Title - Thy Summer's Play - Home - 
Part 5 of ?
Author - Lady Disdain
E-mail - The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Rating - G
Category - 
Archive - If this goes to gossamer automatically, 
fine, they already have it, but for anywhere else 
just ask me first. 
Description - Vignette
Summary - I'm at my best when I'm at my weirdest and 
I must admit, this is pretty weird. What happens to 
Mulder after the blue takes him. 
Spoilers - seventh season finale
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Fox does 
and I'm just borrowing them. I also do not own Nine 
Inch Nails. (but it would be pretty cool if I did!) 
ATTENTION: This is a many part story and should be 
listed as such: Thy Summer's Play - Time Has Told Me 
- Part 1 of ?, Thy Summer's Play - A Place In The 
Cloud - Part 2 of ?, etc. I apologize to all of the 
archivists I must be driving crazy. :-)
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Thy Summer's Play, Part 5
"Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing."
- William Blake "Little Fly"
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Home by Lady Disdain 
<The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com>

"Angels need an assumed body, not for themselves, but 
on our account." 
- Thomas Aquinas
 
"And when the day arrives
I'll become the sky
And I'll become the sea" 
- Nine Inch Nails "La Mer" 

When the blue light takes Mulder he is still. He 
cannot move, just like when they took Samantha. But 
this time fear does not chill him. Instead the warmth 
of happiness resonates throughout his body, 
belonging. Mulder begins to feel his feet lift off 
the ground as he loses conscious. 
*****************************************************
White. The room is so white it makes his eyes hurt. 
In a far-off corner there is a mechanical beeping. 
Dark splotches begin to appear in his vision. The 
memory of the white room in the insane asylum sends 
his body tense. A hand reaches out and lightly rests 
on his shoulder.

A soothing voice says, "Relax, Mulder, the answers 
will come."

And then he eyes give in to the white and the 
darkness and close slowly.
*****************************************************
Mulder woke up wearing his favorite clothes, a black 
T-shirt and jeans with his worn boots. He is in a 
living room sitting on a green couch that is behind a 
light brown coffee table and to the left of a blue 
armchair. There are white flowers in a vase on the 
table and a ceiling fan above. It is the kind of cozy 
living room that he would expect a shaken wife to 
walk into the room with his ice tea at hand, ready to 
answer his questions about her missing husband. 
Instead a short round middle-aged man walks in from 
the doorway. He stops suddenly on his way to the 
armchair because he has just realized that Mulder is 
awake.

"Well it sure takes a lot to keep you down!" He says 
with a smile as he sits down.  "All the better. I 
guess I've got some explaining to do."

Mulder begins to speak but he can't seem to get his 
thoughts to convert to sentences properly. He manages 
to blurt out hoarsely "...you look...I feel...seen 
you..."

The man puts his slightly pudgy index finger up, "I 
was getting to that. It seems that your kind, for all 
of the time spent imagining what we look like, have a 
hard time actually conversing and interacting with 
us in our regular form. So to counter-act your 
astoundment, we shift into people you see everyday, 
yet never commit to memory. Right now I'm 
in the form of Frank P. Roseth who is usually in 
front of you in the check out line at the super-
market. He never tries to sneek in more than twelve 
items in the express lane, very efficient shopper. 
The same as for why we are in this living room, 
Frank's living room I might add. Your people just 
can't relax in the normal surroundings of our ship. I 
don't know why, I think they are *very* comfortable. 
Oh well, to each his own I guess." "Frank" finished 
with a shrug.

For some reason these words make an insane sort of 
sense in Mulder's mind. He tries to speak again, 
"white...Frank...what tests...doing." He 
finishes with his hands raised with his palms up 
towards the ceiling, he gives up.

Frank sat back in his chair; "You are a very smart 
man, Mulder. In the white room, as you were trying to 
describe it, we were taking care of any previous, 
existing, and future medical problems. The knee which 
has never been the same since you landed on it funny 
in that spring pick-up basketball game? Fixed. You'll 
notice that you no longer have any scars from the 
*many* times you have been shot. We fixed your left 
shoulder so it won't dislocate anymore. And we got 
rid of the early stages of lung cancer left over from 
your early smoking days, among other things. All in 
all you should feel better than you ever have in your 
life. Your mind will uncloud itself and your voice 
will return in a few minutes, those are the only side 
effects. This is the standard treatment for any 
of our returning children although the others who 
came with you needed some assistance in the mental 
department. You most certainly did not. You have 
already reached your highest capacity for learning 
and are maintaining it quite well. We want to give 
you every advantage possible before you embark on 
this odyssey of sorts. Come follow me. Although I 
may have answered some of your questions, I know you 
have many more questions that I alone cannot answer."

As Frank rises from the chair, Mulder gets up and 
follows him through the doorway.
*****************************************************
They enter a dark auditorium and Frank shows Mulder 
to his seat. The house lights come on and Mulder 
looks around the room. He sees the same faces he saw 
in the blue. But they look different, relaxed 
somehow, at peace. Mulder begins to wonder if they 
are thinking the same thing about him. He can't 
wonder for long before the house lights dims the 
stage lights come on and a woman steps up on the 
stage.

"If you are wondering why this room looks so 
familiar," She begins, "It is because you all saw a 
production of Peter Pan in here when you were younger 
and for some of you that was not so long ago." The 
woman paused.

Mulder instantly remembers. He was eight and Samantha 
was four, the local high school was putting a 
production of Peter Pan and they begged their mom to 
take them. It was magical, he and Samantha were both 
awed at the children flying across the auditorium to 
a place far far away. On the way home, in between 
fighting, they agreed that they both wanted to live 
in Never Land forever.

The short blonde haired woman began to speak again, 
"The easiest way to explain things is to start from 
the beginning. On the far edge of this universe there 
were twin stars with twin planets. It seems as though 
this universe favors this form of intelligent life, 
human. So these two planets co-existed for eons, 
their inhabitants blissfully unaware of each other. 
Eventually contact was made and we lived in peaceful 
harmony. Together we evolved." The woman paused and 
turned into her original form, a short little gray 
alien. Quickly she returned back into the blonde 
haired woman she was imitating and resumed her 
speech. "The habitants of the sister planet we will 
call Morte for reasons which will become obvious 
became restless. They had visited your planet 
early on and didn't find much. They left a few 
colonists to keep guard and to help if they were to 
return later. Soon they became restless 
again. The restlessness quickly turned into 
bitterness and then anger. They were not happy with 
ruling only their own planet. There were 
several attempts to take over our planet, Vite, all 
failed. So they moved on, unfortunately, to your 
planet again. We Vitians have come to help your 
people. If they take over and populate your planet 
they will soon be able to overpower us. This is where 
the children of the stars come into play. Since the 
late 1950's we have been making hybrids." The woman 
gestured toward the audience. "You. You were created 
as such, genetically you are still half of your 
mother and half your father. But half of your 
essence, your being, is us. We have found that you 
children generally feel as though you don't belong on 
Earth. You tend to shut others out, a few of you have 
let an occasional non-hybrid in but more or less you 
are loners. A few of you have some of our powers 
of intuition. We are very proud of all of you 
children and now your help is in demand. We need your 
knowledge of your Earth, your people. Together we can 
destroy the Mortians who want to destroy your race. 
Tomorrow we will introduce you to the other hybrids 
and begin discussion of tactics. For now all of you 
need rest. Your guide will take you to your room."

Frank was suddenly standing next to Mulder with a 
smile he said "Come on Mulder you need rest."

Mulder had no idea how tired he really was until he 
tried to walk. The past day (or was it days? Mulder 
wasn't sure) and it's events had taken their toll on 
him. He sleepily let Frank guide him to his room 
which looked exactly like his living room right down 
to his couch.

Mulder laid down on the couch and before sleep took 
him he realized something. He thought, "I am neither 
on Earth nor on Vite. I am in between. I am home." 

"And the sea will come to kiss me
For I am going
Home


Nothing can stop me now"
- Nine Inch Nails "La Mer"
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Comments, ideas, or creative criticism should be sent 
to 
The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Thanks :-)




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