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7:30 A.M.
Scully awoke with a start. Someone was pounding on the door. Rubbing her head, she pulled out her gun, approached the door, and looked outside. Mulder.
"Hey," she opened the door. "What's up?"
"It's 10, Scully. Whatever happened to meet me at the cafe' at 7?"
Scully swung around to view her alarm clock.
"Darn it. Sorry, Mulder, apparetnly my batteries were low. I'll be right there."
Mulder smiled, and walked back to the cafe'.
The cream colored walls would have soothed Mulder as he sat down and offered a Cappuccino. Scully walked in about 10 minutes later.
"Hey. Ehm....Mulder? I need to get back to D.C. Take a look at Jane Doe."
"Kosa not good enough for you?"
Scully smiled.
"She's wonderful. But I think the corpses are tryin' to tell me something."
"Night of the living dead, eh, Scully?"
"Something like that."
"Well, Enjoy. I'm gonna stay here," Then he added, "But Doon't Be Frrightened!"
She smiled, picked up her coat, and walked off to the airport. Her flight was in 2 hours.
The moment Scully had left, Mulder let out a huge sigh. Though he was putting on the air that he thought that there was more to this case, he really didn't. A little birdy was telling him that they had the information they needed. She was an Anasazi, abducted, case closed? He sounded like Scully.
He frowned at his cappuccino. If this was the end of the case, what had they actually accomplished? Not much, he was afraid. But then again, he sighed, where does our friend from Roanoke fit in? That was a puzzlement. Little bizarre, too. An X-File. He sighed.
He walked over to the site of the Anasazi village a little later. And how did Kosa never age? That made no sense. All the same, he was dissatisfied with this whole case.
He slid down the side of the cliff, and landed on the soft soil beneath him. The adobe houses were something right out of his imagination. He walked over to the one Kosa had designated as her own. It was the same of the others, really, just the little things that made it different. Like one wall was built on a slant, why was beyond him though. Behind him, something stirred. He whipped around, and found Kosa'peg'gnoci sleeping on a grass mat.
"Kosa?" He shook her. She woke up with a start.
"Kosa, what are you doing here?"
She replied with a questioning look. Mulder pointed to her, waved his arms around, and then made a questioning look on his face, all the while repeating his question.
"Okmagh." She held her heart. Mulder assumed she meant home. Then she mimicked the gestures he had made before. He smiled.
"Curious." How was he going to show that?
But she smiled, and seemed to understand. She lay back down, and slept.
Mulder smiled, then turned back to look at the little knick-knacks, virtually intact since Kosa'peg'gnoci last left them. He sighed, then headed for the center of the village. Looking around him, he felt more forlorn than before. A flash came before him, a glaring white light, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been there.
Back in D.C., Scully was making a y-incision in Jane Doe. She pulled back the skin, and unaffectedly, put her hands wrist deep in tissue. She calmly poked about, prodding at little organs, taking samples of tissues, removing samples of blood. The little vials neatly filled the rows, and she ran several scans, and a toxicology.Sometime later she would recieve the results. In the meantime, she walked back to her office. At least, now she had a desk.
Mulder turned around to see Kosa. She didn't look well....He realized she wasn't even supposed to be out of the hospital. Carefully, he brought her back. He decided to let her continue treatment for a few days before going back to treat her. He went back to the Anasazi site. Sitting down by the lake, he smiled, thinking about what this place must have been like a thousand years ago.
7:30 A.M.
Scully awoke with a start. Someone was pounding on the door. Rubbing her head, she pulled out her gun, approached the door, and looked outside. Mulder.
"Hey," she opened the door. "What's up?"
"It's 10, Scully. Whatever happened to meet me at the cafe' at 7?"
Scully swung around to view her alarm clock.
"Darn it. Sorry, Mulder, apparetnly my batteries were low. I'll be right there."
Mulder smiled, and walked back to the cafe'.
The cream colored walls would have soothed Mulder as he sat down and offered a Cappuccino. Scully walked in about 10 minutes later.
"Hey. Ehm....Mulder? I need to get back to D.C. Take a look at Jane Doe."
"Kosa not good enough for you?"
Scully smiled.
"She's wonderful. But I think the corpses are tryin' to tell me something."
"Night of the living dead, eh, Scully?"
"Something like that."
"Well, Enjoy. I'm gonna stay here," Then he added, "But Doon't Be Frrightened!"
She smiled, picked up her coat, and walked off to the airport. Her flight was in 2 hours.
The moment Scully had left, Mulder let out a huge sigh. Though he was putting on the air that he thought that there was more to this case, he really didn't. A little birdy was telling him that they had the information they needed. She was an Anasazi, abducted, case closed? He sounded like Scully.
He frowned at his cappuccino. If this was the end of the case, what had they actually accomplished? Not much, he was afraid. But then again, he sighed, where does our friend from Roanoke fit in? That was a puzzlement. Little bizarre, too. An X-File. He sighed.
He walked over to the site of the Anasazi village a little later. And how did Kosa never age? That made no sense. All the same, he was dissatisfied with this whole case.
He slid down the side of the cliff, and landed on the soft soil beneath him. The adobe houses were something right out of his imagination. He walked over to the one Kosa had designated as her own. It was the same of the others, really, just the little things that made it different. Like one wall was built on a slant, why was beyond him though. Behind him, something stirred. He whipped around, and found Kosa'peg'gnoci sleeping on a grass mat.
"Kosa?" He shook her. She woke up with a start.
"Kosa, what are you doing here?"
She replied with a questioning look. Mulder pointed to her, waved his arms around, and then made a questioning look on his face, all the while repeating his question.
"Okmagh." She held her heart. Mulder assumed she meant home. Then she mimicked the gestures he had made before. He smiled.
"Curious." How was he going to show that?
But she smiled, and seemed to understand. She lay back down, and slept.
Mulder smiled, then turned back to look at the little knick-knacks, virtually intact since Kosa'peg'gnoci last left them. He sighed, then headed for the center of the village. Looking around him, he felt more forlorn than before. A flash came before him, a glaring white light, and he wasn't sure how long he'd been there.
Back in D.C., Scully was making a y-incision in Jane Doe. She pulled back the skin, and unaffectedly, put her hands wrist deep in tissue. She calmly poked about, prodding at little organs, taking samples of tissues, removing samples of blood. The little vials neatly filled the rows, and she ran several scans, and a toxicology.Sometime later she would recieve the results. In the meantime, she walked back to her office. At least, now she had a desk.
Mulder turned around to see Kosa. She didn't look well....He realized she wasn't even supposed to be out of the hospital. Carefully, he brought her back. He decided to let her continue treatment for a few days before going back to treat her. He went back to the Anasazi site. Sitting down by the lake, he smiled, thinking about what this place must have been like a thousand years ago.
