The Truth is Out There--Scene 16 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! *********************************** The old man shuffled through the stack of papers on his desk. He signed various documents as he hunched over them for a better look. His office was large and extravagant; no penny had been spared in the choice of furniture, draperies, or accessories. There was a knock at the door. He sighed heavily, not wanting to be interrupted in his business. "What is it?" he snapped. The door creaked open to reveal a gentleman in pants and a collared shirt peering around it. "Sir, I know you told me not to disturb you..." "But you did so anyway" the old man interrupted and scowled at him. "A call came in for you from Mr. Hanson, should I route it to this room or ask him to call back?" "Send it through" he groaned. "I will" the servant replied and shut the door softly. Within moments the phone on his desk rang loudly, disturbing the tranquility of the room. "This better be good" the old man huffed into the phone. "Mulder and Scully are tucked in for the night. They went out to celebrate with some fans and ended up quite intoxicated." "Is that like them?" he old man asked as he fingered a loose thread on his sleeve. "When working for the Bureau he had a perchance..." "I know, I know," he cut him off "But lately?" "Sir, we have no Intel on them lately. I know from searching their credit card bills and banking transactions they do like to purchase wine and beer regularly, but, " he paused "no more than anyone else I'd say." "But they do drink?" "Yes." "So, they got drunk while she was visiting him for the weekend." "Yes sir." "Have you located the boy?" "We have Lutman profiling him right now." "Does he know about Mulder and Scully?" "We sent him the files, I'm sure he'll make the connection." "Is that it?" the old man grunted impatiently. "Yes, sir that's..." The old man hung up his phone with a loud bang before Hanson could finish his goodbye. He sat back in his chair and looked intently at his top desk drawer. Pulling himself up and groaning, he reached into the drawer and took out an old tattered black and white picture of him and William Mulder standing proudly with their arms around each other, a science lab behind them. He was so young in that picture, so innocent. The old man shook his head and sighed. He rubbed some dust off the surface of the picture and replaced it back in the drawer. He hunched forward and continued his paperwork. ****************************************** The end of Part 16