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Jupitor

The next thing I remember was a blur. There were tons of people crawling all over and I had a pounding headache.

"Derea," Langly was holding me with a blanket over my shoulder, "Guys, she's snapped out of it," His voice had an urgency to it, "hey are you okay? Please tell me you're okay."

"yeah," my throat was dry and my eyes started to adjust as I saw a pair of people walk over to where I was. My first thought was that they looked like cheap rip-offs of Mulder and Scully.

The man checked his notes, "Miss Jupitor? I'm agent John Doggett and this is Monica Reyes." They flashed badges at me. He seemed foreign to his suit, very uncomfortable. And she didn't strike me as an F.B.I. agent at all. Her clothing was far too casual, compared to the suits of agent Scully she was a high schooler dressed for the mall.

"Yes?" the reason these F.B.I. agents were there eluded me. I couldn't really remember anything clearly yet. It was all very hazy. And wasn't it Mulder who sent us here?

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about the last few days," Doggett replied, "Are you feeling up to it?"

Before I could reply Frohike popped into view, "Can we back off a bit G-Man, she just came to!?" His face was strained and weak, "You alright darlin'?" He patted my shoulder. Byers too looked distressed and fatigued. I felt guilty for having them this concerned for me.

"As far as I know, or can remember," I admitted through a half smirk, feeling shy in front of the two strangers.


"Of course," Doggett agreed, "But we are going to need a full statement."

"She'll talk to you when we get back to D.C." Frohike replied with annoyance, he really would have preferred to have Mulder or Scully or both come up instead of these two. These agents he didn't know or fully trust.

The two agents exchanged glances and nodded.

"Let's get out of here," Frohike seemed edgy being in the same area as a swan of F.B.I., "I wanna make sure you're okay," he gave an evil eye to Langly.

Langly helped me to my feet and over to the van, "You really don't remember everything?"

"Not really," I admitted, "But some of it I do."

"I'm really sorry for that stuff I said," he had a hangdog expression, "I just don't know why I said it, or….."

I stopped walking to look at him, "There was something interfering."

"The stuff was still…..I didn't…" he didn't know what to say, "You know how I really feel, I…."

I kissed him, "That's why I wouldn't go with him."

He looked at me strangely.

We made up…..

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"….. that's not an important fact to this, is it?" Anderea asked, fidgeting with her hands. She was seated on one side of a fairly large oak desk with Agents Reyes and Doggett on the other.

"I'm sure we have more than enough," Doggett replied getting a glare from Reyes. He still felt that all these quote-unquote cases were a waste of government time. Vampires, sure. He fought as hard as he could not to roll his eyes.

Anderea nodded. She wanted out of here badly. Never been comfortable in government buildings or employees for that matter. And the fact that the guys weren't allowed to wait for her in the hall disturbed her. Never had good luck with the government. But Mulder and Scully had both assured her that she would be fine.

"Thank you Miss Jupitor," Monica Reyes extended her hand, "Your feelings are very important to understanding this case." She still didn't strike Anderea as an agent, much too touchy-feely. And her partner didn't seem to thrilled with all of her either.

"I can leave than?" she tried not too seem too anxious to leave as she shook the agent's hand in return.

Doggett nodded as he collected all the papers and such that were spread out over the table. The other agent rose with Anderea as she stood to leave.

She smiled and nodded before all but running out the office door into the cool hallway. She stood there for a moment looked up and down the long corridor. "Which way is it?" she thought to herself as she reached up to scratch the base of her neck. It felt like two small bumps. Mosquito bites? No, they feel more indented. She thought for a moment, than smiled. Langly did make it up to her. She giggled, it couldn't be anything else….. Could it?