From: Shaun Reich Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 19:34:39 -0400 Source: direct From str22@drexel.edu Summary: Mulder receives a mysterious diary supposedly from Dana Scully, but discovers its amazing secret as he reads it. Spoilers: Reference to Ascension, Momento Mori, Redux II, Emily, One Son, Three of a Kind. Classification: X-File Rating: PG Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the television program "The X-Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringements are intende d. This work is not to be forwarded or distributed to any newsgroup or WWW site without the permission of the author. I give permission for it to be put on atxc. ******************** The Diary 1/1 By Shaun Reich October 18th, 1999 ******************** J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building Fox Mulder didn't feel like coming work today. Scully had just called him at home that morning and told him that she was in Las Vegas and had helped out the Lone Gunmen. He was discouraged to not be the one they turned too, but he didn't let that bother h im. She would be back for work tomorrow morning. Only one day apart from her, that's all. He just didn't feel like coming to work without having Scully there to make his day go faster. Ever since they had gotten the X-Files back, Mulder found himself look ing anxiously forward to work simply because Scully would be there. After being partners for six years, they had gotten closer than either of them would have imagined. A skeptic and a believer. Who would have guessed they would work so well together? Mulder made the turn at the bottom of the dimly lit stairway as he paced slowly toward his recently re-acquired office in the basement. He peered at the door as he pulled out his rattling keys, noticing that Scully's name still was not included on the new nameplate. He felt really bad about it, and planned to fix the problem sometime in the near future. He planted a mental note to himself and entered the spacious office. The windows told Mulder there was a thunderstorm going on outside. He didn't mind though. It would keep his mind busy just listening to the sound of heavy raindrops and crashing thunder. He switched on the overhead lights and walked in, throwing his soaki ng trench coat over a chair near the entrance. Mulder ran his hands through his damp hair, and then over his face to wake up. After making his daily routine of making coffee and putting in a CD to listen to, he then proceeded to go through this morning's mail. A few letters and a small package lay quietly in his mailbox. He tossed the letters aside and examined the wrapping surrounding the package. To his dismay, there was no return address. He ripped it open and slid the contents onto the messy desktop. A small book looked curiously up at Mulder. He opened the front cover to see what it was exactly. To his surprise, the simple phrase, The Diary of Dana Scully, was neatly printed on the first page. Mulder chuckled at the idea of getting to read his partne r's diary, wondering what kinds of things Scully would write about him. Eagerly, he flipped open the diary to the first entry. It had no real date, only 'Day 8, 199?'. Mulder wondered why Scully would write that. He flipped a few more pages to find them all dated the same odd way. Fueled by undying curiosity, Mulder made himself comfortable in his desk chair and began to read the diary. However, he was totally unaware o f the unwarranted odious presence watching curiously from a tiny camera hidden in the smoke detector above his office. Day 10, 199? - Dear Diary, If I can trust my memories, my name is Dana Katherine Scully. I used to be an FBI agent until I was kidnapped by an escaped psychopath named Duane Barry. That's when my life got turned upside-down. The next thing I can clearly remember is waking up very w eak inside some sort of biogenic chamber, dripping with an orange goo. Doctors then examined me for the next few days. The first week was really rough. I still have no idea where I am or how I got here. It scares me to death not being in control of my lif e anymore. Not having anyone to turn to but myself. I really miss all my friends and family back home. They must be heart-broken to have lost me. If I know my partner Fox, he won't stop searching until he finds me. I've seen his determination in his quest to find his sister. I just need to keep my faith an d hope that relief from this imprisonment will come soon. I pray to God that someone will save me from this horrible place. This complex that they're holding me in is really large. I'm not sure where it is, probably underground somewhere unpopulated. There's a wing here which contains six cells. Even though the cells are fairly well-furnished for a prison, none of us prisoners deserve to be here. There are five other prisoners here , all detailing similar stories as me. In just one week, we've learned to depend upon each other for support during these traumatic times. Mulder looked up from the disheartening book and rubbed his eyes. He was at a loss to describe the first section. He didn't want to believe the book. It could just be a fake, sent by the shadow government to confuse him. He wanted to talk to Scully so bad ly at that moment. But she wouldn't be in until tomorrow. He would discuss the diary with her then. But he wanted to read more to see if he could find out if the book could possibly be authentic. Day 39, 199? - Dear Diary, The guards beat me really bad today after I disobeyed their commands. I think it was an example to the other prisoners here the importance of discipline. It simply made us prisoners more persistent about escaping, although the possibility of that decrease s the more we see of the sophisticated security system around this building. Mulder scratched his head and rubbed his face, anything to take his mind off the entries. He couldn't believe what was written before him. But his curious mind forced him to continue reading. Day 61, 1995? - Dear Diary, I got a look at one of the doctors ID badges today. It showed the year to be 1995, which I find hard to believe. I remember it was 1994 when I was kidnapped. Could it be possible that I've been in a coma for the past year? I just don't know. Mulder has en tertained the idea of a shadow government following his work on the X-Files. Could kidnapping me be a way for them to drive Mulder to the brink of insanity? Maybe closing the X-Files wasn't enough for them. Perhaps they wanted to split Mulder and I apart for good. Maybe we got too close to the truth. Day 90, 199? - Dear Diary, I heard from another inmate that the testing is to begin on us tomorrow. They've given us designations that we'll be referred to as. Mine is DS1. Rumor has it that no subject ever survives the testing. Well Diary, tomorrow could be the beginning of the en d of me. I don't know how much more I'll be able to write to you. At least death is an absolution that even these sadistic doctors can't prevent. Day ?, 199? - Dear Diary, I'm sorry I haven't written to you in awhile. I even lost track of the days here. These tests make me really weak. They subject us to a combination of drugs, hynosis, and radiation. I've even had two surgeries where I think they put an implant in my neck, possibly to monitor the effects inside my body. At night, the prisoners are so weak that we are dragged back to our cells and laid out on our beds for the next day's experiments. I happened to have a little extra energy today to tell you about my struggl e here. I wish I were with Fox and my family. They're in my dreams and prayers every night. Dear Diary, It's hard to believe that anyone could ever be so cruel. Dr. Scanlon's insidious experiments here have given all of us prisoners brain cancer. By examining our CAT scans, I've determined that this form of cancer is terminal. It would take a miracle to sur vive the aggressiveness of this cancer. Two of the other prisoners here are already into the critical stages of its development. It won't be long until I start to develop the symptoms they are experiencing. God bless us in the times of need. Dear Diary, Today we lost our first friend. He tried to fight the cancer, but it just wouldn't let him win. The rest of us here are in the critical stages now. I think Dr. Scanlon has triggered something in the implants inside us. I keep having headaches and nausea. Could be symptoms of the cancer also. Soon it will be over with and then I can truly rest. I wonder sometimes what the doctors are looking for. Is it ever worth killing innocent human beings in the name of science and progression? Dear Diary, I had a strange sensation yesterday. As the guards were carrying me back to my cell, I could have sworn that I heard the one guard's thoughts inside my mind. It was the weirdest feeling. Could it be that the doctors manipulated my cancer development to su ch an advanced stage so that I would develop telepathy? I'm still very sick, but not dying. I'm sure that my telepathic abilities will manifest even more as the experiments continue. I may even be able to use it to my advantage now. PS - The guard I heard in my head, Peter, has strong feelings me because of how willing I am to survive. He's been nice to me in the past. He talks casually with me sometimes and smuggles me extra food rations. He might even be able to help me escape when the time comes. Dear Diary, What I predicted is true. I have developed the ability to read minds. At first I was picking up everyone's mind all at once, but now that I've adapted to my new-found ability, I can shut off the minds I don't want to read and focus on just one person's th oughts. Its scary to learn the truth you've been denied. Fox, should you ever read my diary, please stop once you find the truth you seek. To continue on would be to learn secrets humanity is not ready for. I learned today, after almost two years here in this prison, that I am a clone of the original Dana Scully. My designation, DS1, means that I am the first clone of my counterpart. Apparently, the shadow government thought that taking Scully from Mulder's side would diminish his spirit. Instead, they decided to return Scully back to him in a condition near the brink of death. However, they cloned her as a bargaining chip to play should they ever deem useful Mulder's participation in their underground activities. When my counterpart survi ved her ordeal upon return, they decided to use me, the clone, as part of their insidious experiments into manifesting brain cancer into telepathic mind-reading. And Diary, I can find out so much more. I'm planning on reading Dr. Scanlon's mind tomorrow to find out how Mulder and my counterpart have fared. I could gleam so much information with this power they've given me. Eventually, I might be able to harness th is power to use as a weapon and escape here. But all in due time. I need to rest now. Dear Diary, Peter and I kissed last night. I read his mind and found that he was willing to help me escape no matter the cost. Although he knew our chances of success were minimal, he didn't want to see me wrongfully imprisoned any longer. We then started to devise a n escape plan. We haven't worked out all the bugs yet, but we're just waiting for the right time to escape. In the meantime, there's some research I want to do on Dr. Scanlon's activities. I read the passwords out of his mind today and am planning on breaking into the secret files on his computer. I want to find out exactly what has been done to the real Agent Scully and myself. Dear Diary, Peter helped me break in Dr. Scanlon's computer today during lunch time. I found out that he has killed previous abductees in Allentown posing as a scientist trying to cure cancer. The real Agent Scully almost ended up as one of his victims. It turns out that she left the hospital and continued working on the X-Files. I've read that she even managed to survive her cancer. A splendid miracle for Dana. I also discovered that the shadow conspiracy has a new threat to their existence. Apparently, there's group of rebels out there trying to stop this project referred to as 'colonization'. If I can just wait until these rebels bring them down, maybe then I can escape from here. But the most shocking news I found out today is that of the tests performed on the real Agent Scully while she was held captive. Apparently, they stole her ovaries and created a genetically-altered daughter named Emily. I always wanted to have children on e day, but apparently that choice has been taken away from the real Dana Scully. I can't help but hope that Mulder doesn't stop until these men are brought to justice for their crimes against humanity. Dear Diary, Peter informed me last night that the rebels have starting striking the shadow government's underground industrial network. He says that our complex could be hit any day. All of the test subjects are going to be exterminated as a safeguard. Therefore, Dia ry, this could be my final entry. Should Peter and I prove able to escape, I will be forever grateful for his help and kindness. However, should these be my last few hours, I have decided to hand you over to Peter. I'm going to instruct him to mail you to Agents Mulder and Scully at the FBI. Therefore, my agony and trials here won't go unnoticed. You have been my greatest ally in surviving these ordeals, and I hope I get to write to you again. Take Care and God Speed, Diary. Mulder layed the book down slowly and rubbed a tear from his eye. Fictional or not, this story made him cry. He couldn't imagine his Scully being cloned and subjected to tortuous experiments. Several blank pages followed the last entry. And on the last pa ge was one last paragraph, a note to him. Dear Agent Mulder, My name is Peter. As you know, I tried to help Dana Scully escape. She pretended to hold me captive with my weapon and made her way to the ground floor. But when she reached the main gate, a sniper shot her from behind and she died instantly. I grieved he avily for her death, and honored her request by mailing you this diary she kept. When the investigation into the Scully clone's escape through the compound is completed, I will be terminated for treason. Therefore, this diary will be the only communicatio n you will receive about the incidents mentioned. Please, for Dana's sake, bring these men to justice to avenge our deaths. Good luck in your quest. Sincerely, Peter M. Mulder's stomach churned from the injustices of the diary. He took his legs off the desk and stood up to stretch. The diary was as horrific as it was perplexing. The possibility of a Scully clone held captive for three years for experimentation made his q uest for the truth all the more intriguing. He heard his stomach churn again. Mulder glanced at the wall clock and noticed it was already past lunch time. He placed the diary in his desk drawer and picked up his damp trench coat. Mulder planned to have the book dusted for fingerprints and hairs aft er he returned from lunch. He hit the light switch while walking out and locked the door to the basement office. Ten minutes later, an odious man stood next to the door, smoking the remains of his Morley cigarette. The aged man picked the lock to the basement office door and waltzed into the darkness. By the dancing flame of his lighter, the man opened the desk draw er holding the forbidden diary. After thumbing a few of the pages, the man pocketed the diary and exited the office as smoothly as he had entered, except for one difference. The butt of the Morley cigarette lay stomped into the tiled floor of the office a s a marker for Agent Mulder. Upon his return after lunch, Mulder was furious to find the familiar cigarette butt and the diary missing. After ten minutes of punching the wall and kicking sturdy objects, Mulder grabbed his coat and walked angrily out the door. He was tired of being us ed around like a cat's playtoy. Without the evidence of the outrageous story in his possession, he would sound crazy to Scully and AD Skinner. As a result, Fox Mulder vowed not to tell anyone about the diary or the clone. The End