From: AnubisKV5@cs.com   
      
   TITLE:  WHITE NOISE (*Do not archive to Gossamer!*)   
   AUTHOR:  AnubisKV5   
   E-MAIL:  AnubisKV5@cs.com   
   FEEDBACK:  Constructive feedback always appreciated!   
   RATING:  NC-17! No minors allowed!  Shoo! Go away!   
   This isn't for you! (NC-17 is the MPAA copyrighted   
   rating; no infringement intended.)   
   BETA-READER:  The wonderful, amazing Aerostar.  All   
   other errors are my own.   
   CATEGORY:  MT, Angst, MSR, RST.   
   SPOILERS:  Biogenesis, Season 6   
   ARCHIVE:  I will post to Ephemeral and Gossamer.  All   
   others please ask first.   
      
   DISCLAIMER:  Not mine; I only wish.  The X-Files   
   characters belong to 1013 Productions, Chris Carter   
   and Fox.  No rights implied.  I'm only borrowing them.   
   Some quotes direct from the script, "Biogenesis," and   
   are, therefore borrowed.  No infringement intended.   
   I'm not making a penny on this, though I would settle   
   for one-half of one percent of the syndication rights!   
   Also, I am not the same Anubis archived on Gossamer,   
   nor am I AnubisLite.  I'm a totally different person,   
   ergo, AnubisKV5.  But, you can call me Anubis.  ;)   
      
   SUMMARY:  Scully was ashamed of herself, of how she'd   
   treated Mulder:  she hadn't believed him about how the   
   rubbing of the artifact was affecting him.  He was her   
   partner, her love.  No, not just her love; he was her   
   lover -- the man, the person she loved beyond all   
   reasoning.  She should have listened and tried to   
   believe him.   
      
   AUTHOR'S NOTES:  Written for the Virtual Season of Smut   
   Challenge - Season 6 at Fandomonium.com.   
      
   DEDICATION:  For Aerostar, ahite?  For Xangel and Siggy,   
   for encouragement, kind words and friendship.  For AJ,   
   always.   
      
   ~~x~~X~~X~~X~~x~~   
      
   "It began with an act of supreme violence -- a big bang   
   expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas,   
   matter and gas ten billion years ago.  Whose idea was   
   this?  Who had the audacity for such invention?  And the   
   reason?  Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago?   
   Are we born only to die?  To be fruitful and multiply and   
   replenish the earth before giving way to our generations?   
   If there is a beginning, must there be an end?..."   
      
                             -- Dana Scully, "Biogenesis"   
      
   ~~x~~X~~X~~X~~x~~   
      
   IVORY COAST   
   AFRICAN CONTINENT   
      
   Dana Scully stood barefoot on the sand, near the shallow   
   tide pool.  The wind off of the ocean blew her hair into   
   her face and tangled her long linen skirt about her ankles.   
   She stood looking out at the water.  Scully had always   
   loved the water.  Despite the heat of this country, the air   
   from the ocean brought a bit of a chill with it, so she   
   wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered.   
      
   She knew she wasn't only shivering due to the breeze; she   
   was scared to death for her partner, her love, Fox Mulder.   
   She'd taken a giant leap of faith leaving him alone in the   
   psychiatric unit at George Washington Medical Center, with   
   Diana Fowley hovering uncomfortably near, while she left the   
   country and followed the paths of Drs. Solomon Merkmallen   
   and Steven Sandoz.  They'd worked on the metal fragments   
   they'd found and had been trying to have them decoded or   
   translated.   
      
   Neither man could help her because they'd both died violent   
   deaths, and the perpetrators of those crimes had not been   
   apprehended.  She didn't expect they ever would.   
      
   Scully was ashamed of herself, of how she'd treated Mulder:   
   she hadn't believed him about how the rubbing of the artifact   
   was affecting him.  He was her partner, her love.  No, not   
   just her love; he was her lover -- the man, the person she   
   loved beyond all reasoning.  She should have listened and   
   tried to believe him.  Scully erroneously assumed he had the   
   flu or some more explainable ailment, but he was insistently   
   attributing his problems to something more paranomal.   
      
   And she'd, more or less, ignored it.  She closed her eyes and   
   remembered the day it had started, when they'd been called to   
   A.D Walter Skinner's office to discuss the new case, view the   
   rubbing and discuss things such as panspermia and the   
   mysterious disappearance of Dr. Merkmallen.   
      
   After the meeting with Skinner, they were the only two people   
   on the elevator on the way back to their basement office.   
   It was shortly thereafter when things started going bad for   
   Mulder.   
      
   ~~x~~X~~X~~X~~x~~   
      
   "What are we doing, Mulder?" Scully had asked him disgustedly,   
   barely keeping her temper.  "This is a police matter at best."   
      
   Mulder had been busy studying the rubbing, answering her   
   offhandedly.  "Skinner wants us on the case."   
      
   Scully stared at him in disbelief.  "Are you going to try and   
   convince me that you have no personal interest in this case?"   
      
   "I am just a hired gun for the FBI," Mulder replied in his   
   usual flippant, nonchalant manner, continuing to study the   
   rubbing, turning it this way and that.   
      
   Scully folded her arms and continued to stare at him.  "Oh,   
   come on, Mulder!"   
      
   Mulder looked up at her from the rubbing.  "What if there's   
   something to this?"  He held up the rubbing to her.  She   
   didn't take it from him.   
      
   "Two men suggesting that we're all Martians," she scoffed at   
   him and nearly told him, to his face, that he was nuts,   
   managed to stop herself, but then added, sarcastically, "Now,   
   why would they possibly come into foul play?"   
      
   Mulder shrugged and continued to look at the rubbing.   
   "That's what we're being asked to figure out."   
      
   The elevator stopped at one point in their conversation, she   
   couldn't really remember on what floor, and a number of   
   people got on.  She and Mulder moved back to make room.   
   Scully continued talking to him, and when she thought back   
   on it, she should have realized something was wrong at that   
   point.  He had a slightly pained look on his face, but she   
   wrote it off to having to share the elevator with others,   
   some of whom undoubtedly would rather be in the Director's   
   office having their asses chewed thoroughly than to be in   
   the elevator with "Mr. and Mrs. Spooky."   
      
   Mulder *had* seemed distracted at that point, looking around   
   the elevator with a puzzled expression, but she was intent   
   on making her thoughts clear.  Scully didn't know it, but   
   nothing she said had been clear to him and had, more or less,   
   fallen on deaf ears.   
      
   "I don't understand you, Mulder," Scully continued, becoming   
   angry at his lack of attention to her conversation.  "You're   
   willing to pursue any case involving aliens, no matter how   
   tenuous the connection.  There has to be some limit to your   
   interest ... I mean, this endless pursuit of the truth,   
   Mulder it just ... it doesn't make any sense to me now."   
      
   At that point, the other people on the elevator bailed, and   
   Scully finally noticed that Mulder had been staring blankly   
   at her.  It really ticked her off.  "Mulder?  Did you hear a   
   word of what I just said?"   
      
   "No," his voice was very uncharacteristically soft.   
      
   "No?" Scully's face hardened, yet she was sad inside at his   
   constant refusal to listen to reason, to science.  "Well,   
   maybe you didn't want to hear it, Mulder."   
      
   "No..." At that point, Mulder seemed confused, which Scully   
   hadn't understood.  She thought she'd made her case very   
      
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