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 Four
I Wake In Pain
Marcy's Tavern
Downtown New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
Bill Andersen watched as people came and gone from the bar. He was alone, as always. And when he did try and pick someone up...they usually turned him down. He hated the way that women could so easily tease and tantalize a man and then leave him for someone else and then do the same for the guy that she'd left him for. It was fucking bullshit. In his eyes, anyway. It seemed so unfair. Like it was cheating at the Game of Love. Why? Because when someone is in Love they don't really think too much and then they will do whatever she wants and then she plays him...uses him and then leaves him out on the street to fend for himself -- hurt and broken -- to be with yet another man that she can fuck and screw off of and then do the exact same thing to him! It was like a law that only a woman could do that -- and get away with it -- where if a man did it...it was considered Adultery and he would have charges pressed against him. And no chance he was gonna get stuck with that, so he was careful when he went out to the bar to pick up a chick.
His girlfriend left him after two years of going out. She said he wasn't all that good in bed, and that she needed better. Another thing that he hated. Women were so hard to please in bed! Why? All a woman has to do to a man is touch him and he is off like a rocket! Where a woman has to be had and found...and that is just so sexist. He sighed as the thought of these things and sipped his beer. He'd been there since noon and here it was nine at night and not a damn babe came to see him...and stayed more then five minutes. And the fact that he wasn't all that drunk was a surprise. He'd only had about three drink in the time we was there. He usually had way more then that and then he would be drunk off his ass. Always look better at closing time, as they always said and he was one of the guys who knew that quote to be true. He like closing time and that is what he always would shoot for. What the hell could be do that would merit him anything? And as he liked to say...it always starts with one thing...and he don't know why. He looked down at his watch again, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive...which he was...some drunk skirt that he could have and would be pleased with his performance and not have to worry about her leaving him, because she was as drunk and him and in the end...just don't matter. Wake up to a Coyote Ugly. He'd done that a few times, but that was back when he was young...he was twenty nine now and more mature and had better taste in women. Those who didn't fuck him or look like they would were always a good way to get off and have some good ol' fun.
For once in his worthless life he needed to get on and do something. He had an odd feeling that with the close of the millennium his life would be better, but that was just a feeling and he'd had a lot of them over the years. He once thought that he was gonna meet his dream girl...and she turned out to much more then just a girl that he liked...she had a dirty little secret that -- if he'd known sooner he might have kept with her, but to just spring it on him was something that threw him away -- that she was a man. She'd had a sex change. It freaked him out and he threw her out. They are still friends, but that was always a scary thing for him, falling for another guy...even if he was now a she. His friends would never let him live that down. Then there was the girl that his pal Andy set him up with...she turned out to be a whore. Not exactly the normal kind, but more like an escort. He didn't mind that too much, but he wanted a single sex partner relationship and in the end that was not what he needed to know -- that the woman he was seeing was off fucking other guys while he was home watching some stupid infomercial from Miss Cleo. And that was going overly low. Miss Cleo was a whole reason for his life sucking. But that was thrown out like yesterdays garbage when he found that even Miss Cleo was not enough to blame all his problems in life for. He just wanted to know that there was someone that could be blamed, but that wasn't the answer and he knew it, and he didn't feel a single bit bad in blaming others.
She hated her life. She felt so alone and so lost without someone to hold her close and make sure that she was okay and that nothing would ever happen to her. That was part of the reason that she was a bar hopper. She needed to find someone, and she thought that maybe one of the drunk guys would be her true love, and it wouldn't be so odd, since her friend Julia had run into her Dream Man at a bar. In a way she was hoping that she would have the same Blind Luck. And maybe she would. Maybe not. She had no idea and she wasn't about to really go into a guilt trip over it. Allison was her own woman and she had no time for guilt trips. It was a thing of the past. And starting today she was gonna be better. She saw a lonely looking guy at the bar, and over the last hour or so debated whether she should go over and say hello or not. He just seemed so alone...lost and with no one in life...but what if he was a rapist? What is he was an ex-sex offender? Was she really ready to take that gamble? It wasn't like she hadn't done something like that before, no. She'd once sat down and talked to an ex serial killer who had been released on good behavior. That scared the hell out of her once she found out what he was and she stopped seeing him. She also moved away and came to New York. She'd only been there about two years and that wasn't no reason that she couldn't be hip and cool, too. That was another flaw in her character that most of her friends said. She was too interested in having a man in her life and being down with the newest style that she wasn't listening to who she really was.
When she first came to New York City from Jackson, New Jersey she was afraid to be in such a big city, but she quickly found that it wasn't all that big and she didn't really have to be too afraid, since she could get a CCP and carry a small handgun -- just in case...and she liked that comfort. She liked knowing that if anything went down and she was raped or mugged she could pull the gun and shot the fucker. She felt better knowing that. She was always into the fact that being safe came at some cost and the cost of a man's life was one that she really didn't mind. She finally decided that if she didn't take the chance that she may be spending this Christmas alone. And she didn't want to do that again. It was only a couple of days away and she really hated the idea of it. It scared her a lot to be alone with no one to be with. Hold her. Tell her that things would be just fine and that there was always an answer to the things that plagued her mind and that she was a special person. She needed that. She wanted it. She desired it and without she felt limp and numb. Not a person, but a thing that people could look at and say "Heh." to. And that was a feeling that she also hated, having been used as many time as she was. So she got up and cautiously made her way over to Bill who was now just getting his fourth beer of the night.
"Hey you." she said, trying to sound sexy.
"Hey." he said in a glum reply that sounded more like a grunt then a hey.
"How you doing?"
"I'm good, yourself?"
"I'm good too." she said, smiling and drinking some of her Vodka. Bill smiled at her and she sensed that there was some sparks, but she wasn't sure how many, just yet. Soon enough she would and she would know if she wanted to take this guy out and have some fun...but no sleep with him...yet.
"Good to know, so you lookin for someone to talk to or do I look like the kind of guy you wanna take home to mom?"
"Oh...lookin for someone to talk to...maybe more. Depends on the guy who I am talkin to and if he is nice." she said.
"Oh, well...I'm just a lone man looking for someone to have some fun with...maybe get to know her better, if she'd let me." he said, sipping his beer.
"Sounds like we have a few things in common...Mr...?"
"Andersen. Bill Andersen." he replied.
"Allison, but my friends call my Ally Cat. Pleasure to meet you."
"Same. Wanna go to my place? Not that I would try anything, but ya know...it'd be nice and I had some really good wine..." he said, trailing off. He didn't want to make her feel like he was gonna fuck her and then leave, but he felt that was how it was coming out. And he really was that kind of guy. At all.
"Sure." she said, getting her coat and smiling. Within a few mintues they were off and on the way to his place.
McGee's Motel
I 29 South Manhattan, New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
John finished buttoning his shirt back up and looked himself in the mirror. He examined his crude facial features and grinned to himself. After what he just got done doing...he had a right to be happy and grinning. He didn't really want to have sex with Monica, but the fact that she was there...it was late...he looked over at the clock aside the bed. It's reddish colored numbers burned a 11:21 PM into his eyes. He hadn't noticed that he'd spent that much time with her, considering they'd started around 10:30, and that was after a couple of minutes just talking. She was great though. She was one of the best he'd ever done. Her firm breasts...soft skin...silk - like lips...she was like a sweet tart and cake all in one, and he really liked that in a woman. She was his ideal woman. And he knew it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, after all his wife had been murdered about a year ago and as cruel as it may seem he had to move on and his life moving again. Start dating again. And as it stood right now, Monica Reyes was the best he was gonna get and it felt so damn right. He saw how that cop -- Jericho Cane -- had been looking at her and that made him a little uneasy, but after the night they'd just shared...he wasn't all that worried. He had no reason to be, and it was clear that she had feelings for him. Very clear. You don't come into a guys room at 10:30 in the night to talk and then have sex with him if you didn't have some feelings for him or you were a fucking whore or just plain drunk off your ass. And as far as he could tell...she was not any of those...but she did have some feelings for him.
The way she was slow and passionate added to his idealism that she liked him. And she was surprisingly gentle on him...as if he was a toy that she'd found and didn't want to make all too trite too fast. And he really liked that because to him...slow and passionate sex was a sure sign that there was something more then just a crush. There was love. He smiled over at her, as she buttoned up her silk blouse and threw her shoes back on. She looked so damn beautiful in the dark light with a hint of light shining into the room from the hallway. She just smiled back and walked over, threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him gently on the cheek and walked back over. God was she beautiful. And it wasn't a damn thing he'd rather be doing right now then be with her. Her bangs covered her eyes and she seemed to be hiding and that was another turn on for John. Bangs. Women with bangs were cute and sexy as hell at the same time, and damnit, Monica had it all. The phone rang and she walked over, more like floated over in John's eyes...and answered in her sex voice that was yet another things that made him ever so hot.
"Monica Reyes...yes...okay...thank you Mr. Cane. We will be there as soon as we can." she said, hanging up and looked to John.
"Jericho?"
"Yes. And they have another body."
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 Four
I Wake In Pain
Marcy's Tavern
Downtown New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
Bill Andersen watched as people came and gone from the bar. He was alone, as always. And when he did try and pick someone up...they usually turned him down. He hated the way that women could so easily tease and tantalize a man and then leave him for someone else and then do the same for the guy that she'd left him for. It was fucking bullshit. In his eyes, anyway. It seemed so unfair. Like it was cheating at the Game of Love. Why? Because when someone is in Love they don't really think too much and then they will do whatever she wants and then she plays him...uses him and then leaves him out on the street to fend for himself -- hurt and broken -- to be with yet another man that she can fuck and screw off of and then do the exact same thing to him! It was like a law that only a woman could do that -- and get away with it -- where if a man did it...it was considered Adultery and he would have charges pressed against him. And no chance he was gonna get stuck with that, so he was careful when he went out to the bar to pick up a chick.
His girlfriend left him after two years of going out. She said he wasn't all that good in bed, and that she needed better. Another thing that he hated. Women were so hard to please in bed! Why? All a woman has to do to a man is touch him and he is off like a rocket! Where a woman has to be had and found...and that is just so sexist. He sighed as the thought of these things and sipped his beer. He'd been there since noon and here it was nine at night and not a damn babe came to see him...and stayed more then five minutes. And the fact that he wasn't all that drunk was a surprise. He'd only had about three drink in the time we was there. He usually had way more then that and then he would be drunk off his ass. Always look better at closing time, as they always said and he was one of the guys who knew that quote to be true. He like closing time and that is what he always would shoot for. What the hell could be do that would merit him anything? And as he liked to say...it always starts with one thing...and he don't know why. He looked down at his watch again, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive...which he was...some drunk skirt that he could have and would be pleased with his performance and not have to worry about her leaving him, because she was as drunk and him and in the end...just don't matter. Wake up to a Coyote Ugly. He'd done that a few times, but that was back when he was young...he was twenty nine now and more mature and had better taste in women. Those who didn't fuck him or look like they would were always a good way to get off and have some good ol' fun.
For once in his worthless life he needed to get on and do something. He had an odd feeling that with the close of the millennium his life would be better, but that was just a feeling and he'd had a lot of them over the years. He once thought that he was gonna meet his dream girl...and she turned out to much more then just a girl that he liked...she had a dirty little secret that -- if he'd known sooner he might have kept with her, but to just spring it on him was something that threw him away -- that she was a man. She'd had a sex change. It freaked him out and he threw her out. They are still friends, but that was always a scary thing for him, falling for another guy...even if he was now a she. His friends would never let him live that down. Then there was the girl that his pal Andy set him up with...she turned out to be a whore. Not exactly the normal kind, but more like an escort. He didn't mind that too much, but he wanted a single sex partner relationship and in the end that was not what he needed to know -- that the woman he was seeing was off fucking other guys while he was home watching some stupid infomercial from Miss Cleo. And that was going overly low. Miss Cleo was a whole reason for his life sucking. But that was thrown out like yesterdays garbage when he found that even Miss Cleo was not enough to blame all his problems in life for. He just wanted to know that there was someone that could be blamed, but that wasn't the answer and he knew it, and he didn't feel a single bit bad in blaming others.
She hated her life. She felt so alone and so lost without someone to hold her close and make sure that she was okay and that nothing would ever happen to her. That was part of the reason that she was a bar hopper. She needed to find someone, and she thought that maybe one of the drunk guys would be her true love, and it wouldn't be so odd, since her friend Julia had run into her Dream Man at a bar. In a way she was hoping that she would have the same Blind Luck. And maybe she would. Maybe not. She had no idea and she wasn't about to really go into a guilt trip over it. Allison was her own woman and she had no time for guilt trips. It was a thing of the past. And starting today she was gonna be better. She saw a lonely looking guy at the bar, and over the last hour or so debated whether she should go over and say hello or not. He just seemed so alone...lost and with no one in life...but what if he was a rapist? What is he was an ex-sex offender? Was she really ready to take that gamble? It wasn't like she hadn't done something like that before, no. She'd once sat down and talked to an ex serial killer who had been released on good behavior. That scared the hell out of her once she found out what he was and she stopped seeing him. She also moved away and came to New York. She'd only been there about two years and that wasn't no reason that she couldn't be hip and cool, too. That was another flaw in her character that most of her friends said. She was too interested in having a man in her life and being down with the newest style that she wasn't listening to who she really was.
When she first came to New York City from Jackson, New Jersey she was afraid to be in such a big city, but she quickly found that it wasn't all that big and she didn't really have to be too afraid, since she could get a CCP and carry a small handgun -- just in case...and she liked that comfort. She liked knowing that if anything went down and she was raped or mugged she could pull the gun and shot the fucker. She felt better knowing that. She was always into the fact that being safe came at some cost and the cost of a man's life was one that she really didn't mind. She finally decided that if she didn't take the chance that she may be spending this Christmas alone. And she didn't want to do that again. It was only a couple of days away and she really hated the idea of it. It scared her a lot to be alone with no one to be with. Hold her. Tell her that things would be just fine and that there was always an answer to the things that plagued her mind and that she was a special person. She needed that. She wanted it. She desired it and without she felt limp and numb. Not a person, but a thing that people could look at and say "Heh." to. And that was a feeling that she also hated, having been used as many time as she was. So she got up and cautiously made her way over to Bill who was now just getting his fourth beer of the night.
"Hey you." she said, trying to sound sexy.
"Hey." he said in a glum reply that sounded more like a grunt then a hey.
"How you doing?"
"I'm good, yourself?"
"I'm good too." she said, smiling and drinking some of her Vodka. Bill smiled at her and she sensed that there was some sparks, but she wasn't sure how many, just yet. Soon enough she would and she would know if she wanted to take this guy out and have some fun...but no sleep with him...yet.
"Good to know, so you lookin for someone to talk to or do I look like the kind of guy you wanna take home to mom?"
"Oh...lookin for someone to talk to...maybe more. Depends on the guy who I am talkin to and if he is nice." she said.
"Oh, well...I'm just a lone man looking for someone to have some fun with...maybe get to know her better, if she'd let me." he said, sipping his beer.
"Sounds like we have a few things in common...Mr...?"
"Andersen. Bill Andersen." he replied.
"Allison, but my friends call my Ally Cat. Pleasure to meet you."
"Same. Wanna go to my place? Not that I would try anything, but ya know...it'd be nice and I had some really good wine..." he said, trailing off. He didn't want to make her feel like he was gonna fuck her and then leave, but he felt that was how it was coming out. And he really was that kind of guy. At all.
"Sure." she said, getting her coat and smiling. Within a few mintues they were off and on the way to his place.
McGee's Motel
I 29 South Manhattan, New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
John finished buttoning his shirt back up and looked himself in the mirror. He examined his crude facial features and grinned to himself. After what he just got done doing...he had a right to be happy and grinning. He didn't really want to have sex with Monica, but the fact that she was there...it was late...he looked over at the clock aside the bed. It's reddish colored numbers burned a 11:21 PM into his eyes. He hadn't noticed that he'd spent that much time with her, considering they'd started around 10:30, and that was after a couple of minutes just talking. She was great though. She was one of the best he'd ever done. Her firm breasts...soft skin...silk - like lips...she was like a sweet tart and cake all in one, and he really liked that in a woman. She was his ideal woman. And he knew it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, after all his wife had been murdered about a year ago and as cruel as it may seem he had to move on and his life moving again. Start dating again. And as it stood right now, Monica Reyes was the best he was gonna get and it felt so damn right. He saw how that cop -- Jericho Cane -- had been looking at her and that made him a little uneasy, but after the night they'd just shared...he wasn't all that worried. He had no reason to be, and it was clear that she had feelings for him. Very clear. You don't come into a guys room at 10:30 in the night to talk and then have sex with him if you didn't have some feelings for him or you were a fucking whore or just plain drunk off your ass. And as far as he could tell...she was not any of those...but she did have some feelings for him.
The way she was slow and passionate added to his idealism that she liked him. And she was surprisingly gentle on him...as if he was a toy that she'd found and didn't want to make all too trite too fast. And he really liked that because to him...slow and passionate sex was a sure sign that there was something more then just a crush. There was love. He smiled over at her, as she buttoned up her silk blouse and threw her shoes back on. She looked so damn beautiful in the dark light with a hint of light shining into the room from the hallway. She just smiled back and walked over, threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him gently on the cheek and walked back over. God was she beautiful. And it wasn't a damn thing he'd rather be doing right now then be with her. Her bangs covered her eyes and she seemed to be hiding and that was another turn on for John. Bangs. Women with bangs were cute and sexy as hell at the same time, and damnit, Monica had it all. The phone rang and she walked over, more like floated over in John's eyes...and answered in her sex voice that was yet another things that made him ever so hot.
"Monica Reyes...yes...okay...thank you Mr. Cane. We will be there as soon as we can." she said, hanging up and looked to John.
"Jericho?"
"Yes. And they have another body."