The Truth is Out There--Scene 19 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! *********************************** Agent Franz Lutman entered the hotel room with two steaming cups of coffee and a cinnamon bun for each of them. He knew that Mallory, as much as she went on about healthy eating, had a weakness for cinnamon buns and he needed give his brain a 5 minute break. "That was quick" she said quietly as he crossed the room. "There's a coffee shop right around the corner. The whole time I had been exiting left from the parking lot, but today I exited right and Voila!" he said with enthusiasm. "You seem in a better mood. You got this kid figured out?" "I have some ideas" he teased "But first I have a cinnamon bun for you." He dramatically pulled the bun from the package and showed it to her. "You know my weakness" she smiled as she hopped off the bed lunging for it. "Sit for a minute" he motioned "I need to get my mind off the case for a second." "Okay" she said as she sat at the table "What do you want to talk about?" "Seen any good movies?" he asked. "Franz, you know the last time I went to see a movie was somewhere around 2004. Next topic." "Tell me about growing up, you don't talk about that a lot." "What, so you can add to your profile of me? No thank you." "Who says I have a profile of you?" he asked feigning hurt. "You can't help yourself" she smiled back at him. "Okay, you choose the subject" he said taking a bite of his bun. "Well..." she started "I know you went to Cornell and got your Masters at Harvard, but you talk about how you grew up so poor, was that all just BS to make you more intriguing?" "Was the Cornell, Harvard part bullshit?" "Not that, and you know it." "Ohhhh, the poor part?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "No, that was completely true. You know, my mother came to the US from Austria with me and my two older sisters when I was just 4 years old. My dad was dead and she worked as a cleaning lady just to make ends meet, but I've told you all this already." "Okay, how about something I don't know" she smiled and rubbed his arm. He smiled back at her "Something you don't know...okay, when people say they didn't have a pot to piss in..." "Yes" she encouraged. "Well, we literally pissed in a pot because my mom couldn't afford our water most of the year so it kept getting shut off." "You lived like that?" she asked "You've never said..." "Yeah, we did" he smiled "we didn't have any money but it was a good childhood. We went to school, we played in the streets, I had lots of friends..." "Things got better? I remember you talking about going to the movies a lot as a teenager." "When my sisters and I started working it did. We paid our bills, we could buy more food, and I worked a whole year delivering fish so I could buy my mom a used TV. We could only get the local stations because we couldn't afford cable" he laughed "but, it was good. And...we snuck into the movies most of the time, but don't tell my boss." She laughed "So I guess it was scholarships?" "Yeah, I went to school on scholarships, luckily my sisters and I were smart, we all had school paid for one way or another." "Must be nice" she said and Franz raised an eyebrow. "Oh, not to be poor," she corrected "but to not owe anyone anything. My parents remind me every time I go home how much they sacrificed for me to go to school. So, my mother didn't go to the spas as much, and my father drove a Volvo in stead of a BMW. Some sacrifice! It's like, if I disappoint them in any way, that's money down the drain. Money they could have spent on themself instead." "Yeah, it's nice not to owe anyone" Franz lowered his face to cover the lie. "I know you're mom's retired down in Texas, and Anna is still in New York, but I didn't know you had another sister." "She died" he said with his head still lowered. "I'm sorry Franz. You've never said" she said putting a hand on his knee. "It was a long time ago" he muttered under his breath. "I can see you miss her" Mallory offered. "Everyday" he answered straightening up to look at her "but that's not going to help us profile this boy. Let's get back to work." He rose from his chair to throw out their garbage. Mallory watched him linger over the garbage pail for just a moment too long. She knew he was switching his thoughts over from the personal, to the job at hand. She understood this man so well, and strangely, she loved him, but didn't feel she could share that with him. He was her opposite and he complimented her in every way. But she knew it could never work out, and, even though her mind kept telling her to stop the affair, she found herself unexplainably crawling into his bed quite regularly and thinking about his well-being. He was a complicated man, and Mallory knew that those complications would be what would eventually drive them apart. "Pass me his Psych Reports" he said as he walked back toward her. **************************** The End of Part 19