Title: Spaceman WIP-1
Rating: (part 1) G, (over all) NC-17
Category: casefile, MSR
Spoilers: none- this fic is totally self-contained Archive: feel free, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: A new drug leads Mulder and Scully on an investigation of abductions, overdoses and familiar foes. While discovering the root of this new evil, they find the truth between them as well.
Feedback: please- oh pretty please... send mail to xenoprobe@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Not mine, never were- make no profit, have no money- do not sue.

Author's Note: This story is a long time coming. I started writing this fic well over a year ago during a period of heavy fic-writing. I was listening to my Bif Naked CD nearly every day and was inspired to write this piece. I am posting it as a WIP as, even now, I have not wrapped up the ending. I think I need feed back to gain the momentum I need to finish up.

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Spaceman
By xenoprobe

"I don't know Brad..."

"C'Mon Kristin, I swear, it's just like ecstasy. Remember the last time on E... Man we were fried."

Kristin looked at her boyfriend dubiously. "I promise. Just take one hit ok- I'll look out for you."

Kristin took the little green pill in her hand, examining it briefly. It was lime coloured and had a little alien head stamped on it. 'Looks like E' she thought to herself. She popped the pill and swallowed, chasing it with a shot of vodka.

Brad smiled. "That's my girl." He took his hit then returned to rolling the joint he was working on. "We're gonna have a blast at the rave, baby..."

He lit the joint and took a long drag, crooking his finger he beckoned Kristin to come close. He grabbed her by the back of the head and drew her into his embrace pressing his lips to hers only to exhale a cloud of smoke into her mouth. She coughed it back in his face.

"Gimme a real drag Brad... then lets get outta here. Sarah and Kate will be waiting for us in line at the club."

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The warehouse doors opened wide as a crowd of teens and twenty-somethings swarmed in. The high ceilings danced with laser lights and a steady emission of dry ice clouded the dance floor. Kristin watched in idle fascination as a boy with big ponytails passed her by, it was going to be a long, full night.

She felt her arm being grabbed and she blinked, only to find she was in the centre of the dance floor with Kate. The throb of music was inside her and she swooned with the effects of the drug in her system. The room was spinning and the lights were like magnesium ablaze in her brain.

"Are you ok?" her friend shouted over the crowd. Kristin nodded, feeling like she might fall over. She glanced around trying to find her boyfriend in the throng- he was no where to be seen. "I'm gonna go find Brad."

The sensation of sweaty bodies bumping against her as she made her way through the dancers was intense. It felt like a million caresses and her body hummed in a sort of sexual awakening. As she approached the bar, she saw the familiar shirt that Brad was sporting, his blue one with the stripes down the sleeve. She reached out to him and he whirled around too fast, nearly knocking her to the sticky floor.

"My GOD!" His eyes were wide, pupils over- dilated. He looked like he was inside a fish bowl- blurred and waterlogged. Kristin couldn't focus, her senses suddenly numb. "Can you see them? Can you?" He shook his girlfriend desperately, bruising her shoulders.

"Brad?" Her voice sounded like it was in a bubble. "Brad... what's happening?" She tried to shake off the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Wass happening..." In the same moment, Brad and Kristin slumped against each other, sliding limp to the floor.

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There was a blast of white light. The sound of ringing was all around her like a drill inside her mind. Kristin tried to focus but could only open her eyes in squinted bursts against the cold brightness around her. She couldn't see Brad.

Kristin blinked once, then again and found she was in a room. The space around her was blue or silver- clinical and cold. She shivered. There was a whispering sound all around her but she saw no one in her midst. She blinked again.

The scream that pierced the air around her was her own. The shrill cry came from deep inside yet her mouth was still closed. She was certain that she was sweating but her skin felt crackled and flaky. The voices were louder than ever, she felt like a human switchboard, taking incoming messages in a million foreign languages all at once. She was terrified to realize that the voices weren't only incoming, her own voice was mixed in with the sounds as well. She could hear her cries for help, dying in the white light all around her, bouncing in shards of sound off the sterile walls. From above she saw a needle, on a tiny drill moving towards her. She blinked.

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At the foot of the bar, Kristin and Brad convulsed in a heap of tangled limbs; eyes rolled back in their skulls and tiny streams of green liquid trickled from their noses.

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"Got any club gear Scully?" Mulder grinned at his partner as she entered their basement office, two coffees in her clutch.

"What?" Her face was serious.

"Club gear, y' know- mini skirt, GO-GO boots..."

"You're showing your age Mulder." She quipped, then smiled sparklingly. "I haven't been to a club or bar in years, I used to love it though."

"Really?" Mulder looked at his petite partner and rubbed at his chin. "I can't see it Scully. You. In a club... and liking it?"

She shot him a punching glance and grinned again. "There was a time when I did have a life Mulder- you remember having a life don't you?"

"Touche, Scully. I guess I just never figured you for a 'kick back with a beer' girl. I have this impression of you buried to your chin in studies."

"Well I did do a lot of that. I never liked beer much either. I was more a vodka person and sometimes pot. If we stayed in, we smoked up. I blame it all on my brother Charlie."

Mulder made a sweeping gesture, grabbing at his chest like he was suddenly dying of a heart attack.

"Jesus Scully... you're killing me here. You smoked weed? Christ we need to talk more..."

His partner just smiled to herself, content to have been capable of shocking him for a change. It wasn't like she'd been a dope smoking fiend through medical school; she and her friends just enjoyed a bit of smoke from time to time. She took a seat across from Mulder and sipped slowly at her coffee.

"Of course you're asking me about club stuff for a reason... what's up?"

"Well, something sort of interesting happened at a club here in DC last Friday night. I thought we might check it out."

"What do you mean by 'interesting' Mulder?"

"Well, a nineteen year-old girl died from an apparent overdose."

"And... Her boyfriend claims it was a result of their being abducted."

"I was waiting for that. Mulder, don't you think that the local PD can handle this? If it's an overdose, I imagine it's an open closed case."

"Well, I wouldn't have really thought about it much if it weren't for something the boyfriend said. He told the police that they were taken by tall blond entities, but that Kristin, the girlfriend, didn't seem to realize that he was there with her.

Scully nodded, listening to her partner. His exuberance was barely hidden beneath his low monotone.

"Anyhow, these blond type aliens are commonly referred to as the Nordics. Abductees claim that they are doctors of some sort. The greys procure the abductees but the Nordics perform the tests."

"So what makes the boyfriend's claims so unusual Mulder? I mean the kids were on drugs, don't you think its possible that they were hallucinating- even hallucinating together?"

"That's true Scully, but this boy, Brad, says he could see his girlfriend on a slab-like table with a needle in her eye. He says he tried to rescue her and that the next thing he remembers is coming to on the dance floor at the club- the girlfriend was already dead."

"Sounds pretty typical for an abduction story."

"Yes, but the girl Kristin had a puncture mark in her eye that corroborates Brad's story."

"Mulder." Scully cocked her head, speaking as if to a child. "Her eye likely ruptured, its probably an extension of her drug use or an embolism from the strain of the overdose.

Mulder did his best puppy dog face, pleading for some leeway.

"I just thought that you might do the autopsy on the girl while I talk to Brad. That way, if it was just a run-of-the-mill overdose, we can wipe our hands of it."

The coffee slipped down her throat, warming her (or perhaps it was Mulder's infectious smile that was heating her). She'd never been one to say 'no' in the past...

"I had the body shipped to Quantico... it'll be there by 10:30." He flashed his best geeky smile and she nodded her response. Mulder stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. He swiped his coffee before heading out of the office to interview the boyfriend. "Thanks Scully."

"No boots Mulder." She smiled to herself.

"What?" He was already half way out the door.

"I have the mini skirt, but no Go-Go boots- sorry."

"We'll have to do something about that Scully." He disappeared into the hall; his footsteps fell in time with her laughter.

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