Maturity Chapter 8: The Gift by Merlin and XochiLuvr
Category: MSM, Alternate Universe
Keywords: S,MSM, Alternate Universe
Rating: PG
Spoilers: off and on, everything up to and including the Movie, Season 6 never happened.
Summary: The Mulders go into the holidays with plans for celebration. An unexpected turn has them making other plans.
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, Maggie Scully, and the other regulars belong to Chris Carter and 1013. I am just borrowing them for a short adventure. The others however are mine.
A/N: Special thanks to XochiLuvr for his help with this one, he helped me smooth a couple real rough spots!
Chapter 8: The Gift by Merlin and XochiLuvr
Karl's German AutoWerks
Washington DC
Monday Dec. 20, 1999, 4:45 p.m.
"Well, Mr. Mulder, what do you think?"
"Looks good, Karl," he replied as he climbed into the car.
Fox Mulder looked over the interior of the car carefully, and gently ran his hands over the tiny plaque with its gold lettering. It read 'Blue Eyes,' and sparkled in the dim light. The leather seats smelled like a new car and the rest of the interior was immaculate.
Mulder climbed out of the car and walked around it a couple of times. The Jade Green Metallic paint glittered in the light of the showroom. The chrome was polished to a high gloss, and everything was spotless.
"Did you have any problems with the modifications?"
"Not at all, Mr. Mulder. We were able to boost the turbo output, tighten up the suspension, and make the shifting smoother, just as you asked."
The two men walked back to the office as they talked.
"There won't be any problems with the delivery, will there?"
"No, Mr. Mulder. We have that all set up already. The guys will get into Baltimore, arrive at your Mother in Law's house, and the box and wrapping paper are already prepared and ready to go. As long as the garage is ready, we are, as well."
"Good, I want this to be a surprise."
"I'm sure it will, Mr. Mulder."
Karl handed Mulder the second set of keys to the car. As long as he had owned Karl's German AutoWerks, he had never known anyone like Fox Mulder. The man had walked through the door and said he wanted a 1981 Porsche 930 Turbo Carrera. It had to be in mint condition, and he wanted several custom modifications made. Karl had mentioned it would be expensive, but before he could finish speaking, Mulder placed a Cashier's check on the desk for seventy five thousand dollars, and said if that ran out to let him know. He put the list of requirements on the desk as well, and asked if Karl could do it. Now, three weeks later, and the car was ready to deliver. It would be placed inside a large cardboard box and left in Mrs. Scully's garage by Friday.
Mulder left the shop and headed to the Lone Gunmen's to drop off their Christmas gifts. He would also be picking up Sabrina McKay from there, to give her a ride to a restaurant in Alexandria where he and Scully would be having dinner with Skinner and Sabrina. Scully had been stuck with a late lecture at Quantico where she was talking about the importance of forensic evidence to the new class. Skinner was out there as well, speaking to one of the graduating classes at the academy, so it only made sense that the four of them swap partners and carpool.
Mulder was not entirely comfortable with having a social life as yet, but had promised his wife they'd get out more.
My wife, he thought, subconsciously bringing a smile to his face. They'd only been married a little over six weeks, but they were so comfortable with each other that sometimes it seemed as though they had been together forever.
After Sabrina McKay greeted Mulder and entered the car, she watched the man beside of her out of the corner of her eye. He was like no other man she had ever met. Well, aside from Walt, that is. He'd saved her life, and the life of his partner, and passed it off as though it had been an everyday occurrence. And he expected no thanks in return. That's just the way Mulder was, she mused, you just had to learn to accept it.
In addition to meeting Mulder, Sabrina had become a good friend to Dana, and had become even closer to their former boss, Walter Skinner. Close enough, in fact, that she had moved in with him a week earlier. There had been a shake up at the FBI a couple of months back, and when the dust had settled, Walter had come out on top. He was now the Senior Assistant Director of the Eastern Region, a fancy title that meant he was now in charge over the other three A.D.'s on the East Coast. It gave him a unique opportunity to keep an eye on a large number of people in the Bureau, and make sure any activities not in the F.B.I.'s best interest were halted. God knows, Sabrina thought to herself, where she worked there were enough conspiracy theories floating around for three Bureaus to investigate.
"So, are you checking your place for bugs yet?" asked Mulder.
Sabrina was startled for a second, then asked, "How did you know?"
"Just a lucky guess. I always feel that way after spending time with them."
"You know, ninety percent of what used to come through there is pure BS, but what really scares me is the ten percent that's possible. The magazine is starting to become much more popular, though, so I guess there are a lot of people who agree with them, or at least the possibilities."
"The reader base is becoming so large they had to hire me, and are planning to add at least one more member to their staff by the end of the month. I think the magazine is going through what analysts call a 'mainstream restructuring.' They hired me to help them prove their conspiracy theories, and to give them the look of a more serious news magazine. When I told my parents how much they're paying me, my mom fainted. But the three of them are so dedicated, they don't need the huge staff most magazine companies require. Most of the production is automated, and all the money they've saved in the process goes to keeping their few employees as dedicated as possible. Since I've joined them, their readership has more than quintupled, and LGM has gone from a basement subversive rag to something you wouldn't be ashamed to buy in a supermarket. The Vice-President is even a subscriber!"
"I know. I saw it when I went out for milk last week. Almost had a coronary in the checkout line," Mulder chuckled, "but what scares me even more than their newfound popularity are the conspiracies that are covered up more completely than anything even you could dig out."
"As far as your heart troubles, just wait until they go national next month. As for your comment on my abilities, give me enough time, and I can dig up anything you want," she challenged.
"Try digging up actual information on the Majestic 12," countered Mulder.
"What is it?" she asked.
"The Majestic 12 was a group formed by President Eisenhower to deal with UFO activity in the early 50's. There is a lot of crap info out there on the 'net, but there has to be some real info somewhere."
"I'll look around a bit," was all she said.
The rest of the drive was made with only small talk, and after asking what he had gotten Dana for Christmas, Sabrina got the feeling that Mulder had spent way too much for a Christmas present.
They reached Augustine's Restaurant about ten minutes after six.
After learning the other two members of the party were already seated, they were led to the table where Scully and Walter were waiting. Mulder slid into the semi circle booth beside Scully and kissed her. Sabrina did the same with Walt.
Dinner was excellent and the conversation pleasant, if not a little awkward. They were all good friends, but came from such a varied background that they had problems finding a common ground for conversation. They did enjoy spending time together though, and that seemed to be enough.
"What are your plans for the holidays?" asked Scully.
"We were invited to have dinner with some friends this year," replied Skinner, with a small smirk that only bald ex-Marines could pull off without looking silly.
"That's nice, anyone we know?" questioned Scully.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Your mother that invited us."
Mulder was sipping an after dinner drink and started to spew it out onto the table, but was able to choke most of it back.
"What is the matter Mulder?" asked Walter, again with the smirk, a little broader this time.
"Nothing, just kind of surprised is all." he answered between coughs.
"Okay, thought maybe you were afraid of us being around. Oh, before I forget - Thursday is the Annual FBI Holiday Gala at the downtown Sheraton. You are going to be there, right?"
"Yes, Walter, we bought the tickets weeks ago," Scully answered for her still out of breath husband.
"Hawk gave me the message to pass onto you, since the Director called a late staff meeting for that afternoon, and Mulder is required to attend both."
Mulder started to shift around and was starting to speak when Skinner cut him off.
"And don't think that you can duck either one, Mulder. As SAC of your group, you are required to attend."
"What time will the meeting be over sir?" asked Scully.
"Not until about six, which won't leave much time to get ready for the Gala," he answered. "Tell you what Mulder, bring your tux and everything and I'll take you to a Turkish Bath I know. It's what I always do when I have a date or something important to attend, and time is short. It'll make you feel great."
Mulder looked at Scully who gave a nod that no one but him noticed, and looked back at Skinner.
"Okay sir. I am in your hands."
"You will have him there on time, won't you, sir?" asked Scully.
"Scouts honor, Scully. We can't let the FBI poster boy miss this."
They chatted a little more and then left for their respective homes.
J Edgar Hoover Building
Washington DC
Monday Dec. 23, 1999, 5:05 p.m.
The meeting was still dragging on, with no end in sight, and all over such a simple topic. They were trying to set up a method of sharing information between departments. Apparently, some cases had fallen into the situation of overlapping jurisdictions, and yet the information was not being shared properly. Everyone argued back and forth for what felt like hours, and it seemed like they had simply decided to set up an e-mail newsletter. Mulder groaned inwardly at the idea of the Bureau's vast resources being used for something little better than electronic garbage.
"Look." he spoke. "We've spent a fortune on our computer network here, and have a huge support staff of experts. How about we set up an internal web site database dedicated to just what you are talking about. We would be able to access current, as well as archived data, and would be able to do searches for information much quicker. Once the web guys set up the site, they could design a form for us to submit, already designed to appear in the best format. The information would be readily available, but without bogging down our e-mail system with messages."
Mulder's idea was quickly accepted by the entire staff, and one of the VCU ASACs volunteered to supervise set up and any preliminaries. Mulder and Skinner quickly left and walked to the A.D.s office.
Both men quickly grabbed their garment bags and left the building. They walked about two and a half blocks down the street and entered a nondescript hotel. Mulder was surprised when Skinner went to the front desk and spoke to the concierge. The man smiled and led them through a room behind the desk.
They came to a rather large bald man all dressed in white with an earring, and Mulder immediately thought of Mr. Clean. Walter introduced Mulder to Habib, and they were escorted to a locker room. Both men stripped down and wrapped towels around themselves, and walked into a room that served as a barber shop. Both men were wrapped in steaming towels, then were given a quick trim and shave, followed by a facial massage.
Next, they were sent into a room where both were to be given a massage.
Just as the masseuse approached Skinner, he was surprised to find the muzzle of a pistol pressed up against the back of his head. Skinner rolled over, hearing the commotion, and looked to Mulder for confirmation regarding the disguised intruder.
"Hello, Alex. Did you think that we wouldn't recognize you?"
"Actually Mulder, I knew you would; just thought it would take a bit longer. Where'd the gun come from? Don't you like the idea of me giving you a massage?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. What do you want?"
"Have you heard of the resistance movement?"
"A little, here and there, mostly that it is supposed to be comprised of people who are against the consortium, who think we should fight against colonization."
"I have been a member for the last two years. Look, before you say anything Mulder, just listen to me. I don't want to become a slave to a race of aliens. I've done a lot of very bad things, as I'm sure you're aware of, but I am trying to make up for it by working to stop them from colonizing earth."
"Like you have that much power."
"Again, what do you want, Krycek?" asked Skinner.
"I just wanted to pass on some information. A tip, if you will. To prove to you that I'm telling the truth. Check the DNA on Melissa Scully's tissue samples."
"What?"
"You heard me. She's still alive. She was cloned, and her clone was the one shot. Although the body appeared to be the correct age, her mind was only two years old. If you look at her tissue samples you will find traces of accelerated, artificial aging, and branched DNA."
Mulder ground the barrel of the gun into the back of Krycek's head a little harder.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know, Mulder. If I did, I would have returned her as proof of what I am telling you."
"So what the hell is the deal here, Krycek? You trying to distract us from something?"
"NO! I told you that she is still alive to prove something to you. You can verify it by checking the DNA, then you can start your geek friends looking for her. It was the plan to return her if you got too close to something. To distract you. What I am telling you is that you will get the X-Files back, eventually. Our group wants you to have no distractions when that time comes."
"I have no idea where she is, though I do know that she was given amnesia and transferred to another state. Every time you get close, they have triggered an event to distract you from your quest, or warn you not to continue. Scully's abduction, her cancer, Emily, Melissa's death. They know that if they can keep you sidetracked, they can keep you away from the truth."
Skinner was looking at Krycek, wondering how much to believe.
"Why tell us now?"
"Because there is nothing going on in their camp right now. If you can find her now, and get her back, and work harder to keep your family protected, they will have nothing to threaten you with when you get your old job back. We want you back on them and kicking down Spender's goddamned door."
Mulder mulled this over for a minute, then pulled the gun off Krycek's head. Keeping it aimed at the younger man, it was no longer grinding into the back of his head.
"So, what do you suggest?" asked Mulder.
"Like I said, have your friends search for a woman of her description who appeared in a hospital with amnesia some time after her "death." But please, verify what I am saying about the DNA before you go looking. I need you to believe me on this. Once her records turn up, you should have no problems locating her. If she's like the others, she's likely to regain her memories after confronting a trigger person, maybe Scully or her mother."
"Look, Mulder," said Krycek, "the coming year is going to be important for both sides. As the consortium moves toward colonization, we try to prevent it, and things are coming to a head. I've watched your finances grow, and I think it is time to consider hiring some bodyguards for the key players and their families."
"Who might that be?" asked Skinner.
"Mrs. Scully, your mother, The Lone Gunmen, Sabrina McKay, and Bill Scully and his wife, Tara."
"Not Charlie?" asked Mulder.
"Not necessary. He's a Navy Seal, and can take care of himself better than any of the others."
"Okay, but why?"
"They tell me that things are going to start happening, I don't know how they know, but they do. Do you remember the bounty hunter? The resistance movement has several of that race in its arsenal. We are keeping a loose backup on all of you, and will continue to as long as there is a threat."
"Who is the resistance?" asked Skinner.
"Mostly survivors of races whose planets were colonized, and others who fear it will happen to them. All involved want them stopped. The colonizers have been doing this to many worlds for thousands of years. They were here once a long, long time ago. Before there were enough people to host them. They left the black oil to further prepare the planet for colonization. Believe me Mulder, we do not want to be colonized. I've been told about planets where the surviving population is hunted down for sport, then infected with the black oil virus and released back to die in their community and used to infect others. I want no part of that."
"When I was first recruited by The Smoking Man, I was given this whole song and dance about how we were stalling off colonization. What I came to find out was that they sold out the human race, gave us up so that they could live like kings. Your father wanted to stop them, so they took your sister. And before you ask, no I do not know where she is, but I don't think they do either. At least not anymore. Don't believe me on just what I say, verify the info about Melissa Scully, and find her, but do it. Soon."
"What is your part in this, Krycek?"
"I'm just a messenger boy, my contribution so that earth does not get destroyed. Apparently, Mulder, your assigned task is that of hero." With that, Krycek turned and walked confidently from the room. As he crossed the threshold, he called out, "I'll be in touch, Mulder. Maybe next time I can really give you that massage."
Finally, Mulder and Skinner moved into a steam room where both relaxed for twenty minutes while they discussed the confrontation with Krycek, and finally agreed to not worry any of the Scully family other than Dana until any claims regarding Melissa were validated. The Assistant Director was still wary of any "alien conspiracies," but had long since decided to keep an open mind; Mulder, for all his faults, rarely gave anyone he trusted cause to disregard his theories. The man was correct entirely too often to discount anything anymore.
Leaving the sauna, they showered and dressed for the evening. Both tuxedos had been pressed to remove any wrinkles, and brushed clean. Shoes had been shined and their daily wear suits had been cleaned, pressed and put into the garment bags that earlier held their formal attire.
The pair dressed and picked up their possessions, then returned to the FBI Building. Leaving the garment bags in their respective offices, the agents caught a cab to the Washington Plaza Hotel.
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Thursday Dec. 23, 1999, 5:45 p.m.
Dana Scully and Sabrina McKay were rushing around putting the finishing touches on their Holiday Gala outfits. Dana was wearing a teal form fitting silk evening dress with a teal lace bodice, while Sabrina was wearing a blue satin strapless gown. They were gathering up the last of their things and Dana was trying to find her keys when the doorbell rang.
Sabrina peeked out the window, and asked, "Who do you know that rides in a limo?"
"I don't know anyone," replied Dana as she went to the door.
She pulled it open carefully, the chain still in place. She peered around the edge of the door and there was a uniformed limo driver there.
"Ms. Scully?" he asked.
"Yes."
"A Mr. Mulder thought perhaps that you would like a ride to your event."
"Oh he did, did he?"
At that moment her cell phone rang.
"Scully," she said putting up to her ear.
"It's me, I forgot to tell you I ordered a limo to pick you up."
"He just arrived."
"Okay, ask him for the code phrase. It should be, 'What was your dog's name?' and you answer. He will bring you to the Hotel, Walter and I will meet you there."
"Okay. See you then. Love you."
"Love you, too." The connection broke.
She verified the code phrase with the driver, and Dana and her friend stepped into the limo. They enjoyed soft music, and a quiet ride to the Holiday Gala. The limo pulled up to the doors of the Washington Plaza Hotel, and the doorman moved to open the door. The other people on the scene all stopped to watch the two beautiful women exit the white stretch, and Mulder and Skinner both walked out of the hotel lobby and joined the women to escort them to the party.
Hawk and his wife had grabbed a table for six and were holding seats for the two couples. Everyone sat down, ordered cocktails from the waitress, and made small talk until the announcer made his speech and introduced the band. A few couples made their way to the dance floor, but most walked around and mingled. Skinner and Sabrina got up and made the rounds, as did Hawk and his wife, leaving Mulder and Scully at the table.
"You're uncomfortable with this, aren't you?" asked Scully.
"Yes, I am. You know how I feel about these things."
"Yes, I do, but so many things have changed in the past year. More people are listening to you and trusting your insight. Few of your associates make spooky jokes anymore. You're becoming a legitimate force to be reckoned with. Oh, one last thing; if you show me a good time tonight you might get lucky later."
"Now we get to the good part!" said Mulder smiling.
"Well, let's get the schmoozing over with, and then you can dance with me," said Scully, standing up.
The pair wandered around the floor, greeting friends, co-workers and everyone else they came across. They exchanged pleasantries with high government officials and even a few foreign diplomats. Mulder, forcing himself to behave, impressed many in attendance with how well he fit in. Then came the dancing.
"What kinds of dances do you know, Scully?"
"I can take just about anything you throw at me. I grew up in the Navy; Saturday evening dances were a way of life."
"Okay, but you're asking for it," he challenged.
They entered the dance floor to a slow rock ballad and when that ended, the band sped up with some swing.
The two of them started slowly, but picked up as the moves came back to them. Mulder was lifting Scully up and swinging her around, and was surprised to find she knew how to keep her balance to make it easier for him. It wasn't long before they had to stop to catch their breath. As the pair of agents stepped off the floor, they received a round of applause from the crowd that had surrounded them. They smiled and took a bow, and the crowd parted for them to pass.
"That was quite a show Mulder, where did you learn to dance like that?"
"In school, the basics in high school and the rest while at Oxford."
They sat and greeted others who were making the rounds, exchanging small talk and generally getting exposure to the FBI higher ups and other Government officials.
A short time later Scully was talking to Jana Timmons from the Baltimore office, and was joined by Skinner's secretary, Kim.
"Dana, did you look at your name tag at all?" questioned Kim, lifting her hand to cover a grin.
"No, not really. Mulder put it on for me, what does it say? Dana Mulder?" she asked, attempting to look under her corsage at the name tag.
"It actually says Mrs. Spooky!" grinned Jana.
"I wondered for a minute when I didn't see him with one. Oh well, we do try to live up to the name." Scully replied with a grin of her own.
"Yeah, I remember the wedding," said Kim, wistfully.
The couples sat quietly chatting and listening to the music. As midnight approached, the band packed up and people started to leave. Mulder cut off his conversation with a Congressman and pleaded that he had to go, that they were traveling out of town early in the morning.
"Mulder, we're only going to Baltimore," scolded Scully.
"I know, but he'd still have been talking when the sun came up. Lets call it justifiable fibbing."
"Fine, Mulder," she replied, smiling as he helped with her wrap. "Did you call for the car?"
"Yep, as soon as we started to leave the ballroom. It should be waiting for us."
Sure enough, as they walked out the doors the white stretch limo was there. The driver rushed out to open the doors, and carefully shut them when his charges were seated. The driver got back in and the car pulled away from the curb.
"Where to, sir?" asked the driver.
"Home, please," answered Mulder while pressing the control to close the soundproof partition between the forward and rear compartments. Looking at Scully, he spoke softly, "I had a chat with our favorite rogue agent this afternoon."
"Oh, really?" asked Scully, raising an eyebrow, "Did the one-armed wonder send his regards?"
"Afraid not, but he did bring some news you might appreciate. I'd almost decided not to tell you, but I can't keep something like this from my wife. Or my partner. It's about your sister…"
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 8:20 a.m.
Mulder sat in the bedroom he shared with his wife, still amazed after months of matrimonial bliss; he had never in his wildest dreams thought about having a wife, let alone the woman of his dreams. Sipping a fresh cup of coffee, he watched Dana as she slept; she seemed to be getting younger and more beautiful every day, and she seemed much more vibrant and alive since they had been married.
He felt the effects as well; since they started sleeping together, he had been sleeping soundly, and god knows he was eating better and healthier. He had even begun a more active exercise regimen to keep from putting on weight. God, but he was happy. Content, but never complacent.
Scully slowly started to become aware of her surroundings. At first, she was chilled, and she pulled the blankets up closer. As she became more aware, the smell of fresh coffee drifted her way. She opened her eyes slowly and found her husband staring at her.
"Mornin', beautiful. Got a cup of coffee here for you when you're ready."
She scooted around a little bit, pulling some more pillows up behind her. As she sat up she felt a twinge of soreness from their lovemaking the night before. After the talk about Krycek it had been almost desperate, but in a very good way.
She took the offered cup and waited for him to talk.
"I talked to Byers this morning, I gave him what info we had, and asked him to run a quiet search for amnesiacs who turned up at hospitals, clinics or private institutions within six months before and after Melissa was shot. I figured that you could do the DNA testing next week, so I reserved a lab for Monday morning at 10:00 am."
"Thanks."
"It also looks like we will have to drive the Jimmy to your mother's today."
"We got snow?" asked Scully, excitedly.
"Yep, about 6 inches so far and it's still coming down."
"Cool," was her only answer, being too busy grinning like a little girl.
Mulder left her alone to get showered and dressed, and headed for the kitchen.
When Scully came down to the kitchen, she found ham and eggs, and toast and jam waiting for her. She kissed Mulder and sat down.
They discussed what they were going to do for the day, when they were leaving, where they were stopping, among other things, and before long it was time to go. Mulder loaded the gifts into the truck, and they headed out.
Angel Stevens Apartment
San Diego, California
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 12:45pm.
Angel sat, staring out the window. She hated to think about it, but she missed Charlie. He had gone home to spend Christmas with his family, while she was left to watch the people on the street below, rushing around making their last minute purchases. She finished her tea, then got up to put the cup in the sink. She was sitting at her computer when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Angel Stevens of Angel's Designs?"
"Yes, it is, may I help you?" she replied.
"My name is John Byers of "The Lone Gunman" magazine. We have been planning on expanding our Internet presence, and one of our readers suggested that we check your work. Langly, a member of our staff has looked it over carefully, and says that it is very good." "Excellent, in fact. We were wondering if you would be interested in working for us as Webmaster or as a consultant?"
"Well, it would depend on the size of the site and the amount of work that it would need. Right now, I'm only doing this part time. I still have another job that requires me to work 40 hours a week, so I would not have the time for any real large projects."
"Well, if you're interested, we would be willing to offer you a substantial amount to create and maintain the site, as our current Webmaster has too many other design projects within our business to devote proper time to the site. We are willing to make you a substantial offer."
"What kind of offer?" asked Angel.
"We were thinking of something in the area of seventy five thousand a year."
Angel took the phone away from her ear and held it in front of her, looking at it like it was some sort of alien artifact. She heard a voice again, and put it back up to her ear. "Uhh, I'm not sure…"
"Please, just a moment of your time to hear me out," Byers spoke quickly, misunderstanding her statement as rejection. "If that's not enough, we would be willing to go as high as ninety thousand per year on a contract basis if that is acceptable."
"I think that that would be fine," said Angel, shakily.
"Okay, good. We will have a courier deliver a retainer to you this afternoon, and he will also have a round-trip airline ticket for you to come here and meet with us."
"And where are you located?"
"Washington DC. When would be a good time for you to get here?"
"If you could set it for Sunday, that would be great."
"Okay, Sunday it is, the details will be included in the packet. We will look forward to seeing you Monday morning. Being here during the holidays won't be a problem for you?"
"Not at all. Thank you, Mr. Byers."
Angel hung up the phone and stared at it. Turning to her computer, she searched for the Lone Gunman website. What she saw impressed her greatly; it was clean, fast loading and easy to navigate. Not paying too much attention to the content at that point in time, she instead looked over the overall design structure to get a feel for what they would desire from her.
She hadn't been paying much attention to the time when she heard a knock on the door, but a quick glance at the clock told her over two hours had passed. A peek through the spyhole showed that the person was a courier. She opened the door and was handed a large envelope. She signed for her package and tipped the young man as he left.
Back in her small kitchen, she opened the manila envelope to find a copy of the Lone Gunman Magazine, an airline envelope with a round trip ticket to Washington DC, and a cashier's check for ten thousand dollars. She was stunned. Angel walked over to her desk and picked up the cell phone that Charlie had given her for Christmas, and hit number one on the speed dial.
"Charles Scully," came the voice out of the phone.
"Hi Charlie, this is Angel. You will never guess what just happened to me."
"What? Angel, is something wrong?"
"Charlie, I just got hired to build and maintain a website for a magazine called the 'Lone Gunman'. They are going to pay me ninety thousand dollars a year!"
"That's great Angel! How did they hear about you?"
"Through a reader of the magazine, and he sent them a link to my site. I guess they liked what they saw and called me."
"That is so wonderful! Will you have to move?"
"Not necessarily, but they are having me fly out to Washington to plan the site, and for me to sign the contract, so I will be there for about a week or so."
"Great! Tell me what flight and when you are arriving and I will pick you up."
"That's not necessary, Charlie, I'll be fine."
"Nonsense, Angel, DC is only about an hour from here. Besides, I miss you."
"That's sweet. I miss you too. Okay, Charlie," she answered, giving Charlie the information. They talked for a little longer, then she said goodbye.
Putting on her coat, she grabbed the check and headed out the door.
At the Gothic Palace Boutique, Angel went back and spoke to the owner.
"Look, Cheryl, I am really sorry for quitting like this, but ninety thousand a year for doing something I love is impossible to pass up!"
"Oh, for God's sake, Angel, don't worry about it! This is the slow time of the year, and Ginny has been asking for more hours, so this will be a blessing to her. Besides, if you passed up ninety thousand a year to stay with us I don't know if I would want you. I'd be questioning your sanity," Angel's now former boss said with a smile.
"I know; I've been trying to build up to this ever since I learned of the Internet, but I guess I was just surprised when the opportunity hit."
"You shouldn't be surprised; you do good work. The site you built for the shop has brought in more customers than all our other advertising combined. Look, Angel, don't worry about me; I will be fine, and so will you. Just get out of here and go get ready for your trip."
Angel left the store, and crossed the street to the bank where she deposited the check and put five thousand prepaid on her Visa card. After leaving the bank, Angel did some shopping and headed back home. Her parents were glad to hear the news, but her father was worried about her traveling to Washington DC, at least until he was told that Charlie was picking her up at the airport. He mumbled something about a "big assed Navy Seal for a bodyguard," and let it go at that.
The Home of Margaret Scully
Baltimore, Maryland
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 3:30 p.m.
Mulder navigated the snowy streets on the way to Mrs. Scully's house with ease, the powerful four wheel drive GMC truck making the trip easy.
They arrived without mishap and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening pleasantly with the family. Even Bill managed to keep his feelings about Mulder under control.
Bill and Tara's son, Matthew, finally wore down and fell asleep on Dana's lap, so she carried him upstairs to bed. As soon as she was gone from the room Charlie sat down next to Mulder.
Mulder tensed, not knowing what to expect.
"So what is it, Mulder?"
"What is what?" he answered confused.
"What is in that damn huge box out in the garage?"
"That is Dana's Christmas Present." He answered with a straight face.
"I know that, but what is in it."
"I can't tell you, you will just have to wait till morning…."
Before any more could be said Scully came down the stairs."
The adults sat for a while yet but finally drifted off to bed.
…
The next morning, Scully snuggled closer into Mulder's chest, hoping the pounding in her head would stop. It didn't.
"Come on you, two it's Christmas morning!"
"Alright, Charlie, we'll be there in a minute," answered Dana, sleepily, rolling off of her husband and waking him in the process.
Mulder pulled on a T-shirt and jeans and slipped his feet into some slippers. Scully crawled into a robe and slippers and they made their way to the Scully living room, where Scully sat in a chair and Mulder went into the kitchen for coffee.
He brought out a cup for himself and Scully, then sat on the floor beside her chair. The rest of the family filed in and found somewhere to sit. Matthew was really excited and everyone enjoyed watching him digging into his gifts.
Mulder and Scully had gotten him a child's computer, Maggie had given him a bunch of books and tapes with a children's tape player, and Charlie give him a tricycle. His parents gave him some clothes and toys.
Charlie got a Laptop Computer with cellular modem from Mulder and Scully, to "stay in touch," Dana said. Maggie got him a set of travel bags, and Bill and Tara got him a leather bomber jacket.
Bill and Tara received a camcorder from Maggie, who wanted copies of anything filmed about Matthew, a new VCR from Charlie, and a gift certificate for a big screen TV from Mulder and Scully.
Maggie got a special moments photo collection from Bill and Tara, a new microwave from Charlie, and a note promising a new computer from Fox and Dana, stating that the Lone gunmen would be installing it on Monday.
Mulder and Scully got a weekend stay at a Cape Hatteras bed and breakfast from Bill and Tara, and from Maggie and Charlie came gift certificates for two German shepherd guard dogs that were currently being trained, along with photos of the dogs; brothers named Thunder and Lightning.
Mulder and Scully complained to Maggie Scully that pure bred dogs were more expensive than she should spend on them. She replied, grinning, "Fox has been teaching me about investing and how to research companies in which to invest. In the last seven months I've managed to earn a 30 percent profit on all the money Bill left me between the life insurance and the retirement fund - almost a hundred thousand dollars profit in less than a year! This old house is paid for, and I can easily live off Social Security and the pension. So hush. It's my money, and I will spend it however I like."
Maggie then handed the stockings out. Dana dived into hers right away expecting chocolate, but pulled her hand out with a silver ZZ Top keychain and a pair of keys. She studied them carefully, and asked the obvious question.
"What do these go to?"
"Why don't you check the garage babe," answered Mulder.
She got up and looked at Mulder with a strange expression, then went to the garage with everyone following. She turned on the lights and opened the door. In the middle of the garage there was a huge box wrapped with red and green paper, with her name on it. There was a big ring hanging on the side that said "pull to open." She pulled the ring and the side of the box started to fall. Mulder and Charlie caught the edge, and lowered it carefully.
When she looked to see what was in the box, she shrieked and started hopping up and down like teenage girl.
"Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Mulder, my dream car. A Porsche 930 Turbo Carrera."
"Well check it out Scully, you got the keys." he answered, smiling like a kid himself.
Scully walked around the car several times just feeling the paint job. It was a beautiful deep jade green that seemed to reflect light like the sun off the ocean. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. A sparkle on the dash caught her eye and as she leaned closer and read it, tears started running down her face. Mulder knelt down in the open door.
"Oh, Mulder!" she cried. "This is too much, this car must have cost a fortune."
"So what, Scully? It's only money, like your mom said. Don't you like it?"
"Mulder, it's beautiful, it's wonderful, it's my dream car….but I ….I don't deserve it."
Mulder heard the door close, and turned to see that the others had gone back inside.
"Scully, YOU are the answer to my dreams, you are so wonderful, and I love you so much. This is the least I could do for you; I just want you to have everything you'd ever desire. For having put up with me for so long, you deserve this and more. I love you, Dana Katherine Scully, and I wanted you to have this."
They held each other for a while, then Mulder got up, went around the car and got in the passengers side. "I *was* hoping you could drive it today but with the snow it would not be a good idea."
They discussed all of the options that Mulder had ordered for her. After about an hour they got cold and went back in the house. Grabbing some fresh coffee, they sat down with the rest of the family at breakfast.
"So Mulder, where did you find that car? It's gorgeous!" asked Charlie.
"Well, a few months ago I found out what Scully's dream car was, so I started checking around. I got the guys to find a reputable Porsche dealer that specialized in high end cars, and contacted the one with the best references. I went to Karl's and talked to him and told him what I wanted. He put it all together for me. I didn't have to do a thing."
"Bet that cost a chunk of change," said Bill, sarcastically.
Scully flashed a dirty look at him, but Mulder answered as if he didn't notice the accusation behind the comment.
"Yea, well the pay is okay, but as you seem to have forgotten, dad left me a fairly large amount of money when he died, and with my investments I think we do very well."
"So who are 'the guys'?" asked Charlie.
"Oh, The Lone Gunmen, just some friends of ours."
"Hey, do they run a Magazine?"
"Yes, they do. Why?" asked Dana.
"Angel, the woman I've been seeing, was contacted by them yesterday to see if she would be interested in rebuilding their website. She's flying in on Monday for meetings. I hope you will have time to meet her, sis."
"So do I Charlie, but with all the threats about bombings during New Years we will most likely be busy this year."
"I haven't had a chance to read the file, but I think we're already slated to be on a case," said Mulder.
"At least you're not out chasing little green men."
"Gray," cut in Mulder.
"What?"
"They're gray, not green."
"Whatever," said Bill, who then got up and left the room, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.
"I see he hates me again," noted Mulder, glumly.
Maggie gave him an apologetic look as she started to clear the table, and reminded everyone that Mr. Skinner and Sabrina would be here for dinner at 1pm. As everyone cleared the room, she turned to her daughter.
"Dana, what did you get Fox for Christmas?"
"Something special; Skinner is bringing it with him. I wanted to make sure Mulder wouldn't find it. He's been like a little kid, looking through everything for the last two weeks!"
They shared a laugh, and Dana helped her finish doing the dishes.
"Dana?" started Maggie, tentatively.
"Yes, mom?" replied Dana, curious at her mothers tone.
"I've invited someone else to dinner with us today."
"Fine. Anyone I know?"
"Well, I haven't said anything to anyone, but I have been seeing someone recently, and I invited him to join us."
Dana looked over at her mom. She was still attractive, and was not nearly ready for the old folk's home. Dana was a little surprised, but not as shocked as she thought she would.
"How long have you been seeing him?"
"We first went out shortly before your wedding, and we've been out several times since."
"How long have you known him, mom?"
"Years and years. You know him, as well."
"Who is he?" asked Dana.
"Richard Gunderson."
"ADMIRAL Richard Gunderson, Commander of the Atlantic Fleet?" Dana asked, incredulous.
"Yes, we ran into each other last Labor Day at the Navy picnic, traded phone numbers. He called a couple of weeks later and asked me out."
Dana said nothing, standing there drying a dish, thinking about her father. 'He's been gone six years now; I'm sure mom is very lonely. I guess it's time. I bet dad would agree.' she reasoned silently.
"Do Bill and Charlie know?"
"Nope, going to surprise them." she grinned. "You know, Dana, nothing can replace your father, what we had together, but I need someone, someone to care for me and that I can care about. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I do understand mom, and if he makes you happy that is all I care about. Is it serious?"
"I think it could be, but we are in no hurry, we just enjoy being together."
The two women finished the dishes and went into the living room. Charlie and Mulder were in a deep conversation involving the Knicks, and Bill was sitting across the room glaring at them. Tara and Matthew were building a tower with his new blocks.
…
Dana had just finished dressing for dinner and sat down by Mulder when the doorbell rang. Maggie who just came down the stairs was the closest and moved to the door.
Dana peeked down the hall and saw the Admiral kiss her mother as he entered. Charlie heard his mother enter the room with someone and looked over his shoulder to see who it was.
Immediately, he jumped to his feet and shouted:
"Admiral on deck, ATTEN-SHUN!
Bill immediately leapt to his feet and saluted.
"At ease gentlemen," the visitor replied, "this is not a Naval function, nor are we in uniform."
"Charlie, Bill, you know Admiral Gunderson, my date for today."
Charlie smiled, noting the happiness on his mothers face. Bill, however, frowned, wondering why his mom didn't let him know she was seeing someone.
Dana got up and went over to the guest and gave him a hug. Mulder shook hands with him as Scully introduced the two.
The doorbell rang again, and Maggie again answered it. This time it was Walter and Sabrina.
When all the introductions were done and everyone was seated, Walter took out a package and handed it to Scully.
"Mulder, here is your present; I had to give it to Walter to hide since you kept looking all over the house for it."
Mulder unwrapped it to find four baseball cards in collectors cases. One of them was him in the outfit that he wore at the FBI annual picnic. The others were Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, and Willie Mays, all autographed Rookie Cards. All were extremely rare, and valuable.
"God Scully, these are wonderful. Thank you so much.," he said, hugging her tightly, and kissing her forehead.
Scully took Sabrina, the Admiral, and Skinner out to see her new car. When they came in, Mulder could see that Walter was suitably impressed.
"So, Mulder, caught a hot stock deal, huh?"
"Actually yes, I caught a deal on a IPO for twenty thousand shares that started at eighteen a share. I sold out ten thousand at three hundred seventy five a share. The tech stocks have been very good to me. I can set you up with my financial advisor if you'd like."
They were talking about investments when Maggie came out of the kitchen looking for Mulder.
"Fox, I thought I had enough milk for making dinner but I just ran out, could you go to the store and get some? I hate to ask, but you do have the four wheel drive."
"No problem, Mrs. Scully, let me get all the way dressed. Skinner, want to come with me?" Mulder asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Fox, when are you going to start calling me mom?"
"Sorry, *mom*. Sir?" he asked again.
"Sure, Mulder, I'd like to see how it does in the snow."
Skinner went to get his coat while Mulder finished getting dressed. When they started to head out the door Charlie asked if he could go along for the ride. Mulder reluctantly agreed and they stepped out into the cold. Mulder brushed the snow off the blazer and unlocked it. As it started and the windows defrosted, Mulder turned to Charlie in the back seat.
"Charlie, I asked Walter to come with me because I had some information to discuss with him. It's something that I really didn't want you to know at this time, but I guess I will have to trust your judgment. Please don't say anything about this to anyone, especially your mom or Bill. Okay?"
"If you insist," he said, hesitantly.
The windows were now clear and Mulder backed out into the street.
"Sir, that information from the other night? The Lone Gunmen are checking it out already, but I wanted you to know as well." He paused for a second, and turned to Charlie. "There is a slight chance that Melissa Scully is still alive."
"What the hell are you talking about Mulder, I saw her in the hospital, I know it was my sister."
"What you saw according to my source was a clone, created from a tissue sample. It was done to throw us off track of what we were investigating at the time. Her real location is a secret even now, and my source says that she was given amnesia. If we get close to something again, she could suddenly reappear to again distract us. We now have evidence, and your sister is going to verify on Monday."
"Mulder, how reliable is your source?" asked Charlie, still reeling from the new development.
"I think there is the distinct possibility he told us the truth," Skinner answered without giving out any information.
"Mulder, is this possible?" asked Charlie.
"Ask Scu… Dana sometime about the mighty morphin bounty hunter. We've seen some things that you would not believe. Several times now we've encountered clones or hybrids…..they have the technology, they just keep it to themselves."
"What can I do to help?" he asked.
"Not much, except keep your fingers crossed," answered Mulder.
The rest of the drive passed with quiet conversation, mostly about Mulder's antique truck, while Skinner and Mulder let Charlie absorb the new information.
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Saturday Dec. 25, 1999, 10:30 p.m.
Mulder was lying in bed reading when Scully came out of the bathroom and crawled in next to him, she took the book out of his hands and turned out the light.
"Do you think she's out there Mulder?" she asked, softly.
"It fits their profile, Scully. They've been manipulating us for so long that it just seems like something they would do. Look, at the time *Melissa* died, you never would have thought to determine for certain if it was really her or not. If it had happened this past year you would have checked. They think they are safe because the X-Files are with Spender and Fowley, but they're fooling themselves. I keep abreast of things, the Lone Gunmen are watching and tracking movements. Skinner is keeping tabs. We will get them Scully, I promise."
As she drifted off to sleep the last thing she heard was "Don't worry, if she's out there, we'll find her."
End.
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Maturity - 8: The Gift
Category: MSM, Alternate Universe
Keywords: S,MSM, Alternate Universe
Rating: PG
Spoilers: off and on, everything up to and including the Movie, Season 6 never happened.
Summary: The Mulders go into the holidays with plans for celebration. An unexpected turn has them making other plans.
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, Maggie Scully, and the other regulars belong to Chris Carter and 1013. I am just borrowing them for a short adventure. The others however are mine.
A/N: Special thanks to XochiLuvr for his help with this one, he helped me smooth a couple real rough spots!
Chapter 8: The Gift by Merlin and XochiLuvr
Karl's German AutoWerks
Washington DC
Monday Dec. 20, 1999, 4:45 p.m.
"Well, Mr. Mulder, what do you think?"
"Looks good, Karl," he replied as he climbed into the car.
Fox Mulder looked over the interior of the car carefully, and gently ran his hands over the tiny plaque with its gold lettering. It read 'Blue Eyes,' and sparkled in the dim light. The leather seats smelled like a new car and the rest of the interior was immaculate.
Mulder climbed out of the car and walked around it a couple of times. The Jade Green Metallic paint glittered in the light of the showroom. The chrome was polished to a high gloss, and everything was spotless.
"Did you have any problems with the modifications?"
"Not at all, Mr. Mulder. We were able to boost the turbo output, tighten up the suspension, and make the shifting smoother, just as you asked."
The two men walked back to the office as they talked.
"There won't be any problems with the delivery, will there?"
"No, Mr. Mulder. We have that all set up already. The guys will get into Baltimore, arrive at your Mother in Law's house, and the box and wrapping paper are already prepared and ready to go. As long as the garage is ready, we are, as well."
"Good, I want this to be a surprise."
"I'm sure it will, Mr. Mulder."
Karl handed Mulder the second set of keys to the car. As long as he had owned Karl's German AutoWerks, he had never known anyone like Fox Mulder. The man had walked through the door and said he wanted a 1981 Porsche 930 Turbo Carrera. It had to be in mint condition, and he wanted several custom modifications made. Karl had mentioned it would be expensive, but before he could finish speaking, Mulder placed a Cashier's check on the desk for seventy five thousand dollars, and said if that ran out to let him know. He put the list of requirements on the desk as well, and asked if Karl could do it. Now, three weeks later, and the car was ready to deliver. It would be placed inside a large cardboard box and left in Mrs. Scully's garage by Friday.
Mulder left the shop and headed to the Lone Gunmen's to drop off their Christmas gifts. He would also be picking up Sabrina McKay from there, to give her a ride to a restaurant in Alexandria where he and Scully would be having dinner with Skinner and Sabrina. Scully had been stuck with a late lecture at Quantico where she was talking about the importance of forensic evidence to the new class. Skinner was out there as well, speaking to one of the graduating classes at the academy, so it only made sense that the four of them swap partners and carpool.
Mulder was not entirely comfortable with having a social life as yet, but had promised his wife they'd get out more.
My wife, he thought, subconsciously bringing a smile to his face. They'd only been married a little over six weeks, but they were so comfortable with each other that sometimes it seemed as though they had been together forever.
After Sabrina McKay greeted Mulder and entered the car, she watched the man beside of her out of the corner of her eye. He was like no other man she had ever met. Well, aside from Walt, that is. He'd saved her life, and the life of his partner, and passed it off as though it had been an everyday occurrence. And he expected no thanks in return. That's just the way Mulder was, she mused, you just had to learn to accept it.
In addition to meeting Mulder, Sabrina had become a good friend to Dana, and had become even closer to their former boss, Walter Skinner. Close enough, in fact, that she had moved in with him a week earlier. There had been a shake up at the FBI a couple of months back, and when the dust had settled, Walter had come out on top. He was now the Senior Assistant Director of the Eastern Region, a fancy title that meant he was now in charge over the other three A.D.'s on the East Coast. It gave him a unique opportunity to keep an eye on a large number of people in the Bureau, and make sure any activities not in the F.B.I.'s best interest were halted. God knows, Sabrina thought to herself, where she worked there were enough conspiracy theories floating around for three Bureaus to investigate.
"So, are you checking your place for bugs yet?" asked Mulder.
Sabrina was startled for a second, then asked, "How did you know?"
"Just a lucky guess. I always feel that way after spending time with them."
"You know, ninety percent of what used to come through there is pure BS, but what really scares me is the ten percent that's possible. The magazine is starting to become much more popular, though, so I guess there are a lot of people who agree with them, or at least the possibilities."
"The reader base is becoming so large they had to hire me, and are planning to add at least one more member to their staff by the end of the month. I think the magazine is going through what analysts call a 'mainstream restructuring.' They hired me to help them prove their conspiracy theories, and to give them the look of a more serious news magazine. When I told my parents how much they're paying me, my mom fainted. But the three of them are so dedicated, they don't need the huge staff most magazine companies require. Most of the production is automated, and all the money they've saved in the process goes to keeping their few employees as dedicated as possible. Since I've joined them, their readership has more than quintupled, and LGM has gone from a basement subversive rag to something you wouldn't be ashamed to buy in a supermarket. The Vice-President is even a subscriber!"
"I know. I saw it when I went out for milk last week. Almost had a coronary in the checkout line," Mulder chuckled, "but what scares me even more than their newfound popularity are the conspiracies that are covered up more completely than anything even you could dig out."
"As far as your heart troubles, just wait until they go national next month. As for your comment on my abilities, give me enough time, and I can dig up anything you want," she challenged.
"Try digging up actual information on the Majestic 12," countered Mulder.
"What is it?" she asked.
"The Majestic 12 was a group formed by President Eisenhower to deal with UFO activity in the early 50's. There is a lot of crap info out there on the 'net, but there has to be some real info somewhere."
"I'll look around a bit," was all she said.
The rest of the drive was made with only small talk, and after asking what he had gotten Dana for Christmas, Sabrina got the feeling that Mulder had spent way too much for a Christmas present.
They reached Augustine's Restaurant about ten minutes after six.
After learning the other two members of the party were already seated, they were led to the table where Scully and Walter were waiting. Mulder slid into the semi circle booth beside Scully and kissed her. Sabrina did the same with Walt.
Dinner was excellent and the conversation pleasant, if not a little awkward. They were all good friends, but came from such a varied background that they had problems finding a common ground for conversation. They did enjoy spending time together though, and that seemed to be enough.
"What are your plans for the holidays?" asked Scully.
"We were invited to have dinner with some friends this year," replied Skinner, with a small smirk that only bald ex-Marines could pull off without looking silly.
"That's nice, anyone we know?" questioned Scully.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Your mother that invited us."
Mulder was sipping an after dinner drink and started to spew it out onto the table, but was able to choke most of it back.
"What is the matter Mulder?" asked Walter, again with the smirk, a little broader this time.
"Nothing, just kind of surprised is all." he answered between coughs.
"Okay, thought maybe you were afraid of us being around. Oh, before I forget - Thursday is the Annual FBI Holiday Gala at the downtown Sheraton. You are going to be there, right?"
"Yes, Walter, we bought the tickets weeks ago," Scully answered for her still out of breath husband.
"Hawk gave me the message to pass onto you, since the Director called a late staff meeting for that afternoon, and Mulder is required to attend both."
Mulder started to shift around and was starting to speak when Skinner cut him off.
"And don't think that you can duck either one, Mulder. As SAC of your group, you are required to attend."
"What time will the meeting be over sir?" asked Scully.
"Not until about six, which won't leave much time to get ready for the Gala," he answered. "Tell you what Mulder, bring your tux and everything and I'll take you to a Turkish Bath I know. It's what I always do when I have a date or something important to attend, and time is short. It'll make you feel great."
Mulder looked at Scully who gave a nod that no one but him noticed, and looked back at Skinner.
"Okay sir. I am in your hands."
"You will have him there on time, won't you, sir?" asked Scully.
"Scouts honor, Scully. We can't let the FBI poster boy miss this."
They chatted a little more and then left for their respective homes.
J Edgar Hoover Building
Washington DC
Monday Dec. 23, 1999, 5:05 p.m.
The meeting was still dragging on, with no end in sight, and all over such a simple topic. They were trying to set up a method of sharing information between departments. Apparently, some cases had fallen into the situation of overlapping jurisdictions, and yet the information was not being shared properly. Everyone argued back and forth for what felt like hours, and it seemed like they had simply decided to set up an e-mail newsletter. Mulder groaned inwardly at the idea of the Bureau's vast resources being used for something little better than electronic garbage.
"Look." he spoke. "We've spent a fortune on our computer network here, and have a huge support staff of experts. How about we set up an internal web site database dedicated to just what you are talking about. We would be able to access current, as well as archived data, and would be able to do searches for information much quicker. Once the web guys set up the site, they could design a form for us to submit, already designed to appear in the best format. The information would be readily available, but without bogging down our e-mail system with messages."
Mulder's idea was quickly accepted by the entire staff, and one of the VCU ASACs volunteered to supervise set up and any preliminaries. Mulder and Skinner quickly left and walked to the A.D.s office.
Both men quickly grabbed their garment bags and left the building. They walked about two and a half blocks down the street and entered a nondescript hotel. Mulder was surprised when Skinner went to the front desk and spoke to the concierge. The man smiled and led them through a room behind the desk.
They came to a rather large bald man all dressed in white with an earring, and Mulder immediately thought of Mr. Clean. Walter introduced Mulder to Habib, and they were escorted to a locker room. Both men stripped down and wrapped towels around themselves, and walked into a room that served as a barber shop. Both men were wrapped in steaming towels, then were given a quick trim and shave, followed by a facial massage.
Next, they were sent into a room where both were to be given a massage.
Just as the masseuse approached Skinner, he was surprised to find the muzzle of a pistol pressed up against the back of his head. Skinner rolled over, hearing the commotion, and looked to Mulder for confirmation regarding the disguised intruder.
"Hello, Alex. Did you think that we wouldn't recognize you?"
"Actually Mulder, I knew you would; just thought it would take a bit longer. Where'd the gun come from? Don't you like the idea of me giving you a massage?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. What do you want?"
"Have you heard of the resistance movement?"
"A little, here and there, mostly that it is supposed to be comprised of people who are against the consortium, who think we should fight against colonization."
"I have been a member for the last two years. Look, before you say anything Mulder, just listen to me. I don't want to become a slave to a race of aliens. I've done a lot of very bad things, as I'm sure you're aware of, but I am trying to make up for it by working to stop them from colonizing earth."
"Like you have that much power."
"Again, what do you want, Krycek?" asked Skinner.
"I just wanted to pass on some information. A tip, if you will. To prove to you that I'm telling the truth. Check the DNA on Melissa Scully's tissue samples."
"What?"
"You heard me. She's still alive. She was cloned, and her clone was the one shot. Although the body appeared to be the correct age, her mind was only two years old. If you look at her tissue samples you will find traces of accelerated, artificial aging, and branched DNA."
Mulder ground the barrel of the gun into the back of Krycek's head a little harder.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know, Mulder. If I did, I would have returned her as proof of what I am telling you."
"So what the hell is the deal here, Krycek? You trying to distract us from something?"
"NO! I told you that she is still alive to prove something to you. You can verify it by checking the DNA, then you can start your geek friends looking for her. It was the plan to return her if you got too close to something. To distract you. What I am telling you is that you will get the X-Files back, eventually. Our group wants you to have no distractions when that time comes."
"I have no idea where she is, though I do know that she was given amnesia and transferred to another state. Every time you get close, they have triggered an event to distract you from your quest, or warn you not to continue. Scully's abduction, her cancer, Emily, Melissa's death. They know that if they can keep you sidetracked, they can keep you away from the truth."
Skinner was looking at Krycek, wondering how much to believe.
"Why tell us now?"
"Because there is nothing going on in their camp right now. If you can find her now, and get her back, and work harder to keep your family protected, they will have nothing to threaten you with when you get your old job back. We want you back on them and kicking down Spender's goddamned door."
Mulder mulled this over for a minute, then pulled the gun off Krycek's head. Keeping it aimed at the younger man, it was no longer grinding into the back of his head.
"So, what do you suggest?" asked Mulder.
"Like I said, have your friends search for a woman of her description who appeared in a hospital with amnesia some time after her "death." But please, verify what I am saying about the DNA before you go looking. I need you to believe me on this. Once her records turn up, you should have no problems locating her. If she's like the others, she's likely to regain her memories after confronting a trigger person, maybe Scully or her mother."
"Look, Mulder," said Krycek, "the coming year is going to be important for both sides. As the consortium moves toward colonization, we try to prevent it, and things are coming to a head. I've watched your finances grow, and I think it is time to consider hiring some bodyguards for the key players and their families."
"Who might that be?" asked Skinner.
"Mrs. Scully, your mother, The Lone Gunmen, Sabrina McKay, and Bill Scully and his wife, Tara."
"Not Charlie?" asked Mulder.
"Not necessary. He's a Navy Seal, and can take care of himself better than any of the others."
"Okay, but why?"
"They tell me that things are going to start happening, I don't know how they know, but they do. Do you remember the bounty hunter? The resistance movement has several of that race in its arsenal. We are keeping a loose backup on all of you, and will continue to as long as there is a threat."
"Who is the resistance?" asked Skinner.
"Mostly survivors of races whose planets were colonized, and others who fear it will happen to them. All involved want them stopped. The colonizers have been doing this to many worlds for thousands of years. They were here once a long, long time ago. Before there were enough people to host them. They left the black oil to further prepare the planet for colonization. Believe me Mulder, we do not want to be colonized. I've been told about planets where the surviving population is hunted down for sport, then infected with the black oil virus and released back to die in their community and used to infect others. I want no part of that."
"When I was first recruited by The Smoking Man, I was given this whole song and dance about how we were stalling off colonization. What I came to find out was that they sold out the human race, gave us up so that they could live like kings. Your father wanted to stop them, so they took your sister. And before you ask, no I do not know where she is, but I don't think they do either. At least not anymore. Don't believe me on just what I say, verify the info about Melissa Scully, and find her, but do it. Soon."
"What is your part in this, Krycek?"
"I'm just a messenger boy, my contribution so that earth does not get destroyed. Apparently, Mulder, your assigned task is that of hero." With that, Krycek turned and walked confidently from the room. As he crossed the threshold, he called out, "I'll be in touch, Mulder. Maybe next time I can really give you that massage."
Finally, Mulder and Skinner moved into a steam room where both relaxed for twenty minutes while they discussed the confrontation with Krycek, and finally agreed to not worry any of the Scully family other than Dana until any claims regarding Melissa were validated. The Assistant Director was still wary of any "alien conspiracies," but had long since decided to keep an open mind; Mulder, for all his faults, rarely gave anyone he trusted cause to disregard his theories. The man was correct entirely too often to discount anything anymore.
Leaving the sauna, they showered and dressed for the evening. Both tuxedos had been pressed to remove any wrinkles, and brushed clean. Shoes had been shined and their daily wear suits had been cleaned, pressed and put into the garment bags that earlier held their formal attire.
The pair dressed and picked up their possessions, then returned to the FBI Building. Leaving the garment bags in their respective offices, the agents caught a cab to the Washington Plaza Hotel.
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Thursday Dec. 23, 1999, 5:45 p.m.
Dana Scully and Sabrina McKay were rushing around putting the finishing touches on their Holiday Gala outfits. Dana was wearing a teal form fitting silk evening dress with a teal lace bodice, while Sabrina was wearing a blue satin strapless gown. They were gathering up the last of their things and Dana was trying to find her keys when the doorbell rang.
Sabrina peeked out the window, and asked, "Who do you know that rides in a limo?"
"I don't know anyone," replied Dana as she went to the door.
She pulled it open carefully, the chain still in place. She peered around the edge of the door and there was a uniformed limo driver there.
"Ms. Scully?" he asked.
"Yes."
"A Mr. Mulder thought perhaps that you would like a ride to your event."
"Oh he did, did he?"
At that moment her cell phone rang.
"Scully," she said putting up to her ear.
"It's me, I forgot to tell you I ordered a limo to pick you up."
"He just arrived."
"Okay, ask him for the code phrase. It should be, 'What was your dog's name?' and you answer. He will bring you to the Hotel, Walter and I will meet you there."
"Okay. See you then. Love you."
"Love you, too." The connection broke.
She verified the code phrase with the driver, and Dana and her friend stepped into the limo. They enjoyed soft music, and a quiet ride to the Holiday Gala. The limo pulled up to the doors of the Washington Plaza Hotel, and the doorman moved to open the door. The other people on the scene all stopped to watch the two beautiful women exit the white stretch, and Mulder and Skinner both walked out of the hotel lobby and joined the women to escort them to the party.
Hawk and his wife had grabbed a table for six and were holding seats for the two couples. Everyone sat down, ordered cocktails from the waitress, and made small talk until the announcer made his speech and introduced the band. A few couples made their way to the dance floor, but most walked around and mingled. Skinner and Sabrina got up and made the rounds, as did Hawk and his wife, leaving Mulder and Scully at the table.
"You're uncomfortable with this, aren't you?" asked Scully.
"Yes, I am. You know how I feel about these things."
"Yes, I do, but so many things have changed in the past year. More people are listening to you and trusting your insight. Few of your associates make spooky jokes anymore. You're becoming a legitimate force to be reckoned with. Oh, one last thing; if you show me a good time tonight you might get lucky later."
"Now we get to the good part!" said Mulder smiling.
"Well, let's get the schmoozing over with, and then you can dance with me," said Scully, standing up.
The pair wandered around the floor, greeting friends, co-workers and everyone else they came across. They exchanged pleasantries with high government officials and even a few foreign diplomats. Mulder, forcing himself to behave, impressed many in attendance with how well he fit in. Then came the dancing.
"What kinds of dances do you know, Scully?"
"I can take just about anything you throw at me. I grew up in the Navy; Saturday evening dances were a way of life."
"Okay, but you're asking for it," he challenged.
They entered the dance floor to a slow rock ballad and when that ended, the band sped up with some swing.
The two of them started slowly, but picked up as the moves came back to them. Mulder was lifting Scully up and swinging her around, and was surprised to find she knew how to keep her balance to make it easier for him. It wasn't long before they had to stop to catch their breath. As the pair of agents stepped off the floor, they received a round of applause from the crowd that had surrounded them. They smiled and took a bow, and the crowd parted for them to pass.
"That was quite a show Mulder, where did you learn to dance like that?"
"In school, the basics in high school and the rest while at Oxford."
They sat and greeted others who were making the rounds, exchanging small talk and generally getting exposure to the FBI higher ups and other Government officials.
A short time later Scully was talking to Jana Timmons from the Baltimore office, and was joined by Skinner's secretary, Kim.
"Dana, did you look at your name tag at all?" questioned Kim, lifting her hand to cover a grin.
"No, not really. Mulder put it on for me, what does it say? Dana Mulder?" she asked, attempting to look under her corsage at the name tag.
"It actually says Mrs. Spooky!" grinned Jana.
"I wondered for a minute when I didn't see him with one. Oh well, we do try to live up to the name." Scully replied with a grin of her own.
"Yeah, I remember the wedding," said Kim, wistfully.
The couples sat quietly chatting and listening to the music. As midnight approached, the band packed up and people started to leave. Mulder cut off his conversation with a Congressman and pleaded that he had to go, that they were traveling out of town early in the morning.
"Mulder, we're only going to Baltimore," scolded Scully.
"I know, but he'd still have been talking when the sun came up. Lets call it justifiable fibbing."
"Fine, Mulder," she replied, smiling as he helped with her wrap. "Did you call for the car?"
"Yep, as soon as we started to leave the ballroom. It should be waiting for us."
Sure enough, as they walked out the doors the white stretch limo was there. The driver rushed out to open the doors, and carefully shut them when his charges were seated. The driver got back in and the car pulled away from the curb.
"Where to, sir?" asked the driver.
"Home, please," answered Mulder while pressing the control to close the soundproof partition between the forward and rear compartments. Looking at Scully, he spoke softly, "I had a chat with our favorite rogue agent this afternoon."
"Oh, really?" asked Scully, raising an eyebrow, "Did the one-armed wonder send his regards?"
"Afraid not, but he did bring some news you might appreciate. I'd almost decided not to tell you, but I can't keep something like this from my wife. Or my partner. It's about your sister…"
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 8:20 a.m.
Mulder sat in the bedroom he shared with his wife, still amazed after months of matrimonial bliss; he had never in his wildest dreams thought about having a wife, let alone the woman of his dreams. Sipping a fresh cup of coffee, he watched Dana as she slept; she seemed to be getting younger and more beautiful every day, and she seemed much more vibrant and alive since they had been married.
He felt the effects as well; since they started sleeping together, he had been sleeping soundly, and god knows he was eating better and healthier. He had even begun a more active exercise regimen to keep from putting on weight. God, but he was happy. Content, but never complacent.
Scully slowly started to become aware of her surroundings. At first, she was chilled, and she pulled the blankets up closer. As she became more aware, the smell of fresh coffee drifted her way. She opened her eyes slowly and found her husband staring at her.
"Mornin', beautiful. Got a cup of coffee here for you when you're ready."
She scooted around a little bit, pulling some more pillows up behind her. As she sat up she felt a twinge of soreness from their lovemaking the night before. After the talk about Krycek it had been almost desperate, but in a very good way.
She took the offered cup and waited for him to talk.
"I talked to Byers this morning, I gave him what info we had, and asked him to run a quiet search for amnesiacs who turned up at hospitals, clinics or private institutions within six months before and after Melissa was shot. I figured that you could do the DNA testing next week, so I reserved a lab for Monday morning at 10:00 am."
"Thanks."
"It also looks like we will have to drive the Jimmy to your mother's today."
"We got snow?" asked Scully, excitedly.
"Yep, about 6 inches so far and it's still coming down."
"Cool," was her only answer, being too busy grinning like a little girl.
Mulder left her alone to get showered and dressed, and headed for the kitchen.
When Scully came down to the kitchen, she found ham and eggs, and toast and jam waiting for her. She kissed Mulder and sat down.
They discussed what they were going to do for the day, when they were leaving, where they were stopping, among other things, and before long it was time to go. Mulder loaded the gifts into the truck, and they headed out.
Angel Stevens Apartment
San Diego, California
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 12:45pm.
Angel sat, staring out the window. She hated to think about it, but she missed Charlie. He had gone home to spend Christmas with his family, while she was left to watch the people on the street below, rushing around making their last minute purchases. She finished her tea, then got up to put the cup in the sink. She was sitting at her computer when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Angel Stevens of Angel's Designs?"
"Yes, it is, may I help you?" she replied.
"My name is John Byers of "The Lone Gunman" magazine. We have been planning on expanding our Internet presence, and one of our readers suggested that we check your work. Langly, a member of our staff has looked it over carefully, and says that it is very good." "Excellent, in fact. We were wondering if you would be interested in working for us as Webmaster or as a consultant?"
"Well, it would depend on the size of the site and the amount of work that it would need. Right now, I'm only doing this part time. I still have another job that requires me to work 40 hours a week, so I would not have the time for any real large projects."
"Well, if you're interested, we would be willing to offer you a substantial amount to create and maintain the site, as our current Webmaster has too many other design projects within our business to devote proper time to the site. We are willing to make you a substantial offer."
"What kind of offer?" asked Angel.
"We were thinking of something in the area of seventy five thousand a year."
Angel took the phone away from her ear and held it in front of her, looking at it like it was some sort of alien artifact. She heard a voice again, and put it back up to her ear. "Uhh, I'm not sure…"
"Please, just a moment of your time to hear me out," Byers spoke quickly, misunderstanding her statement as rejection. "If that's not enough, we would be willing to go as high as ninety thousand per year on a contract basis if that is acceptable."
"I think that that would be fine," said Angel, shakily.
"Okay, good. We will have a courier deliver a retainer to you this afternoon, and he will also have a round-trip airline ticket for you to come here and meet with us."
"And where are you located?"
"Washington DC. When would be a good time for you to get here?"
"If you could set it for Sunday, that would be great."
"Okay, Sunday it is, the details will be included in the packet. We will look forward to seeing you Monday morning. Being here during the holidays won't be a problem for you?"
"Not at all. Thank you, Mr. Byers."
Angel hung up the phone and stared at it. Turning to her computer, she searched for the Lone Gunman website. What she saw impressed her greatly; it was clean, fast loading and easy to navigate. Not paying too much attention to the content at that point in time, she instead looked over the overall design structure to get a feel for what they would desire from her.
She hadn't been paying much attention to the time when she heard a knock on the door, but a quick glance at the clock told her over two hours had passed. A peek through the spyhole showed that the person was a courier. She opened the door and was handed a large envelope. She signed for her package and tipped the young man as he left.
Back in her small kitchen, she opened the manila envelope to find a copy of the Lone Gunman Magazine, an airline envelope with a round trip ticket to Washington DC, and a cashier's check for ten thousand dollars. She was stunned. Angel walked over to her desk and picked up the cell phone that Charlie had given her for Christmas, and hit number one on the speed dial.
"Charles Scully," came the voice out of the phone.
"Hi Charlie, this is Angel. You will never guess what just happened to me."
"What? Angel, is something wrong?"
"Charlie, I just got hired to build and maintain a website for a magazine called the 'Lone Gunman'. They are going to pay me ninety thousand dollars a year!"
"That's great Angel! How did they hear about you?"
"Through a reader of the magazine, and he sent them a link to my site. I guess they liked what they saw and called me."
"That is so wonderful! Will you have to move?"
"Not necessarily, but they are having me fly out to Washington to plan the site, and for me to sign the contract, so I will be there for about a week or so."
"Great! Tell me what flight and when you are arriving and I will pick you up."
"That's not necessary, Charlie, I'll be fine."
"Nonsense, Angel, DC is only about an hour from here. Besides, I miss you."
"That's sweet. I miss you too. Okay, Charlie," she answered, giving Charlie the information. They talked for a little longer, then she said goodbye.
Putting on her coat, she grabbed the check and headed out the door.
At the Gothic Palace Boutique, Angel went back and spoke to the owner.
"Look, Cheryl, I am really sorry for quitting like this, but ninety thousand a year for doing something I love is impossible to pass up!"
"Oh, for God's sake, Angel, don't worry about it! This is the slow time of the year, and Ginny has been asking for more hours, so this will be a blessing to her. Besides, if you passed up ninety thousand a year to stay with us I don't know if I would want you. I'd be questioning your sanity," Angel's now former boss said with a smile.
"I know; I've been trying to build up to this ever since I learned of the Internet, but I guess I was just surprised when the opportunity hit."
"You shouldn't be surprised; you do good work. The site you built for the shop has brought in more customers than all our other advertising combined. Look, Angel, don't worry about me; I will be fine, and so will you. Just get out of here and go get ready for your trip."
Angel left the store, and crossed the street to the bank where she deposited the check and put five thousand prepaid on her Visa card. After leaving the bank, Angel did some shopping and headed back home. Her parents were glad to hear the news, but her father was worried about her traveling to Washington DC, at least until he was told that Charlie was picking her up at the airport. He mumbled something about a "big assed Navy Seal for a bodyguard," and let it go at that.
The Home of Margaret Scully
Baltimore, Maryland
Friday Dec. 24, 1999, 3:30 p.m.
Mulder navigated the snowy streets on the way to Mrs. Scully's house with ease, the powerful four wheel drive GMC truck making the trip easy.
They arrived without mishap and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening pleasantly with the family. Even Bill managed to keep his feelings about Mulder under control.
Bill and Tara's son, Matthew, finally wore down and fell asleep on Dana's lap, so she carried him upstairs to bed. As soon as she was gone from the room Charlie sat down next to Mulder.
Mulder tensed, not knowing what to expect.
"So what is it, Mulder?"
"What is what?" he answered confused.
"What is in that damn huge box out in the garage?"
"That is Dana's Christmas Present." He answered with a straight face.
"I know that, but what is in it."
"I can't tell you, you will just have to wait till morning…."
Before any more could be said Scully came down the stairs."
The adults sat for a while yet but finally drifted off to bed.
…
The next morning, Scully snuggled closer into Mulder's chest, hoping the pounding in her head would stop. It didn't.
"Come on you, two it's Christmas morning!"
"Alright, Charlie, we'll be there in a minute," answered Dana, sleepily, rolling off of her husband and waking him in the process.
Mulder pulled on a T-shirt and jeans and slipped his feet into some slippers. Scully crawled into a robe and slippers and they made their way to the Scully living room, where Scully sat in a chair and Mulder went into the kitchen for coffee.
He brought out a cup for himself and Scully, then sat on the floor beside her chair. The rest of the family filed in and found somewhere to sit. Matthew was really excited and everyone enjoyed watching him digging into his gifts.
Mulder and Scully had gotten him a child's computer, Maggie had given him a bunch of books and tapes with a children's tape player, and Charlie give him a tricycle. His parents gave him some clothes and toys.
Charlie got a Laptop Computer with cellular modem from Mulder and Scully, to "stay in touch," Dana said. Maggie got him a set of travel bags, and Bill and Tara got him a leather bomber jacket.
Bill and Tara received a camcorder from Maggie, who wanted copies of anything filmed about Matthew, a new VCR from Charlie, and a gift certificate for a big screen TV from Mulder and Scully.
Maggie got a special moments photo collection from Bill and Tara, a new microwave from Charlie, and a note promising a new computer from Fox and Dana, stating that the Lone gunmen would be installing it on Monday.
Mulder and Scully got a weekend stay at a Cape Hatteras bed and breakfast from Bill and Tara, and from Maggie and Charlie came gift certificates for two German shepherd guard dogs that were currently being trained, along with photos of the dogs; brothers named Thunder and Lightning.
Mulder and Scully complained to Maggie Scully that pure bred dogs were more expensive than she should spend on them. She replied, grinning, "Fox has been teaching me about investing and how to research companies in which to invest. In the last seven months I've managed to earn a 30 percent profit on all the money Bill left me between the life insurance and the retirement fund - almost a hundred thousand dollars profit in less than a year! This old house is paid for, and I can easily live off Social Security and the pension. So hush. It's my money, and I will spend it however I like."
Maggie then handed the stockings out. Dana dived into hers right away expecting chocolate, but pulled her hand out with a silver ZZ Top keychain and a pair of keys. She studied them carefully, and asked the obvious question.
"What do these go to?"
"Why don't you check the garage babe," answered Mulder.
She got up and looked at Mulder with a strange expression, then went to the garage with everyone following. She turned on the lights and opened the door. In the middle of the garage there was a huge box wrapped with red and green paper, with her name on it. There was a big ring hanging on the side that said "pull to open." She pulled the ring and the side of the box started to fall. Mulder and Charlie caught the edge, and lowered it carefully.
When she looked to see what was in the box, she shrieked and started hopping up and down like teenage girl.
"Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Mulder, my dream car. A Porsche 930 Turbo Carrera."
"Well check it out Scully, you got the keys." he answered, smiling like a kid himself.
Scully walked around the car several times just feeling the paint job. It was a beautiful deep jade green that seemed to reflect light like the sun off the ocean. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. A sparkle on the dash caught her eye and as she leaned closer and read it, tears started running down her face. Mulder knelt down in the open door.
"Oh, Mulder!" she cried. "This is too much, this car must have cost a fortune."
"So what, Scully? It's only money, like your mom said. Don't you like it?"
"Mulder, it's beautiful, it's wonderful, it's my dream car….but I ….I don't deserve it."
Mulder heard the door close, and turned to see that the others had gone back inside.
"Scully, YOU are the answer to my dreams, you are so wonderful, and I love you so much. This is the least I could do for you; I just want you to have everything you'd ever desire. For having put up with me for so long, you deserve this and more. I love you, Dana Katherine Scully, and I wanted you to have this."
They held each other for a while, then Mulder got up, went around the car and got in the passengers side. "I *was* hoping you could drive it today but with the snow it would not be a good idea."
They discussed all of the options that Mulder had ordered for her. After about an hour they got cold and went back in the house. Grabbing some fresh coffee, they sat down with the rest of the family at breakfast.
"So Mulder, where did you find that car? It's gorgeous!" asked Charlie.
"Well, a few months ago I found out what Scully's dream car was, so I started checking around. I got the guys to find a reputable Porsche dealer that specialized in high end cars, and contacted the one with the best references. I went to Karl's and talked to him and told him what I wanted. He put it all together for me. I didn't have to do a thing."
"Bet that cost a chunk of change," said Bill, sarcastically.
Scully flashed a dirty look at him, but Mulder answered as if he didn't notice the accusation behind the comment.
"Yea, well the pay is okay, but as you seem to have forgotten, dad left me a fairly large amount of money when he died, and with my investments I think we do very well."
"So who are 'the guys'?" asked Charlie.
"Oh, The Lone Gunmen, just some friends of ours."
"Hey, do they run a Magazine?"
"Yes, they do. Why?" asked Dana.
"Angel, the woman I've been seeing, was contacted by them yesterday to see if she would be interested in rebuilding their website. She's flying in on Monday for meetings. I hope you will have time to meet her, sis."
"So do I Charlie, but with all the threats about bombings during New Years we will most likely be busy this year."
"I haven't had a chance to read the file, but I think we're already slated to be on a case," said Mulder.
"At least you're not out chasing little green men."
"Gray," cut in Mulder.
"What?"
"They're gray, not green."
"Whatever," said Bill, who then got up and left the room, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.
"I see he hates me again," noted Mulder, glumly.
Maggie gave him an apologetic look as she started to clear the table, and reminded everyone that Mr. Skinner and Sabrina would be here for dinner at 1pm. As everyone cleared the room, she turned to her daughter.
"Dana, what did you get Fox for Christmas?"
"Something special; Skinner is bringing it with him. I wanted to make sure Mulder wouldn't find it. He's been like a little kid, looking through everything for the last two weeks!"
They shared a laugh, and Dana helped her finish doing the dishes.
"Dana?" started Maggie, tentatively.
"Yes, mom?" replied Dana, curious at her mothers tone.
"I've invited someone else to dinner with us today."
"Fine. Anyone I know?"
"Well, I haven't said anything to anyone, but I have been seeing someone recently, and I invited him to join us."
Dana looked over at her mom. She was still attractive, and was not nearly ready for the old folk's home. Dana was a little surprised, but not as shocked as she thought she would.
"How long have you been seeing him?"
"We first went out shortly before your wedding, and we've been out several times since."
"How long have you known him, mom?"
"Years and years. You know him, as well."
"Who is he?" asked Dana.
"Richard Gunderson."
"ADMIRAL Richard Gunderson, Commander of the Atlantic Fleet?" Dana asked, incredulous.
"Yes, we ran into each other last Labor Day at the Navy picnic, traded phone numbers. He called a couple of weeks later and asked me out."
Dana said nothing, standing there drying a dish, thinking about her father. 'He's been gone six years now; I'm sure mom is very lonely. I guess it's time. I bet dad would agree.' she reasoned silently.
"Do Bill and Charlie know?"
"Nope, going to surprise them." she grinned. "You know, Dana, nothing can replace your father, what we had together, but I need someone, someone to care for me and that I can care about. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I do understand mom, and if he makes you happy that is all I care about. Is it serious?"
"I think it could be, but we are in no hurry, we just enjoy being together."
The two women finished the dishes and went into the living room. Charlie and Mulder were in a deep conversation involving the Knicks, and Bill was sitting across the room glaring at them. Tara and Matthew were building a tower with his new blocks.
…
Dana had just finished dressing for dinner and sat down by Mulder when the doorbell rang. Maggie who just came down the stairs was the closest and moved to the door.
Dana peeked down the hall and saw the Admiral kiss her mother as he entered. Charlie heard his mother enter the room with someone and looked over his shoulder to see who it was.
Immediately, he jumped to his feet and shouted:
"Admiral on deck, ATTEN-SHUN!
Bill immediately leapt to his feet and saluted.
"At ease gentlemen," the visitor replied, "this is not a Naval function, nor are we in uniform."
"Charlie, Bill, you know Admiral Gunderson, my date for today."
Charlie smiled, noting the happiness on his mothers face. Bill, however, frowned, wondering why his mom didn't let him know she was seeing someone.
Dana got up and went over to the guest and gave him a hug. Mulder shook hands with him as Scully introduced the two.
The doorbell rang again, and Maggie again answered it. This time it was Walter and Sabrina.
When all the introductions were done and everyone was seated, Walter took out a package and handed it to Scully.
"Mulder, here is your present; I had to give it to Walter to hide since you kept looking all over the house for it."
Mulder unwrapped it to find four baseball cards in collectors cases. One of them was him in the outfit that he wore at the FBI annual picnic. The others were Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, and Willie Mays, all autographed Rookie Cards. All were extremely rare, and valuable.
"God Scully, these are wonderful. Thank you so much.," he said, hugging her tightly, and kissing her forehead.
Scully took Sabrina, the Admiral, and Skinner out to see her new car. When they came in, Mulder could see that Walter was suitably impressed.
"So, Mulder, caught a hot stock deal, huh?"
"Actually yes, I caught a deal on a IPO for twenty thousand shares that started at eighteen a share. I sold out ten thousand at three hundred seventy five a share. The tech stocks have been very good to me. I can set you up with my financial advisor if you'd like."
They were talking about investments when Maggie came out of the kitchen looking for Mulder.
"Fox, I thought I had enough milk for making dinner but I just ran out, could you go to the store and get some? I hate to ask, but you do have the four wheel drive."
"No problem, Mrs. Scully, let me get all the way dressed. Skinner, want to come with me?" Mulder asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Fox, when are you going to start calling me mom?"
"Sorry, *mom*. Sir?" he asked again.
"Sure, Mulder, I'd like to see how it does in the snow."
Skinner went to get his coat while Mulder finished getting dressed. When they started to head out the door Charlie asked if he could go along for the ride. Mulder reluctantly agreed and they stepped out into the cold. Mulder brushed the snow off the blazer and unlocked it. As it started and the windows defrosted, Mulder turned to Charlie in the back seat.
"Charlie, I asked Walter to come with me because I had some information to discuss with him. It's something that I really didn't want you to know at this time, but I guess I will have to trust your judgment. Please don't say anything about this to anyone, especially your mom or Bill. Okay?"
"If you insist," he said, hesitantly.
The windows were now clear and Mulder backed out into the street.
"Sir, that information from the other night? The Lone Gunmen are checking it out already, but I wanted you to know as well." He paused for a second, and turned to Charlie. "There is a slight chance that Melissa Scully is still alive."
"What the hell are you talking about Mulder, I saw her in the hospital, I know it was my sister."
"What you saw according to my source was a clone, created from a tissue sample. It was done to throw us off track of what we were investigating at the time. Her real location is a secret even now, and my source says that she was given amnesia. If we get close to something again, she could suddenly reappear to again distract us. We now have evidence, and your sister is going to verify on Monday."
"Mulder, how reliable is your source?" asked Charlie, still reeling from the new development.
"I think there is the distinct possibility he told us the truth," Skinner answered without giving out any information.
"Mulder, is this possible?" asked Charlie.
"Ask Scu… Dana sometime about the mighty morphin bounty hunter. We've seen some things that you would not believe. Several times now we've encountered clones or hybrids…..they have the technology, they just keep it to themselves."
"What can I do to help?" he asked.
"Not much, except keep your fingers crossed," answered Mulder.
The rest of the drive passed with quiet conversation, mostly about Mulder's antique truck, while Skinner and Mulder let Charlie absorb the new information.
The Mulder/Scully Home
McClean, Virginia
Saturday Dec. 25, 1999, 10:30 p.m.
Mulder was lying in bed reading when Scully came out of the bathroom and crawled in next to him, she took the book out of his hands and turned out the light.
"Do you think she's out there Mulder?" she asked, softly.
"It fits their profile, Scully. They've been manipulating us for so long that it just seems like something they would do. Look, at the time *Melissa* died, you never would have thought to determine for certain if it was really her or not. If it had happened this past year you would have checked. They think they are safe because the X-Files are with Spender and Fowley, but they're fooling themselves. I keep abreast of things, the Lone Gunmen are watching and tracking movements. Skinner is keeping tabs. We will get them Scully, I promise."
As she drifted off to sleep the last thing she heard was "Don't worry, if she's out there, we'll find her."
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