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Questions- a HL/X-Files crossover
The nondescript sedan pulled into the crowded parking lot. The neon sign on the roof said “Joe’s”. Agent Scully exited the car and walked inside. A barrage of blues hit her as soon as she opened the door.
The crowd gave a little as she moved to the bar. The bartender, an attractive man in his early fifties spoke to her. “What would you like?” Scully startled when he spoke. “Sorry,” she mumbled “What?”
“I said” man repeated kindly “What would you like?”
“Right. I’ve been driving since midnight and I can’t think straight right now.” Scully replied. “How about a cup of coffee?” she tentatively asked.
“Sure.” The bartender responded, with a smile, “A lady in your condition wouldn’t want anything else anyway.”
Dana Scully looked at him blankly before realizing that he was referring to her pregnant body. It was still a shock to Dana that she was pregnant. After all, the experiments had left her sterile and now, here she was, five months pregnant. Too bad Mulder wasn’t here. He, of all people, would appreciate the irony that his most skeptical of partners was now considering herself an actual X-file.
Ah Mulder, his disappearance was still unexplained. Dana found it unbelievable that so many months had passed by without any leads. How could he just disappear off the face of the earth? Dana was beginning to believe that that is exactly what had happened to him.
The bartender brought Dana’s coffee to the table she had found in the corner. She took a sip. “This is really good.” She complimented him.
“Picked the beans myself.” The man jested. “My name’s Joe and if you don’t mind my saying, you look like hell.”
“Joe, as in Joe’s?” Dana asked with a small smile.
“At your service, milady” Joe said as he made an attempt at a bow.
“Well, Joe, I feel like hell. Like I said, I’ve been driving since midnight and I’m driving still. Actually, for another hour or so after I leave here.”
“An attractive lady like you shouldn’t be driving this late by herself.” Joe chided.
“I’ll be alright. I’m meeting a...friend, here, actually.” Dana stumbled over the word “friend”.
“Then your “friend” must be some lucky man.” Joe replied. He was about to say something else to the attractive red head when a movement at the door stole his attention. “Will you excuse me, please?” Joe asked as he moved back toward the bar.
Dana nodded her dismissal and went back to her coffee. She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful soulful music. A deep male voice broke her out of her reverie. “Agent Scully, Adam Pierson at your disposal.”
Dana’s eyes flew open and she looked up into the face of a darkly attractive man. “Please sit down.” She invited. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.”
Methos sat down across the table. “It was the least I could do after I so abruptly left our last meeting.”
“I’ve been wondering where you went when you left the party that night.” Dana mused.
“Let’s just say that I had some unexpected business to attend to. Now, as I recall, you were searching for your partner, Agent Mulder and you needed my help because of my knowledge of obscure religions and cults. Is this correct?”
Dana nodded, then said “Mr. Pierson, between myself and the F.B.I. we cannot find this man. The only thing I can think of is that he’s joined some bizarre cult or primitive religion and is hiding out for whatever reason. To be honest, I’ve run out of options and I’m grasping for straws. I sought you out because you know Agent Mulder almost better than I do. I know that he has consulted you extensively in the past as well as when he and I were partners. Your help would be much appreciated.”
“ I wish I could help you, Agent Scully. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard from Agent Mulder in some time. If I hear from him I’ll be sure to let you know.” Methos abruptly stood and held out his hand. “It was a pleasure seeing you again.” Then he walked away from the table and out the door, into the night.
“Thanks for nothing.” Dana muttered. She finished the last sip of her coffee, gathered her things and went to the restroom. When she exited the bathroom, Joe caught her eye. Dana approached the bar and thanked Joe again for the coffee.
“Here’s one for the road.” Joe said as he handed her a hot Styrofoam cup, full of the house blend. He also handed her a matchbook. “Here, in case you have any car trouble. Feel free to call. I’m up until dawn.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Dana accepted the gifts. She made her way through the thinning crowd, exited the building, started her car and drove away. A tall, dark figure watched her departure from the shadows. The figure entered Joe’s and went straight to the bar.
“Joe, that was just too damn close!” Methos exploded. “What the hell was Mulder thinking, telling her to meet me here? She could have found out everything, where Mulder is, how she got pregnant…She’s not ready for the truth.” Methos ended his tirade by taking a swallow of the large beer Joe had provided.
“I know. While you were talking I put a Watcher on her. Come on Methos, it’ll be okay.” Joe tried reassuring the world’s oldest immortal.
“I hope so Joe. I really do.”
FIN
Lyrics were provided by tarsh. They were “cloud blood” by ani difranco.
cloud blood
ani difranco
i've been wondering what you meant when you asked
do you have a light?
i've been wondering where you went when you left
that party that night
cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky
it's dawn's roadkill
i've been driving since midnight
and i'm driving still
stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind
on my rand mcnally
then i feel the air go cold as i drift in
to the first blue of the valley
you're wondering how far down you are
on my call back list
but you don't realise that everytime i find i'm by a phone
the landscape shifts
every other song someone's trying to write angels
into the world
every grace every ace every near miss
every decent kiss by a pretty girl
she was an angel
she looked like an angel
and all of the angels did sing
the angels were watching
and the angels were listening
and the angels were on hand
to stand in for everything
you can call it magic
when a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat
but the reason i don't call is cuz i wonder
if there isn't a better word than that
and you can call me crazy
but i think you're as lazy
as white paint on a wall
and i know you'll only speak to me in dial tones
if i call
it's been way too long
since i've been behind the wheel
headlights guiding me right through the dark i feel
dry eyed trying hard to resist
sleep's first kiss
everytime i have time to think
i think of this
Mail Titania
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