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Title: Bad Luck and No Hope
                           
                           Author: Pattie
                           
                           Rated: PG
                           
                           Category: Post-Episode for After_the _Fact.
                           
                           Spoilers: Hell Money
                           
                           Summary: Mulder and Scully ponder the fate of Glen Chao.
                           
                           Archive: Gossamer, After_the_Fact, any others please ask.
                           
                           Feedback: pattie@parentpatch.com
                           
                           Disclaimers: The plotline, characters, Mulder, Scully
                           and Skinner belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox 
                           Studios.  But these are my afterthoughts.
                           
                           
                           Office of The X-Files,
                           Fox Mulder
                           Dana Scully
                           
                           
                           
                           "The symbol for *ghost* had been written in Chinese on 
                           the inside of the cremation chamber.  Why?"  Mulder wondered 
                           aloud in the basement office.
                           
                           "Perhaps just some joke by a bitter client?" Scully asked
                           with a slight grin. 
                           
                           "Well, Scully, I doubt it was a dissatisfied customer. The
                           Chinese believe in luck, in honoring their ancestors, and in
                           particular, they do not want to shame their ancestors. No, Scully, 
                           I think there was a supernatural element to the placement of the 
                           symbol."
                           
                           "Mulder, that gaming room had to be the best place for any
                           haunting or spiritual visitation.  Whatever you wish to call it. 
                           Still, perhaps it was just a prank."
                           
                           "People write graffitti in those ovens everyday, Scully? I don't 
                           think so. And Chao, just disappearing without a trace."
                           
                           "I think he was afraid of another type of dishonor, Mulder. A 
                           policeman with the force. Protecting the game. That would bring 
                           dishonor to him not only as a cop, but as a member of that 
                           community. Let's just write up the report and get it behind us.
                           I'm sure San Francisco P.D. will find him." Scully pressed the 
                           enter key and slapped a folder against the desk. "Mulder. We 
                           requisitioned for printer paper three days ago! I have a dental 
                           appointment today and Skinner wants this thing on his desk... Now, 
                           THIS is bad luck."
                           
                           "Guess they lost it. I'll call upstairs and get them to..."
                           
                           Scully stood abruptly. "I'll go grab a ream from them myself."
                           This case had been bothering her just as much as it had her 
                           partner, and it hadn't escaped him.
                           
                           "Scully, wait."
                           
                           "It can't *wait*, Mulder. This needs to be on Skinner's desk 
                           ASAP."
                           
                           "No," he calmly stated. "Sit down.  Please. Please?"
                           
                           Scully had the look of a chastised school kid on her face.
                           "All right. What?"
                           
                           "Is there something you're not telling me? Is the Chinatown case 
                           bothering you?"
                           
                           Sculy stared at her lap for a moment, then looked up. "Selling body 
                           parts. Win, win a tidy sum of money. Howe can anyone who calls 
                           himself a doctor participate in that kind of... of skullduggery?"
                           
                           "He wasn't ethical, Scully. He was a profiteer more than anything 
                           else."
                           
                           "Yes, I know.  And that's what bothers me the most, Mulder. That 
                           girl was so sich, and she was about to lose her father.Wu knew 
                           that. He knew, Mulder."
                           
                           "I know. And I know that as a doctor and a human being, you are 
                           very offended, to say the least. What really bothers me is Chao's 
                           vanishing act."
                           
                           "He probably ran, Mulder."
                           
                           "Something tells me he didn't just run."
                           
                           "Oh, no? I think a sufficient number of people were putting him 
                           Number One on their hate list, Mulder. Perhaps the members of 
                           the public who trusted him with their lives?"
                           
                           "No, No, I don't think so."
                           
                           "Most certainly not a ghost, Mulder! Hey, if that's what you're 
                           thinking, fine!  I have another theory."
                           
                           "Murder?"
                           
                           "Either that, or suicide."
                           
                           "Well, at any rate, I guess we won't know until he's found, will 
                           we?"
                           
                           Scully gave it a moment's thought. "Will we?"
                           
                           The agents just stared at each other for a long time.
                           
                           "Paper," Scully finally said.
                           
                           "Sure." Mulder left the office as Scully contemplated her disgust 
                           with the arrogant Chinese doctor. 
                           
                           She could still hear his words, as his cigarette burned low in the 
                           interrogation room: "...but life without hope... So, hope is
                           what I gave these men."  She typed one more comment into her report.
                           
                           "This man claimed to give hope. If he claims life without hope 
                           as a living hell is the reason he did it, Dr. Wu will have many, 
                           many years to have his own living hell."
                           
                           
                                                            END
                           

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