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scully are property of Chris Carter, Fox, and/or Ten Thirteen productions
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day. For those who care this xfile is rated G.
SISTERS
by J.C.
"...In a related story, today Old Dominion's Aaron Carmon NFL hopeful
collapsed during practice. No word as to the cause of his illness.
College officials say tests are being run to determine the nature of
the ailment Coach Harridan is optimistic about Aaron's return before
the upcoming match up with rival Eagles..."
The girl sat and watched worriedly as the news announcer continued
with the local news coverage. Wrapping her arms protectively around herself
she turned to the identical girl who sat beside her.
"Tell me again what I'm supposed to do." She spoke softly to the
girl.
She waited patiently for the other girl to acknowledge her. She was used to
her sister's ways. She knew urging her to answer her right away would only
lead to the pain...
After nearly a minute the other girl answered. "You have to dream
about them tonight. But only tonight, you can't dream without me.
You know that don't you? You know I love you both and will keep both
of you safe with me...don't you?" Her voice was calming, her face
filled with an expression of peace.
"Yes...I know." The other girl turned back to the television. Her
sister quietly got up from the sofa and walked out of the door.
*****Later that night *****
The girl lay in her bed dreaming........
The autumn breeze blew across the bleachers ruffling Ruby's hair. She
gazed across the field at the tall well built quarterback as he was about
to throw the ball. The coach was yelling orders out to the team members
who were involved in the practice play that was somewhat lost on Ruby.
She had no idea what the rules of the game were. She was here to see Aaron
play. She loved to watch him move. Even though he was really her sister's
boyfriend, who had promised Aaron she'd be here. No one could tell them
apart and so Ruby had come.
Just as Aaron was about to let the ball fly, a bit of red caught
the corner of Ruby's eye. She turned to see her sister standing
near the parking lot that was situated a great distance from the
practice field. The air shimmered momentarily and then her sister
walked off.
The familiar panic welled up into Ruby's heart and she reluctantly
bought her eyes back to the playing field. Aaron appeared to
stumble...
Next thing Ruby knew she was running across the field towards the
scrambling players.
A voice yelled, "Is she crazy! Somebody get her off my field!"
Half a dozen burly football players crashed into a heap, in an effort
to avoid running over the petite girl who was suddenly directly in
front of them.
Heedlessly she ran on towards Aaron, who collapsed at her feet.
Dropping to her knees she tried to revive him.
He opened his eyes weakly. "I'm dying...?" he whispered. Her sister
laughed. Ruby covered her ears against the laughter that wouldn't
stop.
*****
Agent Dana Scully drank the rest of the soda from the paper
Mc Donald's cup, then removing the lid proceeded to munch on the ice.
It was Friday afternoon and she was finishing up the last of her
reports. She would be leaving early to visit a friend from college
in Virginia. Mulder had gone off on a mysterious meeting with the
lone gunmen, that she'd preferred to sit out, Frohike gave her the
creeps.
Agent Fox Mulder stepped into the office to see Scully pouring over a
file. She raised a hand to acknowledge him, not looking up from her
report. Mulder eased his tall frame down behind his typically
luttered desk.
He watched interestedly as Scully worked, absently taking some
ice from the cup and munching on it. A smirk grew on his face.
"You know Scully they say that's a sign that you're sexually
deprived," he said voice edged with amusement.
Scully looked straight up into his eyes and responded without
flinching, "Oh? Do you think you can help me with that?"
Mulder's mouth dropped and for a moment he sat speechless.
Scully went back to her report and resumed chewing her ice.
"Close your mouth Mulder, you might catch a fly," Scully said, then
continued without missing a beat, "I'll be leaving for the weekend,
something's come up a friend of mine in Virginia want's me to visit
her and her daughters. I thought you would want to come along."
"Are you propositioning me, Scully?" Mulder asked taunting.
"Have some ice, Mulder." Scully held the cup out towards him.
Sighing he took a piece and popped it in his mouth, "the trice we
pay..."
Scully continued the explanation of the trip. "A few years back
Becky's sister died, leaving her three daughters, triplets, behind.
Becky adopted them. Three days ago, one of the daughters was checked
into Senterra Bayside Medical Center and diagnosed with kidney
failure. Two days later there was no sign of the illness."
"But Scully," Mulder said, "This wouldn't be the first time someone's
made an amazing recovery. I'm sure you know of more cases than I do
of people who have for no reason been cured even of cancer."
Scully waited for Mulder to finish speaking, "Yeah, but this is the third
time this has happened to her."
Mulder's eyebrows went up in surprise. "When do we leave?"
Hampton Va.
The door of the white two story house opened. A petite girl with
hair nearly the color of blood stood there.
"Hello?" she said, eyeing the two agents standing on the other side
of the door.
"Hello," Scully said, "I'm Dana Scully and this is my associate
Fox Mulder, I'm an old friend of Rebecca Murray, are you one of the
triplets?"
The girl's eyes settled on Mulder. "Yeah, I'm Ruby." She spoke to
Scully
"Aunt Becky is at the hospital with Cinda, won't you come in?" She
turned and walked from the door. She led them into a neatly kept
living room with a big television against one wall. There was a
news cast on.
"They want to keep Cinda another night to run some more tests...for all
the good they're gonna do," she added on a bitter note.
"What do you think is going on with Cinda?" Scully asked.
Ruby didn't answer, something on the television had caught her attention.
Mulder turned to see what was on. A picture of a young football
player at a local University was displayed, Aaron Carmon was a
patient at Senterra Bayside Medical Center with a strange unknown
illness that baffled the doctors.
Mulder turned back to look at Ruby and found that she was looking
at him.
"Mr. Mulder, he's the one," she said.
"The one for what," Scullyqasked, looking from one to the other,
a little put off that she'd asked the question but Mulder was the
one the girl spoke to.
"He's the one that--"
"Why Ruby, what's going on? Who are our guests?" a voice spoke
from behind them.
Ruby jumped as if caught with a hand in the cookie jar.
Her entire attitude seemed to changed. She seemed somewhat
diminished by the identical girl who stood in the doorway.
"Hello, I'm Gemma, please excuse Ruby, she's...easily upset.
I hope you are comfortable. I'd be happy to get you a drink if
you'd like." The girl practically brightened the rqom a few shades
with her manner. She stepped across to shake hands first with
Scully and then with Mulder.
Ruby introduced them to her sister as they'd been introduced
to her.
"I'm very pleased to meet you," she told Scully politely.
"I always thought that Rebecca should have a reprieve from
us girls, we can be so tiring you know. I'm sure she'll be
thrilled you're here." She turned to her sister gracefully
having took over the situation. "Ruby why don't you call the
hospital and tell Rebecca the good news?"
Ruby excused herself and left the room.
"And bring some lemonade for our guests," she said to Ruby's
retreating back. "I'm sure you're both thirsty," she said.
Gemma sat in a side chair that faced both Scully and Mulder across
the room, crossing her legs she settled into the arm chair, placing
her hands over her knees..
"Rebecca hasn't told us about you," Gemma said conversationally,
"where do you know her from?"
Scully answered with a slightly raised brow, " We knew one another
from college."
Gemma smiled shortly and continued, "Oh, that's very interesting,
you're probably going to think this is funny," she laughed, "but you
two look just like secret agents or something like they have on t.v."
Scully and Mulder looked at one another and back at the girl.
Mulder was the one who pulled out his ID. "Special Agent Fox Mulder,
FBI"
The girl looked a them for a second longer before excusing herself and
leaving the room.
Mulder looked in Scully's direction, "Oh, that's very interesting,"
he said in a sarcastic whisper.
A voice cried out from the kitchen followed by the sound of breaking
glass. Both Scully and Mulder were off and running towards the
sound.
Ruby? lay crumbled on the floor surrounded by lemonade and broken glass.
end part one
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Jackee C.
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Okay, I know the layout is horrible. It has been slightly redone. Someday I
will fix it, really. The good news is that part 2 is MUCH better and that you
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This story was written 04/95
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Sorry if I messed up the title out on the net. I was just so excited to
be posting my first story. Disclaimer stuff still in force...
Sorry also that this isn't the end. I thought two would be enough but well, go
figure, I miscalc'd. Hints and criticism welcome. Flame away.
SISTER'S part 2/2a
Ruby lay on the floor shivering, a cold sweat breaking out over her
forehead. Lemonade spattered her clothes and the cabinets.
"Ruby?" Scully called her name giving her a once over for injuries.
The girl began to moan softly wrapping her arms around her midsection,
eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Let's get her out of here before she's soaked through," Scully said mov-
ing to lift the girl from the floor. Mulder helped her get the girl
upstairs and into one of the bedrooms.
"I'll wait downstairs," Mulder offered uncomfortably when they'd gotten
the girl onto the bed. He went off to find a mop to clean up the mess.
In the kitchen, he finally found the mop in a little closet set in a
corner of the kitchen. He had gotten up the last of the lemonade and began
to mop up the stickiness. He was bent over, looking under the kitchen sink
for something to put in the mop water, when he felt a blunt object poked
into his side.
"Stand up, very slowly," a voice said from his behind his back. The
object was poked more firmly for emphasis.
Mulder froze. Then deciding that it would be a good idea to do as he
was asked he slowly stood, raising his hands into the air.
"I'm going to turn around, now," he said as clearly and concisely as he could.
"No!," the voice said, "stay where you are. I'm not afraid to use
this thing."
"Alright," Mulder said slowly, "My jacket is hanging over the chair,
in it you can find my ID. I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. I'm
here--" He was cut off before he could finish by the startled exclamation
of the woman behind him.
"Oh, my goodness!," she said. "You're here with Dana. I'm so sorry
about this. You can turn around."
Mulder was still standing with his back to her, hands raised.
"Only if you promise to remove your weapon," he said, turning around to
face his captor when the pressure was removed from his back.
A small dark haired woman of no more than five feet stood there
holding a permanent marker, looking sheepishly up at Mulder. "I promise
it's not loaded," she said starting to giggle.
"Well, since you've introduced yourself to me," she added, " I guess I should
introduce myself I'm Rebecca Murray."
Mulder held his hand out to shake hers. "I'm glad to meet you," he
said, "but I'm going to have to ask to see your liscense for that thing."
He gestured towards her permanent marker. "Scully didn't tell me you were
armed and dangerous."
Scully rounded the corners at his last words, "Who's armed and
dangerous?"
"Oh, Dana, I'm so glad you came," Becky said giving Scully a sisterly
hug. Mulder looked on jealously. "I know it's short notice but things seem
to happen so fast."
"I'm happy to come, I really should visit more often. I see you've
met my partner." Scully said this hoping to get more information on that
*armed and dangerous* bussiness, she'd walked in on.
"Yes, I most certainly have," Becky said in a tone that made Mulder
blink. Then continuing on without telling Dana what she knew she wanted
to know.
"So since when has the FBI started sending out mop bucket patrols?"
Both Scully and Mulder sobered at the broaching of the incident that led
to the need for the kitchen to be mopped in the first place.
Scully filled her friend in on what had happened with the lemonade
and Ruby. She finished up telling her that what ever had been causing her
pain had passed and that the gi l was now upstairs sleeping.
When Scully finished Becky's expression was replaced with a tired
look that said that this wasn't unusual. Sighing heavily she led the two
agents out of the kitchen into the living room.
"Dana, there are some facts to this little story that I haven't told
yet. These girls of my sisters are...different."
"Different how?" Scully asked reaching out a hand to touch her friend.
She looked so tired and disappointed.
"Let me tell you the story as I know it and then you'll have a better
idea of what's going on." Taking a deep breath she launched into her story.
"My sister, Jennifer, was taking fertility drugs when she became pregnant
with the girls. Originally there were four of them. Two of them identical.
They all seemed to thrive. Growing up they were perfect children, and not just
according to my sister. They were all exceptional students. Perfect.
Then about five years ago, Scarla was diagnosed with a very rare immune
disorder that literally ravaged her system. She died a year later.
After she died, another one of the girls, Cinda was diagnosed within months
with the same disorder. She's suffered through various illnesses. Some
medications have helped with some of the infections, but she's had
*several* serious incidents, all of them she has mysteriously recovered
from. But Jennifer got sick, probably the stress, the doctors never did figure out
what it was. After a year she died too. Then I adopted the girls. When I
first adopted them, they all seemed to want to be close to me. But there
was something about Gemma, I couldn't quite trust her. She always dominated
her sisters. Now she holds such malice against me. Nothing outright you
know just bad karma or something. The episodes with Ruby used to ha pen
more often than I'd like to admit. I thought they had stopped...til now.
One good thing is that Gemma has survived another episode of illness. It was
as if things were getting for them. They are eighteen now, young women
and in college. Gemma and Cinda even have boyfriends, Ruby keeps more to
herself, though. The thing that's really worrying me," she turned and
looked over her shoulder before continuing at a whisper, "is this illness
thing. Everything they get close to, they seem to lose. Every pet they've
ever had has died or vanished, so I stopped getting pets. Now, Gemma's
boyfriend, Aaron has suddenly become very ill, the doctors are all
baffled. Dana, I'm starting to get the feeling that the girls know more than
they appear to. Something is going on here. I need you to just be here a day
or two and see if anything seems unusual to you. I know this sounds crazy,
bringing you all this way but I'm too close to the situati#n to be objective."
Scully #ave her friend a reassuring smile, "I don't mind at all. You
probably just need a vacation."
Mulder had sat up a little straighter at the mention of Aaron, that was
the young man that had been on the news. Ruby had pointed him out as the
one.
"How long had Aaron been ill?" Mulder asked. He was suddenly very
alert Scully noticed the change in him, he was on to something.
"He collapsed at practise the same day they tested Cinda clear of the
problem with her kidneys. I remember thinking how bittersweet it must
have been for Gemma. But actually shes dosen't seem to have been
affected by it at all. Ruby on the other hand is taking it very hard. If I
didn't know any better I'd say he was her boyfriend rather than Gemma's."
Becky offered Scully the spare bedroom and Mulder the sleeper sofa in the
basement. Scully accepted and Mulder declined.
"He has some rather interesting nighttime habits you probably don't want
to know about," Scully told Becky when she was about to argue.
With a raised eyebrow Becky looked interestedly at Mulder. "Hmmm," was
all she said. Scully bit her lips.
"Well," Becky said brightly, "you guys hungry?"
"Starved," was Mulder's response.
"There's a great gourmet pizza place down the street, they do this
wonderful thing with goat cheese, pineapple, and artichoke hearts AND they
deliver. Game?"
"On three conditions," Mulder said.
"Shoot"
"Leave off the goat cheese"
"Okay, and number 2?"
"Lose the artichokes," Scully chimed in.
"Let me guess...three is add pepperoni? How about I surprise you. I bet
I know something you'll both love. Wait here, I'll be right back." Becky
went off to the kitchen to make the order. "Ooh, lovely feeling," she yelled
loud enough to be heard in the living room #s she encountered the sticky
kitchen floor.
"Were you ever the perky, Scully?" Mulder drawled softly.
Scully ignored the question. "So what do you think, Mulder, I know you have
something roiling around in that brain of yours besides goat cheese and
artichoke hearts."
"Yeah, I think I want to talk to Ruby, without Gemma around." Mulder said
"She knows something and I get the feeling she wants to tell someone about
it."
"What makes you think it's you she wants to talk to?" Scully asked,
looking over his shoulder to be sure Becky wasn't back yet.
"You just said so, it's unanimous. Now for oppurtunity. I'll bet--"
Mulder was cut off by the sound of Becky's footsteps approaching. She'd
decided to pick the pizza's up since it was Friday and the drivers were all
busy for the next hour.
"You'd better pray they run out of gouda and bean curd," Scully said.
"Why would I do that, gouda and bean curd are my favorites."
"I thought I heard Aunt Becky," a voice said from the door. Scully and
Mulder turned to see Ruby standing in the doorway.
"She went to get pizza." Scully volunteered. "How are you feeling?"
Scully watched as Ruby's eyes settled on her partner. Looking between the two
of them, she diplomaticly got up from the sofa and headed for the kitchen.
Somebody had to mop up the lemonade.
Ruby came in and sat down across from Mulder. "How much do you know?" she
asked him.
"I know about the sicknesses and your other sister, Scarla. What can you
tell me?" He returned.
"It's us. Gemma and I, we're doing it."
"How?"
"Gemma makes me help, she makes me have the dreams, then she can do what
she wants to. She doesn't tell me how."
"What kind of dreams, what happens in them?"
"I dream about people, whoever she says, someone we both know and then
when she's in the dream, she hurts them. Because of us."
Mulder was silent for a second. "Because of you and Cinda?" He spoke
more softly. "Is Cinda the only one who is sick?" he asked.
Ruby shook her head. "No," she whispered, miserable, "we all are.
One takes on all our sickness. Then the others can live." She wiped a stray
tear with the back of her hand. "If we don't we'll die, we're *special*
children you know," she ended on a bitter note.
"What about Aaron?" Mulder asked. "What's going to happen to him?"
Ruby's eyes widened fractionally just before the front door opened.
"Excuse me," she said and hurried out of the livingroom.
Gemma rounded the corner moments later. "Oh, hello Mr. Mulder, sitting
in the dark?" The room had filled with shadows since the sun was now gone from
the sky. "How about I get a light for you?" She leaned across Mulder and
clicked on a lamp at the end of the sofa.
"Thanks," Mulder said politely. "Been to see Aaron?" he asked. He asked
casually to catch her off gaurd. He was not to be rewarded. Her expression
didn't falter a fraction.
"Yes, I have. If you don't nuture a bond, you'll loose it. I've also been
to see my sister. I'd do anything to protect my sisters, even from
themselves. Excuse me, I have to take care of something." With that she was
gone and Mulder was left alone.
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Ruby was laying on her bed when Gemma entered her room. She knew she'd
be coming. She'd dreaded it. She brought these things on herself, she knew.
Someday she'd have to put a stop to it. Someday...
"Ruby, honey," Gemma said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She
tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from her sister's face.
"You know I need you to dream for me again tonight." Her hand came to rest
on her shoulder. "Dream a different one this time, Ruby. I want you to
dream about him."
Ruby's head turned sharply towards her sister. "No!" she said, for
the first time.
"No?" Gemma questioned surprised. "What about poor Aaron? You are going
to have to make a choice dear sister."
"But why him, Gemma, he'll be leaving soon." Ruby turned sadly away
from her sister. She didn't want to see her pleasant expression that
masked the hardness of her heart.
"Because he's dangerous. He believes."
Mulder arrived at the Murray household at 9:07 a.m. Saturday morning.
Becky and Scully were sitting in the livingroom giggling over something he
couldn't quite fathom.
He'd had a difficult night, his sleep had been disturbed by
discomfort in his stomach. He'd finally gone out at 2 a.m. and bought
some Kaopectate. He'd taken half the bottle. It hadn't helped.
"Mulder, what's wrong?" Scully asked as he sat heavily in the chair.
The dark circles under his eyes only served to accentuate his paleness.
A fine persperation beaded his brow.
"Gouda and bean curd..." he tried to joke, not quite able to pull off
the chuckle. It had taken all of his energy to simply get to the house, a
five minute drive. "Is Ruby here?," he asked.
Scully had reached over to feel his brow. "Well, you don't seem to
have a fever," she declared. "Becky and I are fine, so it shouldn't have
been anything we ate since between the four of us we all ate the same
thing. I don't think Gemma had any."
Becky spoke up from across the table. "Let me go see if she had any
after we went to bed. She hasn't been down yet this morning, maybe she's
sick too." She left to ask her neice about the pizza.
Scully turned back to Mulder, "Does your stomach seem upset, Mulder
are you in any sort of pain?"
"The girls did this, Scully," he said. He watched as Scully's expression
of acute disbelief fell over her face.
"What?!, you can't be serious about this!" she whispered emphaticly.
"Are you sure you didn't go out and get some bad whiskey last night and
are just plain hung over?"
Mulder gave a look of resig ed sarcasm, he'd expected this reaction.
"You know I wouldn't do that," he said. "She told me last night. Ruby told
me."
The phone began to ring in the#background. Scully continued to hold
her gaze with Mulder, hoping he would back down on this outlandish idea.
To her it came so far out of left field so as not to even register.
"I've got it," Becky yelled from someplace within the house. Then,
"Mulder, it's for you." She brought the cordless to him with a slightly
bemused expression on her face.
Mulder took the phone, "Mulder."
The disembodied voice began to speak rapidly, "Mr. Mulder, how are
feeling this morning?" It was Ruby.
"I've felt better."
"I tried to get you #t your motel, but you were already gone and I
couldn't get out last night. I thought you should know that Aaron seems
to have made a complete recovery from that illness that was baffling
the doctors. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"
"Yes."
"You can't let Gemma see you this morning. If she sees you the
transference will be complete. You've got to get away from her.
I need time to do what I'm going to do."
Mulder looked towards the stairs as Ruby's words registered on him.
He heard footsteps approaching the staircase. He looked panicked
around the room. Scully had moved away and Becky had gone back off
into the house.
"She's coming downstairs, now." Mulder said. Gemma's legs became
visible as she descended the steps. Stopping midstride, she paused as
Becky called her name and went back up. Mulder released a sigh.
"Tell her to get my Peacock," Ruby said, "and bring it to the
hospital this morning," the phone clicked as she hung up.
"Scully," Mulder said pushing himself up from the sofa, "I have to
go. Tell Gemma that Ruby wants her to bring her peacock to the hospital
this morning."
"Where do you think you're going in your condition?" Scully asked.
He was acting strange even for Mulder. She couldn't believe he actually
thought she'd let him get behind the wheel of a car.
"Dana, if she see's me I'm finished. I've got the mysterious illness
and now I have to leave before it's for good. Ruby just told me." His eyes
pleaded with her to listen or at least, let him go without a fight.
He leaned against the wall. He had to sit down soon, the room was starting
to swim.
Scully looked at him a second longer and made her decision, she would
trust him. But he still wasn't getting behind the wheel of that car.
"Come on," she said as she helped him out to the car he'd left in the
driveway. "You're the one who's explaining this to Becky."
Gemma stood in the walk#in closet of Cinda's room. "Are you sure she
said green? I would think she'd want something brighter for the day she's
coming home."
Becky nodded her head. "That's what Ruby said. What do you think of
Dana's partner?" She attempted to make girly conversation with her neice.
Gemma shrugged briefly in disinterest, "What does it matter."
"Ruby seems to have taken an interest in him," Becky said choosing
a green print dress that she didn't think was suitable for Cinda, but was
going t have to be the choice, because everything else was either too
short, to dressy or just plain too big. She laid the dress out on the bed.
"In fact, she just asked to talk to him after I got off," Becky finished
her statement.
"What did you say?" Gemma asked disbelieving. Becky repeated herself.
Gemma ran downstairs to find that what she had suspected was true. The two
agents were gone and her sister had betrayed her.
"Aunt Becky," she said breathlessly running back up the stairs.
"We have to get to the hospital now! Dana and Mr. Mulder are gone.
Maybe he got sicker and they had to leave or something." She grabbed a
pair of jeans from her sister's closet.
******************
"Okay, Mulder," Scully said, glancing worriedly at her partner.
"Where to now?" They were on the main road they had come into town on.
Mulder was looking worse than before. He was shivering, cheeks flushed,
eyes closed. When he didn't answer immediately, she began looking for the
blue sign with the white H on it that she'd seen coming into town.
Mulder insisted on walking when they got to the hospital.
"I want to see Cinda," he told Scully. She resignedly went to the desk to
ask where the girls room was.
The corridor that led to Cinda's room was vacant except for two
figures walking hand in hand at the end of the hall. Scully picked out the
odd shade of red hair right away. These two must be Cinda and Ruby. As
drew closer, Scully noticed the odd expressions. Their faces were frozen
as if in deep concentration. Her eyes were drawn towards her partner.
Mulder's face was slack and tired but he pressed on towards the girls.
Scully heard the chime as an elevator stopped on their floor, neither
Mulder or the girls paused, if anything they sped up.
The elevator doors opened behind them just as they reached the girls.
Both of the girls reached out their hands and took one of Mulder's. Scully
could almost touch the tension in the air, something important was
happening. Something...
Running footsteps sounded behind her. She turned, it was Gemma. Becky
followed at a slower pace, begging her neice to slow down. Gemma stopped
when she saw the three standing holding hands. Scully stood in between,
Gemma on one side and Mulder and Cinda and Ruby on the other. Scully moved to
stan# in front of Mulder, who looked as if he were fading fast. She wasn't
sure what was going on here, but Mulder needed her.
"Why?" Gemma said eyes hard on her sisters.
"You said it yourself," Ruby answered her. "Because he believes."
Becky stepped up level with the group, the spell was broken.
Scully heard Mulder sigh over her shoulder. Then she heard him hit the
floor.
Washington D.C. 2 days later
"Scully did I ever thank you for having my stomach pumped?" Mulder
asked. "Lovely experience, I'm gonna have to return the favor someday."
"Would you prefer to die of food poisoning?" Scully returned.
"Did Becky or any of the girls get sick or am I the only one lucky
enough to get the poison bean curd?" Mulder said.
"Actually," Scully said, "all of the girls have come down with the
appendicitis of all things, Becky called me last night. She apologized for
the thousandth time about the pizza."
Mulder perked up when Scully mentioned the girls being sick. "Are
they going to be alright? all of them?"
"You still believe they did it, don't you Mulder?" Scully asked.
Even though no one else had gotten sick from the pizza, Mulder might have
had a reaction to the Kaopectate he'd taken. As far as Scully was
concerned any nu#ber of factors might have combined to cause his
"Yes, Scully, I believe..."
the end.
disclaimer: I've never had my stomach pumped nor do I wish to for the
sake of a weekend story. So if my details are a little off, bear that in
mind. E-mail me with comments.
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