Etre en un Rever 

Author: lemonspice81@email.com 

Disclaimer: Oh great woe! Alas, they are not mine. They belong to the one they call Chris Carter and Fox. I am but a poor student, have mercy on me. 

Spoilers: Perhaps. 

Category: Doggett/Scully/Reyes POV 

Rating: Kind of clean. Watch out for some colorful metaphors. 

Summary: Each learns something about their life and the meaning of their paths and how each are connected to each other. 

Note: Since I am but a poor student, I work and study. Sentence fragments misspellings and all sorts or poor English and horrible grammar exists. Blame that on the college gods. 

 

 

 

Part 2 (2/6) 

 

 

Agent Reyes ran into the club as fast as she could. She was angry that she couldn’t hear it. Doggett was wearing a microphone. But all she could hear was static. There was interference of some kind from the club. She was stationed about two blocks away. It was the best position to hear. But not the best to try to go in and save her partner when he needed her help. No. She didn’t know that something was wrong until she saw groups of people yelling and running. Chaos exited the building and ran past her. She called the cops when she saw the people. She got out of her car and ran. She ran as fast as she could.

Her eyes didn’t need to adjust to the red lighting in the club. Entering behind her was Agent Jacobson and the agents he brought with him. They ran past Reyes to begin to collect evidence while it was still fresh. Reyes ran around in confusion. She saw bodies. Dead bodies injured bodies, broken bodies. They littered the floor. Reyes looked at they way they were dressed. But none of them were Agent Doggett.

Agent Jacobson walked up to Agent Reyes. “He’s not here. Not outside not anywhere. We’ll contact the hospitals.”

“Anyone in the lounge?” She asked. Wondering if the murder got their victim.

“I don’t know. Hey Jesse!” Agent Jacobson called. “Is there a body in the lounge?!” Jesse shook his head no. “Nope. Nothing.”

What happened? She thought. This wasn’t supposed to happen. What went wrong? Her mind swirled with all questions and no answers. The room swirled around her. The agents were able to turn the red lights off and switch it over to white lights. Reyes watched as the agents went to work taking pictures of the bodies. She wandered around dazed. She walked into the lounge.

The lounge was completely clean. There were no bodies like in the main part. It looked as if no one was even in the room. She hurried over to the bar. The bar was clean. The glasses all set up in neat rows. The bottles all lined up perfectly. Towels folded, the stools pushed up against the bar.

Reyes sighed. None of this made sense. This scene was completely different from the previous scenes. She spun around, looking at the entire room. Nothing came to her. She continued to spin around. She then stopped when she got dizzy. Once that dizzy feeling passed, she saw a booth. A red leather booth right there in front of her. Slowly, she walked up to the booth and carefully sat down into it.

The leather was soft and comfortable, but not warm. She wiggled around until she got comfy, leaning back into the red leather. Reyes closed her eyes. And then it happened. She was drawn to this booth. She was made to close her eyes. It was suppose to happen.

The vision came to her. And she welcomed it. Though it provided more questions than answers. They were questions that she needed to ask. They questions she wanted to know about. This vision wasn’t as erratic as before. It was like a real movie, continuous and smooth.

A field filled with flowers and tall grass, it was green grass. Flowers of all colors. Bright and beautiful. The sky was clear and blue. Walking in the field, emerging from the horizon was a girl, dressed in a white flowing dress. As she got closer, Reyes noticed she was holding in object in her right hand and one in her left hand. Reyes also recognized the girl. It was the same one from her dream. The one that talked to her. And the object in her left hand was a book. Monica could see a symbol on the cover of the book. It matched one of the symbols she had seen in her first vision. The object in her right hand was a sword.

Monica was confused why she would have a sword. Who uses swords now days? It made no sense. The sky began to turn black; the wind began to blow. Everything that was bright and beautiful now looked dull and dark. The girl turned around, searching. Then, it pounced out from the tall grass. The same types of creature that attacked Kadeem and the others before and the ones tonight. A demon.

The girl took a fighting stance and readied her sword as the creature went toward the girl. They circled each other like boxes. As the demon lurched toward the girl, she took her sword and stabbed it deep into its chest, causing it to scream out in anguish. She then pulled the sword out and bisected its chest. Slicing the shoulders and upper half of the body away from its animal-like bottom. The creature disappeared into the tall weeds. The girl looked up at Monica.

“I can’t do this alone anymore. I need your help.” She said. Her voice echoing through Monica’s mind.

Monica snapped her eyes opening as she felt a touch on her shoulder. Standing in front of her was Agent Jacobson. She sat up straight and looked at him.

“Go to your hotel. And sleep. It’s the best thing you can do for your case. My men will finish up here so when you wake up with a clear mind you’ll have some information.”

Reyes nodded. “You’re right.” She stood up and straightened out her clothing. “Call me if you find anything significant.” Agent Jacobson nodded and watched Reyes leave the club.

Reyes walked back outside. She looked up, trying to see beyond the building, to see the stars. In New Orleans, she could see the stars. Not here. It had frightened her. But the visions were etched in her mind. They would not let her forget. She couldn’t get them out of her head. Instead of going back to her hotel to sleep, she would do some research. Find out what those symbols mean. Discover who this girl was. Perhaps it was what she was supposed to do.

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Doggett stirred awake to the feel of warmth on his head. He slowly opened his eyes. The image appeared to him fuzzy. It looked like an angel was taking care of him. She smiled at him. When he became more aware of his surroundings, he wasn’t in heaven anymore. The pain of being knocked out throbbed in his head. And it wasn’t an angel. It was she. That girl. He tried to sit up only to feel extreme pressure on his chest. Was he too weak to resist it?

“Stay down.” She ordered him. The girl was done patting his head. She tossed the cloth into a nearby basin. “Keep down until the throbbing in your head has ceased some. Do you feel any pain anywhere?” She asked.

Doggett tried to feel beyond the pain in his head. He wiggled his legs and arms and touched his chest and stomach. No extra pain. “No.” He said.

“Good.” She said. Her face was covered in day old makeup. Her hair, unbrushed, was up in a sloppy ponytail. The clothes she wore were completely different. A pair of army green khaki pants and a gray hooded sweatshirt. The girl didn’t look like the person he remembered. She looked more real.

“Where am I?” Doggett asked.

The girl looked down at him. “Safe.” She began to say. Standing up, she then bent down and picked up the basin to carry it over to the dresser. "Well, safer I should say. Just relax.”

Doggett looked around the room. He was in a wooden cube. There was a small window, but it was covered with heavy curtains. The room contained the bed he was laying on, a nightstand, and two dressers. One of the dressers had a mirror resting on it, leaning up against the wall. He figured he was in a cabin. Cabins are out in the woods.

“What happened?” He asked, feeling the pain. He couldn’t remember the cause of it.

“The club came under attack. We ran out the back door where you were hit. You became unconscious.” She described to him.

“How did we get here?”

The girl turned to look at him. “Curiosity killed the cat. Besides, the less you know, the greater your chance of survival.” She turned back to what she had been doing. Once finished she turned and walked over to the bed and sat down. “Look, I am going to take a shower. I’d suggest you go back to sleep or pretend to sleep if you want to live. This will all be over with soon and you can then go back to your reality.” She got up and grabbed a small bag from the corner of the room and a towel that was resting on a dresser. Then, she headed toward the door. She was able to turn the knob.

“Wait, what’s your name? It won’t kill me to know it, will it?” Doggett asked, disobeying her demands by sitting up.

The girl turned towards him. “Olesia.”

Satisfied with an answer, Doggett lied back down and closed his eyes. Olesia turned the light off and left the room.

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Monica Reyes walked up the steps to the library. She was surprised to find the doors still open. She walked up to the counter where the secretary greeted her. Monica looked around the library.

“Can I help you?” The secretary asked.

Reyes smiled. “I have an odd request. I don’t know the title and I don’t know the author. I only know what is on the cover of the book. It is a circle. And contained within the circle is a line which swirls into itself.” She said, trying to describe the symbol. Thinking she wasn’t being clear, Reyes grabbed a pen and paper and drew it. Once finished she showed it to the librarian.

“Oh, yes. I know which book you want. One moment please.” The librarian walked into the back room. Within seconds, she emerged, carrying a book in her hand. “Here you are. Are you interested in checking it out or just borrowing it?”

“Do you have a computer and some paper I could borrow?” Reyes asked, looking at the book. It looked identical to the one in her vision.

“Yes, second floor. I’ll need your name though.” The librarian said.

“Monica Reyes. R-E-Y-E-S.” Spelling out her last name to avoid any confusion.

“You know, you’re the second person to check that book out in a hundred years. A man was in here about two months ago and checked it out.” The librarian said, typing in the information into the computer. “Okay, here you go. Hope you find what you are looking for. I know that man did.”

Reyes picked up the book. “Thank you.” She said. Monica found the escalator and rode it up to the second floor. Wondering around somewhat lost, she found the public computers and sat down. She found the pen and paper she had asked for already waiting for her. Monica looked around and saw no one, only to turn back to the book.

Opening the book was a bit of a task. The leather was very old and the pages inside had to be older. They were more liked dried leaves than flexible. She carefully flipped through the introduction part to the table of contents. There were about seven of them. Not many. The book wasn’t that thick. Reyes didn’t want to read the book, but she wasn’t sure where to begin.

Turning to the section called Tutela. She didn’t know what the word meant, but it seemed interesting. It was attracting. She began to read the first paragraph the chapter. “To ensure the survival of the Liber, there will be one. One who will have the knowledge of the universe, but will not be aware of it unless needed. It will be a fighter. It’s sole purpose of existence is to fight and to destroy those who will try to harm the Liber, until the Liber comes to age. This one will be the Tetula, the guardian of the Liber, the chosen child.”

Reyes was confused, yet fascinated by it. A wonderful story of mythology. But why this story? What about this story is so important to dream it. She then read on.

“Once the Liber comes to age, the Tetula will lay dawn its sword and become one with the child. It will die so its soul will become one with the Liber’s soul.”

Reyes searched for the more powerful descriptions of this Tetula. Born once every one hundred years. Prepares itself for the child. It will not have the full range of human emotions. This is a shield for the Tetula from the enemies. It will not have the ability to sense the essences of the universe and of people. Tetula will be born twenty-two years prior to that of the child. After eighteen years of adapting, it will begin its search for the child and for those who posses the ability to sense essence, attrecto substantia. To feel evil, and goodness.

Reyes put the book down. They were talking about her. Describing her abilities. She turned to the front of the book at the table of contents and found the page number to the chapter that describes what the author calls the Proginoskos, the Perceivers. Quickly, she flipped to the chapter. The first sentence went as “The purpose of the Proginoskos are to perceive the essence of the soul of individuals, dead or alive, through which they will help the Tetula and the Liber.”

Enough read. Immediately, Reyes concluded she was one of these Proginoskos. It put her entire life in perspective, other than bad relationships and stupid choices she had made in the past. The dreams and visions she had as a little girl. Every moment she had ever felt the presence of evil and even goodness. Her entire life, she searched for the reason behind her ability. That it wasn’t some fluke that made her a freak. But that it had purpose and meaning and that it made her important.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t think about herself for the time being. It was the girl in her dream, the one Reyes determined to be the Tutela. The guardian of some child. Turning back to the section about the Tutela, she skimmed through, hoping that the author had seen the real Tutela and would describe some secret characteristic that would distinguish this Tutela from the ordinary masses.

Reyes read some, then turning the page presented the answer. Staring at her were the symbols she had seen in her first vision, the one Kadeem had given her. Next to the symbols was a brief description of what the author thought they meant, but in bold letters, he put the warning that he would not bet his life on the accuracy of his translations. That only the Tetula could provide that answer. Reyes now wasn’t so interested in the meanings of them. Not when she read the sentence on the bottom of the page, the sentence that followed the definitions of the symbols. “Embedded in the biological formation of the Tutela are these symbols. Markings on its body. Telling the story of its raison de être. Found on the neck and shoulders. And also on the hands.”

That was the piece of proof Monica needed. Not only to prove to herself, but to her partner, John Doggett and to Agent Scully. Because deep down, Monica began to believe that she met Scully because of her child. Her very special child. That maybe, destiny had brought them all together.

“1” “2” “3” “4” “5” “6” “7” “8” “9” “10” “11” “12” “13” “14”  Olesia sneaked out of the cabin into the cool night air. She took in the fresh pine scent that only the Evergreen State could provide. She smiled at the naturalness of the forest. About one hundred feet from the large cabin was a smaller building. There was a boiler room that had a small section for the shower. Olesia had made sure no one showered saving her enough hot water for a nice refreshing shower.

Once inside, she turned the water on, letting it warm up. Once it was at the desired temperature, she stripped off her clothes and fingerless gloves before climbing in. Olesia giggled at the feel of the hot water. It was an absolute pleasure. One of the few pleasures she could enjoy.

Knowing that the wonderful water wouldn’t last forever, she grabbed her shampoo bottle and poured a hefty amount into her hand. Tossing the bottle on the floor, she rubbed her hands together, lathering the soap up, then massaging it into her hair. She sculpted her hair into a crazy shampoo style, then the rest of the shampoo was the wash her body.

She rinsed her body off before tending back to her hair. She pulled all of her hair up above her head and massaged the soap into her scalp. Facing the shower, through the soap that was streaming down her back, were dark brown markings. Not like freckles, but coherent. There was order to the placement and shaping of the marks. Olesia put her head under the water and washed the soap out. She then lifted her hair up one more time. This time, her markings were clear. They symbols were on her back.

With her eyes closed, she put her face into the flow of water, washing the old makeup off of her face. To steady herself, she placed her hands up against the wall that the showerhead came out of. Faint lines were drawn on the backs of her hands. It was the reason why she wore the gloves. More symbols. She told everyone she had a nasty accident as a child and that she burnt her hands on a stove. People believed her and never would question her about it again. The water started to cool.

Olesia turned the water off. She grabbed her towel, and wrapped it around her waist. She put on her sweatshirt and the put on the gloves. Slipping her shoes on, she turned the light off to the shower house and exited. She ran quickly from the shower to the cabin, quietly disappearing inside to relax for the rest of the night.

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Doggett slowly stirs awake. A small beam of sunlight enters the room, giving the room a warm natural light that illuminates the place. As his eyes focus, he hears some shuffling. Turning, he sees Olesia. She faces the corner, keeping her backside toward Doggett. She is fishing through her bag for the right shirt. Doggett looks closely at her. On her back, he sees tattoo like markings. They are an odd color. Not the faded colors that most tattoos take after some years, but a vibrant fresh brown color. Olesia found her shirt and slipped it on. It was a white long sleeve shirt to go with her blue jeans and tennis shoes. The girl knew how to dress comfortable.

“Good morning.” Olesia said before turning around.

Doggett was shocked. How did she know that he was awake? “Morning.” He answered, sitting up. His headache was gone through is body was a bit tense from lack of movement. Carefully, he stretched out his arms while yawning. He needed to get to the gym.

“Are you hungry?” She asked, walking toward him.

“Yeah.” He answered quickly.

“I’ll see what I can come up with. Rations and such.”

“Marine. I know.” He told her.

Olesia nodded at him.

“Look, I appreciate you taking care of me and all, but I need some answers. Some real answers.” Knowing he was still undercover. He would use the opportunity to gather as much information as he could.

“I know. And they will come to you. In time. For now, you’ll have to sit tight like the rest of us.” She smiled and gave him a wink.

Doggett wasn’t sure what the wink meant. But so far, she had treated him fairly.

The door opened no knock, no announcement. A man in his late fifties opened the door. He looked over at Doggett with disgust.

“Bring him out.” The man ordered. He then left.

“Whose that?” Doggett asked, beginning to fear that his luck was running out.

“That’s Elijah. He is in charge of this group of misfits. Some former soldier. Says he got a hold of some classified government documents that prove some weird conspiracy he created. Persuaded these poor souls to follow him. Been tracking the deaths of those in clubs since June of last year.” Olesia told him.

“How did you get involved?” Doggett asked.

“I was told from an outside source to look into these deaths. I let Elijah believe he brainwashed me so I can hitch a ride with them. I hate to drive.” She said. “Better go before they shoot some part of your body you don’t want to lose.”

Olesia headed to the door. Doggett got up and followed her out into the main part of the cabin. He felt like he was in some military tribunal. Sitting on beat up couches and chairs were the entire group. Clutched in their hands were guns of all kinds. Some legal, some extremely illegal. Doggett swallowed hard. Maybe now would be a good time to pray.

Elijah stood up and introduced himself. “My name is Elijah.”

Doggett looked around the room. “What is this?” He asked hoping no one would shoot him.

“We have come together to investigate into the devious actions of our government. I have proof of actions against the American people. We are the chosen ones. The ones who will stop the evil within our government and free our people from its terrible grip.”

Doggett had thought he had heard it all, but this was just bizarre. The fact that this lunatic could convince rational people that this was true was even crazier. These were the people who could destroy the way of American life the government gave its people.

“What happened out there Olesia?” Elijah asked sternly.

Olesia looked up at Doggett. He felt her looking at him and responded with a look at her, then up to Elijah.

“He happened. Because of him, he scared the target away. Once midnight came, they couldn’t find their target and took their anger out on the crowd.”

Elijah walked toward Agent Doggett. They stared each other down. Elijah sized the former Marine up. “I guess I should thank you. But since you were probably just trying to get into her pants, I’ll just let you live.”

Elijah turned around and headed back to his chair.

Doggett sighed. He will live. “I guess that’s thanks enough.”  

Elijah then stopped and turned around to face Doggett again.

“By the way, what’s your name?” Elijah asked.

Doggett didn’t realize they hadn’t learned his name. He put his hands in his pockets to hide the fact that he was looking for his badge. It was gone. Someone had taken it. But they would know his name if they took his badge. Perhaps he could fool them and in the meanwhile, gain their trust and gain valuable information. There was one name that convinces any lunatic group that he was with them all of the way. Only one name carried power among the outcast and freakish.

“Mulder. Fox Mulder.” Doggett answered.

Elijah nodded. “I’ve heard about you. Your one of the good ones.”

Olesia took a step away from Doggett. She looked at him, very confused.

“Get Mr. Mulder something to eat Olesia. He is among friends and admirers.” Elijah ordered her.

Olesia forced a smile and headed toward the kitchen. Doggett followed knowing he was safe as long as he could pull off his Mulder act. Could he convince the group he was Mulder? It wouldn’t be that hard he thought. Just say the things you don’t believe in. The things that couldn’t possibly be true.

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Lucy watched the cool Seattle rain pour down from her hotel suite on the fortieth floor. In her hand, she held a half-full glass of wine. Lucy was not dressed in her patent leather outfit, but in polyester red slacks and a black knitted turtleneck. Her dark hair was braided down her back. She wasn’t paying attention to Lily’s ramblings.

“Our stocks did all right this week. Earning about fifty-five thousand dollars.” Lily stated. “If only this economy could pick up some. You should do something you know.” She was lounging on the sofa, picking at the fresh platter of fruits and sharing wine. Lily too was not dressed as she was in the club. She opted for tan polyester slacks and a white v-neck sweater. Her shiny blonde hair was twisted and pinned up to the top of her head. She looked over at her friend, feeling her frustration. “Lucy, have you ever though about going to Confession?”

Lucy turned around quickly hearing her name and not the entire sentence. “What?” She blurted out.

“Confession.” Lily restated. “It’s free. It’s protected and the advice they give is truly the silliest I have ever heard.”

“Are you serious?” Lucy asked knowing that Lily was joking. “If I go there, my secrets will be known.”

“Ah, but cannot be held against you. It’s private. God cannot punish you for it.”

Lucy smiled. “But I have to ask for forgiveness for my sins. That I cannot and will not do. That is why you go to grad schools or call toll free crisis hotlines. Free, protected, silly advice and no need to give my secrets to the one who wants to them.”

The door opened and the Man in the Black Hat strolls in, making sure the door closes behind him. Lily sits up knowing serious business is about to be discussed.

“Good morning ladies,” he says tipping his head to them.

“What happened last night?” Lucy asked bluntly.

“Yes, well, uh, we don’t know.” Nervously, the Man in the Black Hat said, fearing what wrath he could suffer. “I would assume that our man was being watched and then warned.”

Lily only sat and listened for the moment, continuing to eat her fruit. Lucy took a sip of her wine, contemplating the information.

“It could’ve been a fluke. Was our guy wanted by the police or in a gang?” Lily asked.

“No. They were there together.” Lucy spoke in a monotone voice.

“I don’t know how that is possible. We got the girl.” The Man in the Black Hat stated.

“Perhaps we were mistaken. A decoy. But it all makes sense now.” Lucy finished off her wine and set the glass down. Turning, she walked closer to her two friends. “This is good news.”

Lily about choked on a grape. “It is?”

The Man in the Black Hat was as dumbfounded as Lily. “It is?” He said repeating Lily.

“Yep. This means that they are together. As long as they don’t come into contact with the third, then are just as vulnerable as anybody else. Kill two birds with one stone.” Lucy exclaimed.

Lily raised her hand. “Lucy, question. How are you going to find them if we don’t know who they are?”

Lucy frowned. Lily was right. “Question our lucky friend from the other night. He had to have seen them together to resist and escape. Then, we will figure out what to do next once I have a complete background analysis. And listen for your name.”

The Man in the Black Hat nodded. He had work to do. He left the two women alone to celebrate their next step forward. Lucy sat down, pouring herself another glass of champagne. She raised it in a toast.

“To our time. The next planet in our quest for domination.” Lucy proudly declared.

Lily raised her glass and repeated. “To our time.”

Clinking glasses, both women finished off the pale liquid and set the glasses down on the table. Lily refocused her attention back to the fruit. Lucy leaned back into the chair and examined the new information.

After learning what they had planned, Lucy vowed her revenge. Slowly, she sent undercover officers from her army to spy on the people. But she had failed each time. There were a couple of times where she was had gained some ground. But not much. But, over the last one hundred years, she sent her troops in full force. Doing whatever they could to gain more ground. Time was running out and the deadline was approaching fast. The Tetula was pulling ahead. Lucy could not let that happen.

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Part 3