Author: Terri
Email: [email protected]
Crossover: Roswell/ The X-Files
Category: M/S and M/L , a little M/M and I/A
Disclaimer: Don't own em , don't sue
Spoilers: "Heat Wave", for Roswell.
"Millenium" for The X-Files.
Author's Notes: I wrote this before seeing the Roswell episode
"Heat Wave." But I did have prior knowledge of some
event ( eg: Max and Liz's kiss). So some things are consistant
with that ep and some things aren't ( eg: Michael and Maria
didn't break up in mine). So that's that.
Just My Luck (Part Five)
"Sheriff Valenti?" Mulder extended his hand to the middle-aged man that sat behind a desk in his office.
But the Sheriff just looked at Mulder's hand, as if it were something foreign to him.
Realizing that this man wasn't going to shake hands with him, Mulder pulled back and searched for his ID to present to the sheriff. "Um," Mulder started as he showed his ID. "I'm Agent Mulder with the FBI. I talk to one of your deputies and he said--"
"I don't care what he said," Valenti said as he rose to his feet. "I have nothing to say to you people, so you might as well just do yourself a favor and head back to where you came from."
Mulder frowned, "Sheriff, I just have a few questions to ask you."
"Agent M-Mulder? I have had enough of you people. You come here, uninvited and then you refuse to cooperate with local law enforcement. That's not the way I operate, and I don't wish to be involved any further. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
He moved to show Mulder to the door, but Mulder didn't move.
"Who refused to cooperate, Sheriff? Agent Topolski?"
The sheriff stared at Mulder blankly. "Agent Topolski?"
"Yes. You did know she was with the FBI, didn't you?"
"All I know is that she disappeared more than a week and a half ago."
"She was taken off of the assignment."
Valenti nodded. "And what exactly was the assignment that she was working on?"
"I think you know," Mulder said evenly.
"I do?"
Mulder moved to sit down, "You've been watching a group of kids very closely lately, haven't you?"
"Maybe, but I don't see how that's any concern of the FBI's."
"These kids: Max and Isabel Evans, Liz Parker, Maria DeLuca, Michael Gueren, and Alex Whitman. What did they do to warrant such intense investigation on your part, Sheriff?"
Valenti stiffened. "Listen, Agent, I don't know what your friend Topolski told you, but I don't have any answers for you."
"You don't?"
"No."
"That's interesting, Sheriff. I was just wondering, what was your son Kyle's involvement with Liz Parker? They dated?"
The sheriff stiffened. "My son has nothing to do with those kids or whatever they're involved in. He's a good kid."
Mulder smirked a little. "That wasn't the question I asked you, Sheriff. But I'd be happy to repeat myself. Did your son date Liz Parker?"
Valenti let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes. He did."
"And they broke up because...?"
"What is this? The Young and The Restless? Why do teenagers break up? Who knows?"
"It had nothing to do with Max Evans?"
"Like I said before, agent, my son is--"
"A good kid," Mulder repeated, cutting him off. "Yeah. Well, thank you, Sheriff. I'm sure that if you can think of anything further that might help our investigation, you'll give me a call?"
Mulder handed his card to Valenti, who took it and promptly threw it in the trash can. "Again, Agent Mulder, I don't have any answers for you."
Mulder smiled and moved towards the door, but then turned around to face the Sheriff again. "By the way, Sheriff, thanks for turning in that dress."
Mulder turned and left before he got a chance to see Valenti's face turn pale.
As soon as Mulder had gone, the Sheriff moved towards the trash can and took Mulder's card out. Maybe this time, someone would listen to him, maybe even believe him.
"Hey, Whitman."
Alex turned around to find Derek Blaut standing behind him with his 'posse'. Derek was a friend of Kyle's. They both played every varsity sport at West Roswell and they were both big jerks. But Derek was an even bigger jerk than Kyle, which was an impressive task to accomplish.
Ever since Alex was in fifth grade, Derek had always picked on him. The highest point of humiliation that Alex ever experienced was when he was in seventh grade. That was the first year that they all had to change for gym class, and Alex was a little embarrassed to say the least.
One day after class, he was showering, and after he got out he found that Derek and a bunch of his friends had taken Alex's clothes. Alex had had to walk down to the nurse's office in nothing but a towel, with everyone watching. He still, to this day had nightmares about this experience.
"Derek," Alex said finally, "What can I do you for?"
"Well, you can start by getting out of here. This is OUR table."
Alex had to repress a grin. "YOUR table? Come on guys, what is this, grade school?"
Derek 's body became rigid. "Are you trying to start something?"
"No, no," Alex started, trying to avoid further confrontation. "I was just--"
"Waiting for me."
Everyone turned around and saw her standing there. She was like some Greek goddess with her blonde hair tumbling down her back in soft waves, and her green eyes looked impossibly bright in the sunlight. She was, by far, the prettiest girl in West Roswell, and here she was defending Alex.
Isabel moved through the crowd of boys, which seemed to part like the Red Sea at her command. They all stood with their mouths hanging open. She had to admit that she loved the reactions she could get out of people by doing what was least expected of her. And coming to the defense of Alex Whitman, well, who would have thought?
She smiled as she reached her hand out to Alex, " Shall we go?"
Alex looked at her hand for a moment and then took it quickly, afraid that if he hesitated any longer she might retract it.
As Alex stood up, Isabel turned to look at Derek and his friends. She smiled sweetly at them. "If you'll excuse us, we'd like to be alone." To add to the effect, she rubbed Alex's arm and rested her head on his shoulder as they started to walk away from them.
Alex turned to look back at Derek, whose mouth still hung open, and smiled. Revenge was sweet. Isabel led Alex to a tree on the lawn and they sat beneath it to avoid the heat.
"That was-- that was very cool of you, Isabel, " Alex said once they had sat down.
She smiled at him. "Derek's a jerk. I went out on a date with him once and he tried to-- well, he wasn't much of a gentleman, so he deserves it."
"So, what's up?" he asked her, looking a little more than suspicious.
She was amazed that he couldn't believe that she'd just want to talk with him, that maybe it didn't have anything to do with their friends or the police or the FBI.
Ever since she had wandered into his dream that night, ever since she had seen the way he saw her, she had wanted to tell Alex the truth. She had wanted him to get to know her, and in turn she wanted to get to know him. She wanted to learn what he liked to do, let him in, let him see what no one else had ever seen before... Which was her heart.
But Alex's suspicions were right. This was business. "Alex, Max told me about the trace."
He stiffened at her words. "Oh... Isabel, I don't know what to say... I'm really sorry. I was just trying to help."
"I know," she said sincerely. "But I need to know the score. Are they after you now? Have they tried to contact you?"
He shook his head. " No. They haven't. But that doesn't mean they won't."
She nodded, frowning. She looked so vulnerable, so scared. He wanted to say something to reassure her, make her feel better. "You know," he started, "I would never, ever, tell anyone about you guys. You know that, right?"
She smiled sadly. " Even if the FBI came to get you?"
"Well, they were bound to catch me sooner or later," he said sarcastically. "Me being the high tech criminal that I am."
She knew that he was trying to cheer her up, but when he said that, it made her feel awful. He sensed this and moved towards her slightly. "Hey, you okay? I know I'm not good with words, but--"
"No, no. It's not you. It's me. I just-- Alex, you're a great guy... And I would never be able to forgive myself if you got in trouble because of me. It's not worth it."
He stared at her, as if seeing her, the real Isabel Evans, for the first time. Someone who was not just a pretty face, but also caring and compassionate.
A surge of confidence came over him and he took her hand in his. She looked at him then, somehow not able to tear her eyes away. "It's worth it to me," he said simply.
And then she felt as if she would break down into tears, but he didn't give her the chance as he leaned forward... And she found herself doing the same...
Until...
"Alex Whitman?"
They broke apart suddenly and looked at the petite woman standing over them. She didn't smile as she took out her ID and presented it to them. "I'm Agent Scully," she said seriously. "With the FBI."
The lock on the door was easy to get off. He could have done it without using his powers, but why go through all that effort when with a flick of your wrist you could get inside? He looked around the sparse room. He saw a laptop on the desk by the window, a suitcase sitting in the corner, and a note and pen on the nightstand.
He walked over to the bed, sat down, and picked up the note
and started to read.
In tiny script the note read:
"Mulder, went out to follow a lead.
-- Scully."
Michael sighed. Not much help. He had no idea what he was looking for. In fact, he wasn't even sure what he was doing here in the FBI agents' hotel room. However, he did know that Max would kill him if he knew he was here. So he had to find whatever it was he was looking for before he could get caught.
He got up and started looking for something, anything that might yield a clue as to what these agents knew about Michael and Max and Isabel. He rummaged through the suitcase first, hoping to find something. At first all he found was women's underwear and a pair of knaki pants, but then he saw it.
It was a plastic bag that was sealed tightly. The white tag with red letters spelled out "Evidence: Case No. X9101982."
Inside the bag was a teal dress... Liz's dress from the day she had gotten shot.
He stared at it for a while, trying to figure out what to do. This was big. If they had Liz's dress, they knew that she had actually been shot that day. And they had to know that Max had done something to her.
Michael felt dizzy as thoughts flashed through his head, thoughts of what they would do to them when they decided to bring them to wherever they would take aliens. He imagined it would be a lab, with coold steel tables and gray walls and all sorts of high tech equipment... They would take them somewhere like that... It was only a matter of time now...
Unless...
Just then, he impulsivly opened the bag and took the dress out. He walked into the small bathroom and turned on the light. He threw the dress into the sink and put his hands over it. He closed his eyes, since he wasn't very good with his powers he had to concentrate. He saw the molecules of the dress in his mind's eye. He moved them faster and faster, until they were flying, causing the dress to suddenly burst into flames.
He smiled at himself in the mirror, he'd done it. He'd gotten rid of their precious evidence... And then he--
"Scully?" called a voice from behind the door. "Are you in there?"