"Hey you looking through a mirror to a cage. I'll take you away this
miracle you pray for on the stage. I will be with you tonight. I will be
with you 1,000 miles away."
-From "It's for you" by Melissa Etheridge.
Ten minutes could never be long enough to tell the whole story. A story that took more than 9 years to write. Here's the shortened version that Mulder, with some interjections from a half-asleep Scully, told the Guard.
"My real name is Fox Mulder. Until recently, I was a FBI agent. This is Dana Scully. She was my partner. For 9 years we worked together, investigating unsolved mysteries involving the paranormal. One of our last cases involved men who apparently could not die. I was accused of killing one of these men. But he was seen, alive, after I supposedly killed him. I was on trial, and found guilty. Scully here, along with some other friends, helped me escape from prison. We've been on the run ever sense."
"Did you say men who could not die?" The guard's head had perked up at this statement? "My brother had a wife who was murdered in her home. He shot the man several times in the head, but the man kept on going, and nearly killed my brother. I had a hard time believing him."
"There is a way to kill these men. Near exposure to a certain metal..."
"Si, I know. I chased the man into a mine. He appeared to be sucked into the walls right before my eyes!"
"So you believe me? You'll let us go?"
"No, sorry senor, when I said you had to convince me, I mean with dinero. Money. Es de only way to get out of a prison here. Did you not know this? But I do believe you. I just need a bit more persuasion."
***Reyes walked with one arm over Doggett's shoulder, pretending that she needed his support to walk. They had removed the bandage and even scraped her head wound a little to get it to bleed some more. Doggett knocked gently on the door of the cute little farmhouse, and plump woman in her mid 60's answered the door. She was wearing a long, flowered dress and an apron that said "World's best grandma" across the chest.
"Hi there, good morning!" Doggett started. "My name is John, and this is my...Fiancée Monica. We've been in a bit of a car accident..."
"Oh, goodness! Here come in. Do you need to go to a hospital, my dear?" The woman took Reyes from John and helped her to a chair in the warm and inviting kitchen."
"No, no I'm okay. Although, I wouldn't refuse a Band-Aid or two if you have some handy. And maybe some Tylenol? My head really hurts."
"And could we use your phone?" Doggett asked. "My...parents don't live very far...we were on our way to visit them when the accident happened. I'm sure they can come get us."
"Of course, it's right over there." The woman pointed. "And as for you, I'll get you all fixed up in no time. You guys aren't hungry, are you? I just baked some caramel rolls. Help yourselves. And there's some fresh fruit in the basket there."
"Thank you, Mrs...."
"Please, call me Granny. Everyone else does." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned with gauze, medical tape, scissors, rubbing alcohol and some cotton swabs. Reyes allowed herself to be doctored up while the woman told them about her grandchildren with pride. Doggett dialed some BS phone number and started a one-sided conversation with his "parents." Reyes had to force herself not to laugh. She felt sorry for whoever Doggett had reached...they were probably very confused.
Hanging up the phone, he said, "Well, they can come get us, but not for a few hours. They want us to meet them...in town. Around noon." Silently Doggett prayed that they were somewhere near a town and that "In town" would mean something to this woman.
"Of course. You two are welcome to stay here until then. I'll make lunch. You can take it with you...some for your parents too!" She continued talking, not caring if they were listening or not. Doggett winked at Reyes.
***"Money? That's all you want? How much?" Mulder was a bit surprised.
"Well, I like you two. 400 Bolivian Pesos should do it."
"I...think I can manage." Mulder was picturing the cash buried in the corner of their hut. Not that it was doing them much good 400 Bolivian Pesos was less than 100 dollars. "It might have to be in American money, though. Say...Two hundred?" That ought to insure his silence.
"Amigo, you got yourself a deal."
Later, back at their hut, after giving the man the cash, Mulder and Scully were once again alone.
"Great, you got us out of Prison. Now what?" Scully seemed annoyed. "We can't stay here, now can we?"
*** Authors Note: Sorry all of these have been so short. I go for the 'many short chapters' approach instead of the 'occasional mile long chapter' one. If you would rather have longer chapters just let me know, but there won't be as many of them.
-From "It's for you" by Melissa Etheridge.
Ten minutes could never be long enough to tell the whole story. A story that took more than 9 years to write. Here's the shortened version that Mulder, with some interjections from a half-asleep Scully, told the Guard.
"My real name is Fox Mulder. Until recently, I was a FBI agent. This is Dana Scully. She was my partner. For 9 years we worked together, investigating unsolved mysteries involving the paranormal. One of our last cases involved men who apparently could not die. I was accused of killing one of these men. But he was seen, alive, after I supposedly killed him. I was on trial, and found guilty. Scully here, along with some other friends, helped me escape from prison. We've been on the run ever sense."
"Did you say men who could not die?" The guard's head had perked up at this statement? "My brother had a wife who was murdered in her home. He shot the man several times in the head, but the man kept on going, and nearly killed my brother. I had a hard time believing him."
"There is a way to kill these men. Near exposure to a certain metal..."
"Si, I know. I chased the man into a mine. He appeared to be sucked into the walls right before my eyes!"
"So you believe me? You'll let us go?"
"No, sorry senor, when I said you had to convince me, I mean with dinero. Money. Es de only way to get out of a prison here. Did you not know this? But I do believe you. I just need a bit more persuasion."
***Reyes walked with one arm over Doggett's shoulder, pretending that she needed his support to walk. They had removed the bandage and even scraped her head wound a little to get it to bleed some more. Doggett knocked gently on the door of the cute little farmhouse, and plump woman in her mid 60's answered the door. She was wearing a long, flowered dress and an apron that said "World's best grandma" across the chest.
"Hi there, good morning!" Doggett started. "My name is John, and this is my...Fiancée Monica. We've been in a bit of a car accident..."
"Oh, goodness! Here come in. Do you need to go to a hospital, my dear?" The woman took Reyes from John and helped her to a chair in the warm and inviting kitchen."
"No, no I'm okay. Although, I wouldn't refuse a Band-Aid or two if you have some handy. And maybe some Tylenol? My head really hurts."
"And could we use your phone?" Doggett asked. "My...parents don't live very far...we were on our way to visit them when the accident happened. I'm sure they can come get us."
"Of course, it's right over there." The woman pointed. "And as for you, I'll get you all fixed up in no time. You guys aren't hungry, are you? I just baked some caramel rolls. Help yourselves. And there's some fresh fruit in the basket there."
"Thank you, Mrs...."
"Please, call me Granny. Everyone else does." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned with gauze, medical tape, scissors, rubbing alcohol and some cotton swabs. Reyes allowed herself to be doctored up while the woman told them about her grandchildren with pride. Doggett dialed some BS phone number and started a one-sided conversation with his "parents." Reyes had to force herself not to laugh. She felt sorry for whoever Doggett had reached...they were probably very confused.
Hanging up the phone, he said, "Well, they can come get us, but not for a few hours. They want us to meet them...in town. Around noon." Silently Doggett prayed that they were somewhere near a town and that "In town" would mean something to this woman.
"Of course. You two are welcome to stay here until then. I'll make lunch. You can take it with you...some for your parents too!" She continued talking, not caring if they were listening or not. Doggett winked at Reyes.
***"Money? That's all you want? How much?" Mulder was a bit surprised.
"Well, I like you two. 400 Bolivian Pesos should do it."
"I...think I can manage." Mulder was picturing the cash buried in the corner of their hut. Not that it was doing them much good 400 Bolivian Pesos was less than 100 dollars. "It might have to be in American money, though. Say...Two hundred?" That ought to insure his silence.
"Amigo, you got yourself a deal."
Later, back at their hut, after giving the man the cash, Mulder and Scully were once again alone.
"Great, you got us out of Prison. Now what?" Scully seemed annoyed. "We can't stay here, now can we?"
*** Authors Note: Sorry all of these have been so short. I go for the 'many short chapters' approach instead of the 'occasional mile long chapter' one. If you would rather have longer chapters just let me know, but there won't be as many of them.