Post by Lynette Scavo on May 26, 2006 18:58:06 GMT -5
This is an X-Files fanfic, co-written by Jordan and me. This is all we have so far, but we'll keep this updated as soon as we have more.
It's about Mulder, Scully, two girls named Chardonnay [shar-don-nay] Galt and Honoria Greenwich [Gren-itch] and the story of their disappearance nearly ten years ago.
This VERY rough draft. Keep that in mind.
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"You know, Mulder," she started, "I'm glad we were able to get away this week."
"Me too," Mulder said. "But I'm still not telling you where we're going." Fox smirked sheepishly, not glancing over at his partner. He didn't need to. He knew her well enough to know that she was rolling her eyes and smirking slightly, looking out the window.
"And this place, Mulder. The reason we're going has no relation to work, right?" Scully asked.
"Nope. Not one."
"Good." she replied. "Hard to believe, coming from you, but good."
Mulder nodded. "Oh, I love this song." He turned up the radio and proceeded to sing. Scully, very quietly, chuckled.
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A few hours later, it was nearing 3 a.m. Mulder was still driving, and Scully's head was dropping to one side, her mouth hanging slightly open. Mulder glanced at her and smiled.
"She looks so cute when she's asleep..." he thought to himself.
Pulling into a motel parking lot, he left the engine running and got out. Coming back a few minutes later, he found Scully awake and looking around like a lost child.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Oh no." he looked at her and grinned.
"What?" she gave him a blank look.
"Nice try, Scully."
"Damn."
Mulder laughed at this. "C'mon, I got us a room."
"How many beds?"
"Two, Scully."
"Damn perfect gentleman, he is." She felt her stomach drop.
Taking in a change of clothes, they went into the room, took turns changing in the washroom, and went right to sleep.
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Out of pure habit, Mulder was up at the crack of dawn. Sneaking a peek at his cell phone from the bureau, he saw no missed calls or new messages. He put it away before Scully woke up and saw.
Grabbing his clothes and making his way tot he washroom, he changed. Coming out, he ran the water to shave in the sink. Apparently, it woke his partner. "Hey." she said groggily.
"Hey yourself." he smiled at her reflection behind his in the mirror. "Sleep okay?"
She nodded, with a yawn. "You?"
"Couldn't be better." he told her. "C'mon Scully, get dressed. I have a feeling today is a good day."
She did, and soon they were both ready to leave. They stopped at a local Denny's for breakfast, when something in the morning paper caught Scully's eye.
"Oh, that's terrible!" she exclaimed quietly.
"What?" Mulder asked, looking up from the sports section.
"These two girls. They were found wandering the streets in nothing but long night shirts and underwear."
"What?! Lemme see that." Mulder took the paper, and tore the part where the city name was printed on it. He crumpled it and put it in his pocket, and handed the section back to Scully. "What about those two girls, now, Scully?"
Scully rolled her eyes. "I don't know. It says here that 'Chardonnay Galt and Honoria Greenwich were found wandering the streets in nothing but nightshirts and underwear.' "
"What's so unusual about that? People do that all the time back home."
"That's not the unusual part, Mulder." she started reading the article aloud again. " 'The girls, now both 16, went missing in 1997. They were thought to have been taken, possibly by a family friend, and murdered.' That's the strange part. Nobody has seen these two girls since 1997."
"Wait, these two are the same age, have different last names, and are related? Cousins, I'm guessing."
Scully scanned the article for any family history. "No. There's a section here on the parents, for people who don't know the story. Apparently, Chardonnay's parents divorced early in her life, and her mom got sole custody. The dad had visitation."
"And the other one?"
"Honoria Greenwich. It says here that her mom died when she was two, and the dad remarried. Thr dad died when she was 5, and the stepmom got custody. She had two sons from a previous marriage."
"But how does that link the two?"
"Stepsisters. Chardonnay's dad married Honoria's stepmother, making the two--"
"--related." Mulder finished.
Scully nodded. "Right." She gave a small scowl at the paper. "Oh, look. They have pictures of them." She laid the paper down on the table to let Mulder have a look.
Chardonnay Galt had long, thick, smooth-looking black hair, and carmel toffee eyes. Freckles lightly spotted her nose and cheeks. From underneath her hair, her eyes stood out against it's darkness and her pale skin tone.
Honoria Greenwich had long, thick, and shaggy red hair. Her face was heavily freckled, both of which helped her dark blue, silver-tinted eyes pop. She, like Chardonnay, was pale.
Underneath the side-by-side pictures was a caption describing both girls at once. It read:
"Galt and Greenwich are underweight, hypersensitive to light, and hiding from authorities. If seen, please call local police right away with a location."
"Excuse me, Scully."
"Where are you going, Mulder?"
"Someone going to the washroom always makes the food come."
Watching him walk down the hallway, Scully's mind started up.
"Something's not right. Something to do with those girls, and Mulder's got something to do with it too."
Lookng away from the washroom hallway, Scully saw the waitress coming her way with a food tray.
"Whaddya know? Mulder was right again."
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Mulder came back to the table, with food and Scully waiting.
"Welcome back, Mulder." Scully said, looking up at him.
"Thanks, Scully." Mulder said dryly.
"Mulder what's wrong?" She gve him a concerned look and took a sip of her drink. "You started acting weird when I mentioned those sisters."
"Can you define 'acting normal' for me, Scully?"
"Well, I figured you'd be the first to call this an alien abduction."
"I'm fine. But maybe you've forgotten. In society today, that is weird."
"Well, maybe you've forgotten. In the way things are today, that is normal. It's normal for you, Mulder."
"Why do you ask what's wrong when you already know?"
"I don't know, Mulder, and that's why I'm asking!"
"You do know, Scully. I just said. I'm fine." Mulder started eating.
"Fine." Scully followed Mulder's lead, placing a forkful of eggs in her mouth. "I don't buy it, but I'm leaving it alone."
"Thank you."
"Was that a confession?" Scully asked herself in thought.
"I hope she didn't take that as a confession. Because it wasn't. Was it?" Mulder thought to himself.
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Deciding not to skip town, Scully knew her partner wanted to get involved on the case of the Galt-Greenwich sisters. She knew her partner better than anybody, and could see it in his eyes.
In the local P.D., Scully looked around. Their location was no longer a secret to her. She and Mulder had stopped, for an undetermined amount of time, to stay in a small town in Maine. A town called New Portshire, population 850.
"Such a small population for a city with such a...'regal' name." Scully thought to herself.
"Okay, thanks detective." Mulder walked through the door. "They didn't want to let us in on the case, but--"
"Us?" Scully asked.
Mulder ignored her, continuing. "But they gave me a phone number to the parents."
"Are you gonna call?"
"Are we on planet Earth?"
"Sometimes, I'm not really sure." Scully thought. But what came out of her mouth was different.
"Why did I ask?"
"Not a clue, Scully. C'mon."
Getting back in the car, Mulder pulled out the cell phone assigned to him by the F.B.I.
"Mulder, I thought you said you didn't bring that with you."
"No, I never said that. You did." he dialed the number. "Hello, Mrs. Galt?" he didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "My name is Fox Mulder, I'm with the F.B.I. and I was calling about the case on your two stepdaughters."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." the voice on the other end of the phone told him.
"Is this Mrs. Galt?"
"No."
"Have you ever been a one Mrs. Galt?"
"No."
"Do you know a Mrs. Galt?"
"What part of 'NO' don't you understand, buddy?! I ain't no Mrs. Galt. I never have been, and I certainly don't know 'er." Click. She hung up on him. Mulder clicked the phone off.
"Well, that could have gone better." he shrugged, looking at Scully. All she could do was sigh.
She knew this would be a long week.
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It's about Mulder, Scully, two girls named Chardonnay [shar-don-nay] Galt and Honoria Greenwich [Gren-itch] and the story of their disappearance nearly ten years ago.
This VERY rough draft. Keep that in mind.
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"You know, Mulder," she started, "I'm glad we were able to get away this week."
"Me too," Mulder said. "But I'm still not telling you where we're going." Fox smirked sheepishly, not glancing over at his partner. He didn't need to. He knew her well enough to know that she was rolling her eyes and smirking slightly, looking out the window.
"And this place, Mulder. The reason we're going has no relation to work, right?" Scully asked.
"Nope. Not one."
"Good." she replied. "Hard to believe, coming from you, but good."
Mulder nodded. "Oh, I love this song." He turned up the radio and proceeded to sing. Scully, very quietly, chuckled.
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A few hours later, it was nearing 3 a.m. Mulder was still driving, and Scully's head was dropping to one side, her mouth hanging slightly open. Mulder glanced at her and smiled.
"She looks so cute when she's asleep..." he thought to himself.
Pulling into a motel parking lot, he left the engine running and got out. Coming back a few minutes later, he found Scully awake and looking around like a lost child.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Oh no." he looked at her and grinned.
"What?" she gave him a blank look.
"Nice try, Scully."
"Damn."
Mulder laughed at this. "C'mon, I got us a room."
"How many beds?"
"Two, Scully."
"Damn perfect gentleman, he is." She felt her stomach drop.
Taking in a change of clothes, they went into the room, took turns changing in the washroom, and went right to sleep.
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Out of pure habit, Mulder was up at the crack of dawn. Sneaking a peek at his cell phone from the bureau, he saw no missed calls or new messages. He put it away before Scully woke up and saw.
Grabbing his clothes and making his way tot he washroom, he changed. Coming out, he ran the water to shave in the sink. Apparently, it woke his partner. "Hey." she said groggily.
"Hey yourself." he smiled at her reflection behind his in the mirror. "Sleep okay?"
She nodded, with a yawn. "You?"
"Couldn't be better." he told her. "C'mon Scully, get dressed. I have a feeling today is a good day."
She did, and soon they were both ready to leave. They stopped at a local Denny's for breakfast, when something in the morning paper caught Scully's eye.
"Oh, that's terrible!" she exclaimed quietly.
"What?" Mulder asked, looking up from the sports section.
"These two girls. They were found wandering the streets in nothing but long night shirts and underwear."
"What?! Lemme see that." Mulder took the paper, and tore the part where the city name was printed on it. He crumpled it and put it in his pocket, and handed the section back to Scully. "What about those two girls, now, Scully?"
Scully rolled her eyes. "I don't know. It says here that 'Chardonnay Galt and Honoria Greenwich were found wandering the streets in nothing but nightshirts and underwear.' "
"What's so unusual about that? People do that all the time back home."
"That's not the unusual part, Mulder." she started reading the article aloud again. " 'The girls, now both 16, went missing in 1997. They were thought to have been taken, possibly by a family friend, and murdered.' That's the strange part. Nobody has seen these two girls since 1997."
"Wait, these two are the same age, have different last names, and are related? Cousins, I'm guessing."
Scully scanned the article for any family history. "No. There's a section here on the parents, for people who don't know the story. Apparently, Chardonnay's parents divorced early in her life, and her mom got sole custody. The dad had visitation."
"And the other one?"
"Honoria Greenwich. It says here that her mom died when she was two, and the dad remarried. Thr dad died when she was 5, and the stepmom got custody. She had two sons from a previous marriage."
"But how does that link the two?"
"Stepsisters. Chardonnay's dad married Honoria's stepmother, making the two--"
"--related." Mulder finished.
Scully nodded. "Right." She gave a small scowl at the paper. "Oh, look. They have pictures of them." She laid the paper down on the table to let Mulder have a look.
Chardonnay Galt had long, thick, smooth-looking black hair, and carmel toffee eyes. Freckles lightly spotted her nose and cheeks. From underneath her hair, her eyes stood out against it's darkness and her pale skin tone.
Honoria Greenwich had long, thick, and shaggy red hair. Her face was heavily freckled, both of which helped her dark blue, silver-tinted eyes pop. She, like Chardonnay, was pale.
Underneath the side-by-side pictures was a caption describing both girls at once. It read:
"Galt and Greenwich are underweight, hypersensitive to light, and hiding from authorities. If seen, please call local police right away with a location."
"Excuse me, Scully."
"Where are you going, Mulder?"
"Someone going to the washroom always makes the food come."
Watching him walk down the hallway, Scully's mind started up.
"Something's not right. Something to do with those girls, and Mulder's got something to do with it too."
Lookng away from the washroom hallway, Scully saw the waitress coming her way with a food tray.
"Whaddya know? Mulder was right again."
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Mulder came back to the table, with food and Scully waiting.
"Welcome back, Mulder." Scully said, looking up at him.
"Thanks, Scully." Mulder said dryly.
"Mulder what's wrong?" She gve him a concerned look and took a sip of her drink. "You started acting weird when I mentioned those sisters."
"Can you define 'acting normal' for me, Scully?"
"Well, I figured you'd be the first to call this an alien abduction."
"I'm fine. But maybe you've forgotten. In society today, that is weird."
"Well, maybe you've forgotten. In the way things are today, that is normal. It's normal for you, Mulder."
"Why do you ask what's wrong when you already know?"
"I don't know, Mulder, and that's why I'm asking!"
"You do know, Scully. I just said. I'm fine." Mulder started eating.
"Fine." Scully followed Mulder's lead, placing a forkful of eggs in her mouth. "I don't buy it, but I'm leaving it alone."
"Thank you."
"Was that a confession?" Scully asked herself in thought.
"I hope she didn't take that as a confession. Because it wasn't. Was it?" Mulder thought to himself.
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Deciding not to skip town, Scully knew her partner wanted to get involved on the case of the Galt-Greenwich sisters. She knew her partner better than anybody, and could see it in his eyes.
In the local P.D., Scully looked around. Their location was no longer a secret to her. She and Mulder had stopped, for an undetermined amount of time, to stay in a small town in Maine. A town called New Portshire, population 850.
"Such a small population for a city with such a...'regal' name." Scully thought to herself.
"Okay, thanks detective." Mulder walked through the door. "They didn't want to let us in on the case, but--"
"Us?" Scully asked.
Mulder ignored her, continuing. "But they gave me a phone number to the parents."
"Are you gonna call?"
"Are we on planet Earth?"
"Sometimes, I'm not really sure." Scully thought. But what came out of her mouth was different.
"Why did I ask?"
"Not a clue, Scully. C'mon."
Getting back in the car, Mulder pulled out the cell phone assigned to him by the F.B.I.
"Mulder, I thought you said you didn't bring that with you."
"No, I never said that. You did." he dialed the number. "Hello, Mrs. Galt?" he didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "My name is Fox Mulder, I'm with the F.B.I. and I was calling about the case on your two stepdaughters."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." the voice on the other end of the phone told him.
"Is this Mrs. Galt?"
"No."
"Have you ever been a one Mrs. Galt?"
"No."
"Do you know a Mrs. Galt?"
"What part of 'NO' don't you understand, buddy?! I ain't no Mrs. Galt. I never have been, and I certainly don't know 'er." Click. She hung up on him. Mulder clicked the phone off.
"Well, that could have gone better." he shrugged, looking at Scully. All she could do was sigh.
She knew this would be a long week.
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