X-Files
Voyager Crossover (Untitled for now)
By:
Monica Edwards
Rated:
Don’t know yet, probably R
Author’s
and Historical Note: This does take place in the year 2007, it doesn’t effect
Voyager much but it does effect X-Files. Now if you are an X-Files fan you know
about crappy season 7 and 8 and 9. So lets pretend
like seasons 7, 8, and 9 never happened. That Mulder and Scully just continued
investigating X-Files and none of that mythology crap happened. That’s probably
the only way that this story is going to work….everyone understand? Alright moving on.
Disclaimer:
I do not own X-Files or Voyager, neither am I
associated with anyone who does own X-Files and Voyager. I wish I did cause
then Seven of Nine would be with Janeway and Scully wouldn’t have had Mulder’s baby (Come on we all know William ruined the show)
if you wonder where I get my ideas, or other stupid facts, repeat to yourself
it’s just a story and I really should relax.
Monica lit up another cigarette and paced outside the
door to the guest bedroom in her estate. She lived in
“
“…and you saw this spaceship with your own eyes?”
“Yes, I was inside it, I carried the woman inside. As
for the android, she was just barely conscious so I helped her limp inside, they are both passed out on the bed. Hang on I’ll
get my camera and upload a few pictures for you okay?” Monica said and then
hurried down the hall to her bedroom where she had left her camera last. She
grabbed it from the desk and then went back to the guest room and took two
pictures and then went back into her bedroom to get her laptop. “The photos I
am sending will be encrypted, but you know the drill.”
“Yeah yeah…” Said
“She’s hot!” Monica heard Frohike
say in the background.
“I have some friends who can be up there right
away…don’t let them go anywhere.”
“I did not mean to startle you but I believe my
traveling companion needs a doctor.” The android looking woman said to her.
Monica took a few steps towards her and traced her perfect body over with her
eyes. The only thing that was out of place on the woman was her blond hair, but
her ice blue eyes were very intense and Monica felt almost drawn into them.
“I understand, but I saw your spaceship, you are going
to have to tell me who you are.” Monica replied and then stepped up closer to
the android and held out her hand, “My name is Monica Edwards, this is my
estate.” The woman looked at her, down at her out stretched hand, and then back
to her face. A look crossed her face as if she was trying to compute what she
was supposed to do with the hand, or at least that’s how Monica translated it.
Finally she took the hand in hers and shook it firmly before letting go.
“I am Seven Of Nine, you may
call me Seven.” She said and then released Monica’s hand, “if you would take me
to my ship I’m sure there are supplies in there that could help my friend.”
“Yeah I’ll take you there, you aren’t a prisoner here
but um, I don’t think that you would
want to go out in public.” Monica replied and then started to walk out of the
room motioning for her new friend, Seven, to follow her. She quickly fell into
step behind Monica and followed her down the stairs through the hallway and
into the kitchen. “You want any food? Something to drink?
Do you even eat?”
“I do not require food at the present,
I just need to get to my ship.” Seven replied, Monica shrugged slightly and
then opened the door in the kitchen that lead to the back yard. There was a
field out there that was fenced in where her horses were grazing. Behind that
were acres of forest, amazingly the ship had crash landed in a clearing not
very far from the house. Seven walked outside in front of her and looked at the
three horses that were grazing. “You have horses.”
“Was that a question?” Monica asked not being able to
ascertain whether that was just a factual statement or not.
“Then we are on Earth.” Seven said and turned to look
at her. Monica’s eyes went wide and she nodded slowly. Who ever programmed this
Seven Of Nine was clearly insane, either that or she
was just really stupid, at least that’s what Monica was thinking.
“Yeah, you see this is the only planet we’ve ever been
on. Some would say we’ve landed on the moon but I don’t believe that shit.” Monica
replied and then laughed. She walked past Seven and
started to head to the trail that would lead them to the clearing. Seven slowly
walked over to the wooden fence that kept the horses in and put her hands on
top of it. “You coming or what?” Monica asked as she
stopped and turned to see what Seven was doing.
“Could you tell me what year this is?” Seven asked
slowly. Monica reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pack of
cigarettes. She took out one of the white sticks and put it in her mouth before
placing the pack back in her pocket. She then started to fish around in her
front pocket for the gold Zippo she always kept with her.
“2007….you know whoever programmed you did a bang up
job there Seven.” Monica answered and then removed the lighter from her pocket
and lit the cigarette. She jammed the lighter back into her pocket making a
mental reminder to herself that it was in the right pocket of her jeans and not
the left. Seven ran her hands over the wood like she had never seen it before.
“You wanna see your ship or not?”
“No one programmed me, I am a human being.” Seven said
and then walked over to her, “Now lets go to the
ship.” Monica took a drag from her cigarette and started to walk, Seven stayed
next to her. She guessed it was possible that Seven
was a human being but then what was with all of the metal? As far as she could
deduct, these two women were from the future. They arrived in a space ship and Seven seemed rather shocked to find out they were on Earth,
well as shocked as she probably ever got, Monica doubted she had a wide range
of emotions.
“If you’re human what’s with all the
metal and junk?” Monica asked as
they walked, she took another drag on her cigarette and tried not to stare at
the vision of loveliness that was walking beside her.
“I do not believe I can discuss that without violating
the prime directive.” Seven responded, before Monica could follow up with a
reply they reached the clearing and Seven darted ahead of her and went to the
ship. The doors were open still, because Monica had to pry them open to get
them out of there. She watched as Seven ducked inside
and then came out holding a kit with a caduceus on it. She assumed it was some
sort of first aid kit. Without saying a word Seven
walked back out of the ship and back down the path that had led them there. Monica
took her time walking back, even when Seven
disappeared from sight. She assumed that now that Seven
knew they weren’t in their own time period there was probably little chance
that she was going to try to leave and get help.
When she reached the house she dropped her cigarette
on the step outside of the back door and stepped on it before entering the
kitchen. She got out two glasses from the cupboard and then opened the
refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. She poured two glasses, then
picked them up and headed for the back set of stairs. She started to whistle
softly, and made her way up the stairs and to the guest bedroom where Seven most likely was taking care of her friend. She knocked
on the door, to be polite, then opened it and stepped inside. The other woman
was now sitting up and completely conscious.
“I got some lemonade if anyone is interested.” Monica
said, Seven turned to look at her and the woman who
was on the bed smiled softly.
“Anything cold to drink would be heaven right now.”
The woman said and so Monica walked over to her and handed her a glass. She held
one out to Seven who didn’t make any attempt to take
it, so she shrugged and took a few big gulps herself. She watched the other
woman down about half of the glass and then set the rest of it down on the
table next to the bed. “I’m Kathryn Janeway, who are you?” Monica smiled, at least this Kathryn woman had a set of manners.
“Monica Edwards,” She said and then held out the hand
that wasn’t holding the glass of lemonade. Janeway took it and shook it firmly.
“You are in my house, I found you in your spaceship so I know something is
going on. There is no sense in hiding the truth from me.” She added and was, of
course, serious about that. She did want to know the truth,
besides any one she could tell would either not believe it or equate it to some
sort of government conspiracy. She had very little friends, none of whom lived
within 100 miles of her. She spent her days alone in her house, working on a
book that would never be published, and chatting online with other conspiracy
theorists. Janeway looked at Seven and then back at
Monica. The two women had some sort of unspoken bond and being a lesbian
herself, Monica could make an educated guess about the nature of their
relationship.
“You’re right, there is no
sense in my lying. I am a captain on a starship called Voyager. I am not quite
sure how we ended up here but we did. We are from well into 300 years in the
future.” Kathryn said and Monica nodded slightly. She didn’t know if she could
believe any of this, but all of the evidence was shoved into her face. How
could she not believe a spaceship
that had crashed into her back yard? How could she not believe that whatever
Seven Of Nine was, that she was not from the future?
“Okay then. You are welcome to stay here and do
whatever you want to help you get back. I live alone no one is going to bother
you here, hell I’m about fifteen miles from the nearest house. I’ll do anything
I can to help.” Monica said and then took another drink of lemonade as she
thought about going down to the kitchen to get some vodka to add to it.
“We appreciate the hospitality.” Janeway said and then
looked at Seven again, “Can I have a moment alone with
her please?”
“Yeah sure, I got some friends coming over that might
be able to help you, but they are the only ones that know you are here, I made
sure of that.” Monica said, “Trust me I’m more paranoid about security here
then the secret service.” She actually didn’t know the names of the people that
Monica didn’t bother them for the next few hours. She
sat in her kitchen having a mixture of vodka and lemonade. Well it was more
vodka then lemonade but she was a heavy drinker to begin with and she wasn’t
chugging glass after glass. She was sipping them while smoking a pack of
Marlboro lights and absently flipping through a magazine. She wasn’t really
reading it, she was trying to digest everything she had just been told. She had
made it clear to Seven that they were not prisoners,
and if they confronted her and wanted to leave she wasn’t going to stop them,
but she was right when she said that Seven probably shouldn’t go out in public.
She knew they were from the future, but she didn’t want to ask them crazy
things about it, in fact, she was just glad to have guests in her usually empty
six bedroom estate.
When she finally looked up from her magazine she saw
that it was nearly
“Come in.” Kathryn’s voice called and so she opened
the door and walked in. Seven was standing across from the foot of the bed,
leaning against the dresser that was set up in there. Janeway was still on the
bed, she had a bruise forming around her eye but it didn’t look like it was effecting her in the least. Monica walked over to Janeway
and set the stack of take out menus on the bed.
“I order out for dinner, choose whatever you want from
wherever you want, don’t worry about breaking my bank either.” Monica said, she
wondered why Janeway hadn’t made a move to go see her spaceship, when she
noticed that the woman’s foot was up on a pillow with one boot off. Monica was
no doctor but it didn’t take one to see that the ankle was terribly swollen.
Whatever was wrong with it would probably need to be found out by an actual
doctor. Janeway smiled at her and reached for the menus, Seven
said absolutely nothing and continued to keep her gaze on the captain. She
began to wonder what kind of food they had 300 years in the future. Was it
different? Did they all just take injections or pills? She didn’t want to ask
these questions and sound like an idiot so she decided to keep her mouth shut
about them, “Look I know you probably aren’t allowed to tell me anything about
the future cause of…what did Seven call it….the prime directive? Anyway, can
you just assure me that aliens didn’t colonize earth and we are a very thriving
species in the future?”
“There was no alien colonization….” Janeway replied
and it looked to Monica like she was trying not to laugh. That didn’t bother
her too much, most people laughed at her theories, especially the ones about
not actually landing on the moon, “Where did you get an idea like that.”
“Internet.” Monica replied and then shrugged slightly, Janeway
made a face like she had never heard of that in her life and Monica was
starting to believe that she actually was from the future. “The
world wide web….a connection of computers through telephone wires?” She
added, trying to provide more of an explanation. Surely Janeway knew about
this, Monica thought, because she knew about telegraphs and she had never used
one of those a day in her life. Janeway finally made a face like she understood
what Monica was talking about.
“Well there’s no need to worry
things are just fine in the future.” Janeway said reassuringly as she
skimmed over a few menus. Monica turned to look at Seven,
who had fixed her hair in the time that Monica was gone, and then back to
Janeway.
“Does she eat?” Monica tried to whisper and gesture at
Seven at the same time. Janeway looked up and sort of
laughed, Monica liked the sound of it. Seven arched an eyebrow but didn’t say
anything.
“Yeah she can eat, she’s not very fond of it but
she’ll eat.” Janeway replied and then stopped on the menu she was reading, “How
about pizza?” She was mostly asking the question to Seven.
“Pizza, a flat, round piece of dough cover with a
tomato based sauce, cheese, and various vegetables and or meat?” Seven replied, Monica had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
Whatever Seven was, she was sure good at stating the obvious. To her it seemed
that Janeway knew what she was talking about, that she had actually had pizza
in some point of her life. Seven on the other hand seemed to know what it was,
but had never had it. It was hard for her to fathom that someone had never
tasted pizza.
“Yeah you got it slick.” Monica said, trying to keep
the bubbles of laughter in her voice under wraps, “what do you want on it?”
“I’ll eat anything you put on a pizza, as for Seven…”
Janeway looked over to her partner and trailed off.
“I’ll get one plain and one with mushrooms and
pepperoni, sound good?” Monica said after calming her voice to a regular tone.
Seven had said that she was a human being, but Monica wasn’t
believing that for a second. She wasn’t going to say anything but she
was convinced that Seven was some sort of android or
robot. Until she got a further explanation, one she would not fish for, then
she would keep on believing that Seven was mechanical.
“Yes, and if it’s not too much trouble a cup of coffee
would be great.” Janeway said and Monica nodded slightly. She only ever drank
coffee in the morning and rarely at that, but she did keep some in the house
just incase someone came over and wanted some, as rare as that was. She had a Kona blend that came from
“No trouble, I’ll make a pot.” Monica said and then
smiled slightly, “I’ll go order the pizza too. There’s a TV and a DVD player in
that dresser that Seven is standing against the remote
is on the bedside table and…” She suddenly realized that she was probably
talking gibberish to them. Seven moved out of the way and opened the doors to
the dresser to reveal the flat screen TV kept in there on a shelf, below it was
the DVD player. Monica walked over to the table next to the bed and picked up
the remote for the TV and handed it to Janeway.
“The power button is this green one, and the channel
and volume buttons are marked….although knowing my luck you people don’t have
TV’s in the future.” Monica said and then pressed the power button on the
remote. The TV flickered on to channel three which was broadcasting news at
that time.
“I believe Lt. Paris has one of these.” Seven said,
aiming her comment at Janeway. “This one is in color though.” Janeway turned
and smiled at Monica.
“Thank you,” Janeway said, “I hope we aren’t causing
too much trouble.”
“No trouble at all, I’ll see if I can round up a
doctor to check out your ankle.” Monica said and she had connections. As
paranoid as she was about everything she had a private physician who was at her
beck and call. She always thought she was coming down with something, a new flu
or maybe even a case of lime disease, in any case her doctor was highly paid to
keep her mouth shut about things that went on at the Edwards estate and so
Monica trusted her enough to bring her in on this one. “Some people would say I
have more money then God. If you two want separate rooms then you are welcome
to look in the other bedrooms, just stay out of mine, it’s the biggest and the
only one with a computer in it. If you two want to stay together that’s cool
too. I told Seven earlier that you are not prisoners, you can come and go as
you please I won’t make you do anything you don’t want.”
“That’s very kind of you.” Janeway replied, Monica
nodded and then left the room after picking up the take out menus from the bed.
She was heading down the stairs when she heard the phone start to ring. She ran
to the kitchen, where the nearest phone was, and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey M, it’s Lang…”
“Agents? As in FBI agents?
“Whoa, calm down there sister, they are cool. Long
time friends of ours, in fact agent Mulder is as close to a conspiracy theorist
as you’ll get in the FBI….just trust me on this okay?”
“Okay, I trust you but if they aren’t cool I’ll get
out my 9mm and shoot them, you know that right? I could hire the best lawyers
in the world to bail me out of that mess, you know that too right?” Monica
replied but she had a smile on her face. She poured the coffee into the
machine, followed by the appropriate amount of water and then pressed the
button to start it after closing the lid.
“Ask her if that robot chick is single.” She heard Frohike say in the background.
“Shut up! Anyway I know you can pretty much do
whatever you want but I promise they are cool. Scully’s a little skeptical but
Mulder won’t do anything to expose you guys.”
End Part I