fan-fic
"The Island Talamasca"
PART II

by Renate Spohn

4.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Saturday, 4:11 p.m.


     "If you want my help, you're going about it the wrong
way," he told her as he made his way into the living room. 
"Do you enjoy this?" Mulder demanded.  He approached her, 
then thought better of it and dropped into the couch.

     Jen knew he wanted to be alone, so she went into the
 kitchen, journal in hand.  She opened it up and read the 
very first page...

April 25, 1992

     I have heard the voices for as long as I can remember.  
I didn't understand until just recently that those voices are 
the thoughts of the people around me.  I'm going to  have to
 learn  to block them out in order to keep my sanity.

     I'm going to keep a record of my life and my family's 
lives to serve as a record of the growth of my powers.

     Yesterday, I went with my father to see my cousin Fox 
in his new apartment.  The left me alone in the living room,
 and then I heard something I shouldn't have.  I heard my 
father telling Fox embarrassing stories about me.  It was 
the first conversation I ever heard telepathically.  I got so
angry, I consider throwing things around the room.  To my 
surprise, the table I had been glaring at slid into the wall 
with a loud thud.  Fox and my father came running, and when
we moved the table, we saw a small dent where it had slammed
into the wall.

     Jen quickly snapper her journal shut when Mulder entered 
the room.

     "I'm sorry, Fox," Jen whispered.  She averted her eyes to
 the ground and felt his eyes upon her.  "I'm not used to 
being around people who care for  me."  She raised her head
 slightly so that their eyes would meet.  Mulder quickly 
turned his head away from Jen.  "It's getting closer, but 
I don't know why it's taking so long.  We have three, maybe 
four days.  Fox, please sit down," she pleaded, "you're 
going to faint."

     Mulder sat at the table in the chair across from her and
 stared at the journal in her hands.

     "I thought Scully was the skeptic," she told him prissily 
and glared at him.

     "I want to believe."

     Jen jumped off her chair and knocked it over in her fury.
"That's all you ever say," Jen screamed at Mulder, her eyes 
full of tears and a lump in her throat.  "You want to believe,
 but that's not good enough," she shrieked and pounded her 
small fists on the table.  "You must believe without a single
doubt."

     "Why must I?" Mulder yelled over her screams and got to 
his feet.  He looked down at her and asked, "And what will 
happen if I don't?"

     Jen snatched her journal off the table and marched to 
the doorway.

     "You'll never know the truth about her and the rest of
the X-Files," she answered and stormed out of the room.




5.

     Mulder didn't sleep much that night, and his thoughts 
were keeping Jen awake.  She reached under the couch and
unearthed her journal.

May 8, 1993

     My mother died today.  I didn't tell my father it was
going to happen.  He wouldn't have believed me anyway.

     I sat by her bed and held her hand, hearing her last
thoughts echo in my mind.  Ever as I write this, I cannot
cry for my mother.  I couldn't cry when it first happened.



June 2, 1993

     My father put me in this bording school two weeks
ago, and already I've been promoted to the second grade.
     
     Here, I've begun to understand and use my powers.  
While sitting at my desk, I would move things at random;
books, papers, chairs--it didn't matter.  It was a game
to me.

     Yesterday, I sought refuge in the endless supply of
books in our school library.  There, I searched for those
like myself, but found none.  Only fiction.  No other 
person in my family has this gift.




FIVE



1.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Sunday, 8 a.m.


     Jen laid on the couch, pretending to be asleep while 
Mulder got ready to leave the apartment.  He wrote Jen a
note and left it on the kitchen table before going out the
door.  Jen almost laughed aloud.  It was unnecessary for him 
to write a note since she'd heard his every thought since the 
moment he'd awakened.

     She got up and read Mulder's note once more which told
her that he was with Scully pursuing a lead in the case, and
he'd be back by five.

     Jen settled herself at the kitchen table and opened her
journal.


August 30, 1995

     I was expelled from my boarding school last week and
after only my second year there.  I must have used my powers
too much, and not one believed me when I told them the truth.
They were all afraid of me.  I guess it's true.  People are
afraid of what they don't understand.

     I'm living with my father once again, but I hardly ever
see him.  His fortune had grown considerabley in the time
I was gone--ever since he had begun working with some
mysterious men from our government.

     My father had just moved into his new home in New Orleans
a month before I came to live with him.  In addition, he hired 
an endless line of servants--five of them mine--to assure 
himself that he would never be bothered with anything other 
than his work.


October 13, 1995

     I have terrorized ten governesses since I last wrote.  
My powers are growing at an astonishing rate with each passing
day.  My fater decided that it was pointless to hire governess
after governess, so I am now in charge of my own education.

     Even though I don't see my father, I hear his thoughts
and I am filling entire notebooks with his secrets which are 
also our government's.

     Jen closed her journal and wandered into the living room.
  She stood in front of his aquariun and asked the fish, 
"What should I tell Fox?"  Should I tell him now, or should
I wait?  Maybe I shouldn't tell him at all."  She whirled
around and reached underneath the couch.

     Jen produced a disk and clasped it to her heart.  She
closed her eyes and whispered, "When the time is right, I 
will give you to Fox, passing on the secrets of our 
government since the time in began. Once I am gone, you 
will serve your purpose."



2.  
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Sunday, 5:05 p.m.


     Mulder stepped into his apartment and slammed the door
behind him.  Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button
of his shirt, he trudged into the living room and threw his
coat on his desk chair.  Mulder stumbled into his room and
changed into a flannel shirt and jeans.  Rubbing his eyes
 tiredly, he headed into his kitchen to get something to eat.

     "Don't bother," Jen told him as he entered the kitchen.
"I already have dinner ready."

     Mulder looked warily from Jen to the table and back to 
Jen.

     "Come on," she pleaded.  "Have a seat.  Please?"

     Mulder sat across from her and hesitantly sipped from
his glass.

     "I knew that you like to drink ice tea," she told him
when she saw the surprised look on his face.  "Will you ever
trust me again?"

     "I don't know anymore," Mulder answered, careful to avoid
eye contact.

     "Can I win your trust?" Jen pranced around the table and
draped her arms around his neck.  She rested her chin on his
shoulder and whispered into his ear, "I know things about our
government that would turn your hair grey."

     "Like what?"

     Jen's face fell.  "All in good time," Jen responded as she
returned to her seat.  Mulder looked up from his plate.

     "I have to know."

     "And so you shall,all in good time," Jen responded 
coldly.

     "No! I need to know now!" Mulder yelled, pounding his
fists on the table.  He stopped suddenly and dropped back into
his seat.

     "Is it about her?" he whispered.  Mulder looked at Jen's
fact, and their eyes met for a brief second.

     "Yes," Jen managed to whisper.  Mulder sagged in his seat,
feeling as if he was punched in the stomach.

     "But she's okay," she added quickly.  "She's not in any
danger at the moment.  You know that she's okay.  They told
you that when she was taken."

     "I don't know what you're talking about," Mulder told 
Jen slowly, knowing fully well that he did.

     "You can't lie to me, Fox.  Remember?  She is alive. I
can feel it, even though I can't hear her thoughts."  Jen
threw a bag of sunflower seeds in front of Mulder and left the
room.



SIX





1.
Alexandria Elementary School
Monday, 1 p.m.


     Jen sat at her desk, trying to block out the conversation
of her class.  She strained to identify the strange feeling of
someone getting closer to her.  It was a person, male.  That 
was all she could tell.  He did an execellent job of masking 
his thoughts, but she felt a strong surge of anger and 
monstrous hatred.

     "Well, Jennifer, what do you think?" her teacher asked.
"Do you think that our government is doing a good job or a bad job?" Jen 
sat up and looked her teacher straight in the eye.

    "I think that our government is doing a great job of hiding
its secrets from the public.  The fact that aliens walk among us,
the abductees, tests, human-alien hybrids..."

  "That will be quite enough."  The class snickered.  Jen 
sat back in her seat and stared at the ceiling.

     Whitney Miller leaned back and whispered to her friend,
"Looks like 'Spooky' told her about it."

     Jen whirled around and glared at Whitney.

     Whitney started to scream as her desk shook, then her 
chair, and was lifted with her chair tow inches off the floor.
The entire class gasped and back away from Whitney.

     "Jennifer, stop it.  Jennifer, stop this right now," her
teacher yelled and shook Jen by her shoulders.

     Jen's gaze was torn away from Whitney who dropped to the
ground.



2.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 3:30 p.m.


     Mulder shoved Jen into the apartment and slammed the door.
He tore off his coat and threw it at the peg on the wall, but 
missed entirely.  Jen retrieved his coat from the floor and hung
it neatly next to hers.

     "Why?"  Mulder demanded.

     Jen turned her back on him.  "I don't know."

     Mulder spun her around and knelt down so that they were
eye level.  "I think you do."

     Jen snatched her coat from its peg and shrugged it on.
"I'm going for a walk, Fox.  I'll be back.  Keep the door 
locked and don't open it for anyone."

     Mulder moved between her and the door.  "You're not 
leaving until you tell me why you did it."

     Jen's eyes filled with tears.  "Do you really want to
know?" she yelled.

     Mulder looked in the eyes and nodded sharply.

     "It was you, alright.  She was talking about you!" 
Jen screamed and knocked Mulder off his feet as she fled the apartment.

     Mulder sat in the doorway of his apartment hearing the 
sound of her sobs as she ran down the hallway.



3.
W. 7th Street
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 3:53 p.m.


     Jen strolled down the sidewalk, drying her tears on 
the sleeve of her jacket.  Something was nagging her.  
Something was pulling her back towards the apartment 
building.

     A man with dark hair, a leather jackey and blue jeans
knocked into Jen as he passed her.  Jen stopped dead in her 
tracks and stared at the man.  There was something wrong with
him.

     Jen resumed walking.  She didn't hear anything when he
hit her.  He could mask his thoughts.  Anger and hatred.  Jen
whirled around and ran in the opposite direction.  She had to 
get back to the apartment before he did.




4.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 4:14 p.m.


     Mulder got to his feet and closed the door.  He trudged 
into the living room and flopped on the couch.

     Now what?  Am I ruining Jen's life the same way I did
when I voiced my beliefs in the paranormal?  I don't care what
other people think of me anymore.  But Jen's still young.  She
has her whole life ahead of her.  I can't make that decision for
her.



5.


     Jen tore down the street, gasping for breath.

     He has a gun!  He has a gun!  He has a gun!

     Jen raced up the stairs to Mulder's apartment building
She couldn't waste time waiting for the elevator, so she dashed
up the stairs instead.

     The man was already in the hallway.  He paused a Mulder's
door, and Jen raced towards him screaming, "No!"

  The man turned hastily and shot Jen in her side, then fled the
scene when he saw Jen fall to the ground.  Mulder appeared in the
doorway and rused to his fallen cousin.  He reached for his cell-
phone and dialed 911.

     Jen's hand weakly grabbed his arm and gasped, "Fox, it was
Krycek."

SEVEN



1.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Monday, 5:08 p.m.


     Mulder paced back and forth in the waiting room, unable to
 keep his hands form shaking.  Krycek was back, the man who had
 murdered his father in cold blood and tried to do the same to
him numerous times.

     "How is she?" Scully asked as she hurried to his side.

     "Nothing yet," Mulder answered quietly.  "It was Krycek.
She told me."

      A man in surgical clothing appeared in the doorway of 
the emergency room.  "Fox Mulder?" He called questioningly
into the waiting area.

     Mulder ran to him, Scully at his heels.  "What's wrong?"
he demanded.

     "We're having a problem restraining your daughter, 
Mr. Mulder.  She won't let anyone touch her, and objects are
flying around the room.  We need to operate on her immediately,
but we can't go near her.  She told me to tell you, 'She has to
remove the spleen, not the bullet.' When I asked her who 'she'
was, she just told me that you would know."

     Mulder looked to Scully who nodded and hurried the doctor
down the hall.  "My name is Dana Scully, and I'm a medical 
doctor..."



2.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Monday, 7 p.m.


     Mulder slept silently, slumped in a chair in the waiting
room of the emergency ward.  A hand gingerly touched his 
shoulder and jerked him back into consciousness.  He jumped
in his seat, then saw Scully dressed in surgical clothes.

     "She'll be fine, Mulder.  The operation went fine."  
Scully dropped into the chair next to him.

     "Was she right?"

     "I don't know how, but she was right.  Jen wouldn't let
anyone touch her until I was in the room and she had told me 
what to do.  The bullet had slightly penetrated the spleen, but
was still lodged inside it.  After I had removed the organ and
sewn her up, I removed the bullet.  Blood gushed out of the 
wound. If I had removed the bullet first, she would have 
suffered massive internal bleeding."

     Mulder slumped back in his chair. If Jen would have died,
he never would have forgiven himself.  He jumped to his feet
and strode in the direction of Scully had come.

     "Mulder," Scully called after him.  "Where are you going?"

     "I need to see her, Scully," Mulder told her as he hurried
from the room.  Scully ran after him.

     "Mulder, you can't...," Scully trailed off.  There was no
use in arguing with him.

     "Okay.  She's in recover room one."

     Scully led Mulder through a maze of corridors and hallways
before reaching Jen's door.



3.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Tuesday, 8:15 a.m.


     Mulder was sitting by her bed when Jen awoke, smiling and
holding her hand.  Jen eased into a sitting position, grimacing
in pain the entire time.

     "You're not fooling anyone, Fox," She told him and his
smile fell.  "What time is it?"

     "Quarter after eight."

     "You stayed with me all night.  Don't feel guilty.  You
couldn't have stopped him.  If you would have tried, he would 
have done what he had come to do.  He would have killed you,
Fox.  Just like your father.  He could mask his thoughts.
That's why I didn't know what he was going to do."

     Mulder clasped Jen's hand in both of his.  "I don't want 
to lose you," he whispered.

     "It's inevitable, Fox.  There's nothing we can do."

     "How did you know?  About the bullet?  Why wouldn't you
let anyone touch you except Scully?  You hate Scully!"

     "I don't know, Fox.  The only thing I did know was that 
Scully would listen to me.  She knows me.  No one else would
listen to me."  Jen leaned against the pillows and fell asleep.



4.



     Jen was awake and sitting up in bed when Mulder returned.

     "You didn't call the school yet,"  Jen scolded him.

     Mulder rubbed his eyes tiredly.  "No, I didn't.  I'll
call Mr. Bashore now," he said, reaching for the phone.

     "Don't bother, Fox.  They already know.  Everyone knows.
Get a copy of The Daily News for me.  I need to know how
much they know.

     "How did they get so much information?"  Mulder snarled and
through the newspaper on the floor.

     "Do you want a list?  Mr Bashore, the people I ran by on
the street, your neighbors, my teacher..."

     "All right, all right, I get your point.  Is he going to
come back?"

     "No.  I can't sense him, or the lack of him.  He's gone and
he won't come back until I'm gone."

     Jen stared blankly at the wall, listening intently to 
something that wasn't there.  She looked paler than she usually
did when she went into one of those trance-like states.  Maybe
it was because of her operation.  It had weakened her strength
and maybe even her abilities.

     "I can come home Thursday afternoon.  I'll tell you more
then."



5.
46th Street
New York City
Tuesday, 1:45 a.m.



     An old man in a dignified suit sat in his plush armchair, 
reading The Daily News.  He looked up over the edge of
the newspaper at the Cigarette-Smoking Man, named Cancer Man by
Mulder, whose head was surrounded in smoke.

     "Mulder's niece could become a problem.  What do you 
suggest we do to solve it?" he asked Cancer Man.

     "The same thing we did to Samantha Mulder.  This one's 
powers are something to be researched.  We've done it before."
Cancer Man took a long drag from his cigerette.

     "Are you sure this won't backfire?"  This might make him
even more of a threat."

     "I know Mulder.  This will leave him totally vulnerable.
I'll make the necessary preparations."  Cancer Man strode
out of the room, leaving a trail of smoke.

     "I don't like this.  If this girl can do what they say 
she can, she'll be able to elude us forever.  We'll scare her
away."

     He turned to another man standing against the wall.  
"Get me Skinner on the phone."



6.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Tuesday, 2 p.m.


     Jen's breathing increased rapidly.   Beads of sweat ran 
down her face and her eyes blinked uncontrollably.  Her hands
that had laid quietly at her sides were clenched into shaking
fists.  Jen's body rose slowly from her bed and stopped when
she was suspended one foot above it.

     Mulder called frantically for a nurse, but Jen dropped 
back onto the bed before one could arrive.  She had stopped 
shaking, her eyes were closed, and her breathing had returned 
to normal.  Mulder leaned over her to get a closer look.

     Jen's eyes popped open and she jumped off the bed.  She 
struggled to get dressed, but the pain in her side limited her
movement.

     A nurse scurried into the room and wrestled Jen back onto
her bed.

     "Let me go!" Jen screamed.  "They're coming for me, Fox!
You have to let me go!"

     The nurse injected Jen with a sedative and tucked her back
into bed before slinking out the door.

     "Samantha's waiting for you, Fox," Jen whispered as the 
sedative took its toll.  "When I'm gone, you have to find her."
Jen's eyes closed slowly, as if she was fighting in off.

     Scully hurried into the room and glanced at Jen.

     "I heard a chile screaming, and I immediately thought of
Jen."  Mulder grinned.

     "Skinner wants to talk to you," she told him and his face
fell.



EIGHT



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1.
FBI Headquarters
Washington DC
Tuesday, 3 p.m.


     Mulder stood at the doorway of his superiour's office.
Assistant Director Walter Skinner.

     "Come in, Agent Mulder," Skinner called from his desk.
Mulder crossed the room and stood in front of Skinner's desk.

     "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

     "Have a seat, Agent Mulder," Skinner told him coldly.
Mulder hesitantly sat in the chair in front of Skinner.

     "Your Uncle worked with the FBI, is that correct?"

     Mulder leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. 
"Yes."

     "And he had a daughter who is now seven or eight years
old?"

     "What are you getting at, Sir?"

     "I got a phone call from the brass upstairs.  They seem
to think that your cousin has stolen classified government
 materials."

     "How could she?"  Mulder asked with his voice rising. 
"Jen's only eight years old.  She wouldn't understand those
kinds of things."

      "I have my orders, Agent Mulder.  If she does have any 
such materials, you'll have to hand them over."  Mulder 
stormed over to the door and flung it open.

     "My cousin is laying in a hospital bed because someone 
shot her.  What next?  Are they going to take her too?"

     Mulder strode out the door and slammed it behind him 
before Skinner could reply.



2.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Tuesday, 5:27 p.m.


     Jen glanced at the clock on the night stand.  Where was
Fox?  She pulled open her journal and started reading.

March 24, 1996

     I've decided to transfer the date from the journals onto
a disk.  I've been adding to the disk daily--that is until my
father's accident yesterday.

     The day was blissfully war and sunny.  Something terrible
was about to happen--I could feel it.  Just before my father
left for work, I knew what was going to happen.  My father
would be killed in a car crash that very day.  I just couldn't
bring myself to say anything to him.  He never wanted me. He
never cared about me.  Why should I care about him?

     Scully was waiting outside Jen's room when Mulder came
 running down the hall. 

     "How is she?  Why aren't you with her?" he gasped.
     
      "Jen's fine.  She told me that you were coming and that
I should wait outside.  What did Skinner want?"

     "He accused Jen of stealing government materials."

     "What?"

     "Talk to Jen.  I have a few questions to ask her 
myself."  Scully followed Mulder into the room.

     "It's about time, Fox," Jen greeted him when he 
entered the room.

     Mulder sat in a chair next to Jen's bed and studied
her carefully.

     "I'm feeling better, Fox.  I heard your conversation
with Skinner easily.  The doctors are pleased with my test
results despite my recent actions.  I can leave tommarrow."

     Jen's emerald eyes locked onto his.  She tore her gaze
away from him to stare out the window.  "Scully," she 
commanded, "go to Mulder's apartment and feed his fish.  
Bring along my suitcase, which is under the couch, and the
disk that is attached to the bottom of the couch.  You'd
better stay here tonight, Fox."

     Scully left with a sigh.  Why was she taking orders 
from a kid?

     Jen's attention was returned to Mulder.

     "What was all that about?" he asked.

     "There's going to be a few unwanted guests from the
government at your apartment tonight.  They're looking 
for the disk."

     "What disk?" Jen remained silent.

     Mulder rolled his eyes, sighed, and asked, "You
know why Skinner wanted to see me?"

     "Of course.  I said that I heard your conversation,
didn't I?  Besides, I didn't steal anything.  I simply
overheard it.  It's amazing really."  Jen walked to the
window and leaned on the windowsill.  She watched the
cars whiz by on the street below and added thoughtfully,
"All those years that our government has been running, 
it's been adding, storing, and even destroying its 
secrets.  Each of our presidents had a secret.  Think 
about it, Fox.  I know every lie our government has ever
told.  Why wouldn't they want to stop me?" Jen turned 
around and faced Mulder.

     "They don't know what information I have.  They 
merely see me as a threat.  They have their suspictions.
That's why they want to take me.  Research.  I'm the next
step in the evolution of man.  A higher level of 
consciousness.  I'm going to the place that Samantha has
been.  To the place where many children are kept whose
parents work in the government and are starting to lose
faith.  They are the insurance.  Their parents can't tell
the truth without risking their children's lives.  That is
the fate that they are condemned to.  The pawns of a 
political chess game.  That's what Samantha was condemned 
to."

     Silent tears rolled down the sides of Mulder's face
"Why not me?" he demanded.  "Why Samantha? My name was
originally on that file.  They were going to take me."

     "It was your father's decision.  Your mother would 
have nothing to do with it," Jen replied quietly.  She
moved behind Mulder and draped her thin arms around his
neck.  "You were his first born," she whispered into
his ear. "His only son.  The apple of his eye.  A boy
with intelligence and an interest in the same path that
he had chosen.  He wanted you to follow in his footsteps,
but you have made your own path.  You've found your own 
destiny."

     "And what's yours?" he asked, turning his head. 
"A lab rat? Something to be studied?  You don't have a 
destiny!  They're taking it away from you."

     "You're wrong, Fox.  Helping you is my destiny.  I am
what will allow you to continue your work ion the X-Files.
The one that will allow you to see Samantha again.  Not just
one of the clones you met a short time ago.  Your flesh and
blood sister whom you only knew for a short time.  We have
a few days until I leave.  There is so much I want to tell
you.  If I can't it's all on the disk for you to find."




3.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Wednesday, 3:45 p.m.

     Jen limped into the apartment and scanned the 
distruction of the living room.  Mulder's desk drawers were
laying on the floor with its contents scattered throughout 
the room.  The end tables knocked over, lamps overturned,
everything in total disarray.  Only the aquarium stood 
untouched.

     Mulder appeared behind Jen with her suitcase in hand.
He only sighed at the jumbled state of his apartment.

     "Well, I was thinking of redecorating the place."

     With a wave of her hand, the papers on the floor slid
into the drawers thrown on the floor.

     "I should have had you here the last time they searched
my place, Jen," he said, ruffling her hair.

     She leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. 
She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly.
Jen laid her head on her knees, her tiny body wracked with 
the sobs.

      Mulder hurried to her side and knelt down to her 
level.  "Jen? Jen, what's wrong?  Are you okay?"  
Mulder put one hand on her shoulder and lifted her chin 
with his other one.  "Jen, please.  Tell me what's wrong."

     Jen's eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip began
to quiver slightly.  "I can't hide it anymore.  I can't 
keep it to myself."

     "What is it?"

     "I killed him.  I didn't tell him.  I just couldn't
tell him."

      "Slow down.  Who are you talking about?"

      "My father.  I knew it was going to happen, but I
didn't tell him.  If I would have told him, he wouldn't
have died.  I killed him,"  she cried and threw herself at
Mulder.  He sat down on the floor and gathered her in his 
arms.

     Jen cautiously raised her head and wiped the tears from
her face.  "This is our lucky day, Fox," Jen said, smiling
genuinely for the first time since she had come.  "Call Byers.
I need to talk to him."



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