Disclaimer:None mine aside from characters I invented. I apologize: I know
next to nothing about science/medicine, I made some stuff up. Again, I know
nothing about the Pueblo language, and I made up words to be Anasazi.
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Another Note:Any suggestions for a better title??
Other OTHER Note: Hehe. Just kidding.
March 1 Present-Day Salt Lake City, Utah A.D.1300
A chill swept through the air as 20-year-old Anasazi Kosa'peg'gnoci prepared the mid-day meal. Any day now, the Summer Festival would be held, but strangely, she wasn't excited. Rather, she felt the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, or that her people were endanger. She was always being told by her mother and husband that she was paranoid, but on this particular day, Kosa'peg'gnoci felt that her paranoia was not the cause of this uneasiness. She wondered about this sudden sensation, as she paused and looked up at the sky. The sky.
"AKA PORRERRA! ASOPOLIITII CHUCATA!!!!!" "LOOK! LOOK AT THE SKY!"
A metal sphere floated above the clouds. There was no name for it, but there were legend of those who had canoes who could walk the stars.
Kosa'peg'gnoci felt a shiver run down her spine. Those who had canoes who could walk the stars were not to be trusted, as they were told.
March 1, 2003 FBI Headquarters 10:40 A.M.
"This is an X-File!" Mulder shouted into Scully's face. She rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of her desk. Well, Mulder's desk, really, though she liked to pretend it was her desk. She also liked to pretend that it was clean.
"I'm sorry, Mulder," Scully shook her head with a wry smile spreading across her face. "It isn't an X-File. It will never be an X-File. Sorry."
"Scully," Mulder was getting exasperated. You would THINK that after so many years of being stuck together, she would acknowledge the existence of a conspiracy, and that this conspiracy went back a longer amount of time than anyone imagined.
"Scully," Mulder pleaded, "These-These people. They upped and dissapeared! They.....The only left the word "Croatoan" behind them!"
Scully leaned across to look Mulder in the face.
"ROANOKE IS NOT AN X-FILE!" She smiled slightly. "Wake up and smell the coffee, Mulder."
"Then how do you account for it?"
"They died."
"They died." Mulder sounded almost amused.
"Yes. They died." Scully looked around thinking. "I can think of a hundred reasons. Famine....Flood......Draught.....Indian raid. Homicide. Tornado. They were not abducted. Now are you gonna come getta coffee or aren't you?"
Presently, there was a knock at their door.
"Hey ya'. You guys ready?"
Scully flung on her jacket. "Be right with you, Federico."
Federico smiled, and walked over to a little cafe'.
"Maybe SHE'LL appreciate it," Mulder mumbled, pocketing the file.
Mulder and Scully walked out of the FBI building, and crossed the street. Whoever said that March came in like a lion and out like a lamb had never met this lion. Usually, by the beginning of March it was cold, but you got the idea that winter would eventually end, fantastic as it may sound. However, this particular year, March seemed to have no end, when it only just started. The horrific weather seeped into Scully's very bones, and chills ran through her spine. She was relieved once they entered the cafe' across the street. Happy to be greeted by the warmth of central heating.
They caught the table Federico was sitting at. Mulder slid the file on Roanoke across to Federico.
"What's this? A new case?" She smiled and opened the folder.
"Mulder insists its an X-File."
"You don't?" She stated blandly, looking up at Scully briefly.
Scully shrugged. "It doesn't seem to have anything paranormal about it."
"You hear of Roanoke?" Mulder cut in.
"Sure. Only what I learned in school, though." She responded, never looking up from the paper she was examining. "The colonists' dissapeared without a trace-the only marking left was on a tree that read 'Croatoan.' " She closed the file. "So where's the X-File?"
Mulder's jaw nearly dropped. Where's the X-File? Pardon? Was everyone blind except him?
"These people they just....uped and dissapeared, I mean....."
"There are thousands of explanations." Federico said. Where had Mulder had this conversation before? "I mean, the Croatoans were a nearby Indian tribe. Its highly likely there was an attack."
"But then why no skeletons?"
"They could have drowned. Been buried in a burial mound that's still being mistaken for a hill. They could have.....I don't know. They could be paved over with the coming of a new highway."
"It's not an X-File." He finished her sentence for her.
"Well....Yeah," Federico smiled at her coffee.
Scully looked at Mulder with a sideways glance.
"I won't say it."
"I know, you told me so...."
Scully smiled.
"We're still taking it up."
"What?"
"I'm the king of this castle....this division....What I say goes."
"Whatever happens to partnership?"
"It went out the window with the idea of woman being man's equal."
March 4, 2003 Roanoke Island
Scully walked sullenly behind Mulder. Why was she here? The sky overhead pretty much screamed at her, "Ideot." But what could she do? Mulder was so persistent with this case......Even if it was pointless.
"Scully! I found something!"
Scully ran over, overjoyed at the prospect of maybe having something happen....Even if it was only that Mulder found a new species of beatle.
"Mulder, its an arrowhead."
Mulder smiled, nodding. Then Scully caught on.
"Mulder, you may think it proves your point, but it doesn't. It just proves that there were Indians here."
Mulder frowned and tossed the arrowhead into the woods. He couldn't believe Scully sometimes. Why did she have to be so, so, scientific? What ever happened to expecting the unexpected?
He watched the arrowhead fly across, inbetween the trees, and land with a small thud in a pile of leaves. Fine, have it your way, Scully, he thought, But you said yourself that proving me wrong wasn't your only joy in life. So far, you seem to be contradicting yourself. He walked off towards the beach, and watched the water gently push on to shore, and then retreat. He could almost see the white sails of the ship as it arrived with new supplies for the colonists. And then he turned around and saw Scully battling misquitos.
"There's something here." He stated for the last time, like the last umph before he gave up.
"Let's go, Mulder." Scully almost sounded sympethetic as she headed back for their car. They drove back to D.C. in such silence that Scully seriously wondered if this meant the end of The X-Files for Mulder.
The next morning, as Mulder looked over various tip with a discontented eye, and as Scully watched her usually energetic partner, look over his life's dream with distaste, a knock was heard, and the door opened. Federico stepped in, and surveyed the scene. Since the case she worked on with them, Federico regularly met the two for coffee, or just to see how things were goin'.
"Is this a bad time?"
Scully gave a laugh. The scene must have seemed terribly.....unusual.
"No. Come in." She nodded to a folder in Federico's hand. "Whatch you got there?"
Federico closed the door.
"An X-File."
Mulder didn't even acknodledge the word. Federico dropped her voice down about 12-knotches. "What's wrong with him?"
"Depressed."
"Roanoke?"
"Yeah."
Federico gave a weak grin. "Maybe this will cheer him up?" She smiled and strode over to Mulder's desk, plopping the papers down.
"What's this?"
"An X-File." She repeated. No response. She pushed it until it was under his nose. Sighing, he opened it up, if for no other reason than to get Federico to stop bugging him.
"Apparently," Federico explained, as Mulder reviewed the stats, "an Indian woman, a Kosa'peg'gnoci, was found wandering the desert."
Mulder closed the report. "That's great for her."
Mulder's cold reproach left Federico in as chipper spirits as ever. "She claims to be an Anasazi. She speaks a language similar to Pueblo, so we can understand her a little."
"Anasazi have been gone for centuries."
"Right. And this lady has information that we don't have."
"Point proven. Kook."
"Her clothes are 1400 years old."
"Repeat that last part?"
Even Scully had to laugh as Mulder said that with a dead-pan expression.
"A recent carbon-dating test to prove she's lying turned up that her clothes are 1400 years old, yet she is 80. She also has blood that matches no known nationality."
"Okay. How'd she get there?"
"We don't know. But she says she was abducted."
Mulder was in quiet thought for sometime before anyone spoke again.
"That's the connection." He stated, opening a filing cabinet a pulling out the file on Roanoke. "Colonists dissapear without trace. Anasazi dissapear without trace. That's the connection. Look. Anasazi even means "Ancient Aliens." "
"No, Mulder...." Federico corrected, "Anasazi means 'Ancient Ones,' and there is no connection between this and Roanoke. Even I would really have to stretch my imagination for that one. So would you. But, I do think this woman is worth checking out. I do think her story has all the components of an X-File, connection or no."
Mulder raised his eyebrows, and sighed.
"Where is she?"
"Utah. Salt Lake City, Utah."
24 Hours Later Salt Lake City, Utah. St. Edmund's Hospital
"Hi, we're here to see Kosa'peg'gnoci?" Scully smiled flipping her FBI badge.
"Your business here?"
"We're investigating her case." Mulder smiled.
"Two doors down the corridor."
THey rounded the bend and walked down the hallway. The sterile walls were a little.....too sterile. Its nice to have a clean hospital and all, but the janitor must have had OCD to keep it this clean.
They went into the room, and sat down by Kosa'peg'gnoci's bed. Federico, who had tagged along "for the ride," asked the translator how she was doing.
"So-so. Bad wounds."
Mulder looked at the scar's on the woman's face. Definetly the marks of an abductee.
"Can you ask her where she came from?" Mulder said, finally turning to the translator.
"Epechu, whampiinossii?"
"Errochsoto. Delataya noknosiipa."
"She was taken by people from the sky."
"Where was she taken?" Mulder frowned.
"Echtu wolaseeoh, akway togowahko?"
"Etu kaplee. Kapllee decor igloskino."
"A canoe that sailed the stars."
"Sounds like a craft to me," Mulder whispered to Scully aside.
"Echtu wahmpiinegoski?" Federico asked Kosa'peg'gnoci.
"You know Pueblo?" Scully was surprised. Federico shook her head.
"I have a Pueblo friend who taught me some of her language, I speak it very brokenly."
"Ahyantu wallokapayee nosayvakookallee. Emsajumakoro Ropesotao dayclositoaponitko. Arsodjsl sldooeaks. Utyrelo lorompek."
"Ek maso?"
"Ekumpalaytee. Serraynowasa."
"Hinyonay. Akupah."
"Akupah."
Federico left the room, and Scully turned to the translator, the only other one who could have understood.
"She asked if anyone else was there, and Kosa'peg'gnoci responded that all the members of her tribe, both from her village and others, were there, and that later on they picked up more people. People with pale skin like you, in long colorfull dresses, and simple white headpieces that spoke a language like yours. That these people wanted to go back to their island they called Roanoke, and that experiments were performed on them. Then your partner asked if they were still there, and she responded she was not sure, but that her people were." The translator seemed as surprised as them.
Scully left the room to join Federico outside. She looked at the bright lights and felt like she was on trial.
"What do you think?"
"I think she is the connection." Federico paused, clearly amazed. "I wish Mulder and you the best of luck."
Mulder emerged from the room, now carrying a piece of paper.
"She's a fine artist, that Kosa'peg'gnoci."
"What you have her do?" Federico inquired.
Mulder flipped over the paper. Scully rolled her eyes, and Federico looked mezmorized. Apparently, Mulder had Kosa'peg'gnoci draw the other people she saw, and you could clearly see English colonists and bounty hunters.....or atleast, they looked like bounty hunters.
He tucked the paper away.
"I asked her how long after she was taken the others were beamed aboard.....She said she wasn't sure, but it felt like hundreds of years. And she doesn't know why she was the only one to be returned either."
"Maybe because she was never abducted?"
Mulder ignored Scully.
"I think she's genuine, Mulder. And I shall leave you two to enjoy your investigation. I'm heading back to Washington."
"Don't wanna keep the case?"
Federico smiled at Scully. "I'd love to. Unfortunatly, Garaguso dug up some terrorist group who is threatening to release a black substance-biological weapon-to take over man kind. And, lucky us, we get to tackle it. Wish us luck."
"We'll give you a ride to the airport." Scully offered.
"Thanks."
The drove her over to the airport, making light conversation along the way. Scully had every intention of booking a flight to leave for the next day, regardless of her no longer being man's equal. They waved goodbye to Federico at the gate, and watched her plane dissappear into the clouds from the rooftop. Scully turned to look at Mulder who was cracking yet another sunflower seed open.
"What time do you wanna leave tomorrow?"
Mulder removed a shell.
"Tomorrow's no good. I have to question Kosa'peg'gnoci."
"Mulder, we're leaving. I may no longer be man's equal, but if it weren't for woman, there would be no man."
"And if it weren't for man there would be no woman." He smiled.
"There. I am your equal." She said simply, picking up her cell phone and dialing a number.
Note:Please review!
Another Note:Any suggestions for a better title??
Other OTHER Note: Hehe. Just kidding.
March 1 Present-Day Salt Lake City, Utah A.D.1300
A chill swept through the air as 20-year-old Anasazi Kosa'peg'gnoci prepared the mid-day meal. Any day now, the Summer Festival would be held, but strangely, she wasn't excited. Rather, she felt the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, or that her people were endanger. She was always being told by her mother and husband that she was paranoid, but on this particular day, Kosa'peg'gnoci felt that her paranoia was not the cause of this uneasiness. She wondered about this sudden sensation, as she paused and looked up at the sky. The sky.
"AKA PORRERRA! ASOPOLIITII CHUCATA!!!!!" "LOOK! LOOK AT THE SKY!"
A metal sphere floated above the clouds. There was no name for it, but there were legend of those who had canoes who could walk the stars.
Kosa'peg'gnoci felt a shiver run down her spine. Those who had canoes who could walk the stars were not to be trusted, as they were told.
March 1, 2003 FBI Headquarters 10:40 A.M.
"This is an X-File!" Mulder shouted into Scully's face. She rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of her desk. Well, Mulder's desk, really, though she liked to pretend it was her desk. She also liked to pretend that it was clean.
"I'm sorry, Mulder," Scully shook her head with a wry smile spreading across her face. "It isn't an X-File. It will never be an X-File. Sorry."
"Scully," Mulder was getting exasperated. You would THINK that after so many years of being stuck together, she would acknowledge the existence of a conspiracy, and that this conspiracy went back a longer amount of time than anyone imagined.
"Scully," Mulder pleaded, "These-These people. They upped and dissapeared! They.....The only left the word "Croatoan" behind them!"
Scully leaned across to look Mulder in the face.
"ROANOKE IS NOT AN X-FILE!" She smiled slightly. "Wake up and smell the coffee, Mulder."
"Then how do you account for it?"
"They died."
"They died." Mulder sounded almost amused.
"Yes. They died." Scully looked around thinking. "I can think of a hundred reasons. Famine....Flood......Draught.....Indian raid. Homicide. Tornado. They were not abducted. Now are you gonna come getta coffee or aren't you?"
Presently, there was a knock at their door.
"Hey ya'. You guys ready?"
Scully flung on her jacket. "Be right with you, Federico."
Federico smiled, and walked over to a little cafe'.
"Maybe SHE'LL appreciate it," Mulder mumbled, pocketing the file.
Mulder and Scully walked out of the FBI building, and crossed the street. Whoever said that March came in like a lion and out like a lamb had never met this lion. Usually, by the beginning of March it was cold, but you got the idea that winter would eventually end, fantastic as it may sound. However, this particular year, March seemed to have no end, when it only just started. The horrific weather seeped into Scully's very bones, and chills ran through her spine. She was relieved once they entered the cafe' across the street. Happy to be greeted by the warmth of central heating.
They caught the table Federico was sitting at. Mulder slid the file on Roanoke across to Federico.
"What's this? A new case?" She smiled and opened the folder.
"Mulder insists its an X-File."
"You don't?" She stated blandly, looking up at Scully briefly.
Scully shrugged. "It doesn't seem to have anything paranormal about it."
"You hear of Roanoke?" Mulder cut in.
"Sure. Only what I learned in school, though." She responded, never looking up from the paper she was examining. "The colonists' dissapeared without a trace-the only marking left was on a tree that read 'Croatoan.' " She closed the file. "So where's the X-File?"
Mulder's jaw nearly dropped. Where's the X-File? Pardon? Was everyone blind except him?
"These people they just....uped and dissapeared, I mean....."
"There are thousands of explanations." Federico said. Where had Mulder had this conversation before? "I mean, the Croatoans were a nearby Indian tribe. Its highly likely there was an attack."
"But then why no skeletons?"
"They could have drowned. Been buried in a burial mound that's still being mistaken for a hill. They could have.....I don't know. They could be paved over with the coming of a new highway."
"It's not an X-File." He finished her sentence for her.
"Well....Yeah," Federico smiled at her coffee.
Scully looked at Mulder with a sideways glance.
"I won't say it."
"I know, you told me so...."
Scully smiled.
"We're still taking it up."
"What?"
"I'm the king of this castle....this division....What I say goes."
"Whatever happens to partnership?"
"It went out the window with the idea of woman being man's equal."
March 4, 2003 Roanoke Island
Scully walked sullenly behind Mulder. Why was she here? The sky overhead pretty much screamed at her, "Ideot." But what could she do? Mulder was so persistent with this case......Even if it was pointless.
"Scully! I found something!"
Scully ran over, overjoyed at the prospect of maybe having something happen....Even if it was only that Mulder found a new species of beatle.
"Mulder, its an arrowhead."
Mulder smiled, nodding. Then Scully caught on.
"Mulder, you may think it proves your point, but it doesn't. It just proves that there were Indians here."
Mulder frowned and tossed the arrowhead into the woods. He couldn't believe Scully sometimes. Why did she have to be so, so, scientific? What ever happened to expecting the unexpected?
He watched the arrowhead fly across, inbetween the trees, and land with a small thud in a pile of leaves. Fine, have it your way, Scully, he thought, But you said yourself that proving me wrong wasn't your only joy in life. So far, you seem to be contradicting yourself. He walked off towards the beach, and watched the water gently push on to shore, and then retreat. He could almost see the white sails of the ship as it arrived with new supplies for the colonists. And then he turned around and saw Scully battling misquitos.
"There's something here." He stated for the last time, like the last umph before he gave up.
"Let's go, Mulder." Scully almost sounded sympethetic as she headed back for their car. They drove back to D.C. in such silence that Scully seriously wondered if this meant the end of The X-Files for Mulder.
The next morning, as Mulder looked over various tip with a discontented eye, and as Scully watched her usually energetic partner, look over his life's dream with distaste, a knock was heard, and the door opened. Federico stepped in, and surveyed the scene. Since the case she worked on with them, Federico regularly met the two for coffee, or just to see how things were goin'.
"Is this a bad time?"
Scully gave a laugh. The scene must have seemed terribly.....unusual.
"No. Come in." She nodded to a folder in Federico's hand. "Whatch you got there?"
Federico closed the door.
"An X-File."
Mulder didn't even acknodledge the word. Federico dropped her voice down about 12-knotches. "What's wrong with him?"
"Depressed."
"Roanoke?"
"Yeah."
Federico gave a weak grin. "Maybe this will cheer him up?" She smiled and strode over to Mulder's desk, plopping the papers down.
"What's this?"
"An X-File." She repeated. No response. She pushed it until it was under his nose. Sighing, he opened it up, if for no other reason than to get Federico to stop bugging him.
"Apparently," Federico explained, as Mulder reviewed the stats, "an Indian woman, a Kosa'peg'gnoci, was found wandering the desert."
Mulder closed the report. "That's great for her."
Mulder's cold reproach left Federico in as chipper spirits as ever. "She claims to be an Anasazi. She speaks a language similar to Pueblo, so we can understand her a little."
"Anasazi have been gone for centuries."
"Right. And this lady has information that we don't have."
"Point proven. Kook."
"Her clothes are 1400 years old."
"Repeat that last part?"
Even Scully had to laugh as Mulder said that with a dead-pan expression.
"A recent carbon-dating test to prove she's lying turned up that her clothes are 1400 years old, yet she is 80. She also has blood that matches no known nationality."
"Okay. How'd she get there?"
"We don't know. But she says she was abducted."
Mulder was in quiet thought for sometime before anyone spoke again.
"That's the connection." He stated, opening a filing cabinet a pulling out the file on Roanoke. "Colonists dissapear without trace. Anasazi dissapear without trace. That's the connection. Look. Anasazi even means "Ancient Aliens." "
"No, Mulder...." Federico corrected, "Anasazi means 'Ancient Ones,' and there is no connection between this and Roanoke. Even I would really have to stretch my imagination for that one. So would you. But, I do think this woman is worth checking out. I do think her story has all the components of an X-File, connection or no."
Mulder raised his eyebrows, and sighed.
"Where is she?"
"Utah. Salt Lake City, Utah."
24 Hours Later Salt Lake City, Utah. St. Edmund's Hospital
"Hi, we're here to see Kosa'peg'gnoci?" Scully smiled flipping her FBI badge.
"Your business here?"
"We're investigating her case." Mulder smiled.
"Two doors down the corridor."
THey rounded the bend and walked down the hallway. The sterile walls were a little.....too sterile. Its nice to have a clean hospital and all, but the janitor must have had OCD to keep it this clean.
They went into the room, and sat down by Kosa'peg'gnoci's bed. Federico, who had tagged along "for the ride," asked the translator how she was doing.
"So-so. Bad wounds."
Mulder looked at the scar's on the woman's face. Definetly the marks of an abductee.
"Can you ask her where she came from?" Mulder said, finally turning to the translator.
"Epechu, whampiinossii?"
"Errochsoto. Delataya noknosiipa."
"She was taken by people from the sky."
"Where was she taken?" Mulder frowned.
"Echtu wolaseeoh, akway togowahko?"
"Etu kaplee. Kapllee decor igloskino."
"A canoe that sailed the stars."
"Sounds like a craft to me," Mulder whispered to Scully aside.
"Echtu wahmpiinegoski?" Federico asked Kosa'peg'gnoci.
"You know Pueblo?" Scully was surprised. Federico shook her head.
"I have a Pueblo friend who taught me some of her language, I speak it very brokenly."
"Ahyantu wallokapayee nosayvakookallee. Emsajumakoro Ropesotao dayclositoaponitko. Arsodjsl sldooeaks. Utyrelo lorompek."
"Ek maso?"
"Ekumpalaytee. Serraynowasa."
"Hinyonay. Akupah."
"Akupah."
Federico left the room, and Scully turned to the translator, the only other one who could have understood.
"She asked if anyone else was there, and Kosa'peg'gnoci responded that all the members of her tribe, both from her village and others, were there, and that later on they picked up more people. People with pale skin like you, in long colorfull dresses, and simple white headpieces that spoke a language like yours. That these people wanted to go back to their island they called Roanoke, and that experiments were performed on them. Then your partner asked if they were still there, and she responded she was not sure, but that her people were." The translator seemed as surprised as them.
Scully left the room to join Federico outside. She looked at the bright lights and felt like she was on trial.
"What do you think?"
"I think she is the connection." Federico paused, clearly amazed. "I wish Mulder and you the best of luck."
Mulder emerged from the room, now carrying a piece of paper.
"She's a fine artist, that Kosa'peg'gnoci."
"What you have her do?" Federico inquired.
Mulder flipped over the paper. Scully rolled her eyes, and Federico looked mezmorized. Apparently, Mulder had Kosa'peg'gnoci draw the other people she saw, and you could clearly see English colonists and bounty hunters.....or atleast, they looked like bounty hunters.
He tucked the paper away.
"I asked her how long after she was taken the others were beamed aboard.....She said she wasn't sure, but it felt like hundreds of years. And she doesn't know why she was the only one to be returned either."
"Maybe because she was never abducted?"
Mulder ignored Scully.
"I think she's genuine, Mulder. And I shall leave you two to enjoy your investigation. I'm heading back to Washington."
"Don't wanna keep the case?"
Federico smiled at Scully. "I'd love to. Unfortunatly, Garaguso dug up some terrorist group who is threatening to release a black substance-biological weapon-to take over man kind. And, lucky us, we get to tackle it. Wish us luck."
"We'll give you a ride to the airport." Scully offered.
"Thanks."
The drove her over to the airport, making light conversation along the way. Scully had every intention of booking a flight to leave for the next day, regardless of her no longer being man's equal. They waved goodbye to Federico at the gate, and watched her plane dissappear into the clouds from the rooftop. Scully turned to look at Mulder who was cracking yet another sunflower seed open.
"What time do you wanna leave tomorrow?"
Mulder removed a shell.
"Tomorrow's no good. I have to question Kosa'peg'gnoci."
"Mulder, we're leaving. I may no longer be man's equal, but if it weren't for woman, there would be no man."
"And if it weren't for man there would be no woman." He smiled.
"There. I am your equal." She said simply, picking up her cell phone and dialing a number.
