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Part 9: Murky Water's Becoming Clearer

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Taking all their files, folders and discoveries,
Mulder and Scully begin to wrack their brains to put the
pieces together to come up with something other than just 
"hope".  After all, God helps those who use what he gave
them to help themselves. Someone inextricably involved in
the issues between the aliens, the world, and Mulder and
Scully is ready to lend a hand.

HOWARD JOHNSON MOTOR INN
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
TWO WEEKS AFTER MULDER AND SCULLY'S GETAWAY

Mulder tipped the bell-hop as he dropped off the
last of the luggage. Scully had the files and
folders in her backpack and dropped the heavy heap
on the bed. Then she plopped herself beside the
mess and lay flat on her back. "You know, Mulder,
shoulder-bag syndrome is reaching epidemic
proportions in this day and age, and now I'm one
of the stats. I don't know how the hell we even got
over the border with all this stuff!"

Mulder took his shaving kit into the bathroom. "I
guess telling them I was an English teacher from New
York marking my students' theses on science fiction
devices in media helped in some little way. Do you
think we should drop our pseudonymns, Maggie, and
re-join the land of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully? Or
should we play fantasy life for a little bit longer?"

"I don't think it's fantasy life, Billy. I look at it
as more like 'Safe Street'. Even though we didn't make
the papers, we did make enemeies of the oddest origins,
and some of them may be waiting for us to get too
careless, too cocky. Even with all this data here, I
think we're better off as Maggie Malone Freeman and
Billy 'Spunky' Freeman."

Mulder sat to the left of her on the bed. "Even so,
it feels so unnatural calling you by your mother's name.
It's almost to the point where I want to call you Dana.
How can I keep calling you Maggie? I love YOU. Why
should I keep using your last name, for that matter?
It sounds like I'm talking to a neighbour over the fence
when I say anything. 'Yo, Scully! How about them Knicks?'
If we're not work partners, and we're not a pseudonymous
newly-wed couple, it's time we were real, genuine--
ourselves."

Scully sat bolt upright and poked Mulder in the chest.
"You HATE the name 'Fox'. Only your parents, Samantha
and my Mom called you Fox, remember? Call me 'Mulder'.
First day in the office together, first case together?"

"Yeah, I'm not really a Mulder, either, save by my
birth registration. I've often wondered if Dad knew the
real story of my conception or whether he was kept in the
dark. But if ever there were a name I wanted, and needed,
it was Mulder. I will never accept the Spender name. I can
accept Jeffrey Spender as my half-brother, even C.G.B.
Spender as my real father, but never the name."

"Call me Dana," Scully whispered, licking his ear and
carressing the back of his neck. "Let's just be the
Freemans until we can see our way through the fog, okay?"

Mulder was breathing heavily as he passionately kissed
and nibbled Scully's neck. "Yes, Dana. Yes... Why don't we
cast off our, um...Dana..." They were interrupted by the
phone beside the bed. Huffing and puffing, Mulder cried,
"We're not expecting any calls! Damn... Hello? Who?
Okay...Yes. Send him right up."

"Mulder? You okay? You look a little whiter than these
sheets right now. What was that about?"

"You'll never guess-- well,besides the foreplay
interruptus -- Gibson Praise. I don't know where he was
hiding, who helped him get out of the F.B.I. building,
but he's here. And I know it's not to wish us a happy
honeymoon and bring a late wedding gift. Lord knows,
Scully, we can't keep him safe either anymore..."

"Give him some credit, will you, Mulder!" She patted
Mulder's cheek. "He's grown so much. Who knows what help
he can be. My guess is he can very well protect himself
now that he's not a kid anymore. He's one of our best
allies, and he's a friend. Don't worry, Ahab..." She put
on an imitation of Mulder's puppy dog face.

"Jutt out that lower lip a bit more, and you'll get me
to do anything you want, baby!"

Scully hastened to the door to greet their commrade.
"Come in, Gibson, are you..."

"Alone? No one followed me. They can't read me and I
don't let them."

Mulder poured himself a soda. "Thirsty Gibson?" He
poured Scully a diet cola and waited for Gibson's
answer.

"Sure. I'd love some mineral water. It's kinda hot out
there, isn't it?"

Mulder smiled. "Yeah, I think most Americans know even
Toronto gets hot and sticky in the summer. I've been to
some of the baseball games. Honest, Scully, I did take
some time off in the past ten years."

"When the electric pencil sharpener shorted out, or the
supplies department wouldn't let you have any more
pencils to throw onto the ceiling tiles. Gibson, why ARE
you here? I sense it's not a social call. Did John and
Monica send you?"

Gibson Praise sipped some mineral water. "I asked them
to tell me where you were. You need to know the
resistance, the aliens who are totally against this
colonization by 2012, they don't want to put off a
confrontation anymore."

Scully had a surge of fright-feeding adrenaline. "They're
calling for an early war, aren't they? Damn... I knew it!"

"No, no. They don't want anyone warring over the Earth.
They realize that just because they came from planets,
and wars and Armageddons you can't imagine, it all has to
stop sometime, somewhere. Theirs is a more compassonate
race than those who live in the black oil. The grays, the
bounty hunters, they may be outnumbered by a massive front
of resistance from the race Jeremiah Smith represents."

"Do they have a plan?" Mulder wondered aloud. "What will
happen and when?"

"I'm not sure yet. But do know that you, Dr. Scully, and
your baby boy have something they need. And if they have to
go away without it they will, and they will die as will
their race. But not before the others suffer serious damage.
Damage enough to send them out. Purity, the grays and the
shapeshifters are from places Hubble hasn't begun to map."

With that mother bear look in her eyes, Scully asked,
trying to use her soft voice, containing her fear and anger,
"What do the three of US have that THEY want? Besides
scars..."

"A cure. A vaccine. And Jeremiah's people cannot do it by
laying their hands on each other. It comes down to microbiology.
In a way, you are their version of a Messiah. Maybe Mary, babe
and deity rolled into one. When you were taken, both of you and
the baby developed immunities. The solution to the problem is
in your bodies."

"But how..."

"From what the descendants of the Anasazi told me, there are
many races in the universe. But all answer to a creator. Even
the Consortium menbers thought they were doing good, until
they met the evil in the aliens. The aliens broke the promises
made in 1947. Men of considerable wealth and influence lost
their family members to a false promise. And because of your
quest, which was still a noble one, the right one, Mr. Mulder,
you and your partner lost so many loved ones. No more."

"Where are Jeremiah Smith and his soldiers?"

"I should know pretty soon. I have a few more stops to make,
and I'll be in touch with you," Gibson stood tall and proud.
"Oh, Kersh is not your enemy, never was. Now you can have that
life together you were dreaming about, when you spent the time
at my trailer last year. I'll be safe, and I will know where
to contact you. Just be careful, and stay away from the FBI
and the NSA until things are cleared up, okay?"

Scully hugged the young, special man. "Okay. I think you're
the best friend we've made in the past ten years," she said
tearfully.

Mulder put his arm around Scully and shook Gibson's hand.
"That goes for me, too. Remember Gibson: you're unique. But
you never need to be lonely or alone. Thanks for the help,
buddy." He, too, hugged Gibson, smiling, but with a tear in
his eye. "Remember: you are NOT cursed; you ARE gifted."

"Just my life's mission, I guess. Gotta get a bus to Buffalo.
You're a lot better to me than my parents were at times, but
I do love them. Take care." The young man closed the door
behind himself and dropped a piece of hotel stationary as he
did so.

Scully picked it up and read it to Mulder. "I know you two
aren't just friends. You were always more than friends...
Gibson."

"See? I told you we were destined to be together, didn't I?"
As Mulder ducked the thrown stationary, he realized Gibson's
words were so true. And maybe he knew it from the first day
he heard Scully's heels click click into the 'Office of the
FBI's Most Unwanted'. "Indeed, the murky water's getting
clearer." He kissed the nape of Scully's neck as she melted
into his embrace. "I'd sail off into the sunset only with
you."

"Me, too, Ahab. Me, too."

Disclaimer: Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios own the rights to the X-Files title, premise, original Myth Arc, and characters. I intend no copyright infringement and make no money writing fanfiction based on these characters or the series of which they are a part. This disclaimer shall herein apply throughout this entire series.