I helped Agent Doggett put together a list of people who had disappeared from Bellefleur around the same time Mulder was taken. Doggett actually thought of researching other possible disappearances from areas known to have a high rate of UFO sightings. This impressed me, to say the least. It seemed that he was opening up to extreme possibilities. I said as much, but his response disabused me of the notion.

"Agent Scully, I find most of the things I've read in these X-Files to be incredible at best, outright psychosis at worst. I don't believe in little green men…"

"Gray," I said. "Little, gray men."

"Well whatever color they are, I don't happen to believe they exist. What I am open to is the possibility that there's a rogue medical company out there conducting clandestine research. Aliens from outer space didn't kidnap these people. It was men, just your regular average earthlings on a power trip, chasing the almighty buck."

I was a bit disappointed, but not at all surprised. How long had it taken me to truly open my mind to the extreme? How long had I followed Mulder around harassing him about everything I knew to be true about the known the physical world? What it took me years to understand was that was his point all along: I was working off of my understanding of the known physical world. Mulder was after the unknown, the possible, not the probable.

"I think you may be onto something with looking for connections with other mass abuct… ah… kidnappings. I have a feeling that whoever is doing this is going around correcting their mistakes. The anomalous brain activity that Mulder had in common with other abductees may just be the key. They may have realized they did something gravely wrong." I looked at the clock and dropped the file I was holding casting about for where I had left my jacket and keys. It was a quarter to one and Mulder needed to be at his appointment with Dr. Cenetta at one-thirty. I grabbed my things and headed out the door with a curt word about needing to be somewhere.

"Hey, Agent Scully!" Doggett called after me.

"What is it?" I glanced back over my shoulder to see a legitimately concerned look about the stoic agent.

"Shouldn't you be concerned? You're very likely on their list." I was at a loss. When I had been in Oregon, I was sure that whatever was in those didn't want me. It had knocked me back, rejected me.

"I don't see why, Agent Doggett." Now a look of surprise crossed his countenance.

"You were kidnapped. They did tests on you. According to your file, the tests gave you cancer and…" Doggett paused and looked immeasurably uncomfortable but, bravely continued. "And left you unable to have children of your own. Did it occur to you that they might want to 'fix' something they did to you?"

The thought of having them take me again and do… well whatever it is that they do caused the blood to drain from my face and a cold prickly sweat to break out on my forehead. I wiped a hand down my face and steadied myself on the door jamb.

"No, Agent Doggett, whatever fixing they intended to do with me, they've already done. I believe they're finished with me. I'm in no danger. But, thank you." I turned and left before he could reply. I didn't want to hear anything else about what they may or may not do.

a/n... this is a short one, my apologies. But, it contains a tiny bit of a hint to a prequel I'm planning. First things, first though. Gonna finish this one. If you have posted a review, THANK YOU! If you haven't, and you're still reading, you should. Its like writer's food. We can't live with out it.