DiclaimeR: As Always. I Own Nahthing. Except. What I do own.
"Mulder." His cell phone disturbed the peace.
"Mulder? It's me." So it was SCULLY who disturbed the peace!
"Hey, Scully."
"Hi ya'. I've got some information on Jane Doe."
Silence.
"Mulder?"
"I'm here."
Scully paused. "Okay, ummm.....I think I know why she hasn't aged very much. There's.....I ran a toxic scan......SHe...ehh.....There's something that, uh, she was injected with.....there's a little puncture wound where the needle must have made contact, and, apparently, the toxic she was injected with caused to slow her aging processes by far."
"What is this toxic?"
"I-I wish I knew. Really. But it's nothing I've ever seen, or Danny, or......Mulder? Are you still there?"
"I'm here, Scully."
"I know you seem to feel very strongly for this case, though I don't really know why, but I do think we have everything we could hope to get out of it. Let sleeping dogs lie."
"And what about Croatoan?"
"I don't know, Mulder, but I don't think that has to do at all with the case, so leave it to historians. Mulder, why does this case matter so much to you?"
"I don't know....I guess.....I guess.....I was hoping to get something, anything, about Samantha."
Click.
Mulder recognized it was time to give up. He went back to the hospital to say good-bye to Kosa.
Outside, he saw Federico walking towards Kosa's room.
"Federico?"
"Hey! Mulder!" She paused and waited for him. "What're you doing here?"
"Saying goodbye. This case is over, really. So. What're you doing here?"
Federico smiled. "Much the same. I'm high-tailing back to D.C. as well. I have a flight first thing in the morning. I just wanted to bid her a fare- well, and tell her I'm gonna keep in contact. It was nice to talk to her. She's interesting."
They stopped outside Kosa'peg'gnoci's room. Both hesitated.
"Would you like to talk to her alone?" Federico broke the silence.
"She won't understand me alone."
"She might, if you keep it simple. She's caught on to English pretty quickly------for an 80-year-old....." She smiled.
"Thanks." Mulder smiled, and walked inside.
"Kosa?"
Kosa turned her head and smiled at him.
"Moolder, Pekuwotho."
Mulder smiled.
"Hi, Kosa. How are you feeling?"
She grunted, and Mulder laughed. She was a character, boy.
"That good, eh?"
Kosa smiled.
"I just wanted to say good-bye. I'm leaving tonight."
Kosa smiled. "Take care, Pukowotho. I hoop to hear from you, soon."
She hesitated. "No qua-.....qwaysons?" Mulder assumed she meant questions, at which point his interrogative side took over.
"Not unless...."
"I no mind." She smiled.
"Who....Do you know that name 'Croatoan?' "
"No. But it sounds......" She thought.
"Familiar?"
"Yes. Famileee-errr. Maybe I heard it from someone else on the canoe-in-the- sky? I no know."
Mulder smiled. He should leave, he knew that, but something was on the tip of his tongue, something he needed to know, but Kosa'peg'gnoci seemed to be able to read his mind.
"When I first saw you, Pekuwotha, I did noot know why you were so famileeeee-eeerrrr. I saw a girl, just like you, about 8-year-oold. I befriended her, and that's why I know you. She was your sister, Samantha."
March 1, 1582. Roanoke Island.
A wind swept through the village as Mary Swinn walked to the water. It was a peaceful, though she did miss England greatly.
"INDIANS!!!! THEY'RE COMMING!"
She ran wildly, not sure what to do. The local Native Americans, a band of Croatoans, were approaching, leading a force of men, who all looked alike. Tall men, who threatened them. The Croatoans seemed to have made a pact for safety with the men. They were lead to a spot where a beam was sent down on them, and Mary soon felt herself rising from the ground. All she could see anymore was the tree, the designated tree, where a panicked villager had written, "Croatoan."
"Mulder." His cell phone disturbed the peace.
"Mulder? It's me." So it was SCULLY who disturbed the peace!
"Hey, Scully."
"Hi ya'. I've got some information on Jane Doe."
Silence.
"Mulder?"
"I'm here."
Scully paused. "Okay, ummm.....I think I know why she hasn't aged very much. There's.....I ran a toxic scan......SHe...ehh.....There's something that, uh, she was injected with.....there's a little puncture wound where the needle must have made contact, and, apparently, the toxic she was injected with caused to slow her aging processes by far."
"What is this toxic?"
"I-I wish I knew. Really. But it's nothing I've ever seen, or Danny, or......Mulder? Are you still there?"
"I'm here, Scully."
"I know you seem to feel very strongly for this case, though I don't really know why, but I do think we have everything we could hope to get out of it. Let sleeping dogs lie."
"And what about Croatoan?"
"I don't know, Mulder, but I don't think that has to do at all with the case, so leave it to historians. Mulder, why does this case matter so much to you?"
"I don't know....I guess.....I guess.....I was hoping to get something, anything, about Samantha."
Click.
Mulder recognized it was time to give up. He went back to the hospital to say good-bye to Kosa.
Outside, he saw Federico walking towards Kosa's room.
"Federico?"
"Hey! Mulder!" She paused and waited for him. "What're you doing here?"
"Saying goodbye. This case is over, really. So. What're you doing here?"
Federico smiled. "Much the same. I'm high-tailing back to D.C. as well. I have a flight first thing in the morning. I just wanted to bid her a fare- well, and tell her I'm gonna keep in contact. It was nice to talk to her. She's interesting."
They stopped outside Kosa'peg'gnoci's room. Both hesitated.
"Would you like to talk to her alone?" Federico broke the silence.
"She won't understand me alone."
"She might, if you keep it simple. She's caught on to English pretty quickly------for an 80-year-old....." She smiled.
"Thanks." Mulder smiled, and walked inside.
"Kosa?"
Kosa turned her head and smiled at him.
"Moolder, Pekuwotho."
Mulder smiled.
"Hi, Kosa. How are you feeling?"
She grunted, and Mulder laughed. She was a character, boy.
"That good, eh?"
Kosa smiled.
"I just wanted to say good-bye. I'm leaving tonight."
Kosa smiled. "Take care, Pukowotho. I hoop to hear from you, soon."
She hesitated. "No qua-.....qwaysons?" Mulder assumed she meant questions, at which point his interrogative side took over.
"Not unless...."
"I no mind." She smiled.
"Who....Do you know that name 'Croatoan?' "
"No. But it sounds......" She thought.
"Familiar?"
"Yes. Famileee-errr. Maybe I heard it from someone else on the canoe-in-the- sky? I no know."
Mulder smiled. He should leave, he knew that, but something was on the tip of his tongue, something he needed to know, but Kosa'peg'gnoci seemed to be able to read his mind.
"When I first saw you, Pekuwotha, I did noot know why you were so famileeeee-eeerrrr. I saw a girl, just like you, about 8-year-oold. I befriended her, and that's why I know you. She was your sister, Samantha."
March 1, 1582. Roanoke Island.
A wind swept through the village as Mary Swinn walked to the water. It was a peaceful, though she did miss England greatly.
"INDIANS!!!! THEY'RE COMMING!"
She ran wildly, not sure what to do. The local Native Americans, a band of Croatoans, were approaching, leading a force of men, who all looked alike. Tall men, who threatened them. The Croatoans seemed to have made a pact for safety with the men. They were lead to a spot where a beam was sent down on them, and Mary soon felt herself rising from the ground. All she could see anymore was the tree, the designated tree, where a panicked villager had written, "Croatoan."
