From: AnasaziBB@aol.com
Date: Sat, 31 May 1997 18:23:26 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: Another Submission

I think this is the last submission for now.  It is, I believe, the only
non-humorous fanfic I have ever written.  As in the one I previously sent, it
was written before "Herrenvolk" came on.

Thanks!

S. Sanger :)
Title--An Alternate Herrenvolk Version #2
Author--S. Sanger (AnasaziBB@aol.com)
Rating--PG
Classification--XA (?)
Spoilers--"Talitha Cumi"
Summary--Mulder finds out the clones' *real* objective.


	There was a bright flash of car lights, as Dana Scully, Jeremiah Smith, and Fox Mulder tried to start a decent conversation.  Out of the car stepped the lumpy faced man.  He began to advance toward Jeremiah.
	"He's here to kill me," was Jeremiah grim proclamation.
	The man began to get closer.  Mulder's hopes of saving his mother's life began to slip away.  Then he remembered the weapon.
	Faster than he had ever imagined that he would be able to move, Mulder grabbed it from out of his shoe, where it was hidden.  With a shout, he tossed it to Jeremiah, grabbed Scully and fled.  They definitely didn't want to be around when the goo began to fly.  Not even if it meant giving up Jeremiah.


**********


	"Scully, are we ever going to hear from him?" Mulder demanded, pacing around his office.  "It's been three days!  Is he dead?  Is the other clone dead?  What happened?"
	"Mulder, calm down.  Maybe Jeremiah just hasn't had a chance to get in touch with us yet."
	Mulder stopped pacing for a minute and looked at the ceiling.  "But--you would think that after three days, he would have been in the general vicinity of a telephone.  He could have borrowed 35 cents from someone.  The only alternative is, he's dead.  That's the only explanation."  Mulder threw himself in a chair, and Scully looked at him a bit condescendingly.
	"I can't believe you're losing faith in something, Spooky.  You, of all people, should be convinced that Jeremiah is alive.  I've never seen you this way before."
	"Oh, that's right," he said smiling at Scully, "You weren't here when I thought I had lost my best friend."
	Scully seemed to blush a little bit, then said, "Yes, well, if I know our clone friend, he would have let us know if Jeremiah had given up the annoying habit of staying in the physical world.  He sure loves to smirk.  That's all I have to say."  Mulder did not look convinced.
	"It's not Jeremiah that I'm worried about.  Well, I mean I am.  But my mother is the only family I have left, and I don't want to lose her."  Mulder seemed reluctant to say this next sentence.  "And, he did say he knew where my sister was."
	There was a silence in the room so thick that you could almost cut it with a knife.  
	Then Scully ventured, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm worried too.  I mean, your mother almost seemed as close as mine, once I got to know her.  It was strange, like I was related to her--and you--somehow."  Scully began to get a faraway look, and Mulder raised an eyebrow.
	"I'm not sure if that was a compliment or if you were just coming on to me."  He gave her one of his classic quirky grins, glad to be in a lighter area of conversation.
	But Scully still had the faraway look.
	"Scully?  Scully?"  Mulder repeated.  "Earth to Scully, come in Scully.  Hey, Dana!"
	That last shout snapped her out of it.  It seemed to echo in Scully's mind.  " . . . Dana!"
	"Dana," she repeated, softly.


**********


	A scream echoed through an abandoned junkyard.  A woman ran off, moving so fast that she seemed almost to catch up to the scream she had just emitted.  The only thing they could get out of her when she got to the police station was "Goo-person, goo-person."  The guard on duty assumed that the woman had been attacked, and had to search her purse for a phone number to call when she went into a complete nervous breakdown.


**********


	Scully marched into Mulder's office, where he was, expectedly, staring at the telephone for the sixth day in a row.  She stood there for a moment until he looked up.  "They found something, but they don't know what it is.  It was in the junkyard that you and I had to leave before the conflict.  A woman found it, about four hours ago.  There's not much left, and we probably can't ID the body from what's left."
	When Scully had gotten to the word "something" Mulder was already out the door.  She had to run down the hall, shouting the last few sentences after him.  Mulder threw open the office door, and ran out to the car.  Scully got in the passenger side.


**********


	"Scully, it didn't tell us anything." Mulder said, a little sulkily.  "All it told us was that that night, someone got killed."  Mulder's attitude suddenly changed.  He was angry, very angry.  "We don't know who, we don't know when!"  Mulder flung a pencil across the room, where it hit just centimeters above his "I Want To Believe Poster" and broke into pieces.  "We have to find out what happened to Jeremiah Smith.  We have to do it now!"
	"Throwing things isn't going to help the situation, Mulder.  You have to think this through.  Where are you going to look for him?  Who are you going to ask?  Cancerman?  I don't think so.  I think what you should do, is go to the hospital, see your mother, and make sure she's comfortable and not in pain."
	Mulder opened his mouth to protest, when a voice came from the doorway of the office.
	"I think that would be a great idea.  Why don't we go now?"
	Both Scully's and Mulder's heads turned to the door.  It was Jeremiah.
	Mulder jumped up.  For a moment, it looked as though he was going to put his arms around Jeremiah and hug him like an old college roommate.  Instead, he merely said, "Oh, it's you."


**********


	Mulder smiled at his mother, as she lay sleeping in bed.  They had decided that it would be best if Mrs. Mulder stayed in the hospital, until the doctors got around to realizing that she didn't need them anymore.
	"Mulder, you've been here for three days.  Right now it's ten-thirty at night.  I think you should go home.  Aren't you the least bit curious as to how Jeremiah Smith got out of that mess, either?" Scully put her arm around Mulder.
	"No, no.  It doesn't matter.  My mother's the only family I have left.  My father's dead.  My sister is gone to who knows where.  I have to care for my mom." Mulder sighed, and put his hands in his head.
	"Why are you so concerned?  You heard what Jeremiah did for the gunshot victims.  You must have believed it, or you wouldn't have brought him here.  Don't worry so much.  You're making me worry." Scully smiled, and stood up.  "Besides, there's nothing to do in a hospital bed but sleep.  Believe me, I know."
	Mulder nodded, and said, "You're probably right.  I just want Mom out of here and away from anywhere that Cancer Man can be sure to find her.  He could look at home, but he'd probably rather not risk going out in public like that.  She'll be safe, once she gets home."


**********


	"Now, what's next on our agenda?"  Scully asked, as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot.
	"Well, besides finding Jeremiah again, learning about what the organization is going to do, and finding out what the organization is?"
	Scully nodded, "Yeah, besides that."
	Mulder gave her a strained smile, as he stopped at a red light.  "How about find out about my sister?  Mr. Smith sure seemed willing to unleash a lot of secrets, right before we were *interrupted*"
	There was a silence from Scully's side of the car.
	"What's the matter?"
	"Nothing, really."
	Mulder looked at Scully.  Her lips were pursed, and she looked angry.	
	"Nothing?"  The light turned green, and the car started moving again.
	Scully began to nod, and then she shook her head.  "Mulder, what will you do?  I mean, once you find your sister?"
	"I'll get re-acquainted with her.  Find out about aliens.  Find out about the test.  The conspiracy.  The murders, the kidnappings, the rapes, the breaking and entering.  I'll find out."
	"And then what will you do?"
	"I'll . . . share it.  With the media."
	"Are they going to believe you?  Do you think they'd believe someone that came up to them and said 'Hey, guess what.  My sister was abducted by aliens, would you do a story on it?'  If they did every wacko's story like that out there, there'd be no time to discuss the important things."
	"Like wars in other countries, that we aren't even threatened by."
	"ANYWAY.  Like I was saying, they won't believe you."
	Mulder stopped the car, not slamming on the brakes, but fast enough to let Scully know he was ticked off.
	"If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were trying to stop me from getting to my sister!  What is your problem?  Dana?"
	Scully looked stunned for a moment.  She went over the word in her mind.  Dana . . .  It was such a familiar name to her.  It had been hers all her life.  What was her problem anyway?  She was probably just tired.  It had been many days since she had gotten a good night's sleep.  What with the disappearance of Jeremiah, the fight, Mulder's pacing the floor, and his mother's . . . his mother's illness.  She was probably just subconsciously afraid of losing her job, or Mulder, once his search was over.  What good would the X-Files be, once Mulder found out where his sister was?
	"I--I really don't know.  I'm sorry.  Could we just go home?  I'm tired.  I want to think things over."
	"What's to think over?  She's MY sister."
	"And she's--"  What was Scully going to say?  She had forgotten already.  "Let's just go home."


**********


	Scully was having a dream.  She was about four or five years old.  Daylight was just beginning to break over the horizon, and the streaks of pink and gold were pouring in her window.  She couldn't stand it any longer.  She hopped out of bed.
	She ran into her parents' bedroom, and looked at her mother and father.  It wasn't her mother and father.  They weren't her parents.  But she didn't seem to be alarmed, in fact, she was glad it was them.  She had a little bit of a fear, like all children, that one day she would wake up, and her parents would be gone.  In their place would be some strange people that she didn't know.  The grown-up Scully part of her gasped at who she saw lying there, but the child in her just giggled and ran out of the room.
	She decided to run into her brother's room and wake him up.  She wanted to see if he would play a game with her.  More likely than not, he wouldn't want to.  He never did--wait a minute!  the adult in Scully thought.  I don't have a brother.  I have a sister!
	As the little girl's dream body ran down the hall, the mind of Scully reeled, as she realized that in the bed were Mulder's mother and father.
	Scully realized that she was dreaming, and asked herself why she would dream about Mulder and his parents.  No part of her could come up with a rational explanation.
	Just then, there was a pounding on her apartment door.  Scully sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide awake.
	"Scully?  Are you in there?" Mulder called through the closed door.
	"Yeah, yeah, just a minute." Scully wiped the sleep out of her eyes, and threw on some clothes.  As she passed her bed, she glanced at the clock.  Three-thirty.
	When Scully opened the door, she was about to give Mulder a piece of her mind, but was stopped short.  Mulder pushed her aside and yanked Jeremiah into the room.
	"What is this all about?" Scully asked, when the door was firmly closed and deadbolted.
	"I hope we weren't followed.  I wouldn't want another dead body in this whole mess of things."
	Scully just looked at Mulder. "Why are you doing here?" she asked, tiredly.
	"My, aren't we a little testy?  Having bad dreams?"
	"Mulder, getting woken up in the middle of the night to have your insane partner acting like he's in an episode of 'Walker, Texas Ranger' would make anyone testy.  And now that you mention it, I was having a DISTURBING dream."
	"Disturbing, huh?"
	"And if it explains anything, you were in it."
	Mulder's suddenly raised eyebrows began to wiggle up and down.  "I was in it?"
	"Yes."
	Mulder opened his mouth to speak again, but he didn't get anything out.
	"I hate to interrupt anything you two had going, but I thought we were here for a *reason*." said Jeremiah.
	"In the middle of the night?"
	"It was Fox's idea."
	Scully scowled at Mulder.  "Figures."
	There was a silence in the room, then Scully said, "Fine.  Whatever it is you two are here for, let's get it over with."
	Jeremiah nodded, sat in Scully's favorite chair, then began, "Where shall I start?"
	Scully rolled her eyes.  She actually didn't care about any of the alien games that they were playing, especially since it didn't concern her.  She just wanted them to go away, so she could think about the dream she just had, and figure out why it bothered her so much.
	Jeremiah finally decided where to start. "This taking over had been planned for a long time.  We, the clones, did start the idea.  But it was just that, an idea.  We were tired of our creators bossing us around as though we were children that needed to be disciplined.  They made us to be adults, and we were.  By all standards, we could have gone out, forged a birth certificate or two, and made it in the real world."
	He stopped for a few seconds, seeming to need to plan every syllable before saying it.  He continued.
	"But they wouldn't let us.  They bossed us around.  They told us that they had their own 'agenda' for us.  And what we wanted to do had no consequence.  Imagine!  They used words like 'agenda' and other things, as though we were children and needed to be intimidated.
	"They made us . . . do things.  I have the blood of so many people on my hands--"
	Jeremiah stopped again.  Then he continued, nearly whispering with:
	"I don't even remember which one of us made up the idea.  It might even have been me, I don't know.  It wasn't really a serious idea, it was just anger, like against the presidential candidates before an election.  So we joked around about taking over the world, running it our way, using some of the technologies that they had discovered and used on us.  We said we'd use it against them.  We wanted to make them see what it was like to be made up completely in someone's imagination.
	"Then one of us began to get serious about it."
	"Our other clone friend." Mulder put in.
	Jeremiah looked a little perturbed at the interruption, but then continued. "I'm afraid so.  He didn't like anything about the people that had created us.  He wanted to get back at them.  So he devised a plan.
	"I'm sorry to say that the plan worked.  He tried it out a few times.  More times than a few, actually.  And it worked.  Now, he wants to take over the United States, and run it the way that they ran our lives.  If we don't like what someone is doing, we yank a gene here, a chromosome there, and fix it.
	"I used to agree with this, because I hated all those that made us obey them.  I hated what they made us do.  But then, I realized that the majority of the people in the US knew absolutely nothing about it.  And if they did, they would be just as outraged by it as we were."
	"You say that it worked?  On who?"
	Jeremiah suddenly got a strange look on his face.  "Scully," he asked, "is your mother your biological mother?  And is your father your biological father?"
	"Why, yes." Scully said, looking over at Mulder.  His face was as confused as hers was.
	"Are you sure about that?"
	"N--YES, I'm sure!  What a ridiculous question to ask."
	"I don't think you're sure."  He tossed her the telephone.  "Call your mother, and ask her."
	"Wha . . . ?" But she had no choice but to dial, Jeremiah was looking at her so fiercely.
	"Hello, Mom?  I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this, and with a question like this, but . . . are . . . you . . . my . . . biological mother?"
	There was a silence in the room that seemed to last for decades.  Then a faint crying on Mrs. Scully's end of the phone could be heard.
	Scully sat open mouthed as her mother managed to choke out one word: "No."


**********


	As soon as Scully pushed the off button, her arm went limp, and the phone slid to the floor.
	Almost as though she was in a trance, Scully's lips began to move.
	"She said I came to her and my father when they realized they couldn't have children.  They didn't adopt me though.  I was just given to them, sat on their doorstep one night, in the middle of a rainstorm.  A note was tied to my wrist saying 'She won't remember.  You had pancakes last night.  They're her favorite.'  They didn't know what to do with me, so they took me in.
	"Mom was planning on taking me to the adoption facility the next morning, but then the strangest thing happened.  When I woke up, I called them 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' and told them how I could still taste the delicious pancakes from the night before.  It was as though I had always been a part of their family, a half grown up daughter, who had childhood memories that they didn't.
	"She said that Melissa didn't understand all of this.  That when I came was when she became interested in the 'paranormal junk'.  She became obsessed with finding out what had really happened.  Unlike your obsession, Mulder" Scully's almost unseeing eyes went to him "hers died away quickly, but she had always wondered where I came from."
	"Oh, Fox." Scully whimpered.  "What am I going to do?  I don't remember any of this.  I remember the pancakes.  I remember my sister, and my mother and father, and baby memories, but they're not mine!  What's happening??"  Scully began to cry, as chills went down Mulder's spine.  Now, that he was no longer concerned about his mother, his best friend was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
	Jeremiah Smith sat looking on.  "I'm so sorry, Miss Scully.  I'm so sorry.  I feel awful for ever supporting this thing.  Even if it did mean death, I should never had let my clone-brothers help me out.  You see, even though they support this thing, they don't support my death.  We've been together forever.  What have they done, what have I done?"
	All three of them lay there, too stunned to speak for what seemed like the longest time.
	"Scully.  I wasn't sure, but now I am.  When I asked you to call your mother, I was hoping it wasn't true."
	Suddenly, Scully went into a flying rage.  "YOU!!!" she shouted.  "This is your fault!!!  Your little clone friends kidnapped me!!  I suppose they kidnapped me later, too.  When I had that thing put in my neck??"
	With head bowed, he nodded.  "He wanted to see what was happening.  See if it worked.  And now that he had the government's support, he could get them to do the dirty work for them.  Put a few hypnotic suggestions into an already neurotic brain, and you would be kidnapped in a snap."
	"Do you mean to tell me, that the government supports this THING that they're doing?  Taking over the US??  How can they do that??"  Now Mulder was close to rage.  "They'll do anything!!"
	Jeremiah nodded again.  "Well, it's an old saying, 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.'  That's exactly what men like Cancer Man do.  They sell their souls, their countries, and everybody else's souls, just so that they don't have to suffer."
	Mulder felt like slugging something, so he let go of Scully, who was merely sitting there, as still as a statue.
	As if in a dream, Jeremiah began to explain again.  "They took children, mainly, out of homes they lived in, implanted false memories and knowledge into their brains that was so complete that not even hypnosis could cut through.  Since they can't fully erase the brain without extensive damage, some must be left in the subconscious.  It sometimes comes out in dreams, or even de ja vu."
	"Dreams . . . " said Scully.
	"Does that mean that they took my sister out of my home, and put her in another house, with people she didn't know?  That she would have no recollection of me if she saw me or met me?"
	"Or knew you like a best friend?"  Jeremiah asked.
	Mulder's head snapped around to Scully.  "Samantha?" He said, looking at Scully as if he was seeing her for the first time.
	"Fox?  You let them take me." she mumbled, half delusional.
	"Oh, no.  If they can do this to Scully and me, imagine what they could do to everyone else . . . "
	Mulder looked with horror out the window, then back at Scully.
	"Samantha . . . "