TO SAVE THE WORLD

PART 15

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ONE WEEK LATER:

It's been a week, and I've yet to hear from our mystery informant. Furthermore, I'm the only person who's been in contact with him, he hasn't called anybody else. It's a bit frustrating really. I'm starting to really get irritated.

"Dr. Carter, phone call for you." Kenna says as she walked into my office. I thank her and she leaves my office.

I picked up the phone. "Dr. Carter."

"I'm bored."

I laugh, "of course you're bored, Mulder. You can't throw pencils at the ceiling anymore."

"My next client doesn't come in for another 45 minutes. I've got nothing to do."

"It seems to me you're doing a pretty damn good job of whining."

"Oh, ha ha. That was very funny."

"Well, I'm so glad that you think so. But, I've actually got work to do. I'll see you at home, alright?"

"But what am I supposed to do until 2 o'clock!"

"There's always solitaire."

I heard him sighing, "goodbye, Mrs. Mulder."

"Goodbye, Mr. Mulder."

"Love ya."

"I love you, too. See you in a couple hours." I hung up the phone shaking my head. My husband, what a geek.



"RING! RING! RIN--"

"Dr. Carter's office."

"Ah, Agent Scully, hello."

"Mark, I wish I could say I'm glad to hear you, but you don't seem to be giving me any information of substance."

"No? Well, hell, here I am trying to save yours and your family's lives by telling you that they're getting close to figuring you out, all the while thinking it's important. Guess I was wrong."

"Well, of course it is important. But, I already knew that."

"Hmm, I'm sorry if it wasn't what you had been expecting. But, you'll have to earn anything else."

"Earn? What the hell is your problem? We don't have the time for you to be dicking around with this, it's not a damn game, there are lives, billions of lives, at steak here. This isn't something to be taken lightly. This is something that we need to stop, now. So don't preach that *earning the information* shit to me. I'm not buying."

"Now I know why they say redheads are fiery. Calm down there Dana. I'm going to give you the information you seek, in time--"

"Did you not pay attention to a damn thing I said? We don't have time."

"Yes, we do. More time than you think."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"We've got years, Agent Scully. Yes, it would be better to get it done, now. But, if it doesn't happen this year, there won't be repercussions."

"You, are an asshole."

"You don't like me very much do you?"

"Now what would give you that outlandish idea?"

"You know, you're funnier than I remember."

"Oh, you think I'm funny? How sweet. That just gives me the warm fuzzies. Thank you, so very much."

"You know what, I'm not sure I like your attitude."

"Well, excuse me if I'm a bit bitchy, I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders, and you don't seem to care that in a couple of years we could all be dead. Now, to me, that seems a bit insensitive. But, then again, that's just my opinion."

"You think I don't care? Trust me, Agent Scully. I care, more than you know. I just know a few things you don't. If things are rushed into problems can ensue. We don't need problems."

"What do you want?"

"To help, Agent Scully, all I want to do is help."

She sighed, "then why won't you tell me who you are?"

"I told you, I can't trust that the line I'm using is secure, if they find out, I'm dead. You're dead, your family's dead, all your friends are too. Then, everybody's dead, and the entire human race is no more. That's really not something that I want to happen because of a careless mistake."

Scully was silent, she sat in her chair and stared out the window in her office.

"Agent Scully?"

She paused, "I'm here. Alright, I understand that. But, you've got to give me more to go on. I need more."

"You've got all you need now, keep working with the magnite, keep distributing it. You've already gotten over 3/5th's of them. You and your friends are doing everything you can, you've got to move though, you've got to get it out as fast as you can. Don't think for a moment you've got them all, there's still more. And, there are still people who need the antidote for the black oil. Granted, almost every person is now immune, but, there are still those who aren't. You must get to them, quickly. Goodbye again, Agent Scully." And then he hung up the phone.

Scully placed the phone back in it's cradle and stared at it for the longest time. She looked around her office, taking in the typically doctor scenery, a stethoscope lying on her white lab coat on a chair in the far corner, files scattered across the top of her desk, it all seemed alien to her. It was only a few years ago she was cooped up in the basement of the J. Edgar Hoover building, with *spooky* Fox Mulder, searching for a truth she didn't fully believe in. Now, she was a doctor, she had a normal life--except for the whole *covertly saving the world* thing. It amazed her.

"Dr. Carter?" Kenna said, walking into her office once more. "Your next patient is being prepped for surgery as we speak."

Dana nodded, "alright. Tell them I'm on my way."

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MULDER'S POV:

"Dr. Carter," Lynn's voice came over the intercom, "there's a man on the phone for you, he says that it's urgent."

Mulder thanked the Lord, but controlling his happiness he looked over at his patient. "I'm sorry Miss. Sanden, I need to take this call."

"Telephones are the work of Satan!" The woman screamed as she jumped out of her seat.

"Um-hmm, all right then. We'll cut this meeting short Miss Sanden, next week will be an hour and a half."

She nervously looked around the office. "They're coming for me! You can't let them take me!"

"No, they're not. I'll see you next week."

She huffed and walked out the office, muttering something under her breath.

"Damn crazy woman." Mulder mumbled as he picked up his phone, "hello, Dr. Carter."

"You know, both you and Scully answer the same way."

"Who is this?"

"Mulder, I'm hurt. You don't remember me? That cuts deep, it wasn't that long ago."

He strained and searched his brain for the name that went with the voice. It suddenly hit him, and to say the least he was shocked. "I thought you were dead."

"Well, obviously not."

"They shot you."

"Yes, yes they did."

"And you work for them?"

"Yeah, interesting twist of fate, huh? But, it's not like I didn't work for them before."

"That was different."

"You're right, it was. But, I have no choice."

"Why?"

"They'll kill me if I don't do what I'm doing. Why do you think I'm helping you?"

"That's right, you're Scully's mystery informant, huh?"

"Yeah, she hasn't figured out who I am yet."

"Mi--"

"Eh, no. Don't say my name. They might be listening."

"Looks like I'm not the only paranoid one…well, there's Miss. Sanden. But, she's schizophrenic."

"What are you talking about?"

"A patient."

"Ah ha. Right. So then."

"Why did you call?"

"Alright, skipping the small talk. Very blunt. I called because it was taking Scully too long to figure out who I am, and I can't exactly tell her over the phone. I'm not sure if my lines are secure."

"Right, I understand."

"I figured that you would. I will probably be contacting Scully the most, I don't want them to figure you guys out, if I stick to one phone number, it'll be better. So, until we meet face-to-face, goodbye."

"Yeah. Bye."

Mulder hung up the phone and stared at it. His mind was flooded with information, he couldn't believe who the informant was. It was mind boggling. He had to call Scully.

He dialed the now familiar number and waited while Scully's RN, Kenna, picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Can I speak with Dr. Carter, please?"

"She's in surgery at the moment, Mr. Carter. Do you want me to have her call you back when she gets out?"

"No, it's alright. Thank you anyway."

"Alright, Mr. Carter. Goodbye."

"Yeah, bye." He hung up and again stared at the phone. He rubbed his jaw and sat there, looking at the phone until there was a buzz at his intercom.

"Dr. Carter, your 3 o'clock is here."

He pressed the button, "Send him in."

Mr. Yatez came in and sat on the couch. "Hey doc."

"Mr. Yatez. How are you doing today?"

"Alright, I guess. Bob's doing fine as well."

Mulder sighed, another long hour ahead of him.

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a/n: who do you think my mystery informant is? You'll find out in the next chapter!!! And, hopefully, my next chapter will be out Tuesday, I'm giving it a specific date because Tuesday is my birthday, and It'll be a birthday present from me to you, and your present for me can be *nice* reviews! Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! Tell me how its going.

~Oh, yeah. My writers block is far gone! Yea!