TITLE: Run Agent Run! AUTHOR: jeri E-MAIL: ggal1116@yahoo.com OR agentjeri@thexfiles.com WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/jeris_basement/index/html RATING: PG-13 CATEGORY: XRA, M-POV KEYWORDS: MSR, post-ep SPOILERS: Requiem ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line! STARTED: September 8, 2000 FINISHED: September 10, 2000 SUMMARY: Mulder tries to convince the Bounty Paper Towel Man to let him go. Sequel to "Abduct This!" **DISCLAIMER: Yes, I've done it again. So sue me. ::re-reads that last statement:: NO! WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! (PS, the title is once again stolen from my X-Fools CD) EXTRA NOTE: I am SO SORRY!!! This is what happens when I write late at night...AT! was another night-owl fic...someone please send me some sleeping pills (joking, joking!). But thanx to Smurf for her equally night-owl input ;) ^*^*^ ::Previously, on the X-Files:: ::Luvrgal4Me: "Sir, there's something else I need to tell you. Something that I need for you to keep to yourself..." Luvrgal4Me: oh hell what am i doing why am i telling him this especially now of all times he'll feel even worse oh well too late now SkinnManAP: oh god here it comes one last time please let her be okay Luvrgal4Me: "I'm having a hard time explaining it. Or believing it..." SkinnManAP: oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god Luvrgal4Me: here goes nothing Luvrgal4Me: "I'm pregnant." SkinnManAP: jesus h christ Holy fucking cow!:: ^*^*^ This is so unbelievable. No, let me re-phrase that: This is so abso-fuckin-lutely unbe-fuckin-lievable! This is so mind blowing... Wait. Let's think here for a moment. Scully is barren. She had her ova siphoned out of her womb when *she* was abducted. So she can't get pregnant. She must have gotten the wrong test. But let's think again. This *is* Scully we're talking about. She knows even better than me that she can't be pregnant. This means she would have the test done so many times to confirm it...hell, she'd probably do the test herself! So that means she's convinced. Which means she's pregnant. Holy fucking cow. Before I can control myself, I hear a loud "whoop!" of excitement leave my mouth. I cringe instantly, realizing that this will draw unwanted attention from unwanted Fettabees. Of course, I think I know why Bobba Fett was po'ed that I was jumped aboard. I guess he's a family man at heart. Kinda reassuring, isn't it? So now that I've found the name of the Rebel Base...hmm... I turn toward the door and yell, "HELLO?!" at the top of my lungs. I figure banging on the metal will help as well, so I begin to pound my poor fist repeatedly into the door. A zillion years later, Bobba Fett flings open the door, and his face is contorted in a decidedly infuriated way. "What the hell is your problem?!" he bellows. Somehow, I stand my ground. "I've found the name you wanted." I hold up the slip of paper that reads "Sthgincitlec"; there's no way that I'm gonna try to pronounce that. He gapes at me. "Sthgincitlec? Of course!" I take note of his pronunciation: sith-gin`-sit-lek. "So, uh, where is this Sthgincitlec?" I impress him with my quick study of alien language. "Sthgincitlec is our word for your inner earth," he replies calmly. "We've always known that it was possible for the Rebels to have inner space technology, but we've not seen proof of that. I suppose they've hidden it quite well..." "Guess so!" I agree heartily. "So, how 'bout you drop me off in DC now, and we'll keep your secrets for world domination our little secret?" BF scoffs at this, as he rightly should. He knows as well as I do that the moment I get some solid evidence to back me up, I'm telling the world about the Project. "I'll see what I can do, Agent Mulder. It may take some time, however. We have a schedule to follow, you know." I nod, even though I really haven't the slightest idea what he's talking about. "Um, well, I've got a couple questions then." I don't know where this is coming from, either. I'm not even sure what I'm going to ask. "What do I call you?" *That's* what I *had* to ask him? How lame! BF looks at me oddly; I'm sure he's thinking that I'm a nutcase and should never have been allowed in the FBI in the first place. "I guess you can call me Luke," he finally responds. I'm dumbstruck. Luke. Luke Skywalker? Shit, I've been calling him Bobba Fett all this time... Wait? Luke Skywalker? That reminds me... "How about Eddie?" I ask, trying not to cringe and/or laugh. Luke/Eddie/BF doesn't get it, so I just shake my head. "Well, anyway, about my second question..." Oh I can't wait to hear this... "Is there any way that I can get people that I hear to hear me back?" Christ, I'm a Goddamn genius! "Well, sure," he answers me, his tone suggesting that this is the most obvious thing in the world next to the fact that OJ did it. "Just think something back and click on Send." "You use the IM method, too?" Method? How do I know it's a method? "Sure." Once again, I feel like a juror in Ito's court. "What else would I use?" He walks away, shaking his head in what I think is amusement. I return to my "comfortable" seat, and once again I concentrate on Luvrgal4Me's IM. Luvrgal4Me: get me out of here like now right now i want to get going In my mind I create a nice screen name that accurately describes me: SenorSpooky. Hey, it works! SenorSpooky: scully can you hear me Luvrgal4Me: oh great now i'm hearing his voice i'm delusional on top of being pregnant now they'll never let me out SenorSpooky: no no scully it's me it's mulder i'm okay really i'm on the ship that skinner saw but i'm not injured or anything Luvrgal4Me: oh god mulder is it really you god how is this happening how are you doing this SenorSpooky: heh heh it's kinda hard to explain suffice it to say that i've got those powers back i had to use them to listen in on krycek Luvrgal4Me: you can do that just listen in god have have you listened to me I'm not sure what the "right" answer is in this case. Should I tell her that I know her secret, *our* secret? Or should I feign ignorance and let her tell me the news herself. I better go for honesty. SenorSpooky: actually i did a bit I pause to make her wonder... SenorSpooky: mom ^*^*^ We talked for a long time. Well, I guess "talk" isn't the right word, exactly, but our thought-conversation was quite lengthy. We decided that it's best if no one else knows that we can communicate like this. She's going to play the part of the widow, not let anyone move into my spot, but not let them know that I'm still around. Not even Skinner will get this information. We know he's been compromised, and we don't want Krycek knowing this information. I told her to find out the sex of the baby as soon as it's possible to do so. I want to know...well, just in case the unmentionable happens. If I don't make it back home, I'd like to know if I have a son or a daughter. I've already begun a list of names that I like. "Fox" has been studiously omitted. Of course, our biggest fear is that this baby isn't just a happy miracle. The whole incident with CGB is sticking in my mind rather annoyingly. She's already made appointments to do paternity tests. Her doctor is rather confused as to why, but all she tells him is that she just wants to see it in writing. I'm patiently waiting for Luke/Eddie/BF to come back and tell me when I can go home. I realize that we may be going in the opposite direction now, but as long as I'm guaranteed to return before Scully begins to show, then I won't complain, and I'll recommend their limo service to all my MUFON friends. I don't feel like sitting here anymore. There's no view, and no one to talk to. Scully's got to do some official stuff, and she's requested that I leave her alone for a few hours. So, I open the door and go for a self-guided tour around the ship. Ah, there's the kitchen...whoa, I don't think I'm gonna ask for food anytime soon. I keep walking on, wondering where the cockpit is. Do alien ships have a cockpit? Or do computers take care of all the flying? I have a deep desire to find out the answer to that question. Onward! Fifteen minutes later (I guess, my watch stopped a while ago), I come across a room that holds the other Oregonian abductees. "Agent Mulder?" I find the owner of the timid voice: Theresa Nemman Hosey. "What's up, Theresa?" She looks a bit flustered. "You found the information? That...that man said we might be able to go home soon." I nodded. "Yes, I found what they wanted. I don't know when we're going home, though. I really hope it's soon..." I didn't realize I'd said that last phrase aloud until Theresa and Ray, who sat beside her, nodded. "The baby..." he moaned, and it took me a minute to stop wondering how they'd found out about Scully and realize they meant *their* baby. "How about I go wander around and try to find him? Maybe he'll know what's going on by now." They nod encouragingly; I shoot them a quick smile and head back into the corridor. I think I'm hopelessly lost, when out of the blue I see the Bounty Hunter trotting my way. "Agent Mulder, they don't want to let you go," he announces in a low voice. "What?!" I'm stunned. What use could I possibly be now? "Why not?" "They feel that your powers and quick learning abilities could come in handy at unknown points in the future. To put you back now, then take you again, would only cause unwanted attention. They feel that it's just easier to cryogenically freeze you to hold access to your brain." "You're fucking with me." Damn, that's twice in five hours (I think) that I've used that word! A new record for me! "I assure you, Agent Mulder, if you do not escape when we drop off the other Oregonians, you will never leave. So here is what I suggest: "Run, Agent. Run." THE END ^*^*^ 4 out of 5 doctors say expressing your enjoyment of a fanfic to its author increases your life expectancy 23-23.8 years. 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