To Save the World

Part 18

A/N: I know I fell off the face of the world with this one. Truth is, I actually forgot that I hadn't finished this. There's another I've still got to finish that I forgot about. Summer vacation must do that to you. You probably want to read the last chapter to remember where I left off...


Egypt was an experience. Of course, I'd already been to Africa before, but Egypt was a whole different place. We stayed for four days, Charlie spent the whole time with the antidote, but Mulder and I were tourists. Just two faces in a crowd of thousands. We went everywhere, the Great Pyramid's, The Sphinx, the Nile River, the Sahara, the Kenyan Heights, everywhere. It was hot, but I didn't give a damn. It was nice to just be tourists for a couple of deaths, not two people with the weight of the world on their shoulders. It felt a little like old times, except instead of some crummy backwoods town we were in a county that harbored one of the 7 wonders of the world.

It was almost like the honeymoon we never had...to go with the wedding that never actually happened. Well, Dana Scully and Fox Mulder never got married; Katherine and William Carter did, though. I guess that's better than nothing is.

But, it was only a four-day trip. And now we're back home, back to working, back to saving the world. A world that doesn't even know it needs saving, at least, not saving of this magnitude. Sometimes I wonder why we're doing what we're doing, not the whole "saving the world" thing, but the "keeping it a secret" thing. I mean, if everybody knew, wouldn't it be easier? If the whole world were pitching in, wouldn't it go faster?

But then again, I muse; it can also go the other way. There could be a panic, instead of uniting the world, it could divide it even further. So right now, divide and conquer is our best strategy. Though, the groups are a little unbalanced. The whole world, verses the few of us who actually know what we're doing, maybe it's worth the risk.

"I think we should tell them," I say to Monica as we sit on the back porch of my home, watching the kids play in the yard.

She looks at me, a questioning gaze dancing in her brown eyes. "Tell who?"

"Everybody. The whole world. Don't you think that they have a right to know? I mean, it is their lives we're playing with. I mean, who are we to play God? Why should we be able to decided who should know, and who isn't stable enough to understand?"

"It could make a mess out of things."

"But, how will we ever know unless we try? The danger isn't as strong as it once was. Nearly everybody has had the antidote, and if they knew it would be that much easier to get those who don't have it vaccinated. We could have help...you know, the world's top scientist working on them...making them easier to distribute."

"How would we prove it? Nobody's going to believe a crackpot agent, who escaped from death row and his band of merry-men. They'll think we're crazy, lock us up and throw away the key."

"We get proof."

"How?"

"I don't know...but Mon, I think this is the right thing to do. Maybe Kirtschgau has some proof some undeniable evidence of their existence. Maybe somewhere the syndicate has a super-solider locked up, some test dummy they use. Please tell me that you agree with me, tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this way. I know Mulder would disagree...but, do you?"

"I don't know, Dana. This is big...so much bigger than anything we've ever thought about is. We could inevitably cause a mass panic. They could see that as their cue to come, then we'd be responsible for the end of the world, the apocalypse."

"But, if we don't it could come anyway."

"That's true."

"And, on the brighter side, they could believe us. We could end their coming once and for all. It could be over; we could go back to our old lives. You could be Special Agent Monica Doggett; I could be Special Agent Dana Mulder. We could live without fearing for the lives of our children, or children could grow up normally, with friends and boyfriends and girlfriends. Broken hearts and college acceptances. Don't you want JJ and Angel to have that? I know I want that William, Missy, and Caden to have normal lives."

She breathes in deeply, then exhales just the same. "I don't know. Maybe you should call Kirtschgau first, before taking this idea to Mulder and John."

"Right...but, I don't know his number. He always calls us."

"Well, then all you have to do is wait for his call."

I sigh, if I have to wait, then wait I will.

3 DAYS LATER:

"Who are you talking to?" I ask as I walk into the living room, where Mulder is on the phone, the TV on mute.

He looks at me and mouths "shh."

"Fine. If it's 'Mark' I need to talk to him."

He looks at me suspiciously, he knows I don't like talking with Kirtschgau.

He nods and goes back to his conversation, whispering into the phone. I just roll my eyes at him and turn to volume on the TV back on and flip through the channels. It's early, Labor Day, so I have the day off. The only thing that's on is Soap Operas or Law & Order. I guess I'll watch the latter.

Ten minutes later Mulder hands me the phone. I take it and walk out of the house and onto the back porch. "I need to ask you something, this is serious. All right?"

"Shoot."

I breath deeply, "do we have any proof of alien existence? Anything undeniable?"

He must have been caught off guard, because he doesn't answer me right away. "Like?"

"Hell, 'Mark' I don't know! Anything."

"Why?"

"Could you stop asking so many damn questions? I just...I want this to be over. I want people to know, I want to live like a normal person again."

"Have you talked to Mulder about this?"

"Damn it Kirtschgau. I asked you a question."

"You're not supposed to say my name."

"Like if somebody's listening they don't know the sound of your damned voice anyway. Just answer my question."

"Fine."

"Well?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, we have proof."

"What kind?"

"We captured one."

"One what? Alien? Super-solider?"

"Pick your pony."

"Both?"

"Yeah."

"You mean to tell me that you've had undeniable, 100% authentic proof of extra terrestrial life and you haven't done a god-damned thing about it? Tell me how that makes any kind of sense!"

"Calm down Scully. I don't have the proof, the syndicate does."

"Then get it."

"Have you talked to your husband about any of this?"

"I wanted poof first."

"My advice to you, Scully. Talk to Mulder. Then talk to me."

"I don't have a number to reach you on."

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Damn you Kirtschgau."

"Goodbye to you, too, Scully."

That was it. He hung up. Great, now I had to talk to Mulder.


"Mulder?"

"In the living room!"

I hung up the phone in the kitchen and then went into the living room to find him. He was sitting on the couch watching a baseball game. Funny, I didn't think baseball season had started yet. Maybe it was just a rerun of sorts.

"What did you need to talk with Kirtschgau about?"

"Some things."

He raised an eyebrow, "like what?"

I sat down next to him on the couch. "I think we should tell them."

"Tell who, what?"

"I think that we should tell everybody everything."

"You mean about colonization?"

"Yeah."

"They would never believe us."

"Kirtschgau said he has proof."

"What kind?"

"The syndicate has specimens."

"You mean..."

"Yeah."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I think it's the right thing to do. It's almost done, anyway. It would go a lot quicker if we didn't have to sneak around. We could go back to normal. Live like people again. The kids deserve a normal life...not one spent in hiding. You agree with me? Right?"

He nodded his head, "maybe it's time the world new."
A/N: Again, sorry it's taken so long for an update. The story is almost over...let me know what'cha think.