TITLE: After The X Files 
AUTHOR: RevlonVara Vierra
EMAIL: rvierra@hotmail.com
RATING: R
CLASSIFICATION: A R
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully/Angst/Romance
SPOILERS: Every Season.
SUMMARY: It's been five years since the X Files closed, the truth
exposed, and Mulder and Scully went to pursue a life together. But did
it all work out as planned? Where are the two most infamous people in
World History today? These are the questions journalist Eve Verico is
trying to answer only to reveal shocking truths about herself, her
faith, and the concept of life.
Written in Eve's Perspective.

DISCLAIMER: Any character that is owned by Fox is owned by Fox, Chris
Carter, and 1013 Productions. I do not mean any harm.
Any other character is mine and Chris, you can use 'em if you want...As
long as I see my name in the credits.


DEDICATION:  To MD for all the trouble we`ve caused and all the sticky
situations we`ve managed to get out of. I`ll always be there when ya
need me :)
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AFTER THE X FILES
By: RevlonVara Vierra
rvierra@hotmail.com

SEPTEMBER 1st. 2005

	I was intrigued. Okay, I mean I was far beyond intrigued. 2 People, two
ordinary people went in search of a truth and changed world history. How
about that for a pet project!
 Fox Mulder and Dana Scully *must* have thought about this before hand,
but apparently they didn't. They never saw themselves cultural and
historical icons. UFO buffs worshipping them, certain Government
officials hating them. Nope, they didn't see that.
 That's probably what's lead me to where I am.
 Since the truth of Alien existence was proven by these two FBI Agents,
countless stories have been published about them, TV reports...no one
*real* conclusive though.
 So I graduate from college, get a job and my boss decides that for my
first job he wants me to investigate these two people -  get into their
lives, their past. Where are they? Don't ask me...It seems that these
two live some sort of normal existence because you can't pick up a
tabloid and hope for a location. 5 years have passed and Cher getting
liposuction on her drooping ass, Madonna having her third child and
Michael Jackson divorcing his third wife, now that's what's important.
Typical of our culture.
 So here I am, one month and counting before I have to turn in
something, edit it and prepare it for the November Sweeps so that the
network I work for, Fox, would actually get some ratings. So I get to
run around with a camera and notepad. How fun!
 (Yeah I know, sarcasm will kill me)

	
	"No Scott I am not getting anywhere." I confessed to my producer into
the phone from my D.C Hotel room, staring out at the rain. "I just got
this Scott...Three days ago. It takes me awhile to get arranged."
  "That's not what Steu will like to here." Scott told me.
  "Yeah well that's our little secret. Lets not tell him." I smiled.
  "So what's the first thing you're going to do tomorrow?" Scott asked.
  "First I'm sending that pipe bomb to your office for sending me East.
It is so fucking...dark in the East. Where's the sun?"
 I heard Scott laughing on the other end. "In the West."
That comment cracked him up even more.
  "You're so fucking funny." I cursed, taking a drag of my cigarette.
"Did you know that they're predicting three days of rain over here?"
 After a few more moments of laughing Scott I guess decided to turn
serious. "Okay, what are you doing tomorrow?"
  "I have got to find out where Fox Mulder and Dana Katherine Mulder are
living."
  "Good Plan Sherlock. Then?"
  "Then..." I thought, then smiled. "So I don't have to come back to the
East I'll interview everyone from their past. Relatives...People at the
FBI...People. Find out what their past was like. Maybe stop by their
former office."
  "Sounds good."
 I smiled again, satisfied that Scott was happy and hung up the phone.

SEPTEMBER 2cd.

	My attempts to find the location of Dana Katherine Scully - Mulder and
Fox William Mulder were in vain. Well...They weren't in the U.S..Or they
could be. I gave up, I wasn't going to debate politics with
people...crazy people in the government so I dialed a friend.
  "Clint?" I asked when a barely audible voice came on the phone.
  "Yea, yea. What can I do for you?" He asked.
 I took in a deep breath. "Clint, you know how I covered your ass with
the police when you were questioned in that murder investigation -"
 I knew I had caught his attention.
  "You need a favor." Came the blunt response.
  "Bet your ass. I need an address."
  "Okay. Who?"
  "Get pen and paper and right this down, it's important."
  "I can remember." He grumbled.
  "And I know that premeditated murder - isn't that life in prison?"
  "I didn't kill her man!"
 I rolled my eyes. "And am I fucking angel. Got paper and a pen?"
  "Yeah, yeah." Came the grumpy voice.
  "I need the address of Dana Katherine Scully - Mulder, I don't know if
she goes by Mulder or just Scully her husband, Fox Mulder. I need their
address. They're somewhere in this world and I need to know by tonight.
Or else, got it?"
  "Loud and clear."
 I hung up the phone and smiled mischievously. I think this will
actually work. Watch out Barbara Walters...I'm about to show you what
*real* journalism is.
 
	Okay, so I'm evil. I use threats, I bribe...I'm as sleazy as a tabloid
journalist but just imagine the complete story of Fox Mulder and Dana
Katherine Scully, conclusive and true, no holes, no fillings. Straight
up and honest.
 Talk about ratings, people couldn't get enough of these two when they
were in the press and lies were being spread...Imagine the amount of
people who would watch the truth.
 I may be cold, I may be vindictive, but at least I'll be known. What
I'm sitting on is a gold mine just waiting to explode. This story wasn't
a curse...It was the best blessing in disguise.

	I had made plans to talk to an FBI Agent who went to Quantico with
'Spooky' Mulder.
 His name was Craig Lattermer, he worked in VCS and...well pretty well
seemed like an average Joe.
  "Hi. Thanks for meeting with me." I told him as I stepped into his
house, my massive video camera at my side.
  "No problem." He smiled at me. "Anything to help...So, you're doing a
biography on Agents Mulder and Scully. Interesting."
 I smiled at him shyly, as I put my equipment down, taking off my
jacket. "Why do you say?"
  "I mean I know people are dying to know about them."
  "And hopefully you can help me?" I asked hopeful.
  "I know a *vast* deal about Agent Mulder in the Academy and on
up...Agent Scully I knew little about...But I could give you the name of
a few people who *would* know her."
  "That's great, thanks." I said. "Where do you want to sit? I have to
set up the camera."
  "Uh, I'll sit on my chair." He said, tilting his head towards the
comfy Lazy Boy in the corner.
  "Whatever suits you." I replied, setting the camera up and sitting on
the coffee table behind it. I looked into the camera and made sure it
was focused.
  "Okay...How did you meet Fox Mulder?" I asked.
  "Well.." He started, taking in a deep breath. "We went to Quantico,
the FBI training Academy together. He ended up with the nickname Spooky
Mulder."
  "Ah...Why was he given that nickname?"
  "Well he was weird - I mean at the time. He was brilliant and well
educated, had just got out of Oxford but he talked about Aliens and
stuff like that. Everything had some paranormal aurora to it. I do deep
down regret being one of the guys that taunted him...He knows that
though. I told him. I guess I never saw him as a real person until one
day when..."
 I picked up on something. "Why did you apologize? What showed you that
he was human?"
  "I was at the park one day." 
Craig started to get emotional and I didn't have a clue why he was being
so melodramatic until -
  "He was playing with his daughter in the park."
  "Wh - What?" I stuttered. 'Fox Mulder has a daughter? Where the hell?
What the hell -' My mind screamed.
  "Yeah..Had I guess you could say. I saw him in the park playing with
her and my heart melted...I think she was a few months short of being
two when I saw this. He loved her so much and was doing his damness to
raise her on his own."
 I *was* now *completely* intrigued with the Gold Mine.
  "What happened to the mother? Why was he raising her by himself?"
  "The only thing that Mulder ever said to me was that she was dead.
That she had died. He never went into specifics but I was told that in a
heated argument with a fellow colleague that they were arguing about the
rigors of life and Mulder let it spilled that he had 'knocked up and
married manic depressive that ran off after giving birth and threw
herself on to some train tracks in Russia a month later.'
 *Please* let this tragedy be true.
  "After seeing him with his daughter, trying to be full time daddy and
raise her...I started defending Mulder when people cut him up behind his
back but I never mentioned his daughter because he didn't want people to
know about her."
  "He was ashamed of her?" I asked curiously.
  "No...No! He loved her with all his heart and soul but...I think the
reason that he guarded her, in my heart, was because if people knew they
would poke fun and criticize and I think that Mulder's daughter was the
only thing he had left that he believed in, that he believed he was
doing right and if someone were to tell him otherwise I think he would
have crumbled."
 I shook myself out of my reverie. "Um...Anything significant happen
after that?"
  "He married Sarah Spears, his second marriage I guess. She was an FBI
Agent too...She had went to Quantico with us and had a degree in
criminal psychology. They married after graduation in 1988. They were
happy. She was young and beautiful."
  "And...?" I asked impatiently knowing that there *had* to be more
because Sarah Spears wasn't in Fox Mulder's life when he discovered the
truth, neither was a daughter, unless she was still *extremely*
sheltered, but someone would have found out.
  "Well..." Craig said. "In 1990 he ran across the X Files with Diana
Fowley and I guess Krissa, Mulder's daughter, started a battle with
cancer."
 Well, outcome obvious.
  "From what I heard Mulder started drinking...His marriage was on the
rocks by 1991 and when Krissa received a bone marrow -"
 Okay, outcome *not* so obvious.
  "And her cancer went into remission Sarah had been offered a position
in Honolulu and decided to take it after Mulder cheated on her with
Agent Diana Fowley. May 1991. Her and Fox divorced, she left Krissa with
Mulder and went to Honolulu. Then Diana left for Europe shortly, very
shortly after. She came back in 1998. After seven years in Europe Diana
came back and I don't believe Sarah ever returned to the states."
  "What happened to Krissa?"
  "Weird things went down...To this day things are still shrouded in
mystery."
  "What's shrouded in mystery?" I asked, now very into this.
  "Well Krissa was born in June...For her birthday after Diana left they
went to Boston to see Mulder's mom I guess...Mulder was still drinking
and had a nanny bring Krissa up because he was in Boston on a
case...That night Mulder instructed the nanny to take Krissa home and
the nanny took *back* roads to D.C...Apparently, the nanny's car got
tangled up with a police chase and the nanny ended up shot in the head
and the car put into a small creek on a back road." Craig closed his
eyes in remembrance. "They found the nanny's body...they never found
Krissa's body and they dragged it for days and a local body of
water...but nothing. They never found a body or remains."
 I shrugged. "And?"
  "This is where Mulder's reputation was really bruised - he started
searching for Krissa, claiming she was kidnapped...Drawing up posters
and flyers...America's Most Wanted...After about two months he just gave
up and buried himself in the X Files and finding his sister." I saw
Craig shake his head in disbelief. "To my knowledge they never found a
body, Mulder gave up looking for her and never spoke of her again...He
started drinking heavily and his a former SAC, a friend, secretly put
him into a rehab center...He cleaned up and continued to bury himself in
finding his sister and forgetting the past."
  "What happened to...?" I asked, forgetting that name. "Uh, Diana."
  "Well she died. November 1999. Don't know how...It probably had to do
with the X Files."
  "What can you tell me about Agent Scully?" I asked him, changing the
topic figuring I had Mulder's life on a good track.
  "Well she was his partner...Had a reputation as The Ice Queen for
awhile...She was straight up, people never bothered her because to the
outside world she was doing her job and still respected the Government.
It wasn't until 1999, seven years after they were paired, that she
turned against the Government, started to believe Mulder and got the
name Mrs. Spooky. I mean she was a hard core believer in science and
then something happened and shook her so bad as to turn against the
Government and become paranoid like Mulder.
  "Some massive shit went down in 1999. They saw things."
 'DUH' 
  "So you know if during the...eight years they worked together they
were ever involved?"
  "Oh people speculated it a lot...But as far as I know they never
became involved. They maintained a professional relationship...at least
until 1999 I would guess."
  "Do you know where they are today?"
  "I heard they were married, big surprise...Then I heard she was in
Atlanta and he was in Honolulu and then she was in Canada and he was in
Los Angeles. I don't know to tell you the honest truth where Fox Mulder
and Dana Scully are.
  "It's like they just disappeared off the face of this planet."


	"Scott, you'll never fucking believe what I got - but you can't tell
Steu."
  "Dying to hear it girlfriend."
  "Fox Mulder? -"
  "Yeah?"
  "Had a daughter."
  "What do you mean by 'had'."
  "She was killed in 1991 after his *second* marriage collapsed. He's
never seen her since...The body disappeared and he thought she had been
kidnapped and then apparently stopped looking for her."
  "Two things that can be branched off - Why did he stop looking for
her? Is it possible he killed her? Second thing - Second marriage? Who
was the first too?"
  "The mother of his daughter, manic depressive and ran off after the
child was born, apparently threw herself off a bridge onto train tracks
a few years later in Russia."
  "European lunatic. Gotta love it. This is juicy -"
  "He also battled a alcohol problem after her murder."
  "Maybe he killed her in a violent rage and covered it up"
  "No she didn't die in his presence...He didn't kill her. I suppose I
could get a case file I mean it was a police related incident."
 I took a drag of my cigarette and looked out at the rain, again, for
the 50th time tonight, having given up on the notion that prime time TV
had improved from the night before.
  "Have you found out where Mr. & Mrs. Mulder are residing now?"
  "No." I answered bluntly. "Not one bit."
 After a few seconds of silence I heard the last of something Scott had
said to me and then I realized that daydreaming is not a quality you
should have in journalism.
  "What did you say?"  I asked him, yawning.
  "Lonely in D.C?" He asked me.
  "Yeah." I smiled into the phone.
  "Well, g'night." He whispered.
  "G'night." I whispered back, hanging up the phone and sighing. I had
just interviewed the first of no doubt, many people and already I'm
getting sucked in by the emotion, how can I be heartless and dig and
poke into these people's lives if I'm sympathetic about their past?
 I just have to keep reminding myself that the public has the right to
see this, find out who exposed the greatest conspiracy in the world.
 The people deserve that much, don't they?
 Don't they......?


SEPTEMBER 3rd.

	A knock at my hotel door woke me from the 'non peaceful' 'drug induced'
rest I was attempting to get.
 I looked over at my clock and groaned to see that it was 3:40AM EST.
What? Do people in the East not sleep? Americans I should have learned
are just plain, in general, a weird bunch. I should have went to Canada
if I wanted some normalcy. Why America? I wanted the sun...I had the sun
until I was given this blessing in disguise assignment.
 Anyways...If God wanted to send me a present, this would be the time to
have the person on the other side of the door be either Fox Mulder or
Dana Scully, Hell, both of them wanting to tell there life stories.
 Fat chance, but I can dream can't I?
 Wait- Maybe I should stop thinking and get this good looking ass of
mine out of bed and answer the door. I may be blessed.
 With my luck there's a man in black with an automatic silencer in his
hand.
 Despite how tired I was I found a smile plastered across my face when I
saw my ever so good looking, five years older, producer Scott standing
there. His hair ruffled, looking like he had just got out of bed and
straight here.
 He grabbed me and locked me into a passionate kiss, something I had
missed while spending my two - three days in D.C.
 I felt his hand go up my top and cup my bare breast, stoking it and
twisting my nipple until I moaned in pain.
 We both helped peel my shirt off, then I tugged at his jeans and got
them off.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him near before planting
little kisses on his neck and undoing his shirt.
 Scott pinned me underneath him on the bed, his lips making a trail from
my lips, down my neck to my exposed breasts where the mere feel of his
tongue prepared me for things to come.

	I woke up to the most wonderful feeling in the world, Scott's arms
around me. Something I had missed *so* much while we were separated.
Yeah, I know I shouldn't be sleeping with, well, a boss, who's boss
could fire him...But we both agreed it was a risk worth taking, we love
each other.
 I connect with Scott on a level I never have before with anyone. Every
I've ever been with has been just a phase, or just a one
nighter...Before Scott I never had romantic dinners, candle lit baths,
long walks on the beach.
 I was the go-to-a-bar-grab-a-guy-for-a-one-night-stand and a
-bed-your-male-teachers sort of person.
 I may be smart - but in love I guess I would say I was terrible. I was
incredibly stupid.
 I was snapped out of my reverie by the feeling of hot skin touching my
shoulder. I smiled and looked over to see Scott kissing my shoulder.
  "Penny for your thoughts." He smiled at me.
  "If I were to indulge you into my little world of thoughtless and
inconclusive thoughts you may never want to leave."
  "Is it that bad?" He asked me.
 I looked at him, wondering if he meant the case or my head.
  "The case." He clarified.
  "The case is just like a case that would land on the desk of Fox
Mulder, baffling."
  "Your friend call you with a address?"
  "No." I told him, no holds back.
  "Well..." He sighed. "I believe that if you find out what other people
think and know that you may actually be impressed."
 I looked at him to further on.
  "The information you got from that Craig man...Fox Mulder may have
never told you that...Going to people around them gives you juicy stuff.
  "Stay in Washington Eve, and dig. You may never know what you end up
with."

	So, I'll admit, the advice was, as always, great. I mean Scott is
right, aside from the bad weather, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully lived and
worked and breathed in Washington D.C from the time they entered
Quantico until the time they left after exposing the truth.
 Past loves, horror stories and juicy gossip where all here in
Washington and where was I going to start?
 Where it all started in 1992 -
The Federal Bureau of Investigation.

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AFTER THE X FILES
PART 2

SEPTEMBER 3

	This was the first time in my life I had been in *any* Government
building anywhere in my life. I will admit I was in awe.
 Yes, I know many would find it hard to believe that I was never in
*any* Government building in my life, but unless you classify a jail
cell in a Tijuana a Government Building, then I've never been in one
before.
 (Scott knew that I'd be an excellent investigative reporter when he
heard about my past 'espionage' attempts in my criminal record - the
only illegal things I've done...Except for the marijuana thing - but,
hey, I was a kid, lighten up)
 I knew my destination, I was heading over the Violent Crimes Unit,
where Fox Mulder worked for awhile, then to Behavioral Science at
Quantico and check into Agent Scully at Quantico and then I had a
meeting with the Director of the FBI, Walter Skinner.
 Who, according to records, was Mulder and Scully's Assistant Director
and became director only when the two agents exposed the Syndicate and
the truth about alien existence. Many were beyond shocked that Mulder
and Scully didn't take over the Bureau and CIA and the other Government
branches that were brought down by the scandal. Instead friends of
Mulder and Scully are running the various Government branches.
 Mental note to self, must ask Mr. and Mrs. Mulder why that is.


	I made my way to violent crimes and looked around. Holy shit I had not
walked into a mind, I had walked into a mine *field*.
 Not one agent in the room looked over twenty-five. It would figure that
everyone that worked with Spooky would be either dead or retired. 
 WHY DID MY JOB HAVE TO BE SO HARD?
 Maybe I should stop my bitching.
 Okay brain, this is where you start to work. Where would former
colleagues be found? Special Agent in Charge positions and Assistant
Directors...
 Okay, to the offices I start.

	According to a list I obtained of people who were with Violent Crimes
when Mulder was, there was a Mark Spears. I wonder if he had any
relation to Sarah Spears. Maybe they were cousins...Maybe I may get
lucky.
 Theoretically speaking, of course.
Mark Spears was now an Assistant Director with Violent Crimes. I made my
way to his office and entered. Naturally there was a secretary, I hope
she's not bitchy.
 The secretary was petite with short brown hair and eyes. She looked
nice.
  "Yes, may I help you?" She asked me, looking up from some document she
had been reading.
  "Yes, hi." I smiled. "I'm Eve Verico. I'm a journalist and I was
wondering if right now or some time in the near future I could go in and
interview Mr. Spears for a documentary I am putting together of Fox
Mulder and Dana Scully Mulder."
  "Agents Mulder and Scully?" Her eyes lit up.
  "Yes - Did you know them also?" I smiled brightly after seeing the
gleam in her eyes.
  "Yes I did. I knew them."
 JACKPOT
  "So ---" I noticed towards her for her name.
  "Holly Kara."
  "Holly. So you knew them?"
  "Yeah - People -"
  "Wait- Wait." I told her as I lifted my camera out of my bag and
turned it on.
  "If you don't mind, can you say whatever you're going to say into the
camera?" I asked her sweetly. "It would be greatly appreciated."
 She nodded.
  "Okay, Holly shoot."
  "Well." She started. "People thought they were stuck up and mean but
that wasn't true, I mean to me at least. They were always kind, always
said Hi, often asked me to help them out...They were always considerate.
I don't have a bad thing to say against them. I don't know how they got
such a reputation...You mentioned that Dana's name was now Mulder. Did
her and Agent Mulder get married?"
  "I would assume." I answered honestly.
  "Yeah, they were great for each other, really. They worked together
very well. Doesn't surprise me...I keep remembering the Anniversary
banquet."
  "Anniversary Banquet?" I asked.
  "They came with each other and they looked so in love. I mean he was
holding her and they were dancing tightly. Everyone assumed they were a
couple right there and then."
  "Holly, when was this?"
  "February 2000 I recall."
  "Thank you." I smiled, satisfied. "Now is there any chance I could see
Mr. Spears?"
 Holly nodded and picked up the phone as I played with my camera. After
a few minutes she looked up and told me to go in.
 When I entered I was greeted by a strange familiarity, so strange I
felt over swept with a strange emotion and sickness.
 The man that greeted me also seemed familiar, very familiar and by the
look on his face I looked familiar to him.
  "I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked before I had the chance to.
  "Do I know you?" I asked.
  "Because you seem familiar." We both said in unison.
 We both to a moment to laugh.
  "Uh, my secretary said that you wanted to talk to me regarding Dana
Scully and Fox Mulder."
  "Yes I would, if you would like. No obligation." I smiled. "Because
according to my information you two graduated together and I assumed you
knew him, maybe worked with him or knew Dana Scully..."
  "Yeah, I knew Fox Mulder." He told me, rather solemnly.
  "You did. Very well?" I inquired.
  "Yeah, pretty well. He married my twin."
 My heart skipped a beat. JACKPOT, PAYDAY BOYS
  "You mean that you're Sarah Spears' brother?"
  "Yeah. Twins. We both entered the academy and Fox Mulder married my
sister."
  "Up until 1991 where the marriage dissolved...rather badly." I threw
off the top of my head, turning on the camera and focusing it on Mr.
Spears.
  "Yeah, rather badly. Fox Mulder lost pretty well everything in 1991.
Including his marbles." Mark said. 
  "Hostile."
  "Yeah well...He wasn't that bad. We made amends in 1995 when I married
his partner's best friend Jacki."
  "So you knew Dana Scully?"
  "Yeah. She and my wife were great friends."
FINALLY, MAYBE NOW I'll  GET AN ADDRESS!!!!
  "Well, up until Dana and Mulder left the Bureau. Haven't really heard
from them since. Got a postcard from them a month after they left
Washington from Maui. That's about it, wasn't very detailed, I mean
because it was a postcard. I assumed they married in Maui."
  "Apparently so does everyone else."
  "Common sense says they got married. I mean they were head over heels
for each other...but I wasn't one to push the relationship...I didn't
want Mulder hurting Dana like he hurt Sarah."
  "You were afraid he'd cheat on her like he did to Sarah." I remarked.
  "I was afraid he'd hurt her, yes, like he did to Sarah."
  "What was Mulder like back in the Academy?" I asked, trying to work my
way up from the past.
  "Trying to keep it together I'd say." Mark smiled, obviously
reminiscing. "Trying to work, to learn, to father, to date. He was
probably the most emotionally and physically worn man in the entire
class...but he was happy. I mean sometimes during class, everyone would
look worn and tired and he would be smiling and everyone thought that
maybe he was dreaming of an alien spaceship -"
  "But he was dreaming of getting home to Krissa." I finished.
  "Exactly." Mark lit up. "He loved her. Krissa was the love of his
life. Always will be, no matter how much he's tried to forget about it
since her death, not a day goes by where she's not on his mind. The
first thought in the morning, the last at night."
  "Krissa was your niece...step niece I guess. Were you close to her?"
 Mark closed his and eyes and a tear slipped from one. "Yeah. I was
really close to her, being her only uncle, basically her only other
family. We used to go out for McDonalds and play at the park. I loved
her like she was my own. She was my God daughter and I cherished every
moment I spent with her and I was angrier then hell when she died.
Blamed everyone I could. Even my own sister who was stuck in Honolulu
dealing with her grief over the lost of a daughter."
  "Even though Krissa wasn't Sarah's daughter...She loved her
completely?"
  "Without a doubt. Without a doubt. She would've took her to Honolulu
but she couldn't because of her treatment for her Leukemia and all her
medical problems."
  "You think Mulder was crazy for having said his daughter was kidnapped
instead of killed?"
  "The more I think about it, the more I consider it I have to say that
though I'd never admit this to anyone before, the possibility of Krissa
having survived the crash, was very considerable. I believe she was
alive and died far from the crash scene and possibly...never at all."
Mark whispered. "I just hope that she didn't have to suffer."
 I shuddered when I heard this. My skin went lumpy and I felt
goosebumps. I knew suffering...I knew how it felt to be beat by someone
you thought loved you...having been beaten by my father, having my
mother die in his hands when I was thirteen. I *knew* suffering, and it
knew me.
 I was overcome with the emotion to cry, having relived in my mind the
tragic night of my mother's murder, everything I witnessed...
  "I'm sorry." I said, shutting off the camera. "But I have to go. Thank
you so very much for your time Mr. Spears."
 I walked out of the room, Holly, the secretary, probably having seen my
tears. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned up. Deciding that I had enough
for today.

	The more Steu yelled at me over the phone the more I wanted to hang up.
I was trying not to let him know that I was crying, so I wasn't really
paying any attention to what he was talking about.
 I heard Steu's voice change and a familiar soothing voice come over the
line.
  "Hey babe." I heard Scott whisper. "I'm so beyond sorry for Steu. How
are you? What's wrong? Why did you cancel the rest of your meetings?
Steu's only angry because he got a call from the Director who wasn't too
fond of you not showing up for the meeting, the Director claiming he has
a busy schedule - or any of the other meetings...Steu is starting to
think that you're incompetent..."
 I couldn't control it anymore I let out a sob.
  "Eve?! Eve what's wrong?"
 I couldn't say anything, so the only thing I did was hang the phone on
the receiver and curled up on my bed and sobbed. The terrible memories
of that night my mother was murdered, coming back to haunt me.

SEPTEMBER 4th

	EVE IS GONE AGAIN
BACK TO HER PALACE
BACK TO HER ISLAND

EVE CAN SMILE AGAIN
AND RUN 'ROUND THE HEDGES IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN

RUN THE WAY YOU DID BEFORE THE NIGHTMARES
RUN JUST LIKE BEFORE THE OVERKILL
RUN THE WAY YOU DID IT'S OVER DARLING

OH, COULD I BE SO GENTLE
OH, SO SOFT AND TENDER
OH AND COULD I FORGIVE
AND COULD I DIE IN MY MOTHER'S ARMS LIKE HER

EVE'S A CHILD AGAIN
SING HER A LULLABY
READ TO HER EVERY NIGHT

EVE'S IN HEAVEN 
PLENTY OF FRIENDS ARE THERE
NO ONE THE ENEMY....

	The old song lyrics ran threw my mind so fast I thought I was going to
get a headache, but I guess all the sobbing I was doing would contribute
to that too. I was sobbing so hard I hadn't realized that it was the
next day and that there was someone holding me. Someone warming my cold
body.
 It was Scott.
 I rolled over to face him. He looked me in the eyes and wiped away my
tears.
  "Your mom." He stated.
 I shook my head yes.
  "It wasn't your fault." He reassured me. "It was not your fault. You
couldn't have prevented it Eve."
  "I thought I had forgot. I thought I had it filed away and then this
fuckin story and it all comes back."
  "The suffering."
 I looked in Scott's eyes. He had watched the tapes I concluded.
  "The suffering." I agreed, getting up out of the bed and walking to
the window, where I opened it and looked out. It was dawn, the start of
a new work day.
  "Eve," I heard Scott sigh. "What are you thinking?"
  "That it's the start of a new day. That I've cried long enough, that I
have to get back to work."
  "Eve." Scott groaned. "Maybe you should take a day to rest."
  "Scott, you already told me that Steu's starting to doubt my ability,
my competence and I don't want that and you don't need to be ratted on
because of me."
  "And how are you planning to get those interviews you've lost back?"
  "The way every journalist does. Hound and hound until eventually
someone speaks."
I turned and looked at him, giving him a sad smile and walked to the
bathroom to start my shower.
 I walked underneath the burning water, letting the water beat down on
me.
  "Ooh Father, you never wanted to live that way you never wanted to
hurt me, why am I running away. Ooh Father you never wanted to live that
way, you never wanted to hurt me, why am I running away?" I sang slowly.
"Maybe some day, when I look back I'll be able to say...You didn't mean
to be cruel, somebody hurt you too.."
  "You can't hurt me now. I got away from you. I never thought I would.
You can't make me cry, you once had the power, I never felt so good..."
Scott joined in, bringing his naked body close to mine.

	I entered the old Victorian church in Baltimore, other then a petite
older brunette with a tall, younger, brunette man and a blonde woman
with two young boys standing with the minister after Sunday services, it
was empty. Scott stood at my side, I know on edge because the last time
he had been in a church was when he was fifteen and his father had been
killed in a plane crash. He abandoned his faith and belief after that.
 I was almost a complete opposite. My mother taught me in secret about
God, about faith. She said she was Catholic. My father didn't want
anything to do with God, he was totally opposed to it...so we only went
to church when he was out of town and we knew that a friend of his
wouldn't be reporting our every move...Except for Gus. He never reported
us to my father. Uncle Gus was the only drug dealer with a heart. He
loved me and I loved him back.
 After my mother died I found solace in the church, Uncle Gus
encouraging me to go and pray for my mother, he even coming along. 
But when I was fifteen I rebelled. I left the comfort of the church,
told my 
religious and now deceased foster parents to shove religion, left Mexico
and 
moved to Switzerland at sixteen with some friends. Where I
became...Well, an 
exotic dancer at seventeen. Having met Scott at a club in LA., shortly
after 
graduating from college in Switzerland and moving to LA., and became
friends. He saw something in me and hired me after only knowing me for
four months. By then we were already in love. Though I'm was nineteen
when we met and he twenty four.
 The rest of my life was full of sinning and hating...And partially
still is.
 I took a seat in the pew, Scott sat beside me. I bowed my head.
  "Maybe we should say a prayer?" Scott asked me, shocking the pants off
of me. 
  "It's been so long." I told him honestly. "I don't even know if I
remember any for the deceased."
  "Our father who art in heaven, please keep those love ones of ours
that are with you safe. Continue to protect them and love them in your
Holy kingdom." Scott threw off the top of his head with a smile.
  "You keep me in awe." I smiled back. "I loved it." 
 I rested my head on Scott's shoulder and became lost in little
thoughts. Scott watched me as I fingered the long black rosary I wore.
He kept brushing my shoulder length chestnut hair back, planting little
kisses on my head.
  "When do you have to leave for LA.?" I asked him. "I mean Steu's going
to figure something's up."
  "I'm going to Quantico with you, then when you go to the Bureau I have
to run a few errands...then we'll meet up here again? Say fiveish?"
 My eyes wandered around the church and to the minister who was talking
to what I've put together, a man and wife, their two children and
grandmother. A happy family.  
 I registered what Scott said then nodded.
  "Take you out for dinner after we meet up. Fancy place, dress your
best."
 I looked at him and smiled.
  "*Then* I have to leave for LA" He told me rather solemnly. "How about
you go start the car?"
 I got up, assuming Scott has some personal things he wanted to think
about. I went out and started up the car.

	The trip to Quantico was silent. Scott was lost in his thoughts and I
knew it probably had to do with whatever had happened in the church
after I left and most likely concerned his father.
 When we arrived at Quantico, Scott grabbed my camera and then gave me a
kiss.
  "I love you." He whispered.
  "I love you too." I whispered back, wondering what had gotten into
him.

	We walked into Quantico and decided to talk to some former colleges of
Dana Scully, having no really juicy gossip on Fox Mulder's partner.
 We first were going to see a Caitlin Berge who was a teacher at the
Academy, having been taught by Dana Scully in early 1992 before she was
assigned to the X Files.
 
	"Thanks for meeting with us Caitlin." I smiled, Scott setting up the
camera.
  "Oh, no problem." She replied, sitting down and brushing back some
honey blonde hair.
  "Okay. Can you please state how you knew Dana Scully." I asked, so we
could have it all on camera.
  "Dana Scully, Dr Scully, was a teacher at the Academy following her
graduation from the Academy. I was in her first class she had. Right
before she was assigned to the X Files."
  "Can you tell me about her - at the time."
  "Back then she was...Nice. She took her job seriously, was good at it.
She had a hard exterior, but she wasn't cold and bitter. At least not to
me, I mean some people found her cold and bitter - rigid - but not me.
She was young. She looked very young actually."
  "What about after she started working in the X Files?" 
  "Well...She was doing her job...I mean that's what everyone
thought...up until the X Files closed and she still maintained a close
relationship with Agent Mulder and also wanted the X Files re-opened."
Caitlin looked to the ground. "Some people told me that they closed down
the X Files because of Dana Scully. That she was supposed to invalidate
Agent Mulder's work and debunk his theories and get him to leave the
Bureau - at any means necessary...But when she told the people she was
working for that there was more then meets the eye and that they should
stay open, they saw her attachment to Mulder and decided to terminate
the X Files."
  "But the X Files were re-opened, then closed, then re-opened." Scott
inputted.
  "Actually they were re-opened, closed, re-assigned to Agents Fowley
and Spender, both deceased, then they were re-reassigned to Agents
Mulder and Scully after a fire massacre in D.C." I corrected, having
done my homework.
  "Skinner opened them for Agent Mulder, to keep him out of the
investigation in to Dana Scully's disappearance. He was causing trouble
and after the Duane Barry incident the Bureau couldn't kick him out
because of lack of evidence and they didn't want another incident to
happen. That's why I assume they re-opened the X Files."
  "What can you tell me about Dana Scully's three month disappearance?"
  "That was weird man." Caitlin confessed. "Three months. Everyone
thought the worse...People thought that she was a sex slave, that she
was butchered...Then when she re-appeared, all logical explanations -
like being a sex slave - was dismissed when nothing was found..."
  "I sense that there's something more."
  "Well..." Caitlin looked to her hands, obviously scared about
something...possibly ashamed.
  "I heard that years later Dana Scully discovered she had a daughter.
That during her three month disappearance she gave birth and didn't
know. The little girl died though and I believe this happened in San
Diego."
  "No baby would live outside the womb, nor survive after just three
months." I said, looking at Scott who knew too what I meant...I having
went into labor at three months. I having been pregnant with a
'client's' baby and miscarrying in February. The lap dancing having
probably been the reason I miscarried. Scott having been my emotional
support at the time, having met me that past December. It wasn't until
after I lost the baby that we became involved. He knows that I hold it
dear to me though.
  "I know." Caitlin said. "Some people said that the reason Fox Mulder
was so frantic was that she was pregnant with his child...She did start
to pack on some weight after the X Files closed down and she said she
was fighting depression...No one said anything because she came back not
pregnant..."
  "How was Dana Scully after the abduction."
  "If you didn't know her, if you were just meeting her for the first
time, you would never have guessed that she just had a traumatic
experience...She never let it get to her. She was solid oak."

	"Are you okay?" Scott asked me as we walked down the halls at Quantico.
  "Yeah, I'm good." I told him sincerely meaning it, glancing over at
him. He didn't look at me so I stopped walking. After a few seconds he
did too and backed up.
  "So where to now Sherlock?" He asked me.
  "How are you?" I asked.
  "What do you mean?" He asked, avoiding my gaze.
  "I'm off to see someone named Mary Horner who went to school with Dana
Scully and now is a teacher. Are you coming?"
  "Do you still have that sphagetti strapped white silk Chanel dress I
bought you?" Scott asked out of nowhere.
  "Yeah..."
  "Have it here?"
  "Yeah..."
  "I want you to wear that for dinner. I like that dress."
 All I did was shake my head and walked off rolling my eye balls. He
changed the subject whenever he could, the problem was the he didn't
know how to do it subtly.
  

	"Mary, thank you for sitting down with me." I remarked as I shook the
older woman's hand. Mary had to be in her late thirties, early forties.
She looked very kind.
  "Can I get you anything? Or you Sir?" She asked Scott and myself.
  "Uh no thanks." We replied.
  "So ask me any question. I'll tell you what I can."
  "Well Mary." I started. "What can you tell me about Dana Scully was
you two were in the Academy training."
  "She told me that she had been recruited by the FBI...She had a big
family. Two brothers and a sister...She was serious about her studies
but would often go out on the weekend with a bunch of us. She was a
dreamer."
  "Of what in particular?"
  "Love." Mary smiled. "She was always dreaming of her Prince Charming.
Many times she thought she had found them but it didn't pan out and
she'd be heart broken."
  "Think she loved Fox Mulder?" I asked.
  "Oh definitely. He fit her profile perfectly...except he was
emotionally cut off." Mary told me. "And she didn't show emotion around
him..."
  "But she had to have known it was because of the lost of his
daughter."
  "She never knew about his daughter."
 Silence filled the room.
  "You mean they worked together for eight years and she didn't know?"
Scott asked.
  "From what I believe she didn't know at all...But the person who would
really know would be Jacki Spears. Dana's best bud from the Academy. But
I honestly believe that Dana Scully never knew about Fox Mulder's
daughter. I mean I didn't until I heard it from someone awhile back.
When Dana was missing." Mary smiled. "Dana told me about a month after
she started to work with Mulder that he may have been mysterious and a
bit crazy but he was hot, and thought of her feelings...wasn't a pig and
didn't treat her like a jerk. With every passing day she became fonder
of him and without a doubt fell in love with him by 1995."
  "You think he held feelings for her?"
  "Of course. She was his sanity."
  "What do you know about a rumor that had Dana Scully having a daughter
in San Diego."
 Mary looked uncomfortable. "She died."
  "So there was a daughter..."
  "Yes."
  "Was Agent Mulder the father?"
  "No he was not." Mary defended. "It tied up with her abduction. I
think that someone kidnapped her and took her eggs and surrogated them
into another woman, who gave birth to Dana's daughter and then later
Dana discovered this, but her daughter was ill and she died. 1998.
January."
  "So Dana Scully was not pregnant when she was abducted?"
  "No...I do not believe she was and certainly not with Fox Mulder's
child. I mean he never wanted children again from what I heard...I mean
after what happened to Krissa and...Well, rumor has it that he got a
vasectomy. Whether it was after Krissa's birth or death, rumor had it
that he got it done."
  "But wouldn't at some point Sarah Spears, his wife at the time, want
some?"
  "Makes sense. It was probably after her death. Most likely."
  "Anything else you can tell me about Dana Scully? Fox Mulder?"
  "Well Dana's battle with cancer."
  "She had cancer?" I asked.
  "Yeah. Brain tumor, nasalpharengene tumor...She was torn apart because
of it. She believed that Mulder would be mad at her for not going on
with him...she continued working. She was still helping him out as she
laid on her deathbed.
  "Some how she mysteriously went into remission. Cancer never came back
to my knowledge but I know that she couldn't have children. She was
depressed about that."
  "Anything in the X Files ever scare Dana Scully?" I asked, curious.
  "It shook her convictions, her faith, her beliefs...No doubt, I mean
she was a hard core skeptic and then...she saw some pretty powerful
things that shook her up but I have to say the only thing I knew that
shook her bad was this criminal named Donnie Pfaster...He was a
fetishist and preyed on women and...She dealt with him twice before the
X Files ended. She once told me that he was evil. That he was her
Satan."

	"So Dana Scully could get shook up." Scott remarked as we made our way
to Behavioral Science to interview some more people.
  "Donnie Pfaster. Doesn't the ring a bell?" I asked Scott, the American
of the two of us.
  "Yeah, fetishist." Scott stated. "Sicko, wacko...Why would he be an X
File though?"
  "I'll find that out." I said, jotting it down on my little notepad.
  "How?"
  "I'm going to visit the old basement office as soon as I can." I
smiled, then realized something. "No one that I've interviewed to this
point has ever said anything about the fire that destroyed the X Files
office back in 1998."
  "There was a fire?"
  "Yeah, arson. Someone set it."
  "Mulder or Scully?" Scott asked.
  "No, both were together all evening."
  "Doing what?" It was a sarcastic rhetorical, a typical of Scott. "So
where are we off to next?"
  "Donald Scoland. He's probably the oldest person here." I smiled
again. "He was a Director when Mulder was in Behavioral Science. He
still hangs out here often teaching seminars and courses."
  "Is he here today?"
  "Apparently yes."

	"Y'know Darling, you strike me with a familiar chord." Came the thick
Texan accent from the plump cheerful Donald Scoland.
  "Do I?" I asked. 
  "Yea yah do." He said, scratching his temple as Scott set up the
camera. "Where you from?"
  "Grew up in Mexico and then lived in Switzerland for awhile...LA. for
the past year."
  "Haven't been to either place Darling, maybe I say you seem familiar
because you're the ideal of what little Krissa Mulder would be like
today."
 I looked at the man. "You knew Krissa Mulder?"
  "Very well." He nodded sincerely. "Mr. Mulder used to work on Sundays
very often and most often so would Sarah...Seeing how Behavioral Science
is pretty empty on Sundays, with the exception of today because of
course preparation, they used to bring Krissa in and she'd hang around.
We used to go to the cafeteria together and have lunch. She was always
asking questions."
 I took a seat, intrigued and not caring if the camera was on or not.
  "Like what?"
  "Like why I always wore a funny tie. Why I worked here, why I ate a
turkey sandwich. Everything she could. She was such a darling little
girl. Tragic though. Really."
  "So you knew Fox Mulder well."
  "Best damn profiler out there." He told me matter of fact. "He was
brilliant. I mean he is brilliant but when he was with Behavioral
Science he was on his way to being the top. The very best. He loved his
daughter and his wife. After marrying Sarah every became white picket
fenced and dance rehearsal and...He loved it. He loved leaving work
early to pick up Krissa and start supper at home. Often him and Sarah
would fight as to who was going to pick her up, and who was going to
stay at work."
  "His life was going great."
  "Yes. Perfect. Picture Perfect. His Spooky reputation died after he
graduated from the Academy and married Sarah. At least until he found
the X Files."
  "Then everything started falling apart." I said to him, remembering.
  "Yes. Krissa's cancer, her remission, his affair with Agent Fowley,
Sarah getting transferred to Honolulu...Their divorce."
  "His drinking problem."
  "Yeah. His drinking. It was Reggie and I that put him in Rehab.
Intervention. It saved his career..."
  "What did you think about him leaving Behavioral Science for the X
Files."
  "Whatever kept him alive and sober, personally, was my opinion."
  "What about Dana Scully. Did you ever meet her?"
  "Oh yes I did. One day Mulder brought her by to get my opinion on a
case. He needed someone to back up his theory. She was a pretty little
thing, smart as a whip. They seemed to be good friends, threw banter
back and forth. He was a lot happier with her then he was before he was
assigned a partner. He had fun with Dana Scully. She challenged him
every day and he liked that. He needed that."
  "So you think Dana Scully did him a world of good?"
  "Personally, yeah. He was very happy but still miserable."
  "Did Dana Scully ever know about Krissa?"
  "I can't tell you I believe she did. After Krissa's death everything
went away. Pictures, home videos. No one was to talk about it. The end,
no more.
  "I highly doubt he told Ms. Scully, unless she found out from someone
else."
  "Do you believe Mulder thought his search was worth all he lost?"
  "Hell No. His father was murdered, Dana Scully's sister and daughter,
Mulder's mother committed suicide in February of 2000 then a mere few
months later he learns that his sister was not alive. The man had no
family left after the X Files was over."
  "Dana Scully's daughter was murdered? I heard she was sick and died."
  "Well...I never believed that. I believe something happened."
  "How was Mulder, emotionally, after his mother killed herself?" I
asked.
  "Well...He was trying to keep it together, write it off that they
weren't close but I mean it was his mother, his only known living
relative."
  "What did Mulder do for family after that?"
  "He was always close to the Scully's. Mrs. Scully loved him like a
son, though her eldest son Bill despised Mulder from what I know."
  "So he became even closer to the Scully's?"
  "He pulled away from them. Knowing Scully's family was the dearest to
her, I suspect he didn't want them hurt. He didn't want his partner to
go through what he was now feeling. I believe that's around the time her
love for him came out."
  "You knew that they were in love?"
  "Oh yeah. Hell yes. Mulder told me one night in early 2000 that he
loved her. Tried to tell her but she wrote it off, kissed her and was
given the impression she wasn't interested but from Jacki I found out
Scully was feeling the same but hiding it."
  "So you believe that they left the X Files and were married?"
  "Hell yes." He smiled. "Had they not I would believe them both
certifiable. Fait brought them together."
  "Fait can also tare people apart." I added.

	"Aren't you just so cynical." Scott remarked as we headed out to the
car. 
  "Why because there is a very small possibility that Mulder and Scully
aren't together?"
 Scott raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed.
  "Okay, yes I do believe that they are together on some tropical
paradise living it up. I'm an incurable romantic Scott. I have to
believe that there was and is a happy ending to Fox Mulder's very tragic
existence."
  "Where are you off to next?" Scott asked me, keeping an eye out for
his cab.
  "Hoover Building. I have a few things to accomplish there."
  "Okay." Scott smiled, kissing me as his cab pulled up. "Meet me at the
church in Baltimore at five. Wearing that dress and I'll take you out
for an exquisite dinner."
  "Okay." I smiled back, taking the camera from him and hoping in to my
rental car. I waved to him as I sped off for the FBI building.

	I was back in the FBI Building and using my guest pass I got back in.
There were a few things I needed to do: Visit the former office of
Mulder and Scully, find Jacki Spears and try to get into Director
Skinner's office.
 I thought that first I should seek out Jacki Spears and after asking a
guard who apparently knew her, I was off to the fourth floor.

	Apparently Jacki Spears was an SAC with Violent Crimes and naturally
she had a secretary who didn't know anything about Mulder and Scully and
told me that Jacki was out to lunch. As I turned to leave I was ran into
by a middle aged, plump black woman who was humming to herself.
  "Careful sweetheart." She said, then looked me over. "Do I know you?"
 I could only laugh. How come I seemed so familiar to people? Maybe they
knew about my father, that he killed my mother. Maybe the American Feds
knew because my father was involved in the Mexican Drug Cartelle...
  "Uh no. I don't believe you do. My name is Eve Verico. I'm a
journalist and I'm doing an in-depth expose -"
  "On Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. I know, my husband talked to you."
  "Yes, Mark." I said, having a photographic memory. "Twin sister Sarah
married Mulder."
  "Yeah."
  "Could I ask you some questions? I mean I have hardly anything on Dana
Scully and I thought maybe you'd like to say some things about her."
 Jacki looked at her watch then up to me. "I'll give a few minutes kid."
  "Thank you."

	"Dana was my maid of honor. Mulder went to the wedding as Dana's date.
They had fun. Danced the night away. It was only a few months after she
returned from her abduction and she needed to go out and have some fun
and that's what she did. Mulder personally made sure that she had fun
and forgot her worries."
  "They were great friends."
  "Completely. I mean they weren't as emotionally connected like most of
us are to our friends but they were closer then lovers."
  "Were they ever lovers when they worked together?"
  "No." Jacki said straight out. "Never. Totally professional and that's
where the stress came in. They couldn't afford to loose the X Files and
each other so they never started a romance."
  "Are they married now?"
  "Should be. I don't know. I don't know anyone who has very frequent
contact with Fox and Dana I mean...They disappeared and don't want to be
found. But I know they're okay because they're together."
  "You think they were each other's soul mates?"
  "Had to be, most definitely. I mean nothing else worked out with
anyone else. I believe they were meant to be."
  "What was Dana like? I mean outside of work?"
  "Dana longed to be a mother, to be a wife. Those were most important.
Mulder knew that, he knew how much she wanted the white picket fence but
he tried not to acknowledge it. He couldn't risk losing her but he
wanted to give her that I believe, deep down.
  "When Dana found out that she couldn't have children her world tore
apart. She wanted children and she wanted children with Mulder."
  "Did she know about Krissa?" I asked.
  "Up to the last day I saw her she never found out and may not know to
this day."
  "Did Mulder get a vasectomy to prevent having children after the death
of Krissa?"
  "I heard stuff but I do not believe it was true. Yes he would do
something like that but I don't believe he ever had the time to actually
go through with a procedure like that."
  "Can you tell me a bit about Krissa? Mulder's relationship with her?"
 Jacki's eyes started to well. "He was a good father...And I uh have to
get back to work, so maybe you should -"
  "Yeah. Okay. I will, thank you for your time and generosity."

	The office was in the basement. Wasn't too big nor too little. Picking
the lock was hard, but I managed.
 I looked around and it looked empty, I took my camera out and started
filming. A desk and filing cabinets, I knew the room probably had more
life when Mulder and Scully resided in it.
 I noticed a picture hanging by a tack up against a wall were a few
newspaper clippings were left. The picture were of Mulder and Scully.
Mulder's arms around her and them both in dress up. They appeared to be
at maybe a ball or banquet.
 I walked over to the filing cabinet and opened it. There were lots of X
Files so I picked on up and it was labeled X14021004 "Antartica"
 I flipped through it, skimming over the pages and was shocked. Had I
not know, nor the rest of the world, that aliens existed, I would have
been reading the best piece of fiction I had ever read in my life.
 It frightened me because it was real and described what happened to
Agent Scully and Mulder's trip to save her.
 The X File was startled out of my hands when a tall balding man with
glasses walked in. I immediately knew who this man was.
 It was the Director of the FBI, Walter Skinner.

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*******

AFTER THE X FILES
PART 3

	"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He growled. "I'm calling
security."
  "Sir, wait." I pleaded. "My name is Eve Verico. I'm a reporter with
the Fox Network - I had an appointment with you yesterday and I didn't
show up."
  "What do you want?"
  "I was just taking a look around." I told him, shutting off my camera.
  "How did you get in here?" He asked me.
  "I picked the lock." I confessed, taking out my nail file and showing
him sheepishly.
  "You had no right. You don't belong down here."
  "I'm sorry Sir, really. I was just curious and looking around. I
wasn't planning on stealing anything or anything like that."
  "Leave." He said.
  "Please, no. If I could have a word with you -"
  "You had your chance yesterday but you canceled."
  "It was for personal reasons -"
  "What a soap opera was on?" He snapped.
 I felt like a little girl being scolded, something that had frequently
happened to me by my own father when I was a girl.
  "It - It was about my mother. She died." I whispered.
 The man's face turned gentle, almost understanding.
  "I'm sorry." He said.
  "No - No." I spoke up. "I mean she was killed a few years ago but
something some one said to me upset me and I was triggered with memories
of her murder and I know I shouldn't let my personal business wreck my
professional approach but I was an emotional wreck -"
  "You don't have to explain." He told me.
 I shut my mouth.
  "Why are you doing a story on them? I mean it's been five
years...People are still interested?" He asked me, taking off his
glasses briefly then rubbing his head and taking a seat on the desk.
  "With all due respect Sir, they are the most infamous people in World
History. They proved the existence of Extraterrestrial and saved the
world from the Alien viral apocalypse. They're cultural icons, heroes -"
I stopped when Director Skinner started laughing.
  "I'm sorry. I mean when you say it I have to laugh because you may see
them and cultural icons but I see them as my step daughter and Fox
Mulder."
 I was taken aback. "You're Dana Scully's step dad?"
  "Yeah."
  "Then you know where I can find her?"
  "No."
  "What do you mean no?" I asked.
  "She sends an e-mail once a month. Her mother nor myself know where
her and Fox are residing and it stays that way."
  "Isn't that hard on the family though?"
  "We see her at Christmas...not in the past year or two but still."
  "Sir, would you please answer some of my questions? On camera?"

	"When I first met them they both seemed naive and hostile. Dana naive,
Mulder hostile I guess." Walter Skinner told me in front of the camera.
"I instantly could tell they had a bond. I mean I asked some people how
long they had been together when I first met them a year after they were
paired. When I took over the Assistant Director position...When people
told me a year, they were closer then agents who had worked together for
years. I suspected they were having an affair."
 I smiled. "Were they?"
  "Shockingly no." He smiled. "And they never did. To my knowledge
though more then once I suspected and...inspected."
  "Would you have let them be together?" I asked.
  "Yeah...I think I would." He grinned. "Had their case average not
dropped and they kept a lid on it, I think I would have allowed
it...only after maybe the fifth year they were together. Early on, not
really knowing them, I probably wouldn't have."
  "Ever believe Agent Mulder and his theories?"
  "I thought they were interesting. It wasn't until maybe 1998 and then
most certainly 1999 that I opened up and believed."
  "A lot of stuff went down in 1999." I commented. "Were you and Agents
Mulder and Scully friends outside the Bureau?"
  "Uh...We helped each other out. They helped me when I needed help.
Even when they were re-assigned Mulder once found me not feeling well
and he called Scully in to check me out. They were caring."
  "When did you marry Dana's mom?"
  "Two years ago. She approved. Laughed her head off but approved."
  "Did you know anything about Mulder's past when you started as an A.D
on the X Files?"
  "You mean his drinking? The death of his daughter? His divorce? Yeah.
I kept an open mind and made sure he never hurt Dana Scully...But she
could put up with his shit amazingly."
  "Did she know about his drinking problem? Krissa? His divorce?"
  "I honestly can tell you I don't believe so."
  "Do you believe they were in love?"
  "Yes, really truly. The most powerful friendship I ever saw." 
  "Why didn't Mulder and Scully want the X Files opened up as a division
after the truth was uncovered?"
  "I honestly don't know. I asked them and they just told me that 'They
didn't want people to loose all they've lost.'"
  "How were Mulder and Scully after the X Files burned down?"
  "Mulder devastated, Scully in shock and trying to offer Mulder comfort
he just wouldn't take. For a while Scully wanted Mulder to notice her. I
know there were days were she would do things to grab his attention."
  "She needed to be the center of his attention?"
  "I think she wanted to tell him, "Hey, I'm here. You can use me to cry
on." That's what I believe she wanted to do...Although I know he noticed
her, sexually, I think she wanted him to take off the blinders and -"
  "Take her."
 Skinner laughed lightly. "Yeah. Yeah I believe she wanted him to settle
down with her, but she wasn't about to force upon him something he
didn't want and she wasn't about to leave him."

	On my way back to my hotel I took out my tape recorder and decided to
record my thoughts.
 My thoughts were that Dana Scully sounded desperate. That she wanted
Mulder to notice her and she almost was obsessed with. She didn't want
to be desperate but she needed that warm body beside her and for her
there was nobody else. She wanted to be loved by Fox Mulder. No Kevin
Costner, Mel Gibson or Ben Affleck, she wanted Fox Mulder over anybody
else in this whole world.
 I smiled. That was much like Scott and I, though I didn't want to catch
his attention.
 Though I do wonder, if like myself, Fox Mulder didn't want the
attention, didn't notice Dana Scully or never wanted to love again. What
change his mind? Did he always love Dana Scully, and hid it too? Did he
not want to be with anyone ever again, was he afraid he'd hurt her? Was
he not attracted to her until she changed her look?
 I wish there was someone I could ask, but with all Mulder's family dead
I couldn't look there, I've talked to most of Mulder's friends and
didn't get anything conclusive. I think how close Mulder was with Dana
Scully was about as close as he's ever got to anyone.
 But, hey, maybe if I looked deeper I would be able to find someone, but
not likely. Anyways I suppose I should shelf this and just enjoy my
dinner with Scott.

	I arrived at the church in Baltimore, and noticed that there was no one
outside waiting, so I figured Scott was either in the church or not here
yet.
 When I entered the church I was greeted by millions of lit candles, the
priest at the front of the church standing with a man in a tux who
turned around and looked at me and, oh my god -
 It was Scott.
 A woman approached me and handed me flowers and a ring. She winked at
me and I heard the wedding march play. Scott could only smile and my
brain couldn't react. I only find myself walking down the aisle, closer
to Scott and my future. What a sneak! I can't believe he orchestrated
this.
 I approached the front of the church and stopped in front of Scott.
  "What's this?" I stuttered.
  "Weirdness. Marry me?" He asked, getting down on one knee and
producing a ring. "Now."
  "Are you dying?" I asked out loud. STUPID.
 Scott laughed. "No I'm not. I love you and I know you probably want a
big ceremony and we will, later I promise you. I just can't live another
day without calling you my wife. To know that we're binded together
forever."
 I smiled. What an incurable romantic. 
  "Always unpredictable." I whispered. "But we don't even have our
marriag -"
 Okay, stupid thing #2. Scott and I got our marriage license in June
when we were planning on eloping in Maui but changed our minds because
it wasn't the right thing to do...And I just got my job at Fox and Steu
told Scott that if he was 'fucking me' that he'd kill and fire
Scott...and we weren't going to get involved until I could prove myself
as a journalist to Steu and not just Scott's honey.
  "Yes." I whispered.
 He slipped the silver banded diamond on my finger, I smiled because he
knew that I like silver to gold.
  "Are we ready?" The father asked.
  "Yes." We both said.
 I could not believe that I was about to do this, but the weird thing
about it...It felt so right.

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*****

AFTER THE X FILES
  PART 4

SEPTEMBER 5th

	The honeymoon was fantastic, as ever. Scott being the best lover I ever
had, and having many that was an extreme compliment.
  Scott deciding not to go back to LA. until this afternoon. We had
agreed to spend all of it in bed.
  Thoughts ran through my mind as I laid in Scott's arms. I was now Eve
McCarthy. Mrs. Scott McCarthy. I like that.
 Scott and I decided that for an eliminate of surprise, the fifth song
that played at the restaurant we were dining at was going to be our
wedding song, at least this time around. 
 It turned out to be a song from the Moffatts called "Until you loved
me."  and I have to say it fit appropriately.
 The lyrics ran through my mind, much soothing then the "Eve" song that
haunted me.
  
 ...Friday's on my mind
I watch the rain come down
Think of how you shine
Let it go or hang on tight
Stay forever or stay for one more night
Either way I feel the same thing for ya
The feelin' inside that's 10 stories high
Never knew what love was until you loved me
Never knew what love was until you loved me
Oh yeah
'Cause it feels so good sometimes
And it feels so bad sometimes
The way you loved me, Loved me
The way you loved me, loved me.

	Today I was going to rest. Take the day off and rest. I decided that.
Yes, I know I am working on a dead line but I'm doing pretty good time
wise.
 Today was for me and *my* husband. My Fox Mulder.


SEPTEMBER 8th

	After more numerous interviews with FBI Agents and even a few people
who attended Maryland U with Dana Scully I still lacked anyone who
really *knew* these two - but I was coming close.
 I had an interview scheduled with Ethan Minitte...Dana Scully's former
fiancee. I was hoping to some how get in touch with Sarah Spears.
 Then after that, I didn't know what next.


	"Thank you for sitting down with me." I said politely, smiling though
it was bugging the hell out of me that he wouldn't take his eyes off of
me.
  "Married. You're married."
 Thank God, he noticed.
  "Yes." I answered. "Recently. You?"
  "Was. Ended last week." He laughed. "So you want to talk about Dana
Scully."
  "If we could." I said, turning on my camera. "When did you first
meet?"
 Ethan leaned back in his chair and smiled, acting like he was on some
dating service and with his white muscle shirt and his black hair spiked
and the goatee he certainly, well...okay he wasn't bad. He looked like
Ethan Hawk, but wait - I'm married and I don't notice things like this.
  "Well Dana and I met at Maryland U. I was a journalism major and she
was doing her things in Physics and whatever. We met at a party and I
rescued her from this sleaze bag who wouldn't take no for an answer."
  "And you two started dating?"
  "Actually we became friends. I was in a relationship. But we became
friends."
  "When did you start dating?"
  "Well, it had to be 1991. Yeah and then we were engaged in 1991 and
then she was assigned to the X Files in 1992 and then we broke it off."
  "Why?"
  "Well I took a job as a producer in Michigan and she refused to leave
the X Files and she was workaholic."
  "Was the breakup mutual?"
  "Well...I didn't want us to breakup but we ended up. She seemed fine.
I suspected she was cheating on me with Spooky anyways."
  "What gave you that impression?" I asked.
  "She was always talking about him, enthralled with him, willing to
take off on midnight alien hunts and they would talk for hours on the
phone. If she wasn't jumping his bones then she had a major school girl
crush on him and I guess I may be right because she's with him now,
huh?"
  "What was Dana like before you started dating her?"
  "Before? She was pretty cool. I mean she was funny, had a sick sense
of humor...She was serious though and tough she was like fun to be
around. I mean she even liked porn and man not a lot of girls do."
 I suppressed a grin because what he just said was fucking funny. Dana
Scully *liking* porn? I'm sorry...It's just so weird.
  "What about after you two started to date?"
  "She was a nut job."
 Okay that took me back. *Really* back. Dana Scully a 'nut job'? Did he
mean emotionally or like porn star wannabe?
  "What do you mean?" I asked.
  "She was like emotionally fucked up. I mean she had to have been
scared back when she was with Jack, the guy she was with before me,
because when she was with me she was a tough, emotionless cookie who
started fights, bitter sometimes. She had a bad self image of herself
when she was in a relationship. Dana was thinned down to 101 pounds when
she started working in the X Files. She wasn't very healthy upstairs.
Emotionally scarring?"
  "And you stayed with her?"
  "Because I loved her man. She had her good sides, she was lovable.
Sweet, kind...Crackerish though."
  "Well thank you Ethan. Really."

	Dana Scully, Cracker.
 Funny, really, I mean really funny. 
 I sat down with my tape recorder and put in the thoughts running
through my head. Dana Scully *wasn't* the bionic woman, the ice queen,
she too was a woman who had feelings, wanted to be loved and would do
anything to get some attention, to get love. I mean was her slimming
down to 101 pounds to keep her boyfriend around anymore crazy then me
lap dancing?
 Okay so maybe they were two separate things but women seem to harm
themselves trying to live a normal existence.
 My thoughts turned to: Did Dana Scully go home and cry at night? After
a day of hard work did she cry? Did she go home and sob after a day
where Mulder shunned her? After he flirted with another person in front
of her? Did she ever go home and cry after Mulder made a unfair remark
to her?
 Did Dana Scully go home and cry?
  Were women like Dana Scully allowed to cry?

	
SEPTEMBER 9th.
  
	"Hi, this is Eve Verico for Sarah Spears. I'm a journalist and I'm
currently working on a television biography of Fox Mulder and Dana
Scully. I know that you were once married to Fox Mulder and I'm having a
hard time finding anyone who knew him in some entirely and I would love
if I could talk to you, fly down to Honolulu or you up here. Feel free
to say no because I know this is the past and some very bad things went
down. Uh, my number is area code 415 and the number is 321 3456 room
342. Uh, thank you very much."
  I left that message on the answering machine of what I hoped was Sarah
Spears' house. I could only now wish for her to return my call.
 
SEPTEMBER 10th

	"Hell-o" I mumbled into the phone, tooth paste dribbling down my chin.
  "Hello Mrs. McCarthy how are you today?" I heard on the other end.
 I smiled and took a seat on the bed in my room.
  "Great." I responded. "And how are you my dashing husband?"
  "Missing you." Came the response.
  "Missing you too."
  "So how are things?"
  "Not bad. I'm meeting with a Mr. Langley. An Agent with the NSA. I
guess he knew Mulder. I don't know."
  "Now you've retorted to baseless inconclusive leads. Simple and
hopeful possibilities."
 This took a minute to set in upstairs and my only answer?
  "Yeah, it's sad."
 I heard my husband laugh at the other end.
 My husband.
 I still couldn't believe it. It sounded so surreal. So unbelievable
but...I couldn't put my finger on it. I was happy. I was fucking happy.
 For the first time in my life.
 Scott was my happiness.
 And maybe, just maybe, Dana Scully was Mulder's.

	"So how did you know Agents Mulder and Scully?" I asked the MIB with
the black glasses and long blonde hair before me.
  "That's classified information." He smiled shyly.
 'Oh Brother'
  "No, actually..." He retracted. "Myself and two others used to
supply...necessity information to Mulder and Scully regarding cases they
were on. Unattainable information."
  "Computer hackers?"
  "Yeah basically." He smiled.
  "Can you tell me a bit about Fox Mulder?"
  "Uh...Well he loved porn." Agent Langley smiled. "Loved it a lot."
  "Uh...Why?"
  "Actually I'm glad you asked because I finally just figured out why he
watched it. I mean he never striked me as the type but..." He started.
"He used it as a means to escape reality. He'd watch it and unlike any
other man wouldn't get a reaction to it. I know I was there a few times
when a few of us rented videos and he'd watch but was like miles away,
always lost in thought."
  "So porn caused him to escape his reality. Forget his problems."
  "Basically." Langley sighed. "He had no real interest in it. He was a
great guy, great sense of humor and a great pal. Couldn't ask for a
better friend. He'd lay his life down for you."
  "Did you know about his daughter?"
  "We met him when she was sick. We did a background check shortly after
we met him and learned that he had a daughter but he never said
anything, we never asked and then when she died we never said anything
because he never said anything."
  "You never stopped by his house?"
  "Yeah, well...Weird thing was he was living in a separate apartment.
He had two residences and the one he listed on his FBI file was is
bachelor pad. Where he worked and escaped. He only got it when Krissa
became sick."
  "What about Dana Scully?"
  "Cool Chick. Do anything for Mulder, some times she would be resistant
but she understood him like no other. I mean when we first met her about
a year after they first met I was amazed. I mean they looked close. I
mean I thought maybe they knew each other previously. But they didn't."
  "Anything else?"
  "Mulder hid aspects of his life from her, like Krissa and Sarah. Never
fully told her about his connection with Diana but I don't blame him
because she looked as jealous and hell when she walked back into the
picture and maybe it's because Dana picked up on something like that
unspoken communication they have."
  "Were they emotionally connected?"
  "In some aspect but they were both afraid to admit their feelings and
fears to each other but when the other has found out the other has been
there and comforted."
  "They watched out for each other, respected each other, cared for each
other...."
  "Loved each other." Langley said rather proudly. "A weird American
love story."
  "Totally weird." I grinned. "But isn't that love anymore? Weird?"
  "No. I only believe the weird ones are real love. Real keepers."


	I flipped through my book of notes I had made. Not having heard back
from Sarah Spears, not being able to get a hold of Scott and terribly
bored out of my mind I was  waiting to receive a package from the Bureau
and Washington and Boston PD. regarding the death of Krissa Mulder. I
wanted to go through the files so I had some interesting stuff to
include in my story and yes, my curiosity was getting the better of me.

	Seven hours after my request for the files, which was issued this
morning, my files finally arrived and I felt like a child on Christmas
morning, but then my anticipation turned to dread because I was about to
see crime scene photos and see investigative reports into the death of a
*real* person, of a young child. Who lived, breathed and loved and never
got to grow up. Someone who would be my age and possibly going through
college, maybe engaged to be married.
 A real person. Not just a story.
 I found myself gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. I
couldn't deal with death. It was plain and simple. I was terrible at it
because of my past, because of the nightmares I used to have as a child
before my mother died of screaming and blackness and gunshots.
 I reached for my asthma inhaler from the side of my bed and inhaled
twice before I laid back bed on apparently fell asleep.

****There was a screeching. I very loud screeching. It hurts my ears. I
heard a woman screaming and a gunshot. I hear something shatter and I
scream, my face now wet and hurting. I can't see anything still though.
It's still black. All back. Always black.****
SEPTEMBER 11th
3:45AM

	I woke up quickly.

	After changing into something more comfortable, my tank top and sweats,
I pulled my hair back, ran some water over my face and slipped on my
reading glasses. 
 I walked over to the table in my hotel room and sat down. I was ready
to read this file and I was going to do that.
 The first two files from the Boston PD. and the Washington PD. were
just crime scene photos and reports, no pictures of Krissa, nothing
really personal about her. I opened up the third file, the one Fox
Mulder opened, her kidnapping file that had "Closed" stamped on it.
 I opened it to a black and white flyer. You could barely see the girl
clearly in the photo so I flipped and sure enough was a picture of a
tiny smiling, beautiful, brunette child with pigtails and a smile on her
face.
 I couldn't believe it. I could not. She looked *so* familiar. I could
swear I've seen her before somewhere, but where?
 I never was shown a picture of her. I surely wouldn't have heard about
this as a kid, I would have been too young and I don't recall anything
from my early childhood so that wouldn't help.
 I never lived in the States according to my mother.
 But why does she look so familiar?
 Yeah, she looked a bit like Fox Mulder and maybe a bit like his late
sister but that's not where I've seen her before. I mean I know I've
seen a photo of a girl like her before.
 
	It took me a few minutes but I shook the feeling off long enough to get
to bed, as much as it bugged me.

	I decided after I woke up to treat myself to something other then room
service this morning. I thought that maybe getting a clear head and
perspective will help me finish my task and not focus on things I can't
change or remember.
 As I grabbed my purse it didn't quite connect with my hand and went
tumbling to the floor. I cursed as I bent down to pick it up.
 The last thing I went to throw back in my purse was my wallet that had
half a picture sticking out of it. The half was my mother, Marita.
 I took the whole picture out and sat down on my butt. Instead of
immediately looking at myself in the picture I look at her. She was
incredibly beautiful for spending most of her day covering up her black
and blue scars from my father. She had long silky brunette hair. Some
how I managed to have thick brunette which I despise.
 After a few moments my eyes wandered to myself when I was seven years
old.
Then I realized it.
I was the person I had seen before that looked like Krissa Mulder.
Oh my God I couldn't deny it.
She looked exactly like me.

*************************************************************************=
**********

AFTER THE X FILES
PART 5

	My idea of going out for breakfast was shattered by my discovery. Okay,
so maybe I was dreaming! But I couldn't just dismiss it and I don't even
know why I am comprehending it but anyways I go and I get the picture of
Krissa and compare. Compare her at five to me at seven.
 Two years later.
 And with the exception of the three inch shorter hair - we look *alike*
 Exactly alike.
 Oh. My. God.
 How could this be?

	Okay, I thought about this rationally for a moment. There is no way
that I'm a dead person. And rationally a lot of kids look the same when
their young. I mean who can tell the babies a part from the diaper
commercials. They all look alike! And...And what about that thing, that
saying that everyone has a twin?
 I am totally working myself up. I mean Krissa is dead. 
 But - But her father thought her kidnapped. They never found a body and
I...My mother could never have kidnapped me. My father never liked me so
he wouldn't have kidnapped me only to give me it to my mother.
 I was blowing this out of proportion. I mean children look - What am I
thinking? Children don't look alike and that's the thing.
 I wasn't sound enough to make this decision so I made a phone call.


	"Alex, tell me, do these two children look one and the same?" I asked a
magazine editor friend of mine.
 Alex put on his glasses and smiled. He sat back in his chair relaxed
after just glancing at the photo.
  "You were such a cute kid Eve."
 I took in a deep breath.
  "This picture is of me." I said, handing him the one I knew for sure
was of *me*. "And this picture is the picture of a kidnapping victim."
 Alex's eyes opened wide and he looked at me.
  "What the hell are you talking about?" Alex asked me. "They both look
like you."
  "That's the thing." I stated. "That's why I asked for your opinion
because I think too. But I'm not a kidnapping victim."
  "Maybe you were a twin."
  "Maybe." I responded. 
  "You know what you do? Run an FBI PCR test and find out if your blood
matches."
  "I don't know if there's any on file for this young girl."
  "There probably will be." Alex told me. "It's worth a check."

SEPTEMBER 13th

	I sat inside one of the labs in FBI Headquarters. I had found a tekkie
that seemed to like me so he promised to run the PCR test ASAP.
 So here I waited for the results. 2 days I had ran around unsure and
quiet. Afraid that if I talked to anyone that I would be crazy. I mean
this is crazy.
 The Tekkie, Ben, walked in and smiled. "Got the results."
  "And?"
 Ben showed me the slides of my blood and Krissa's separately, then he
matched the sheets up and they matched perfectly.
  "Basically, Evealyn -" He glanced down at the sheet. "Verico and
Krissa Mulder are related."
  "How?" I asked.
  "Well only two possible outcomes. They could be mother and daughter,
daughter and aunt or the same person."
  "Why not sister's?"
  "Well, I mean there's a 4% chance but usually sister's have minor
discrepancy's in it. It's rare that they are total matches - even
twins."
  "So what if I were to tell you that these two people were around the
same age?" I asked, showing him the pictures.
 Ben glanced at them.
  "Honestly. To me? They look like the same person. Why? Have you
stumbled upon a kidnapping victim?"
  "...I think so." I answered uneasily.
  "Well there's something else I could do."
  "What?" I asked.
  "Computer aged enhancement. If these two people are the same person
then the end result will be the same."
  "Is that possible even though the pictures were taken a few years
apart?"
  "Yeah." He replied. "Would you like me to try?"
  "Yes." I responded. "Please."


	As Ben loaded the images into the computer and started setting up the 
program I never in my life felt as nervous as I did at that moment. I
felt about        
ready to bring up the breakfast I didn't have. I was about nervous as I
used to 
be at night knowing that my 'father' was on his way home and most likely
had been
drinking and needed a punching bag.
I closed my eyes, trying to rid myself of the memories I had seeping out
all 
over my conscious and my unconscious. Memories I had tried hard and
fought hard to 
erase from my memory. From *my* CPU.
  "Okay, I have this all ready to go." Ben told me, turning around to
catch
me off guard.
  "Oh, okay." I responded, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear,
something
I do when I'm uncomfortable or nervous.
 Ben hit some keys.
  "So how old do we want this person?"
  "Uh - What about...twenty."
  "Can do." He responded and his a few buttons. On the screen appeared
me. "Uh, here's
Evealyn at twenty."
 He looked at me. "She's you."
   "Yeah, I'm Evealyn." I whispered.
 He shook his head like he understood. He hit a few buttons and up came
the
same composition of me.
   "And here's you again - as Krissa."
   "So basically --?"
   "You are Krissa and you are Evealyn."
 Ben noticed I was shaken and man I felt like it.
   "Maybe you should take a seat." He said, helping me down onto the
couch.
   "Oh my God." I chanted.
   "Do you know who your father is?" He asked me.
   "What?" I responded, confused.
   "Well, for another verification I can run a paternity test."
   "I know who's Krissa's father was." I responded.
   "Well who?" He asked me. "I bet I could find a sample of blood."
   "I'm sure you could." I answered. "It's Fox Mulder. Former Special
Agent."
 Ben's face went white.
   "Uh, yeah, okay. I can do this. But I'm going to need a sample of
your blood
too." He told me. "And I'll get his and do this ASAP."
  
SEPTEMBER 15th.

	I spent two days in my hotel room. Not really answering calls and not
really
making any either.
  So all evidence pointed to me being the kidnapped, long lost daughter
of Fox
Mulder.
 I am sooorrry. But this makes no fucking sense.


SEPTEMBER 16th

	"What if I was to suggest to you that I knew that Fox Mulder's daughter
is
alive and kicking and I know where she is?" I asked my husband over the
dinner table,
playing with my noodles, unable to eat.
   "If you were to suggest it then I don't know. If you were to surely
know it then
you're one hell of a investigative reporter."
   "What if I tell you that I have two thirds of convincing and damning
evidence?"
 He looked up at me from dinner. He noticed I was playing with my
noodles.
   "You do realize that you have thirteen days before you have to hand
this in."
 I sighed in realization.
   "And you have yet to locate Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, your
informant was murdered
so now you're screwed. You've got bits and pieces to go by...now you
want to add
damning evidence. What would this be?"
   "FBI PCR test, computer enhancement...waiting for a paternity
confirmation."
   "How did you find her? Who is she?"
   "She is me."
 Scott laughed then sipped his wine. "Funny."
   "I'm not joking." I responded, dead serious.
   "Yeah and neither am I Eve. You are not the long lost, kidnapped,
dead, daughter
of Mr. Fox Mulder. I am sorry babe but I think this case is getting to
you to
much."
   "I'm not crazy. Do you want to see the evidence?"
  He shrugged and I got up. I walked over to my bag, got out the PCR and
the
computer enhancement test.
  I set them down in front of him.
   "That is my blood against Krissa's and a picture of me and her both
enhanced only
to reveal the same person Scott. Me."
   "Eve." He started, looking me into the eye. "I know that this case
has been 
causing a great deal of stress and looking into something as implausible
and far out
as this is just insane and craziness. Why would your father or your
mother kidnap
you when your father hated children? You don't believe that he kidnapped
you to have
a punching bag?"
   "No Scott. Maybe he had no choice. Maybe he took me to keep my mother
from walking.
Scott I've told you before I have no memory from before I was seven."
   "And not a lot of kids do!" He laughed. "I don't."
   "Why won't you believe me? Or the possibility?" I asked, looking at
him.
   "Because this is insane. Because you are not Fox Mulder's daughter.
She is dead."
   "You don't believe in fait?"
   "That you've become full circle, back to him? That it was fait that
led
you here?"
   "Yes."
   "And our marriage is what? Just something on the side? Something you
ran across
on your journey?"
   "Scott no! I'm just saying that you can't just deny the
resemblance...The PCR and
when the paternity test comes back..."
   "You're right Eve! What *I* am saying is that you need to see
someone. A therapist
or some sort of psychologist because of all the fucked up things in your
life. You
have the tendency to believe things that you of all people know aren't
true!"
   "Like what?" I asked, outraged.
   "Like that your father loved you."
 I paused in my tracks.
   "To this day you believe upstairs, in your mind, that your father
never meant
to hurt you or kill your mom. You blame it on yourself because you know
he never
liked you. Your father never loved you Eve. He hated you and your mother
and he's
never going to change and making Fox Mulder into your father is just
another way
to disregard the truth. Fox Mulder was a great father and you are
searching for 
some father figure you can say loved you."
   "I'm not crazy." I cried.
   "I never said you were crazy. I said you needed help. I can't be with
you. Not
when you won't listen to me. Not when you're acting like this!"
   "So...What? Until I abandon my theory and accept the fact that I
never had a 
father who loved me, you aren't going to be my husband?"   
   "I'm not going to be by your side to listen to this craziness,
because I've
put up with it for awhile now and it's gone far enough!"

	I felt my world crash around me as my husband, the one person I thought
loved me, ran out and never looked back.

	And at that moment, I realized that there was no turning back.


End of 5
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****



AFTER THE X FILES
Part 6

SEPTEMBER 17th.
 
	I spent the seventeenth at the mall and the library. Shopping for
biographies
on the most infamous couple in history. Reading all I could.
 I spent the rest of my time at the library, looking in to old archives
of media
stories and newspaper articles.
 Looking at pictures of the happy couple.
 I finally returned to my hotel around five o'clock and I noticed the
message light
blinking on my hotel telephone and my wedding ring beside that.
 I picked it up and the only message I had was from a woman who said she
was
Sarah Spears and that she wanted me to meet her at the Lincoln monument
at 6.
 That gave me an hour.
 I decided not to go as Eve Verico the reporter, but as Eve Verico the
person.
 I decided just to jog to the Washington Monument. To enjoy the air and
to 
clear my head before going to meet the person who was Krissa - my step
mom.

	I reached the Lincoln Monument and it was deserted. I looked at my
watch to
discover that it was ten to six. I stretched a bit before something
caught the
corner of my eye.
 It was a woman. About 5'6, with honey blonde hair. She looked gentle,
almost
fragile and more so after noticing me.
 I too felt something, like a tingle up my spine. A warming, something
telling
me not to be afraid.
   "Sarah Spears?" I asked, approaching her.
   "Yes." She responded. "Eve Verico?"
   "Yes." I whispered.
 Something really unexpected happened. Sarah took me into a hug.
   "Oh my god, you're her. Aren't you?"
 I felt a sob escape my lips.
   "I dreamed about this day. I've never stopped dreaming about this
day."
   "How did you know?" I asked as she studied my face, removing my tears
like my 
mother used to do.
   "I was talking to my brother and he told me what a resemblance you
had...And then
I saw you and I knew. I felt it. A mother's instinct."
   "We had a very strong bond." I responded.
   "Yes we did baby girl." She smiled. "At times we were all we had. You
were my 
world. Even though you weren't mine by blood, in my heart you always
were. How long
have you known?"
   "For a few days...I'm waiting for the results of a paternity test."
   "You don't believe it?" She asked me.
   "Yes." I responded. "I need it so that other people will believe me."
   "Like who? I mean anyone who is anyone to your father and I have
noticed."
   "My...My husband."
   "Your husband? Baby, you're only young."
   "I know...But I love him and he loves me though he thinks I'm crazy.
I lost him
and I can't loose him because he's my world."
 Her motherly instinct kicked in again and again I ended up being
comforted and I 
couldn't deny that this was something I didn't want.
 Since the day my 'mother' died I had longed to be held like this.
 And finally I was being held like this.
 By my mom.

	My mom and I had lots to catch up on and that's what we did. We spent
all
night talking and she told me about when I was young. She told me that
she has been
happily married for eight years and doesn't have any children due to an
injury
she obtained while on duty.
 I told her all about Scott as she rubbed my head. I told her about my
past after
my 'mother' died. All that happened, all I did.
 It was at that moment that I knew I didn't need a paternity test and
that I didn't
need world wide fame and recognition.
 This was my family and our turmoil and I had the heart not to air it on
television,
and Steu was just going to have to except it.

	I had one dilemma left though.
	Where was my father? And would he except me?
	Would there finally be a story book ending to his life? Was he already
 living one and would I be the imposter?


SEPTEMBER 19th.

	I sent all my footage to the studio in Los Angeles. I attached a note
telling
Steu that not only did I not want to finish the assignment, but that I
wouldn't and
that he'd have to get someone else to finish it.
 At the time, yes, that was pretty heartless. I shouldn't have done that
because
Steu gave me a job - but he also demanded me to expose the life, the
painful life
of two people and I guess I would have done it if I wasn't the daughter
of Fox
Mulder and having a father who loved me instead of despise me is
something I've wanted
since long before.
 As for Scott...I don't know. Maybe I'll call him in a few days. I'm not
sure.
 But as for now it was just me and my car and some luggage. For I was
off on a
road trip on the one solid lead I had.
 A Dean of Students in Atlanta that people claim is Dana Scully.

 

ATLANTA        

	Naturally, with my luck it would have to rain upon my arrival to
Atlanta.
  I first decided to check into a hotel before I made my way over to
Nova Terra.
 

ATLANTA CITY HOTEL

	I found myself pacing around my room and not being able to stop. I was
*so*
incredibly nervous. I mean, tomorrow, I'm going to be meeting Fox
Mulder...and Dana
Scully. My father and his wife.
  How was I going to go about this? Was I going to tell him first? What
would I say?
"Hello, I'm your dead daughter. Except me, love me?"
  God, how I wish Scott was here.
  So I decided to dial up the next best thing -- my mom. Sarah.


NOVA TERRA COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE OF MEDICINE
SEPTEMBER 20th.

	I walked through the crowded halls of the Institute. The decor was very
old yet
fashionable.
  I found myself remembering my college days, which helped distract me
from what
I was at the college to do. To find Dana Scully and with my luck Fox
Mulder will 
probably be at her side.
  And I don't know if that would be good luck or bad luck.
  

	The smile on my face had to have been large. I mean, humungous, when I 
found Dana Scully Mulder's Office.
  I made my way past the secretary that wasn't there and into a room
where a female
with red hair had her back turned to me and reading a book.
  I tapped at the door.
   "Mrs. Mulder?" I asked.
  The red head broke out laughing. I mean hysterical laughing. She
turned around and
my breath was taken away.
  There stood Dana Scully. She looked great but her eyes were dark
underneath her
glasses and she even looked a bit sad.
   "I'm sorry." She apologized. "I just haven't had a good laugh like
that in awhile."
   "What do you mean?"
   "Me? Mrs. Fox Mulder?" She smiled. "Sorry Miss, but the door says
Dana Scully."
  She laughed again.
   "Fox Mulder....commitment. Ha." She laughed. "As if."
   "Ms...Scully." I began. "I am terribly sorry."
  Dana Scully waved it off.
   "What can I do for you -- " She notioned towards me.
   "Eve." I responded.
   "As in Verico?" She asked, crossing her arms.
   "Yes."
  Dana Scully smirked. "I'm not giving any interviews. I am sorry,
please show 
yourself out."
   "I'm not doing a story on you." I told her.
   "Oh really. Are you saying that you aren't the Eve Verico that works
for Fox and
is planning a big biography on my life and Agent Mulder's?"
   "I'm saying I was that Eve Verico." I answered her. "But I scraped
the project. I 
couldn't do it. I couldn't expose you and Agent Mulder's life."
   "Oh my God, could this journalist have a heart?"
   "I'd like to think I have some common sense."
   "Then what are you doing here Ms. Verico?" Scully asked me.
   "I need to know where Agent Mulder is."
   "Because -?"
   "For certain reasons..."
   "And you thought that you'd track me down and ask me because you
assumed we were
together and married."
   "Actually because you were easier to find and yes I did assume you
two had a 
happy ending but now that I'm here and my curiosity is getting the
better of me
I would like to know what happened. Off the record."
   "And I should tell you because?"
   "Because of this I've lost my husband, I've lost my job...All because
I've decided
to do the right thing. At least let me know how my story would have
ended."
 Scully sighed, took a seat and notioned me to do the same.
   "So you want to know how it ended."
   "I would like to, yes. I mean I've interviewed lots of people, your
friends, and
everyone believes you two are living happy together."
   "We were." Scully said, opening up a drawer in her desk and looking
at a picture
of her and Mulder.  "We were very happy...We traveled, went to France,
to Maui...
We were very happy."
   "Then what happened?"
   "I wanted to settle down. So we did...We had planned on getting
married. But then
when I suggested having children he grew distant, starting working a
lot. Pushing
off the wedding...He became cozy with a female colleague and to my
knowledge they
had an affair and we split about two years ago."
   "And you don't know where he is, today?"
   "No."
   "And you don't know why he never wanted children?"
   "I first thought that it was because he thought that maybe he'd be a
bad father
but then I came to realize that a child, children, would tie him down.
Fox Mulder
didn't want to be tied down."
 I debated whether or not to tell Dana Scully everything, or at least
some of it.
   "By the sounds of it, you didn't know about Sarah Spears and Krissa."
   "Who?" She asked me.
   "Back in Oxford Fox Mulder met a woman, who ended up pregnant and he
found out
that she was a manic depressive. After his daughter, Krissa, was born
she took off
and killed herself, leaving him with Krissa.
   "He raised her alone until he met Sarah Spears, whom he married. She
too was an FBI
Agent and they were very happy...Krissa became sick and he couldn't take
losing one 
of the best and most pure things he had in his life...He started
drinking and ended
up having a very brief affair with Diana Fowley."
 Dana Scully got up and set her hands on her hips, sighing.
    "Sarah found out and divorced him and left and he was stuck alone
with Krissa.
A short while later Krissa and her nanny were involved in a car
accident. Krissa's
body was never recovered and he believed her kidnapped...Then one day he
just stopped
looking and buried himself in the X Files...That could be his reason."
    "I thought we were close. I couldn't believe he didn't tell me
this."
    "Maybe it was because he was ashamed. It was all his fuck ups that
ruined a perfect thing."
    "This makes me twice as mad. I tried not to think that all we had
was sex and
the X Files keeping us together. That he loved me and that he wasn't
keeping me
just to avoid getting another partner...Now I don't know what to
believe."
    "Whatever you believe, I need to see him."
  Dana Scully looked at me.
    "Why?"
    "Because I found his daughter."
    "She's alive?" Scully asked in disbelief.
    "Just barely." I responded.
    "Last I heard he was in Walla, Walla Washington."
  I nodded. "Do you still love him, in your heart?"
    "Always." She responded, laughing. "And this was our song."
  My ears caught the familiar tune. Monica's "Angel of Mine."
   I smiled, knowing the lyrics and knowing how they too related to my
life.
   I silently made my way to the door.
    "Eve?" Scully asked me.
    "Yeah?"
    "You said you lost your husband? How?"
    "He...He thinks some of my theories are off the wall." I told her
honestly.
    "Do *you* still love him?"
    "He changed me, for the better. I'll never stop loving him."


WALLA WALLA WASHINGTON
SOUTH DISTRICT COMPLEX
SEPTEMBER 23rd.    


	I think anyone would be shocked to be standing in this building and say
that
they were looking for Fox Mulder. How I ended up in this apartment
building that no doubt, and by the look of it, was a drug warehouse, was
beyond me. How Fox Mulder ended up in it was more shocking.
  Dana Scully, once happy, was reduced to a lonely life, by herself,
after Fox Mulder
left, and he was the same.
  But where Dana Scully could at least appear to survive, Fox Mulder let
it known 
that he was dying - inside and out.
  I walked over some bum that was passed out and to the last door on the
fifth floor.
  I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door twice before waiting
for a verdict.
  After a few moments the door opened a bit and there appeared a very
thin man with
very dark eyes, a beard and from the look of it, just got out of bed.
  He rubbed his eyes before looking at me again.
    "Do I know you kid?" He asked.
  I was definitely taken aback. This is Fox Mulder? Holy Shit! 
    "No you don't, but I think you may."
    "Kid you just didn't make any sense. See? Did Arnold send you down
here? Because
if he did then I swear I'm going to kick his ass."
    "Sorry Sir. I don't know any Arnold."
    "Then what are you here for? Are telemarketers making house calls
now?"
    "I came to talk to you about this..." I said, holding up Krissa's
picture.
Fox Mulder's eyes flicked, I could swear, but then they only got darker.
    "Sorry. I don't know what you're talking about. That little girl is
dead."
    "What if she wasn't?"
    "Then I hope she's leading a happy life." He answered sarcastically,
taking the
picture from my hand and ripping it up in four and letting it fall to
the ground.
    "How dare you come here and bring up yet another mistake from my
past."
  And with that he slammed the door in my face.


WALLA MOTOR COURT

	I sat in my fleabag motel, drawing circles on a piece of paper. How was
I 
going to do this? Only if he was a bit happy, maybe he'd notice.
  I felt tears come to my eyes as I realized that Fox Mulder certainly
didn't deserve
the life he was living. He deserved happiness. And I would only bring up
pain. I mean
how could I have been so selfish? 
  I threw my pen down. For once in my life I was going to ignore what I
needed
and I was going to put back together a happy ending.
  I was going to do something for someone else, do something holy.
  I was going to give Fox Mulder and Dana Scully their lives back, their
happy
ending back and then I was just going to slip into the abyss and let
them start over.
  No reminders of the past.
  Only the future.

	
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***

AFTER THE X FILES
Part 7.


	"Yes, this is Dr. Macintosh." I told Dana Scully's secretary, using a
false
British accent. "From Seattle. I was wondering if it possible for Dr.
Scully to 
fly up to Seattle for tomorrow because I've got something I *really*
need her to 
look over, regarding the death of a prominent English man this past week
here in 
Washington."
  I nodded as I heard her secretary go through some things. "But this is
*very*
important and I've had a request from the British Prime Minister to have
Dr. Scully
look this over. It will be a brief consultation....Yes...Yes...Okay, I
would like
it to be tomorrow at four at the Sheridan in Seattle. In the private
conference
room."
   "Yes...This is Andrea Macintosh. Doctor Macintosh. Thank you, I
appreciate it."


	"No, Mr. Mulder I've had specific instructions....Yes, I know you don't
work
in psychology anymore but Mr. Macintosh has insisted I call you. He
needs your help.
This man is threatening to stock a member of the Royal Family and we
can't have
this because they are scheduled to be in the U.S. next week. Mr.
MaCintosh is
willing to come to your place -" I smiled when he objected. "Okay then.
The Sheridan
in Seattle at four o'clock. The Private Conference Room. Thank you very
much."

	I sat back and smiled, satisfied. At least someone would have a happy
ending. And these two deserved it.
	
	My Father deserves another chance at happiness.


THE SHERIDAN HOTEL 
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
SEPTEMBER 25
3:30 PM

	I looked over the Private Conference Room. It was set up with one table
filled with flowers and plates, a bottle of champagne being chilled, a
crystal ball
giving off some light in the dark room. The rest coming from candles.
  I grabbed the remote control for the stereo, made sure the right CD
was in stereo
and walked off to make sure that the people at the front desk knew their
lines.
  

	Dana Scully showed up first. She was wearing a blue silk blouse and
black
short skirt and jacket. Her hair was done up, her small glasses on, she
looked pretty good but was in deep curiosity of why she was meeting
someone in such a fancy decorated room despite having the bell boy tell
her a story.
   
	A few minutes later Fox Mulder strolled in, sporting only a goatee,
glasses
and a suit. He definitely didn't look like the Fox Mulder I had
encountered the
other day.
  I rushed to my position to watch the interaction.


	When the door opened Scully turned around, though she couldn't see that
well
in the dark she could tell a woman did not just walk in, but she asked
anyways.
    "Dr. Macintosh?" She asked.
  I could tell that Mulder recognized the voice and as they got closer
they realized
who was standing before each other. Both were speechless.
    "Scully..." Mulder whispered.
    "Mulder..." She whispered, reaching out and touching his face.
    "Is that you?" She asked.
   Mulder leaned into her hand, tears forming in his eyes.
    "Yes." He cried.
    "My God, what happened?" She asked.
    "We broke up." 
    "You screwed up." Scully pointed out.
    "No I didn't. You thought I did. I never slept with Janie. I never
even kissed her."
    "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me believe?"
    "Because it was my way out."
    "Your way out?" She asked, disgusted.
    "So I could leave. I couldn't hurt you anymore."
    "Because you wouldn't marry me...Because you didn't want to give me
children."
    "Yea...."
    "Why didn't you tell me that you were scared to become a father
because of your
past?"
  Mulder looked in to her eyes.
     "Because...I was a lousy person...Because I screwed up. Because I
didn't want to
bring up any memories."
     "What have you been doing?" Scully asked.
     "Scraping by."
     "Did you set this up?" Scully asked.
     "No. Did you?"
     "No."
   I took this as my cue to turn on the music. Both were stopped in
their tracks
by the familiar tune.
     "Can I have this dance?" Mulder asked, looking at the floor like a
school boy.
     "Yes."
   Mulder and Scully took the floor, holding each other tight and I
found myself
smiling.

	WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU
	I ALREADY KNEW
	THERE WAS SOMETHING 
	INSIDE OF YOU
	SOMETHING I THOUGHT THAT 
	I WOULD NEVER FIND
	ANGEL OF MINE

	I LOOK AT YOU LOOKING AT ME
	NOW I KNOW WHY THEY SAY 
	THE BEST THINGS ARE FREE
	GONNA LOVE YOU 
	BOY YOU ARE SO FINE
	ANGEL OF MINE

	HOW YOU CHANGED MY WORLD
	YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
	I'M DIFFERENT NOW
	YOU HELPED ME GROW

	YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE
	SENT FROM ABOVE
	WHEN I LOST ALL HOPE
	YOU SHOWED ME LOVE
	I'M CHECKIN' FOR YOU
	BOY YOU'RE RIGHT ON TIME
	ANGEL OF MINE

	NOTHING MEANS MORE TO ME
	THAN WHAT WE SHARE
	NO ONE IN THIS WHOLE WORLD
	CAN EVER COMPARE
	LAST NIGHT THE WAY YOU MOVED
	IS STILL ON MY MIND
	ANGEL OF MINE

	WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
	YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
	DEEP INSIDE I NEED TO SHOW

	YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE
	SENT FROM ABOVE
	WHEN I LOST ALL HOPE
	YOU SHOWED ME LOVE
	I'M CHECKIN' FOR YOU 
	BOY YOU'RE RIGHT ON TIME
	ANGEL OF MINE

	I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL 
	EACH MOMENT
	AS IF IT WERE NEW
	EVERY BREATH THAT I TAKE
	THE LOVE THAT WE MAKE
	I ONLY SHARE IT WITH YOU...
	YOU, YOU, YOU
	WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU I ALREADY KNEW
	THERE WAS SOMETHING INSIDE OF YOU
	SOMETHING I THOUGHT THAT 
	I WOULD NEVER FIND
	ANGEL OF MINE

	YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE
	SENT FORM ABOVE
	WHEN I LOST ALL HOPE
	YOU SHOWED ME LOVE
	I'M CHECKIN' FOR YOU
	BOY YOU'RE RIGHT ON TIME
	ANGEL OF MINE

	HOW YOU CHANGED MY WORLD 
	YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
	I'M DIFFERENT NOW
	YOU HELPED ME GROW

	I LOOK AT YOU LOOKING AT ME
	NOW I KNOW WHY THEY SAY 
	THE BEST THINGS ARE FREE
	CHECKIN' FOR YOU
	BOY YOU'RE RIGHT ON TIME
	ANGEL OF MINE....


	I saw Mulder and Scully kiss slowly and I felt the tears in my eyes. I
closed
my eyes and let the tears fall.
  My tears only got worse when the next song, Whitney's Houston's "I
Will Always 
Love you." Came on. The Bodyguard being the first movie I saw with
Scott.
  My job was over.
  It appeared I had succeeded.
  
	Maybe it wasn't too late for Scott and I.



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***

 AFTER THE X FILES
 PART 8

	I stood at the front desk as I paid my bills, swiping every one of my
credit
cards to pay for something I had used while at the Sheridan.
  I turned around when I heard my name, only to realize that it wasn't
my name
that was called, but Krissa's.
  When I turned around I saw Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Fox Mulder was
now wearing
the most spectacular smile, as was Dana Scully.
   "I tossed and turned all night." He explained. "So I reconstructed
the picture
I tore up."
  Mulder produced the picture that was taped up. I stepped near him.
    "I knew it was Krissa...But I never recalled taking the picture,
until I read
the name on the back as Eve...Your beauty...You're her."
    "I have to go." I apologized.
    "But...Why did you come out here then?" Mulder asked me.
    "To create a happy ending. Your story was lacking a happy ending. My
job 
is finished."
    "What about your happy ending? Don't you think you deserve one?"
    "I don't know who I am, and I don't know what I deserve...I don't
think I 
ever have."
    "But you too deserve a happy ending." Scully said. "What about your
husband?"
    "Your married?" Mulder asked me. "But your just a baby."
    "Not anymore...And I haven't been for a long time. I became an adult
the day
that I was kidnapped."
    "Eve!" I heard, turning my head to see Scott jogging in the front
doors, a smile
on his face.
    "Scott?" I asked underneath my breath.
    "Babe you had me so scared. I was so afraid you did something to
yourself -"
    "I'm okay. I'm okay." 
    "I love you so ---" Scott's sentence was derailed when he saw Dana
Scully and
Fox Mulder standing next to me.
    "You found them? I thought you quit. Steu received the tapes..."
    "I couldn't do it. I couldn't expose these people...Especially not
when one of
them is my father - though I know you don't believe me."
    "Actually...I do." Scott admitted rather shamefully. "But it took
the Paternity
Test results to convince me. That's why I tracked you down. To apologize
for being
so stupid."
    "You had no good reason to believe me."
    "I had every reason Eve. You're my wife. Forgive me."
    "Will I regret forgiving you?" I asked him.
    "I promise you that you won't. I love you so much."
    "Well, I've got one more thing."
    "What?" He asked me, rather desperately.
    "My name isn't Eve..." I smiled, looking at Fox Mulder, my father,
and seeing
the light in his eyes. The spark returned. "It's Krissa. Krissa Gracelyn
Mulder."
  I turned and looked at my husband. "McCarthy."


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****

EPILOGUE

DECEMBER 15th 2005.

	I found myself fingering the pearls around my neck, smiling. 
  Today is my wedding day.
    These past few months have been the best of my life. I was re-united
with my 
family.
    My memories of before are little, very little. But that's okay. I
mean, I'm
starting over. Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
    Today I'm marrying the man of my dreams in an exquisite ceremony,
using my legal
name, Krissa.
    I'm on a contract with the Fox Network as a reporter for their new
hit show
"Eye On."
    My Dad's wedding is coming up in March and Dana just found out a few
days ago
that she's finally pregnant - with twins. Both are excited.
   Today, all my family from now and before are here. My mom, my uncle
and aunt...
Old family friends.
  I'm having my dream wedding.
   And the best part? My Dad. My Dad is walking me down the aisle. A
dream of mine 
since I was a child. To have a father,  a good man, walk me down the
aisle and   
today I couldn't ask for anyone better.
   I don't hold a grudge against Marita, actually I'm thankful to her.
She took me in, 
her brother having been the one that caused the crash.
   I've learned to except that the man who acted like my father was
scum, and that
we never loved and never would. That nothing he ever did was my fault.
That nothing
would or will ever change him.
   And I don't care.
   Because for the first time in my life I'm happy.
   I'm whole.
   I'm complete.
   I found my truth, just like my father found his.

     "Hey, baby doll, it's time. Are you ready? Because I'm not and I'd
understand
if you weren't."
     "Dad - You're incorrigible."

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FINI

rvierra@hotmail.com if you got this far.




Little Extra for making it THIS FAR
Q)What do men have in common with tiles?
A)If you lay them right the first time you can walk all over them for
the rest of your life.