Title : Master Plan
Author : Tirduj, Unrhue
Spoilers : Yes All Season 9.  Takes place after  “The 
Truth”
Disclaimer : They’re left alone, but it doesn’t mean 
they’re mine, too bad….
Rating : R

“Well I know that I have only ever held your hand,
but just one touch is more than enough to understand.
There’s a master Plan 
and although I know I don’t believe in destiny, 
Maybe it found me”  

-- Darren Hayes, "I Can't Get Enough off You"


Chapter 1

[Doggett]

On the road back to DC, all I hear are explosions in 
my mind.  Huge explosions.  It’s just Monica and me 
now.  Knowle is finally dead.  Part of me is sad, the 
power that came with being a supersoldier must have 
changed him for good.  

Then it hit us.  We have come to the realization; 
that we cannot go back to our lives before this day.

Knowle may be dead but I feel that *they* the 
supersoldiers know that we know the truth and the 
Master Plan.  They know us now.  The X-Files are 
gone now, we can only imagine what happened to 
Skinner and Kersh.  ‘Kersh’ I thought.  Not for one 
bit I could predict that he would help us free Mulder.  
My mind was unable to grasp at that notion, his hands 
were definitely dirty in this.  Maybe the trial turned 
him around, or he needed a personal reprieve to what 
he had done ever since he became Deputy Director.

And now we must suffer the same fate as Mulder and 
Scully.  Like them, being on the run.  It’s only time 
that can tell us when it’s safe.  Then again, we won’t 
know for sure trying to avoid these supersoldiers.

“What are you thinking?”  Monica turns to me.

I turn to look at her, and struggle to give her one of 
my goofy grins.

“We go back to DC, then we’ll figure things out.”


Reyes’ Apartment
[Reyes]

I keep staring into my cup of tea like there’s no 
tomorrow.  Then it hits me.  Tomorrow won’t happen until 
we figure what we need to do.  John is pacing in front 
of me, lost in his thoughts.  ‘He keeps doing that I’ll 
need a new area rug’

I think back to a couple days ago before this hell broke 
loose.

It was after work John invited me to his place for 
dinner.  A *damn good cook I might add*.  We were having 
such a good time, nothing was finally holding us back 
to move our relationship forward.  I sensed in him a 
peace, being free after nearly 10 years of grieving for 
Luke.  Just as John asked me to dance, the phone rings.  
Funny how small things can get people out of the mood.

“Monica”  he shakes me out of my imaginations.
“We need to leave DC.  We can’t stay here anymore”  I 
hear the ‘for good’ sound in his voice.

I stand up to see the fear and concern in his eyes for 
our safety.  He is as afraid of them just as I am.

A slow smile forms on my face.

“Before we leave everything behind and hightail our 
butts outta here…….”  John stares at me with confusion 
as I turn on my stereo for the last time.

So this is odd, the painful realization that all has 
gone wrong
And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all.

This Brilliant Dance – Dashboard Confessional

I turn to him and hold out my hand.

“Let’s dance John”


[Doggett]

I can’t shake this bittersweet feel and expression on 
my face as I take her hand.  My arms encapsulates her 
body and we sway to the music’s confession.  I bury 
my face in her shoulder and hold her like it’s never 
going to happen again.

It’s been a long long time since I’ve been this close 
to someone, and now It’s all up in the air.

[Reyes]

Like a perfect half, we stay in this moment like time 
has no power.  I play back the images of the past year 
and a half, mostly of the little moments we both 
shared.  Those little moments I cherish the most.  If 
it weren’t for them, my patience to wait for John 
would become infathomable to me.

Sweet patience, that has brought me to this day.  In 
the years past, I sit and wait patiently for you.  I 
see you in pain, I want to hold you.  I see you in 
laughter, I want to laugh with you.  I see you in 
tears, I want to cry with you.  The times I see you 
holding back see you trying, I wanted to tell you.  


So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be 
a brilliant dance.  
Where nobody leads at all.  Where nobody leads at all.

End Chapter 1