"Still Out There"
Written by: revery
Plot: Post-"Truth" After the death of his father, 18 year old William Van De Kamp receives a message from a mysterious man saying that his father has died, his real father, Fox Mulder. William sets out in a search for his biological parentage and the truth they worked so hard to uncover.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Files or anything that has been created by Chris Carter or 1013 Productions. I only worship.
Part Four- Appearances
Dana: "Time elapses in the blink of an eye and life suddenly changes. When the prodigal son returns, does he come back wiser, calmer, at peace with himself and his destiny? What destiny can he make, now that he knows what is out there? Will he now understand his origins? DNA is fickle, change a single chromosome, A to T, C to G, and change the entire self. What effect does that have on the soul? Memories can be deceiving, and our minds are made up of nothing but. Souls are memories are experiences are actions are sins. And they all beget life."
Shaker drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in a fast, impatient non-rhythm. He glared at his watch on his wrist. Time was moving much too slow. He looked up, his eyes followed a lone car sail past on the interstate, then resumed drumming his fingers. Shaker went rigid, then suddenly his face twisted in rage and he pounded on the wheel then gripped it in both hands and shook back and forth, like he wanted to rip it out.
A moment after his tantrum he released his grip and rubbed his sweaty face. He chuckled a bit. It was really quite karmic, if he believed in that. He knew his mistake. He knew that his end was soon to come. He hoped, rather cynically, that they would use this experience as an example for the next one.
Shaker sighed and closed his green eyes. For the time being he'd rest. Wait for the next call, the next set of orders, and for Will to return.
US 285
New Mexico 10:01am
Gibson took the exit ramp off the highway out of Roswell. It was the fourth time he had done so and he was getting tired of going in circles. He broke the silence between his companions, even though their thoughts were practically screaming in his head.
"So," he said, "what do we do?"
"We should call John and Monica and warn them," Madeline suggested. "Shaker might know where they are."
"No, that guy wasn't one of wasn't one of Shaker's men and he wasn't human," Will added.
"He wasn't human?" Roe stared at Will. "Then what was he?"
"It
was a bounty hunter," Gibson explained. "An Alien Bounty Hunter.
They hunt down humans with genetic alien material." He shot a look
through the rearview mirror at Will. Will looked up, feeling the
familiar gentle buzz in his brain and caught Gibson's look.
"How
do you know this?" Madeline asked Gibson.
"He came after me once," Gibson replied pushing his glasses up his nose. "But not before others got to me first and played with my brain. Apparently my gifts did not come without a price," he said grimly.
Roe looked back and forth at Gibson and Will. "I'm confused. It was only the NPIB that wanted Will, why would a bounty hunter be after him too"
"Because I'm an alien," Will replied almost inaudibly.
"No, you're not," Madeline told him.
"It explains what I saw, what I felt in my dreams. It explains what they did to me and why."
The other three had nothing to say to that, or if they did they didn't speak out loud. Gibson was the only one who spoke. "I know a safe enough place. We'll get there in a few hours." And with that, they were on the run once again.
Monument Valley
Arizona-Utah Border
9 hours later
It was just after dark by the time the four of them arrived at the motel. Star and moon light beamed down on them and Will recognized the landscape, it was desert and familiar. He shook off the tingling of déjà vu and gently roused Madeline sleeping on his shoulder. They checked into two rooms at the only lodge on the park grounds.
"Um…" Roe held the two key cards in his hands and stammered. "How do you wanna split up?"
The three males looked at Madeline. "Oh for god sakes," she yawned and grabbed a card from Roe. "The three of you can bunk together."
"B-But there's only two beds," Roe said.
She shrugged, "You'll have to work that out for yourselves." She sauntered off to her room. "See in the morning."
They let themselves into the smallish room and sure enough there were two beds. Will smirked, "I call top bunk."
"Oh shut up," Roe told him and glared at Gibson who tried to suppress a smile. Roe went over to the phone and dialed a number that was still inked on his hand.
"Roswell County Hospital," a tired female voice came back.
"Yes, room number for a Mrs. Linde please," he requested.
There was a pause and Roe heard rapid clacking of a keyboard. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Linde was discharged earlier today," the nurse replied.
A frown crossed his face and he hung up. "They're gone," Roe announced.
Gibson shook his head, "But where would they go?
Roe shrugged, "I don't know."
Suddenly, Will jumped up, something vibrated in his pocket. He reached in and fished out the PDA Bridget had given him. He had forgotten he still had it. "You have a new voice message" scrolled across the screen.
"What is it?" Roe asked darkly.
Will ignored him and pressed the play button on the screen and the speaker button for the others to hear
"Jeffrey Spender is missing," John's voice came, uncharacteristically strained. Will looked at them puzzled. "Who's Jeffrey Spender?"
"We figure it was sometime between the night Madeline and Gibson found Will and Roswell," John continued. "Monica and I won't be off radar much longer either. Don't come looking for us. We'll be in contact soon."
"I don't buy it," Roe declared.
"It was John," Gibson said with certainty.
"Who was John talking about? Who is Jeffrey Spender?" Will asked.
"He told John and Monica where you would be," Roe said. "He was a former FBI agent and worked on the X-Files too." Roe looked over at Gibson. "What would they want him for?"
"Other than the whereabouts of all of us?" Gibson shrugged. "I don't know."
Two Grey Hills, NM
John and Monica left the hospital early yesterday morning. They spent all day driving back to Two Grey Hills. Eric Hosteen greeted them and let Monica sleep off her pain medication in Madeline's room. John managed to get some sleep as well. Monica's wound wasn't as bad as they all feared. A flesh wound, the doctor said she'd be mobile within a day or two.
Now she and Eric were sitting around the table, listening to John's half of a phone conversation.
"I don't know," John said with a sigh. "I've gone over it a hundred times but I'm 99 sure that it was him." He listened to the person on the other end of the line. "Right. We're safe, for now. Have you heard from Spender?" He waited for the reply. "We figured as much. I sent word to the others… yeah, I hope so… Okay, bye." He hung up.
"Sit tight and wait it out?" Monica asked.
He nodded. "I don't like it though. Art and Gibson have no idea where we are, Will is probably on the edge of a breakdown or worse and the girl is probably worried about us as well." He exhaled. "We should've stayed dead."
"We have to think positive, John. The point of all this is to reunite Will with his parents."
"Right, but on the way how about he be kidnapped again, experimented on, almost die, and my favorite, kill an alien parading to be his aunt for the past 18 years. How much more can this kid possibly take?"
"A lot more I expect," she replied. "Will is special, remember? And on top of that he's Dana and Mulder's son, if anyone could take all of this, it is him. I'd hate to be within a mile of him when he gets angry."
"You actually believe what Spender told us? That Will is an alien?"
"Don't you?"
"He's just a boy, Monica" John said.
Monica looked away, a little hurt by John's tone. She knew that she could never truly understand John's argument; she had never lost a child like he had, or like Dana and Mulder had. But she shared something with Will that the others didn't. Monica understood Will's sense of despondency. It was a terrible feeling to believe that you were unwanted by the people that should love you most.
"John," she said, "think back to that year you came to the X-Files. The circumstances surrounding Dana's pregnancy, Will's birth, you can't deny that Will could be an alien."
"I won't deny it, but I'm not gonna dwell on that theory like everyone else."
Eric was silent thought during their discussion. His thoughts were on his daughter and he hoped that her spirit hadn't failed her. "What matters is we need to help them now, not the past," he resolved.
John and Monica nodded in agreement. "I think I should go to them," Monica suggested.
"No, you just got out of the hospital," John told her.
"I'm fine John. I'll go find Will and Madeline. You should go back to D.C. and get the files."
John looked ready to protest again, but resigned. "Okay, we'll split up."
Monica smiled, "I'll call you when I get there."
Monument Valley
7:11 pm
Will, Madeline, Gibson and Roe spent the next day cooped up indoors. After a dinner of lukewarm diner food Roe had to drive 40 minutes to and back Madeline stayed into the boys' room. The tension between her, Will and Roe became too much for Gibson to put up with even while he was watching TV so he left them and returned an hour later with a deck of cards. Roe wouldn't play with him or Will on account of their abilities so he and Madeline played.
Half an hour of Madeline and Roe's laughing, Will finally couldn't take the buzzing in his head that was Madeline's attraction to Roe so he left the room. Concerned, Madeline went after him, leaving Roe and Gibson alone in the room.
Madeline found him easily enough, following a trail not far from the motel. The sun was setting and the sky was changing colors, from pale yellow to vivid orange. The clouds off the horizon hid the shrinking sun and it turned them into neon pink. The mesas and mountains that surrounded them were a deep purplish-blue. She spied Will's silhouette standing a ways down and walked towards him.
"I've never seen a sunset like that," Will commented, surprising Madeline who stood behind him. She wasn't sure that he had noticed her. "It's like a painting."
She looked out, "It's beautiful." She took a deep breath in. "It's going to rain."
"Good," he said, still gazing at the sunset. "Pops would say that the rain had away of making everything seem new again."
"I wanted to thank you for saving my life," she said to him. "Back in Roswell."
Will tore his gaze from the colors and looked at Madeline. He gave her a crooked half-smile, "Now we're even."
She hesitated before continuing, "What you did…"
"I don't want…" he paused and repeated in a softer tone. "I don't want to talk about it."
Madeline desired to persist, but decided against it. She watched the sunset and remembered her father and what he told her before Will showed up at their door.
"You're afraid of me," he said, it wasn't a question.
She didn't look at him. "I'm not."
"Look at me." When she didn't he said it again. "Look at me."
She did. The waning light made shadows on his face. She traced over the outline with her dark eyes until she met his blue ones. "No," she said, barely audible. "I'm not."
In a slow, fluid motion he cupped her face into his hands and kissed her with more force than he meant to. Madeline, somewhat taken aback by his actions, instantly resisted, but his kiss became tender a moment later and she let herself relax. Her hands reached up around his neck and she ran her fingers through the back of his hair.
There was no mistaking the gentle hum in his mind as they kissed, yet instead of being worried, Will was comforted in Madeline reciprocating emotions he felt from her. Everything that had been troubling him seemed to fade into the background with the sun. Way off in the distance was a low rumbling and flashes of lightning, the storm Madeline predicted would come soon. But over their heads the stars emerged, glittering against the dark sky.
Will pulled away from Madeline abruptly. The buzzing in his head wasn't gentle hum anymore, instead it blared like a siren. He looked back towards the hotel.
"What is it?" Madeline asked him.
Will looked down at Madeline and ran his thumb over her lips. "It's nothing," he told her. "I'm going to go back to the room." He walked away quickly.
Madeline frowned watching his retreat back to the hotel, and wondered why his mood had changed.
Not far, on the highway, driving in a rental car towards them was someone they left back in Roswell.
When she got back to the room, Roe saw her swollen lips and knew what she and Will had been doing. Gibson stood up and gave him a sympathetic pat. Madeline looked around.
"Where's Will?"
Gibson and John exchanged a quick look.
"He's gone."
Mount Weather
Bluemont, VA
Shaker paced back and forth in an office he had just ransacked. There was only one piece of vital information he found and he clutched it in his hand. The numbers scrawled on it were not in his handwriting. He was angry at himself for not finding them earlier, even more that he had not yet decided to do anything about it. He just paced.
Earlier he had been called into his boss' office again to be told of a situation in Roswell where witnesses had seen a man crash through a motel room wall then pick himself up and walk away. Witnesses had also seen a car speed away with about four people in it.
Something in his jacket pocket gave him a jolt and he fished out the offending object. He pressed "view message" on his PDA and read: "You can have me. Meet me where it began."
Monument Valley
Madeline stared for a second, wondering if she heard Gibson correctly. She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean he's gone? Where did he go?" She looked over at Roe whose gaze was on his shoes. Neither male said a word.
She got into Roe's face. "Why didn't you stop him!" She didn't even let him answer before her face settled in absolute resolve.
"Madeline, they'll kill you too," Gibson spoke up.
She didn't listen to him. She only held out her hand to Roe. "Give me the keys."
"Madeline…" He looked into her dark eyes. They were pained and pleaded out to his. "No," Roe said finally and quietly.
In an instant her whole demeanor changed. Roe thought she was going to either cry or slug him or both, but her eyes turned cold and she stalked away outside, slamming the door behind her.
Roe hung his head and rubbed his hair. He caught a glance of Gibson who had a look on his face. "Don't be reading my mind right now, Gib. I'm not in the mood."
"You could've done something," Gibson said.
"What?" Roe asked frustrated. "What was I supposed to do, shoot him? You saw what he did. What he can do. Maybe Will being gone is the best thing for us."
"For you and Madeline?"
Roe glowered. "Quit it," he warned. He didn't want Gibson poking around in his brain and bringing up anything he wasn't ready to admit.
"I'm just saying what's already on your mind," Gibson replied, a hint of a smile danced around his goatee. "Falling in love in the midst of all this isn't going to make anything easier."
"Is she…?" Roe couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence for fear of what Gibson knew.
Gibson shrugged apologetically, "I don't know, man."
Roe nodded, he'd take uncertainty over sureness any day.
Madeline was standing at the edge of the porch. It was a clear night, moonlight beamed down on her face. The air was cool, and a breeze ruffles Madeline's hair. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, trying to keep her insides from spilling out. He hadn't realized that he liked Madeline as much as he did. True, he was nearly ten years her senior but she was brave and strong, and absolutely beautiful. He wondered to himself when the moment was he did fall in love with her.
Roe padded to her softly, as if she was a deer and the slightest noise or movement would make her run.
"I'm sorry I yelled," she said.
"It's okay. You were mad." There was uncomfortable silence before Roe continued. "The car's gone." He sighed. "No luck us leaving any time soon."
"You knew about everything." She accused. "You knew about Will."
Roe nodded, "I heard about something in the NPIB. An operation on the highest classified orders."
"And you told John."
He nodded again. "I had met John and Monica before their "death"…"
"Your X-Files homework."
"Right. I knew that they were the last agents assigned to the department. They were also strongly opposed to the FBI and the National Security Agency merger. They knew, that putting those kinds of government powers together meant that society would be even more in the dark about what was going on. About alien re-colonization."
Madeline turned to him. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked. "You need to tell Will."
"No, you are the one that needs to know all this. Don't you see? Will is an X-File."
Madeline faced him. "There is no X-Files," she said and walked away.
"There are always going to be X-Files," he called after her retreating figure.
Near Pine Bluffs, WY
Morning
Will picked his way through the ashes of his former home. What hadn't been burned was ruined by the water. His mother's favorite china was shattered in pieces on the floor. His father's Barcalounger was charred, disfigured lump.
"Will."
He turned around, already knowing who was behind him. "Nice of you to come."
Shaker shrugged. "I didn't have anything else better to do. Besides, my superiors have been riding me to hurry and bring you in. So imagine my surprise when I get a text giving the time and place you're going to be at."
"Glad it worked out for you then," Will said. He smirked a bit.
"I have to know something before we go," Shaker said. "Why now? Why turn yourself in now?"
"There's someone else after me," he replied. "Someone who I'm pretty sure wants me dead. Your bosses, on the other hand, don't want me dead. I think that explains it."
"That'll do it."
"There's one condition."
Shaker groaned, "Of course there is."
"You, your bosses, they leave the others alone."
Shaker shook his head, "I can't make that promise Will."
Will took a step towards him, noting that Shaker's body stiffened as he did so. "Leave them alone," he growled. "Or I walk out of here and you'll never see me again." He took another step. "Mainly because I'll rip your eyeballs out of the sockets," he whispered maliciously into his ear.
Shaker swallowed and nodded.
Will smiled, "Don't worry now, Shaker. I'll come quietly."
A glimmer of shock passed over Shaker's freshly shaven face. "Picked up on your powers."
"Yeah," Will said. "So are we going or what?"
Shaker stepped aside and gestured widely, "Whenever you're ready."
Will walked to the awaiting helicopter, Shaker a step behind him.
Mount Weather Complex
Bluemont, Virginia
Will stood in the elevator next to Shaker. Shaker was more at ease in the building than he had been in Wyoming.
"You made the right choice, you know," Shaker said, breaking the thick silence. "This way, I don't have to kill any of your new friends."
Will said nothing in response.
Shaker sighed. "I heard you killed your aunt, Bridget I mean." He smirked at him, "Must've been tough."
"Not really," Will replied earning a smile from Shaker. Will glanced at him, "Did you know her well?"
Shaker shook his head. "Not really. She was that mysterious femme fatale, you know, good at making you believe what you want."
"Yeah," Will mumbled.
They arrived at the destined floor and Shaker lead Will off and through the halls.
"What kinds of tests do you run here?"
"All types."
"On aliens? On people like me?"
"There are no people like you Will." He pressed a button on the wall next to a door. It slid open to a well-furnished room. "You'll stay here."
Will walked into the room and Shaker pressed the button again and the door closed, the sole window out filled with Shaker's face. "Welcome home, Will."
Monument Valley, Utah
Madeline was curled in a chair as far as Roe as she could get in the smallish room. He was sitting in another chair, gripping Will's PDA in his hand. Gibson sat Indian-style on one of the beds, eyes glued to the TV, trying desperately to drown out the other two's thoughts. A few minutes passed and someone knocked at the door.
Gibson was the only one who reacted, Madeline and Roe still set in their respective funks. He got up and answered it, a little surprised to see Monica at the door. Madeline looked up to see who it was.
"Monica!" She exclaimed getting up to give the older woman a hug. "What are you doing here? How are you?"
Monica hugged Madeline back and smiled at her and Gibson. "I'm fine. The bullet grazed me. We went back to New Mexico, thinking you would be there. But your father, Madeline, said he hadn't heard from you."
"What about the message on Will's PDA?" Gibson asked.
"We needed you to know we were all right, but just in case it got picked up by any unwanted ears we couldn't tell you where we were," Monica explained.
"And Jeffrey Spender?"
Monica shrugged, "John got a call and confirmed some suspicions but we were told to sit tight." She sighed heavily. "John went to D.C. and I came here. E thought the best thing would be to split up for the time being."
"That does sound smart," Gibson said. "Look at us."
Monica smiled a little, "Where's Will?"
"He left," Madeline said softly.
Monica raised her eyebrows, "Where did he go?"
Madeline was about to reply, but Roe spoke up. He stood and held up Will's PDA in his hand. "He gave himself up."
The other three's mouths dropped. "He what!"
Roe looked over at Madeline. "I hacked into his outbox and the last message he wrote basically says, "you can have me". I don't know who it was to, but I figure it was that Shaker guy."
"Why would he do that?" Madeline asked.
"Probably to save us," Gibson said. "There wouldn't be any other reason but to exchange himself for us."
Monica nodded, "Will knows how valuable he is to them…"
"And with the alien bounty hunter after him too," Roe added.
Monica's head snapped to Roe, "What Alien Bounty Hunter?"
Roe raised his eyebrows, "The one in Roswell. The one that Will hurled threw a wall."
"Will threw him through a wall?"
"With his mind," Roe said.
Monica looked over at Gibson. "He did that?"
Gibson nodded, "He did."
"I think it's time," she said.
"Yeah," Gibson agreed. "I do too."
"Time for what?" Madeline looked back and forth between the two. "What?"
Gibson looked Madeline in the eyes, "I know where they are."
"Who?" Madeline blinked. "Will's parents?" she guessed.
He nodded a yes.
She eyed him, then turned to Monica. "Why now? Why didn't you tell Will?"
Regret crossed her face, "You have to understand, Will was never supposed to know about his parents."
"I don't."
"They wanted a life for him. They would always be running. Always in hiding. All Dana wanted was a normal life for her normal son."
"They're his parents. He needs them now."
"I agree. But Madeline, we don't even know where he is now or what he is…"
"He's Will."
"Madeline," Gibson lowered his voice, "you know. Will isn't just human anymore."
She looked away. "I knew when he came to my house. I knew he was the son of the FBI man Eric told me about." She squeezed her eyes shut, her fists balled, then she relaxed. "I knew he came from other blood. I knew and I shouldn't have kept it a secret from him. I should've told him first."
"Why didn't you?" Monica asked.
"I was scared. Not for me, but for him," she lifted her head up. "This journey one takes on their own. They must carry with them all knowledge of their past and none of their future. To find a future with an open mind."
Gibson nodded, "That's what your father told you."
She nodded, "What I carried with me, my knowledge influenced my actions."
"And so they do with Will," Monica pointed out.
Madeline looked at her and understood. To know everything right away would've sent Will into a breakdown, he was suffering with what he had been through as it was now. The only thing left for her to do for him was to go with Gibson and reunite Will with his biological parents. That had been her goal from the beginning and once finished she could return to her father and home. She smiled at Gibson and straightened up. "What are we waiting for?" She asked him, a renewed sense of purpose flowing through her now. "Let's go get Will's parents."
Chipping Norton
Oxfordshire, United Kingdom
"You can't remember the address?" Madeline asked exasperated. They had just been on a plane for twelve hours and she was more than a little cranky and very stiff.
"Hey, I'm not even supposed to know where they are," Gibson refuted. "Much less tell anyone."
"The burden of being a psychic," Madeline muttered.
"Telepathic," Gibson corrected her. "I have no idea what will happen next."
Madeline rolled her looked out the window of their rental car. "There's a post office across the street I'll go ask for directions. I need to stretch my legs anyways," Madeline said to him.
Gibson nodded absently, his attention on the map he was studying. Madeline walked across the street and opened the door to the post office. She collided with a woman coming out. The woman lost all her mail to the ground.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry," Madeline apologized and stooped down to pick up the letters.
"It's all right," the woman replied in an American accent. She took her mail from Madeline, "Thank you.
Madeline and the woman smiled at each other. Madeline knit her shaped brows together. She could see Will in the woman's eyes, or rather, had seen this woman in Will's eyes. "Excuse me?"
The woman turned back around, "Yes?"
Madeline attempted the most sincere and honest smile she could, "This is going to sound strange but, is your name Dana Scully?"
The woman looked ready to rabbit. Her eyes flickered over Madeline, like she assessing how much of a threat Madeline was to her. "I'm sorry," the woman shook her head. "I'm afraid you have me confused with somebody else."
Madeline smiled, disappointment evident on her face. She sighed, "Oh. Oh well, I'm very sorry."
The woman gave a tight smile, "That's all right."
Madeline turned to walk away but paused. She couldn't ignore what she saw, or more importantly, what she felt. She turned back, but the woman was gone. Madeline looked around and caught a flash of red hair near the exit. She dropped her items and ran after the woman, muttering "excuse me's" as she pushed past people.
She got outside and looked around again for the red hair. She saw the woman getting into a car. Without thinking Madeline ran across the parking lot, the action earning her honks and profanities.
Gibson looked up and saw Madeline in the middle of the street. He looked to his left and saw Dana Scully getting into her vehicle. He started up the car and drove up to Madeline. "Get in!" He shouted. She did and he took off after Scully's car.
They followed the car all the way to a house outside of the town. Dana was inside before they pulled up. Gibson pounded on the door. "Dana? It's me Gibson Praise," he called through the door.
The door opened a crack, "Gibson?"
He smiled, "Hello Dana. I'm sorry for scaring you."
Relief washed over her face and she opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked after giving him a hug.
"Well…"
Dana didn't give him a chance to reply before she saw Madeline standing behind him. "Who are you?"
"I'm Madeline Hosteen."
"Hosteen?" She looked at Gibson and he nodded a confirmation.
Madeline smiled, "I'm a friend of Will's."
"Will?" Dana's blue eyes watered at the mention of her son's name. "You saw him?"
Madeline nodded, "Ms. Scully, He's in trouble and we need your help."
"What?"
"Dana," Gibson said as gently as he could, "they found him."
It took her a moment, "How?"
Gibson shrugged. "I don't know. They've known where he was this whole time. They only waited until after his father died."
"I don't believe this. Gibson did…"
He nodded, "I'm sorry."
Dana bit her lip to keep from crying. "I can't come now. Not now."
She shook it off. "Skinner was murdered."
"Roe told me," Gibson said, understanding.
Madeline's heart sank, "But why? You have to!"
Dana ignored the girl's outburst. She just looked at Gibson.
"Come on Madeline," Gibson said. "John will be waiting for us at the airport."
Madeline pulled away from Gibson. "No!" she cried. "He needs you!"
Dana looked at Madeline, "If you're his friend he'll need you too," she said.
Madeline gaped at her and stalked away. She got to the end of the walkway and debated on turning back and forcing Dana Scully to come with them. A car drove up to the house and a man got out carrying a bag of groceries. He cocked his head at the Native American girl standing in the yard. She turned around and got into the rental car without noticing him.
Gibson walked out and saw the man staring at Madeline. Gibson walked to the car and the man looked up at him and nodded. Gibson nodded back and got into the car. He and Madeline left for the airport.
Mount Weather Complex
Bluemont, VA
"No." Shaker said. "You can't put her out in the field now. It's way too soon."
"You're not in charge here Shaker," the man with the lulling voice said. "After Roswell, we won't take any chances."
"What happened in Roswell?"
"The bounty hunters have resurfaced."
Shaker's face drained of its color. "Why wasn't I told sooner?"
"You've been told now. We need you to go get the others now."
Shaker hesitated, "I-I promised Will I wouldn't."
"You promised him?"
"His surrender wasn't as unconditional as I said. He came under the condition that his friends are left alone."
"And you agreed?"
"He made it difficult not to."
The man shook his head, "Shaker you're still far too concerned with the fragility of your mortality. You assist in the retrieval of the girl and Gibson Praise that is all."
"Yes sir."
Will sat back in the uncomfortable chair, exhausted. He never thought it was really possible for his brain to hurt, but right then it was throbbing. He had just finished a series of experiments that tested his new abilities. He knew that they had changed him with what they did to him before, but he didn't realize how much. At first, the results only came from some kind of negative stimulant, but after about an hour he was able to move objects just by thinking it.
Now, he was fatigued in a way he had never been before. What he really noticed was that after the doctors had left him alone in the room, the buzzing in his head ceased.
"After a while it won't hurt anymore," a voice said.
Will looked around. No one was in the stark room except him. And the voice definitely didn't come from his head. "What?"
"Your head hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Will said. "Um where are you?"
"The room next to you."
"Are you an alien?"
Jeffrey snorted, "No. They'd wish I was though. Besides, can't you just read my mind?"
Will shook his head, "I can't do that."
"Guess that's not your ability. Lucky. They put mind readers through a helluva lot worse." He sighed. "So what'd they make you do?"
"Nothing," Will said.
"You can tell me Will."
"How do you know my name?" he demanded.
"I know a lot about you, son. I knew your parents."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Jeffrey Spender."
Will recognized the name, "You disappeared."
"I was on my way to you when they nabbed me outside of Roswell. I needed to warn you that others were coming."
"There was an alien in Roswell. Gibson said it was a bounty hunter. I threw him through a wall." Will said.
Jeffrey Spender shook his head, "You don't understand. It wasn't there for you."
Will paused like he didn't hear him right. "What?"
"It wanted the mind reader and the girl."
John F. Kennedy Airport, NY
Madeline adjusted her bag on her shoulder and turned back at Gibson who had the same pensive expression on his face as he had on the whole plane ride over. They both walked out of the terminal to where John would be waiting for them outside.
Madeline had the strangest sensation of the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She shivered violently. Gibson stared at her, or rather through her.
"Madeline…" she heard him say before she somehow got a flash of a woman with a gun behind them.
"Run!" she shouted at him. She grabbed his hand and they ran away from the woman that had just pulled out a gun at them. Madeline looked back and identified the light haired woman which made her run faster.
The woman jogged after them, pushing people out of her way.
Ahead, Gibson could see John pulling up to the sidewalk in a car. "C'mon!" he pulled her in another direction away from John to lose the woman.
"She's not human," Madeline panted.
"I know," Gibson replied.
In his car, John saw the two of them running away from him and the woman chasing them. He was about to get out of the car and follow them when he saw Shaker talking to a man. John slouched down as far as he could and watched him, knowing that if he saw John that it would be bad for Madeline and Gibson.
Gibson and Madeline ran back into the terminal, the woman was right behind them. Suddenly, Madeline yanked him in another direction, for whatever reason, it was too late. Two taser fangs bit into Gibson and he let go of her hand and went down, shaking on the ground from the electric current.
"Gibson!" Madeline screamed. She grabbed his hand, ignoring the shocks she was getting and tried to pull him along. Not wanting to leave him, but knowing that the woman was about a second away from getting to them. She dropped his hand and ran. She got about five feet before coming face to face with the woman.
"Don't move," the woman said.
Madeline dared not to. "Bitch," she snarled.
The woman had a vacant expression as she hauled her arm back and hit Madeline across the cheek.
Madeline thought her eyeball exploded and she turned back to the woman and punched the woman in the jaw. The woman wiped blood from her lip and smiled a little before she hit her again and before Madeline could retaliate had a gun on her.
"I'd think about it this time," she said and Madeline accepted defeat.
John watched from his car as two men in sterile suits wheeled Gibson out on a gurney and into the back of a Hazmat van. About a minute later, Madeline was brought out in cuffs and put in another van. A familiar-looking woman came out after her and stopped to talk to Shaker. Shaker waved her away and got into another car, the woman got into the passenger's seat and the motorcade drove away.
Mount Weather Complex
Bluemont, Virginia
"Let me out!" Madeline pounded on the glass window which she knew was a two-way mirror. "You hear me in there! Let me out of here!"
She turned when the door slid open and Shaker walked in. "Hello Madeline," he greeted.
"You bastard," she spat. "What the hell am I doing here?"
He smiled wide, "Well, Madeline. It seems that you are a more valuable asset than I realized."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your part in this play," he said innocently. Shaker walked around her, he leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "You're the Juliet to Will's Romeo."
"Stop it," she said.
His grin grew wider, staying close to her ear he went on. "You don't even know do you?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, "No," she whispered. "I'm not…"
"You didn't know your mother."
The words hit her like a concrete wall. She opened her eyes, tears fell down her cheeks. "She died."
He walked back in front of her and picked up the electronic file he had set on the table. He turned it on and skimmed it. "During labor, it says. She died giving birth to you." He looked up at her. "But you didn't know she was an abductee."
Madeline stared at him through blurred vision. She couldn't speak.
He nodded. "That's right. She was subjected to the tests. Like so many before her. Inseminated with alien DNA, but what the doctors didn't know was that she was already a carrier. She had functioning 'junk' DNA within her already and would pass it on to her offspring."
"You speak like she was an animal," Madeline retorted, the calmness of her voice surprised her. "Like this women were cattle."
"They all served their purpose. They gave birth to alien babies that would be studied, then be administered the right treatment to have healthy human babies with alien DNA. But like I said before, your mother already had alien DNA."
"I am not an alien."
"No, you are human, but like Will, you are more than. You two are the perfect pair, the Adam and Eve. But you were split up. Will was stripped of his abilities and you disappeared from their reach."
Madeline's head pounded from the information. She felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. "I don't believe this."
"After everything that's happened you're finding this too incredible?" He laughed. "That's something." He laid down the file in front of her. "Go ahead," he nodded. "Look through it."
With a trembling hand Madeline opened the file on the screen. She read the first few lines of the file. "Subject: #11041929198586, sex: F, birth date: 12/06/75 Santa Fe, NM, USA, date of death 1/10/02 Georgetown Memorial Hospital, MD, USA." She let out a shaky gasp. At the bottom of the screen was a picture and written under it in bold font was the name, "Carmen Baker".
A/N: I apologize not updating sooner. The next update will definitely be sometime in the next two days and it will be the last part in this story. Thank you for the reviews.