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Title: Every Beginning Has Its End Summary:A look at the events from "The End" to "The Beginning" from Gibson Praise's point of view. Dedication: This was Nicole's idea. thanx =) Notes:This is my second fan fic ever written, so take it easy on me. =) Also, I wrote this story on my birthday. Plus, when I wrote this, I tried to make it sound like stuff that Gibson would say.
Imagine, for a moment, that you could see into peoples minds. Know what their thinking by just looking at them. Sometimes good thoughts, sometimes bad. Some might say this could never be, scientifically implausable. I can't and frankly don't want to discuss just how this might happen. Besides, no one would ever believe me. But facts aside it has happened, I'm living proof of that. You might say I talk quite mature for my age. Well if you have ever seen, done or thought what I have, you wouldn't sound so surprised. I think back for a moment. Back to the chess match, and the shooting there. I was put in protective custody. The Canadian authorities didn't know that I was practically a sitting duck, and that if these men really wanted me, they'd get me. I just wanted it all to stop, to go back to the Phillipines. I knew of course who "they" were and why they wanted me. The Canadian officials brought in FBI agents to solve this case. There were three of them. Agents Diana Fowly, Agent Fox Mulder, and Agent Dana Scully. They honestly did try their best efforts to help me. I first met them when they came in to question me. I breifly looked them over, taking in there apperences. I didn't read there thoughts though at that moment. I didn't want to much. I tried concentrating on what I was thinking. The guy introduced himself, as well as the girls he brought. He questioned me then, and tried to be friendly. I wasn't going to read his thoughts untill he started asking me serious questions. The accusation that I couldn't really be a chess master scared me. He knew. I could never really have told him the truth though. I would have been lucky if I was living the next day. I had so many terrible secrets. They weren't even mine. I could never be a normal kid. I told him I knew what he was thinking. He seemed cautious, after I mentioned that he was thinking about one of the girls he brought. That one of them was thinking about him to. He looked mortified. I didn't see the problem. I guess he was thinking about the brunnette. How come she came back and stuff. She was thinking about him to. About how to get the red haired women out of the picture. What picture, I had no idea? I didn't like the brunnette much. After all, I didn't know these grown ups. Meanwhile, the red head seemed startled. She had thought it might have been her he was thinking of. Not in a sick way though. It seemed they respected eachother a lot. The guy stared at me. I relized why he had been upset. He didn't want the red head to find out about him and the brunnettes past. I was sorry I did that to him. He obviously cared a great deal about the red head girl. If that was all he should have told her. But I still can't understand adults. Our next few encounters were seperatly. I spent time with the red head girl, Dana. I had to have tests run on me. I sometimes read her mind, when I was curious. Boy, she spent a lot of time worrying about that other girl, Diana. I felt sorry for Dana. She thought and worried a lot about him, Mulder too. She seemed curious about Diana. Dana also felt a little jelous and upset. As I said, grown ups are funny. I don't understand their problems. I also spent a short time with Diana, the brunette. All I know is she's not as nice or as funny as the other two are. There was something strange about her. I didn't really want to know much else. I think she's in with "them." The next weeks seem like months. Or was it really months? I don't know. The tests that were conducted left me with a swelled brain and a lot of pain. I did escape, and found refuge in there car. The two FBI agents, Mulder and Scully. I then remember waking up in a room with the red head fixing my bandages. She is really worried about me and thinks this looks bad, but she wouldn't admit it. I really like this red head girl. She is very nice and is helping to protect me. I think she is swell. Her partner comes in the room. You know, the sarcastic guy that made me smile. He is silently angry at the men who did this to me. The girl and the guy both want to help me. I can tell the red head, Dana, thinks I look like frankenstein. I feel like him too. As Mulder tells Dana to join him over in the far corner of the room, I can tell there talking about me. I try to hear what their saying, but I only hear thoughts. Something is different between them since the last time I saw them a couple of months ago. Their gazing at eachother and standing very close. I've seen my mom and dad do that before, but I know these two are not married. I hear the guys thoughts. He is thinking about how much he cares about Dana. He's watching her mouth know. He loves her. Like my mom and dad do. They love eachother. I can assume this because she is mumbling out all this scientific jargon, while thinking how much she cares for him to. She is watching and staring into his eyes as he talks. I don't think they would admit that they were in love. I guess I'm the only one who sees there love, partly because I know that thats what they were thinking. Adults are funny that way. They never admit what there feeling. Boy,if I liked a girl as much as Mulder likes Dana, I'd tell her. But somehow, I sense its more complicated then that between them. Anyways, after the brunnette, Diana came, Dana took me to the hospital. I never saw her after that. I then ended up here at this plant. Mulder, the guy, was shouting to me. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. Thats all I can say . I can't talk about how the alien read my mind, and how for that brief moment we made contact. I found out exactly what it was thinking. I can say nothing more. I am very scared sitting here alone in this corner. After all I saw and found out, nothing has been more frightning then the truth to me. *a tear runs down from my eye*. The truth is, my time is up, that no one will find me here, and that every beginning has its end..... The End
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