From: The Newhouses <newhouse@shore.intercom.net>
Date: Mon, 07 Dec 1998 21:24:03 -0500
Subject: "Paranoia"

THE X-FILES FAN FICTION
	By Penni (that's me!)

Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder belongs to Dana Scully. Dana Scully belongs to Fox
Mulder. Anyone disagreeing with this can kiss my ass. Really, both
characters belong to the almighty Chris Carter, TEN-THIRTEEN Productions,
and the FOX Network. I am only borrowing them, and I have no intention of
harming them. I'm just going to mess around with them, and their
relationship. I'll give them back when I'm done, I promise!



Rating: PG, PG-13
Category: Story
Summary: Mulder finally meets someone he's been looking for.



   By: Penni ---------------
	Fox Mulder sighed as he double-clicked on the icon for mIRC, his chat-room program. He changed his nick to TrustNo1 and went into the usual room, #Paranoia. The usual crowd was in there: 

@Truth13
@MarsStruc
@Spiff
@Believer
@MUFONgal
@Trustme
MmeSpooky

	He grinned when he saw MmeSpooky, assuming it was Scully on the
other end, and double clicked on the name to send a private message. This
is somewhat how the message went:

<TrustNo1> Hey.
<MmeSpooky> Um, hi. Do I know you?
<TrustNo1> I hope so....
<MmeSpooky> So do I.
<MmeSpooky> Your line here, mr paranoia.
<TrustNo1> Mr paranoia?!
<MmeSpooky> You trust no-one. You HAVE to be paranoid.
<TrustNo1> Oh. Sure, fine. Whatever.

	Mulder grinned as he typed his favorite "Scully quote" as he
called them.

<MmeSpooky> Ok....
<TrustNo1> Well, you're obviously not who Dana Scully.
<TrustNo1> Oops..
<MmeSpooky> LOL! I could've told you that! BTW, why the oops?
<TrustNo1> Well, I'm not supposed to give out her name.
<MmeSpooky> Ah.. oops indeed. Lemme guess.. she's MrsSpooky?
<TrustNo1> Yeah.
<MmeSpooky> She WAS in here, about an hour ago.. the chatroom, I mean.
<TrustNo1> Shit.
<MmeSpooky> you could say that.
<TrustNo1> So if you're not her....
<MmeSpooky> My name's Samantha.

	Mulder started a bit seeing that name. Maybe, just maybe...

<TrustNo1> Where from, Sam?
<MmeSpooky> Sam? :P I hate that nickname. What's YOUR name?
<TrustNo1> You really wanna know?
<MmeSpooky> Um.. yeah.
<TrustNo1> Fox.
*MmeSpooky is LOL
*TrustNo1 is NOT amused
<MmeSpooky> Sorry... I had a brother named Fox.
<TrustNo1> heh.. yeah
<MmeSpooky> Ok. I won't laugh... 
<TrustNo1> SO, where from?
<MmeSpooky> I LIVE in Maryland, born in some northern state. not sure
which one.
<TrustNo1> How old are you, Samantha?
<MmeSpooky> Almost 23, why?
<TrustNo1> Nevermind.
<MmeSpooky> No, tell me.
<TrustNo1> Ok... I had a sister named Samantha. She was abducted by aliens
when she was 8, but it was almost 24 years ago.
<MmeSpooky> Really?! My brother was abducted when I was eight!
<TrustNo1> How old was he?
<MmeSpooky> Twelve, but it was almost 24 years ago... this is weird.
<TrustNo1> Almost spooky.
<MmeSpooky> Don't go there.
<TrustNo1> Hey, where in Maryland are you?
<MmeSpooky> How do I know I can trust you?
<TrustNo1> I'm a federal agent.
<MmeSpooky> Yeah. Sure. Like I'd believe that.
<TrustNo1> Where in MD?
<MmeSpooky> Annapolis
<TrustNo1> Ok. I'm in Alexandria, VA.
<MmeSpooky> I know. I did a modem scan.
<TrustNo1> Gee thnx :(
<MmeSpooky> De nada... my computer does it automatically.
<TrustNo1> Tell you what.. I'll meet you tomorrow?
<MmeSpooky> When/Where?
<TrustNo1> J. Edgar Hoover Building, basement office.
<MmeSpooky> Yikes! Which office?
<TrustNo1> The basement one.
<MmeSpooky> There's only one down there?
<TrustNo1> Yeah, and guess who's the lucky one who gets to use it?
<MmeSpooky> You. When?
<TrustNo1> Well.. my partner might freak out if some stranger comes
waltzing in, so about noonish?
<MmeSpooky> About noonish. Got it.
<TrustNo1> Ok. So, who should I look for?
<MmeSpooky> Me
<TrustNo1> Well, duh. What do you look like?
<MmeSpooky> <g> I'm about 5'6. Long dark curly hair. Green eyes. That enough?
<TrustNo1> Yep.
<MmeSpooky> Cu then?
<TrustNo1> Copper?
<MmeSpooky> See you then.. that better?
<TrustNo1> heheh.. yeah. bye.
*MmeSpooky has quit IRC (Watch out for the little grey men)

	Mulder couldn't help but feel that this woman might be his sister.
He slept somewhat easily that night, and didn't wake up until almost 8. At
that time, he uttered a few curse words and pulled on his suit and shoes.
Then, he ran out the door, getting into his car, and almost sped all the
way to the FBI Building in D.C.

J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington, D.C.
8:30 AM

	Dana Scully looked up as Mulder burst into the office, late as
usual.

	"Rough night?" she inquired.

	"No, actually," he admitted, "I slept like a baby."

	She smiled and turned back to the report she was typing, also as
usual. They spent most of the morning not talking, but Scully couldn't
help not noticing that her partner kept looking at the clock, more
frequently as it neared noon.

	"What's the rush?"

	"Huh?- Oh. Nothing," he lied.

	The clock reached noon. Scully shut her laptop and set it on her
new desk.

	"I'll be back in about an hour," she told him, "you want me to
pick up anything for you?"

	"No. I'm probably going out to lunch."

	"Ok. Just don't eat your way to high cholesterol," she said as she
walked out the door.

	Mulder sat there for a long fifteen minutes before a shy knock
came to the door. He shot up out of his chair, nearly tripping over it on
his way to the door. But he got there safely and opened it. Before him
stood a young woman, about 5'6 with long curlyish brown hair and green
eyes.

	"Samantha?"

	"Fox?"

	"Um, come on in."

	She smiled and walked into the office, Mulder closing the door
behind her. She sat down in one of the few empty chairs as he sat at his
desk.

	"You know," she began, "I can't help but shake the feeling that
we've met."

	"I know," he said, "Same here."

	"Do you think we could be brother and sister?" she asked suddenly.
	
	Mulder looked up from his sunflower seeds, "Yes, actually."

	"Is there any way we can check?" she inquired.

	"We could go up to the FBI lab and get some blood tests done," he
offered.

	"Let's," she said, "because if you were my brother, and I never
found out.."

	"I know," he cut her off, "I know."

	The two headed up to the lab, where they met up with Pendrell.

	"Um, Pendrell," Mulder began, "I need a favor."

	"What can I do for you today, Mulder?"

	"I need you to find out if she's my sister," Mulder explained,
gesturing to Samantha.

	Pendrell's eyes opened a bit wider, "Sure can do. I just need some
blood from each of you."

	They each willingly gave him the sample, and he proceded with the
tests. About two days later, Mulder recieved the results. As soon as he
got home, he went to the chatrooms.

*TrustNo1 has joined #Paranoia
<MmeSpooky> Hiya, Fox.
<TrustNo1> Just a min...

	He double clicked on her name for a private message.

<TrustNo1> There. Now we can talk privately.
<MmeSpooky> Did you get the test results?
<TrustNo1> Yeah, and there's good news and bad news.
<MmeSpooky> Bad news first.
<TrustNo1> Your father's dead.
<MmeSpooky> How do you know that?
<TrustNo1> Well, the good news is you're my sister.

	For a few minutes, neither typed anything.

<MmeSpooky> Wow.
<TrustNo1> Yeah. Wow. That's what I said.
<MmeSpooky> Maybe we have a nexus...

<MrsSpooky> Mulder? That you?

	Mulder jumped when another private message showed up.

<TrustNo1> Only if this is Scully.
<MrsSpooky> Yeah. What you up to?
<TrustNo1> Not much.

<MmeSpooky> Still there?
<TrustNo1> Yeah..

	Mulder started a new channel. The message
*TrustNo1 invites you to join #FbiBasement
	appeared on Scully and Samantha's screens.

*MrsSpooky has joined #FbiBasement
*MmeSpooky has joined #FbiBasement

<TrustNo1> Welcome to my underground lair.
<MrsSpooky> Nice one, Mulder.
<MmeSpooky> Hello.
<MrsSpooky> Hi Mme. Nice nick you got there...
<MmeSpooky> Same to you.
<TrustNo1> Isn't this nice? I have my two girls here togethere?
<MrsSpooky> WHAT?
<MmeSpooky> WTF?
*TrustNo1 is ROTFLMAO
<MrsSpooky> Mulder, if you don't explain, you won't HAVE an ass to laugh off.
<TrustNo1> Really?
<MrsSpooky> No, but you'd better tell.
*MmeSpooky is now known as LilSpooky
<LilSpooky> Less confusing now?
<TrustNo1> Wait a min...
*TrustNo1 is now known as Spooky
<Spooky> There we go. One big happy family..
<MrsSpooky> Yeah, sure. Mulder, what's going on here?
<Spooky> Scully, meet Samantha.
<MrsSpooky> Where?!?
<LilSpooky> Here!
<Spooky> Samantha, this is my partner, Dana Scully.
*Spooky points to MrsSpooky
<MrsSpooky> Hi, Samantha.
<LilSpooky> Hi, Dana Scully.
<Spooky> See? Both my girls are here.
<LilSpooky> YOUR?
<MrsSpooky> How am I YOUR girl, Mulder?
<LilSpooky> Yeah! How are we YOUR girls?
*Spooky goes ack
<Spooky> Well, Sam's my sister, and Scully, well, Scully....
<MrsSpooky> Just what I thought.
<Spooky> Well, if you're not my girl, why the nick MrsSpooky?
<MrsSpooky> Um... would you prefer IceQueen?
<LilSpooky> Wha-huh?
<Spooky> Long story.
<MrsSpooky> Mulder, first of all, could you suggest a better nick than
MrsSpooky?
<Spooky> Let's see... Starbuck, Queequeg, PsychoFbiLady....
<MrsSpooky> HEY! I may have shot you once, but I'm NOT psycho!!!!!
<Spooky> Sorry. Couldn't help it, G-Woman.
<MrsSpooky> Ooo! There's on!
*MrsSpooky is now known as G-Woman
<G-Woman> There, G-Man
<Spooky> Yeah, but our nicks still suggest that...
*G-Woman is now known as Starbuck
<Starbuck> That better?
<Spooky> I liked MrsSpooky
*Starbuck slaps Spooky around a bit with a large trout.
<Spooky> HEY! That hurt! What's with the fish?
<LilSpooky> You go Dana Scully!
<Starbuck> It's Dana, Samantha.
<LilSpooky> That's Sam to you.
<Spooky> Hey, Dana and Sam, waht about me?
<Spooky> what even...
<LilSpooky> Samantha.
<Starbuck> Scully.
<Spooky> You're turning on me.. you're ganging up on me!
*LilSpooky gives Starbuck high five
<Spooky> Can't be all that high....
<Starbuck> MULDER!
<Spooky> What? You're short!
<LilSpooky> She's not short, just vertically challenged.
<Starbuck> Heheh.. I like that one.
*LilSpooky has to go
<Spooky> Bye lil sis.
<Starbuck> Bye Sam.
<LilSpooky> Byegones.
*LilSpooky has quit IRC (Watch out for little grey men)
<Starbuck> Mulder, I'd better get off too.
<Spooky> Fine then, all of you leave me.
<Starbuck> Ok.
*Starbuck has quit IRC (Yo Quiero Creer)

	Mulder signed off then too. He closed down his computer for the
night and actually prepared his room for company. Samantha was going to be
staying with him for a few days, until she got a local apartment. Then, he
stretched out on the couch, glad that after all these years, he could
finally sleep peacefully.

THE END

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Gracias!

TRANSLATIONS:

Yo Quiero Creer- I Want To Believe
Gracias- Thank you
De Nada- It's nothing.
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