fan-fic
"The Island Talamasca"
PART III
by Renate Spohn
PART III
by Renate Spohn
4.
Apt. 23 W 43rd Street
Washington DC
Wednesday, 5 p.m.
A man with long blond hair knelt at the door of
the apartment. Painstakingly, he inserted a pick into
the doorknob while two other men stood by him as look-
outs. His dark, thick glasses slid down his nose, but
waited until he heard the satisfying click of the door
unlocking to punch them back up onto the bridge of his
nose.
He nodded to Byers, a man of average height, neat
beard, and dressed in a suit, who followed him into the
room. Frohike stood by the door.
The apartment was barren. Not a single piece of
furniture of any kind occupied it. Langly, the blonde
haired man, strode cautiously to the far wall and knelt
to examine the floor. Byers appeared behind him and ran
his hand over the wall's surface until he found a nearly
invisible crack in the paint. He followed it down to
the floor and pressed gently on the molding. A small
board in the floor dropped to revile a small compartment.
Langly slowly lowered his hand into the darkness of the
hole and removed a small manila envelope. He produced an
identical one from his jacked pocket and placed it into
the compartment.
Langly concealed the envelope in this jacket while
Byers closed the trap door, and the two left the apartment.
5.
Apt 42.
Alexandria, VA
Wednesday, 6:02 p.m.
Jen was waiting for them when Byers, Langly, and
Frohike came barreling down the hallway. They brushed
right past her and into the apartment. Jen nearly
knocked them over when she moved the table in the hallway
in front of them.
Mulder appeared at the doorway to the living room and
gave Jen a look. She grinned at him, shrugged, and pushed
Frohike out of her way so that she could get into the living
room.
Langly proudly produced the envelope from his jacket
and was handing it to Mulder when Jen snatched it out of
his hands.
"She's feisty!" Frohike said devilishly.
"Where's the lovely Miss Scully?"
"He's a gem," Jen told Mulder under her breath and
hid the envelope in her suitcase.
"So Jen, what's in it? Why the big secret?" Mulder
asked her playfully and grabbed her suitcase.
"No!" Jen screeched and shoved Mulder out of the
way. "Not yet! You're not ready yet!"
Byers, Langly, and Frohike exchanged a look and
bolted for the door.
6.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Wednesday, 10:30 p.m.
Mulder sat on his couch reading a case report while
eating sunflower seeds out of a bag on the coffee table.
Jen stood by the window and stared into the starless
night with a troubled look on her face.
She crossed the room to sit next to him and grabbed
a handful of seeds. Jen leaned against him, listening to
the beating of his heart. "Care for a game of Stratego?"
she asked and popped a seed into her mouth.
Images of playing Stratego with Samantha the night
she was taken flashed before his eyes. The horrific
realization of what was about to come hit him with brutal
force. "No, Jen," he whispered with tears welling up in his
eyes. "Not now. Come on," he told Jen and pulled her to her
feet. "I have to take you to Scully's apartment. You'll be
safe there."
Jen sat back down and shook her head. "I can't, Fox.
Nothing will stop them. If you take me to Scully's place,
they'll follow us there. Don't worry about me. I can take
care of myself. Don't let this discourage you. Continue
your work on the X-Files. Your life is meaningless without
them."
Tears ran down Mulder's face as he embraced Jen. "I
don't want to lose you."
The whole apartment began to shake, and the sunflower
seeds fell from Jen's hand. Mulder's door opened and a
blinding light spilled into the room. Mulder was forced
to release Jen and them was unable to move. His living
room window opened on its own. Red lights throbbed through
the windows. Jen's face turned white in terror as she was
lifted off the ground and carried towards the open window.
Mulder looked over to the door and saw the same silhouette
he had seen when Samantha was taken--an alien standing in
the doorway.
"No! It's not time! Help me Fox!" Jen screamed as
she disappeared out the window.
"Jen! Nooo!"
Silence. Total darkness.
NINE
1.
3170 W. 53 Rd. #35
Annapolis, MD
Wednesday, 11p.m.
Scully lounged on her couch, remote in hand. The phone
rang, and she lazily reached behind her head to grab it while
keeping her eyes locked onto the TV screen.
"Scully."
"She's gone, Scully."
"Mulder?" she asked, sitting up straight. "Who's gone?"
"They took her, Scully. They took Jen. The same ones
who took Samantha. It happened again."
"Where are you, Mulder?"
"My apartment."
"Stay right where you are. I'll be there in half an
hour."
2.
Apt 42
Alexandria, Va
Wednesday, 11:34 p.m.
Scully raced into Mulder's apartment to find him sitting
on the floor of his living room. "Mulder?" she asked
cautiously and sat beside him. "Are you okay?"
Mulder raised his head and Scully saw the tears that
stained his face. "Why?" he whispered. Scully laid her
hand sympathetically on his shoulder. "You know, Scully,
I could always put up with the laughing and the snickering
and the 'Spooky Mulder' jokes. Even when no one would
take me seriously, I knew what was real."
Mulder turned his head and stared out the window.
"But now I'm not so sure."
"Mulder, I thought that the only things that mattered
to you was working on the X-Files and finding your sister.
Now you're going to give it all up?"
Mulder lowered his head.
"You can't let them beat you! That's what they've
wanted all along, and you were always too stubborn to
give in. Who's going to stop them if you quit?"
Mulder looked at Scully and raised his eyebrows.
Scully smiled weakly.
"I can't take your place. Get some rest. You're
tired and you're in shock. I'll see you tommarrow,"
she told him and patted his back encouragingly. She
left him sitting on the floor staring out the window.
3.
Apt 42
Alexandria, VA
Thursday, 5:30 p.m.
Mulder sat on the floor of his living room and pulled
Jen's suitcase out from underneath his couch. Tears ran
freely down his cheeks, and his eyes were red from crying
and exhaustion.
He removed her red journal and ran his hand over its
smooth cover. Mulder skimmed over the pages filled with
childish handwriting until one caught his eye.
August 7, 1995
The mental block my father established is growing
stronger every day. I have yet to discover this secret,
but others are emerging. It's like he wants me to know]
these things. He knows what my powers are, even though
I never told him about them before.
He told me that he worked in the government years ago.
What he is doing is kept hidded behind that mental block,
but the secrets he is learning are not. I find it hard
to believe that he wants me to know these things, but
from his thoughts, that is exactly what he aims to do.
He doesn't agree with the way things are being run in
the government, and he wants me to know them. He
can't tell anyone else because he fears for my safety.
Mulder flipped ahead in Jen's journal to her last
entry.
April 6, 1996
Fox, by the time you read this, I'll be gone.
Don't blame yourself. There was nothing you could have
done. If you would like to speak to your old friend
Cancer Man, go to 425 S. Queen Street, Alexandria.
He'll be there for the next five days. On Monday
night at 10:30, go to Central Park in New York City.
Go alone and tell no one. Don't worry. She'll find you.
You can finally see Samantha again.
Mulder closed her journal and replaced it in her
suitcase. He wiped the tears off his face and ran a hand
through his hair. He sifted through her other belongings
until he came across the digital tape Krycek stole.
A few months ago, Mulder's ex-partner Alex Krycek
stole Mulder's copy of the M.J. documents--proof of the
government's knowledge in the existence of extraterrestrial
life. Unfortuately, it was also incripted in Navajo to
prevent its secrets from being found. Although Scully
had found someone to could decipher the tape, they have yet
to get their hands on a copy.
"Where did she get this?" he asked in disbelief. His
eyes widened as he realized what had happened. It must have
been in the envelope Byers, Langly, and Frohike had brought
Jen.
He hurried to his computer and popped the disk in. The
screen came up in English! Mulder gawked at the monitor.
Krycek must have gotten the files translated. He flipped
from screen to screen searching for something, but he
didn't know what. Mulder suddenly stopped looking. He
baked up one screen and forced his weary, bloodshot eyes to
read.
This unfortunate accident has turned into a
marvelous opportunity. Gregory Mulder's wife was taken by
mistake one year ago and small strands of alien DNA was added
to her newly formed zygote. Since such little DNA was added,
the child looks perfectly normal. There is no change
physically, however, mental capabilities my be altered. Tests
must be scheduled in order to monitor all changes caused by
the foreign DNA. In regards to Mrs. Mulder's health, such
things cannot be avoided.
4.
425 S Queen Street
Alexandria, VA
Thursday, 9 p.m.
Cancer Man lounged in an armchair with a pack of
Morely cigarettes by his side. He took a final drag off
his cigarette, then smashed it into the ashtray on his
right while staring out into the empty night.
He didn't even hear Mulder come in until he felt the
icy-cold barrel of Mulder's gun pressed against his temple.
He turned his head slightly so that he could see Mulder's
face.
"What did you do to her?" Mulder demanded while he
kept the gun trained on Cancer Man.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Mister Mulder,"
Cancer Man told him and reached for his cigarettes.
Mulder knocked the carton out of his hands and sneered,
"I think you do." He circled around Cancer Man and pointed
his gun directly in the center of his head.
5.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Friday, 8 a.m.
Mulder sat at his computer bleary-eyed while reading
over Jen's disk. He felt dizzy from lack of sleep. He
hadn't slept since Jen was taken two days ago. He was
sipping on an iced tea and gazing distractedly out the
window when the phone rang. "Mulder."
"Where did you go last night?" Scully asked concernedly.
"I went to see an old friend," he replied wryly.
Mulder glanced at the computer screen and was instantly
mesmerized by it.
"Mulder? Mulder, what's wrong?" Scully demanded when
Mulder fell silent.
"Nothing," he replied dully with his eyes glued to the
screen. "I'll talk to you later," he told her flatly and
hung up the phone.
"Mulder? Mulder!" Scully demanded, then reluctantly
hung up her phone.
Mulder scrolled down through the screen. On it was a
list of locations of salvaged UFO's and extraterrastrial
research centers. Most were in the U.S., some in Germany,
Russia, Japan, all of South America, and a dozen small
islands off the coast of California. The island Talamasca
was highlighted with the letters SM next to them.
Samantha Mulder?
He double clicked on it's name only to find that it
is now deserted. He pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes
tiredly. Now what was he going to do?
6.
Washington DC International Airport
Friday, 4:37 p.m.
Mulder was walking through the airport, suitcase in
hand and coat slung over his shoulder when his cellular
phone rang. "Mulder."
"Mulder, where are you?"
"Scully?"
"Mulder, Skinner's looking for you. He go your
resignation." Mulder rolled his eyes and stopped walking.
"How could you do that?" Scully demanded. "You told
me before that you were sure the truth about your sister
is in the X-Files. Why else did you fight so hard to have
Skinner reopen them?"
"Scully, we already talked about this," Mulder told
her tiredly.
"Mulder, you were in shock. You still are. You need
to rest. You..."
"You should get married, Scully. You already have
the nagging part down." He glanced at his watch. "Look,
I have to go, Scully. My flight is leaving."
"What flight? Mulder, come to my apartment.
We need to tal.." Scully's voice was cut off as Mulder
turned off his cel-phone and boarded his plane.
7.
FBI Headquarters
Friday, 6 p.m.
Scully knocked impatiently on Skinner's door. She
could barely wait to hear his muffled, "Come in," before
storming into his room.
Skinner raised his eyes from his papers for no
more than a moment before returning to them. "What is
it, Agent Scully? I'm very busy."
"Sir, you cannot accept Agent Mulder's resignation."
"And why is that?" he asked and leaned back in his
chair.
Scully stood up straighter and smooth her skirt before
beginning. "Agent Mulder is not thinking clearly. He has
not slept in three days, and he is still in shock from his
recent events. It's called emotional trauma. He blames
himself for what has happened--not only for what happened
a few days ago, but also for what happened years ago when
his sister was taken."
"Please tell Agent Mulder that I need to speak to
him immediately," Skinner told Scully and returned to his
papers.
"I wish I could speak to him too, Sir," Scully replied.
Skinner's head jerked up for his desk. "What
exactly does that mean, Agent Scully?"
"When I last spoke to him, he was boarding a flight,
but he wouldn't tell me where to. Agent Mulder has become
very reserved lately. It's been hard to get him to tell
me anything."
"I trust you will notify me if you speak to him
further."
"Is that all, Sir?"
"Yes, Agent Scully."
Scully nodded slightly and headed out the door. It
was so strange. The last time Mulder tried to quit, Skinner
wouldn't let him. Why would he now?
Cancer Man entered Skinner's office from a back room.
"Do you know where Agent Mulder is?" Skinner asked.
"I do now," he told Skinner and lit a cigerette.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Skinner
asked and waved his hand in front of his face to clear
the smoke.
"The matter will be corrected," Cancer Man replied
as he walked out the door.
Scully peered around a doorway and watched him leave
Skinner's office.
TEN
1.
Dracula's Daughter
San Francisco, CA
Friday, 6:29p.m.
Mulder walked into the crowded bar and edged way to
the counter. A bearded man with shaggy brown hair sat on
the last stool. When Mulder approached him, the man sized him
up and then returned to his beer.
"You must be the guy from the FBI I talked to,"
he told Mulder. "I'm Renquest. Tom Renquest."
"You told me that you could take me to the lsland?
Do you know how?"
"Oh, yeah. I've been to the island before. I've
taken doctors there many times."
"Can you take me there?" Mulder firmly demanded.
"You don't want to go there now. It's deserted.
Nobody' been there fo at least ten years."
"That's exactly why I'm going."
Renquest nodded and gulped down the rest of his
beer.
"How soon can we leave?" Mulder asked impatiently.
"Just as soon as we shake on a price."
2.
Pacific Ocean
Friday, 11:21 p.m.
Mulder stumbled into the bridge holding a bottle of
Dramamine. "How much longer?" Mulder asked, clutching his
stomach.
"Another hour. Maybe less."
"Once we get there, only you and I are going to take
a look around. Everyone else should be ready to leave
with a moment's notice." Mulder was interrupted by his
phone and turned away from Renquest. "Mulder."
"You've got trouble, Mulder."
"Scully? What's wrong?"
"I overheard Cancer Man talking to Skinner. He
says he knows where you are."
"Great. He can join the party. You want to come
too?"
"I'm serious, Mulder. Where are you?"
"On my way to a secret government research facility.
I think that's where thy took Samantha."
"And you expect them to just open up the doors for
you?"
"It's deserted now, but then again, I am the one
they were going to take."
"Let her go, Mulder. Stop running after Samantha."
Scully paused. "You're not taking this seriously. What
can you possibly expect to find there, Mulder?"
"The truth about my sister. Look Scully, we got
here sooner than I expected. I'll see you on Monday.
Maybe."
Their conversation ended with a sharp click.
"Mulder!" Scully whined and slammed down the phone
(This hanging up on her crap was getting a little
old).
ELEVEN
1.
Talamasca
Saturday, 12:21a.m.
Mulder and Renquest got into the government-issued
black sedan Mulder had found in a warehouse.
"Someone must be keeping these supplies up to date.
This care has gotten a new battery a month ago. Either
someone's going to start using this again soon," Mulder
said as he sped down the road, "or they never stopped
using it. Someone could be continuing their work without
the government's support."
"What's that?" Renquest asked in awe. A twenty story
building towered over them.
Mulder grabbed a flashlight and jumped out of the car.
Renquest scrambled out after Mulder and joined him at the
wide double doors at the end of the road. Mulder tentatively
pulled on a door's handle which swung open to revile a
continuation of the road that went through the building.
Mulder turned to Renquest and said, "I'd like to see
what's behind door number one, Monty."
2.
Mulder crept through the dark corridors with a flashlight and
gun poised to shoot while Renquest took the car through the
building to meet the rest of the road.
The gray corridors were barren and wide enough for a
small car to drive through. They connected the rooms in the
same manner as hospitals do, in fact, the entire facility
looked exactly like a hospital. Room after room was filled
with surgical equipment, sterilized and ready for use. The
only things missing were the computers to store information.
Also, there were only a few rooms for patients to stay in.
Mulder sighed and turned around. He didn't even know
what he was looking for.
3.
"There's an observation area one mile ahead on this
road," Renquest informed him when Mulder swung into the
passenger seat.
"Did you find anything?"
"Nothing. Every single room's empty," Renquest replied
as he took off down the road. "The only thing I did figure
out is that cars must have driving through the building
before, and I mean all the time. There was something wierd
going on there. Ah, there it is, Agent Mulder," Renquest
said, pointing to the building in the distance. "The
observation building."
Mulder glanced at his watch. "Stay out here and keep
the car running. If you see any boats or airplanes, blast
the horn." Mulder jumped out of the car, flashlight in hand.
He expecgted the doors to be open, but instead found
himself pulling on locked doors.
"There must be something in here worth protecting,"
Mulder said to himself and pulled out his gun. Three
shots later, he entered the building.
4.
Mulder was walking down the hall with gun at ready
when he saw a shadow along the far wall.
"Anybody home?" Mulder called out. A dark figure
dashed back an adjacent corridor and Mulder ran after it
shouting "Federal Officer! Hold it right there!"
He followed the shadow through a maze of corridors
and rooms. Mulder finally cornered it in an office huddled
against the far wall. "Who are you?" Mulder demanded,
keeping his gun trained on the figure.
"Please do not shoot!" he stammered. "My name is Robert
Sabin. I work here on the island."
"According to my records, this facility was shut down
ten years ago."
"I must continue my research. It will be lost if I
don't"
"Did you do your 'research on a woman named Samantha
Mulder?"
The man crept out of his hiding place. "When she
was here, she was very young."
"Did you use her for your tests?" Mulder screamed
and pointed his gun at the man's head.
"It was not me," he stuttered. "It was a man named
Baker. I can show you where she was kept."
Mulder nodded sharply and relaxed his hold on the
gun slightly. Sabin led the way with his hands in the
air.
5.
"This was her room," Sabin explained, pointing into
the deserted room. "It has not been used since she was
transfered. Our facilities were more than adequate, so
we had no need for her room."
Mulder followed him into the room and his hand
holding the gun dropped to his side.
"You are her brother," Sabin said, nodding his head.
"We were warned about you."
"I'm a popular guy," Mulder said sluggishly.
He walked slowly around the room, his hand running
over the sparse furniture until he came to a dead stop
at the bed. Trears welled up in his eyes as he stroked
the limp fabric of Samantha's nightgown--the same one
she had been wearing when she was taken. He carefully
folded it up and secured it inside his jacket.
Sabin shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. "Agent
Mulder, would you like to see her file?"
"Why are you still here? Why do you want to help me?
I thought that the government didn't like sharing its dirty
little secrets."
"I'm a threat in the government's eyes too, Agent
Mulder. Just as you are. I made it clear that I wanted
no part in the tests on humans. The things they did to
those poor people just wasn't right. So when the project
was shut down, I stayed on to continue my work."
"On extraterrestrials?"
"Think of all the things they've done to us."
Mulder dried his eyes on his jacket sleeve.
"Where's her file?"
6.
Renquest was standing next to the car when Mulder came
charging out of the building wit another man at his heels.
"Sorry we don't have time to chat, boys, but I want
to see the alien testing labs before the government comes
to give us the tour," Mulder said, sliding into the driver's
seat. Renquest and Sabin eyed eachother warily before
joining him in the car.
7.
"Agent Mulder, I think I see something," Renquest said
as they pulled up to the testing site. "What's that strange
noise?"
They climbed out of the car to stare at the two
growing shapes on the horizon.
"Oh no!" Sabin cried and made a mad dash for the building.
"Get in the car, Sabin," Mulder yelled over the growing
whir of the helicopters.
"Go without me!" was Sabin's muffled reply. "Hurry!"
Mulder glanced up at the growing helicopters and then
to the test site. A scowl crossed his face, then he and
Renquest dove into the car. As Mulder put the key into
the ignition, he heard the growing rumble of car engines.
Seconds later, twenty government jeeps roared after them.
Foot flat on the floor, Mulder raced back to the boat.
Renquest fumbled for his walkie-talkie and looked up
to see the helicopters descending upon them. "Team to base.
Prepare for immediate departure," he managed to yell before
it slipped out of his hands and out the open car window.
Renquest scream as Mulder jerked the car off the road to
avoid a high speed collision with the helicopters.
8.
Sabin rushed inside the testing facility and bolted the door
behind him. As he made his way through the maze of hallways,
he could already hear the army pounding on the door. He
squeezed into a room the size of a large closet filled with
television monitors. He flipped a switch on the closest one,
lighting the other four in the process. Images of the island
appeared and he searched each one for the FBI man.
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