The Truth is Out There--Scene 92 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! ********************************** Dana Scully walked confidently from the parked car toward the Kite facility. She fingered the ID tag in her pocket and wondered how she was going to pass for Dr. Adria Eppinger. The security personal would surely notice she didn't match the picture of an older woman with graying hair and a severe face. She looked around wondering if she'd given Mulder and Mallory enough time to get into the facility. They needed to blend with the moving crew, and she had no doubt Mulder would be able to get some evidence to shut down this facility. Even if she was caught and held, they would be so interested in interrogating her they may not notice the others in the facility. After as much time as she could bear, under, she was sure, torturous methods, she would profess that she was working alone and that Mulder had fled with William to Mexico. It would be believable and, she hoped, would give the others enough time to get evidence, if not the children. She walked toward the doorway and, before she opened it, thought of Mulder. She hoped he would stick to the agreement amongst the group: there would be no rescue missions of each other. Whoever was caught, whoever has hurt; the ultimate goal was to get information and patients out, not the security of each other. All injured people or captured people were to be left, without question. Dana Scully walked toward the security desk and noticed the guards occupied with something on the screen on the opposite desk. They were intently hitting buttons and looking through a manual. "Why are these protocols not working?" one guard asked in frustration. It was then that Scully heard a high pitched screech coming from a sound system within the building. An alarm was going off and they were trying to turn it off. "Wilson usually works here, but he's with the merchandise today. He'd know how to do this in a second" the other taller guard muttered as he covered his ears. Scully walked toward the far side of the desk and swiped her card. The faint beep barely registered over the high-pitched screech. The tall man looked at his screen and then looked at the back of the figure walking into the facility. "Thanks Dr. Eppinger" he said barely audibly. She walked swiftly through the hallway trying to distance herself from the front security desk as quickly as possible. If they would just stay focused on the alarm a little longer... "Uh, Dr. Eppinger" a man said as he reached for her shoulder. "Yes?" she asked confidently as she turned to face him. She pivoted to look at a shorter man standing before her. He was not the one monitoring the pictures on the screen that came up with ID. "I was told when you arrived, to instruct you the merchandise needs your immediate attention." "That's where I was going" she said as she noticed another scientist walk through the security clearance. She wanted to get away from the guard as quickly as possible before he called her Dr. Eppinger again. "Thank you, ma'am" he said as he retreated back to the desk. She walked swiftly through the labyrinth of halls and thought of the blueprint she needed to quickly memorize in the forest. Two long halls, a quick left and then on the right the entrance to C-Wing. She passed several scientists scurrying through the halls and no one seemed to take exception to her presence. Everyone was too concerned with packing up their equipment to notice a brown-haired woman in a lab coat walking through the halls like she belonged. At the entrance to C-Wing she swiped her ID card and the doors immediately opened for her. A guard posted outside doors didn't even give her a sideways glance. Dana Scully belonged to the medical establishment and it exuded from every pore in her body. The lab was vast and dark for the most part. Four patients were set up in each corner with their monitoring equipment beeping at different rates. The children, 3 boys and a girl, looked emaciated and grey. She was not sure how long they had each been kept at the facility but she was sure they had probably been drugged for most of their stay. Lab technicians and medical staff were hurriedly packing up equipment and research while still monitoring the patients. There was a palpable energy in the room as people shifted about anxiously trying to meet a deadline Scully was unaware of. She looked across to a side wall with an empty bed and found herself drawn to it. As she walked closer she saw a typed code attached to the bed and all the equipment set up to receive the new patient: WM0524200110222009. This was meant to be William's bed. They were going to place her boy here, in this hell-whole they called a lab, and treat him like a rat for god knows how many years. Scully felt her stomach lurch and her head start to spin. The reality of this bed, this equipment was too much for her. She grabbed hold of a stand and tried to calm her breathing down. Suddenly a machine across the room started to frantically beep, followed by another, then a third and a fourth. Doctor's ran to their patients and madly started to read the data and look for signs of shock. "His electrical impulses are off the chart" one doctor yelled. "So are his" another joined in. "Hers too." "What the fuck is going on?" the fourth doctor asked as the machines beeped in rapid fire. 'Go up to Wilson, he's next to me' a little girl's voice said in her head. Scully's neck snapped around to look at the little girl lying unconscious in a bed. 'Yeah, me' it said again. Scully walked to the little girl and watched as the beeping on all the machines started to go back to normal. She looked down at her shaved head, her pallid skin, the patches all over her body from skin grafts, the puncture wounds from tests and needles and cringed. 'He'll help you' she said softly. Scully looked toward the soldier stationed next to the little girl and didn't know what to do. "Dr. Peters?" he asked calmly. She turned to look behind her and he indicated with his eyes that he was speaking to her. "Dr. Peters, you dropped your ID badge" he said handing her a badge with her picture on it and the name Cordelia Peters underneath it. "Uh, thank you Wilson" she said calmly as she placed the badge around her neck. "Are we ready to move her?" he asked, not giving away his alliance. "Yes" she said softly. "Men, merchandise ready for transport" he barked. Three military officers walked toward the bed and with great efficiency gathered up all the equipment and started to roll the little girl from the room. Scully followed at their side and watched as the doors to the lab opened and closed behind her. She eyed Wilson but he didn't glance in her direction. ************************************* The end of chapter 92