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From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 11 Mar 2005 23:30:47 -0000
Subject: After the Run, Part 4.5:  And What of the Clones? by Pattie
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Title: And what of the Clones?

Author: Pattie

Rated: Safe for most folks. There are one or two cuss
words.

Category: Post-Series, Colonization Prevented.

Spoiler(s): From the Pilot to The Truth.

Summary: If you're going to save the world, you may as well
be thorough about it.

Archive: Gossamer.  If you want it, just ask me. It can
be seen at Pattie's Pocketful of X as well.

Feedback: patfiler@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Characters and the name X-Files are copyrights
of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Studios.
The idea in this story is mine.

Author's Note: This story takes place during my After the 
Run Series, between Part 4: Jeremiah Isn't a Bullfrog and
Part 5: Fulfill the Prophecy. I looked back and felt that
maybe I wasn't the only one asking, "What do they do with
the clones?"



MULDER RESIDENCE,
WEST TISBURY, MASS.
1:18 AM
HOURS BEFORE DEPARTURE TO 
NAVAJO RESERVATION
 
For many, the fate of the clone colonies, the colony of
drones keeping the bees in Alberta and other locations,
and the many other clones in vitro or mature was not
known. One man would hold the knowledge of that until all 
was resolved regarding the prevention of Colonization.
 
Fox Mulder had been visited the previous day by Jeremiah Smith, 
a member of an alien race opposed to the others who would fight 
the greys for possession of this world.  Smith was among many 
who were called "The Resistance". He advised Mulder and Agent 
John Doggett to travel to the Navaho Reservation to ask that 
mining rights to a rich magnecite deposit be given to those 
still loyal to the government in order to fight off Colonization. 
This metal was fatal to aliens who were exposed to it.
 
Mulder was just falling asleep in preparation for his
early flight with Doggett when he felt compelled to get
out of bed and sit downstairs in the living room. He sat
there for fifteen minutes wondering why he was there.
Scully was fast asleep, as were William and John Doggett. The 
house was locked up and the lights were out. Why was he sitting 
on the couch in the dark? Perhaps the answer would come to mind.
 
Mulder was startled when Jeremiah Smith appeared again.As he 
turned on the lamp beside him, he thought he was dreaming. 
"Jeremiah? It's late... "
 
"We need to discuss one more thing. I'm sorry to have
awakened you. No one must know what we're about to discuss. Do 
you remember the Colony in Alberta?"
 
Mulder rubbed his eyes.  "Do I have a choice? So many 
mute little girls all resembling Samantha when she was
taken.  Then there were the blond boys, the dead Telus 
repairman and the bees. A Clone colony run completely
by drones. Virus carrying bees. Scully was stung by one
of them and damn near died. What about the clones?"
 
"They cannot remain.  They are instruments of the
Colonization plan."
 
"We can't just kill them!  What do we do with them? We give 
them a language, we educate them, we... we integrate them 
into society." Mulder was now wide awake and steaming 
inside. "We don't just KILL them!" he whispered angrily.
"The older ones live with them.  They have language, they 
know what they were designed for and they were fighting 
against it. They were rebelling! I'd like to think that 
some part of my sister lives on after all that #$%@!"
 
"Mr. Mulder, the younger ones stay the same age as long as 
they are alive. Genetically, they have no potential for 
language, education, procreation. They would pose a serious 
burden on society. You do not believe in slavery, and you 
cannot institutionalize them as those with autism or mental 
illness. We propose to take them to our world to live out 
their lives. They will be well cared for."
 
"My God.  And the adults? What happens to them? Do they get jobs 
at Walmart, houses, mortgages and pay taxes? Do we really need 
to see clones of so many abductees, which I remind you includes 
those created from cells taken for me, Scully, and so many 
others? My picture on a few dozen driver's licenses, who knows 
what names they'll have, and I'll be mistaken for them. Oh, and 
Scully? She's seen one clone of herself, Emily. I don't want 
her seeing any more of them around to wound her more than she 
already has been, or looking at other people and seeing her 
face! Dammit! I've had enough! Don't forget the families of 
the women who were taken, their eggs stolen, their clones 
walking around, and their families scared half to death that 
they'll see their wives and mothers over and over again! 
Don't!"
 
"Mr. Mulder, we understand what these men and women went through, 
the women who were given the cancer. We cannot take 
lives that are not ours to take."
 
"Even if those lives were not your enemies' to make?"
 
"We have asked the adult clones who have managed to hide what 
they wish to do. They know they cannot see the families they 
were products of, but they do deserve to live. What we have 
proposed to them is a life on our world, along with the 
younger ones with no language. But again, they are not ours 
to take from their home."
 
Mulder shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "You don't 
understand. I can't just call the various countries of the 
world, tell them I know the secret, and promise to keep my 
mouth shut, expecting to live with that knowledge. I have a 
family to think about! Besides, we can't just ask them to 
please give us the clones because they're not really all 
ours! And I sure can't tell them I know the secret! Do you 
know what many countries are like? Their governments would 
never agree to this!  We'd have more wars, each country 
blaming the other, and they wouldn't believe the 'shadow 
government' story. I have a family to think about!"
 
Smith nodded with empathy. "We will speak to those who were 
spawned from the experiments. We know we cannot put you into 
a dangerous position. Our plans can be carried out. I know you 
think this is not the way everything should have happened. 
We just needed to hear from the clones. We are aware of Earth's 
limited understanding of these things, and the secrecy many 
have been living with. We thought you should know. If at least 
one person here knows the truth, perhaps no one will ever agree 
to a deal such as your government made ever again. You're in a 
position to make sure trustworthy people will know the fate 
of these unfortunate children."
 
"I see.  The... the fetuses... the eggs... what happens to
them?" Mulder found the issue a difficult one. "What happens 
to the knowledge about the genetics? It's far more than the 
genome studies have ever discovered!"
 
"They were terminated, the eggs destroyed, and the doctors 
involved are long dead. Unfortunately, the Bounty Hunters were 
carrying out their plans during the time you and your 
colleagues were investigating the laboratories. No scientist 
who participated in the experiments lives, and no information 
remains."
 
Mulder felt his protective instincts rising to the surface.
"By whose authority?" he whispered.
 
"By those who are responsible for their existence."
 
"Oh no... I have to tell Scully." Mulder stood and was
about to run up the stairs, but Smith held him back.
 
"You must not. Not just because of her condition, but because 
you cannot spread word of any of these things until your world 
is free of those who would own it, and destroy it in trying. 
I know you must rest before your flight."
 
Mulder stood and stared Smith sternly in the eyes. "Do you 
know where they all are? All the clones?  Do you know that all 
the re-written genetic material was disposed of, the eggs and 
fetuses all accounted for and gone?  Do you?"
 
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be standing here before you. The
Bounty Hunters are powerful, and while they do not agree 
with us, we have managed to remain discrete.  Any other 
option is out of the question.  They wish to exterminate us, 
but their hate prevents them from winning. Will you keep the 
information I have given you until the time comes for you to 
reveal it?"
 
Mulder paced the living room, feeling that his heart just
couldn't carry this burden he was debating in his mind.
"For how long?" There was a sense of resignation in his 
voice.
 
"Perhaps the time will come soon, perhaps never.  There may 
never be a need to tell anyone.  You do not need to answer 
people who might not understand any of the things that have 
been done, any of the creatures created."
 
"I'll do it," Mulder said firmly. "Make sure they live
out their lives with some semblance of normalcy and freedom! 
They're still our people."
 
"My race is not a barbaric one, I assure you. They will be 
well taken care of and live out their lives in co-existence
with us. I mest leave now.  All will go well."
 
Mulder was left to ponder their conversation.  If anything,
another secret was one hell of a burden.  Hadn't he kept
a couple of secrets from Scully for too long? First the
removal of her eggs, then his location when he picked upand 
left her so soon after William's birth. He prayed he would 
never need to tell anyone about their loved one's "children".  
Heaven knows, his child had been through enough, and so had 
he and Scully.

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