Disclaimer:
The characters that have been invited to play in this
construct belong to TPTB. In case
you are reading this story and have never heard of the following television
shows; X-Files, Forever Knight, Highlander; I hereby inform you that there is
life beyond Baywatch Nights, WWF and VIP.
Also, I did not create any of these characters, and I do not own them.
Superfluous Also, I am in no way profiting from the writing of this story,
at least not in any tangible, taxable way. (So
far our government has not yet figured out how to place an enforceable tariff on
joy, personal fulfillment, and satisfaction- though grants have been made and
studies are in progress.)
This romp through my subconscious includes the usual detritus found in
such places; superlative sex, vivid violence, and additional alliterations.
So, young children and those who like to pretend that sex offends them
should be sure to change the channel now. Go
on now, git! Go read something clean
and wholesome, something that won’t offend.
I suggest picking up your bible and reading Song of Solomon.
Oh yeah, for those who like abbreviations, this is an N&N Packer,
T&V Packer, MSR story- all NoRomo, non-shippers should run.
There is Angst, UST, RST (Lots and lots of RST), BDSM and assorted fluff.
Plot! Yeah, there’s also plot.
You Have Been Warned!
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The cell phone in his pocket started ringing.
“Mulder”
“Mulder, it’s me. Where
are you?”
“On my way back to the office now, why?”
“Skinner wants to talk to us.”
“10 minutes, Scully.” He
reviewed everything he had been doing in the last two weeks, trying to figure
out what they were in trouble for now. “Did
he sound pissed-off?”
He heard a sigh, then “Not really. Why,
what have you done now?”
“Me? Nothing Scully.”
He swore he could actually hear her eyes rolling.
“Seriously, Scully- Nothing. Look,
I’ll be right there, ok?”
“Ok.”
She didn’t sound convinced. “It’s
not *always* my fault…” he muttered to himself, as he pulled into the
parking garage and looked for a spot. “No,
really… Damn- I don’t sound very
convinced either,” he thought.
Mulder went directly to Skinner’s office, knowing that she wouldn’t
wait in their office. When he got there Kimberly, Skinner’s assistant gave him
a look of slight annoyance- pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes- and then
told him that they were waiting for him.
No need to ask who “they” were.
He entered Skinner’s office to find Scully sitting across from him with
a slightly ambivalent look on her face.
“Nice of you to join us Agent Mulder,” Skinner said with his
customarily lemony look.
Mulder glanced at his partner and got the “Don’t-piss-him-off” look.
Suppressing a sigh, he turned to AD Skinner and said, “Thank you
Sir.” He sat down next to his
partner and put on his best mask of impassivity.
He waited for the other shoe to drop.
Skinner just stared at Mulder for half a beat, then settled back in his
chair and addressed his best, and most frustrating, pair of agents.
“There is a conference in
Skinner waited with anticipation; he knew what was about to happen.
Mulder and Scully swiveled their heads towards each other about 15 degrees
and made brief eye contact. They
then leaned forward to identical positions of uprightness and paused before
speaking. Another brief head swivel
and eye contact, again, perfectly timed, and Mulder pursed his lips while Scully
spoke. “Sir, if I may ask, what is
this conference about?”
Skinner wondered if they were even aware that they did that- Always.
Every time. It was as though
they rigorously rehearsed the choreography of their movements ahead of time.
The movements were different each time, and they seemed to trade off
which one of them would speak, but always, their movements mirrored each other
precisely.
Sometimes they really were spooky.
He wiped the almost grin off of his face and answered the question, “You
may, Agent Scully.”
Again, the choreographed silent communication.
Identical eyebrows rose. Skinner
broke in before Scully could ask the next question, “The conference is being
hosted by the Toronto Metro Homicide department and Coroner’s office.
Kimberly has your itinerary. A
representative from each department will meet you at the airport.
That will be all agents.”
They waited perhaps 2 seconds and then arose as one.
After another pregnant pause, in which Skinner opened and began to peruse
a file on his desk, Mulder and Scully walked out of the office and got their
itineraries from Skinners secretary.
They walked in silence to the elevators and Mulder pushed the down button.
They got on the next car and rode down locked in silent communication,
each trying to determine from the eyes of the other if they knew anything beyond
what they already had. Scully
thought she saw something in Mulder’s eyes- a glimmer of interest beyond
trying to figure out what was up with Skinner.
They entered their office and she turned on him, asking, “What is it
Mulder? What’s in
“Jesus, Scully,” he looked at her, astonished for a moment, “if I
didn’t know better I would say you were a mind reader.
I think I had better open up an X-File on you.” He tried to divert her
line of questioning, “What do you think about Skinner’s behavior?”
“Very funny Mulder,” she said- allowing him to divert the discussion
for now. She knew he would tell her
soon enough. “I think it’s
obvious.”
“Yeah, you’re right. He
wanted us to know that this assignment came from somewhere else, somewhere other
than his office,” he said.
“Someone else you mean,” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “Probably.”
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Nick was lost again.
Nick
came to, and said, “Sorry Trace, I…”
“How did you…” Nick began, but
“Hey Nat, what are you doing here so early?”
“Hi
“Hi Nat,” Nick replied, with a silly grin on his face.
Just then they all heard a bellow come from the Captain’s office,
“Lambert, Knight! Get in here!”
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