Disclaimer, A/N, and any other pertinent info in the first chapter


11:21 PM

Mulder and Scully ordered Chinese takeout, and ended up sitting on the floor to eat. The bed was too much of a distraction, and there wasn't a table. As Mulder reached to steal his third Cashew from Scully's plate, there was a loud pounding on the door, startling them. They drew their weapons as Mulder tiptoed towards the door, checking through the peephole before signaling an all clear. Scully lowered her weapon and stepped towards Mulder as he opened the door to the angry man on the other side.

"Are you Agent Scully?" He pushed his way into the room, pinning Mulder with an outraged glare.

Scully stepped forward. "I am. And you are..."

"Brandon Davis. Kayla's husband. Is this your partner? I want to talk to both of you."

Mulder nodded. "Can we help you with something, sir?"

He nodded grimly. "Yes, you can both help me. I want you to leave my wife alone."

Scully stepped forward in an attempt to placate the furious man. "Sir, we followed a paper trail which led us to your wife's mother, not her. Arbutus Roy treated a little girl in 1970 that may or may not have been my partner's younger sister. He just wants to find out what happened to her. Your wife already told us she had nothing to offer, and we left. We won't trouble you again."

Brandon nodded. "I'll take your word on that. I hope to never see either of you again." He turned and let himself out.


Brandon Davis took the long way home. He loved his family. He wished there was something else he could do, but he had his orders. They wanted his wife back under their control, the memories she seemed to be recovering buried again. Or they wanted her dead.

He'd noticed that she was different months ago, and hadn't done anything. If he'd spoken to her doctor then, this might have been prevented. Then he would have been able to keep his wife. However the previous week, he'd heard her telling Thomas, their oldest, about Massachusetts. Warning bells had gone off in his brain, and he'd practically run to his office to make the report, although he knew even then it was too late.

It hadn't taken his superiors long to call him back with the plan. If she had that much memory of the past, she would soon remember her brother. If that ever happened, there would be hell to pay from the higher ups on the Board. Kayla was their primary bargaining chip against him; if she somehow got in touch with him, the group would lose its power over Mulder.

Also, Kayla was in charge of the egg banks for the United States. If Mulder got his hands on her, she could blow the project wide open with only a few words, destroying years of work. That Mulder would insist on leaking her information to the public had sealed her fate. His superiors had laid down the law. Kayla had to go.

Brandon shivered. The work he did was messy, he was used to that. It involved murder, unauthorized surgeries, and the theft of genetic material from the best human specimens in the world. It was necessary, though. If the aliens ever decided to renege on their deal with the Board, the offspring their work created would be resistant to them; super intelligent, and immune to several forms of alien virus. They had achieved that; now the project consisted mainly of breeding these offspring, and spreading vaccines to the public.

He agreed that Kayla had become a security risk, but he wasn't as heartless as his superiors supposed him to be. He wasn't willing to allow Kayla to be disappeared, her past blotted out once again; or worse, murdered. Not for all the security in the world; she was the mother of his children, and she deserved better from him. So he'd given her a chance. Hopefully his little outburst tonight would draw Mulder and Scully to look more closely at Kayla Davis, make them look into her past, and hopefully save her life.