Title: Drops of Jupitor pt. B

By: Amanda

Feedback: greenfreakgirl@tomgreen.com

Rating: PG

Summery: Find out what the guys did while Mulder and Anderea talked. Byers P.O.V.

Date Finished: June 27, 2001

The Lone Gunmen Headquarters

8:30 a.m.

It made me uncomfortable splitting the group up like this. I mean Langly was so against checking up on Anderea while Frohike was so set on it. I guess I can understand both sides though. Trust is a very big issue for us. It has to be to survive this business. I still don't like the separation between us on this. Myself, I'm not sure about her. Part of me trusts her, the other doesn't.

"Let's go punk," Frohike was on a rampage with Langly.

I sat in the back of the VW with Langly, figured it was better to stay as far away from Frohike as possible.

"Byers?" Langly whispered.

"Yes," I figured I should keep with the tone Langly used. He must've not wanted Frohike to hear.

He took a deep breath and paused while Frohike muttered to himself. "Does Anderea remind you of Suzanne?"

There was a question I wasn't expecting. I hadn't heard her voice out loud in years. But I had thought about her everyday. Maybe Anderea was like Suzanne and that's why I couldn't trust her fully. But maybe she wasn't. I couldn't tell.

Langly was looking for an answer. I assume he thought that I had already thought about any comparison between the two of them. But I hadn't.

"I don't think so," that's all I had to tell him.

He smiled and relaxed. I think he cares about her. Really cares about her. I really hope for his sake that she's not like Suzanne. I wouldn't wish this kind of pain on anyone. I dug my hands in my pockets and found her ring. 'Someday' Why do I carry it around with me still? Do I really expect to just run in to her one day? I really hope Anderea's not like her.

"Where's the apartment?!" Frohike bellowed from the front seat, snapping me back to the reality.

"Do we really need to do this?" Langly was still protesting the invasion into Anderea's life. Much like Jimmy when we went to, what we thought, was Yves hotel room.

"Just tell me!" Frohike was in an exceptionally rotten mood today.

"Turn down here," Langly crossed his arms over his chest.

Elevator in Anderea's Apartment Building

8:49 a.m.

"What floor?" Frohike was completely on edge.

Langly pressed the floor number, "5".

Such a normal apartment building, I wonder if she had a normal life? But how could she if she was looking for the truth like us? Was that what she was doing?

When the elevator doors opened Frohike forced a smile and a nod for the elderly couple waiting to board. I pressed the button to hold the door open for them. I can only imagine what they must be thinking seeing the three of us. *laugh*

Frohike pushed Langly down the hallway, "What apartment?" I followed.

We walked to the end of the hall, near the stairs and stopped. "56".

Langly stood in front of the door, "This is it, right?" He looked at Frohike.

"Let's just get in there," He pushed the taller one to one side and pushed open the door. The place was in a shambles. It was even worse than the mess we leave in the warehouse. The computer was over turned, books and papers were thrown all over the place. It did appear that someone had been looking for something.

"Just stay out of her personal stuff," that was Langly's last protest. It was obvious that Frohike couldn't be deterred from his 'mission.' He stood there with crossed arms as Frohike started to rummage through the wreckage.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Frohike pulled a gadget out of his duffel bag.

"What do you expect me to do?" Langly was make sure to be as uncooperative as possible.

Frohike clasped his fingerless-gloved hands into firsts, "Just stay out of my way." He turned back to the duffel bag.

I just stood there. It's usually better to stay out of their way when they fight.

"I'm going to get some of her stuff together," Langly disappeared into the bedroom.

Frohike only grunted as he started to dust the computer with his fingerprinting kit.

"They trashed this room too," Langly reported from the other room.

"Don't touch everything in there than, I want to fingerprint," Frohike demanded. He was a little more civil to him this time.

"You know if you find her finger prints, that doesn't prove your little theory," Langly couldn't just let Frohike calm down, "She does live here!"

9:29 a.m.

The last half-hour was spent in compete silence, except for the non-sensical muttering from Langly and Frohike. Langly packed up some stuff for Anderea. I could only imagine what that guy would think a woman would need. *sigh* Frohike finished dusting and going over the apartment with a fine tooth comb. He didn't say if he found anything or not. Myself, I thought about Suzanne. She always drifted into my head. I sometimes wish she'd drifted out of my heart. I slipped the ring on, no I could never really wish that.

The trip down to the VW van was in the same silence. This time I sat in the front with Frohike, hoping I would be able to talk to him. Langly was in the back on the van, I think he was sorting out what he packed for Anderea.

Fred's Junk Yard

10:19 a.m.

Frohike gave Langly the old part from the security system, "Use that charm of yours and get us a replacement."

"I think Fred likes me a little too much," Langly whined.

"I don't care if he wants your skinny ass," Frohike was a little more like himself, "go get the part."

"The guy smells like cat-food…and I don't see any cats around here," Langly muttered to himself as he walked throw the fence gate into the yard.

This was as good of a time to ask him what was wrong as any, "Frohike?" I wanted to make sure he wouldn't bite my head off.

"Ya, buddy?" he was relaxed a bit, but just stared out the windshield.

I had to find the right to word this, "What's got to you today?"

He tightened his grasp on the steering wheel, "This story is a little too familiar."

"What is?" I wasn't all that clear about what story he ment. Did Anderea remind him of Suzanne?

"The ransacked rooms, and government ambushes," he replied, "My brother used to tell me the same thing."

"You have a brother?" I was surprised. None of us really talk about our pasts or families, but I was still surprised that I didn't know.

"Had," he tightened his hands on the wheel, "Frank, my older brother."

"Frank Frohike?" I had to try not to laugh at the alliteration.

"No, he was just my half brother, different fathers. So he missed out on the Frohike Sex Appeal," he laughed a little. "We all didn't come from 50's style sitcom families," He let go of the wheel and wiped his mouth. "He'd tell me about coming home to his house being ransacked. Said it had something to do with the father of his wife's daughter. I'd say that's what caused his accident too"

I looked at him.

"Car accident. Wiped out the whole family as far as I know. Happened about ten years ago. Girl was sixteen," he choked up a little.

"And you think Anderea is connected somehow?" I was trying to put it all together.

"What Langly told us sounds the same, and the room. But they came out of it," Frohike was deep into thinking about this, piecing it all together. Then he changed, softened, "You know I'm just looking out for him, for us."

I nodded.

He looked out the windshield toward Langly who was trying to avoid Fred while they talked. "No matter how much he annoys me…he's like my younger brother," He sniffled, "You guys are my family." I know what he wanted to say after that, so he didn't have to say it. We all cared about each other. We just never said it in words.

"I got your damn part!" Langly jumped into the back of the van.

Frohike took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, "It's about time," his voice was still shaky.

"Well next time you talk to cat-food man," he leaned on the tops of the front seats, sticking his head between us. "What's wrong? You guys seem like someone died."

'Insert your foot in your mouth there Langly.'

"You would have been if you took any longer," Frohike had regained himself and started the van.

The Lone Gunmen Headquarters

10:45 a.m.

Mulder was basically waiting at the door for us. I think that worried Frohike.

"Find out anything?" he asked the agent as soon as he got close enough.

"Don't ask me to explain, but I trust her. She's on our side." Mulder rushed his reply and rushed out. I think he wanted to avoid any other question's Frohike or any of us would have.

Langly had an I-told-you-so look on his face, "Satisfied?"

Frohike shook his head. He took the part and went to fix the system. I think he was hoping for some closer from this. Langly didn't ask me if I was happy with the revelation. I think he was happy enough when I said Anderea wasn't like Suzanne. He rushed to see her, carrying her bag like a prize for her. He really did care about her.

I wasn't all that convinced that everything was fine just because she's not like other people. And I wasn't sure I couldn't trust her because she had the same story as someone else. I think Mulder's words sealed it for me, "I trust her, she's on our side." That was comforting.

The lights dimmed than went back to full power.

"Ah shit!" Frohike yelled from behind the mainframe, "I blew a god damned fuse!"

THE END