Title: The Wrong Existence
Author: Angel-Wings Gaskins
Rating: PG-13
Class.: S
Keywords: 3rd POV
Archive: Please!! Email me, though.
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Disclaimer: Samantha Fox Scully is mine, so don't bother and ask
to use her. Prosthesis man is CC's, Fox's, and 1013's.
Don't sue, I have no money. Don't copy, I'm mean.
Spoilers: Um... none, I think, but you need to read "Broken Free"
or you won't get jack squat of what this story is. 
That's a Requiem spoiler.

Summary: Her father and mother's daughter.

Notes: I love you feedback people!!! I was thinking about a 
series, and you guys are just urging me on!! Yay for you! So,
um, this is the first. You gotta read "Broken Free" of course,
and then this. There will be following stories to follow on with
Foxy, but I'm not sure yet. Should I continue or no??


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Today was different. Last week she had felt a presence watching
her, boring tiny holes on her shapely back. Whereever she stood,
she felt it, but could never seem to find the elusive spy. She
hoped that tonight whoever was fallowing her would be gone.

She was wrong.

Anita had left early with some goth biker type she knew as a geek
from school. She didn't mention that fact to her friend. She
just let her leave, knowing she could find a ride on her own. It
was nearly midnight, but there were still enough guys present to
offer her a drive home.

The bar was quiet as she ordered an icy sorbet. The man beside
her ordered the same and reached for it with a prosthetic hand.
Her eyes widened only for a moment, not long enough for the man
to even notice. He was dressed in tight black jeans and a 
leather jacket. He had the looks to kill, even at his old gray
age, but somehow he didn't fit at this club. Something wasn't
right.

"He's not dead, you know." His voice caused her to raise her
brow questioningly, an inherited trait of her mother's. The man
laughed to himself, licking juice from his lips. "He's gone, 
Miss Scully, but he's not dead."

"Who are you talking about?" Her voice was threatening, yet
quiet. She had the voice of a leader. She never quivered or
broke in speech. It was the perfect mix of persuasiveness and 
honesty, something he knew she had inherited from her parents.
He didn't answer, just shook his head and payed the bartender as
he stood to leave. She stopped him.

"Did you know him?" she questioned quietly. "Did you know my
father?" His face twisted in a grin and he winked.

She knew what he was there for.

He swallowed roughly, his adam's apple bobbing profusely in his
perfect throat. He wanted her to follow him, his eyes spoke.
They screamed at her that he knew what she didn't. Trust was
nowhere to be found, but desperation fueled her passion to 
believe this complete stranger.

She followed him.

The car ride was quiet, calm. She didn't ask his name, and he
didn't offer an answer. He made a comment about her black 
fingernails and her backless red leather top. Last week she had
been at a regular sports bar, but this week at a goth night club
deep downtown. He didn't ask why--he didn't even really care--
and she didn't ask how he found her. It was all so unimportant
and pointless.

The ally they pulled into was damp and deserted, full of rats and
garbage. She enjoyed the silence it brought. He broke it. "He
isn't dead," he said. "He's been gone for years, but now that 
the experiments are done, he's been returned."

She stared at him incredulously. "Returned?! Returned to where?
How am I supposed to find him? I don't even know his God-damned
name!" The man's face didn't change, but instead looked blankly
ahead, unmoving by her outburst.

He finally turned to watch her in her red-faced rage produced by
a lifetime of suffering and absence. "I think you know, Fox."

He left.

It was the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning.
This was her only part of her life. The search for the rest was
ready to roll.

No longer broken free of a painful existence, but breaking in to
a greater one.

And an endless passion for truth was reborn.

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Phew! I'm starting to like this chick, lol. Thanx for all the
feedback from those who enjoyed my look on Requiem. It helped to
inspire this :O) Feedback is needed, loved, smiled, and giggled
at!!!

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