Subject: *New* Harmony: Veritas vos Liberabit (1/2)
From: Diana Alexander [diana.mulder@usa.net]
Date: 26 Oct 1997 22:35:35 -0800

Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, The Lone
Gunmen, Skinner, and all the people involved in
the episode "Gethesemane" of The X-Files are the
property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and
Fox Broadcasting.  No infringement is intended.
The personas created for Mulder and Scully,
however, are mine, as is the situation I put them
in.

Rating: PG-13, at most

Classification: SRT

Spoilers: 4th season, including Gethsemane

Timeline:  This universe breaks off somewhere
between Gethsemane and Redux.

Summary:  Due to the events that we think we see
in Gethsemane, Mulder and Scully hatch a plot to
put them in the offensive fight against the
Consortium instead of the defensive for a change.

Author's Notes:  I know, I know.  You're all
groaning and saying "oh, no, not another
Gethesmane fic; I'm sick of it." <g> but this goes
a bit beyond Gethsemane, and it involves an
interesting twist, I think.  Besides, it has the
Gunmen in it, so it can't be all bad, right?

Thanks to "Dark Angel" for beta reading this for
me, for giving me the title, and putting up with
me while I wrote it. :)

*    *    *    *    *
Harmony: Veritas vos Liberabit 
By: Diana Alexander 
(diana.mulder@usa.net)
*    *    *    *    *

The lie is set
The betrayal believed
Partners parted
For all time
Souls in harmony
Shattered
Separated
Is it the truth
Or just the lie?

*    *    *    *    *

Tears slowly slipped down his face, endless 
streams of anguish present for the world to 
see.  Scully had been made to believe the lie, and
now, she blamed him for the cancer that was slowly
killing both of them.  

Without her, his work was a waste.  He had begun
to realize that soon after she was abducted by
whatever had taken her and caused three months of
her life to mysteriously disappear with no
explanation.

Scully and Samantha.  The two S's.... and the two
most important women in his life.  Samantha's
abduction when he was 12 had managed to affect him
for his entire life, until Scully had entered it.

He idly watched the screen, pretending to be
interested in the footage he had seen hundreds of
times now.  The tears continued to fall as he
heard her words in his head.

<They gave me this disease to make you 
believe...>

Picking up his gun, he stared at it, the
temptation mocking him.  It would be so easy to
just place the smooth metal against his temple and
pull the trigger.  

Bang.

Over in a minute.

No more pain or suffering.

But, wait... No, he couldn't... Mulder closed his
eyes, and the image of his partner's frail form
leaning over his coffin, her tears mixing with the
rain falling from the sky appeared before his
closed eyelids.

He also heard her scream, "You bastard!  How could
you ditch me like this?" and decided to put the
gun down because he knew that Scully would track
him down in their next lifetime just for the
pleasure of kicking his ass.

<But,> he thought as he placed the gun back on the
table, <it's time for us to retaliate against the
forces holding us pinned.  The seekers are about
to go on the offense.>

He liked the sound of that, and turned off the TV,
then walked into the bathroom to clean himself up
and looked for his favorite clothes to wear on
nights like this.  His own words came back to
haunt him, and his lips curved up into an
unwilling smirk.

"I guess I need to put on something black and
sexy, because we're going to be doing some funky
poaching."

Even now he could feel a part of himself reaching
out to her over the miles and events that had
begun to separate them.  He couldn't let it
continue to tear them apart.  It had to be
stopped.

Right here.

Right now.

He stopped for a moment and finally was able to
think of all the things that had happened to them
over this past year, and discovered where the most
damaging one lie:  the case at Apison, Tennessee. 
Melissa Riedal Ephesian, his so-called soulmate had
started all of this.

Once a friend from his childhood had told him that
soulmates aren't always what you think they are. 
They can be a good friend, a sister, a brother,
or, the more common lover.  It was easy to mix up
which one was which, but eventually you'd sort
them out.  Too much had been going on for him to
sort it all out until now.

Even before her cancer, and the abduction that had
been the cause of it, their souls had worked in
harmony, a parry and thrust of belief and
skepticism that he could no longer live without.
He was running out of time to tell her how much
she truly meant to him, and he was determined that
not another day would go by before the words
passed from his lips.

Sometimes, flashes of something Mulder would
almost call intuition would hit him, and they
helped to keep him alive another day to find the
Truth, so he listened to them.  One of these
flashes told him to get out of the apartment
*now*, and, as always, he listened.

Grabbing the jacket from the back of the chair, he
ran out the door, allowing it to slam behind him.

<I've got to get to Scully.  Now.>

Even as the elevator doors closed behind him, a
silent figure moved from the staircase to the room
recently occupied by Fox Mulder even as another
man walked down the highway.  Within moments there
was the sound of a gunshot, and one of the men
slipped out of the room, gun smoking as he slid
into the darkness of the hallway.

*    *    *    *    *

Dana Scully sat, wrapped in darkness, as she lost
herself in contemplation similar to that of her
partner's before he decided to come to her at
last.  

Her words had pushed him away again, and she had
to wonder what it was that had made her believe a
complete stranger over her partner.  Evidence?
That evidence could have been faked, and it had
been, many times in the past.  What made this time
different?  The fact that she had been told
exactly what she wanted to hear?  No, that wasn't
it, either.

A firm knock at the door interrupted her reverie,
and she automatically reached for her gun before
moving to the door.  She listened to her own
breathing and heartbeat before asking, "Who is
it?" and held her breath for the familiar answer.

"Scully, it's me."

She let out a sigh of relief and unlocked the
door.  He stood there, looking as though he had
spent the last couple of hours crying, but
something had drawn him there, from the looks of
his dark attire.  He looked like some seductive
Gothic spirit sent to haunt her... She shook the
thought from her mind and moved from the door,
allowing him to enter.

"What's wrong, Scully?"

"Nothing... why would anything be wrong?"

"You were just asking very paranoid there for a
moment," his lips quirked up into a smile, and he
leaned in to tell her, "Now I *know* you've been
working with me for too long."

She gave him a weak laugh, and gestured to the
couch.  "Have a seat."

"It's awfully dark in here, Scully..."

"That's 'cause there aren't any lights on," she
smiled as she flipped the switch, lighting the
room.  "There.  Is that more to your tastes,
Mulder?"

"Much better," he returned her smile, and leaned
back on the sofa, closing his eyes, and inhaling
the scent that seemed to grace everything she
touched.  Including him.  He felt the impression
of the couch beside him as she sank down at his
side.

"So, Mulder, what brings you here?"

"Well, Scully, I was pretty close to the edge
tonight, but I came to my senses.  I think we
almost believed the lie they sent us, and I think
it's time to fight back with our own set of lies."

"Hmm," she sat with a contemplative look on her
face, "I agree with that, but what makes you think
this was the lie they wanted us to believe,
Mulder?"

"Because it was the most deadly, and the one most
certain to drive us apart.  We've always been a
most devastating team, Scully, even from the
beginning.  Once they put us together, we were
unstoppable." 

Scully stared at him, slightly hypnotized by the
expression on his face as he spoke the words.
There was no doubt about whether he believed them
or not; the look of realization in his eyes was
unmistakable.

Just as she parted her lips to respond, the
ringing of the phone broke the mood.  Shaking
herself, she reached for the phone, with a soft,
"Scully."

"Agent Scully, this is Assistant Director
Skinner."

"Yes, sir?"

"You will be called before a committee tomorrow to
give your report on the state of the X-Files."

Her eyes widened, but her tone did not reveal her
shock, "Yes, sir."

"That will be all," he said succintly before
hanging up the phone.

She hung up with a dazed look on her face.
Mulder leaned in to ask, "What's wrong, Scully?"
taking in the look on her face.

"They're calling me in, Mulder..." she shook her
head slightly in disbelief. "You must be right...
they think we believe the lie..."

He pulled her close to him, and told her,
"Scully, I swear to you, if I have anything to do
with it, everything will be all right."

"But what are we going to do now?"

"Go to the Gunmen.  They're the only people we can
trust now."

"Now?"

"In the morning.  Tonight, we rest.  Something
tells me that we're going to need all the strength
we can get to live through this."

*    *    *    *    *

They were up early - three a.m. according to the
clock - and Scully found herself dressing
similarly to her partner as she pulled out a pair
of black jeans and a long sleeved black
turtleneck.  Pulling her red hair out of the
shirt, she pulled it back into a ponytail and
frowned as the few strands slipped through. 
Grabbing a pair of running shoes, just in case,
she walked out to meet her partner.

His eyes swept over her form appreciatively, and
he smiled.  Somehow, they were going to be all
right, and he told her so with his smile and body
language.  No words ever needed to be spoken. 
That's the way it was with them.

"Ready?" he asked her softly.

"As much as I'm going to be, Mulder," she 
answered in those same low tones, and he guided
her out the door as he usually did, with a hand at
the base of her spine to comfort her and remind
her that no matter what happened, he was there. 
It meant more to her than he knew.

Slipping out into the darkness was natural to both
of them.  After almost five years, slipping out in
the nighttime hours to follow one lead or another
was becoming very familiar.  <Too familar,> Scully
thought as they made their way to her car.

The engine purred as Mulder revved it slightly,
and she scolded him with a look.  He gave her a
wry smile in return and backed out of the parking
lot to her apartment building.

"So, Mulder, what's going on?"

"I'm still not sure.  I'm hoping the guys could
give me some sort of idea."

"Mulder, there's something I don't understand.  If
they had wanted to kill you, they could have done
so many, many times in the past.  Why now?"

"I think I've gotten under their skin, Scully.  A
little too close for comfort, if you know what I
mean."

She acknowledged him with a smile, and studied the
dark streets with sudden fascination.  She had her
hands folded in her lap, and was surprised to feel
his hand cover hers.  Turning her head, she met
his hazel eyes with her blue ones.

"We'll make it through this, Scully, and then
we'll find a cure for the cancer.  I promise you
that no matter what it takes, we'll find the
answers."

"I know, Mulder," Scully closed her eyes and
squeezed his hand in hers, "I know."

*    *    *    *    *

The car moved through the darkened streets for
what seemed like hours.  Scully, lost in thought
while Mulder drove, was surprised as the car
stopped, and was put into park.  She looked up
sharply and he glanced over at her.

"Scully, are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"Really?" he grinned at her.

"Really," she tossed him a smile and opened the
door.  They moved toward the door of the secret
headquarters of The Lone Gunmen.  Mulder tapped on
the door and waited for a response.

"Who is it?" Langly's voice floated out in the
most paranoid of tones.

"JFK."

"The door's open."

Mulder turned the knob and they slipped inside. 
The surveillence equipment was filling the room
with a slight buzzing sound and it was lit only by
the monitors on Mulder and Scully's apartment.

"Mulder, we found something in your apartment,"
Byers called him over to one of the monitors. 
There was a man lying dead of a gunshot wound on
his living room floor.  He frowned.

"Scully, will you look at this?"

She crossed the room, and he stepped out of the
way so she could see.  "That's him, Mulder. 
That's Kritschgau."

"I thought so," Mulder shook his head, his brow
wrinkling as he tried to think of a solution to
the situation they had been put into. "They have
to believe it's me that put the gun to my head...
it's essential."

"I'm going to have to betray you, Mulder," Scully
said solemnly as she looked at the screen.  He
stared at her, and she temporalized. "Well, it'll
have to *look* as though I've betrayed you and
your memory, Mulder.  I mean, after all, I was the
person sent to spy on you."

"But that backfired, Scully, and they've got to
know that. Besides, you're not a good liar."

"I can be," she shrugged. "I was a rather good
actress back in college when I was given the time
to prepare for my part."

"So, Scully, what's the plan?"

"I don't know, G-man," she looked up at him 
defiantly. "You tell me."

"Well, if I'm supposedly the person who shot
himself in the head in my apartment to commit
suicide, you're going to have to identify the body
as me, then tell the investigative committee that
I committed suicide."

"That's not all," she admitted. "If I tell them
that the cancer has metastazed, they'll believe
me, and add in the fact that you did not know that
the cancer has started to spread..."

"And they'll have all they want, and will close
down the X-Files.  They'll call it temporary, but
eventually, it'll become permanent due to a lack
of agents willing to work in the division."

"Because one is dead, and the other is fading
fast."

"But what after that, then what?" Mulder asked
her. "I can't stay in my apartment as Fox Mulder,
and I sure as hell can't stay in yours, because
who's to say the Gunmen are the only people who
have your apartment under survelliance?"

"I don't know, Mulder... I honestly don't know."

"We might have an answer for you," Langly's 
voice broke in as he walked toward where they were
talking.

"Oh?" Scully arched an eyebrow.

"There's an abandoned horse ranch out in the
middle of nowhere in South Carolina, and it's just
gathering dust," Byers walked up with something
that might have been called a wry smile on anyone
else's face. "Including some horses, actually."

"A horse ranch?" Mulder looked skeptical. "I don't
know anything about horses."

Scully grinned, "I love the idea.  I haven't been
around horses since I was a kid, and I enjoyed
riding then."

"Oooh, there were a lot of things I never knew
about you, Agent Scully."

"You would have, if you'd have taken the time to
talk to me about anything other than work."

"Touche."

Langly handed them two fake IDs. "Mulder, you will
become Drake Silverston of a small Bureau office
in South Carolina.  They won't recognize Fox
Mulder, and will just take for granted that you're
good at getting inside criminals' heads, so you
can continue to follow leads about the X- Files."

He took his ID and grinned, "Ah, at least it's
better than being called Fox."

"Scully, when you 'pass', you will become known as
Tana Mitchell, a brilliant doctor and good agent. 
Amazingly, they find out that Mitchell is
Silverston's lover, but they don't say much."

She ignored Byers' wink in her direction, and
draped an arm over Mulder's shoulders, pulling
herself close, "So, lover, when are we going to
tie the knot?"

He grinned down at her, and pulled her into his
arms, declaring, "As soon as we get this mess
straightened out, Tana.  I promise."

"Shouldn't you call me 'Mitchell'?"

"Only on the job, only on the job."

Everyone laughed, and she pulled away from 
Mulder before he could take advantage of the
situation, and kiss her in front of the guys. 
Speaking of the guys...

"By the way, where's Frohike?" she asked.

"In the back somewhere," Byers told her. "He was
supposed to be typing up an article for the next
newsletter, but he was seen drooling over pictures
of Pamela Anderson Lee on the internet."

"Ah, well, just as long as it's not me."

"Scully..."

"I know, Mulder," she gave him another hug. "I
need to go home and prepare to play my part.  Are
you staying here?"

"If the guys will have me, I will."

"All right, then," she made her way for the door,
"see you soon, Mulder..."

"Wait!" Frohike ran into the room, carrying a
device in his hand. "Scully, I think you might
need this tomorrow.  It's a link to Mulder and us
in case you stumble at the Inquisition tomorrow."

"Thanks," she smiled, then walked out of the room,
but not before looking at Mulder one last time,
feeling as if she was never going to see him
again.  She shook the feeling off, and headed
home.

*    *    *    *    *    *

End of Harmony: 
Veritas vos Liberabit (1/2)


*    *    *    *    *

Several hours later, Mulder was watching the
screen silently.  At his apartment were police and
detectives, and members of the FBI.  It looked
even more confused than at any time when he had
resided within.  People were there taking
pictures.

Then he saw Scully pushing her way through the
crowds of people, showing her badge.  He judged
her appearance as well as he could through the
monitor.  She looked a little pale, but otherwise
well rested, considering that she had maybe had 3
hours of sleep that night.

<Cool, calm, and professional.  That's my Scully.>

They lifted the sheet from the dead body laying on
the floor, and she looked shocked as she looked
down at it as the man uncovered the sheet.

"Is that him?"

"Yeah." So much emotion was held in that one word.
 If Mulder had ever doubted her feelings before,
there were no doubts now.  She was acting as if it
*was* him on the floor, so something must have
been changed.  That was genuine shock and emotion.

With that, she turned and walked out.  That's when
he flipped on the device Frohike had given her,
and asked, "Scully?  Scully, are you all right?"

"I thought it was you, Mulder... That wasn't
him... it looked like you."

"Scully, I'm here.  Are you going to be okay for
the Inquistition?"

He could almost see her straighten her shoulders
and cover her emotions with the patented Agent
Scully persona.  She was going to be okay; he just
knew she would.  "I'll be fine."

"We're here for you, Scully," he heard Byers voice
behind him.

She nodded slightly, and smiled."I know."

"That's Scully."

"Mulder..."

"Yes, Scully?"

"Shut up."

*     *    *    *    *

Scully sighed and tried to make sure that her
professional armor was fully intact before she
entered that conference room.  Anything less would
ruin the plan for all of them.  Closing her eyes,
she set herself in the professional persona that
she has done so well for so long as she entered
the conference room.

Blevins' voice reached her ears, "Agent Scully,
please take a seat."  After she had moved across
the room to the chair she was to take, he
continued, "Agent Scully, we've had a brief
discussion.  Will you restate the matter that we
are here to put to rest?"

"Yes, sir." Scully mentally pulled herself
together, and prepared to play the part she had
been dealt. "Four years ago, Section Chief Blevins
assigned me to a project you all know as the
X-Files.  As I am a medical doctor, with a
background in hard science, my job was to put an
analytical perspective on the work of Special
Agent Fox Mulder, whose investigations into the
paranormal were fueled by a personal belief that
his sister had been abducted by aliens when he was
12.

She toned her voice to be as sympathetic a partner
as possible while she blantantly betrayed her
partner, "I come here today, four years later, to
report on the illegitimaticy of Agent Mulder's
work.  That it is my scientific opinion that he
became, over the course of these years, a victim.
A victim of his own false hopes and his belief in
the biggest of lies."

<The one you wanted him to to believe,> she 
thought at them as she paused for a moment, 
allowing her mind to wander a bit while she talked
of the lie that didn't exist, then Blevins' voice
caught her attention again.

"What factual evidence?"

"Agent Mulder was recently contacted by a man
whose persuit of this evidence seemed to coincide
with his own.  In his intense desire to believe,
Agent Mulder was duped by this man.  He was fooled
by a piece of scientific sleight of hand,
calculated to perpetuate false truths.  I am here
today to expose this lie to show this mechanism of
deception that drew him and me into it."

"Ooh, Scully," she heard Mulder's voice in her
ears, and it gave her strength to continue playing
the part of Turncoat Partner, "I never would have
thought you to mix truth and lie to make your
betrayal more convincing."

She would have liked to respond to him, but as
matters were, she couldn't and not give herself
away for what she really was.

She continued by describing the apparent autopsy
on the E.B.E. that Mulder's contact had found, and
how she had been contacted by a Michael
Kritschgau, who told her of the lie that Mulder
had been lead to believe, along with the meeting
that Kritschgau had asked her to arrange with
Mulder.  When at the end of said meeting, Mulder
didn't believe, she told them the reason why.

Then, it seemed as though she was outside of her
own body when she described in the most medical
terms how the cancer that had plagued her was
starting to spread into her bloodstream, and would
slowly, but surely conquer her.  That was when she
started getting the pity looks from the members of
the committee, and it was all she could do to keep
from running from the room, screaming her head
off.  Only the purpose of the meeting kept her
there, enduring it all.

Finally, she drew in her breath, and remembered
what she had seen when called to Mulder's
apartment, and began to tell the last chapter of
the story. "Early this morning, I got a phone call
from the police, asking me to come to Agent
Mulder's aparment.  The detective needed me to
identify a body."

"Agent Scully?" Blevins voice held the pity that
everyone in the room felt for her.  With her
condition, and with the news she brought to them,
it was surprising that tears merely glittered in
the depths of her eyes instead of spilling down
her face.  

She drew in a breath, and shakily told them,
"Agent Mulder died late last night by an apparent
self- inflicted gunshot wound to the head."

The silence shook the room, and Scully kept 
herself in check, certain that if she started
laughing now, they would all commit her to an
insane asylum because she'd been stuck down in the
basement with "Spooky" Mulder too long.

Finally, Blevins spoke again, "Agent Scully, the
X- Files division is unofficially closed, and you
will be reassigned to Quantico until you reenter
the hospital," she nodded mutely at him. "That
will be all, Agent Scully.  Thank you."

She nodded at the comittee, and rose from her
chair, walking out the door with straightened
shoulders, and a determination not to give up just
yet.  Once outside, she leaned against the wall
and let the tears flow for a moment.  

"Scully, are you all right?"

"Mulder," she shook her head, "I wish you would
stop worrying about me so much.  I'm fine."

"You were great, Scully.  Come on back; we're
waiting on you."

With a smile, she dried her eyes and headed back
 in the direction of the car.  Once there, she
prepared to head back for the headquarters of the
Lone Gunmen, the only people she trusted, though
not as much as she trusted her partner.

<And the man I love,> she added silently as she
exited the building.  That was a secret that only
her heart and his would know.  A secret they had
known for quite some time.

*    *    *    *    *

Once again, Scully approached the door leading
into the cavernous insides of the Lone Gunmen
headquarters in D.C., and once again heard the
suspicious tones of Langly asking who wanted to be
allowed inside.  Her lips curved into a smile as
she gave her answer.

"Pamela Anderson Lee."

The door swung open, and Mulder, dressed in 
casual clothes, looked her up and down before he
responded. "I don't think so.  Pamela Anderson Lee
doesn't hold a candle to you."

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Mulder," she
paused for a moment, giving him a similar look,
and grinned. "Or should I call you Silverston?"

"Mulder will do for now, Scully, but now we have
to talk about what will happen after they ship me
out to that ranch in the boonies of Carolina," he
placed his hand at the base of her spine, and
guided her into the room.

"Like what?"

"Like, how am I supposed to handle *horses*...
Scully, I don't know one end of a horse from
another."

"Well, Mulder," she said with a grin. "One end of
the horse will bite you and the other end will
either swish you in the face with its tail or kick
you some place very painful.  Any more questions?"

He started to open his mouth when Byers came in,
and said, "Ah, Scully, glad you're here, so we
wouldn't have to put up with his whining about
never ever ever getting to see you again."

"Oh?" Scully left Mulder behind as she followed
Byers into the room. "He actually was worried that
he'd never ever see me again?"

"Scully, you know how Mulder is," Byers said as
they walked further into the home of the biggest
conspiracy nuts on the planet. "He may not show it
often, but he really cares about you.  He worries
about you a lot.  He doesn't say anything, but
then again, he doesn't have to, does he?"

"No," Scully was taken slightly aback. "No, he
doesn't.  So, what's going to happen?"

"In a few hours, Mulder is going to be taken out
to the horse ranch, officially changing to the FBI
agent, Drake Silverston, who desires a new start
on the ranch, although he doesn't really know what
he's supposed to do."

"Any links to modern technology?"

"Would you expect anything else from us?" Langly
broke in with a smile.

"Yeah, Scully.  Since his image has to be 
impeccible outside of that room, we'll send him
porn pictures through e-mail."

"Frohike..."

"What?"

Scully just shook her head.  <He's impossible...>

She sensed Mulder walking up behind her, "So,
guys, when do I head out, then?" She could almost
feel his sigh move through her, and she closed her
eyes.

"In a minute."

"Then I'm going to talk to Scully outside for a
while.  Call me when you're ready to take me
away."

"We're going to lock you up in a little room,
Mulder."

"I'm sure.  With padded walls, I'm sure."

They all laughed, and Mulder escorted Scully back
outside again.

"Scully," Mulder grasped her by the shoulders, and
she looked up at him, "I want you to promise me
something."

"What?"

"Take care of yourself.  We can't save you if you
end up dead somewhere along the way." His lips
curved up in a wry smile.

He grinned at her sheepishly, and pulled her
closer to him. "I ask one thing of you, Scully.
Something I can remember."

"What?"

"One kiss.  That's all I ask."

"I always wondered what it would be like to kiss
you," she teased him lightly.

"Well, here's your chance to find out," he
returned.

Pulling herself up so she could tangle her fingers
in his hair, Scully kissed him for all he was
worth.  For a few moments, it was just that kiss.
Then, unfortunately nature insisted that they must
take a breath.

"Whoa... that was just..."

"Amazing?"

"To say the least."

Just then, the sound of hoots, hollers of "it's
about time," and a sharp whistle reached their
ears.  Mulder turned to glare at the Gunmen over
his shoulder while still holding her.

"You can all just shut up," he laughed, and Scully
snickered.

"I don't know why you thought they'd react in any
other way, Mulder," she responded, pulling away
gently. "After all, consider who we're dealing
with here."

"Yeah, I know..."

"Mulder..."

"I know, I know..." he turned back to her. 
"Scully..."

"Go," she pushed at him, and he looked at her
pitifully.

"But, Scully..."

"Mulder, go before I shoot you again," she
laughed. "You have to do this."

"I know," he whined.

She gave him a little push, and this time he
listened.  With a sigh, she stood there until they
drove away.  With a sigh, she shoved her hands
into the pockets of her trenchcoat and walked back
toward her car.  This was going to be the
beginning of a crazy ride, and she needed to be
well rested if she was going to make it.

"Until we meet again, Mulder, godspeed.  
Godspeed."

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End of Harmony: 
Veritas vos Liberabit (2/2)