The Truth is Out There--Scene 81 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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Their train was pulling up to the station in Kansas City and as 
people jostled for the exit door Franz waited patiently for 
Mallory to exit the washroom before disembarking.   It had been 
a long journey, and he was already tired.  Their work hadn't even 
begun, and all he wanted was a bed and about 8 hours of sleep.

"Ready?" she asked as she walked past him and grabbed her bag.

"Ready to go to bed," he grumbled.

"We'll get some coffee into you, and you'll be good as new" she 
smiled.

Franz resented her wakefulness and youthful vigor but admired 
her positive outlook.  He knew that the next few hours would 
reveal more secrets about his past, about his involvement in the 
'project' and, as much as he wanted this nightmare over with, 
part of him wanted to keep her in the dark a little longer.  
Until today, she had been his best friend, lover, and partner.  
After today, she would want nothing more to do with him.  That 
was a loss he wasn't quite ready to shoulder.

"Franz?" she looked at him questioningly.  "Are you in there?"

"Let's go" he huffed as he pointed to the door.

"We can't rent a car," she said as they walked down the stairs 
and onto the platform.

"I know we said a cab," he said quietly "but Mallory, that will 
take every last dime we have to get to Peabody and our 
accounts..."

"And your idea?"

"You are very good at what you do" he smirked at her.

"Yeah, but my genius with car locks could land our asses in jail 
if we get caught." She whispered as they walked along the 
platform.

"So, we won't get caught." He smiled and walked purposefully 
toward a side lot.

She chose 2001 Neon because it was easy to get into, and not 
something that would stand out on the road.  Franz stood next to 
her pretending to be searching for his keys as she popped the lock 
and opened the door.

"Voila!" he said as he handed her his set of house keys "you 
drive, my dear.

She popped the trunk open and he pretended to be looking through 
his baggage while she hotwired the car.  Mallory had said earlier 
that, in her experience, people are usually much more apt to look 
at those standing outside their car then those sitting inside 
their car.  Franz proved to be quite the distraction and he 
pulled out a cooler and snapped open a Coke.

The car started with a jolt and Franz re-loaded the cooler and 
hopped in the passenger seat.

"I knew you could do it" he smiled at her.

"You didn't bring me a Coke?" she asked.

"All that was left was Iced Tea, and I know how much you hate that 
crap."

"And you took the Coke?" she asked him, obviously pissed.

"I hate that crap too," he snickered as he handed her the can.

"So I get a half-drank Coke for all my hard work?" she asked while 
she held the can.

"No one said life was fair," he pontificated as he did up his seat 
belt.

When he turned he saw her with neck outstretched chugging from the 
can.  A bead of sweat rolled down her neck as her throat swallowed 
loudly again and again.  Franz found himself gulping back air in 
the very confining car, unable to take his eyes off her.  He 
couldn't get over how beautiful she was, how honest and loyal 
she was...

"What are you staring at?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"You" he answered truthfully.

"Franz, your making me nervous." She said eyeing him.

"Mallory," he said grasping her hand, cold and wet from the can, 
"whatever happens...I want you to know that I never planned to 
love you, but I do, and...I always will."

"Franz, I..."

 "Mallory" he interrupted, "Whatever you may think of me after 
today, know that my feelings are not fake and they never were."

He was greeted by silence and her penetrating eyes. Her brow 
furrowed and she seemed to be thinking.

"Now...you're really starting to make me nervous," she stammered 
after a few moments. "Franz I..."

A car door slammed nearby as a family was loading into a mini-
van.  The two agents quickly remembered that they were currently 
sitting in a stolen vehicle.  She threw the car into reverse and 
without another word backed out of the spot.  Driving through 
the parking lot he knew, they wouldn't ever speak of this 
again.

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The end of scene 81