The Truth is Out There--Scene 101 from XF3
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB
Spoilers: IWTB
Summary:  The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have 
to pay a steep price for.

Author's Notes: 

Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way 
to start and storyline a third movie.  So, after much 
thought and deliberation I have a series of scenes that I 
have written for the third XF movie.  The scenes will not 
necessarily run right after each other but they are in 
sequence.  They are more like scenes I would like to see 
in the XF3 that develop character, tie loose ends, and add 
plot interest.  

I do not own the characters and I don't make any money from 
this.

Enjoy!

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True to her word, and despite her obvious grief, Mallory 
Suharta had contacted her uncle and started the process of 
exposing the truth.  The Honorable Rasheed Suharta had 
enlisted the help of the most trustworthy individuals to 
help guard and supply medical help to the patients.  After 
36 hours in the warehouse the patients were about to be 
transferred by Secret Service to a private medical facility 
in Washington DC where they could receive treatment and, 
hopefully be re-united with their families.  

Mulder sat at a makeshift table with John Doggett as they 
continued the slow process of cataloging the information 
that would put many behind bars.

"Mulder do you know the name Dr. Ervin?" Doggett asked as 
he held out a piece of paper.

"No" Mulder absentmindedly shook his head "should I?"

"He's the CEO of Kite Paramedical and according to these 
documents, one of the original scientists who started the 
experiments on the children."

"Not surprising, seeing as he is a doctor and it is his 
company."

"He's up to his eyeballs in this." Doggett said "and when 
NYPD went to arrest him he was gone."

"A man with that kind of money ad those connections probably 
was out of the country in a private jet before Mallory made 
it back here with the second van."

John nodded his head, "he also worked with your father."

"What?" Mulder asked, his head snapping up to greet 
Doggett's eyes.

"Here" Doggett said grimly as he passed a file to Mulder.

Mulder stood and starred at the file for several moments 
wondering if he wanted to open it and see what would make 
his dad even more of a monster.  He shuffled his feet and 
muttered 'thanks' as he walked toward the outside door.  

He nodded to a guard and walked past him out into the cool 
evening air.  Mulder noted that the sun was setting and that, 
despite his internal clock, it had seemed as though time stood 
still in the cavernous warehouse.  But out here, life was 
moving forward and they were going to have to move forward as 
well.  

He sat heavily against the side of the warehouse and noted 
the Secret Service vehicles watching him and the facility as 
they circled the perimeter.  Sighing he opened up the file.

He read document after document outlining his father and Dr. 
Ervin's original work with tissue samples, then the later 
involvement of someone named Henderson who took the project 
to a more advanced level suddenly and inexplicably.  At that 
point, his dad's involvement with the experiments had waned 
and he was no longer mentioned in the files.  

His father had been there, had done these experiments, just 
like Adria, he was a part of this house of horrors.  The 
dreadful place they were going to bring William to.  The 
lab where they would conduct painful experiments on his son 
for years until his body gave out.  The repulsively sterile 
environment where these children had been kept barely alive 
and, Scully wasn't even sure what type of 'life' was left 
in them.  

Mulder closed his eyes and let his head hang between his 
knees.  He was incredibly tired and worn, his mind couldn't 
even begin to comprehend why Bill Mulder's grandson would be 
targeted for these experiments.  Was it payback for leaving 
the experiments?  A cruel joke?  A terrible coincidence?  
A...

"Mulder?" her voice questioned softly from above.

"I'm coming back inside." He said through closed eyes and 
hung head.

He felt her slide down next to him and slip her hand across 
his back.  He could feel her hip set next to his and her chin 
tucking into the back of his shoulder.

"It's nice here, in the evening." She said quietly.

Mulder chuckled to himself.  Only Scully could say something 
like that, at a time like this and it still comes out as 
honest.

They sat for several minutes in silence while he contemplated 
his father and she studied him.  They hadn't spoken much or 
spent any time together since he kissed her outside the 
warehouse a lifetime ago.  

"I think I like the name Patrick." Mulder said with a cracked 
voice.

Scully's chin bobbed up and down on his shoulder as she 
spoke "So do I.  It's a good Irish name."

Mulder snickered at her mention of her heritage.  "It also 
doesn't have anything to do with my father."

"No, it doesn't." she said softly.  "We can talk with him, 
see what he..."

"He likes Patrick" Mulder said quietly "and so do I."

She paused for a few moments contemplating what Mulder was 
trying to do.  How he was trying to shed his past; his 
father's past, like a second skin.  He had lived in the shadow 
of his father's work and the ramifications of that work, for 
his entire life and, although he hated his father at times, 
he had never wanted to forget him.  After seeing how his 
father's work could have cost William his life, Mulder was 
now prepared to walk away.  Detaching William from his name 
was the first step to freedom from his past.  

"I can't wait to see him again" she sighed.

"After the transport and our testimonies..."

"It seems like a world away." 

"I know" he said finally raising his head and turning to 
look her in the eyes.

"Apparently AD Strickland is singing like a canary" she said 
as she broke contact with his eyes and looked over toward a 
convoy headed their way.  

He followed her line of sight and knew they needed to get 
moving.  

"That's why the South lost, ma'am." He said in his best 
southern drawl, attempting to imitate AD Strickland.

She laughed as he stood and pulled her to her feet.  

"You know if it wasn't for all these guards around, I would..." 
he started with a grin.

She leaned up and pulled him toward her kissing him softly 
and running her hands across his cheeks. Their bodies were 
melded to each other and he could feel her soft breasts pressed 
against him.  She pulled away and looked at his soft eyes. 

"I like an audience" she said with a devilish smile.

He smiled down at her and shook his head "you still keep me 
guessing" he whispered to her as he kissed her nose.

They pulled apart and walked hand in hand back through the 
doors and into the facility.  

Mulder threw the file he was holding onto the table and asked 
Doggett to file it under History.  Doggett met his knowing 
glance and took the file.  

Scully dropped his hand and walked toward the young girl whose 
machine was beeping madly and gave her another sedative.

"How much more can you take?" Scully muttered to herself.

'We'll be fine now' the young girl's voice said to her.

Scully looked toward the young girl with her eyes shut and tubes 
sticking out from her and waited for more but got nothing.  She 
stood next to the girl for several minutes studying her beautiful 
face.  Her skin was so thin you could see almost every vein.  
Her head was shaven but you could tell she had strawberry blonde 
color.  She was about William's age and should have her son's 
rosy cheeks and muscle tone.  Instead she had limp limbs and 
delicate bones.  

Just as Scully was about to turn away the voice came back to 
her.

'Stay with me' it said, frail and scared.

"I'm flying with the transport, sweetie" Scully said as she 
softly ran her hand over the girl's fuzzy head.

'I'm yours' the girl said quietly.

Scully's hand stopped its nurturing motion and her face froze.

'That's why you can hear me' the girl explained 'you're my 
mother.'

Scully audibly gasped and leaned in closer to the young girl.  
She fought tears coming to her eyes as she traced the girl's 
delicate Roman nose with her soft touch, her fine cheek bones 
and her full lips.  

"Oh, my god" Scully said softly.

She stood frozen for a moment unsure what to so or say.  Adria 
was adjusting a dosage on the patient next to her.

"Adria..." Scully stammered "I, uh, need to see her DNA files." 

Adria lifted her head from what she was doing and said nothing.  
She walked over to a box and pulled out a small file.  She moved 
efficiently over to Scully and handed it to her.

"You already know" she said, perceptively "but here's the 
evidence."

Scully took the file from her and looked at the woman, trying 
to size her up. From the time they had arrived at the facility 
she had been sterling in her care of the patients.  She was 
allowed to continue caring for them because no one shared her 
knowledge of their drug regimes.  Scully also sensed that Adria 
was hoping for leniency when she was finally taken into 
custody.  

"Are they all?" she stammered.

"The boys?" Adria asked looking around to the other beds "No, 
these boys are not yours.  Just, her."

"Is she...?"

"Mulder's?" Adria asked, anticipating her question. "Yes."

Adria walked away allowing the information to sink in.  

Scully turned to look at the little girl with the battered and 
bruised body in front of her.  The girl who had spent years in 
pain and agony.  The girl who was her daughter.  Emotion overcame 
her and she started to openly sob as she held onto the side of 
the bed.  Her cries were loud and filled with anguish.  Everyone 
in the facility stopped what they were doing and looked toward 
the pained sound.  Her knees gave out and she was about to hit 
the ground when two strong arms grabbed her from behind and held 
her tightly.  

Mulder lowered himself to the ground with her between his legs 
and she instinctively turned toward his chest and cried into 
his shirt.

"Scully?" he asked as he tried to look at her face hidden under 
her brown hair.

Her sobs raked over her entire body as he held her and rocked 
her back and forth.

"Shhhh" he said softly "It's okay, you're tired and..."

"She's ours" Scully cried from somewhere deep inside "She's 
ours Mulder, and they did this to her!"

"What?" he asked, unsure of what he had heard.

"She's ours" Scully muttered softly. "'Mulder, she's our 
daughter."


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The end of chapter 101