The dimly lit living room glowed from the light of the
 computer screen.  Fox Mulder's eyes danced behind his reading
 glasses as he typed furiously.  He glanced down at the file
 opened in front of him and was startled when a resounding knock
 echoed through the tiny apartment.

      Mulder cursed, then stumbled in the darkness to his door and flung 
it open. Standing in the hallway was a young girl with
long, dark hair that fell down her back.  She wore a blue and
 white checked dress with a white sash around her waist that
 matched the ribbon in her hair.  Her green eyes shone next to
 her pale skin like emeralds, icy cold.

     Mulder gasped, paling in seconds.  He snatched the glasses
 off his face and stared at the girl before him.  A lump formed
 in his throat, and he could barely gasp, "Samantha?"

     She walked forward slowly, her steps echoing in the empty
 hallway.  She threw her suitcase at his feet, glared at him, and
 growled, "Not likely.  Don't you remember me?  I'm Jennifer,
 your cousin."  She grabbed her suitcase and pushed past Mulder
 into his apartment.

     Mulder's anxious fingers fumbled at the light switch and was
 almost blinded by the sudden bright light.  He sat Jen on the
 couch, himself on the coffee table and stared deeply into  her
 eyes.

     "I already told you.  I'm not Samantha.  I'm not your
 sister.  Why can't you believe me?" Jen demanded.

     "When you first moved here, my father and I came to see
 you," Jen told him as she sauntered over to the couch and sat
 down.  "I was about four, and the two of you left me alone in
 here.  I knocked over that end table and it made the dent in the
 wall."

     Mulder's eager expression fell.  "Well, Jen," Mulder
 stuttered.  "Where's your dad?"  Did he come with you?"

     Jen gritted her teeth and looked down at her hands.  "My
 father's dead.  He was in a car crash last week," she told him
 calmly.  "You're all I've got left."

     Mulder slumped into the couch, the full impact of Jen's
 words taking effect.

     "Are you married, Fox?"

     "No!" cried Mulder and glared at her.  He didn't even let
 his parents call him Fox.  "Where did you get that idea?"

     "Scully?" Jen asked with a sly smile.

     "She's my partner...and how do you know about her?"  Mulder
 asked.  Jen raised her eyebrows in a classic Scully
 imitation.

     Mulder shuddered and sank deeper into the couch.  He stared
 blankly at the ceiling, desperately trying to decide what to do
 next.




2.
3170 W. 53 Rd. #35
Annapolis, MD
Monday, 10:25 p.m.

     Dana Scully stretched out on her couch, book in hand. She
 ran a hand through her auburn hair and turned the page
 expectantly when her phone rang.

     "Never fails," she muttered, "Scully."

     "I really need your advice on this one, Scully," Mulder told
 her, pacing his bedroom.

     "Okay," answered Scully fearfully.

     "This evening, I opened my door to see a vision of Samantha.
  She looked exactly like Samanth did when she was abducted
 twenty-three years ago--when she was eight years old."

     Scully's eyebrows shot skyward and started to protest, "But
 Mulder..."

     "She's my cousin, Scully.  Her name is Jennifer, and her
 father died in a car accident last week.  Unfortunately, she
 bares a striking resemblance to Samantha.  I'm supposed to take
 her in, but I don't know what to do.  I haven't been around kids
 for years, and it's hard enough to live with my sister's
 disappearance without having to live with her evil twin."

     "Mulder, you have to put it all behind you.  It wasn't your
 fault.  Stop blaming yourself."  Scully grinned.  "I'm sorry.
 It's just that maybe having Jennifer live with you will help you
 confront your past."

    "Yeah, and then three spirits will come to me in the night
 and teach me the true meaning of Christmas.  I'll see you
 tomorrow, Scully."

3.
Apt 42
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 10:45 p.m.

     In the darkness of Mulder's living room, Jennifer lay on the
 couch, hearing every word of their conversation.

     "Don't worry, Fox," Jen whispered into the darkness, "Samantha's alive, 
and she's waiting for you."

     First the dark room, then the blinding, paralyzing
 light. It all came back to Mulder in bursts of painful
 memories.  The  shadowy figure, his  sister Samantha being
 lifted into the air, and his screams of terror mixed with hers.
  Suddenly, silence, total darkness, and he was all alone.


     Mulder awoke with a start.  He just couldn't get her
 abduction out of his mind.  He threw off his covers and 
stumbled out of the room.

     He paused at the doorway of the living room and gazed 
at Jennifer.  She looked exactly like Samantha.  He stood 
there, staring at Jen and thinking about Samantha until 
tears came to his eyes.

     Jen waited until Mulder had crept back to his room to 
open her eyes again.

1.
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
Tuesday, 7 a.m.

     Scully was reading a recent case file while leaning 
on her desk when the door opened.  Mulder strode into 
the room with Jen at his heels.

    "So, Fox, who's your little friend?" Jen asked him
 sarcastically.

     Mulder gave Scully a wry smile and put a hand on 
Jen's shoulder.

     The child made Scully's heart stop.  She looked 
exactly like Mulder.  Her dark hair and green eyes were 
a perfect match, only colder and more distant.

     "Jen, I'd like you to meet my partner, Dana Scully.  
Scully, this is my cousin, Jennifer."

     "Hello, Jennifer.  It's nice to meet you," Scully 
told her, smiling warmly.  Jen shrank behind Mulder and 
held his hand.

     Scully gave Mulder a doubtful look and started down 
the hall to his office.  Mulder gestured for Jen to follow 
them, then walked next to Scully.  Scully had to crane her
 neck to look up into Mulder's face.  Standing at only 
five foot-three, Scully felt awkward walking next to 
Mulder, who is six feet tall.

     "She calls you Fox?"

     Mulder shrugged.

     "And you brought her here with you?"

     "I had no other choice.  Jen insisted on getting an 
IQ and equivalency test this afternoon.  She won't start 
school until tommarrow.  The wierd thing is, I don't feel 
like myself when I'm around her."  He stopped to open the 
door for Scully. "And I'm not sure what you said, Scully, 
but I don't think Jen likes you."

     "No kidding," agreed Scully, with an exasperated 
sigh.  She held open the door and waited for Jen.

     The girl walked slowly down the long hallway, her 
steps echoing on the bare walls.  Each step was slow and
 deliberate, almost calculated, and completely unnerving.  
Her trance-like stare and glaring eyes were filled with 
nothing but disgust and utter hatred.

     Jen brushed past Scully into Mulder's office and 
almost knocked Scully off her feet.

2.
Alexandria Police Department
Tuesday, 9 a.m.

     Jen stood by the door of the interrogation room and 
grabbed the sleeve of Mulder's jacket as he rushed by her.  
She pulled as hard as she could, knocking him off his feet.  
Jen stood over Mulder and pushed him back into a sitting 
position when he struggled to get up.

     "Fox, listen to me, and listen good.  That man lied 
to you. This case is definately not an X-File."

     Scully walked out of the interrogation room and stopped 
dead in her tracks.  Jen whirled around and fixed her green 
eyes upon Scully.

     Mulder stood up cautiously and started to walk out 
to his car.  When Mulder glanced over his shoulder at Jen, 
she called, "Not so fast, Fox," with her back still turned. 
The next thing he knew, he was falling headlong over a sofa.

     Jen sauntered over to him and put a foot on his 
chest.  Mulder laid on his back, wincing in pain.  The 
anger boiled up inside him and fought the urge to throw her across the room.

     Jen gazed deeply into his eyes and sneered, "Now, now, 
Fox.  Let's not restort to violence.  Besides," she told him, 
turning to glare at Scully, "I'm right." And with that, she
 turned and marched out to the car.

     "Mulder, are you all right?" asked Scully as she helped 
him to his feet.  Mulder nodded.  He didn't have the strength 
to speak.

     "What happened? One second, the sofa was along the wall 
over there, and the next it was in the middle of the floor.  
No one was anywhere near it when it moved."

     Mulder gingerly touched his head and grimaced in pain.  
"I think I should finish questioning him before Jen tries 
to pound some more sense into me.  Don't you think so, 
Scully?" he asked with a wane smile and limped into the
 interrogation room.  "For some strange reason, I think he's 
been lying to me."





3.
 Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Tuesday, 6 p.m.


     Mulder stormed into his apartment and threw his case 
folder against the wall.  Jen appeared in the doorway, sighed,
 and rubbed her eyes.

     "Fox, it was for your own good.  He would have sent you 
on a wild goose chase.  You've gotten the correct information
now."

     "Have I?  It's so nice to know that you have all the
 answers."

     "Sarcasm will get you nowhere, Fox.  Why do you keep all 
of your anger bottled up like that?  It's not good for you.  
Let it out.  Come on," challenged Jen.  "Go ahead.  Yell 
at me.  You know you want to."

     Mulder paced the living room, running his hands through 
his hair.  He wanted to scream but his throat closed up.

     Jen crepted up behind him and put and hand on his 
shoulder.  When she whispered, "Fox?" he shrugged her off 
and retreated to his desk.

     "Mulder," Jen persisted.  "You gave me know other 
choice. You understand that don't you? You get too excited
 sometimes.  I had to stop you." Jen stopped and rolled her 
eyes. "Great," she muttered and dropped to the couch. "Fox, 
your phone."

     As if on cue, the phone on the table rang.  Mulder 
glanced at Jen and picked up the phone.  "Mulder...Yes 
Scully, I'll be ready."

     "When to you leave?" asked Jen coldly.

     "In an hour.  Will you be all right here by yourself?"
 Mulder sat next to her and put his head in his hands.

     Jen only nodded and the two sat in silence.  She 
continued staring at the wall and told him, "I'm just as 
human as you. I'm not an extraterrestrial."

     Mulder's head snapped up.  "I didn't say that," 
he told her quietly.

     "No, but that's what you were thinking. I'm not an 
alien, nor have I ever been abducted.  I'm just like you.  
Well, almost."

     "Then what are you?  Who are you?" Mulder demanded 
and turned to face her.

     "You know exactly who I am.  What am I?  Well, 
that's an entirely different question all together."  
She paused, and took a deep breath.  "I'm not exactly 
sure myself, actually.  I don't know the full extent of
 my powers quite yet.  Do you want your phone?" she asked.

     The table slid forward across the floor.   Mulder's 
eyes grew wide and he jumped off the couch.

     The table returned to its proper place as Jen stood up.

     "I never met her," Jen explained to him. "She was 
gone before I was born. You should start packing, Fox.  
She'll be mad if you're late." Mulder nodded slightly but 
made no move to leave the couch.

     Jen slipped out of the room and walked down the hall.  
"Oh, and by the way," Jen called as she left, "I think you 
should let her drive."


THREE



1.
Route 1
Wednesday, 8:30 a.m.

     "Scully, I just don't understand it," said Mulder as 
he sped down the highway.  "Remember when I told you that 
Jen was getting tested?" he asked.


     Scully nodded.  Mulder reached behind his seat and 
groped for his bag.  He pulled out a folder and handed it 
to Scully.  She opened the folder and skimmed its contents.  
Her eyes widened and turned to face him.


     "Mulder, according to these tests, Jen's IQ is 
over 200."  He said nothing and kept his eyes on the 
road.  "The school is moving her up into the fifth grade, 
which I find hard to believe.  Have you talked to her recently?"


     "Not exactly," Mulder answered her.  "She did most 
of the talking.  In fact, she hardly let me get a word 
in edgewise.  Whenever I was about to ask her a question, 
she'd answer me before the words got out of my mouth."


     "Well, what did she tell you?"


     Mulder laughed and said, "Let's see.  First she 
assured me that she was neither an alien, nor had she 
ever been abducted."  Scully raised an eyebrow. "Then, 
she told me that she doesn't know what she is.  She 
doesn't know the extent of her powers."


     "Her powers?" Scully asked in disbelief.


     "Yeah.  Next thing I knew, my end table moved 
over towards me.  I didn't touch it and neither 
did Jen."


      Scully looked mildly confused.  "But Mulder, 
that's impossible.  Inaminate objects can't move on 
their own."


     "Scully, I don't think it moved on its own," Mulder 
told her and glanced at her face. "I think Jen moved it.  
That's the only possible explanation for what happened 
yesterday morning."


     A truck appeared in from of them.  It was coming 
straight at them.


     "Mulder!" Scully screamed and instinctively put her 
arms in from of her face.




2.
Alexandria Elementry School
Wednesday, 8:30 a.m.

     Jennifer stood nervously before the class.  The only
 thing she hated more than being the youngest and smallest 
was being the new kid.


     "Jennifer, why don't you tell us a little bit about
 yourself?" her teacher asked.


     Jen glared nondesreetly throughout the class before she
 started to speak.  "My dad died last week in a car accident,
 and I came to stay with my cousin, Fox."


     An overpowering wave of danger washed over Jen so 
strongly that she had to lean on her teacher's desk for
 support.


     "Fox?" she whispered, putting a hand to her head.


     "Jennifer, are you all right?" her teacher asked as 
she put a hand on Jen's shoulder and squatting down so that 
they were eye level.


     Jen gasped and fled the room. "Fox! No!" Jen screamed 
as she ran frantically down the hall.  "I told you not to
 drive!"


     She ran all the way back to mulder's apartment and 
hurled herself inside, breathing heavily.  Jen threw 
herself at the phone and dialed Mulder's cellular 
screeching, "Pick up Fox, pick up."


3.
Route 81 
Wednesday, 8:45 a.m. 

     Mulder hit the breaks and triend to turn the car 
away from the oncoming truck.  The tires screeched on 
the asphalt, but the truck plowed into them nevertheless.


     Mulder and Scully bounced like rag dolls in their 
tiny car, then were hit by the car following them.  Mulder's 
head hit the window with a sharp crack, and slowly drifted 
into darkness.  The last thing he could remember before 
plunging into unconsciousness was the ringing of 
his phone.


4.
Scranton General Hospital
Wednesday, 5:12 p.m.

     Mulder groggily opened his green eyes and squinted 
in the bright hospital lights. He tried to sit up, but 
the pain rocketing into his skull made him lye down.


     Jen hovered over MUlder and shispered to him 
soothingly.  She stroked his dark brown hair lovingly, 
but with her usual chilling stare.  Mulder's eyes popped 
open and opened his mouth to speak.


     "Scully's fine, Fox," she assured him.  "Surprisingly, 
she made it out of the crash with minimal injuries."


     "Where am I?" Mulder asked and closed his eyes.


     "You're in Scranton, Pennsylvania.  I called 
your little friend and she had me on the next plane.  
The doctors are keeping you here overnight just to be 
safe. You have a concussion" Jen sighed and closed 
her eyes. "Fox, I distinctly remember telling you not 
to drive!" Mulder struggled to sit up and Jen helped 
him with stony silence.


     "Where's Scully?" Mulder demanded.


     "I made her wait outside.  There's something I 
need to tell you." Jen stopped and glared at the door. 
"Scully," she called, "you may as well come in.  
Eavesdropping is a rather nasty habit."


     Scully entered the room sheepishly and gave 
Mulder a silent, "Are you okay?" look. When he nodded 
slightly, starting another nind shattering headache, she 
sat in a chair on Mulder's left.


     "Fox, you have to listen to me, and I mean it this 
time.  You are in grave danger.  I can sense it coming closer."


     Mulder shifted his gaze to Scully who raised 
her eyebrows in her famous look of skepticism.


     "Scully, can I see you outside for a minute?" Jen 
asked, her eyes full of murderous hatred.  Scully glanced 
back a Mulder and left the room.


     Jen followed her out of the room and quietly closed 
the door as she stelpped into the hallway.  "Look Scully, 
I can't see how Fox can put up with your crap, but I won't.  
I need his help, but until you can believe things like Fox 
can, he won't be able to.  As much as I hate to admit it, 
he depends on you for sulpport.  Emontionally, he may not 
be able to handle the information without you," explained 
Jen.


     Scully listened to her speech carefully.  Jen was so 
much like Mulder, it was scary.  Unfortunately, she also 
had the same wild ideas and beliefs of her cousin.  She 
opened her mouth to speak when Jen interrupted her.


     "I'm not going to lie to you," she told Scully. "I 
don't like you, but I respect you, and I need your help.  
Fox and I have to meet with my principal on Saturday 
afternoon.  You've known him longer than me, and I'd like 
you to tell him.  I'll be in the waiting room."


     Scully watched in disbelief as Jen turned and fled 
down the hall.


     "What did she want?" Mulder asked as Scully entered 
the room.


     "She wants me to tell you that the two of you have 
to  meet with her principal Saturday afternoon."


     "It took her that long to tell you that? Sue must be 
in big trouble."


     "No, she also told me that I have to learn to believe 
things like you can." Mulder snickered under his breath 
and Scully silenced him with a look. "If I can't you won't
 be able to help her or emotionally handle what she has to
 say>"


      Mulder closed his eyes and leaned back against the 
pillows.  This kid was getting wierder by the minute.


FOUR



1.

2763 S. Queen Street

Washington DC

Friday, 1:30 p.m.


      Mulder shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Ever since 
he underwent regression hypnosis, he couldn't he couldn't 
stand shrinks' offices.  Jen sat next to him in silence, 
her feet not even touching the floor.  Her eyes lacked 
every emotion except hatred, cold and unnerving.


      She slid off her chair and slowly walked towards the 
door. Mulder hesitantly rose to his feet and followed Jen,
 stopping at her side.


      The door opened and a woman in  her forties appeared.
 "Jennifer Mulder?" she called into the waiting room.


      Jen brushed past her into the room before the woman 
could move out of her way.  Mulder smiled sheepishly and 
followed Jen.  She sat on the leather couch opposite the 
desk and patted the spot next to her.  Mulder sat as Dr. 
Decker closed the door and walked to her desk.  She sat 
back and made a mental note of the two.


      The man as as pale as a ghost, and his green 
eyes were tired and glassy.  He looked like a secret-
service man in his suit and trench coat.  The girl sat 
silently and unmoving.  Her dark hair was the same shade 
as his, and fell down her back.  In her floral dress that 
fell just past her knees, china white tights and black 
patent leather shoes, she looked like a living doll.  
Her green eyes were cold as ice with a disturbing 
stare.


      "What am I supposed to do?" asked Jen, obviously 
irritated.  Mulder put a hand on her shoulder to quiet 
her, but she shrugged it off.  "Should I tell you my 
life story while you sit there staring at  me?"


     "Jen," whispered Mulder with a troubled look 
on his face.  He placed his hand on her shoulder 
once more.


     "You keep out of this, Fox," Jen snarled and 
shoved his hand off her shoulder.  Dr. Decker watched 
them silently.


     Initial hypothesis: merely an attitude problem.


     "Do you really want to know?" Jen screamed and 
jumped off the couch. Dr Decker watched in disbelief 
as her coffee mug slid across her desk on its own and 
shattered into a million pieces.  Jen flung herself 
onto the couch and buried her face in Mulder's shirt 
sobbing uncontrollably.  He hesitantly put his hand atop 
her hean and stroked her hair silently.


     Suddenly, Jennifer tore herself from Mulder and sat 
upright, stiff as a board.  Her eyes darted back and forth
 around the room frantically.


     "Fox," Jen whispered shakily, "it's getting closer.  
The evil is only a few days away." She started to shake
 uncontrollably, and silent tears ran down either side of 
her face. "If you don't listen to me, you will die, and I 
will not be held accountable!" she told him, her voice
 cresendoing into a frustrated scream.


      Jen turned to Dr. Decker in a blind rage.  She 
leaned on the front of her desk and glared down at her.
  "You never believed anyone who claimed to be a telepath 
or anything in the paranormal.  You're looking at one now 
and you still can't believe!"  Jen ran from the room and 
slammed the door on her way out.


     "Was it just me, or do you think she has a multiple
 personality disorder too?"


     "She's right," Dr. Decker told Mulder in awe, "She's 
a telepath, clairvoyant, and psychokenetic.  She has the
 gift."


     Jen reappeared in the door way.  "Make shre your 
calendar is clear for tomorrow at three o'clock.  You 
may get a phone call from my principal." Jen stopped 
and glared at Dr. Decker.  "So, you finally believe." 
Jen shifted her gaze to Mulder and commanded, "Come on 
Fox.  We have much to discuss."


2.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Friday, 3 p.m.


     Mulder unlocked the door to his apartment and trudged 
into the living room.


     "Fox, why is it that you can believe that aliens and
 monsters are here on earth, yet you can't believe me?" 
Jen asked as she followed him.  "Just because I'm your 
cousin doesn't mean I can't be one of them. You're just 
like Scully!  I thought you were a believer."


     "I want to believe," he whispered with his eyes 
cast downward.


     "Should I leave not and spare  you the pain?" She 
asked quietly.  "They will learn of me and when they do,
 they'll come for me as they did Samantha.  That's why 
I need your help."


     Mulder's blood began to boil. "Why me?" he shouted, 
turning to Jen who stood motionless in the doorway.  
Her evil eyes caught the light spilling into the room.


     "Why not?"


     Before Mulder realized what had happened, Jen 
had fled the apartment and ran down the hall.  Mulder 
ran after her only to see the doors of the elevator 
close with Jen behind them.


     He cursed, then ran down the stairs on the left.  
He caught her as she raced out of the elevator and 
shoved her back inside.


     "What is the matter with you?" Mulder screamed 
at Jen who stared at him expressionlessly.  "You tell 
me that you want to spare me pain and then try to 
disappear on me just like she did!"



     Jen laughed and said, "Congratulations, Fox.  
You passed." She strolled back to the apartment 
with Mulder following her.


     "I'm so glad you find this amusing."


      Jen entered the apartment and sat down on the 
couch.  "I'm sorry. I wasn't sure you would actually 
be able to help me, so I had to give you a little test.  
I have the answers you seek," Jen whispered, "but you'll 
have to trust me."


3.
Alexandria Elementary School
Saturday, 3 p.m.

      "Well, I suppose you both know why you're here," 
Mr. Bashore said. Mulder and Scully glanced at each 
other and then back at the principal.  Jen stood 
behind Mulder's chair in stony silence.


      "She didn't tell you? Well, on Wednesday morning,
 Jennifer's teacher called me.  Apparently Jennifer had 
run screaming from her class and has not returned since.  
We tried to call you, but there was no answer.  We got a 
call from Jennifer on Thursday afternoon telling us that 
she and her father would meet with me.  And I have yet to 
recieve her records from her previous school."


     Mulder leaned forward slightly and Jen put her hand 
on his shoulder.  "I'm not sure that I can explain what 
happened, but I do have a hypothesis."


      Jen leaned forward over the back of his chair and
 whispered, "Why are you telling him this when even you 
don't believe it?"


      Mulder faced Bashore and took a deep breath. "On 
Wednesday morning, Scully and I were on our way to New York 
when we were in a car accident.  When I regained 
consciousness, I was in a hospital in Pennsylvania, and 
Jen was with me.  Yesterday, I took her to a child 
psychologist who told me that she is a telepath, clairvoyant, 
and psychokinetic.  I believe that when the sensed that 
I was in danger, she ran from her classroom in an attempt 
to stop the accident."


     Scully gave Mulder a sideways glance.  He'd never 
mentioned any of this to her.  "Mr. Mulder, you have 
got to be kidding," Bashore laughed. "This is some kind 
of joke, isn't it?"


     Jen stepped out from behind Mulder and made the 
telephone move to Bashore, who jumped out of his chair.


     "Since you don't believe Fox, ask an expert.  Call 
Dr. Decker." Jen grabbed Mulder's hand. "Let's go, Fox."


     She started to leave his office, then stopped dead 
in her tracks, making Mulder stumble in an attempt not 
to fall over her.  Jen turned to Bashore and said, 
"I'll see you again on Monday," with a sly smile, 
she pulled Mulder after her as she left the room.


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