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NO NAME
PRETEND NO NAME
By Melody Morgan Carter
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TITLE: No Name: Pretend No Name
AUTHOR: Melody Morgan Carter
E-MAIL: xduchess@freemail.it or xmelody@hotmail.com
RATED: R
CATEGORY: C
SPOILER: Little references to Fight the Future (nothing that
     could spoil it, but there are only few remarks about 
     it), but this is placed before "The End."
KEYWORDS: Crossover X-Files/The Pretender
SUMMARY: During the events in "No Name" by Steve Wagner, Scully
     meets a particular guard.
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Scully and Mulder nor Jarod. The other
     characters you recognize here are owned by their owners 
     (pretty clear? Crystal ;) I didn't make money for this. 
     Hey, CC, understand? We Love You! "No Name" is a 
     copyright text by Steve Wagner.
ARCHIVES: Drop me an e-mail, so I can visit your archive, OK? 
     Always and everywhere, but keep my name with it and do 
     not change it, please.
NOTES: Obviously, you have to read "No Name" to wholly 
     understand this one, though I have change a little the sale.
     BTW Steve Wagner's creation is great.

I'm non-English, so forgive me mistakes and bugs! I've learned 
English more from fanfics than from school, so sue the fanfic 
writers for my mistakes! It's a joke... (And I'm using three 
English dictionaries and an English text editor... cheese... I'm 
crazy not stupid...) Plus, Steve corrected himself my work :).



Kisses from Como!

This is a little authorized story related with the "No Name" 
Universe written by Steve Wagner (wagnersm@mindspring.com). It's 
not a sequel, it's something like a missing scene. It's something 
I have to write.

And now... Who's Jarod?
OK, I have to explain. "Jarod the Pretender" is my second 
favorite TV show (guess which is the first: X-Files, X-Files or 
X-Files?). Jarod is a pretender, grown up as a simulator, and 
escaped from the Center, an association that used Jarod for a lot 
of things. He could become a person and disclose its soul and 
secret. He was used to find the truth but also for simulations of 
evil crimes that the Center committed after testing them through 
Jarod. When he found out what they have done with him, he escaped 
the Center, started to wander and take revenge on the bad 
people. He is intelligent and vindictive, 
but he also is naive with the simple people like children. In 
his wandering, he's pursued by Miss Parker and Sydney. 

For all who knows Jarod better than me: I know I'll make some 
mistakes about him. I've seen only the first season, so sue RAI 
(Italian) and TSI (Swiss) televisions... 

For all who love Jarod and X-Files: I know, I have to write a 
Jarod-File with more X and more M&S. I hope I'll can do it (after 
the success of my X-Files/Millennium crossover), but I think I'll 
be able to write it only in Italian.

OK, I'm raving. Now, I hope you can enjoy the story.

Anyway, drop me an e-mail. -- (Is this a rhyme? I'd call it 
assonance... God, Dante's turning over in his grave...)

<<OCCHEI NAU RIID DIS STORI EBAUT IX-FAILS!
The DO isn't more in vogue.>>
(Oh God, tomorrow there's X-Files in TV after 6 months of 
absence...)


NO NAME - Pretend No Name
Melody Morgan Carter (xduchess@freemail.it)


This is devoted to Ema
"I want you to be my Martin William!"

<<Oh yes, I'm the Great Pretender...
I'm wearing my heart like a crown...
Pretending that you're still around...>>
(Freddie Mercury)

He was studying her face. She looked like a statue. Yeah. A 
statue by Michelangelo. Or Donatello. A petite statue that Donatello had carved and polished for his very own.
He liked her. He picked up the scissors and cut carefully the 
article, opened his red notebook and stuck it, passing his palm 
over the paper. Jarod smiled. 



Washington, DC.

It was a beautiful place to be an FBI agent. But now this was 
over. 

He closed the book, pressing the pages together. Standing up, 
he picked up his bag and headed for the fountains. There was a 
man standing by the pool, observing it like he didn't see it.

--It's a reflecting pool-- Jarod thought, opening again his 
notebook. He looked down at the third article he had collected in 
the past six months. There were two people in that photo. One was 
the statue-beautiful woman. The other was the man by the pool. 
Six months ago they were separated. And now he was there, with a 
vacuous stare. Too much time. Jarod regretted he had spent so 
much time hunting down those invisible men... Invisible like the 
Center. More evil, if possible. He read about them in the X-
Files. He listened to the recording of two brave agents.

But this time Jarod had failed.

So he had to do something else. He looked for the last time 
toward Fox Mulder, then turned on his heels and went on his new 
way. Heading for Alcatraz.



Mulder was looking down in the water, thinking over and over. 
He really wanted Scully to come back to him. But the only things 
he could focus on were the "execution" they have sent him on 
videotape and the sentence: "Death by slavery." Ohgodohgodohgod. 
Scully... Now he was wearing her cross. Hoping he could rescue 
her from that hell.



In his room, Jarod felt a little claustrophobic, but he liked 
it. The room wasn't little, just it was in the worst prison in 
the USA. One of his false curriculums was useful to enter into 
that system as a guard. The evilest guard. His false reputation 
preceded him, so now he was known as the hardest guard on the 
Earth. Maybe in Solar System too. He knew he was able to be 
anything he wanted. And now, he wanted to be like an almond. Hard 
out, sweet in.

He looked on the screen of his computer, where a ten-year-old 
Jarod was going toward a gas chamber.

"These are my last minutes," the child on the screen mumbles. 
"I'm going to examine my soul. What I have done?"

In the right angle of the video stood Sydney.

"I'm going to die. I'm scared." Little Jarod looked up at the 
man. "I'm not guilty." He said, stopping by the door. "Sydney, 
he was innocent."

"Yes," said the man, pleased by the simulation. "Yes. Good, 
Jarod. He was innocent."

"But he died." The child looked up at the man. "Why, Sydney? 
Why an innocent person have to die for something he hasn't 
done?"

Jarod turned off the computer and picked up his red book. He 
opened it in a central page. He looked at her face. It was a 
gentle face, not a criminal's one. --I don't think the black and 
white photos do her beauty justice.-- Jarod thought, though he 
had never seen her in person or in a color image.

He studied her gait, her beauty and her eyes. Eyes of a strong 
woman. A woman who couldn't have killed without a good reason.

"She was innocent," he told to himself. "She was *innocent*." 
He stared at the photo outside the tribunal, the night before the 
final trial. Mulder stood behind her, grasping her by the 
shoulder, protecting her from an enraged crowd. "And he wasn't 
guilty too."



The next evening, a man came in his room. "Sir Gillnizt, it's 
your turn to chose a girl." 

If he didn't know what that man (man?) was talking about, he'd 
surely screamed a disconcerted "What?!". Jarod put the book he 
was reading on the desk and then rose. He knew now came a 
difficult part. Recognize her between the other girls. While he 
was walking in the hallway, Jarod thought about all the women 
there. How many were innocent? How many... God... His thoughts 
were stopped by the vision. How many people.

He looked at them, founding one who was not very tall, with a 
pretty face, the beauty of a statue.

And red hair.

--Oh man,-- He hasn't figured she was a redhead. He thought 
she was brown, almost black... Maybe the hair was dyed.

"Sir, want some..."

"No. I've chosen. I want that girl. The second."

"Red!" The soldier exclaimed. "She's pretty hot, I've tried her 
one night and..."

"Go and bring her into my room." Jarod ordered, cutting him.

"Yes sir." The soldier said embarrassed.



Mulder was lying on his sofa, thinking about Scully. What was 
she going to do? What was she suffering because of him? Mulder 
started to cry the 100th time in that day. 


A soft knocked echoed in the room. "Yeah. Come in," Jarod 
replied.

The little redhead was thrust forward by the soldier. "Here's 
your girl, sir." 

"OK." Jarod said, looking at her. "Now leave." When the door 
was closed he smiled at her.

Scully shuddered.

"Hey, could you lock the door?"

"Yes master," she said, doing what she was told.

"Thank you," he said.

"My pleasure, master."

"Yeah." Jarod was a little embarrassed. This woman was dressed 
like a slut. "Oh... please, have a seat."

Scully found the chair with her touch, wanting to not give him 
her back.

"Please, don't worry."

Dana nodded.

--Oh yeah,-- Jarod told himself sarcastically. --You're a 
genius with the women... what I have to do?-- Maybe some 
incursions on Gossamer were good, before this evening. "Yeah... 
Uhm... what's your name?"

"Master, if you like it, my name is Red."

"Red?" Jarod asked, disconcerted.

"Ah... if..."

"No, no... I meant... you real name."

"I... I don't know."

--God, this is a nightmare,-- Jarod told himself. He was locked 
in a room with a woman he had to rescue, but she didn't know who 
she was. "Well... OK. Could I call you with... a name chosen by 
me?"

"Yes master."

"Yeah... I like... Dana." He saw her jump. "Don't you like it? 
Want another name?"

"Yes... No... Yes... I like it."

Jarod nodded. "OK. So..." --So? Now? Oh man...-- "So... what do 
you like?"

"I like what you like, sir."

--Ohgod!!!!!!!-- Jarod's mind was tottering. He didn't know 
what he had to do with her. "Yeah... Uhm... Would you like some 
biscuits?"

"Yes sir," she said.

"Good." Jarod picked up a little metal box, opening it and 
offering her two-sided biscuits. "A child told me how to ate 
these," he said, looking Dana pick up shyly a candy. "She told me 
you have to detach the biscuits and lick off the cream." He did 
so and looked at her do it with a lustful glance, a conditional 
reflex. --Wrong move.-- Jarod told himself, as he look Scully 
eating the biscuit.

"If I may ask, master," Scully stopped, looking for his 
consent, and then went on. "What you want your slave to do?"

Jarod leaned back against the wall. "Well... Would you like to 
talk a little?"

"Yes sir," she said.

"Mhm.... Well... What do you... you as a person, like to do?"

Dana staid silent, trembling a little. Then she answered. "I 
like to make love."

Jarod sighed lowly, --God, she was brainwashed very well...--

"I like to stay with my masters, sir."

"Yeah, sure," he said, standing up and going to the window. 
Outside was dark, there weren't stars. He sensed Dana standing up, 
and coming behind him. "I'm sorry, master. I'm very sorry." Her 
voice was frightened and tearful. 

Jarod turned around, only to see her, kneeling on the floor. He 
sighed and kneeling in front of her. "Hey. You haven't done 
anything bad, OK?" He reached out a tentative hand. She didn't 
move, but Jarod thought it was only because her eyes were shut. 
He pulled a red curl back from her face, sensing her tense. "Have 
a seat," he said, pointing at the bad. They rose together and 
Jarod pushed her softly toward the bed with a hand on the small 
of her back. Dana sat down near him, waiting.

Jarod took the loose curl between two fingers. "I was wondering 
if you are a redhead, or you dyed your hair."

"My hair is red, sir." 

"Beautiful color. It's the rarest color too, you know?"

"Yes sir."

Jarod sat cross-legged on the bed, facing her profile. "So, if 
you... if you weren't here, what would do you like to do?"

"Ah... I don't know, sir..."

"Come on, Dana, a bit of imagination."

Scully lifted her eyes on him. "I'd... I'd like to be a medical 
doctor."

"Oh, great. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful doctor. Or... You're 
yet a doctor, aren't you?"

Dana lowered her head. "Yes, I'm trained."

"Am I boring?"

"No, sir, not at all."

Jarod smiled. "*Truth* be told," he said, emphasizing the first 
word. "I'm not a man who like this kind of company."

"Sorry, sir... I'm... I think... I..."

"Shhhh. It's OK. It's not your fault. *Never was*."

Dana lifted her head suddenly. --Has he said what I think he 
has said?--

"You look very tired. Why don't you lie down a bit, while I'm 
working?" Jarod stood up, walking to the desk.

Dana looked at him, incredulous. "You... Master, if I may ask, 
do you want me to sleep?"

"You looked very tired."

Dana didn't understand. --Does he want to take me while I'm 
sleeping?--

"Hey, Red, you heard me?"

"Y-yes, sir yes."

"OK, go to sleep. I wake you up when it's time."



Miss Parker lit a cigarette, looking down at the report signed 
by "Jarod Carter."

"Sorry, Miss Parker."

Walter Skinner knocked slightly on the "No Smoking Please" sign 
on his desk.

"Hey, then why the hell have you got an ashtray?" she hissed, 
but didn't wait for his reply. "We need these files." She stood 
up. "Nothing else about Special Agent Carter?"

Skinner nodded. "He was the best agent I ever had." Then added 
under his breath: "Except... two others." He sighed. "It's all?"

"Yeah. It's all. For now."

Parker exited the rooms, with a little feeling of failure. 
--Goddamned Jarod. In the FBI, now...-- And then? Where he was 
going? He looked around in the Bureau, nosing here and there. And 
the one and only clue was a photo with the pool in Constitution 
Avenue, near the FBI building.

"Something new?" Sydney asked, arriving by her.

"Nah." She opened a file, reading fast.



Jarod was reading the articles over and over. He compared the 
photos on his book with the real Scully. Yes. This was she. He 
sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing her hair back from her 
face. "You look beautiful," he whispered at the sleepy woman. He 
stroked her face gently. "Hey, Dana... Wake up..."

"Just one moment," she said, in drowsiness.

"OK." Jarod smiled, and picked up his notebook, looking down at 
another photo. Scully and Mulder where walking through the 
tribunal door, Mulder beside her. He closed the book and put in 
down.

Dana's eyes fluttered a little. She tried to stand up quickly, 
but the covers stopped her. "Oh God!" she cried. "I'm sorry, 
sir... I'm... I was dreaming... and I..."

"Shhh, it's OK. Want to rest some minutes more?"

"No... no, thank you, thank you, sir..." Jarod smiled. Scully 
stood up, trying to remember what they have done the night. She 
sat on the edge, near him. "Sir, I think I've... failed."

"Why?"

"I... I slept all the night, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"I-I..."

"It's OK. Watching you sleep is more beautiful then... hum... 
then..." Jarod closed briefly his eyes, his mind screaming: --I 
want *experiences*!--. He smiled at her: "Then eating biscuits."

Scully lowered her eyes. "Sir..."

"Dana, would you like if I choose you again, the next time?"

"Sir... Hum... Sure... hum... I... I... it... the next time... 
I... I won't fail."

Jarod shook his head. "You haven't ever failed, Dana. Remember 
that."



The next week past quickly. Mulder was trying to get through 
a strange case that Skinner gave him, but his mind was in another 
state. Miss Parker and Sydney made no progress in their pursuit. 
She came only to a point: if Jarod left a photo of that pool, in 
that they'd found some clue. In the meantime, Jarod was searching 
in the database of the prison of Alcatraz, finding that Scully 
had lied to him. And he wondered why. He guarded over the 
exercise area, looking down at the women, searching every minute 
for Dana. He knew his position gave him some advantages and 
benefits, and a bit of immunity, but they thought he was an evil 
guard and he made his best to appear (but not to be) like that. 
He also managed to stay as far as possible from the prisoners. 

"Sir," the soldier called him in the hallway. "Do you want to 
come to make your choice?"

Jarod walked to him. "I want that pretty redhead I took the 
other week," he said, with strong voice.

"I'll bring her to you, sir," the soldier said and left.

In his room he heard her arrive and knock at the door. "Come 
in," he replied. She entered and looked him with shy eyes. "Hi 
Dana," he said.

"Master, want me to lock the door?"

"Yes." Jarod studied her. "We have to talk."

Dana locked the door, then turned around very slowly. "Yes, 
sir... If I may ask... about what?"

"About your lies."

Scully jumped back, against the wall. "Oh God..." she 
whispered. "Master I..."

Jarod looked at her. "Why have you lied to me, Dana Scully?"

She closed her eyes, trembling, wanting the earth to eat her.

"I know who you are, Dana Scully. Special agent Dana Scully, 
Medical Doctor."

Dana dropped on her legs, bursting out crying. "I'm sorry, sir, 
I... I..." Jarod sat down next to her, a little frightened by 
her reaction. "Please... please don't denounce me... please..."

"No, no..." He put his arms around her back. "Come here, relax. 
I don't want to hurt you." He stroked her hair, trying to soothe 
her. "I just want to know why you lied to me, OK?"

Dana sniffed. "Sir..."

Jarod stood up, keeping her close. "Sit on the bed," he ordered 
her. Then he gave her a tissue, sitting down beside her. "Talk 
to me."

"I... was scared... about... about what... I was."

"Why? You were a brave and right agent."

"I *was*. I'm not that now. I'm just a sex slave."

"No. You're an FBI agent, and you know you're this deep in you 
heart." Dana lowered her eyes. Jarod put an arm around her 
shoulder. "It's ok, Dana. I want to help you."

"Could... If I may..."

"Stop with this futile chitchat, Dana."

"I'm sor..."

"Hey!" Dana covered her face with both hands. "OK, Dana, sorry, 
it's ok. Go on. I want to help you. Want you me to help you?"

"Yes," she said. "Could I be brain-wiped?"

"What?!" Jarod screamed.

"I just want to forget all my past life. I know this is the 
only way to go on."

"No! You can't think this is the right way. I don't want you 
to."

"I'm sorry, sir, this is the only life I know. They have made me to 
be like this."

Jarod grasped her shoulders. "I know. I know. But you have to 
fight."

"I can't fight. They'll torture and kill me."

--That's right-- he thought. "Dana, I think... after this... 
you'll have to fight. For yourself... for... for the world." 

"Who you are?" Dana asked out of the blue.

Jarod stared at her for a moment. "I'm not a guard," he 
whispered in her ear.

"What?" she said in lower voice.

"Not for real."

"You scare me..."

"Why?"

Dana kept the edge of her skirt between her fingertips. "They 
said you are the evilest guard in the USA prison system."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not," she said, a little smile on her lips.

Jarod smiled back at her. "And you?"

"I've no name, sir," she replied, lowered her glance.

"And I've no surname, Dana."

She turned a little. "What do you mean... if I... what do you 
mean?"

Jarod gazed her blue eyes. "I don't know who my parents are, 
they ripped me from my mom and my dad when I was young. And I 
didn't remember them."

"Who?"

"The Center. I was... I am a chameleon-man. And I'm useful for 
them. They're chasing me down like a fox." The use of that word 
wasn't casually. He sensed her tense. "But you can go back to a 
normal life. If you want."

"No. I can't." she said. "The next week there's the auction. I 
will be bought."

"You'll be bought by the best bidder, won't you?"

"Yes sir."

"And if you want I could be the best bidder."

Dana rose her eyes. "Why?"

"Because I know you're innocent. I know it for real." Jarod 
sighed. "And I failed."

Dana stood silently.

"I couldn't bring the Consortium to the authorities."

"No one ever could."

"No. You and Mulder. I think you two can do it."

Dana shook her head. "I'm not an FBI agent. I'm just..."

"I know what you think what you are." Jarod stopped her. "But 
please, stop to tell me this crap, ok?"

"I'm no longer able to do my ex-job."

"OK, but you're innocent and I want you to be free."

"But... What can I do?"

"You're a doctor, the doctors are inventive, aren't they?" 
Jarod smiled and hugged her. "Could you resist for another week?"

"I like what I do."

Jarod closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair. "It's not 
right."

Dana hugged him too, and then rose her face, kissing him on the 
lips. Jarod jumped back frightened. "No..." he said. "Oh... 
Dana..."

"I want to thank you," she said, kissing sweetly his neck.

"No, stop."

Dana withdrew. "I-I'm sorry, sir."

"Oh... No... it's just... strange."

"Strange what?"

"This..." the Pretender smiled.

"You... you never have a girl?"

He was silent, then he said: "No."

"I... I'm sorry, if you want..."

"It's ok, Dana."

"Do you want to sleep with me?" she asked.

"S-sleep? Oh..." Jarod smiled. "I'd love to."

Scully smiled. "Me too."



In the dark of the room, Dana reached out a hand, searching for 
his. She started to love the manners of this man who didn't know 
the double sense of "sleeping together". They laid in the same 
bed, Jarod pressing his handsome body toward her back, embracing 
her from behind. He wasn't sleeping, because at her movement he 
kept her hand in his and kissed lightly her head. "I think I'm 
falling in love with you, Dana," he whispered. "I don't know how 
is falling in love with a person. But if... if it's that I 
couldn't keep my mind away from you, if I... want you to stay 
with me forever... that is. I love you."

Dana smiled. "Would you make love to me?"

"I don't know... I think... When I'll rescue you... maybe. Not 
now."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to use you. I don't want to make love 
with a slave."

"I'll always be a slave."

"No. I think... I know you'll be a free woman."

"But..."

"Shhhh..." Jarod smiled against her hair. "Shut up, now, and 
sleep."



Mulder had planned to go in San Francisco the day of the 
auction. He had collected as much money as he could. He had 
packed his gun too. He didn't want to come back to Washington 
DC without Scully. That morning, the day before, he had talked to 
Skinner, the AD had understood the situation and let him do what 
he has to do. 

Now Mulder was walking by the pool, looking at the sky. --How 
much I missed her.--



Miss Parker watched down to the pool from the windows of the 
office they have obtained. Outside there was just a man walking 
by the pool. "What the hell we have to find, Sydney?!" she said, 
enraged.

The old man looked at the smoke rising from her cigarette. "I 
don't know."

She looked in the binoculars, studying the little park. "The 
just one man by the pool," she said.

Sydney took the binoculars she past him not very kindly. He 
looked absently in them. "That man is there every time I look."

Miss Parker jerked. "What?!" She ripped the binoculars from 
Sydney's hand. "Who is?"

"I don't know, Parker," he said, turning to sit down.

In the meanwhile Mulder left.



Jarod assured that Dana would be sold only to him, influencing 
the submitted guard and his own superiors. The day of the auction 
there wasn't a lot of people. He sat in the middle of the room, 
waiting to spend some Center's money for another good cause.

As he had planned, he won the auction. Then, satisfied, he 
stood up and exited the room. He didn't notice Fox Mulder, 
looking at him wondering if he could kill the man and take Scully 
from him. Frohike and Byers were with him. Mulder caressed his 
gun through the fabric.

"Mulder, be quiet. If you shoot him, the next on that platform 
to be sold will be yourself."

"Why?" Mulder whispered.

"Maybe you could make a deal with him." Frohike stopped as they 
saw Dana escorted out toward the little room where the Pretender 
was waiting for her. She didn't notice the trio and entered shyly 
the room.



Miss Parker looked down at the list of cases Jarod had solved 
in his months at the FBI. There was the list of the fonts.

"What's the hell is the X-File?" she said out loud. "Jarod had 
done a lot of work in it."

"It's an FBI section. It's about strange cases, something like 
that..." Sydney replied.

"God!" she exclaimed. "This is the man by the pool!"

"Who?"

"This man, Fox... Fox? What a name!... Fox Mulder, is the agent 
of the X-Files." Parker looked in the file. "He didn't work 
alone... He has a partner, Dana Scully." Her eyes widened. "He 
*had* a partner. They condemned her at death by slavery."

"Alcatraz." Sydney concluded.



"Hey." Jarod greeted her.

"Good evening, Master," she said. She couldn't accept what 
Jarod had said her the previous week.

"What's that tone?" he asked, sorry.

"I'm here to serve you, sir."

"God, Dana..." Jarod mumbled. "You don't trust me, do you?"

Scully rose her eyes. "I've a hard time trusting anyone, sir. 
I'm sorry."

Jarod shook his head. "It's normal," he whispered. He had hoped 
she was savable. But she wasn't giving him many hopes. "OK, 
Dana... I'm..." A hard knock on the door stooped him. He stood 
up, gesturing her to sit down, and then he went to the door. He 
opened it lightly. "Yes?" There was a man outside. --God, I know 
this man.-- Jarod thought. --Who is?-- 

Mulder stood right in front of him. "Could I talk you in 
private, sir?"

Jarod glanced to Dana. "I'm just outside," he said, closing the 
door behind him. "Yes?"

"Well...," Mulder stared at his shoes. "I was wondering why did 
you buy this... this slave." The last word was forced out of his 
throat. 

Jarod thought a bit, then answered. "'Cause I like her."

"At that price?"

"Yeah. You've finished?"

"No." Fox said firmly. "I want to buy her from you."

"What? Why?"

"I... I... I have a good reason."

Jarod shook his head. "She isn't for sale, now."

"Please. I'll give you more than you paid for her."

"I said, she is *not* for sale. And this isn't about money." 
Jarod turned to walk away.

"Sir, she was my partner."

Jarod stopped.

"I loved her." Mulder added.

The Pretender turned toward him. "Fox Mulder?"

He blinked. "Yes..."

"Oh good, you found me before I have to find you. Wait a 
moment." Jarod entered the little room, seeing Scully stand up 
suddenly.

"Relax." He smiled her. "There's a person here for you."

Dana saw Mulder behind the door.

"I... Master, I don't want to see him."

This deeply surprised him. "Why?"

"I... please, Master... I..."

"You just said me you don't trust me..."

Dana was weeping and Jarod reached out to dry her face with a 
hand. "God..." He whispered as the make-up melted in his palm. 
"What's this... Dana... Someone bit you..."

"Oh... sir... the day before yesterday. I wasn't good and..."

"Shhhhh..." Jarod hugged her. "It's ok. It's finished. Mulder 
is here to help you."

"Oh God, Master, bring me with you... please... I don't want to 
go with him...."

"Why?"

"I'm not Dana Scully. I'm not his partner. I don't want him to 
see me in this mien. I... I... Oh... Sorry, I'm sorry sir..."

"Stop it, Dana. You have to go back to him. I'm not the one who 
can help you. I'm always traveling, I'm pursuing down by some 
men, and I can't bring you with me."

Dana rose her head.

Outside Mulder was looking the scene wondering about the 
dialogue. Was she crying because he wanted to take her for him? 
Oh yes, sure. He probably wanted her to do disgusting things. Fox 
saw Dana nodding. Than she dried her face, while Jarod took her 
wrist and dragged her by the door. "OK. We have a pact." The 
Pretender rose Scully's hand, giving it to Mulder. He took it, 
felling Dana shuddering, trying to withdraw and then stopping 
suddenly, looking down. "Will you respect her and heal her?" 
Jarod asked to Mulder.

"Yes. Yes, I will, I will." he answered quickly.

"OK, this is the pact, now she's yours. And you're hers. If you
won't respect the pact, I'll come back and revenge her. Remember 
that." He turned to Dana, took her face in his hand and kissed 
her forehead. "You're not a slave." Then he turned and walked out 
in anonymity, a little before Miss Parker and Sydney arrived 
there.

Mulder walked her in the room. "Scully..." he smiled.

The door flew open and Miss Parker gazed inside. "Where the 
hell is he?!" 

Mulder looked at her. "What?!" he screamed.

Miss Parker didn't respond, but walked to the little table in 
the corner. There was a little envelope. She picked it up, while 
Mulder dragged Scully out of the room. 

"Jarod... ," she said under breath. "Little bastard." She 
turned around, only to see the small couch left empty by Mulder 
and Scully. She ripped open the envelope: the letter Jarod left 
was a copy of an approved request to abrogate the slavery law. On 
the back there was a photo of a smoking man and Jarod's hand-
written comment:

"Everyone has a smoking person at his heels."

THE END


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