Title: In The End
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
Chapter Two
Beginnings
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
Special Agent John Jay Doggett hated this time of the year. To work on the day before Christmas Eve was a sin! Who the hell in their right mind would do such a stupid thing? He wasn't an ass, and he wasn't a stupid fuck, but here he was, all alone in his office on the second floor of the FBI...on the day before Christmas Eve. Why? Because he had nothing better to do? No, he was called in to work a case with some bitch from New Orleans. He was hoping that it was Monica Reyes, but he wasn't all that sure. Assistant Director Kersh didn't say who he was being paired up with and to be paired with someone from a field office when your own partner was sick...that was just odd. He'd welcome Monica, but no one else. He had a strong connection to her -- or at least that is what he thought. She was beautiful. Five foot six, brunette hair, heavenly blue eyes, and nice firm breasts. She was the ideal woman for him, and that was no question. She was also brilliant and sweet. She looked like a Goddess but that never got to her head. She was in fact quite level headed. And he liked that. He knew that if she'd rejected to work with him or even to go out and get some coffee...he'd be fucked for the rest of his sorry life.
They met about a year ago when he found out that his son, Luke, was taken. They called in the FBI and she was the agent that came and lead the task force that helped find John's son. At that time he was still New York Police, but soon after -- within two weeks -- the FBI had called him and asked him if he'd like to have a position as a Special Agent. He leapt at it. After all he'd been through...the loss of his own son...and the murder of his ex-wife, Barbra...he needed a chance to get back on track, and what better way then to join the FBI? It was a sullen morning when he had gotten the call. His wife was in the kitchen and he was still in bed -- back then he didn't get up much before six in the morning to go to work, when the phone rang. From what he was told by Barb he was under the impression that Luke was over at a friends house. He didn't think anything of it. Until 5:23 am Sunday, March the Third, 1998. When he woke and got dressed the fastest he had ever done. He was out of the house and on his way to Dan Miller's -- where Luke was staying the night -- to see if they knew where he was. He knew that they would never hurt Luke, they loved him as much as John and Barbra did. He got over there and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The breeze blew through his clean cut hair and the scent of Death and Evil filled the air. All he could do was slow down from his run, lean down to his knee and cry. He didn't know what else to do. His only child was missing.
After two weeks of searching for Luke, John decided to see if the FBI could help bring the son of a bitch who kidnapped his child in and he could take him from there, but when he called, they said nothing. All they told him was that they'd send a task force to help, and that he should -- as a police officer -- know that not all missing persons are found. He solemnly nodded and hung up the pinkish blue phone. His hand was shaking and his eyes darting in fear and pain. He was anxious to have his son back, take him fishing and hunting like any normal father would, be with him and show him how to be a man. Barbra came up and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. She was as worried as he was. Their only child...missing for two weeks with no ransom call or notes...it was very frightening. He just wanted things to be back to normal...damnit he wanted the man who took his child dead. He didn't care much for the jury or trial, no, he was gonna take care of the fucker the moment he got his hands on him and he was gonna make him feel the pain that he felt at that very moment. See how he liked it. And he knew it was wrong, but that didn't matter one bit. It made him feel a little better just thinking about it and that was all that really mattered, to him anyway.
When the task force arrived he met with Special Agent Monica Reyes. She was off her normal -- she was an investigator for Ritualistic and Satanic Cult Crimes -- but she was glad to take this case...she had a good feeling that Luke could be found. She could tell the moment that she got there that John was not like most men she'd run into. He was truly worried for his son and he wanted him back, no matter the cost or risk involved. She had never seen that in anyone she'd worked with before. He was very tenacious and didn't care about himself at all. He was always nice to her, too. When they did finally find Luke, after an over all nation wide search of six weeks...it hit John like a ton of lead. His whole mind blurred and everything once again began to move in a slow animated mood. He couldn't breath. His body was limp and his hands started to tremble. His mind raced with a million questions and he was too scared to move. Monica came over to him, but she seemed to be moving in an overly slow manner. He hair blew in the wind, setting off her eyes and bangs, her coat exposing her revealing blouse for that day, and her cold expression that he knew she had been feeling the same dread and fear for him. He wanted to just cry. He couldn't stand it. His own child was dead. Blood covered the area around his head and he looked into Monica's eyes and they said he was gone. He walked away and punched a tree. His finger cracked and one snapped. She just watched and walked over and held the broken fingers in her hand, almost as if she was holding a small child. She wasn't sure why, but she felt for this man. She wanted to make things better, but she really didn't know how. But she kissed his hand and hugged him like she was married to him and it was nothing. He did the same. Upon drawing back their eyes locked and there was a brief moment of bliss and ignorance to the crime scene and significant others. She was single and he knew that and he was married and she knew that herself. It would be wrong for them to even think about anything other then being friends.
A couple of weeks later while he was at work, his wife was killed. He came home and found her corpse with a knife in her back. He screamed and damned everyone in the world to Hell...but Monica Reyes who was still in town. He tried to look at her dead...lifeless body, but he couldn't. His Soul refused to let him. He slide down the wall by the refrigerator and cried. Her blood covered his blue suit and hands, but he didn't give a damn. He didn't care what the hell anyone thought. He was too depressed...numb to care. It was like everything that he'd come to know in his life had just been rapidly taken away from him. The two things that meant more to him then his own life...were taken away and he was left with nothing. In an act of desperation he called Monica. He didn't understand why, and he didn't really think about why. He had her take him out to the local cafe and they shared a apple pie -- his favorite as well as hers -- and talked about things. Time seemed to get away from him like it never had in his life. Monica was...just so...amazing. She was so beautiful and level headed...she was...his Soul mate and he wanted to tell her that, but she would probably think that it was the stress of losing his wife and son all within about a month and he really didn't mean it...or would she? He couldn't stand to take the risk of doing that, so he just kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything. He was too scared that this woman that he found extremely attractive and smart would say no, and then how could he live with himself? And he always said that it was better to be friends first and then work on the romance and relationship...but why was this one different? Was she his true love? No...couldn't be...but as they talked and talked his mind kept drifting back to that. It was not something he would readily admit...but it was lurking there...and he knew he couldn't fight it too long.
His mind was slung back to the real world when he heard the soft click - click of high heels. He knew right then it wasn't a male that would be his partner, and he could smell the familiar fragrance of flowers and roses that had driven him up and down the walls when he knew her. His heart skipped a beat and he knew it was her. She came in and a smile crossed his sullen face. She smiled back and lightly knocked on the already open door.
"May I come in?"
"Yes, you may."
"Thanks, John. How you been?"
"Good, and yourself, Monica?"
"Thinking about some stuff, but that doesn't really matter, what does is that I'm here to be your partner for this case..."
"Oh, yeah!"
"So what do we got?" she asked, coming over to his desk and leaning over. He grabbed a manila folder and handed it to her. She took it and he came around and stood behind her.
"New York City, found dead in an ally way. No one knows who he is, but a bible was found with him and in his own blood he wrote that 'the end of a thousand years has come, He shall come and seek his wife'. And I am guessing that this is Satanic and that is why I asked for someone from your office, hoping it was you and well, here you are, Monica."
"Sounds interesting. Got any leads?"
"Just that it was guessed to be suicide. Coroner can't really say because the man had his tongue cut out, too. Looks self inflicted, but again...just a speculation. No one can really say in this case." explained John to Monica. They sat down and looked over the pictures. They looked like something that would be found in some sick George Romero or Stephen King movie, but this was real and it was twice as gut churning. Why would someone write such a thing and cut out a man's tongue? John and Monica would soon find out...and then something much more sinister...that neither would expect.
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
Chapter Two
Beginnings
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
Special Agent John Jay Doggett hated this time of the year. To work on the day before Christmas Eve was a sin! Who the hell in their right mind would do such a stupid thing? He wasn't an ass, and he wasn't a stupid fuck, but here he was, all alone in his office on the second floor of the FBI...on the day before Christmas Eve. Why? Because he had nothing better to do? No, he was called in to work a case with some bitch from New Orleans. He was hoping that it was Monica Reyes, but he wasn't all that sure. Assistant Director Kersh didn't say who he was being paired up with and to be paired with someone from a field office when your own partner was sick...that was just odd. He'd welcome Monica, but no one else. He had a strong connection to her -- or at least that is what he thought. She was beautiful. Five foot six, brunette hair, heavenly blue eyes, and nice firm breasts. She was the ideal woman for him, and that was no question. She was also brilliant and sweet. She looked like a Goddess but that never got to her head. She was in fact quite level headed. And he liked that. He knew that if she'd rejected to work with him or even to go out and get some coffee...he'd be fucked for the rest of his sorry life.
They met about a year ago when he found out that his son, Luke, was taken. They called in the FBI and she was the agent that came and lead the task force that helped find John's son. At that time he was still New York Police, but soon after -- within two weeks -- the FBI had called him and asked him if he'd like to have a position as a Special Agent. He leapt at it. After all he'd been through...the loss of his own son...and the murder of his ex-wife, Barbra...he needed a chance to get back on track, and what better way then to join the FBI? It was a sullen morning when he had gotten the call. His wife was in the kitchen and he was still in bed -- back then he didn't get up much before six in the morning to go to work, when the phone rang. From what he was told by Barb he was under the impression that Luke was over at a friends house. He didn't think anything of it. Until 5:23 am Sunday, March the Third, 1998. When he woke and got dressed the fastest he had ever done. He was out of the house and on his way to Dan Miller's -- where Luke was staying the night -- to see if they knew where he was. He knew that they would never hurt Luke, they loved him as much as John and Barbra did. He got over there and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The breeze blew through his clean cut hair and the scent of Death and Evil filled the air. All he could do was slow down from his run, lean down to his knee and cry. He didn't know what else to do. His only child was missing.
After two weeks of searching for Luke, John decided to see if the FBI could help bring the son of a bitch who kidnapped his child in and he could take him from there, but when he called, they said nothing. All they told him was that they'd send a task force to help, and that he should -- as a police officer -- know that not all missing persons are found. He solemnly nodded and hung up the pinkish blue phone. His hand was shaking and his eyes darting in fear and pain. He was anxious to have his son back, take him fishing and hunting like any normal father would, be with him and show him how to be a man. Barbra came up and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. She was as worried as he was. Their only child...missing for two weeks with no ransom call or notes...it was very frightening. He just wanted things to be back to normal...damnit he wanted the man who took his child dead. He didn't care much for the jury or trial, no, he was gonna take care of the fucker the moment he got his hands on him and he was gonna make him feel the pain that he felt at that very moment. See how he liked it. And he knew it was wrong, but that didn't matter one bit. It made him feel a little better just thinking about it and that was all that really mattered, to him anyway.
When the task force arrived he met with Special Agent Monica Reyes. She was off her normal -- she was an investigator for Ritualistic and Satanic Cult Crimes -- but she was glad to take this case...she had a good feeling that Luke could be found. She could tell the moment that she got there that John was not like most men she'd run into. He was truly worried for his son and he wanted him back, no matter the cost or risk involved. She had never seen that in anyone she'd worked with before. He was very tenacious and didn't care about himself at all. He was always nice to her, too. When they did finally find Luke, after an over all nation wide search of six weeks...it hit John like a ton of lead. His whole mind blurred and everything once again began to move in a slow animated mood. He couldn't breath. His body was limp and his hands started to tremble. His mind raced with a million questions and he was too scared to move. Monica came over to him, but she seemed to be moving in an overly slow manner. He hair blew in the wind, setting off her eyes and bangs, her coat exposing her revealing blouse for that day, and her cold expression that he knew she had been feeling the same dread and fear for him. He wanted to just cry. He couldn't stand it. His own child was dead. Blood covered the area around his head and he looked into Monica's eyes and they said he was gone. He walked away and punched a tree. His finger cracked and one snapped. She just watched and walked over and held the broken fingers in her hand, almost as if she was holding a small child. She wasn't sure why, but she felt for this man. She wanted to make things better, but she really didn't know how. But she kissed his hand and hugged him like she was married to him and it was nothing. He did the same. Upon drawing back their eyes locked and there was a brief moment of bliss and ignorance to the crime scene and significant others. She was single and he knew that and he was married and she knew that herself. It would be wrong for them to even think about anything other then being friends.
A couple of weeks later while he was at work, his wife was killed. He came home and found her corpse with a knife in her back. He screamed and damned everyone in the world to Hell...but Monica Reyes who was still in town. He tried to look at her dead...lifeless body, but he couldn't. His Soul refused to let him. He slide down the wall by the refrigerator and cried. Her blood covered his blue suit and hands, but he didn't give a damn. He didn't care what the hell anyone thought. He was too depressed...numb to care. It was like everything that he'd come to know in his life had just been rapidly taken away from him. The two things that meant more to him then his own life...were taken away and he was left with nothing. In an act of desperation he called Monica. He didn't understand why, and he didn't really think about why. He had her take him out to the local cafe and they shared a apple pie -- his favorite as well as hers -- and talked about things. Time seemed to get away from him like it never had in his life. Monica was...just so...amazing. She was so beautiful and level headed...she was...his Soul mate and he wanted to tell her that, but she would probably think that it was the stress of losing his wife and son all within about a month and he really didn't mean it...or would she? He couldn't stand to take the risk of doing that, so he just kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything. He was too scared that this woman that he found extremely attractive and smart would say no, and then how could he live with himself? And he always said that it was better to be friends first and then work on the romance and relationship...but why was this one different? Was she his true love? No...couldn't be...but as they talked and talked his mind kept drifting back to that. It was not something he would readily admit...but it was lurking there...and he knew he couldn't fight it too long.
His mind was slung back to the real world when he heard the soft click - click of high heels. He knew right then it wasn't a male that would be his partner, and he could smell the familiar fragrance of flowers and roses that had driven him up and down the walls when he knew her. His heart skipped a beat and he knew it was her. She came in and a smile crossed his sullen face. She smiled back and lightly knocked on the already open door.
"May I come in?"
"Yes, you may."
"Thanks, John. How you been?"
"Good, and yourself, Monica?"
"Thinking about some stuff, but that doesn't really matter, what does is that I'm here to be your partner for this case..."
"Oh, yeah!"
"So what do we got?" she asked, coming over to his desk and leaning over. He grabbed a manila folder and handed it to her. She took it and he came around and stood behind her.
"New York City, found dead in an ally way. No one knows who he is, but a bible was found with him and in his own blood he wrote that 'the end of a thousand years has come, He shall come and seek his wife'. And I am guessing that this is Satanic and that is why I asked for someone from your office, hoping it was you and well, here you are, Monica."
"Sounds interesting. Got any leads?"
"Just that it was guessed to be suicide. Coroner can't really say because the man had his tongue cut out, too. Looks self inflicted, but again...just a speculation. No one can really say in this case." explained John to Monica. They sat down and looked over the pictures. They looked like something that would be found in some sick George Romero or Stephen King movie, but this was real and it was twice as gut churning. Why would someone write such a thing and cut out a man's tongue? John and Monica would soon find out...and then something much more sinister...that neither would expect.