Subject: West Side Hell by Megan XFiler Pre-XF HUMOR 6/6
Date: 24 Dec 1998 14:03:07 GMT
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Title: West Side Hell
Author: Megan XFilr

stuff in part one

Dana was standing in Barnes and Nobles, glancing through the latest Nelson
DeMille adventure, when a man came up to her. "Do you have the time?"
        Dana looked up. "I'm sorry, I'm not wearing my watch." She went back
to her
book.
        The man came in closer. "You *need* to help me." He accented the
HELP.
        Dana looked perplexed. "Sir, I do not think you need the assistance
of a high
schooler."
        The man leaned in. "Come with me or the gun underneath my coat will
explode
your pretty little jeans off."
        He showed the barrel of the gun.
        "Surprisingly, I think I have my watch. It's the time to go, isn't
it? Well,
I'm in a helpful mood," Dana tried to act cockily as she rode teh escalator
infront of this mysterious man.
        ONce off, he stepped infront of her. "Follow me or you die."
        Not the one to ask twice, she did as she was told.
        He walked past the classics and stopped infront of Catcher in the
Rye. "Good
book?"
        "No, I haven't read it." DAna nodded.
        "Pick it up later. I hear it has some good plot development," the
man said. He
continued walking.
        They went to the restrooms. Dana followed him into the men's room.
        The man stood her against the wall. "You know Megan Kuczynski?"
        Dana nodded.
        "Good. You hang out with her?"
        Dana nodded again.
        "Even better. I suggest you let the matter you are looking into
alone."
        "Why?" Dana asked.
        "Because if you don't...I might have to kill you," the man said
matter of
factly.
        Dana nodded again.
        "If you answer this next question right, I'll let you go. IF it is
wrong, you
might as well bend over and kiss that ass of yours goodbye."
        Dana didn't move.
        "Who commited the crimes?" The man's heavy breath was on her face.
        Dana thought. She didn't know.
        Well Dana, she thought. Time for some guessing.
        "John Brown. Ask me again and I'll knock you down," Dana said,
trembling.
        The man's breathing increased. "What?"
        "Johnny Tremain. Ask me again and I'll tell you the same."
        "Hey, you little rascal, answer the question or I'll kill you."
        "I thought Theo was the murderer. But he's gone." Dana said.
        "Then you are wrong. Arivadeci!" The man cocked his pistol.
        Dana closed her eyes.

        The door slammed open.
        Fox Mulder was standing there with a glock 13 gun, ready to fire.
"Get the
hell off her!"
        The man was surprised. He turned to shoot Fox.
        Fox fired once.
        Dana looked at Fox, who smiled. "Tranquelizers. Come on before you
don't live
long enough to see Madison Square Garden."
        Fox grabbed Dana by the hand and led her through the back exit door
near the
women's bathroom.
        Down the stairs they ran, Dana's hair flapping in the friction.
Mulder went
first and put his gun in his pocket. He swung around and ran out the back
door.
        Dana looked around. "Where the hell are you?"
        Fox grabbed her and threw her in the alley. "DAna, shut up.
Alright?"
        He looked around himself, paranoidly. Then he grabbed her by the
wrist and
pulled her into the subway entrance.
        The warm air wafted above them as they made their way down into the
subway.
Mulder got two tokens and dropped them in teh slot as Dana and him walked
through the revolvers.
        "How did you know where I was?"
        "There was a bug in my phone. Digital whatchamacallit. My friend
says they can
check messages. I checked your messages and I realized a 'Missy' said you
should go to the bookstore. I decided to follow the lead."
        "Wait a minute; how did you get into my apartment."
        Fox ignored the question. "Why did they bug our phones?"
        "I don't know." Dana admitted.
        "Some wants something they think we have."
        Dana was still confused. "What do they want from me?"
        "I dont know," Fox said. "But I know who ever commited these murders
will do
them again. And that same person wants you dead."
        "And you? They know you saved me."
        "Yeah, my ass is in a sling too. Thanks for asking," Fox blew his
lips.
        "What do we do?"
        "I don't know. I don't think Kuczynski can help us. Neither can
Megan or her
constituents. We are on our own."
        "I don't find that comforting."
        Fox looked above himself. "WHo was that guy?"
        "I don't know." Dana shrugged. "He needed my help."
        "What did he tell you?" Fox looked at her closely.
        "He asked for the time and then I asked for my help. That's it,"
dana offered.
        "The time? The guy was wearing a watch," Fox thought about it.
        "I didn't notice."
        "He did...on his right arm." Fox closed his eyes. "A digital."
        "I don't care. What does this have to do with us?"
        "Time means something else. Help, too."
        "What?"
        "Hey listen, I have a lot of questions. What I don't have are
answers." Fox
shook his head. "The guy who is commiting these murders think we know."
        "How?"
        "He tapped our phone lines, remember?"
        The R express train pulled up Fox lead Dana inside. As they sat
down, Dana
spoke. "But we don't know who did it."
        "We are gonna have to find out, Dana. And fast too."
        They rode in silence.
        When the train stopped at Blueberg Station, Fox got off. Dana
followed.
        "Dana, go to the police station. Maybe the cops can help. ONLY talk
to
KUCZYNSKI," Mulder emphasized.
        "What are you going to do?"
        "I'm gonna find out what Mr. Literate Time Teller wanted from you."
He walked
away.
        ==That guy has a huge habit of ditching people== Dana thought.
        She walked the block to the station adn entered.
        Kuczynski was drinking coffee. "Kuczynski?"
        He looked over. "Dana, whats wrong?"
        "I need to talk to you."
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        After relaying the events to Kuczynski, Dana asked who this man was.
        "Could you idenitfy him?"
        "No. I didn't see his face."
        "Damn." Kuczynski rubbed his eyes.
        His radio chirped. "Kaye, I need you near Keyfood. Armed robbery.
Your kid is
here."
        Kuczynski's eyes widended. "Oh shi-----"
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        As the police squad car pulled up to the scene, Dana saw Megan
talking with
the guy with the gun.
        Kaye stepped out, gun ready to splint.
        The robber was armed. Dana knew that coat....the gun...
        "That's him!" Dana screamed. "THAT'S THE GUY!"
        The robber looked at Dana and turned to Megan. He fired once...
        Twice...
        Three times....
        Megan went down. The man started running away.
        Dana got out and started to run after him.
        Luckily, she decided that sneakers were due that morning.
        She cut corners. The man wasn't running too fast. His left leg was
stiff.
        Prosthetic, she thought.
        She kept running.
        Just...get...the...man, she thought.
        He came closer, and closer.
        And she jumped.

        They both hit hard on the pavement. Dana snapped his hands around
his back.
"Who are you?"
        "John Brown. Ask me again and I'll knock you down!" the man
screamed.
        He wiggled his fingers free and took his gun and pointed it...
        At his own head.
        The man was dead instantly.
        "Oh frick." Dana looked heavenward.
        A couple of beat cops came running up. "Is he down?"
        "He has a suite at the Hellsaday Inn." Dana got up.
        She ran back to Megan, who was on a stretcher being loaded into an
ambulance.
"Are you ok?"
        Megan rolled an eye. "Better than ever. I'd rather have a Duke
test."
        Dana smiled at her little joke. The doors closed.
        Kuczynski waved his blond hair. "Who is that creep?"
        "I can tell you what he is...dead."
        Kaye shook his head. "What's going on here?"
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        Megan had three shots in the stomach. Jen and Lacey were in to say
hi and all.
Dana was thinking.
        Who was this?
        Why did they stalk her and shoot Megan?
        What had she gotten herself into?
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        Fox called her from a pay phone. "Anything new?"
        "Megan's shot by our Mystery Swatch."
        "What?" Fox sounded surprised.
        "She's fine. But who is he?"
        "Any ID on him?"
        "If there was, that would answer my previous question."
        Fox sucked his teeth. "I got to go. I'll call later." He hung up.
        Dana wondered. ID?
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        "Dana, what are you doing at the station?" Kaye asked.
        "I want to see the french text book from Theo's crime scene." Dana
said.
        Kuczynski leaned into his desk and grabbed it from a drawer.
"Okay.."
        Dana leafed through it. On a good number of the pages said Sweet
Cherub.
        "Who's "sweet cherub'?"
        "Graffitti tag name." Kuczynski said.
        Dana nodded. "Thank you."
        Dana left the office.
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        The next morning at school, she asked Jen who Sweet Cherub was.
        "I've never heard of him." Jen shrugged. "Probably some newbie. That
tag is
WAY to long to be a pro."
        Dana nodded. "Thanks."
        And for the first time without Megan...Dana cut school.
        Out of the school, she ran to the park and sat down and played with
letters
from Sweet Cherub.
        One interesting combo was Stewe Burech.
        She looked in the white pages from a local payphone. Burech...M & S.
No
address. Phone number was 555-1034.
        She dialed the number. "Hello?" a womans voice called.
        "Hi, is Stewe there."
        "Stewe isn't. May I take a message?"
        "That's alright. When do you expect him to be back?"
        "Tonight, maybe."
        "Thank you."
        Dana made another call.
        This one was to Jennifer, who was outside for lunch. Dana called the
payphone
on the street."
        Jennifer's wary voice came on. "Hello?"
        "It's Dana. Listen, is anyone going out with a Stewe Burech?"
        "Stewe? Yeah...at least they were. Amanda was, actually."
        Dana almost dropped the phone. "really?"
        "Yeah."
        "Ok..I got to go." She hung up.
        Dana thought about it. Was Amanda in on this too?"

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        IN the meanwhile, Fox Mulder was at a secret place.
        Actually, not that secret. Three other people knew about it.
        But if you found out, they might kill you.
        Really.
        As Fox ate a cookie, no raisins, he leafed through a magazine. He
glanced at
the Three Tenors of Computers; Johnathan, Ringo and Melvin.
        John Byers, a catholic school representative, attended Holy Cross
High School.
He was still dressed in his perfect tie and suit and shiny, black leather
shoes. At fifteen, he already showed signs of a goatee and had cool blue
eyes
that always seemed to worry. His brown hair was neatly cut. He was an expert
on
computer technology and the internet. Fox liked to think that Megan and him
could make a happy family; both obsessive compulsive and anal retentive.
        Ringo Langly was a punk. He had long, stringy blond hair that was
almost as
long as Dana's. He wore various tee-shirts of no-name bands. Today was The
Kopas. His baggy black jeans fell over Nike brand sneakers. His long, gangly
nose resembled that of Noah Wyle's and his sunken black eyes seemed to be
distrusting. He was an all around hacker, very knowledgable in the times and
was always on the head of conspiracy.
        Melvin Frohike, a peverted young adolescent, who attended Russell
Sage Junior
High, was a master of technicks. He knew all the latest models of all
hacking
equiptment and electric cabling. Mostly, however, he left the usage of them
to
Ringo and John.
        Fox had told the trio that he wanted info on a couple of people;
Stewe Burech,
Sam Morrison, Theo Kurken, Charlene Gladmire and Amanda Kirklebee.
        "So Mulder, Doohike tells us you have a new girlfriend," Ringo said
as he
typed on a small laptop.
        "She's not my girlfriend. She's  a girl that's a friend."
        "A red head is your friend? I thought you went for blondes," John
joked.
        "Really. Dana's a nice gal. A little too tight if you ask me."
        "Oh, now I see that Jennifer gal is rubbing, eh Fox?" Melvin said as
he
fiddled with a bug switch adapter.
        "Cut it."
        "Don't eat my cookies and then tell me to cut it," Melvin protested.
        Ringo stopped typing. "Ooh, baybe. DO THE LOCAMOTION!"
        Fox looked up. "Either that the fact that you have the singing
talent of a
hamster, what is so cool?"
        "Birth certificates. The school password is so simple."
        "So simple after you ask Megan for it!" Melvin joked.
        Ringo looked up. "Charlene Gladmire has a weird birth certificate."
        "How so?" Fox asked as he walked to the computer.
        "Well, her records say Glasmire. But her certificate says Landof."
        Fox looked at it. "Is she adopted?"
        "Lemme check." A few more clicks. "Actually, yeah."
        Fox raised his eyebrow. "Try Theo."
        More clicks. Ringo whistled. "Theo Kurken. Certificate name is
Orenbach.
Adopted as well."
        "And Stewe Burech?"
        "Real name Stewe Varlamov. Ditto."
        "What about Amanda Kirklebee?"
        "Broke the chain there. Parents remarried. Original name Amanda
Kirkle. New
father is Bee. She just added them there."
        "And what about Sam Morrison?"
        "Samuel Erlich. Adopted."
        Fox sat down. He wrote these new names on a piece of paper.
        Spread out on the cluttered desk were photographs and papers.  He
had the
crimescene photo of the scratches. He also had the list of the kid's real
names.
        It looked like this:
School Name                     real name
Lacey Kiernan
Theo Kurken                     Orenbach
Charlene Gladmire               Landof
Stewe Burech                    Varlamov
Sam Morrison                    Erlich
        Fox looked up. "What about Lacey Kiernan."
        Ringo clicked again.
        "Nothing. Regular birth mother...nothing fancy shmancy. Full name is
Lacey
Kiernan-Loight."
        He altered this list.
School Name                     real name               Active    Adopted?
Lacey Kiernan                   Kiernan-Loight          Alive           N
Theo Kurken                     Orenbach                Dead            Y

Charlene Gladmire               Landof                  Dead            Y
Stewe Burech                    Varlamov                Dead            Y
Sam Morrison                    Erlich                  Alive           Y
He realized there was a pattern here. The people who were adopted were dead.
Only Lacey and Sam were alive. But Lacey wasn't adopted. And she was
attacked.
She couldn't be the killer.
        But Sam?
        Fox played around with the letters of the adopted children; their
birth names.
Taking the first letter of every name of the adoptees:
O       L       V       E
Putting them in order of their deaths:
L       O       V
        Fox turned to John. "Yo, who's going out with Sam Morrison?"
        "Amanda. Why?"
        Fox wondered. "Hey Melvin. If you wanted to spell out to a girl you
loved her,
what would you say?"
        "What I always say. That line from Sleepless in Seattle."
        "Which is?"
        "I'll love you, I'll kill for you, I'd write LOVE in their graves."
        It clicked. "Oh my god!"
        He was spelling out Love for Amanda.
        But wasn't she going out with Stewe?
        Cheating?
        But he was missing and E.
        And Fox realized that there would be one more death.
        A suicide.
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        Fox ran to the Mite Phel inn. Well, he drove. He bursted in the
builing.
        "SAM?" He called out.
        He went ot the room on the right. A hand clasped around his mouth.
        "What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
        "Don't do it Sam," Fox mumbled.
        And then Fox was fast asleep.
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        Fox woke up under bondage. He was tied to a chair in twine. Sam was
sitting in
front of him. "Have a nice nap?"
        "NOt without my Teletubby blankie," Fox coyed.
        "Shut up Fox. Why did you come here?"
        "Because I know your plan."
        "Ah, a regular James Bond? No Money Penny is going to save you now."
        "But why?"
        Sam got up and fingered a slick blade marble knife. "Why, Fox? Have
you ever
been in love?"
        Fox shrugged as well as he could underneath the rope. "I used to
have a crush
on Jennifer Aniston. But that was with her old haircut."
        "I mean true love."
        "Not really, unless you count a magazine photo."
        Sam ignored him. "I loved Amanda. We were so close. Her mom and my
mom were
inseperable. I thought we were meant to be.
        "But then she started seeing Stewe while we were going out.
Cheating..on me. I
told her I loved her but she didn't believe me. I told her I would do
anything
for her.
        "I started killing people. For her. I was spelling out-"
        "Love, yeah I figured." Fox smiled.
        "You are quick, Fox. We all were in the same orphanage. I remember
very well.
So I started killing people. I started with Lacey until I realized this 'L'
wasn't adopted. I hit her but then I remember. So I ran."
        "So I had to kill Charlene. But she knows me."
        "The scratches in the dirt were Sam in morse code," Fox said.
        "I didn't know."
        "You learn something every day." Fox laughed.
        "This is not funny Fox. So I killed Theo for the O and Stewe because
he was a
V. I thought this would convince Amanda. But it didn't.
        "I decided that I needed to finish the word. I was the only adopted
E I knew."
        "It isn't worth it," Fox coaxed.
        "But I LOVE her, Fox! When you love someone, you would die for them.
And that
is what I shall do."
        Sam raised the knife in the air.
        Fox turned away as he heard the slight scream.
        He looked at Sam on the floor with an almost comical knife in his
temple.
        "Remind to never get too close to Dana," he thought.

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        Dana was sitting back at home when a window crashed.
        She turned to find..
        Blackness.

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        Dana woke up. She was handcuffed to a pipe. She smelled cigarette
smoke.
        "Megan?"
        "Not quite," a familiar voice called.
        The black ID man was alive! He came closer, smoking on a Morley.
        "Aren't you dead?" Dana asked.
        "I only played dead. WHy kill myself? My work is just beginning."
        "What work?" Dana asked.
        He puffed on the cigarette. "I am friend's with Fox. I want to...get
to know
him."
        "I don't think he's <cough> your type," Dana said as the man blew
cigarette
smoke in her face.
        "Life's a B**ch aint it, Dana?"
        "How do you know my name?"
        "I know a lot about you."
        "For some reason I don't feel so great about that," Dana joked.
        Cigarette Smoking Teenager put out his cigarette. "You don't know
me. I am
your worst nightmare. I might end your life. Yet I might save your soul."
        "I think Kavorikian said that on 20/20 a while ago," Dana shrugged.
        "Dont joke with me, Dana. I know what I mean."
        Dana was worming her way out of the handcuffs. Fox was a good
teacher.
        She finally was out of them but she pretended that she wasn't.
        The CST started to light a cigarette again but she jumped at him and
ran
across the basement. Dodging heat pipes and drains and mysterious rats, she
ran
to the door she saw.
        She plowed into it.
        And it was locked.
        The Cigarette Smoking Teenager was right behind her but coughing; no
doubt
those non-filtered fags had gotten to him. She doged underneath a large heat
pipe and appeared in a maze of pipes.
        LEFT!
        RIGHT!
        LEFT!
        She hit a pipe.
        RIGHT!
        RIGHT!
        LEFT!
        Her head hit a wall.
        RIGHT!
        LEFT!
        LEFT!
        A door was in vision and it had a dull red EXIT sign. She ran
towards it and
opened the closed latch.
        The fresh air filled her lungs as she ran ontoo Wooster Boulevard.
She glanced
both ways. She HAD to tell Fox.

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        Running to Fox's apartment and ringing the doorbell, a short
teenager opened
the door.
        Dana raised her eyebrow. "Is Fox around?"
        "No. Who are you?"
        "I might ask you the same question," Dana gave him a Look.
        "I'm Melvin. You MUSt be Dana."
        "What has Fox talked about me?"
        "Kinda, sorta, maybe. Come on in."
        As Melvin opened the door, Dana waltzed inside, ducking her head in
a shy
manner. A gangly blonde and an alter-boy style geek were sitting and
watching
television.
        "Does anyone know where Fox is?" Dana asked.
        Everyone shook their heads.
        "Do you all have voices?"
        "No," John whispered. "The walls have ears."
        "I have ears."
        "But the wrong people may hear us," Ringo said.
        "You don't want to be on my bad side. And who are the Throats?" dana
said,
looking at his tee-shirt.
        Ringo got up and walked over to her. He was taller than Dana, but
Dana was
used to that.
        "Fox did some sribblings and ran off to some Inn." Ringo motioned to
the desk
where Fox had been working.
        Dana looked at his deductions. "Mite Phel Inn? Oh my God! Fox!"
        Dana ran out the door.

        Melvin sighed. "She is SOOOOO hot."
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        Dana ran to the Mite Phel Inn, taking public transportation. Just
then, she
saw Fox leaving.
        "Fox! Are you ok?" dana sounded worried.
        "Geez. What people would do for a room," Fox sighed.
        "Is Sam dead?"
        "As a doornail," Fox cliched.
        "How did you know?"
        "I have a knack for those sort of things."
        "There HAS to be a scientific explanation for this," Dana said,
hands on her
hips.
        "There is no explanation for love," Fox said as he smiled and walked
back to
his car.
        As Dana got in the passenger's side, she said," ID Man is alive."
        "What?" Fox actually sounded surprised.
        "He took me and handcuffed me to a pipe. I escaped."
        "I can see that," Fox said, raising an eyebrow.
        "I'm serious."
        "Are you sure you don't remember anything about him? Did he SAY
anything?" Fox
started the car and started to leave the property.
        "No, he smoked."
        "Like everyone in New York."
        "And..." Dana snapped her fingers. "He said something about Catcher
in the
Rye! At the bookstore!"
        Fox nodded. "Ok."
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        Dana ran up the escalator and went ot the Catcher in the Rye
display. She
grabbed the first copy, which had not been touched. She opened it up.
        On page ten till page thirteen was a handwritten message on the
book:

        Dear Amanda:
        I loved you so much. But you didn't believe me.
        I killed them all. To prove my love.
        You told me too.
        And by the time you read this, I'll be dead.
        But I do Love you Amanda.
        Really.
        I couldn't love you enough.
        Goodbye.
                Sam
Dana wiped a tear in her eye. She read the scribblees on the side of the
story.
Fox stood over her shoulder.
        "Why must we bee some teenagers in love?" Fox sang.
        Dana laughed. "Some people just weren't cut for the love ordeal."
        "That's sad," Fox said, smiling a lop sided grin.
        Dana look up, up, up at him. "I'm going home. Okay? Promise not to
get lost
without me?"
        "Deal."
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        The next month or so were great. Dana and Fox went around the school
as Watson
and Sherlock, Abbott and Costello, Donnie and Marie. Dana was finally
accepted
in the Megan-and-Jen clique.
        Amanda commited suicide one hour after she was shown the note Sam
had made.
She jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge.
        No body really missed her. Nicole cried but that dyed her hair back
to being
brown. "I like Brown better."
        Kuczynski solved the case. Megan left the hospital in a full cursing
condition.
        When she left, Dana asked how she was doing.
        "I'm @(*$&@( fine! just Fine! Attatched to some @$(*@ Star Trek
machine
because they don't think I can PEE on my OWN, but that's OK! Oh, go
(#*&$(#*&$
the *#&(*#& the #)(*%&)#*&%)*#&%& Hospital system! Give me death!"
        "I guess she's back!" Jen smiled.

        Two months later, the school prom was held. Megan was asked by
Rhandel, a
friend of hers. Jen was blessed, or cursed, to go out with Michael Hendrick,
the coolest guy in school. Dana went with Fox.
        It WAS a sight; Megan was taller than her guy. Dana was a lot
shorter. Jen was
even more popular but was happy to let Michael steal a dance with the
cheerleaders.

        Dana won the school science fair. Megan won the school spelling bee.
Jen got
the main part in a play. Fox became editor of the newspaper. Lacey was very
happy with her new baby sibling, Katherine.
        And life was at ease.

        But Dana cried when she found out they were being moved again.
        That meant leaving Megan, and Jennifer, and Lacey, and Sasha...and
all those
godforsaken teachers.
        And leaving Fox.
        When she told her friends, Megan actually shed a tear. Jen held a
moment-without-sarcasm. Lacey hugged Dana and said it would be o.k.
        Fox just nodded his head, like he always did.

        When that faithful day came that Dana was to leave with her family,
all her
new found friends crowded around her moving van.
        Dana hugged Megan, as akward as it ended up being. Megan smiled and
handed her
a package.
        Dana raised an eyebrow.
        "It's a little momento."
        Inside was......................................................
        The School Yearbook.
        "I got the first edition. Show it around in Hicksville, Alabama or
where ever
you go. Get a bumper sticker; 'I survived Soho, New York!' Ok?"
        "Megan, I don't think I will ever meet another person quite like
you."
        "You won't. I'm one of those counterfounded things that never go
quite the way
it was planned."
        Jen offered a "tackle hug" and an "awww." Dana really liked
Jennifer.
        "I will remember to tell all your jokes to everyone."
        "Just don't give the one about he man from Nantucket!"
        Dana laughed.
        Dana hugged Lacey, who handed her a diskette. "Inside is some
photographs I
scanned of all of us. Just in case."
        Dana smiled. Fox wasn't around. "Where is Fox?"
        Megan looked around. "Late?"
        "I wouldn't be surprised," Jen rolled her eyes.
        Suddenly, Fox came running up. "Hey!"
        Dana smiled and ran to him. "I thought I wouldn't get to see you!"
        "Yeah right!" Fox hugged his little friend."
        "I'm gonna miss you, Fox." Dana smiled.
        "Ditto," Fox laughed.
        "Dana! We're going!" Maggie Scully called.
        Dana nodded. "I love you all!"
        Fox hugged her again. Dana looked up and pecked Fox a little kiss on
the lips.
        "Don't forget me!"
        "How could we?" Fox smiled and waved, throwing her one last lopsided
grin.
        "Oh don't get all mushy. It's New York! keep that chin up!" Megan
smiled.
        "There's always tomorrow!" Jen smiled.
        "Jeez Annie, is this when you hug the dog and sing?" Megan joked.

        As Dana sat in the back seat, next to Melissa, Missy asked: "Who are
those
people."
        And for once, Dana said, "My friends."

        And as the car drove away, Dana looked back. Megan had her arm
drapped over
Jen as they walked away. Dana knew there would always be another fight,
another
dance. Another movie, another murder. Another Kuczynski case. Another
chinese
food dinner. Another day would go by with Meg and Jen surviving the world's
horror and terror. Another sun would rise and set and Fox would still be
paranoid, Lacey would still have a terrible accent, Jen would listen to
another
CD and Megan would save the world.
        It WAS New York.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
        As Special Agent Dana Scully, M.D. smoothed down her skirt, she
smiled at the
nameplate on the door. She had been sent to this office and couldn't help
being
giddy when Blevins told her.
        Opening it, she smiled even wider. "Agent Mulder?" she called out.
"My name is
Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you."

        And the rest.....well, you ALL know the rest.
