Just a Little UFO
Part 4
by
Trycee
Time Line: Season 7, After All Things
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
Mulder brushed his lips against Scully's teasing her. She stood on her tip toes and grasped the back of his neck roughly, pulling him in for a kiss, a soft lingering kiss. She let his neck go and dropped back down to her full height."Stop teasing me Mulder or you'll never get a kiss again!", she threatened, turning towards her suitcase.
Mulder smiled, "You sure about that?", he said, a glint in his eyes.
"Shut up, Mulder," she smiled shyly. "Come on...wake up the Three Stooges..."
He watched her as she packed, he stood there unmoving, watching her every movement, he was enjoying his view, it never mattered which angle of her he was graced with, he liked them all. She smiled to herself and then turned and tossed a pillow at his head. "Mulder!"
"Alright, alright," he said, feigning annoyance. "When the little woman says move, you move!"
"That's right," she smiled, placing her suitcase by the door.
Mulder knocked hard on the adjoining door and then opened it. He could see they had left a lamp on all night and Froehike was uncomfortably spread out on a chair, his legs propped up on another chair. On the bed separated by a mountain of pillows was Langley and Byers. Byers wore his silk pajamas that reminded Mulder of Scully's former night wear prior to the consummation of their relationship finally and Langley had changed into a different band t-shirt and wore sweat pants. He shook his head. "RISE AND SHINE LADIES," he yelled.
They jumped up startled. Langley crashed to the floor with a loud thud. Froehike grabbed at his neck as he searched for his glasses on the table. It was sore from his uncomfortable night slept in the small chairs, his head draped over the side of the chair. "What the hell, Mulder!"
"We've gotta get a move on," Mulder said playfully. "The little woman has spoken!", he said gesturing towards the other room.
Froehike's crooked neck made him look even dopier than he usually did which made Mulder smile but he kept it under wraps. Froehike was busy cursing him out under his breath as he kicked at the chair he was forced to sleep in all night. Mulder amused walked over to his small friend. "What's that Froehike? You're praising my name?"
"I said, I'm gonna strangle you with my bare hands," he said shooting a look at Mulder.
"I see your not a morning person," Mulder smirked.
He watched Langley crawled back into the bed. Byers had began packing up his things and so Langley stretched out in the bed all to his self. Mulder turned back towards the door. "Five minutes and we clear out!"
Mulder slammed the door behind him just missing a bottle aimed for his head. "If I didn't like the guy, I'd kick his ass!", Froehike sighed. "Get up Langley!", he said, as Langley sank further under the covers. "Get up or we'll leave you here!"
Fort Benjamin Harrison
"Mulder this can't..."
"Don't say it," Mulder interrupted, his face was taut as he looked around at the commercial buildings, hospitals and residential homes.
"Mulder this is where you think they brought the body? This isn't even a regular base...it looks like any industrial complex in a suburban area."
"I told you not to say it," he said, looking out the window. He was upset after the nearly 3 hour drive to what he thought was a regular army base but was in fact just rows of businesses.
He dialed the Gunmen's number. They were stationed inside the State Park, waiting for Mulder's instructions as they researched each facility trying to determine where the body could be. They answered the phone. "You ready?"
"There's no base here," he said with his mouth twisted. "You guys are losing your touch."
Byers looked at Langley and then to Froehike as they sat in the van, pouring over their laptops. "Mulder...this is the nearest place for them to have taken it."
"There's nothing here!", he yelled. "There's no base..."
"There are government offices there, Mulder," Byers said, trying to calm him. "If they took the body, there's still offices within..."
Mulder hung up the phone. "Damn," he said, looking around him as they drove down the streets past the Commissary as military families shopped and past office supply stores, and other buildings. Scully pursed her lips as she looked out the window, trying to give him a minute to calm down before speaking again. She waited for him to sigh and for him to curse again and then look over to her and then she would speak. Mulder sighed loudly, shaking his head and then said, "Damn", and then turned to Scully, waiting for her to say something.
"They could still be hiding them here, Mulder," she said, turning to face him. "There's government buildings...or maybe they flew the body out right after we left...it could be anywhere right now."
He nodded silently and then turned his car around and drove back the way they came, out into the Indianapolis streets searching for a place to eat. He searched until he found a greasy spoon and then dialed the Gunmen's number again as he and Scully sat in the parking lot of the restaurant. "Meet me over here...you know where, you've got me tracked...we'll discuss it here."
Mulder looked back to Scully, and she touched his arm. "Sorry Mulder...I know you wanted to find the body but maybe it's gone already...maybe there is no lead on this one."
He pushed open the car door and then slammed it hard. Scully stepped out and walked over to his side, following him as she pushed the door open. Their noises were immediately assaulted with the smell of onions and hamburgers. "Mulder...why can't we ever eat at regular restaurants...why must you search out the greasiest place in any town..."
Mulder flopped down in the booth and shook his head. "These places are a classic, Scully. Their the best places to get a good burger."
"Or food poisoning," she shot back as she seated herself across from him.
A waitress came over to them, eying them suspiciously. "You must work for the government," she said, looking over their black trench coats.
"How'd you guess?", Mulder said sarcastically but the waitress ignored him.
"We get your types in here all the time," she continued, laying out their menus and bringing them complimentary waters.
Mulder raised an eyebrow. "A lot of government types?"
"Oh sure," she smiled a toothless smile. "Army folks...reserve one's too...CIA...FBI...And some that you know are government people but who have no title...like they're secret agents or scientist or somethin'...they all come through here...There's rumor's they're working on something over there...some kind of genetic manipulation thing", she whispered and then looked again at their trench coats. "I guess you already know that," she said with her eyes bulging slightly. "Its a rumor," she said, nervously. "Just a silly ole rumor...nothing to it!", she said hurrying away.
Mulder turned his head slowly back to face Scully smiling. "I guess we did come to the right place, Scully."
"I think we did," she said looking around for the waitress who nervously kept a distance. "We better order and hurry up and get out of here in case we run into some of those government people..."
"Right," he said, motioning to the waitress. She slowly returned, her former smile gone as she stood in front of them visibly shaking slightly.
Mulder pulled out his badge and he thought the woman might faint. "We're FBI agents...no need to be afraid of us. We're just passing through town..."
The woman shoulder's relaxed a little as she looked them over. "What can I get for you?", she asked pulling out her notepad.
"I'll have a hamburger, fries and an ice tea to go...", Mulder said. "Scully?"
"I'll have a salad if you have it."
"Oh, " the woman said shaking her head. "That would be glorified lettuce unless you want that..."
Scully smirked. "I guess I'll have what he has...fully cooked hamburger...", she said, shooting a look at Mulder. He nodded back. Scully looked over to the waitress again. "He'd like his well done too..."
"Of course, " the woman smiled. "We don't eat raw hamburger meat around here...we're not California."
She turned and walked off and Mulder placed his hand on top of Scully's trying to warm his own fingers. He could feel the cold air seeping in from the clouded windows of the small diner. He noticed also that very few patrons were in there and none looked like they worked for the government. They stood out like sore thumbs amongst the few locals that sat clustered together on one side of the restaurant. The Gunmen's van pulled up and they sat in the next booth to Mulder and Scully, acting as if they didn't know them.
Mulder removed his hand and then leaned back to where Langley could hear him in the other booth. "I need information on these government buildings...I need visual information...whatever you can find," he whispered.
"Got it," Langley answered as the waitress approached them.
She smiled and gave them all menu's and winked at Froehike. He blushed and then looked over to Scully but her attention was solely on Mulder. He winked back at the waitress and she giggled shyly and then stepped over to Mulder and Scully, handing them their food wrapped in a paper bag. Mulder paid the woman and then he and Scully thanked her and walked out, leaving the Gunmen there. Mulder sat back in the car and pulled out, searching for a hotel. He again paid for two rooms but moved his stuff solely into Scully's room. They sat at the small hotel table, eating their burgers in comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts.
The Gunmen knocked on the door and Mulder handed them their key and they entered their room. They waited for them to get comfortable before they joined the Gunmen in their room.
"See what you can dig up...", Mulder said, sinking down on the bed.
Scully sat in front of him and he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to his side. The Gunmen sat at the table, searching through government files on their laptops. "Ah...got it," Langley smiled proudly. "There's a testing facility...genetics...you probably drove right past it."
"Any information on what they're doing there?", Mulder said, as his hands played in Scully's hair.
She was relaxed up against him, humming internally, enjoying the feel of Mulder's strong hands against her as he pulled her in closer. He was leaning against the headboard, and he had pulled her in closer so she was nearly on his lap with one arm resting on his leg, her back touching his chest. Byers gestured to his colleague's and they all looked over to Mulder and Scully as Mulder stroked her arms and played with her hair. Froehike felt sick at the sight of them together but he turned his attention back to the computer screen, though he continued to glance guiltily at Scully.
She noticed him looking at her and she turned back to Mulder and whispered for him to stop his massages. She knew it was giving Froehike ideals. He nodded his understanding as he glanced over to Froehike. "To be continued," he whispered in her ear.
"You promise...", she whispered back.
"I do...", he smiled., still stroking her arms. "But it'll have to wait until we find out what is happening in this facility."
"Awl, drats!", she said, snapping her finger.
Byers coughed to get their attentions. "Um...it's a classified project...apparently...code named Star Child..."
Mulder stood up. "They called that thing Star Child?...I think they are genetically altering people with the help of alien technology...", he said more to himself than to anyone else. "They're abducting people and changing them and the government is either providing the D.N.A or assisting in the testing of them after they've been created..."
The Gunmen laughed. "Another Mulder theory," Byers smiled.
"That would explain the UFO sighting...and the fact that this body was dumped. Scully," he said, turning back to her. "You said the creature was already dead prior to dropping to the ground...right? Its like what they're doing with cow mutilations. They drop them to the ground...so this one didn't survive the transformation and they dumped it. I wonder how many they've discarded..."
"So again...did we create them or did they?", she asked.
"They did...", he said pacing around the small space. "They have technology to abduct someone, alter they're physiology within a single night..."
Scully pondered his words. "So you think this is one of the many hybrid programs they have tried?"
"Exactly...think about it...they are people who get abducted and never return...what happens to them? I think we now know what they're doing...they're changing them into a hybridized version of them..."
"With only some of their physical characteristics..."
"Some believe they're eyes are actually lenses, " Langley added. "That they have night vision properties..."
"And their long fingers?", she asked, needing more.
"I don't know about that one," Mulder continued. "But it makes sense...think about what the French Explorers did in Africa during colonial times, Scully. They mated with the Africa women to create offspring loyal to the French crown...the same happen in all of the America's...where the European's had offspring with either African slaves or Native American women to create offspring loyal to their nations. Colonization is the goal of these alien races...so why not create as many offspring through various genetic manipulations that would look like a cross between us humans and them...to be loyal to their fathers, Scully."
"I agree that would make sense," she said, feeling a slight headache coming on.
"This is just one of their attempts..."
"So we're gonna be replaced by creatures like this?", Froehike asked, pointing to the photo of the hybrid.
"Seems to be the plan," Byers answered.
"We need to stop them!"
"How?", Scully said a little too loudly. "How?", she said, lowering her tone. "We can't go chasing after every hybrid we find."
"By exposing them...letting the American public know what's happening..."
"Mulder for seven years we've tried to do just that...they're not ready...no one believes us and we still don't have proof," she said, as her stomach turned.
Mulder could see Scully's eyes get a little cloudy. He watched as she jumped up and ran into the Gunmen's bathroom and threw up her food. He walked over to the bathroom and squatted down next to her, moving her hair out of her face.
"You okay, Scully?", he said, grasping her side and pulling her up. He flushed the toilet for her and she turned to the sink, washing her face and hands.
"I told you...food poisoning, " she said, touching her stomach. "I think I better go to our room and throw up over there. I don't think the Gunmen want me doing it in their bathroom..."
Mulder walked her out of the bathroom where all three Gunmen were standing. "She alright?", they asked.
"Yeah...I guess her burger didn't agree with her," he said, guiding her to the open adjoined door.
"We all ate there," Langley announced. "We're not sick."
"I'm fine," she said, as she made her way to the bed with Mulder's assistance. He placed the garbage can near her and took off her shoes and laid her down, placing the blanket around her.
The Gunmen all stood in the doorway. "We could wait until tomorrow," Byers said reassuringly.
"No," Scully said, shaking her head. "I'll be fine...I can handle myself...I am a doctor..."
Mulder motioned for them to return to their room and he got up and closed the door and then sank back down beside her. "Scully, I don't want to leave you sick..."
"Mulder...its just food poisoning or something...nothing I can't handle...I know you don't want to leave me but the sooner you find out the truth, the sooner I can throw up in my own bathroom...or yours...", she said trying to smile but she felt nauseous. The smell of the hamburger wrapper and stale fries floated up to her nose from the garbage can. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom throwing up again. She held up her hand to Mulder. "I'm fine...Its nothing..."
"I'll stay with you until its time...", he said, feeling helpless.
"Alright," she said, gurgling mouthwash and returning to the bed.
Mulder bundled her up again and removed the trash can replacing it with an empty one. He then laid down next to her and ran his fingers through her soft fragrant hair. "Tell me if you need anything."
"I will," she said, closing her eyes. "Just let me know when its time for you to leave, okay?"
"You know I will...get some sleep, Scully."
"Alright," she said, snuggling in deeper into the covers. Mulder laid down next to her, covering her with his arm to keep her warm.
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