The Child
Author:Tiffanie
E-mail address:Iffyiam4@aol.com
Legal Shit: None of the characters involved in the following peice we call a phan phic belong to the author, her evil accomplices, nor the page in question. The sole property of Chris Carter, 1013, Fox, and the rest of the lovable nuts involved in the x-files happenings. In no way is this a perversion (ha ha perversion!) of the show, it's original plot, or consept.Of course I mean the people you know, the main characters.
Detications: I dedicate this umm "story" to my mom who kept me goin by always asking me "You just wont be happy till your abducted will you?" Every time I told her I was going to be....I am you know. And thanx to my buddy Charlie for a name..he knows who he is...
Rating:Pretty good I think, oh, you mean the other way, brief violence, no nudity, some adult convo, thats it.
Current sitiation: Apparently, a couple of dealers felt that the agents were too close to them. The traders deal with anything illeagal, as in stolen art, artifacts, ect. Mulder and Scully were searching for an artifact that had been stolen, and ended up being kidnapped, and are faced with a few hardcore problems...(by the way, so u dont get confused, the artifact will not be mentioned in the story again, it has no relevency whatsoever, k?)
Now for the story, please do enjoy...
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Mulder's forhead was dotted with mist of water sprayed upon his face by the angry sea, dripping into his sad hazel eyes. Theese eyes, filled with regret, focused numbly on a soaked figure. It slumped in a chair, like his own predicament, the figures chin met her chest, which heaved restlessly with each short breath. Red hair dripped salty ocean water onto her poncho covered upper body. Only when the woman sighed deeply with remorse did Mulder become alarmed. Scully's head rose slowly, and glanced around in confusion. She tried to speak when she noticed him, only to be shot back into reality, she was gagged, tied, and had no way out. Her eyes begged him to do something, anything, but his return gaze brushed her insides like a saw. Sending her deeper into reality, she realised, that they were both stuck. Her mind whissed (not wizzed thank you) with ideas, plans, a way to escape...but none of her ideas seemed senseable, or able to work. She bit down on her gag, wondering what Mulder was thinking about. All she read on his face, which was turned from her gaze, was apologies, explanations, sorrow. She wondered why he always blamed himself, why he always expected to save and protect her? She longed to tell him she did'nt blame him, for anything, not for the past 7 years, she did'nt blame him at all, not for her sister, not for her cancer, not evn for Emily. She longed to touch him, to feel his arms around her, a ring of saftey, a ring of love...she shocked herself red faced at her following thoughts(you are welcome to fill this in as you see fit, maybe your mind is dirtier than mine!!). She quickly shook her head to clear it. She had to focus, had to stay alert..."No daydreaming now Dana! Now is not the time,"She scolded herself, "No matter how tempting it may be...become.." (More very vivid,hehe, fantasy\dream\whatever your little heart desires.)
"Love? " She asked herself, "Do I really love him? Yes I do, I love spooky Mulder!" She wondered if she would be ever able to actually say it. Then a thought crossed her mind, what if I wait to long to tell him, and it's to late? Then she reminded herself that it might already be too late.
Only when a shout was heard from the crows nest, did the two stirr from they're thoughts, "Vessle off the port bow!!" Soon a younge woman had borded the boat and was conversing with their captorrour (not sure if this is even a word, ignore it you know what it means). She had short brown, wildly cropped hair that ended at her nape.(Think of Natalie Imbrulia.) Her dark, dramatic eyes searched the deck swiftly, taking in the captives. Her firm facial features showed her unruley determination and great streangth, even the man who held the two captives seemed scared of her. If anything, the entire crew respected her.
"You leave them tied like animals?" She asked, surprising the agents with her airy english accent, "Is this how much they are worth to you?" She scolded him angrily.
"But Ms. Jones," He began to explain, trying to hide his fear at her dissapproval, "I was just.."
"Shut up, " She interrupted his quiviling, (again, not sure if it is a real word, bear with me), "Theese are two Special F.B.I agents, valuable. Do you think the F.B.I is going to stand around why two of their agents are missing? No bloody way."
"I'm sorry Danielle..." He began. She glared death at him.
"Don't call me by my first name Chuck, I do not enjoy it." Her head snapped around to talk to some sailors, "Get those two poor people a room, food, and a bath. Most of all, get them downstairs!"She ordered, "Go!" She demanded again when the confused officers looked to their captain for affrimation, but when she yelled at him he booked faster then a bee who caught his ass on fire (past aggressions sorry, u understand). Danielle watched with curious hazel eyes as the two were untied and led below the deck. Chuck, gathering up a little nerve, asked, "Hey, why do care about them anyway? They're not apart of our deal..."
She glanced at him, "Maybe I want them to be, two american F.B.I. agents might be useful to me..."She muttered thoughtfully. Chuck's eyes lit up at the oppurtunity to make a sale, "Not just any F.B.I. agents ya know," He began, trying to sell them off, "Part of some secret project or something...the S-files...?" He scratched his head in confusion, struggling to get his pea sized brain to remember. Danielle interruppted his thoughts," The x-files?" She asked, now even more interested, " The cases involved with strange pheanominon, ones placed on the back burner so the american people will not find out about them?"
Chuck sratched his forehead with a dirty thumbnail, "Yeah,that be them, wow you really do know everything huh?" She smiled at this. "Why Danny, you interested?"
She frowned, her eyes glaring unmercifily(not sure if it is spelled right, but it is a word this time), until he apologized profously.
"Any way, Ms. Jones, if your interested, we could work out something..."He gave her a wry smile and rubbed his grimy hands together.
She gave him a grin, "Ok Chuck, how much is it gonna cost me to take them off your hands?"
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Befor they knew it, Mulder and Scully found themselves on another boat, the younge woman's, fed, clean, not to mention dry, (Damn boats), and in a small but cozy quarters together,(For you land lovers, its a room). Mulder was first to speak.
"Scully,"He breathed, rushing up to her after being thrown in about a half-an hour after she was placed there, "Are you okay?" She looked dizzily at him, not sure if he was really there, if he was really clutching on to her shoulders. She smiled lightly, already convinced it was too late for anything, too late for love, too late for a family, too late for anything.
Mulder's eyes searched into her's, trying his best to penetrate the wall of deep blue, the wall of frozen ice. Finally, seeing her saddness, he hugged her, bringing his lanky arms around her ivory shoulders, trying to give her comfort. He felt more at ease when she returned the hug limply and sighed deeply into his chest. Stroking her silky hair, he knew if he asked what she was thinking, she would not admit her true feelings. "Mulder Im fine, are you okay?"
He smiled wryly, looking into her eyes again, "Scully, to tell you the truth, im scared to death. Whats going to happen to us?" Befor she could answer a knock on the door interrupted them, " Hello," Danielle replied, peeking her head in the doorway, "Am I inturrupting some thing?" She asked sweetly, coming in.
Mulder glared at her, neighther answered her. Scully stared in an odd fashoin at her. The agents let the embrace end, and both stood staring dissproveling at the younge girl.
"I hope you two are comfortable? Any problems? Need anything?" She asked innocently.
"What we need, " Spoke Mulder, "Is outta here. And where are we anyway? What do you plan on doing with us? Wha..."
"Hold on hold on! Not so fast! You are on a boat my friend, and what I plan on doing with you, well, thats my business." She replied smiling, and walking back to the door. "After all, "She said opening it, "Your my property now." With that, she dissapeared behind the wooden door. After a short stop at the helm to view the boat's progreass, Danielle found herself back in her own quarters. It was a small bedroom, but it served it's purpuse, holding clothes, personal items, maps, and a few other micsc. items. And sleeping, if she could ever sleep. She closed her eyes as she tried to remember something, both actions were very unessassary, she had a great memory. As she thought this a salty tear trickled down her face, streaking it. She bite her bottom lip as she felt it begin to pout out, attempting to keep from crying. Amnesia, the bloody word used as her diagnoses. Danielle wondered if she had, in all her years exploring, ever felt anything more horrifying then waking up that horrid night in a dark hospital room, not knowing how she got there, then realising she had no idea who she was. She shook her head sadly, knowing she never has. All the myths Danielle had uncovered, as well as unfound tombs, african triabal burial grounds, ancient artifacts, had never topped the level of fear,confusion, and distrust that she had felt the instant she woke from her one year slumber. Quickly Danielle forced her mind to think about something else, anything else. Her thoughts finally turned to the two captive F.B.I agents, the ones who she felt compelled to bring with her. Why? She had no idea why, she did'nt think about why until now. "Why had I?" She asked herself outloud, her only answer was the churning of the violent sea. Just thinking about the two sent her mind spinning. She knew them somehow, but how, and when? Was it befor or after her injuries? She was drawn to them for a reason...her whole body told her that Dana Scully and Fox Mulder were somehow involved in her life, somehow, but not. After confusing herself retarted, she took a chance and headed back to the guest quarters....
Her face was pale as the low harvest moon spilled across her face, drrenching her through with it's brightness.
"Almost as bright as the sun," Mulder mumbled to himself, then wondering if he ment the moon or his partner , who lied awake on the only bed in the room. "Both,"He decided at last, to himself of course. (Damned pussy if u ask me..but thats my opinion, read on...)They bothed jumped as someone knocked at the thick door, their prison door. When no reply came, Danielle knocked again. Finally a determined voice answered, making her smile with delight, "What the hell do you want?". She respected that man, his bravery, his boldness. She smiled brightly as she opened the door and entered the room, closing it behind her. The weary agents looked at the girl, no older than 20, but with a very mature, very stronge air around her. As stronge and intependant as she seemed, Scully sensed something else in the girl, something sad, almost like she felt pain, that no one has ever felt befor.
"Agent Scully,"Danielle finally spoke after the long quiet as they studied each other, "You are unabole to bear children, am I correct?" The statment shocked Scully, who was unprepared for it. Her blue eyes wided and her mouth formed an O of surprise, she blinked. Once, twice, but said nothing. Finally Danielle spoke again, "And Agent Mulder, you never visit your mother do you? She sits at home, a sad lonely old woman who's only son is thought insane, and who screams to the heavens and to anyone who will listen that the sky is falling and when it hits its gonna be the shit storm of allll tiiime." Mulder was startled out of his skull that she knew his wordas exactly, the words he uttered drunkely to a curious barmaid almost a year ago. His expression matched Scully's.
"You've been watching us? Why? Who are you? Are you working with them? Who sent you..." Danielle agrily cut him off,"Agent Mulder, I work alone, and answer only to myself. And who is Them, may I ask? The bloody U.s government I suppose? Or maybe Them are apart of a larger conspiricy, the whole world I suppose? And no, I have'nt been watching you, in fact I'm not sure how I know theese things..." All of a sudden her mouth clamped shut, and her mind grasped with desperate attemps at a faded whisp of what might be a memory, a thought, anything. And finally when it closed around that single shread her mind held on with the tips of it's finger nails. She closed her eyes tight, refusing to let go, finally her eyes shot open, full of a strange look, a look of upcoming understanding. "You.."She laughed out loud, pointing to both the startled agents, "You were involved in the conspiricy! You were apart of it!" She smiled gleefully, not at the memory content, but at the memory, the actual fact of having a memory, more came though, "You were younge, you both were, Fox you were like 16, and Dana you were 14, both fully capaple of having children..." What Danielle was rattling off did not make sense to the agents, but they listened hard, "You really did'nt have the child though, it was developed, a test tube baby. They wanted a perfect race, something to be able to fight the threat off, to fight them away... They used your ovas, your sperm, and created a child, your child, but something else was added to her, something that made her different..."Danielle gasped as what she was careening off her tounge shocked her, "She wasn't all human...she.. she," She glanced at them nervously, who were staring at her in disbelief, "I'm the child."She said at last.
"I don't believe you," Mulder replied hastily, " Your lying, it never happened."
"Yes it did!" She shrieked, her previous attitude gone, she was practicly in tears. "HE did this to me, to you, the man with all the fags..(OK explain time, in England, they call a Cigarette a fag, so u with dirty minds working overboard stop, its not what u think..)
As soon as she said that Mulder and Scully froze, and exchanged nervous glances.
"The man with the cigarette?" Mulder asked, getting slighly frightened, "He did that...?"
He was cut off by Danielle crying, "I had amnesia, I never knew who I was, where I was from, and worste yet, I did'nt know who my family was."She sat down on the hardwood floor, her slender hands drapped across her face. Then slowly she began to feel her face, tracing ever crevis, lining her lips with her fingers, "I had nothing, noone. now all this came back.I have a family,"Now she was talking to herself, rather then the agents with spinning minds, who were still unsure of what to think, "And they won't believe me..." Then she chuckled, "Trust no one right...?" She was suddenly unsure of what she should call the man who was her father, but didn'tt believe it. So she stood back up, and faced the two. "Ill leave now, you can disscuss this, but it's true. So you two have a lot to think about.."With that she left.
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