaf ears.
"He could have been the killer, large, powerful enough to do the damage to the girls. Even has fangs. With his mutation he could possibly be able to regrow a lost tooth or claw with in days of losing it like other animals..." The door sung open haulting Scully's verbalization of her thoughts. Jean and Jubilee appeared. Despite himself, Mulder cringed upon recognizing the girl.
Dressed in a baggy plaid shirt and jeans, the girl stepped forward, "I am sorry for paffing you in the woods," she uttered under her breath.
"Paffing?" Mulder questioned. The girl smirked and exhailed exhibiting the same attitude he'd seen when she rollerbladed by the crime scene. Raising her hands, small sparks began to appear accompanied by the sound of fireworks.
"Paff." She whispered. Mulder replied a silent 'oh', and nodded his head. Wringing the back of his pained neck he got to his feet and accepted her apology with a hand shake. Scully and Mulder followed them back to Charles Xavier's office. Where they found everyone, except Logan and McCoy, sitting on the sofas.
"I apologizes agents but we have come to a decision to help you by telling you everything we know." Both Mulder and Scully looked at each other wide eyed like Snata Clause had just told them that he was taking them to the North Pole to learn all his secrets.
Taking their seats, the agents listen to Xavier's tale. About their mission to protect a world that fears and hates them, about the mad man leader of the small isalnd nation of Genosha and his neverending plotting to take over the world, and more importantly about this so-called werewolf.
"At first we believed the crimes were unrelated, the first two girls were merely candidates, we had not approached them yet, but when the third girl died we became suspicious. All the young women murdered were going to enroll here, or were about to be approached and asked to..."
"Here we go again...blame it all on him why don't you," Jubilee cut in,"He didn't do it I was with him that night, I tell ya he didn't do it!!" She was on the verge of tears, but her stubborn streak and tough as nails attitude kept her from crying.
"Jubilation that is enough," Charles had lost his patience. "Young lady if you can not control yourself I would kindly ask you to leave this meeting."
"You say you were with him, then who was in your room, I checked on you myself," Scott's smug matter-of-fact tone was driving Jubilee to the boiling point, luckily she had a rebuttle for him.
"You checked on a pillow and a wig One Eye, I hit the bricks the second you losers weren't looking. We saw da girl but I steered Wolvie clear of her."
The entire room turned and faced Jubilee, shock clearly on their faces. She backed up trying to get to the door, she'd said too much, time to leave.
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AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-pg13
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES-Okay for those who don't watch the X-Files and are upset about how I dealt with Logan's part in all of this simmer down, please.
"What in the World," Scully only allowed herself enough time to utter the retorical question and bolt off in the direction she heard the gun shots and explosion. A firm but gentle 'force' wrapped around Scully's entire body. Like Superman, she lifted off the surface of the road in midstride. She had wanted to scream out of utter fear, but the possiblity that Mulder could be in danger stiffled it.
Looking around, Scully soon found herself a few feet behind Jean, both floating effortlessly over the treetops. *Agent Scully, I fear your partner may have found what...or actually whom he was looking for.* Jean's soft polished voice invaded Scully's mind like a catburgular invades your home. Powerless, Scully pushed back the erge to extent her arms and accepted that somehow Jean Grey-Summers had the ability to fly and bring others along for the ride.
Ahead of them she could see a small clearing illuminated by a campfire. Jean touched down near the sparkling blaze and Scully gracefully hovered a few inches behind her. For a brief moment Dana had tried to escape the invisible hand holding her but found it fruitless.
"Jubilation," Jean yelled! "Jubilee, please honey I can feel Mulder nearby where is he?" She could fell him? Dana's eyebrow shot up for the second time this evening. In eight years with Mulder and all their crazy adventures never had that happened before.
At the edge of the clearing, the young 'runaway' girl emerged pale faced and panting like she'd just completed the New York marathon. It was then, just in the shadows that Scully could make out a lumbering mass moving sluggishly behind her. Jubilee moved closer to the flames, her face twisted with rage, "Can't you people just leave us alone. He didn't do this, why'd ya sent Fed 5-0 after us?" The barked her angry words to Jean who held her ground. The redhead simply shock her head and extended her right hand towards the girl.
Jubilee floated towards Jean, she battled her raise off the ground as if someone was trying to kill her. A short thick grizzled man, with thick powerful arms and a slouched posture emerged from the forest at lightening speed. Blood spring out of open wounds like water from a fountain. Scully yelped at the sight, her doctorial instincts kicked in. Stop the bleeding, clean and bandage the wounds. SEDATE IT!
He reached upwards, capturing the sqirming girl's arm and one of the most incredible tug of wars Scully had ever seen began. Jean lost, by choice, if she'd continued Jubilee's arm could have been ripped off. "Logan, let Jubilee go. I know both of you are upset, even scared but hiding out here like this only makes thingd worse." Jean's words fell on deaf ears, the manbeast roared angerily at Jean and tried to take off, but she grabbed him the same way she'd grabbed the girl.
"*sigh* Sleep," was Jean's only comment as she waved her hand in the air. Both the girl and the beast immediately slipped into a peaceful sleep.
No more than a half a second later Mulder stumbled out of the woods. Almost tripping over the pair resting only a few inches off the ground in the thick grass of the clearing Mulder literally jumped out of his suit and wingtips when he saw both his attackers. He went for his empty gun, but hualted the action when he saw that they were no longer a threat. Glancing towards the fire, he saw Jean standing like a red goddess with his goddess like partner hovering (hovering?) behind her.
This time Mulder did recover his gun, he'd play the bluff, Scully was in danger. "I don't care how put her down NOW!!" Mulder aimed the gun at Jean, who telekentically snatched it from his hands and moved it across the clearing to her.
"You Agent Mulder," she said recovering the gun from the air, "You should never point an empty gun at a loaded one." Jean checked the clip, which was empty, but she already knew that from the yelling inside his dazed and confused mind that demanded he play a bluff in order to 'save' his partner. "Besides, I would never hurt her, that's not what we do." Scully gracefully landed on her feet. She causiously moved past Jean and walked over to Mulder. The giant gash on his forehead and reddening on his face concerned her.
"Wha' happen Gambit miss all de fun again, dang," The tall wiry Cajun emerged out of the woods a few seconds later with staff at the ready, his dark pink body arm sparkled in the dim light cast off by the dying camp fire.
11:15 PM
Westchester Community Hall
Officer Smothers had long since given up on the Agents returning before his shift ended. He entered the hall like he did every night around this time. Walking passed the sewing classes and driver's education seminars he turned the corner and entered the smallest of all the meeting rooms, #15.
"Good evening Officer Smothers, did you bring a friend with you this time," Carmilla Carmichael asked, batting her long blonde eyelashes.
"Naw, just me Hon." He said while signing the ledger.
"I think you'll like our speaker, Greydon Creed, from the Washington DC office." Her face lite up at the mention of his name.
"Really, so what does The Westchester Friends of Humanity owe that honor?"
"Claims we got a problem, says he's gonna fix it. Like he did in DC with that gene trash the government hired."
"Good." He winked at Carmilla and entered the hall for this evenings meeting.
11:45
Xavier's Institute
MedLab
"Well Special Agent Mulder you are a very fortunate man, Ms. Lee's temper was red hot but for some reason she spared you the full fury of her rage over your assualt of her best comrad. Actually I would call that a blessing." Mulder could hardly make out anything Dr. Hank McCoy was saying to him, the man was too intranced by all the blue fur.
"He's the Westchester Werewolf?" Mulder's slightly childish tone, curtesy of a mild painkiller, made the qustion sound even more rediculous.
"There is no such thing my Good Agent," Hank explained while cleaning the cut over Fox's right eye, "You just had a run in with Logan. He may be a party animal but he's no 'werewolf' I promise you." Mulder looked across the room at the still sleeping manbeast that was being heavily restrained by metal bars. The young woman named Jubilee was fretting over him, muttering under her breath about the metal being too cold for him and that this was not needed.
"The what is he," Mulder asked trying to sound as professional as possible?
"Like myself, Logan is Homo Sapien Superior or a mutant if you like. We are HUMAN beings with a X-factor gene that has activated normally dormate genes giving us special abilities that most humans do not have." Hank looked Mulder in the eye, there wasn't a hint of shock in them, clearly the man was either completely aware of them or about to passout.
"You mean you think you are the next step in human evolution," Scully asked from the other side of the bed? Mulder turned his head to face her, having not realized that she'd been there superizing Dr. Mc Coy's examination of him.
"I don't think so Agent Scully, I know so. All of us here at this Institution and our sister school in Massachuestts are 'mutants'."
"If this is true, why haven't there been any journals published on this or..."
"Ther has been, I and Professor Xavier aurthored most of them, but no respectable school of biology or medical science will dare but the work on their shelves. Our numbers are small, for now, so we are mostly ignored or thought of as freaks. Many of us, who can 'pass', try to live out normal lives and rarely tll anyone about our gifts. Others, like myself, stick out. Humanity deals with us in their own special way." The last sentence was delievered mournfully. Scully could only imagine all that the gentleman doctor had been through in his life.
"Agent Scully we are sorry for all the games we have played but you have to understand, if our location and work were discovered there are many, in the government and in the private sector that would have our heads on poles," Dr. Mc Coy stopped speaking, held his expression in nutral and appeared to be listening to someone Scully could not see. Then he turned to both her and her dazed partner, "The Professor would like to talk to you later, but you both should get some sleep."
Hank helped Mulder into a wheel chair, not trusting the medicated agent to walk, and wheeled him to a small bedroom. With the help of the Cajun they placed him in the bed, Scully watched, helpless to do anything. The memory of what happened in the woods still fresh in her mind. Hank pointed to the other bed in the room and invited her to tkae a nap.
After several hours of pacing and feeling like a Princess in a tower, Mulder awake from his drug induced coma. His skin had started to flake like it would after a bad sunburn and his eyes reflected the painful headache he was now suffering. "Get the plates on that Mack truck for me Scully?" He slowly got himself up into a seated position and looked at her playfully. But his attempt at levity was lost on her, she continued to pace trying to digest all she'd heard.
"Their mutants Scully, dang, here I was hoping for a Werewolf." Again his comment fell on deaf ears.
"He could have been the killer, large, powerful enough to do the damage to the girls. Even has fangs. With his mutation he could possibly be able to regrow a lost tooth or claw with in days of losing it like other animals..." The door sung open haulting Scully's verbalization of her thoughts. Jean and Jubilee appeared. Despite himself, Mulder cringed upon recognizing the girl.
Dressed in a baggy plaid shirt and jeans, the girl stepped forward, "I am sorry for paffing you in the woods," she uttered under her breath.
"Paffing?" Mulder questioned. The girl smirked and exhailed exhibiting the same attitude he'd seen when she rollerbladed by the crime scene. Raising her hands, small sparks began to appear accompanied by the sound of fireworks.
"Paff." She whispered. Mulder replied a silent 'oh', and nodded his head. Wringing the back of his pained neck he got to his feet and accepted her apology with a hand shake. Scully and Mulder followed them back to Charles Xavier's office. Where they found everyone, except Logan and McCoy, sitting on the sofas.
"I apologizes agents but we have come to a decision to help you by telling you everything we know." Both Mulder and Scully looked at each other wide eyed like Snata Clause had just told them that he was taking them to the North Pole to learn all his secrets.
Taking their seats, the agents listen to Xavier's tale. About their mission to protect a world that fears and hates them, about the mad man leader of the small isalnd nation of Genosha and his neverending plotting to take over the world, and more importantly about this so-called werewolf.
"At first we believed the crimes were unrelated, the first two girls were merely candidates, we had not approached them yet, but when the third girl died we became suspicious. All the young women murdered were going to enroll here, or were about to be approached and asked to..."
"Here we go again...blame it all on him why don't you," Jubilee cut in,"He didn't do it I was with him that night, I tell ya he didn't do it!!" She was on the verge of tears, but her stubborn streak and tough as nails attitude kept her from crying.
"Jubilation that is enough," Charles had lost his patience. "Young lady if you can not control yourself I would kindly ask you to leave this meeting."
"You say you were with him, then who was in your room, I checked on you myself," Scott's smug matter-of-fact tone was driving Jubilee to the boiling point, luckily she had a rebuttle for him.
"You checked on a pillow and a wig One Eye, I hit the bricks the second you losers weren't looking. We saw da girl but I steered Wolvie clear of her."
The entire room turned and faced Jubilee, shock clearly on their faces. She backed up trying to get to the door, she'd said too much, time to leave.
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