The Truth is Out There--Scene 85 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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Dr. Ervin settled into his feathery mattress.  He had called 
for the closure and movement of the facility in Kansas just 
over 40 minutes ago and he was feeling quite good about it.  
They would re-locate the lab to Alabama and continue the work 
there.  It would delay the operation slightly, but they had 
already been delayed by the Mulder child.  

"Bill," he mumbled to himself "your heirs certainly have 
your gonads." 

He rolled to the side and looked at the clock.  It was almost 
4am.  The FBI would be arriving by 6am to supervise the 
movement of the merchandise across the country.  Strickland 
was not pleased but frankly, he didn't give a shit.   It 
was Strickland's job to take orders and not question them; 
he was well paid for that.  At one time Dr. Ervin had been 
in his same shoes.  

"Duke, come and take a look at this" Bill Mulder called to 
him from across the lab.

"I'm trying to eat over here" he replied as he shoved another 
pickle into his mouth.

"Food can wait, but this..." Bill stopped talking and focused 
on his microscope.

Duke decided that whatever Bill had found would be worth 
the walk across the lab, if only to get him to stop 
bothering him while he ate.  

"Wahtcha got?" he asked strolling up beside him.

"You know that sample Dr. Moore asked us to look at?" he 
looked up expectantly.

"Yeah, the one that was manufactured from human cells," 
Duke clarified.

"It is a cell."

"What?"

"It's not manufactured," he said with emphasis "it is a 
cell."

"Let me see" Duke pushed his way toward the microscope.

"Look at the chains and the wall" Bill said excitedly 
from beside him.

"But it's not human," Duke said looking up at him.

"The question is: what the fuck is it?" Bill smiled 
at him.

Just then the door to the lab creaked open.

"Gentlemen" Dr. Moore said as he walked toward them.

"Dr. Moore," Bill said excitedly "I was just showing 
Duk...I mean Mr. Ervin something quite interesting about 
the cells you asked us to study, they are..."

"I know exactly what they are." Dr. Moore said with a 
hint of caution.

"No, sir, I don't think you understand..." Bill began 
again.

"I understand perfectly" Dr. Moore said as he took the 
cell from the microscope.

"Sir?" Duke asked.

"Can you work with these cells?" Dr. Moore asked "Can 
you learn more about them, about their structure, their 
purpose, and what destroys them?"

"Dr. Moore, what we have come across will change history, 
where did these cells come from?" Bill asked.

"We are not going to change history son, we are going 
to work with the future." Dr. Moore said as he put a 
hand on his shoulder.

Duke swallowed hard and made a decision that would 
affect the rest of his life "What do you want us to 
do?"

Dr. Ervin rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.  
That memory was very old, as was he.  He had gone on 
to get his Doctorate and study some of the greatest 
secrets of his lifetime.  Bill had decided to go with 
the Defense Department and all the cloak and dagger 
shit.  Bill knew in his heart, had he stayed with 
science Bill may still be alive today.  It was getting 
mixed up in all the MIB shit that got him questioning 
things more, and, eventually working against the 
system.  Things were simpler in a lab...cleaner, 
maybe.  His friend would hate what he had done to 
his son, what he would do to his grandson, but it 
was all for the sake of the project.  And, if 
nothing else, Bill knew Duke would never go against 
that.  

The old man sighed and drifted off to a peaceful rest.

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The end of part 85