This story is a prelude to the return of Samantha.  I never
thought of one until the thought came through to put a twist
on not how, but who would help return her.
Thanks to my parents for tolerating my obsession. . . . I 
mean hobby, Patience at Hampshire College for adding to my X-
Phileness, AbraEvents and all the Drewlers on AOL, Sunny, and the
UMass gang at the Sci-Fi Club.

Special thanks to Chris Carter, David Duchovny, and Gillian
Anderson for doing the great job they have been doing for
the past (almost) four seasons and the inspiration they give
to us X-Philes to believe.

Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and Cancer Man are property of 20th Century Fox blah blah blah more legal jargon to insert blah blah blah

But Hannah Parker is all mine!!!

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There will be a sequel . . . . .  .

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Embryonic (1/4)
By
Sharon Harkins-Murphy

embryonic - adj. The rudimentary or formative stages of
anything

November 27, 1973
Ringwood, New Jersey
11:17pm

     The Parker family had dealt with enough today.  Their
eldest son decided to return to college before dinner was
over because Dad thought he should go to medical school
instead of art school.  Everything from there had caused a
snowball effect.  Family arguments and grumbling set
everyone in a bad mood except for one.

     Hannah.

     She was the youngest of the family, the accident as Mom
had once said. There was no way to tell if she was aware of
this, the neglect and ignoring some of the family had given
her.  Her three siblings were all older than her and Mom had
wanted to get back to work. Then Hannah happened as some
members of the family said.  They looked at her as an
accessory that they put in the corner and deal with later.
The irony of this was that none of it phased her.  She never
questioned it or cried about it.  It seemed natural to her.
Distance had become her best friend.

     Here was Hannah, a five year-old in the middle of  this
chaos, sitting in her room  and innocently playing with her
Barbie dolls.  She was simply an innocent child unphased by
anything in life.

     But it was night time now, the noise had dulled to the
humming of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Everyone was
asleep in their worlds.  Plans had been made to go Christmas
shopping the next day, a family tradition.  Hannah could
care less.  Her mind was lined with images of Santa Claus
and sleigh riding with her friends.

     Hannah slept with her mind at peace and tuned out.

     All of that was soon to change.

     It started with a humming noise coming from outside.
It was not like the refrigerator, more hypnotic. Hannah
could not hear it, nor could anyone else in the house.  It
went ignored.

     Until the light came.

     At first Hannah could not even try to fight the
blinding power it had.  It numbed everything in her.  She
could not even look though it.

     "Mom?" she muttered in a low voice.  Maybe Santa was
arriving earlier than planned.  Whatever it was she just sat
up in her bed and tried to focus as the humming got louder.
He window, which had been locked since Columbus Day weekend,
was slowly opening.

     Hannah wanted to go back to sleep and try to wake up
again.  But she could not because she began to feel
something she had never thought of.

     The pull.

     It was as if someone was lifting her off her bed to
place her in another one.  The feeling was nothing
unfamiliar, a soft wind carrying her.  Some part of her told
it was fun, it was a dream, there is nothing to be afraid
of.  The problem was that she was being carried to and out
her window.  At that point there was nothing she could do
but close her eyes and hope that she would wake up in her
bed.

     It was a bad dream, she thought and drifted off to
sleep.

*                 *                     *                 *                *

     When Hannah woke up, she was on a cold metal table
still in her nightgown. She was tired. She was hungry. The
silver room was covered with walls that reflected her and
she stared back at herself.  I have never dreamed of this
before, she thought.  Suddenly there was a noise at the
door.  She was afraid to move, rubbing her eyes and hugging
herself against the cold in the room.  maybe her parents
were going to come in and console her from everything.
Hannah needed to see a face, any face that would tell her
what was wrong with things around her.

     But nothing happened.  The noise stopped.

     She stared at the door, paralyzed by fear to go near
it.

     Suddenly the door opened and another girl around her
age entered.  She had braided pigtails and seemed to be a
little older than her. There was a sense that she was more
aware of what was going on than Hannah could.  She seemed
more confident.

     "Who are you?"

     Hannah could not respond, she was amazed at the sight
of another person.

     "Am I home?"

     "No, not that I know of."

     "I'm Hannah Parker and I want to go home!"

     The girl walked up to her and held her in her arms.

     "I know, I am scared too, " she said. "By the way, my
name is Samantha Mulder."



Present Day
Beta Colony

     It was routine, but something about it bothered her.
It was not the suit she was wearing but a sense that things
today would not be completed as planned.  Hannah was on her
way to work as she usually was.  Things had become so
programmed that she never had a chance to think about
anything.

     Hannah Parker had been one of the lucky children that
were spared in the November Abduction, as it had been
referred to.  A lot of them did not make it and to this day,
she wonders why she was still alive.  They told her she had
potential, she had  promise among them.  Among those that
did survive, she only kept in touch with only one other,
Samantha Mulder. Sam, as Hannah called her, had been trained
to be in Diplomatic Service.  It was due mainly in part to
her father's work with the US Government.  She got to
communicate with other colonies and make sure that
everything was well between them and others, including
Earth.

     Hannah, however, had been put in Medical Security.  She
led abductees to the tests and escorted them back to their
cells.  It was boring, which was why Hannah did not want to
go to work.  They had no "life" up here, not that she knew
of any.  It was similar to prison and the military - except
that they took care of you if something happened.  But this
was her life since she was eighteen and for ten years had
become everything to her.  She had no memory of her family,
no memory of life before she came here.  That was the
disadvantage of being taken at such a young age.
Fortunately, Sam had made up for that, telling her stories
of her childhood.  The games she played, what snow was like,
even fights with her brother Fox.

     She could sense Sam's loss and wanted to do whatever
she could to help her see her family again.  But there was
nothing she could do anymore. It had seemed that she had
given up hope.  Last year, with the failure of the Gregors,
Samantha retreated more from the colony's work.  She had
learned of her brother's involvement with the government and
the threat it gave to her return home.  But there was nothing
she could do now.  Her hopes had been crushed by what she
believed to be Fox's selfishness.

     These events had dwindled the meetings she had with
Sam.  The sister-like relationship they had formed was
dying.  It made Hannah's world more isolated as well.  There
was no one else she could turn to, everyone programmed in
their jobs did not carry on the conversations and jokes she
and Sam did.  Sam's world died and took Hannah with it.

     Leaving her room, she proceeded to the prison area
where the new abductees were waiting for their examinations.
She hated this, the fear that grew on their faces every time
she entered.  But Hannah had known this too from her own
experience.  She had been where they were, so a numbness to
it had begun to form.

     Hannah met Officer Wiley upon entering for her usual
duty.

     "You will be taking Grimley to Examination Room 54A."

     "Yes, sir."

     She stood at attention in front of  her superior.  All
problems she had when in her own quarters had to be put
aside now.

     "Afterwards, Samantha Mulder wants to meet with you in
her quarters."

     "Yes, sir."

     She quickly turned away and everything she had been
thinking came back to her even while a young man pleaded
with her not to take him to be examined.

     "No, please. I didn't do anything!"

     The guards dragged him out and carried him as she led
the way to the examination room.  Her mind wondered what Sam
wanted.  It had been months since she had spoken to her and
even then the conversation was dead.   Something was wrong,
she thought, keeping on foot in front of the other as she
led Grimley to the room.   He was still screaming as he
entered the room.

     "Officer Parker bring Grimley as ordered."

     The doctor looked at her and nodded.

     "Officer Bishop will be escorting him back as I have a
prior engagement."

     "Very good," the doctor said walking toward the table
that Grimley was being placed on.

     She turned and left the room, heading toward the
transporter.

     Hannah thought the worst.  What has happened that she
has to meet with Sam so urgently? She hoped there was
nothing wrong with her family back home.  Approaching the
transport she programmed its destination:  Level Five - S.
Mulder.

     The humming of the transport moved fast, but still slow
enough to notice how blank everyone's face was.  No one
noticed each other.  The re-programming of the Beta Colony
had effected many, but not all.  Communication in some forms
was not necessary to anyone except those who were in
diplomatic positions, such as Samantha.

     When Hannah arrived on Level Five, there was sign of
anyone around.  Usually there meeting and people in a hurry
to transport from one area to another.  Today, nothing was
happening.  She proceeded with caution.

     Samantha's quarters was close to the entrance of the
Diplomatic Division.  Walking up to the door she knocked
with the notion that Sam could have changed her mind on the
meeting.

     "Who is it?"

     "Officer Hannah Parker."

     The door opened slowly, revealing a sterile atmosphere
for someone in such high power.  She slowly entered, looking
to see where Sam could be lurking.  There was hesitation, a
sudden change that she would no longer be needed.  Before
she could think otherwise, Samantha appeared from her
office.

     "Hannah!" she said, opening her arms for a hug.

     There was a sense of relief in seeing her as happy.
This was not a face she had seen in months.  Either this was
genuine, or there was something bothering her.  Hannah
returned the hug and took a seat on her sofa.  The room was
sparsely decorated, metallic finishes and mirrors surrounded
them. Samantha always had a fear of enclosure, one that had
been formed in the November Abduction.

     "What did you want to see me for?  It has been so long
that there has been some worry in my mind of how you are."

     "I am fine," she said, taking a seat across from her.

     "Then what do you need to see me for?"

     Sam looked down, organizing what she was going to say.

     "I need a favor from you."

     "Favor? What kind of favor?"

     "This is going to sound so strange you will laugh."

     Sam was getting nervous and quickly got up to walk over
to the window overlooked the main corridor.

     "Try me."  She was getting nervous at what strange
favor she could ask of her.  After all these months she
really did not want to know.

     "Okay," she said, turning toward Hannah. "I need you to
return to Earth to find my brother."

     The proposal hit Hannah with the feeling that she did
not quite want to understand.  Return to earth to find Sam's
brother Fox?  Granted her brother had affected the Gregor
project, but what could he have done now to make Sam want
her to do something so drastic it could put her in danger.
There was something wrong about it.

     "Why?"

     "My brother works for the FBI, the Federal Bureau of
Investigation.  His involvements in cases are preventing him
from letting me leave.  If he leaves the FBI there is a
great chance I will be allowed to go home."

     "And you want me to find him?"

     "I can grant you 36 hours to do so, then you must
return.  I will let you know the location of  where a stand-
by ship can get you."

     "And if I fail in finding him?"

     "You can't fail," she said, her face looking at her
with a cold expression.

     "What about me? If this is all for your good, how does
this help me?"

     "Succeed and you will be allowed to leave as well."

     So there was the reward.  Hannah would be allowed to
return to earth.  But she had only vague memories of what
life was before the Beta Colony.  What could life have for
her down there?

     "How do you expect me to leave without being noticed?"

     Samantha got up and walked toward the window once
again.  There was fear in her that this mission might fail
as well.  There was a long silence, as if she were trying to
find the right words to say that could make everything
all right.  The tension, between two friends and their trust
that formed from two different worlds were relying on each
other.  Sam needed Hannah to find her brother so that she
might be able to go home.  In return, Hannah would be able
to leave and start her life again where she had started it,
on earth.

     "There will be an abduction tonight," she said coldly.
"When they bring the man up, and opposite force must go
down."

     "Like Newton's Laws of  Motion?"

     "Yes," Sam answered, turning toward Hannah.  "You will
go down in the opposing force."

     "To where on earth?"

     "The mid-west.  Form there you have to go to Washington
D.C. and find him. Find Fox."

     Hannah felt a strangeness, that this was not supposed
to happen.

     "And how is Fox going to believe me?"

     Sam walked over to Hannah and put her arms on her
shoulders.

     "The memories, Hannah.  The night I was taken.  You
know exactly how it happened.  The summer home in Rhode
Island.  How else would you know?"

	She was right, but the memories could be deceiving to Mulder.  What if he did not trust her at all?  What if by some strange way, she got killed while trying to find him?  What if the colonist found out about this?  Would she and Sam be protected from this? Her mind hurt, burned from within.  This was something she did not want to go through.  There was no choice.  The look in Sam's eyes, the impassioned plea that drove her forward.  She had a tendency to be a fatalist, but she had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
	
	If she succeeded.

	She closed her eyes. "I will do it.  Just tell me when."

	"In two hours. Meet on the Retrieval Deck.  You have seen extractions before?"

	Hannah nodded.
	
	"When the beam goes down it makes the noise.  That is when you go in.  Leap, before they can see you.  If you go from underneath they will think it is a technical leak.  That is your only way."

	"After that?"
	
	"Brace yourself for a tough landing," Sam said with a smile.



Two hours later

Retrieval Deck


	Hannah sat underneath the platform while doctors prepared to bring in the next specimen.  This is how she was brought in all those years ago.  No one remembers because of the trauma of the event.  They compared it to being born, but to another planet.  Through the grating, she saw the table and apparatus that resembled a telescope.  Almost like the movie "Goldfinger" she had been told about by older abductees.  I must make an effort to see that film while on earth, she thought.  Maybe Fox would let her see it.  If he would believe her.

	She looked behind her to see Samantha approaching the platform.  There was conversation  between her and the doctors, of how the patient was to be treated and transported to his cell. Never did they look below them.  There was nothing protecting her from their view. Sam was talking, fascinating the doctors, distracting them from her presence.  There was no nervousness from her as to what was going to happen.  There was just a wait.  

	Minutes became hours.  When the doctors had checked everything possible, the noises started.  First a grinding sound came from underneath her, the vibration almost causing her to fall.  She slowly stepped toward the panel door where the beam went though.   The noise became deafening as Hannah pulled the panel away and waited.  The noise changed to a hum and she knew that at any second she would have to leap into the blinding white light.  She was not afraid of what was going to happen, colonists traveled this way all the time.  It was the fact that in a way, she was escaping a prison, but the only home she had ever known.  

	Suddenly a high pitch sound caused Hannah to cover her ears.  This was her cue; what for the light and just go.  Hesitate and you will fall out into space.  As the white light came down, she threw herself forward into the light.  She felt the pull, the success of starting the journey to come and then nothing.

	What had pulled her away from home twenty-three years ago was returning her to what she had lost.

	Hope. 
All the kudos said beforein part one . . .

Note: I, like Chris Carter, use numbers that are either birthdays
or dates of events in my life.

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Embryonic (2/4)

By
Sharon Harkins-Murphy


Minneapolis, Minnesota
September 3, 1996
10:18am


     Whatever happened to Hannah in the light had not
granted her the best of landings.  She fell and bounced on
Tyler Ruckins bed so hard she thought she was going to hit
the ceiling. Traumatic for someone who had just traveled
only a couple thousand light years.  She focused at the
chipped white paint above her and focused.  Slowly she
turned to her left and saw on a television an overweight
woman crying to a man in curly hair and speedos how many
diets she has tried.  Hannah had no recollection of this
program ever being on when she was on earth years ago.

     Slowly getting up, she looked around the room.  It was
a mess and not of someone that had a job and worked, as she
could see from the wasteland of beer cans on the floor.  The
shades were pulled down, darkening the secrets of the person
who lived here.  She pulled them up and looked out.

     Hannah had never seen green before.  Fragments of her
memory came through, starting with her first day of school.
It had seemed so different to her now.  There were colors
she had never known existed.  people walking around freely
in different clothes, different hair, and the cars.  Her
father had an old Maverick and she closed her eyes
remembered the smell.  Thoughts that had no place in her
mind and were confined to her dreams, now made sense to her.
She did not want to move.  This was the home that she was
taken from.

     Turning around, the light penetrating the room, she
realized how disgusting the place was.  It was not one room,
but a studio apartment that was filled with newspapers and
magazines from the NRA.  Hannah decided to change would be
her first goal, her medical security jumpsuit was not going
to help her blend in.  On the floor at her feet was a
flannel shirt and jeans, possibly what the person who lived
here had worn the night before.  After taking a closer
examination of the clothing, she decided that this was
probably the best thing she was going to find in the
apartment.

She changed outfits, noticing that earth clothes were a
little more complicated than she thought. The combination of
zippers and buttons was making her have to think of the
order they should be done and that the flannel shirt was a
little big on her.  Rolling up the sleeves was her solution
as she walked over to the dresser and saw a watch and a
wallet.  Inside she saw the identity of the person they had
taken. Hannah pondered the reason they had decided he would
be good for them.  She didn't want to think about that
though. There was a reason she was here and time was against
her.

The shower was something she had never experienced.  There
was no time limit, so she let the water roll off of her and
take away any stress of the trip back to earth.  Sam had
advised her to get to the airline and with a card she had
been given - similar to the one Tyler had in his wallet -
she would by a ticket to Washington D.C. If that was where
Fox was, why didn't they drop her off there?  There was a
reason for everything Sam once told her, and she tried to
not go against the logic given to her.

She dressed in a clumsy fashion.  How did these buttons and
zippers work? She was having difficulty while tripping and
falling over her feet.  Her suit was so simple with one
zipper and snap.  This was ridiculous.

As she put on Tyler's flip-flops, she heard a noise at the
door.

"Tyler, honey!"

 It was a woman.  She tried to remember if there was any
information given about this.  Nothing registered.  There
was no back-up plan for her to use. Hannah slowly grabbed
her suit in a black backpack outside the bathroom door.  Her
hair was still soaking wet.  Her heart beat faster than she
ever imagined.  So this is what stress was, she thought.
Emotions she had never had the opportunity to experience she
got to now.

"Where are you, honey?"

High heels lurked throughout the apartment and made a noise
that caused Hannah to cringe.  It hurt her ears.  She had to
get out of here before she was discovered.  This was not
part of the plan, she reminded herself. It had been an hour
and a half since she arrived.  Thirty-four and a half left,
she thought while staring at the door from the bathroom.  I
could go . . . .NOW!!!

Hannah needed a lesson in walking in flip-flops.  There were
not the best choice for the quietest escape from any
situation, she learned very quickly.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Hannah briefly turned around and stared.  This woman was not
going to give her Fox.  Not even close.

"Ahhhhh . . . "

"Do you know where he is?"

Anger was gaining in her voice.  She looked in to the
bathroom.

"No."

"Liar! You slept with him!!!!"

As she charged at Hannah, she said something to her that
stopped her in her tracks.

"He was gone long before I ever got here."

She said it so calmly that for a moment the woman believed
her.  She stood there perplexed as Hannah left the
apartment.

Just like that.

*          *            *          *          *

Two hours later


For Mulder and Scully this was a normal case for them to
deal with.  Well at least for the X-Files to deal with.  A
typical kidnapping that didn't quite look like a kidnapping.
The details were to few from the fax they had received while
leaving to go back to Washington.  But something was
abnormal about this, as Mulder had said, abduction.

As the two arrived on the scene, Mulder was getting a
strange feeling about the case.  He was not sure what it was
but it had gotten into his gut, a twisted knot that had
grown out of experiences.  It was a reminder of Samantha,
every abduction, disappearance, and lost glimpse of a victim
brought him front and center.  Walking up the stairs to the
apartment this feeling got stronger, but there was another
feeling that was added to it all.  An instinct that he was
getting closer.

If he only knew how close he was.

"Refresh my memory, Scully."

Scully pulled the fax out of her coat pocket and read off
the information.  They walked down the dimly lit hallway,
two lurking figures moving among crime scene tape and
officers fixating themselves against the walls.

"Tyler Ruckins, age thirty two, was reported missing by his
girlfriend, Jill Morris, upon picking him up for lunch. She
believes he was kidnapped because she saw someone who might
be one of the kidnappers."

"So it there is more than one involved?"

"Believed so," she said, cramming the paper back into her
pocket and looking at him as if he had just stated the
obvious.

They turned to enter the apartment that looked as if it was
the hot spot for a scavenger hunt.  Police officers were
examining the lint and dust on the floor to how the window
may have been opened as a means of escape.  Sitting in the
middle of it all was Jill Morris.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost, her hands clasped
close together.  Everything was moving around her and it
appeared that it was an effort  Mulder looked at her and
reached for his badge on instinct.

His stomach was starting to twist the other way now.

"Jill Morris?"

She looked up at them with cold eyes.  Her motions took no
effort at all.

"Yes?"

"My name is Fox Mulder.  I'm with the FBI.  Can you tell me
what happened?"

She looked down below her as she were asking permission from
it to speak.

"He was gone."

Her eyes met his and stayed there.  "That was all. He was
supposed to be here and now he is gone."

"Was there anything strange about him being gone?"

Jill nodded.

"There was a woman . . . .she was wearing his clothes.  I
thought she was a lover on the side I never knew of . . . .
but her eyes told me that wasn't possible."

Mulder leaned in. "How?"

"I yelled at her and she froze as if the words shocked her.
She didn't respond . . . .she was so eerie but alert of what
was going on around her."

Scully was roaming the room hoping for an explanations to
how Tyler left. There were no open windows, no struggle in
the articles in the room.  This was simply a missing persons
case, she thought.  They were dragged out here to find what?
A missing person and a distraught girlfriend.

She wanted to leave . . . now.

"Mulder," she said to him as she left the apartment.

He was still comforting Jill Morris.  She could not say any
more.  Mulder got up and left the room to follow his
partner.

Scully stood outside waiting for Mulder.  She could imagine
it now.  This could be a theory behind it, she could hear
him say.  He seemed so concerned for Jill Morris.  What did
she know that might be behind it all.  Scully wanted to go
home.

Her feet began to hurt.

Mulder approached Scully as if he had done wrong, asked the
wrong question in class. He hung his head at her.

"So, what do you think?"

He looked up.  She was staring right at him with no hint
that anything said could be thrown back at him.  Just like
Skinner would do.  He hated it.

"Jill Morris says that when she returned home there was no
Tyler, but there was another woman."

"He was cheating on her? Mulder .  . ."

He pushed the button on the elevator and continued.

"She said that there was something about her that was weird.
I think this is the woman who knows where Tyler Ruckins is."

"Did you get a description of this mystery woman?"

They got on the elevator and Mulder pressed first floor.

"She is in too much shock and said that there was something
strange about her."

"Wait, Mulder. Are you about to link an alien thing in here
somewhere?"

"Not yet," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "But why else
would they have called us in?"

Scully could not answer.  A trap may have been set, she
thought.


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Hannah had to get on the plane.  It would get her to
Washington within three hours. She held her duffel bag close
to her as she roamed the corridors for anyone who would be
suspicious of her. There were many people around her wearing
different clothes.  This was unheard of, people doing what
they wanted to.  It gave her a sense of freedom. But the
walk to the gate was taking forever for one major reason.
Tyler Ruckin's shoes were two sizes bigger than hers.  It
was slowing her down.

She remembered what Samantha had told her.  Fox Mulder  was
an FBI agent, X-Files Division.  When she got to Washington
she had to be taken there by one of those yellow things she
saw on her way here.

The look on her face was near terror.  What if that woman
told on her and she was identified.  She would never get to
Fox, never get to go home.  She would be killed when the
killing season started.  Handing her ticket to the woman at
the desk, she made no eye contact.  Everything she did would
be followed if things went wrong.

A man sitting not far away from the ticket counter was
talking on a cellular phone.

"She is going to Washington to find Agent Mulder. I will
take care of her."

"But do not kill her unless I give the orders," the voice on
the other end told him.

"The information she could give him. . . . "

"Not until I say so.  Or you will be the one I take."

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The saga continues.  . . . . . .

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Embryonic (3/4)
By
Sharon Harkins-Murphy


Federal Bureau of Investigations
Washington D.C.
3:31pm


Mulder and Scully arrived back at the bureau on short
notice.  They were given no reason or explanation as to why
they were needed, but Mulder had his suspicions.  He had a
gut feeling that it was related to case that his skeptical
partner had passed off as a missing person case.  They had
been in Tampa the previous day and there would  have to have
been a good reason to make such a detour out to Minnesota to
investigate a case Skinner had given them and now it seemed
was about to pull them away from.

The only logic to the situation was in the woman who was
there when Jill Morris showed up.  She knew what was going
on, or who did know about Tyler Ruckins whereabouts.  It
wouldn't be until five o'clock that he might get a sketch of
her.  He was skeptical of that though.


There was something wrong with the case, he thought to
himself as he walked down the corridor with his partner to
Skinner's office.  They walked almost in sync, never looking
at each other.


"Hey Scully any bets on what Skinner wants us for?" It was
forced but it was beginning to scare him.


"I would place mine on Loss Of Case," she said, opening the
door to his office and letting him go first."


Mulder smiled, but it was quickly wiped off at the sight of
Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner.  He sat at his desk
with a cold stare at the two agents standing in front of
him.


"You wanted to see us as soon as we got in."


"Have a seat."


Mulder and Scully sat down in front of their superior
without leaving his gaze.


"The case I sent you on this morning requires no further
investigation."


Mulder's face turned sour.


"May I ask why?"


"Another organization is dealing with it."


"Excuse me sir, but you call us this morning tell us to
leave to Minneapolis, get there find nothing that would
warrant us to find it as an X-File. Now you call us back to
Washington to say that someone else is going to deal with a
simple missing persons case," Scully said, sitting upright
in her chair.


"It is a little more complicated than that and I don't have
the information."


"Well where do I get this information? Who told you to make
us do a large detour to the midwest?"


Mulder was getting edgy.  Someone Skinner did not know was
responsible for pulling them off the case.

And Mulder knew why.

"Someone higher up from me. And that is all I am saying.  Go
home, both of you."

Skinner looked down at the paperwork on his desk as Mulder
and Scully just sat there in shock.  That was it. End of
discussion.

The two agents slowly left the room, Mulder's eyes never
leaving Skinner. He was waiting for him to bluff, look up
and say that he would let them back on, or tell him who
removed them from the case.

 "I think I know why we lost the case," Mulder said, putting
his coat on the hook.

"Why?"

Scully rummaged through cases that made almost a mosaic
pattern on his desk.   She was busy figuring out which case
was going to be the next one.

"That woman Jill Morris saw in the apartment in Tyler
Ruckins clothes.  She is the clue."

"Mulder is was probably a woman he had on the side.  She
probably found out he was gone and then the girlfriend shows
up and everything becomes a mess."

"No," he said sitting at his desk. "There is something I
should have been looking for."

"What?"

"I don't know yet."


*************************************

Dulles International Airport
4:13pm


Hannah knew that air travel on earth was not for her.  It
was too crowded, noisy, and very unstable.  The people at
this airport was no different than the one in Minnesota, but
it felt weird.  She looked into her pocket for the money
that Samantha had given for her to use.  Now she just had to
find the FBI building.

"Can I help you?"

It was an information person making sure that tourists did
not get lost.

"I am going to the FBI."

"The FBI?! Why that is a popular place to visit. Have you
ever been there before?"

"No. How do I get there?"

"Well I will get you a cab," the lady said to her, walking
her toward the exit door. "and the driver will take you
there."

"Wow."

"You have never been in a cab before?"

"No."

"Honey you must come from another planet!!!"

Hannah stared at the woman strangely as she got her a cab
and told the man where to take her.  Was it that obvious
that she had not been here in years? The woman helped her
into the cab and waved as she drove away.

"You are going to the FBI?"

"Yes," Hannah replied, clutching the bag close to her.

"It is a big building.  You can get lost in there on those
tours they give of it."

"I am going there to look for someone."

"Ahhh, you want to have them look for a missing person for
you?"

"No, someone who works there."

They reached a traffic light and the driver turned around to
face her.

"You know someone in the FBI?"

"Yes. His name is Fox Mulder.  Do you know him?"

"Nah!"

Hannah sat there and sighed.  She wondered what type of task
she had agreed upon.  Finding Samantha's brother was going
to be almost impossible.  Clutching her bag to her chest she
watched the traffic pass by her.  The shock of returning to
earth twenty-three years later to find a family member that
was not her own made her feel detached from everything, but
at the same time, looked at finding Fox Mulder as a way to
give her a family that she had lost.   Hannah never had one
desire to find her own family.

"This is going to be a long while," the driver said to her.

"I don't mind," she replied. "It has been to long since I
have seen anything like this."

"Okay."

Hannah drifted off to sleep, something she had never learned
the appreciation for.

*      *       *       *        *       *

The size of the building left her in shock, literally.
Hannah stood on the curb and looked up.  Somewhere in the
building was Fox Mulder.  The problem was, which floor?

She paid the driver and walked toward the entrance and got
caught up in the group of people going through the door.
Pushing her way through, she made it to the metal detector
and passed with no problem.  Ahead were groups sorted into
areas.  Others were calling them off for tours.  Hannah
approached one of the security guards.

"Excuse me."

"Yes," the man said, looking down at her.

"I am looking for someone.  He works here."

"What is the name?"

"Special Agent Fox Mulder."

The man studied her for a second and then walked to a
receptionist desk.  She had a feeling she said something
wrong.

"Come here."

Hannah walked over to the desk and the security guard and
receptionist looked at her.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"I am Fox Mulder's cousin, Hannah Parker.  He said that he
would be in his office."

"Agent Mulder left ten minutes ago."

"For where?"

"Home."

"Geez," she said shaking her head. "He did not even give me
his address.  You would not be able to give help me out
would you?"

The two looked at each other. The woman smiled.

"I am sure we can help you.  Where did you come from?"

"Massachusetts.  I have not seen him in a long time."

"Poor thing."

The woman wrote something down on a piece of paper and
handed it to her.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

*         *        *        *         *

Jefferson Memorial
8:10pm

Mulder had gotten a call to meet his informant, X.
Something urgent. Something that would make him stay in
Washington and not go back out to Minneapolis.  He sat on
the park bench and waited.  There was something about this
case that led him to believe that there was more going on
than a simple kidnapping, even if this mystery woman was a
part of it.  Scully had been trying to convince him that she
was an accessory to the crime. That could not be. How could
someone kidnap someone and decided to wear that person's
clothes?  Mulder shook his head and rummaged his pockets for
seeds.

"Agent Mulder," a low voice said behind him.

"How nice of you to show up on time.  You wouldn't make a
bad date."

"Thanks for the small talk."

X sat next to Mulder and looked straight ahead.

"Her name is Hannah Parker.  The girl you are inquiring
about."

"You know who she is?"

"Somewhat.  I only have pieces you will have to glue
together on your own."

"Let me hear it."

"Hannah Parker was abducted twenty-three years ago in
Ringwood, New Jersey. The same night your sister was taken.
She is here on a mission of some sort.  I do not have that
information. Youngest of three, she was considered an
accident.  Let us say she was not sadly missed when they
took her."

"Where is she?"

"That we have no information either," he said, turning to
Mulder for the first time. "But there are a lot of people
who would like to see her killed so she does not complete the
mission."

"Why was she at Tyler Ruckins apartment?"

"I do not know that either.  Agent Mulder, I would advise
you not to get involved with this case.  It is being taken
care of."

"So she will be killed and there is no reason or way to stop
it?"

"None at all.  That is all I can tell you and all you need
to know about this. Good evening."

X walked away in the same manner he arrived.  Mulder sat
there, picturing her name.

Hannah Parker.
Thanks again to Chris Carter, David Duchovny, and Gillian
Anderson.

Special thanks to Steph, all The Drewlers, and Sunny.

All comments to SMurphy487@aol.com

All legal mumbo jumbo in part one.
*****************************************

Embryonic (4/4)
By
Sharon Harkins-Murphy


Alexandria, Virginia
8:23pm


Hannah stood in front of Fox Mulder's apartment building
overwhelmed at the size of it.  Not that it was as large as
the FBI building, but it was just that where she was from
they just did not have buildings.  The piece of paper has
#42 scratched on it.  She proceeded to the door.

Not far behind her was the man who had followed her closely
from Minnesota.  He was across the street watching her enter
the building.  Pulling out his cellular phone, he began to
dial.

"Yes?"

"She is at Fox Mulder's apartment. What should I do?"

"He might be there.  It would be too obvious and Mulder
might fire back," the voice on the other end said, which
revealed itself to be that of Cigarette Smoking Man. "Then
we all might fail."

"So do I wait here . . ."

"Follow her in. See if he answers the door. If not, take
care of her and dispose of her.  I know the others would not
think it wise of me, but then again, they are not able to
make this decision now are they?"

"No."

"You have your orders.  Proceed."

The man hung up the phone and crossed the street.


******************************

All she could think to do was knock.  What was she going to
say? What if he did not believe her? What if they gave her
the wrong directions?  She stood there resilient not to walk
away from it.  If she succeeded in finding him, then she
would learn where she would be able to return.

There was  no answer.

Hannah turned the knob.  It was locked.

What if he was on assignment and there was no way to get to
him.  What if something has happened to him? She panicked,
with what if scenarios coming to her mind.  There was one
other option.

Break the door down.

She headed at the door full force, repeatedly until it flew
open.  She stood there in the doorway, afraid to enter.  He
was not home and the place seemed darker than she had
thought it was going to be.

"Hello?"

She leaned her head in the door.  No answer.

Hannah decided to make things less obvious, she would make
herself at home until Fox Mulder came back.  She close the
door behind her and put on the nearest light.

It was a dark apartment, cluttered in a half-studious
manner. The appearance of most of the books he owned he read
and the others were there to look good.  the floor was
cleaned and organized.  She thought that he must be really
neat or not around often.

She was opting for the latter of the two.

Everything in the room was a mystery to her.  There were no
photos on the tables, no bright colors on the walls like
Tyler Ruckins apartment had.  His had light.  This  place
lived in its shadows and it gave Hannah the impression
Mulder liked it this way.

For a moment she wondered what she would do.  How would she
wait for him? What would she say?

Hannah decide that sitting on the couch would be a good
place to be when he entered.  Then there would be no sign of
any threat.


**************************

The man decided to wait to see if  Hannah came back down the
stairs if Mulder was not there.  Within five minutes there
was no return.

He dialed his phone.

"Yes?"

"She is up there."

"She got to Agent Mulder?"

He checked the stairwell.

"She has not come back down the stairs yet."

"So you are assuming?"

"Agent Mulder left the bureau around 4:30.  He is on no
assignment from what you have told me.  SO he must be home.
Unless he has a life."

A laugh came over the phone.

"You are assuming."

There was silence on the phone.  He was impatient.  Should
he force the possibility of a confrontation with Mulder and
go up there.  It was not his call.

"So what should I do?"

"Assume he is not there and kill her.  That is your order.
She is as close as she should be to Mulder."

He paced the lobby and turned to see a cab pull up in front
of the building.  Out of it came Mulder.

"Agent Mulder is arriving now.  Should I go?"

"Take the backway and hurry."

The man hung up the phone and walked to the stairs.

**********************


Angel in waiting.  What was he talking about?  The pieces he
was given once again were simply fragments. Nothing made
sense.  So this girl Hannah was abducted the same night as
his sister, what does that make her to him?  She might not
even know who she is let alone what happened to her in the
abduction.. But if she dies have information, there must me
someone out there after her.

Mulder got on the elevator slowly.  It was almost nine and
he might watch something in his "collection" before calling
it a night.

He just had to make it through three floors.

********************************

Hannah missed her cabin.

She missed the quiet she had become fond of.  The leather
couch was not doing well for her. As she tried to get some
sleep, she rolled over from one side to another.  This was
not comfortable, she thought.  The sleep was needed once she
found Mulder, Samantha would give her further instructions
though the implant in her neck.

Pulling up a blanket from one side of the couch, she curled
herself into a fetal position and fell asleep.


***********************

The man was not going to be able to get up the stairs
easily.  A family was moving their son into his first
apartment and the entertainment center was not going to fit.
Instead of helping them he jumped over and headed for the
last flight of stairs.


************************

It was a noise that startled her.

Someone was at the door.  She sat up to see the shadows of
feet at the door and someone trying to turn the knob.  It
was loose and the evidence that the door was damaged caused
there to be a moment of silence.

She swallowed hard.  She had no weapon, no defense.

There was the sound of a gun cocked, ready to fire.

Something told her this was not Fox Mulder.

*****************************************
To be continued. . . . .