EMXC 1st Year fanfic- October 1, 1994 thru October 1, 1995 Archived: 10/01/95 ============================================================== ***************************************************** This story is based on the characters created by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. Used without permission and no infringement is intended. The rest is my own product and can be distributed all over the net for all I care, just do not charge anything for it, if you do use this please email me what it was used in and please give me credit for the work. ***************************************************** Note: I'm not a doctor, I'm pretty stupid when it comes to medical things, so if I screw up, don't blame me...blame my mom...maybe without her horrible memory I could remember stuff from ER ;) As always, comments, suggestions, & flames are welcome... just remember, this is my first attempt at fanfic...if its any good, I'm sure its because I've been reading other peoples ::::big grin at Macspooky & XFScully & Sheryl Martin:::: A big thanks to my editor& friend.. Audrey...without her I would probably look like a complete fool :) The X-Files The Government Is Hiding Something..... By Kirsten Carroll (A ScullyXF@AOL.com) (½ 10/1/95) Part Two: In Over Their Heads The man reached forward and shook Mulder's hand. "I'm Supervisor Andrew Martin. I'm here to help you." "Thank you for coming. I appreciate your help in finding information." "It's no problem." "Well, I suppose you'd like to explain what's going on. Wouldn't you, Mulder?" Scully said, nudging him. "Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you about our new case. Here is the file. This one is the one we will be working on. Skinners orders," Mulder said, handing Scully a file. "Well, an Air force pilot in Reno has reported some strange goings on. Supervisor Martin is here to help us research, he can access files we can't." In silence, Mulder and Scully followed Supervisor Martin deeper into the recesses of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. They entered a dark room filled with dusty files and a computer. "You do realize I am taking a great risk helping you like this. These files are totally confidential. They've been put down here for a reason. You mustn't tell anyone of what you read or that I have helped you obtain it." "We understand." "Ill get you into the files on the computer and then leave you to research." Once Martin had left Mulder and Scully got to business. They researched for hours, yet everything was rather cryptic. "Mulder, I think I've found something." "What?" Mulder leaned over Scully at the computer. "This information is set in some sort of code. That must mean there is something in this file they don't want people finding out. But I have never seen anything like it." "That's because, few know of it. I only recognize it, now, because I've been running into it lately." "What do you mean? You've done other research?" "Scully, I found this case through my research. Its not a case I made up. I ran into it when I was looking through some files that were at the bottom of a stack. They date back to 1960. It seems that around that time there were strange occurrences in the Nevada Mountains. People were disappearing, strange beings were sighted. It had no explanation...Except for a tiny military base way off in the desert. Someone had suddenly stumbled upon it, no one knew where it came from, no one saw any evidence of something being built. There was a small town nearby, so they probably would have seen something. But, not a thing. They saw nothing at all. Until late in 1961 when a couple of people had heard about the base and decided to find out if it was real or not. What happened then, I didn't get around to, but these files are in this language for that reason, because they don't want people finding out about that base, which supposedly has grown to become quite large." "Mulder, how come you didn't say something about this sooner?" "I was waiting for further evidence. This language was made specifically for the government. No one knows how it came about, but it is a language." "So, how are we going to translate this?" "I found a translator. His name is Arthur McKinley. He used to work in the government, but he won't say specifically. I have a feeling, Scully, that this man is our key to finding out whatever's going on out there." "Is this the same base?" "No, but the things going on, supposedly, are exactly like the ones at the other." "So, when do we meet Arthur McKinley? If we plan on going to Reno, we might want to get this translated." "At 3:00 this afternoon. He's bringing a translation program for our computers." Supervisor Martin came rushing in. "You have to get out of here. They know you've accessed their files. Come on! Get out!" Scully ejected the disk she had been saving files on while Mulder grabbed a stack of files. They dashed out of the room, following Martin up and out of the lower floors. To reach their office they had to go up to the 2nd floor and then back down through the elevators to the basement office. The group, made up of Cancer Man and his associates had reached the file room to find them gone, along with many important files. "How did they find out?" Mulder asked as soon as they reached their office. "I may have used my own password, but they traced what files you were reading. I suppose they figured that I had no reason to be in them." "Damn it! That's just what we need! Now, this case is sunk. With Cancer Man and his goons." "Mulder..." "What, Scully?" "It won't help to get angry. We just have to go around them." "Stop it, Scully! You can be calm about these things. You haven't put your whole life into the X-Files. Well, I did! I can't be calm when my life is in this." "Mulder, stop it. What has gotten into you?" "Nothing. Nothing at all." Mulder stormed out of the office with Martin and Scully staring after him, bewildered. Martin glanced at Scully and left hurriedly with a nod of his head. ********************************************************** "They have the files." "Yes, I know that. Don't you think I know that?" "They'll be going to Reno soon. How can we prevent them?" "We can't. Skinner wont cooperate with us if we do. We'll just have to make sure they don't find out the truth....." ********************************************************** May 11,1995, 9:00 AM TWA Flight #570 Reno, Nevada "Come on, Scully, Wake up," Mulder said, shaking Scully awake. "Wha-huh?" "The plane just landed. Come on. We've got to get going." Mulder and Scully got their bags and a rental car and headed for Michael Shaws house. After doing more extensive research, Mulder and Scully still had not found anything important. But, after their argument things hadn't been quite the same. Mulder had closed up to her and Scully had been desperately trying to make amends. Mulder wouldn't listen to her. "Mulder, I think before we go in there, we should get something straight," Scully said, as they got out of their rental car in front of Michael Shaw's home. "Why, Scully?" "Because since Tuesday you haven't been the same. We're partners, Mulder. Now I know these circumstances we work under are frustrating, but you can't let them get to you. You have to separate yourself from your work." "I can't. Don't you see? I've put my life into this. If I don't succeed, what have I got to show for my life?" "You've done so much, you've dealt with so much. Someday it will pay off. Someday soon." Mulder took hold of Scullys hand and squeezed it as they walked towards the front door. Scully rang the bell and Mulder quickly let go of her hand. Scully knew in his own way, Mulder had apologized. She also knew he couldn't let that get in the way of the job. "Yes?" A small women asked, as they opened the door slightly. Mulder flashed her his badge. "We're with the Federal Bureau of Investigations. I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully. We've come to talk to Michael Shaw." "He-he's gone. He passed away yesterday," the small woman said, trying to hold back tears. "Are you Mrs. Shaw?" Scully asked, stepping forward. "Ye-yes." "Mrs. Shaw, I realize that this must be extremely hard for you, but would you mind answering some questions?" "No-no, but I doubt I'll be much help.." "May we come in?" "Certainly. But please be quiet, the baby is sleeping." Mrs. Shaw opened the door and let them inside. The house was small, but homey with cross-stich samplers on the walls and pictures of family pictures everywhere. "Mrs. Shaw, could you tell us about your husbands death?" "He-he was at the base and the-they said he was shot by a sniper." "I'm sorry about your husband," Scully said, sympathetically. "Mrs. Shaw, was anything strange going on before Mr. Shaws death?" Mulder asked, continuing with his questions. "Well, he would be taken away for days at a time. He wouldn't know anything about what happened. I-I thought he should go to a doctor, but he-he wouldn't... Mrs. Shaw said, sobbing. "I'm awfully sorry. Thank you for your time. You've been quite helpful. If we need more information would you be willing to talk to us again?" "Yes." Mrs. Shaw led them to the door and watched them go. "It must be awfully hard on her," Scully said, as they drove away. "I'm sure, but now our investigation is shot! I bet you anything Cancer Man had something to do with this!" "Mulder! Look out!" Scully cried as Mulder rammed into another car stopped in the middle of the road. Mulder and Scully were thrown forward, Scully thrust her hands forward to stop herself from slamming into the dashboard on impact. Mulder hit his head on the steering wheel. Scully turned to Mulder checked his pulse and got out of the crumpled car. She raced over to the other car and saw that no people were inside. Scully saw the damage to the front of the car and wondered how it could have caused so much damage if it had not been racing toward them. Sure Mulder was a fast and sometimes reckless driver, but no way could he have been going fast enough for this much damage if the car was standing still. Scully rushed back to Mulder when she heard him groan loudly. "Scully? What happened?" "You hit your head. Do you think you can stand up?" "Yes." Scully reached around him, unbuckling the seat belt and helping him swing his legs around. Mulder grabbed onto the door for support and with Scully's help he stood up. His knees soon gave out and he sat back down. All right. You stay there. I'm calling a tow truck. May 13, 1995 Sleepy Time Motel room # 146 12 noon "Mulder? You have to stay awake. You have a concussion. Come on," Scully said shaking him. "Scully?" "What, Mulder?" "What, um, what happened?" He asked, licking his lips. "You don't remember?" "I-I don't think so...." "The car? We crashed. You hit your head & have a concussion. You don't remember anything?" "Give me a minute." Scully realized he must be confused, but he did have a photographic memory. And that's what worried her the most. After calling the tow truck he had tried standing up again, but fainted. She had succeed in convincing the man who had come with the tow truck not to radio for an ambulance, but to help her get him into the hotel room. "Um, I think I remember." "Well, that's better than nothing...How do you feel?" "My head hurts & I want to go to sleep." "I figured & you cant." "I know, but I want to..." "Too bad. Now go take a shower. Since you won't be sleeping anytime soon we might as well try to see what information we can find on Michael Shaws death. Stillerman Military Base 1 PM "I'm sorry, Agent Mulder, you can't see the body without the family's permission." "Call Mrs. Shaw, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Go ahead, call her. Put her through *more* pain." "I'm sorry. I can't let you see the body. If you have a problem with that, take it up with General Phillips." Mulder & Scully turned away from the young officer and headed for the more helpful one that let them pass, even though he shouldn't have. "Roberts wouldn't let you through?" The young officer, Lerner, asked. "No. We've got to see General Phillips. Do you know where we can find him?" "His office, probably. Go down this hallway till you reach another one. Turn right & his is the fifth door on the left." "Thank you." Mulder & Scully walked hurriedly to the General's office, not saying a word the entire way. They entered the office & found he was in a meeting & wouldn't be out for awhile. Resigned to waiting, they passed the time by staring at the walls, not wanting to talk, for fear of what might be said that the secretary shouldn't know. Mulders cell phone rang. He took it out & beeped it on. "Mulder." Scully noticed Mulder's face shift from bored to alarmed. "What?...No...General Phillips office...No...Damn it! I won't give up that easy!" "Mulder? What's going on? Who is it?" "I won't take this crap! You can't do that to us! Do you hear me? You can't!" "Mulder?" "Fine. Tomorrow morning. No, tomorrow morning." Mulder beeped it off & put it back in his pocket. "What was that all about?" "It was Skinner. He's gonna shut us down. Well, I won't let him! I won't!" Mulder slammed his hand down on the arm of the chair. "Mulder. If he's shutting us down, what can we do about it?" "We're supposed to meet him tomorrow morning. In his office. In Washington." "So, it's over. That's it." "No, no its not. It can't be. I won't let it be! We have to fight it, Scully. We have to." Suddenly the door to General Phillip's office opened and group of men came out. They glanced at the two FBI agents and left. "General Phillip will see you now," the secretary said. Mulder and Scully entered the inner office and saw an older man sitting at a desk in the center of the room. Cancer Man sat in the corner, smoking a cigarette. "You! What are you doing here?" Mulder asked, directing the question to Cancer Man. Cancer Man smoked and said nothing. He seemed to study Mulder for a moment. "I'm sorry, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this base. Mulder threw one look at Cancer Man & Turned on his heel, walking hurriedly with Scully trying to catch up. Once he had reached the hallway leading outside, Mulder started to run. Scully had gotten outside, just in time to see him race around the side of the building, heading for what looked like an airplane hanger. Suddenly there was the sound of a gunshot and Scully raced for Mulder's fallen body. She saw the bullet had gone cleanly through his left leg, yet it bled entirely too much for a simple bullet wound. Before she could inspect further, Scully was pushed out of the way and a group of men with a stretcher took Mulder into the hanger. May 15, 1995 Stillerman Base 2PM He should be fine. Keep him off his leg for a couple of days. "All right." Scully slowly pulled away from the base & headed for the nearest exit. "So? What happened?" Scully asked, looking worriedly over at her partner. "They fixed my leg, told me to keep my mouth shut, & gave me back to you." "Sounds lovely." They sat quietly for a long time, Scully wondering if Mulder was catatonic. "I got in touch with Martin. He's been bugged and can't help us anymore. He put his job in jeopardy. He might lose it, even though he's tried to clear his name." "He knew what he was getting into when he started to help us. Everyone, Deep Throat, Mr. X, everyone who has ever tried to help us has put there job in jeopardy." Scully glanced over at her partner. Now things had gotten extremely strange. He was rarely like this. "So did you find out anything?" "No, after I got in touch with Martin, I tried to remember those Lone Gunmen, but I forgot how to get in touch." "Don't worry. Ill do it." They drove in silence to the hotel. ********************************************************** "Well, there is Tillerman." "Who?" "Tillerman. Well get in touch. Be at Martins Truck Stop at noon tomorrow. Tillerman'll be there. Fine." Mulder hung up & looked at Scully's quizzical expression. "Its settled. Martins Truck Stop, noon tomorrow. Now, I think Ill take a nap." "Mulder..." "Oh come on, Scully! Its been over 24 hours! I'm fine!" "That's not what I meant." "What did you mean?" "Skinner. We missed his meeting & he hasn't called." "I was wondering about that." "Don't worry about it. I'm sure Cancer Man told him everything." "How? Did you talk to him while you were in that base?" "No. I didn't. I didn't talk to anyone. They talked to me." "What? You wouldn't talk? Is that why you were looking so catatonic?" "I suppose. I've been in there two days, Scully! They kept me there. They could have let me go after the first day, but no, they had to keep me. They showed me.... They showed me what would happen, Mulders face showed only pain now, nothing of that stupor he had seemed to be in." "They showed you what would happen? To you?" "To us. What would happen if-if we let out what we know about this place. They think we know something. But do we? What do we know?" "I don't know, Mulder, I don't know." Mulder & Scully looked at each other for a few moments, not saying anything. "I think I'll go finish my report." Scully left, closing the door between their rooms gently. Scully opened her laptop that sat on a table near the window & began to type her report. Mulder turned over after staring at the door for awhile. She didn't need to know what had happened in that base. What Martin had had to do with it. What had been done to him. She didn't need to know. But Mulder knew she suspected something more had gone on, something more than he was telling her. He rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come. When the shots rang out neither Scully nor Mulder were prepared. Mulder jumped out of bed, grabbing his gun and running for the connecting door. Scully slammed down the laptop, ducking as glass from the window shattered. She dived for the floor just as Mulder rushed in. As more shots rang out, Mulder dived for the floor, a bullet barely missing his head. Scully pulled out her gun and slowly raised herself to her hands and knees. She crawled slowly to the window and saw a dark van speeding out of the parking lot. "They're gone" she said raising herself up off the floor. Mulder stood, still alert. That was close. "Anything out there?" "No. A van pulling away, nothing else." They heard yelling from outside and headed for the door. Standing outside was practically all the guests and they were all crowded around a body. "Excuse me. 'I'm a doctor. Please back away," Scully said, pushing her way through the crowd. When she reached the body she gasped. It was a young man. He had been shot through the head and looked oddly familiar. "Oh my God!" Mulder said, coming up behind her. "That's Michael Shaw." Scully looked up at him, alarmed and realized he was right. She'd seen pictures of him when they'd visited Mrs. Shaw. She reached down and felt his hand. "He's still warm." "Must have just killed him," Mulder said, looking around. "Did anyone see what happened?" There was murmured 'nos' & head shakes. Some people were going back to their rooms and the sound of a siren was heard in the distance. May 16, 1995 9 AM "Agent Mulder, I want to see you & Agent Scully in my office. ASAP." "But,-" "No buts, Mulder. You'll be on the next flight out of there. Understood?" "Yes, sir." There was a knock on the door as Mulder sat the phone back on the table. "Come in!" Scully opened the door, looking at Mulder expectantly. "We're going back to Washington on the next flight out. Skinner wants us in his office. That means no Tillerman. The next flight out is noon." "I know. Why does he have to do this?" "I don't know Mulder." "Scully?" "Yes?" "Would you be willing to risk your job?" "For this case? "Yes." "No. Not this case. Do you honestly think its worth it?" "Yes, yes it is." "Well, I can't and neither can you, Come on, pack your bags, Mulder. Lets go home." The End Or is it? Will Mulder sacrifice everything for the truth? Will Scully? If I get enough requests, Ill write a sequel. And remember..the truth *is* out there.....and the government cant hide it forever...