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Title: After_the_Fact: The Host: Offspring
                           Author: Pattie
                           Rated: PG
                           Category: Post-Ep.
                           Spoilers: The Host
                           Summary: Reports of an old memesis take Mulder to
                           the Canadian side of Lake Erie.
                           Archive: After_the_Fact, Gossamer.  Other please ask.
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                           LAKE ERIE
                           LONG POINT BEACH,
                           ONTARIO, CANADA
                           "Last one in is a rotten egg!" a little girl, ten years 
                           old shouted, as two boys followed her into the summery 
                           warm water.
                           "Aw, you had a head start anyway!" a blond nine-year-old 
                           The girl with laughed, her red hair shining like copper 
                           in the sunlight.  "Who cares, Kyle! Hey! Kevin!  Where's 
                           The boy looked around, as did Kyle.  "Kevin!  Yo!  
                           Hey, don't goof around, Kevin!"
                           Then both Kyle and the girl looked at each other and 
                           started to panic. "Mommy!!!" the girl screamed as loudly 
                           as she was able. Mommmm--eeee!!!"
                           "Sherry, honey?"
                           "Mommy! Kevin's gone! Kevin's gone!"
                           The mother ran into the water.  All three of them were 
                           shouting the boy's name.  Within a minute, they saw Kevin, 
                           a seven year old red head, gasping for air, trying 
                           desperately to fight his way above water. "Something's got
                           me!"  Somehow, the boy kicked hard to break loose of 
                           whatever had hold of him, and his mother grabbed on to him.
                           Kevin, his mother, Sherry and Kyle made it to shore.  Kevin 
                           fell to the sand, and there was a rather unusual bite mark 
                           on the back of his thigh.
                           "X marks the spot!" the girl laughed.  "What is that?"
                           "I don't know, honey.  Okay, I want you two to get your 
                           clothes onm, and bring an extra towel for your brother, 
                           and my cell phone.  Run!"
                           While Kevin's brother and sister did as they were told, the 
                           mother examined the mark closely.  "Well, it isn't any 
                           whitefish bite.  Who knows?"
                           "Mom, I don't feel too good."
                           "I know."  The mother briushed her son's hair from his eyes.  
                           Does it hurt?"
                           "Not as much as my tummy, Mom. My stomach feels awful sore."
                           Sherry ran back with the cell phone.  "I know you need this 
                           now.  I'm gonna get dressed.  Sorry, Kevin."
                           "Yeah.  Dumb lake!" 
                           Qickly, the mother dialed 9-1-1.  "My son was bitten or 
                           scratcheed by something, and he's in pain!" she cried.  
                           "We're at Long Point, near the first change cabin!" 
                           X-FILES OFFICE
                           FBI HEADQUARTERS
                           WASHINGTON, D.C.
                           TWO DAYS LATER
                           10:00 A.M.
                           Scully walked into the office and turned off her computer.
                           "C'mon, Mulder.  Skinner wants to see us in his office."
                           Mulder, sitting behind a pile of papers folded his arms. 
                           "Whoa, Scully! Now?  I was just finishing up some notes 
                           on the profile for the... "
                           "Mulder.  He says this might have something to do with 
                           that case in Hew Jersey two years ago.  Remember the 
                           "Yeah, the 'FLUKEMAN'.  Why so fast?"
                           "He said he wanted us there pronto.  Let's go."
                           As the pair hurried hown the corridor to the elevator, 
                           Scully tried to explain.  "There might be another instance 
                           of that fluke creature in Lake Erie.  The Canadian 
                           authorities... Maybe I'd better let Skinner tell you."
                           As they entered the elevator, Mulder pushed the button. 
                           "Sure. Keep me in suspense.  So, old fluky, or one of his 
                           relatives, shows up again."
                           "That's right, Mulder.  Right up your alley."
                           "Don't say that." Mulder grimaced.  The very thought of 
                           the thing made him squeamish.  That, and the thought of 
                           the sewage plant's stench.
                           Scully smirked.  Mulder just glared at her.  He remembered 
                           all too well what wrestling with the wormy creature was 
                           like.  He remembered seeing a man killed by the creature.
                           "Well, apparently someone up in Welland, Ontario, Canada 
                           called this in to someone at the Mounted Police, and they 
                           called Skinner.  You're quite... well known, when it comes 
                           "Weird and strange phenomena," Mulder concluded, as the 
                           elevator doors opened.  "Let's just get out travel orders
                           so we can get this over with."
                           PEDIATRIC WARD
                           WELLAND HOSPITAL
                           WELLAND, ONTARIO
                           4:30 P.M.
                           Mulder flashed his badge at the desk nurse.  "I'm Agent 
                           Mulder, ny partner, Agent Scully.  We're looking for a 
                           Mrs. Ilene Johnson?"
                           "Room 321. Just two doors down that hall.  Dr. Wells has 
                           been expecting you."
                           "Thank you. Well, Scully, I can't imagine how that thing 
                           travelled up here."
                           "Probably a ship.  There's a lot of trade in the Great 
                           Lakes area.  Maybe someone dumped their bilge..."
                           "Yeah.  I don't doubt it."
                           Kevin's mother, Sherry and Kyle were trying to entertain 
                           him while the doctor looked over the boy's chart.
                           "Excuse me. Dr. Well?"
                           "I'm Adent Dana Scully, and this is my partner, Agent 
                           Mulder. I'm also a medical doctor.  Can we speak with 
                           "Yes, certainly.  Mrs. Johnson, I'll have the lab 
                           technician take another blood sample.  His liver enzymes
                           need to be analyzed again."
                           "More." Kevin cried.  "This is the pits!"
                           "Shh, it's all right.  They need to know these things, to 
                           help you get better."
                           The doctor ushered Mulder and Scully into a small office 
                           where he had a desk.  "I know.  You must think this is just 
                           something in the lake water, or regular hepatitis.  But 
                           this kid puked up what looks to be a flatworm."
                           "A fluke." Mulder nodded to Scully.
                           "Yes, a fluke.  Last month, we removed one from a woman's 
                           liver, and it wasn't a typical fluke.  We embalmed it until 
                           we could find someone to identify it.  Then, when Kevin 
                           Johnson was brought here yesterday, we had our second fluke.  
                           It's in an aquarium in the same lab. as the one we embalmed."
                           "Can you decribe the wounds on Kevin?"
                           "Yes.  They were made with four teeth and there was a deep
                           wound in the centre."
                           Mulder cut in right away.  "You can't let the other fluke 
                           live. If you do, it'll grow to be five and a half feet long, 
                           and it won't look like your average flatworm."
                           "Are you joking?"  Wells was beside himself with laughter, 
                           but Mulder and Scully stared straight-faced at him.  "You're 
                           not serious... Well, what is this?"
                           "About two years ago, Agent Scully and I investigated a 
                           case in New Jersey.  A Russian ship had apparently flushed 
                           out what was a human-like large fluke, which made its way 
                           into the New Jersey sewage system. Two men were killed by 
                           that flatworm, one as a result of attack, the other as a 
                           result of hosting a small version of it. We think it 
                           originated inradioactive water as a mutation."
                           "Then it's true," the doctor said quietly. "Frankly, this 
                           is disturbing.  I need to alert Public Health about this.  
                           The beaches along Lake Erie will be off-limits."
                           "Well, the two cases you saw may be isolated," Scully tried 
                           to assure the doctor.  "Doctor Wells, may I take a look at 
                           the patient?"
                           "Sure.  I need to call the Health Department, and the 
                           Conservation Areas.  I'll make sure the lab knows you'll 
                           want to see the test results. Kevin Johnson has been 
                           prescribed an antihelminthic, so the results should 
                           reflect its action."
                           "Thank you, Doctor. Mulder, let's see what he has to say."
                           "Yeah.  I guess it'll make a really good 'What I Did This 
                           Summer' story."
                           Scully put her hand on the little boy's arm.  "Hey, I
                           heard you had quite a fight with something in the lake, 
                           "Yes, I did.  I kicked it away really hard.  It was ugly!'
                           Mulder thought the boy would have been more or less 
                           horrified at the sight of the mutant. "What did it look 
                           like, Kevin?"
                           "Well, it looked like a huge worm, but it had these, you 
                           know, eyes.  It had a mouth, and it really hurt when it bit 
                           "Well I guess so!" Scully exclaimed.  "You're a brave little
                           boy.  Are you feeling any better?"
                           "Yeah, but my tummy still hurts a little, and where he bit 
                           me still hurts, too.  They gave me stitches and all that. 
                           Was that thing a sea serpent?"  The boy's eyes were wide 
                           with anticipation.
                           "Umm, no.  It wasn't a sea serpent.  It was... something 
                           else. But Kevin, we're hoping we can make sure mo one else 
                           gets bitten by that thing."
                           Dr. Wells entered the room.  "How's my patient?"
                           "I'm doing okay, I guess. It's boring here." He poked his 
                           brother Kyle in the arm.
                           "Now you stop that!" His mother warned Kevin. "You may be 
                           sick, but you are not to hit your brother.  Understood?"
                           "Yeah, I guess so."
                           "Well, we need to give you another dose of that medicine
                           and let it work before we let you out of here, Kevin." Dr.
                           Wells noted it on the boy's chart.
                           "Does that mean he still has the fluke?"  Mrs. Johnson
                           asked.  Clearly she was worn out.
                           "I'm afraid so.  But another dose should do it.  The test
                           results show he still has it.  I'll tell you later
                           where it is, and what's happening." As he said that, he 
                           handed Scully a piece of paper.  The print read: "Attached 
                           to ileum."  
                           Mulder and Scully made their way towards the door. "Doctor?  
                           May we see you for a moment?"
                           "Yes, Agents.  Take care, Kevin. I'll be back."
                           "This fluke is attached to the small intestine, and after 
                           one dose it's still alive.  How many doses would it take to 
                           kill it, given it's size?"
                           The doctpr frowned.  "To tell you the truth, up to three. It 
                           isn't harmful to the boy, but just the same, we're monitoring 
                           his blood chemistry. This will be a real headache for the 
                           tourist industry.  It took us years to clean up that lake."
                           "Back then, it was the algae growing from the phosphates in
                           household detergents," Mulder added.
                           "Well, be that as it may, the water is still clean.  But with 
                           this type of 'thing' happening, who knows what public reaction 
                           will be?"
                           Mulder topened his cell phone.  "Maybe we should call the 
                           Coast Guard.  Maybe they can start searching the lake with 
                           sonar equipment.  Scully, check the neighboring hospitals.  
                           See if they've had any reported cases of flukes."
                           "I will.  Mulder? There can't be that many out there!"
                           "You told me yourself, two years ago, it can breed.  It's 
                           "I'm on it."
                           TURKEY POINT
                           NEXT MORNING
                           5:15 A.M.
                           As the sun rose at Lake Erie, tow men were out fishing in a 
                           small boat, each admiring their catches, and waiting for the 
                           next fish to bite.
                           A middle-aged man turned to his friend and whispered, "You 
                           won't get me up and out here this early again, no matter how
                           many I caught."
                           "Well, that's your loss," a younger man, about thirty, 
                           replied. "Dad, you used to do this all the time when aI was
                           a kid.  What ever happened to 'Rise and shine, boy!  They're 
                           waitin' for ya?'"
                           "Shh.  You'll scare the fish off. It turned into "How am I 
                           going to pay for your education if I keep taking unpaid 
                           holidays.'  Besides, when you get to my age, you'll want
                           to slap that alarm for another ten minutes, then another."
                           "Not a change.  Hey!  I've got another one! He's sure 
                           giving a good fight!"  The younger man tried to reel in 
                           what he thought was a fish.  A large, whitish creature 
                           emerged from the waters, and the man's father grabbed his 
                           son's fishing reel, while he picked up his camera.  The 
                           flash seemed to scare the creature away, and the fishing 
                           reel was free of it. "What the hell was that?"
                           "I don't know," the older man answered.  "But here it is."
                           "Didn't I see a picture of this on some tabloid cover last 
                           "I don't know.  I don't read them things. Looks like we 
                           got something to show besides fish.  I'm takin' it to 
                           the Conservation Authority. Maybe they know what it is."
                           9:16 A.M.
                           WELLAND, ONTARIO
                           MULDER's MOTEL ROOM 
                           Mulder was going over his notes regarding the Flukeman in New 
                           Jersey as Scully walked into his room.  "Hey.  Any news?"
                           "No, Mulder.  I called the hospital and Kevin's fluke died
                           last night.  They've removed it for futher study.  Surgery.
                           What a thing to remember about a summer vacation."
                           "Well, I heard from the Coast Guard.  They haven't found 
                           anything matching the description..."  His cell phone rang.  
                           "Sorry Scully.  Mulder.  All right.  Yes, we can be there.  
                           Thanks."  Tht was the Regional Conservaation Authority. Two
                           men went fishing and hooked a real live one.  They've got
                           a picture to prove it."
                           "The Flukeman?  Mulder, I don't think... "
                           "No, they didn't catch it.  It got away.  But they do have a 
                           picture of it. The Coat Guard are out looking for it now.
                           Let's get going."
                           "This is like nothing I've ever seen."  Dr. Paul Peterson 
                           was a marine biologist employed by the Conservation Authority.
                           "What is it again?"
                           Scully spoke up, as she was more qualified than Mulder.  "Well, 
                           it seems that this is a form of Trematode, most commonly known 
                           as fluke worms, or flsat worms.  But this is a type that has
                           apparently developed primate-type characteristics, one of which 
                           Agent Mulder and I dealt with two years ago.  That had apparently 
                           been flushed from a sewage tank of a Russian freighter just 
                           outside of New Jersey."
                           "Aren't fluke worms rare in North America? Usually, they're
                           more prevalent in Indonesia, Hong Kong... "
                           "Exactly.  But that doesn't necessarily mean they can't
                           be brought over accidentally.  Have there been any ships from
                           overseas coming through the lakes this past month or so, Doctor?"
                           "Of course.  We have steel companies on Lakes Erie and Ontario, 
                           there are numerous ships going all the way to Lakes Superior,
                           Huron and Michegan.  I think only a couple cme from overseas in 
                           the past month.  Let me just check with the Welland Canal.  
                           It'll only take a minute."  The doctor sat in fromt of a computer 
                           and contacted the people at the canal.  "We've had two ships from
                           Europe.  One was from Russia, the other was from the U.S. 
                           Bethlehem Steel."
                           "It's more likely the one from Russia brought the fluke over," 
                           Mulder told Peterson.  Thanks for your help."
                           "No problem.  The guy who brought this picture is going to--"
                           "Sir, we'd rather you didn't tell him or anyone else about 
                           this.  We don't want anyone to panic.  Chances are, this is a 
                           freak occurrance," Scully cautioned him.
                           "Yeah.  Two in a couple of years? What are the chances of that?"
                           "Slim, " Mulder said.  "Just... don't tell anyone.  Tell the
                           fisherman it was a decomposed body or someting."
                           "Why would I do that?"
                           "Because nobody would believe it's some wierd mutation, and you
                           don't want people avoiding the lake.  The Coast Guard is out
                           there right now checking for any further signs of this.  They'll
                           let you know what they find.  Just chalk it up to random chance."
                           "Yeah, right."
                           PEDIATRIC WARD
                           WELLAND, ONTARIO
                           1:35 P.M.
                           The Johnson boy had just been released from Recovery and 
                           settled into his room when Mulder and Scully arrived.  They 
                           thought it only fair to buy him a stuffed dog and a basket 
                           of fruit.
                           Scully tucked the bear under Kevin's covers. "Hey, how are 
                           you doing?"
                           "Fine, I guess.  They got that thing outta me."
                           "So I heard.  The doctor says your family's downstairs having
                           lunch, so we brought you a few things to take with you when 
                           you go home."
                           "Thnmks, Ms. Scully.  Is it true?"
                           "Is what true?"
                           "What they say, about this Flukeman?"
                           Mulder laughed. "Where'd you hear that?" 
                           "From the little girl in the next room.  She had appesitis."
                           "Appendicitis?  Well, what do you think?" Mulder wanted to
                           guage just how far the story had been passed around.
                           "I think it's crazy.  I mean, you only see those things in 
                           horror movies, right?"
                           "Well, I think whatever I saw might be real, but I don't want 
                           to see it again.  I'm still going to swim out here, though."
                           "Good for you," Scully told Kevin. "I think this was just one 
                           of those things that we can't explain, and that we should just
                           get on with our lives."
                           "Yeah.  If it's real, will it come back?"
                           "Well, not if the Coast Guard caught it," Mulder said.  "If
                           it was out there."

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