From: th-001@paranoia.co.uk Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 01:47:50 +0100 (GMT+01:00) Subject: xfc: Masterplan by TH001 (PG) Source: xfc TITLE: Masterplan AUTHOR: TH001 FEEDBACK: th-001@paranoia.co.uk DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral, Xemplary, Gossamer are fine. Any where else? Just give me a heads up in email form. SPOILERS: Scully mythology up to En Ami, but deals with the events in Requiem RATING: PG SUMMARY: What if everything Scully has ever been told about her health was a lie? DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'em yadda yadda yadda. AUTHOR NOTE: Not in anyway connected with the plot lines of my other post-Requiem stories. This follows a different theory -- where it came from is a mystery. This time, it would be better if you HAVEN'T read my other two (three?) tales. MASTERPLAN He leaned back slightly against the wall to take in the shear sterility of the operating room. The walls were a glistening silver, the floor a polished white that looked like it was scrubbed all the time. The operating table in the center of the room matched the silver tone of the walls, and the sheet covering the patient it held matched the floor. Only one nurse accompanied him in the room; she was preparing the instruments and the injection, as well as checking over every detail. He had told them this meant a great deal to him. He had been truthful when she had told her that when he looked at the sum of his life and what he'd leave behind, all his carefully layed plans had gone to ruins. That is, the plans that didn't involve unknown mystery to this patient laying quietly on the table. He asked the nurse to leave; what he needed to tell her no one else should hear. They couldn't hear it -- these truthes were for her alone to keep, even if she probably wouldn't consiously hear a word. Slowly . . . stiffly . . . he made his way to the table, stopping to blow the breath of air being held firmly in his mouth. He felt the warm air disolve among the clean, sterile air of the room. He leaned toward her face and began to speak. "All I want is the chance to do man a service before I go, Dana," he said, echoing the words he had spoken yesterday in his office to her. "You don't realize the grand scope of my measure, you haven't come to understand the masterplan of my actions." He stood up straight again, and smiled. "Yes Agent Scully, everything that has ever happened to you has been a lie, do you realize that?" He knew she wouldn't answer, the sedative he had given her while she slept was strong enough to knock her out till morning. "Your placement with Agent Mulder, your abduction, your sterility. All . . . 'crimes of oppurtunity.'" He shifted on his feet slightly, looking down at them with each of his movements. Picking his head up at their cease of activities, he continued. "Didn't it ever seem strange to you, Agent Scully, all the convinent barriers that popped up whenever your relationship with Mulder was good and strong? Your relationship . . . that was the first rule you broke, you know that right? You weren't supposed to like him. You weren't supposed to dedicate yourself to his cause. He was the opposite of what you wanted in a man, for God's sake. You think I hadn't figured that out? "Like I told you already, you are drawn to men of power, Mulder not being on of them. Sure, he was superior to you in experience, but not the kind of power you like, Dana. You like teachers, professors . . . "We abducted you to keep you from Mulder! He was supposed to give up hope, he was supposed to forget about you!" He paused for a moment, as if to let the unconsious figure take in what he was telling herself. Take it in, digest it, understand it. "Things were going our way for three years there. Your relationship with Mulder was a threat because of what could of spawned from that -- a child. We couldn't risk that because a child of yours would be from other plans of ours. It would serve OUR purposes, be on OUR time. Your diagnosis of cancer . . . that was real. But you WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FIGHT! You were supposed to surrender to the illness, and once cured, our masterplan for you Dana would have then been set in motion. "But you fooled us again, didn't you? I never anticipated the trust and loyalty you would gain for Mulder. And I saw where your relationship with him was headed . . . I didn't like that path. We had choosen for you long ago that no relationship you would pursue would ever become sexual because the risks were too high. So we threw you another curve ball, Dana. We made you sterile." He let himself chuckle at this last statement. He could almost imagine the realization crossing her face should she be fully consious and aware. "Don't you see? The test results . . . it was all doctored. You don't know it, but Mulder found what he believed to be your ova -- all of them. He was right, they were yours, but not all. You can have children, Dana." He shook his head silently. "It seemed to be working, too. You were so wrapped up in your own grief -- about your lack of motherhood and your one lost chance -- that you didn't want to pursue anything with Mulder. We thought we were safe from anything remotely non-platonic between you two. My colleagues, however, weren't so sure, and thus enter Diana Fowley, Mulder's former flame." He chuckled. "You never did like her, you were jealous. That's exactly what we wanted, Dana. She earned Mulder's trust blindly and this killed you, forcing yourself to wonder if you really trusted Mulder yourself." He laughed. "You always were a bit gullible, Dana. I'm glad everything has worked out exactly how I've been planning it for so many years." The silver door behind him opened with a hiss, and four doctors dressed in light blue hospital scrubs entered, each with a white mask across their mouth and a light blue head scrub. They each took their places around the table. One of the four doctors -- the one slightly taller than the others around him -- lifted the sheet of the woman to reveal her stomach, and slow began a sterilizing agent on a section of her side. "Do you really think that's neccessary, doctor? I can assure you I know everything of this woman's . . . noctural occurrances." He looked up at the only man not dressed in hospital scrubs. "This is just a precaution, sir. Besides, if you missed something, injecting her with a second could jeopardize both." Smuggly, he nodded, allowing the doctor to procede. After inject her with the needle and reomving the neccessary fluids, he handed the needle to a doctor seated at a table adourned with a microscope. The second doctor then released the fluid onto a slide, placed it under the microscope, and peered into its two eye holes. After several tense moments, the second doctor looked up, obviously unsure of what he was looking at. Quietly, the first doctor who had taken the fluid came around the woman to also view the slide. His head slowly came up, meeting the suited man's eyes. "What is it?" "It seems, sir, that we have problems concerning this operation. I believe you should see what we have found." Dammit. God dammit, how could this be? How could he have missed something so big like this? Surely, there most be something explanation, some mistake. "When?" he asked calmly. The doctor shallowed anything that might show he was glad. "One day, sir. You miscalculated by one day." "ONE DAY?" He loud bellowing voice echoed around the room as the four doctors stood quietly around her. Turning to leave, he barked his orders. "Take her back to her room, put her in pajamas, bring her out from under. I want that slide trashed. I'll deal with this on my own." As he slammed the medical room's door, plans were already forming in his brain on how he would pay those two scheming agents back. _______________________________________________________________________ * I was hoping this would explain Scully's pregnancy. If I confused you a bit -- here's my theory in a little plainer words: Scully was never actually barren, it was simply a doctored test by good ole CSM. The events of En Ami were not to give Scully the cure for cancer, but to implant her with CSM's child. If you noticed at the beginning of En Emi, Scully was in an awful hurry to get out of her apartment (AKA she was late for some reason) and being the scheming 'shipper I am I naturally chose a dirty reason why. I'm also trying to suggest that CSM orchestrated Mulder's abduction in Requiem to 'pay him back' for getting Scully pregnant. Some guy, eh? FEEDBACK: th-001@paranoia.co.uk written June 2000