A/N: hey guys! I'm sooo sorry that I haven't had time to update! My lit teacher gave us a huge research paper and I've had to commit all of my time to it! I hope you all are still interested, and IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN PUSHER, DO NOT READ, MAJOR SPOILERS! On with the show. . .

Odyssey

"Wait, if he's a super solider, then why does he want everyone abducted with him dead?" asked Byers, stunned by this revelation.

"Good question." Said Mulder, "but I need to go get Scully."

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"Gerroffme!" Scully yelled at her captor. "What the hell do you want? Where's Mulder? Where are we? I'm a federal agent!"

The man restraining the struggling woman cackled. "Stupid girl. I know who you are, and your former partner can't help you anymore." He grinned evilly.

"That's not true!" Scully exclaimed, struggling against her captor as he put her in a chair and tied her to it.

"Sure it is. See, I have proof." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph.

She looked and saw a picture of her partner, with a large gunshot wound in is head. Her medical mind told her that he was gone, but her heart told her otherwise. It just didn't make sense.

"You. . ." she started slowly, more out of rage than anything else. "You had him killed."

"No, he killed himself. Right in front of everybody at the FBI. Just couldn't take it anymore." He smiled his wicked, evil smile.

"Bullshit." She spat, not willing to accept the fact that he committed suicide. "I don't buy it. Nice story, though."

"Believe what you will." He left the room, leaving her in the chair.

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A man looked around at the group he was meeting with. He slowly pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"What did Mulder do this time?" One of them asked. He looked at the man taking a slow puff from his cigarette.

"Not him, that partner of his. Got taken by the one from the 71 abduction." He said, pausing to take another puff.

"You mean- the original?" The man asked.

"Yeah. It seems that Mulder knows about what happened." He slowly blew out the smoke.

"I don't think that I understand what happened then." Said another in the room.

"It was their first attempt at the super soldiers." Said the man, taking another slow puff of the cigarette. "20 of them. All but one failed, our assassin, the one who has been killing casino owners recently. Name's Anthony." He exhaled smoke slowly.

"We need to get rid of Mulder." Said the man who originally started the conversation. "If he figures out who he is-"

"You mean-" someone interjected. The man nodded.

"I can take care of it." Said the smoking man. "Did you get all that, Krychek?" he looked into the shaded corner. A man emerged and nodded. He left the room.

The man finished his cigarette, mashing it in an ash tray. He coughed, and then lit another.

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She sat in the chair, taking in her surroundings. Something about him bothered her, a funny tingling feeling in the back of her neck.

She thought about Mulder. Was he really dead? She pondered this possibility, the mere thought bringing tears to her eyes. Mulder was everything to her. She couldn't bear to think what might happen to her if he died.

But was he dead? The picture looked real, but she had seen better looking false pictures before. He wouldn't kill himself just because she got taken. She told herself this, but something deep inside her made her think otherwise. She heard shuffling outside the door, and her captor entered. He had a needle. He put it into her arm, and a few seconds later she was slipping into a world of blissful darkness.

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Mulder paced back and fourth at the spot where he had been told to meet Scully's captor. Something about this case bothered him, other than the super soldiers, like a nagging. Then it hit him with a harsh realization.

"Pusher!" he said aloud.

"Excuse me?" asked a man behind him in a wicked tone.

Mulder jumped slightly and turned around, all of him previous thoughts forgotten.

"Where is she? What have you done to her? Oh if you even laid a hand on her I swear I'll-"

"Oh, she's fine, for the moment, Mr. Mulder. In fact, you'll be seeing her soon. Now, where are your friends?" He looked around. "Ahh, I see them." He gestured to a window.

"Yes Mr. Mulder, you were right. The man you know as "pusher" was one of us."

"He wasn't part alien- he had a tumor that gave him his powers. He wasn't sup-" he cut off.

"Just because you have tumor doesn't mean you're one hundred percent human, Mr. Mulder. I believe Ms. Scully has a chip in her neck, am I wrong?"

Mulder's hands clenched into a fist. "So Pusher was –"

"Alien." He finished for Mulder.

"But he died! I thought we couldn't kill-"

"Patients, Mr. Mulder. You will know soon enough." With that he pulled out a needle, and Mulder was simply stunned. He couldn't move and the man injected him with the needle. He felt himself slipping unconscious. . .

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A/N I hope you liked it! Tell me if you're confused. . . Thanks to all of you who are reading, and as always, keep reviewing!