fan-fic
"The Island Talamasca"

THE CONCLUSION

by Renate Spohn

9.


     Mulder forced the car back on the road once he had 
cleared the helicopters.  As they resumed their original
break-neck speed, they heard tires screeching and the 
crunch of metal behind them.

     "That ought to buy us some time," Mulder observed 
and smiled.  That smile quickly faded when the car's
speed deminished rapidly.

     "What's wrong?"

     Mulder shifted the car into another gear and stomped
on the gas pedal.  He checked gas--empty.  Mulder jerked 
the car over to the side of the road, flung open the door,
and jumped out of the car.  He screamed in frustration and
pounded on the hood.  Renquest hopped out of the car
nervously.

  "What's wrong?"  he called when Mulder started running 
down the road.

    "We're out of gas!"

     Renquest swore under his breath and took off after
Mulder.

    A bullet whizzed by Mulder's ear.  He looked over his
shoulder to see about fifteen uniformed men coming after
them.  "Looks like we've got company," Mulder called to 
Renquest and redoubled his efforts.



10.



     Sabin sat uneasily watching Mulder and Renquest run 
for the boat with his hand on the trigger button.  He
knew the explosives he's rigged on the island would come
in handy some day.  Mulder and Renquest were almsot to the
boat when he heard voices outside his door.



11.


    Mulder and Renquest were only a few yards from the 
boat.

     "Pull up anchor!  Start all engines! Prepare to leave
as soon as we're on board!" Renquest screamed breathlessly.


12.


    Sabin let out the breath he had been holding as Mulder
and Renquest boarded the boat.

     The pounding on his door grew louder and he heard it
beginning to splinter.

     The boat was leaving the dock and the army was beginning
to fire on them from it.  As far as he could tell, the boat
still only sustained minimal damages.

     As the door came crashing down, Sabin slapped the button.



13.



     Mulder pressed himself against the side of the boat as
bullets flew in every direction.  "Get us out of here!" He
screamed into the noise.

     Mulder peered around a corner towards the dock and
a bullet grazed his forehead.  Swearing in frustration, he
grabbed his gun and swung around the corner, ready to shoot 
at anything that moved.

     A series of explosions went off all over the island.
Another went off at the dock.  The blast pushed the boat
further out into sea, rocker the boat violently and knocking
Mulder off his feet.  Half the dock fell into the water, the
rest comsumed in flames.  Black smoke circled up to the 
sky.

     Mulder stood up shakily on the deck.  His gun dropped
to the floor, watching defeatedly as the research center in
the distance was engulfed by flames and crumbled to the 
ground.



TWELVE




1.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Sunday, 3:08p.m.


     Mulder stumbled sluggishly into his apartment and 
dropped onto his couch.  He quickly fell asleep with 
Samantha's nightgown clasped over his chest.




     Mulder found himself in a dark corridor.  He pulled
out his gun and crept by the room after empty room with 
bolted doors and one-way glass observation windows.

    "Fox!  Help us," came Jen's shrill cry echoing down
the deserted hallways.

     He ran after the sound and found Jen and Samantha 
huddled together in the middle of an empty room.

     Their features were horribly distorted--their heads
enlarged, eyes huge darkened sockets.  They were terribly
thin and frail, clinging to one another with paralyzing 
desperation.

     "What did they do to us?"  Jen screeched, her voice
sharp and pinched.  The horrifying agony in her voice 
made Mulder wince in pain.

     A hand clapped onto his shoulder and cigarette smoke
blew across his face.

     "Why?" Jen moaned in agony.

     "Why?"



     Mulder awoke with a start.  There was a noise coming
from his door.  A key was inserted into the lock and turned
with a sharp click.  Still groggy from his lack of sleep,
Mulder fumbled for his gun.

     He sat in his darkened living room with his gun trained
on the door as it slowly opened.  The figure walked into the
living room and turned on the light.

  Seeing the gun trained on her head, Scully jumped back and
gasped, "Mulder, it's me!"

     Mulder lowered his arm and his hands dropped the gun.
He leaned back in his couch and closed his eyes.

     Scully looked around at the distruction of his living
room.  Papers cluttered the floor and disks were scattered
over the top of Muldler's desk.  Jen's suitcase was opened
on the floor and her clothes lay in a pile on a pile.  His
desk drawers were left open and the monitor to his computer
was laying on its side.  "What happened here?"

     Mulder looked around the room.  "Oh.  I guess I didn't
notice," he mumbled.

   "Are you all right?  What happened to you?" Scully asked
when she saw  the gash in his forehead.

  "Yeah, I'm fine," Mulder assured her, touching the wound.
He winced.

   Her foot hit something and she bent to pick it up.
"What's this?" she asked, holding up Samantha's nightgown.

  "The proof I needed.  The proof that it wasn't aliens
that abducted my sister."

     "What do you mean?"

     "The biggest conspiracy in the history of our 
government."

     "What are you talking about, Mulder?"  Scully asked 
and sat next to him.  "Did this belong to your sister?"

     Mulder nodded his head weakly.  "That's what she 
was wearing when she was taken."

     "What happened to you? What did you find?"

     "The truth--the truth about my sister's disappearance.
And the truth about your disappearance."

     "What happened to me?"

     Mulder shook his head and took Samantha's nightgown 
from Scully.

     "Mulder!"  she cried, her voice pleading and desperate.
"I need to know.  Please.  What did they do to me?"

     He sat back in the couch and closed his eyes.  He
struggled to recall the files he had seen--so many files.
Mulder began to recite her file with his eyes closed.
"Thy put an implant in Duane Barry which made him abduct you
and take you to Skyland Mountain.  They took you from there,
people from our government, with stolen UFO technology.  You
were taken to another one of their research facilities for
the tests.  Blood and tissue samples were taken, explaining
the file we found in the vaults, and you were given a heavy
sedative.  They kept you in a room identical to the one
they kept Samantha in and injected you on a drug that 
temporarily erased your memories."

     Scully sat listening to him with tears rolling down
her face.  She could remember.

     There was a room.  Completely white and I was sitting
in it staring at a wall.  I can't remember who I am or
what I'm doing there.  I can hear screams, blood curdling
screams and a child crying--crying out a name I can't quite
hear..."Fox?...Fox!...Help!...Fox!...Help me, Fox!"


     Mulder's eyes popped open and looked at Scully's face.
There was fear in her eyes.  "Scully, what's wrong?"

     "I can remember a white room."  Mulder moved closer
to her and held her hand.  "I'm sitting in a room hearing
screams and someone calling your name.  She was calling,
"Fox," over and over again.  She was calling out for your
help so desperately, and then it was gone."

     A lump grew in Mulder's throat.  He swallowed several
times in a vain attempt to clear it.  "Samantha?"  he
asked hoarsely.

     Scully shook her head slowly.  "It was a child.  A
young child."

      "It was Samantha."

     "Mulder.  It wasn't her.  My abduction happened a little
over a year ago. It couldn't be her."

     "What was she calling?  What exactly was she calling?"
Mulder persisted.

     Scully closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying
to summon the white room.  A voice grew louder, filling her
mind with agonizing screams of pain and torment. "Fox,"
she whispered, echoing the voice in her head.  "Fox...Help!
...Help me Fox!"

     Scully tore herself form the memories and looked at 
Mulder's face.  He looked as if her was in agonizing pain.
"Mulder, what's wrong?"

     "Those were Samantha's exact words when she was taken.
It had to be her."



2.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 12:23 a.m.



     Mulder tossed and turned in his hed.  He couldn't get
that one horrible night out of his mind.



     He awoke in his old bedroom.  He looked to his left and
saw his sister, Samantha, asleep in her bed.  Before he
could get up, light filled the room.  She sat up in bed and
looked at him, who was unable to move, unable to save her.
She screamed at she was lifted into the air and carried into 
the waiting arms of Cancer Man.

     The room spen and suddenly, he was sitting in the 
living room with Samantha playing Stratego.  He had
just rolled the dice when the brilliant light filled the
room.  He was pinned against the sofa and watched his sister
being carried out into the night.  Suddenly, he was alone 
in the room, and his sister was missing.




3.
Apt. 42
Alexandria, VA
Monday, 8:08 a.m.

     The phone rang on Mulder's bedside table and he 
turned on  his light.  He squinted his eyes in the light
and groped blindly for his phone.  "Mulder," he croaked.

     "Are you okay, Mulder?" Scully asked.

     "Yeah, I'm fine," he told her as he sat up in bed
and rubbed his eyes.  "Just haven't been sleeping."

     "You better get up here, Mulder.  Skinner's screaming
to see you.  He wants you here in half an hour."

     "Sorry Scully, today doesn't work for me.
How does tommorrow sound?"

     "We're talking about your job here, Mulder, which
probably isn't much of a threat to you at his point. I
think you still have a shot at keeping your job if you
get up here right now."

     "Sorry Scully, I have a date with my sister."

     "I'm not going to ask you if you said what I think
you just said because I know that's what you just said."

     Mulder glanced at his watched.  "Look Scully, I'm
going to have to talk to you tommorrow.  I've got a 
couple of stops to make before I see her."

     "Listen to yourself, Mulder.  Please, come up here
while you've still got a..."

     Mulder threw down his phone and jumped out of bed.





THIRTEEN





1.
The Office of The Lone Gunmen
Washington DC
Monday, 9:31 a.m.


     "What do you guys know about the government owned
island Talamasca?"  Mulder asked Byers, Langly, and Frohike.

      "Wasn't that the one that was blown up Saturday?"
Langly asked.

     "Yeah."

     "We hadn't heard much about it until it blew up,"
Byers told him.  We thought it had been decommissioned in
'86."

     "That's want the government thought too.  A man named
Robert Sabin hand been staying on to continue his work 
without permission," Mulder informed them.

     "The guy that did the tests on humans?" Langly asked.

     "No, the guy who did the tests on aliens," Mulder 
replied.  "I met him just before the island exploded."

     Langly slid into a chair at his computer and began
typing furiously.  Mulder hovered over his shoulder, leaning
on the desk as he watched him work.

    "Bingo!"  Langly exclaimed.

     "Robert Sabin, assigned to the Laudermilch project in
1969," Byers read off the screen.

     "Seems he had his differences with the other members
of the project staff," Langly observed.

     "He told me that he didn't think the tests on humans
were morally right," Mulder noted.

     "According to this, that's what got him kicked off
the project," Langly told him.

     "Is there anything here on the tests they did or the
people they brought there?"

     Langly's fingers pounded on the keyboard.  "There's 
nothing here..I can't get access."

    "Thanks, guys," Mulder said, grabbing his coat. "I'd
better get going."

     Langly continued typing furiously, his eyes glued to
the screen.

     "You sure?" Frohike asked.  "I just got some new 
satellite transmissions.  Pretty freaky stuff."

     Langly hit the computer monitor in frustration and
turned away from the screen.  Obviously he couldn't 
find anything.

     "Maybe some other time," Mulder called as he ran out
the door.

    "Wierdness," Langly observed, watching the door slam
shut.



2.
Central Park
Monday, 10:37 p.m.



     Mulder paced back and forth underneath the street
lights with his hands jammed in his pockets and his eyes
darting back and forth anxiously.  He checked his watch
consistently, the impatience to see his sister growing
steadlily stronger.

     He turned around and saw a dark figure hovering by
the tree line.  He walked towards it slowly, scarcely 
daring to breathe.

     A pale woman of thirty approached Mulder and stood
before him.  She gently removed her hood to free her
unruly mass of thick brown hair.  Mulder stared at her
blankly, not allowing himself to believe his own eyes.

     "Hello, Fox.  It's good to see you again."

    "Hello, Samantha."  Mulder replied coolly and motioned
to sit on a bench.

     "You've met the clones, haven't you?"

     Mulder responded with silence, staring blankly at her
face.

     "I don't blame you," she said gently, taking his
hand.  "You're cautious after what happened last time.
I can only assure you that I am your sister."

     Mulder looked up into her eyes.  Those unsuspecting,
innocent eyes that he knew so well--his sister's eyes.

     "My other family has been keeping an eye on you.
They tell me what you've done, where you've gone, and
most importantly, what you've learned."

     "Your other family?"

     "My adopted parents.  The aliens I was raised by
and grew up with after I was taken.  They rescued me from
where the government was keeping me and brought me here so
I could talk to you, but I haven't much time."

     "What is it you need to tell me?"

     "I've seen our cousin."

     Mulder entire body slumped.  Tears came to his eyes.
"When? Is, is she all right?..."

     "It was years ago.  Right after she was born."

     "My partner--Scully.  She remembers someone calling
my name when she was taken..." Mulder's voice trailed off when
he saw Samantha shaking her head.  "no."

   "She was in a different facility than me," Samantha told
him quietly.

     "Then who?...Jen.  It was Jen.  How many times did 
they take her?"

     "I don't know."

     They sat in silence together, reminiscing the old days
when they were young.

     "Why are you quitting, Fox?"

     Mulder turned to look at his sister.  "Is that why you
came?"

     Samantha nodded.

     "There's no meaning anymore.  My work on the X-Files
never helped me find you or the truth.  That's when I 
realized something about the truth--it doesn't exist."

    "I know that patience isn't one of your virtues, Fox,"
Samantha told and he grinned sheepishly.  "It 
never was.  But take my advice.  Don't give up on the 
X-Files.  There's more truth there than you could ever 
imagine."

     Mulder had just opened his mouth to speak when a bright
light surrounded them.

    "I have to go, Fox," Samantha told him, easing to her
feet and glancing up at the sky.  "The bounty hunter has
found  me again."

     "Don't go," Mulder whispered, tears running down his
face as he embraced his sister.  "You can't disappear on
me again."

     "I'll come back.  I promise.  And I'll bring Jen."

     Samantha drifted away from Mulder with tears 
pouring down her face...and then she was gone.




FOURTEEN




1.
FBI Headquarters
June 2, 8:30 a.m.



    Mulder entered his office and removed the plastic that
had been covering his desk for the past month.


     Assistant Director Skinner has once again found my
resignation unacceptable, and I am back to work on the
X-Files.  My meeting with my sister has rekindled my faith
in the truth, whatever it may be.


     Uncovering his filing cabinets, Mulder pulled open
a drawer add added a new X-File to his collection of the
strange and the unknown.


     The investigation into the abduction and disappearance
of Jennifer Marie Mulder has been discontinued and officially
classified as X-File X33751.


     Mulder closed the drawer distractedly and strode out of
his office, closing the door behind him.


   There is no way I can deny or confirm any information
given to me by my sister Samantha during our recent 
meeting.  I want to believe what she told me.  While I
am certian that this case will remain an X-File, the 
uncertainty that I will ever see my cousin again is gone.


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