Title: Found and Lost
Author: Christine F.
Written: April 1995

Warning: No sex, a little violence, and one very foul-mouthed character. Setting and incidental charecters based on previous stories.

Summary: A man claims he was abducted by aliens and returned 30 years later. M&S investigate and hold out hope for the return of a certain other abductee; but she may already be back.

Agent Dana Scully paused for a moment, then pushed open the door leading to her office. Sometimes her partners dry and often morbid wit was a little hard to take on a Monday morning, especially after a weekend with the relatives. The Scully clan was a boisterous, vigorous bunch, and prolonged exposure to them often left her exhausted.

Agent Mulder, her partner, had his eyes glued to his computer screen. "Fun weekend?" he asked, not looking up.

"Don't ask." She sat in a chair nearby, looking over his shoulder. "What have you got?"

"How would you feel about visiting Long Island again?"

"That would depend on who drives."

Mulder glanced over at her. "Are you casting aspersions on my driving abilities?" he grinned.

Too tired to play, she sighed. "Just tell me why were going up there."

He tapped the monitor. "Newsday had an interesting story this morning. A UFO abductee has been returned to the bosom of his family."

'Yeah, right. Pull the other one."

"He was abducted, or at least went missing, thirty-two years ago."

"And?"

"Hold on..." he clicked on the option to display graphics. "The before and after pictures."

Scully watched as the photos were downloaded. "Before and after what?"

"Before he disappeared, and after he returned."

"Mulder, I thought you said he disappeared thirty-two years ago."

"I did."

"But these pictures had to be taken a year, maybe two years apart, tops."

Mulder grinned again. "Fascinatin, ain't it?"

Scully stared at the photos a moment longer. "Well," she concluded wearily. "I guess were going to Long Island."

The routine was familiar to them, from the time they spent on Long Island tracking a serial killer not too long ago. The flight schedules were the same, and Scully was convinced some of the same in flight peanuts were served. Mulder took the flight time to bring Scully up to speed.

"Mount Misery Road," he declared, heaping stacks of photocopy on her lap from his brief case. "Every town has one, or, at least, they should. It's the place with all the legends and creepy stories. It's where prepubescent teens dare each other to walk at night. It's where-"

"Mulder, stop waxing melodramatic and get to the point."

"I'm on a roll, don't bust my chops. Where was I? Ah, Mount Misery Road. More than grist for the local legend mill, this place has actually been mentioned in books about UFOs and the paranormal."

"I'm impressed," Scully lied.

"Thirty-two years ago, a young farmer annoyed his neighbors with an incredible story. He'd seen strange lights in the sky. One even landed in his cornfield, disgorging spacemen who spoke to him and promised to return the next night. The farmer, Ted Jarvis, tried to convince others to stay up and share his experience. No takers."

"Big surprise."

"They thought it was a practical joke. Even his wife didn't take him seriously. At least she didn't, until he came up missing the next day."

There was no trace of him, except a set of scorch marks in the cornfield."

"Lots of people find reasons to run away from home."

Mulder placed the most recent photo on the top of the pile. "His wife never lost faith he would return one day. Guess she was right.

Or a victim of an elaborate hoax."

"We'll see. he sat back. Mind if we get a locals opinion before we go out to the farm?"

"Which local?" Scully asked, suspicious.

"Elise McKenna."

"Mulder, do you really think it's appropriate to use bureau time to stop and check in on your drinking buddy?"

"I have legitimate reasons."

"Such as?"

"I think she would be a good background source."

Scully stared at him incredulously. "You know what worries me? I think you actually believe what you're saying." She sighed and shook her head. "I suppose there's a chance shes heard something."

Mulder sat back with a barely concealed smile.

Elise McKenna answered the door wearing flip flops, Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and smoking a cheroot.

"The Bobsey Twins, as I live in breath!" she exclaimed, grinning. "Nan, Bert, what can I do for you?"

"Invite us in," Mulder said, as he elbowed in past her.

"Looks like you invited yourself." She stood aside so Scully could enter. "Is he that rude to everyone?"

Scully seemed to think it over. "Yes."

"Mount Misery Road," Mulder pronounced, flopping down on a sofa and putting his feet up.

The tall woman chewed thoughtfully on her cigar. "Man, I haven't thought about that place in years."

"So you know the stories?"

"Know 'em?" Elise grinned mischievously. "I added to 'em. Had the pants scared right back on me, on Mount Misery Road."

"Read the papers this morning?"

"No, got in on the red eye here from Sedona. Why, what weirdness is afoot up there?"

Scully found a seat. "Suppose you tell us a few of the stories, first."

"Well..." Elise sat down. "There was that guy attacking baby-sitters a few decades back, a few disappearances, strange sightings. The usual campfire material."

"About the disappearances..." Mulder prompted.

"Most probably runaways. There was old Jarvis, of course."

"Yes?"

Elise plucked the cheroot out of her mouth and mashed is in an ashtray. "Farmer Jarvis. Yeah, it figures you'd be interested in him. Legend has it he was abducted by aliens, never to be seen again."

"Never say never."

A slow smile dawned on Elise's face. "Do tell."

"He's back," Mulder said. "And so are the hands of time. In thirty-two years, Jarvis has barely aged."

"Ah. The benefits of FTL."

"FTL?" Scully asked.

"Faster than Light Travel," Mulder explained. "I'm impressed, McKenna, you're pretty well informed, for an old reprobate."

"Yeah? And you're pretty funny, for a space cadet."

"Children," Scully intervened. "So you think this man could be Jarvis?"

Elise glanced from one to the other. "Why do I get the feeling that if I get into this with you two, I'm gonna be elbow deep in cauterized cow guts?"

"What else would you be doing with your evenings?" Mulder teased.

"Hey, I got a life. I quit the producing line, but I write and direct now."

"Porno?"

"That, and I got a juicy contract to do training films for the Army."

"That fits," Scully muttered."

"Come on, McKenna," Mulder goaded. S"how us around up there, hang out for the afternoon, give us input over dinner."

"You buyin?"

"I guess I can spring for a Happy Meal."

Elise laughed. "OK, since you put it that way." She shook her head. "But I'll drive, right?"

"NO!" both agents shouted.

Elise jerked the wheel with glee, as they made their way up the winding road. "Notice," she grunted. "No streetlights."

"Why not?" Scully said, trying not to bounce around the back seat.

"Dunno. No sidewalks, either. I think the older, wealthier residents like it that way. Ah. that's the spot where I kept my virginity."

"There should be a monument," Mulder cracked, one hand braced against the dashboard, the other clutching the arm rest.

"And there's the infamous farm."

The agents looked down through the trees at fields carved out of the hillside.

"Is that a-" Scully stared at the other side of the car.

"Cemetery," Elise answered. "A real hum dinger, eh?"

"That's one way to put it." Scully watched the iron gates roll by, affording a glimpse of stone angels and ivy covered crypts. "You went parking up" here?

"Only once. Here we are." Elise slowed to enter a dirt driveway with a no trespassing sign prominently displayed. They wound down hill for awhile, then came upon a large white farm house, complete with sagging porch. As they slowed to a stop, a few chickens scattered across the yard.

"Is Jeb coming out to scare us off with a shotgun?" Mulder muttered.

"Down, boy," Elise answered. "If what you say is true, these folks arent in a very chucklishess mood."

Scully smiled to herself.

As they got out of the car, they were met by a tall, muscular, thirty-something man with sun bleached hair and leathery skin.

"Can I help you?" he asked, not sounding helpful at all.

"FBI." Mulder flashed his badge. "We'd like to question the man claiming to be Ted Jarvis."

The man looked as if he had digestive problems. :Claiming," he muttered, with a short nod. "You're all FBI?"

"I'm agent Mulder, and this is my partner agent Scully."

"Who's she?" he pointed at Elise.

"The driver," Elise answered without a hint of mirth.

The man looked at them a moment more, then nodded again. "Come in, then," he said, and turned back toward the house.

Scully and Mulder exchanged glances, then followed him. As an afterthought, Mulder looked over his shoulder to see Elise still leaning against her car.

"Go ahead," she said. "I'd better wait out here."

He took her at her word, but he couldn't understand her lack of curiosity. For himself, he could hardly keep from running up the steps.

Once inside the house, the man led them to the kitchen. There, they saw a woman in her late sixties drinking tea, beside a man who looked like the first man's younger brother.

"That's him," the first man said. "Ma? These people are FBI. they want to talk to...him."

The woman nodded, put down her tea, and left the room with her son. They shut the door on their way out.

"He can't accept that I'm back," the sitting man said.

"It is a pretty far-fetched story," Scully said. "Is he a relative of yours?"

"My son," he answered. Please, sit down.

The two agents sat and produced note pads and mini-tape recorders.

"Mr....Jarvis?" Mulder began. "Could we ask you a few questions?"

"It's what you're here for, right?"

"Yes." Mulder cleared his throat. "First, where have you been for the last thirty-two years?"

The man shifted in his seat. "I really couldn't tell you. I mean I know I... he glanced from one agent to the other. I know it sounds crazy, but I boarded a..."

"Spaceship?" Mulder finished for him.

Jarvis studied their faces, searching for any hint of mockery. Finding none, he went on. "Yes," he admitted. "That's the last thing I remember, before finding myself in that field the other day. I have the feeling that it had to be that way, that it was a condition."

"Condition?" Scully echoed.

"Of my return. That I couldn't be returned with my memories intact. It makes sense, I suppose."

"You were told you couldn't return unless your memory was erased?" Mulder read back.

"I don't know if I was told, I just have the feeling that's what happened." He sighed. "I'm sure that if I'd known how much time had gone by, I would have stayed away. All I've done now is reopen old wounds."

"Your wife and son are not happy to see you?" Scully asked.

"Sara's glad. She never remarried, never gave up hope. But...well...our age difference is a bit of a pill to swallow. Sammy, my boy, hates me. He thinks I'm a scam artist after the farm or the money."

Scully declined comment, but her face betrayed her opinion.

"You can't blame him for being cautious," Mulder said.

"Oh, I don't." Jarvis smiled a little. "In fact, I'm pretty proud of the way he's been taking care of things. This farm is twice what it was when I started. Takes good care of his mother, too. he's a good boy. Well, man, now. I have to keep reminding myself. When I left, he was-"

Jarvis nose got red, and he turned his face away for a few moments. "He was my little partner. he choked. All arms and legs and energy. I used to daydream about watching him grow up."

Scully glanced at Mulder, who was scrupulously pretending to study his sparse notes. She tapped his foot with hers, then shot him a smile when he looked up. She knew it must be hard for him, that he couldn't help but think about Samantha.

"Would you be willing to submit to genetic testing?" Mulder asked, his voice only a little rusty.

Jarvis thought it over. "There doesn't seem to be much point," he said slowly, "but I suppose for Sara's sake, she ought to know she was right. I want her to know I'm not some creep, here to break her heart a second time. Yes, I'll do your tests."

"I'll set up an appointment with a local doctor," Scully said. "We should be able to settle this in a few days."

Jarvis didn't seem to be paying much attention. He was rubbing a crescent shaped brown spot on the green Formica tabletop. "Sara did this, not long after we moved here," he explained. Set a hot pot right on the table. "She wasn't much of a cook, when we first got married." He smile absently. "Set up your appointment. I'll be there."

"Fine." Scully stood, gathering her things. We'll show ourselves out.

He just kept rubbing the spot.

"Well?" Sam Jarvis met them on the porch.

Were going to run some medical tests. Scully explained.

Why?

I'll meet you at the car. Mulder excused himself.

Scully nodded and turned back to Sam. We can run a DNA test, to see if he's really your father.

But that's not a hundred percent. Thatll only determine if he could be my father.

True, Scully was impressed. but there are other test we can use to back it up.

Or shoot it down.

She scanned his face. You really don't believe it's him.

Do you? He leaned against a support post.

I'll withhold my opinion until I have more evidence.

I can't afford that luxury. Sam looked out over the farm. I've worked too hard to risk all this on sentiment. I'm glad you're running these tests. I hope they prove what a fraud this guy is, so I can chase him off my land.

It...might be wise to keep an open mind. Scully suggested. Just to be prepared.

Sam turned his brown-black eyes back to her. Oh, I'm prepared. I've spent the last thirty years learning how to be prepared for just about anything. The one thing I'm not prepared to do, though, is turn over all this to some schmuck with a Jarvis face and empty pockets. He turned back away. I don't care who he is.

Scully glanced around, uncomfortable with what she wanted to ask. While were waiting for those tests, would it be possible for my partner and myself to question you and your mother?

He looked at her sharply. I have alot of chores I've put off. It's pretty late in the day, toNot today. Tomorrow would be fine. That is, if you think it wouldn't be too upsetting for your mother.

He laughed. Just because she has gray hair, doesn't mean shes feeble.

I didn't mean-

She raised me alone, from the time I was four. She ran this farm single-handed till I knew enough to take over. If she was going to fall apart, she would have done it a long time ago.

Scully nodded. She must be a very strong-

I just don't want to see her hurt.

The last thing we want to-

Shes strong, but she still has feelings.

I understand what you're saying," Scully said, with a bit of emphasis born of exasperation. If you would let me talk, I could explain that were on the same side here. If fraud is being attempted, we want to expose it and bring charges. We just-...what?

He was staring at her, wearing a lopsided grin. Did you know your nose wiggles when you talk?

Scully stared open mouthed, then quickly looked away.

I'm sorry, he said, still smiling. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Sure, come by tomorrow. Around lunch time?

That would be fine. she answered, glancing up at him with her eyes only. Thank you for your time.

Sure. Sam Jarvis leaned back against the support post. See you then.

Good-bye.

Back at the car, Mulder was complaining at length about the woeful inadequacy of a little battery operated fan Elise had velcroed to the dashboard. True to form, Elise was ignoring him.

"Well?" Mulder asked, as Scully climbed into the back seat.

We can interview the wife and son tomorrow, around noon.

That should be interesting. Any preliminary conclusions?

Too soon. Scully braced an arm against the back of the front seat, as Elise turned the car around and headed out. Mulder?

Yes? he broke off from a colorful string of expletives.

Does my nose wiggle when I talk?

Just like a bunny rabbit.

I've never noticed.

How often do you watch yourself talk?

Good point. She watched summer greenery whip by as they hurdled back down Mount Misery Road. So I guess We'll be staying tonight.

You guys want to go to a hotel, right? Elise asked.

you're a genius, McKenna. Mulder quipped.

Shut up," Elise answered. I wouldn't suggest anything along Jericho Turnpike. Not locally, anyway. I know a place in Cold Spring Harbor you might like.

How far is that? Scully asked.

Not too.

We don't need anything fancy.

Who said fancy? I'm just tryin to find you a place where the sheets won't give you a disease.

You do know how to turn a phrase," Mulder said.

You think I'm kidding. Elise shook her head. Look: We'll go by my place, and you can follow me to Cold Spring in the rental. If you don't like the place, we got time to come back and find one of the local screw-a-terias that charge by the hour.

Scully stifled a laugh. Fine. she managed to say.

Fifteen minutes later, Scully watched Mulder struggle to follow Elise through unfamiliar suburbia.

I hate to sound cliched, he grumbled, slowing for a traffic light.

but the woman drives like a maniac.

Assertively. Scully suggested. She drives assertively. Sometimes I envy her confidence.

I think you're carrying this P.C. stuff a little too far. Shes certifiable, and it shows.

I thought you liked her.

I do. Most of the people I like are certifiable.

Ah. she smiled mischievously. Sort of like the heavy kids who hung out with the really fat kids, so they could feel thin.

It's a theory. I hang out with you, don't I?

Yes, and I've noticed improvement because of it. I must be a good influence. Left.

Huh? Geez! Why would she put her right blinker on to turn left?!

Probably to see if you're paying attention. So why do you like her?

Mulder followed Elise's car down a narrow, shaded road. I don't know. I mean, we fight all the time, like cats and dogs.

More like siblings. You guys sound like me and my brothers, sometimes.

Oh? he glanced at her. They permit that kind of language in the Scully household? I know were lost.

I'm sure she knows where shes going.

there's nothing out here.

what's she doing?

Elise's car slowed, and she poked her left arm out the window.

Shes pointing at something. Mulder spared a glance to the left, but saw nothing but trees.

I don't see anything.

Why am I not surprised?

Why would she-oh! As she peered through the trees, suddenly there was a clearing affording a brief view. It was like a glimpse of a myth.

Across a pond sat a white steepled church, perfectly framed by trees and clearly reflected in the water. She only saw it for a moment, but the vision was so utterly perfect it seemed to stay behind her eyes. In a word, Scully was charmed.

What? What? Mulder glanced repeatedly to his left.

It's gone now.

What was it?

A church.

A- Mulder laughed. I can't wait to hear what McKenna has to do with a little out of the way church.

I think she just wanted us to see it.

Why?

...It was pretty.

Right. He shook his head. Shes pulling into that driveway. what's going on? This looks more like somebodys house.

No, there's a sign. The Blue Heron Inn. Scully watched eagerly as they wound up a steep driveway. She couldn't explain it, but she had a wonderful feeling of anticipation.

Where the hell is she-

Oh, wow. Scully breathed. They emerged from the trees to see a stately white house, complete with an encircling porch and topped by a widows watch. Azaleas and Rhododendron nestled against the porch, above a lush and sloping lawn. As she got out of the car and looked back down the hill, she saw the trees framed a perfect view of the harbor. She could just smell the salt breeze, and she could hear a faraway boat motor just below the sounds of the birds.

I know," Mulder said, disgusted. don't even bother to get out of the car. I'll go tell McKenna that-...Scully?

Scully started toward the porch. She paused and turned around. Were already here, she shrugged. it can't hurt to look.

He paused, waiting for the other shoe to fall. When it didn't, he got out and shut the door. Whatever.

Inside, they caught up with Elise, who was talking to a bald woman with blue eyes and a matching dress.

Hey. Elise nodded to them. Meet Peri Robinson. Shes co-owner here. So what do you think?

Mulder nodded non-committedly, but Scully was busy letting her eyes rest on each detail of the lobby/sitting room. Rather than go with the trend and fill every corner with New England gitch, the room was given over to hues and textures. Broad, dark, polished beams crossed the ceiling, Dark maroon leather wingback chairs flanked a big black Franklin stove. There was a pale pink couch draped with quilts and crocheted afghans. Faded old books sat on a high shelf that ran almost all the way around the room. Colored glass bottles sat on the window sills, sending colored blotched of light to the hardwood floor. There were no pictures, no paintings, nothing to suggest another persons ideas. You were free to be alone with your own thoughts.

I love it," Scully said.

Mulder pursed his lips and scowled at Elise.

It just got better and better. The room could almost be something from a convent, if not for the fresh flowers and the basket of bath oils and powders. The decor was every bit as simple as the lobbys, and scrupulously clean. Scully sat on the bed and took a deep breath. It was so quiet! Through the open bathroom door, she saw the claw-footed tub invite her. She promised to get aquatinted later, but she felt perhaps a nap would be in order. When her cheek hit the pillow, she sighed with satisfaction. The sheets smelled like they'd been dried outside! She was in heaven.

Mulder was in hell. there's no TV. he complained to Elise, who stood against the wall with her arms folded. Not even a radio.

Get a life, Mulder. Make your own music.

You get some kind of kickback for bringing out of town suckers here, is that it?

These are friends of mine. Besides, I happen to think it's a great place.

It's like a convent in here. I keep looking for crucifixes.

you're supposed to be here to sleep. Must you be entertained every moment?

there's not even a picture to look at.

Elise walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. Look. Better than a picture, everything moves. Hey, it's like TV. Pull up a chair, Mr. Bates.

You got that right. This place gives me the creeps. he shuffled his feet on the bare floor. You and your weird fem friends- He stopped and gaped at her. that's it, these are former employees of yours!

Elise shoved away from the wall and sauntered up to him, letting her hands fall to her sides. She stopped when her nose was scant inches from his. You watch your mouth, my friend," she said, calmly.

Or? Mulder took his hands out of his pockets and stood ready.

She smiled evilly. I should think it would be obvious, watch what you say about my friends, or I'll kick your ass. Again.

don't mess with me, McKenna. I told you last time, I won't hold back.

I'm fuckin serious, man.

So am I. Make your move.

Elise's grin broadened. If you insist. She grabbed his belt and yanked up hard.

"What's going on?!" Scully burst in when the groaning became loud.

Not much, now, Elise said, complacently watching Mulder writhe on the floor. "But when he recovers, there's gonna be SOME fight."

No, Elise. Peri came in. I told you about that sort of thing, last time.

Ok, Peri. I'll go. Elise waved briefly at Mulder, who was trying to stand.

No way, McKenna, he grunted. you're not leaving us here.

Mulder, would it kill you to stay one night? Scully said. I like it here, and I'd like to stay.

He finally stood upright, and took a good look at his partner. She looked just as tired as she had all day, if not more. Running behind him every time he got a wild hair certainly wasn't the most serene job around. She deserved to call the shots, for once. OK, he said, managing a small smile. Stay. Keep the rental. McKenna said I could stay with her, whenever I'm in town.

Elise started to open her mouth, but changed her mind when she saw the look on Mulders face.

Really? Scully asked, suspicious.

Really. We'll be fine. You relax, get something to eat, and We'll meet you here in the morning.

She hated to admit it, but Scully felt as if a huge weight was being lifted off of her. ...Ok, if you're sure youll be alright.

I'll be fine. he kept a smile on his face, until Scully and Peri were out of the room. McKenna, youWatch it, puddin tain. Wanna sleep on the back porch?

I can't believe you pantsed me!

It was the least destructive thing I could think of.

He nudged her on the way out the door. This isn't over. You know I have to get you back.

Elise shoved him ahead. How you plan to do that? Clean out my liquor cabinet, like last time?

I told you, I didn't-

you're such a fuckin whiner. she followed him out, waving at Peri on the way by.

Yeah? Well you know what you are?

An idiot for inviting you to stay at my house.

Bitch.

Geek.

Butch.

Panty-waist.

Mulder opened the passenger door to Elise's car. Panty-waist? Did you say panty-waist? Is that the best you could do?

Elise got in and shrugged. No, but I thought calling you a pussy in ear-shot of your partner might not exactly be cricket.

He tried hard to suppress a grin. You are the most considerate ass hole I have ever met.

Gee, thanks. I live for your approval. Starting the car, she threw it into gear and sent up a plume of dust as they shot down the driveway.

From her window, Scully watched them go. She felt really guilty to be glad to be finally alone, but taking a deep breath and smelling the lilacs in the vase by her bed did alot to assuage her guilt. And there was still the claw-footed tub...

An hour later, she was walking through the downtown area. She hadnt intended to window shop, but convinced herself a change of clothes wouldn't be such a bad thing to have. Usually, she didn't go for frilly whimsical stuff, but there was this calico sun dress with tiny lace trim she had her eye on. She paused for a moment, remembering the last time she shopped for clothes, her mother and sister ran that show. She was pretty sure, after that, that she hated shopping, but this really wasn't so bad. Besides, she argued to herself, a softer look may help her present herself to the Jarvis as less of a threat. And hey, didn't she want to do her job as effectively as possible?

Sitting at a harbor side seafood restaurant with the dress in a box under the table, she marveled at the Popeil-like adaptability of logic.

Mulder woke in darkness. By habit, he remained still, to try and determine what woke him. He heard Elise's voice in another room. From the tone, he deduced she was speaking on the phone, and was none too happy. Carefully, he padded over to the livingroom extension, and lifted the receiver.

I don't see what the big deal is. Elise was saying.

Just get him out of there as soon as possible.

Fuck you, Louis. You don't tell me what to do.

I thought you agreed to work with us. Now are you in or out?

I see. This is about US. So there's no way this is about YOU.

Elise-

Just tryin to get things clear, big Lou. I mean, I know that you personally have no fondness for the guyIt has nothing to do with that. I'm simply concerned about how effectively you can do your job, withOh, I get it. You think I'll get distracted, right?

No, I just don't trust him.

Fine. Well, I wouldn't want to compromise the mission.

I'm glad you understand.

Sure, Lou. While he's in town, I'll just take a little time off.

Now Elise, don't be-

Goin on a fuckin hiatus, Lou.

Elise!

Call ya when I get back.

El-

click.

Mulder carefully but quickly put down the receiver, then jumped back onto the couch and pulled up the covers. He thought he was home safe, until the lights went on.

Get an ear full? Elise said, plopping down in an easy chair.

Mulder thought about lying, but decided against it. Sorry.

don't be. I almost would have been disappointed if you hadnt eavesdropped.

He sat up, rubbing his face. So are you in trouble?

Elise laughed. You could say that. don't worry, though, It'll blow over. A few days, and hell be ringin the phone off the hook to beg my forgiveness.

Your forgiveness? Are you that valuable to Kestrel?

In a sense.

How? what's up?

She thought it over, staring at him as she made up her mind. I think Louis feels personally threatened by you.

I don't understand.

Because of our friendship. Because we have a history.

I'm still not getting it.

She sighed. I told him there never was anything between us, that neither one of us was remotely interested.

...he thinks we...?

he's pretty insecure, sometimes.

Mulder laughed. You? And me?

I know. No offense, but the thought is pretty nauseating.

None taken. I still don't understand what the big deal is, though. Does he suspect you'd be a security leak?

that's one excuse.

He stared at her for awhile, trying to decipher the cryptic look on her face. Suddenly, it hit him. You and Louis?

Like gangbusters.

Oh, geez. there's a mental image I could have lived without.

So don't imagine it.

But...you and Louis? that's like finding out someone you respect has a thing for your sister. He mock-shuddered. What could you possibly have in common?

Elise stood. Maybe when you grow up, I'll explain it to you. Now I'm going back to sleep. If I'm gonna be running around with you two all day, I'll need my rest.

All day?

Yep, ya got me twenty-four-seven, old thing.

Mulder fell back down onto his pillow. Great. he grumbled.

Gnight. Elise left the room, an impish smile on her face.

For the second time in four hours, Mulder awoke. This time, it was to the annoying sounds of crackling, rustling, snapping newspaper.

Bout time. Elise commented, noticing he was up.

what's for breakfast?

Help yourself. Fix whatever you like.

Fix? I have to make my own breakfast? What kind of host are you?

Go have a fuckin Wheatie and get over it. You think this is a damn hotel or something?

Did you at least make coffee, miss selfish?

In the kitchen. Elise said, not looking up from her paper. And while were being so formal, let me express my emotions with this international sign of greeting. Still reading the paper, she extended her middle finger with pomp and aplomb.

Good morning to you, too. Mulder grumbled, and got his coffee.

When they pulled up to the Blue Heron Inn, Scully was strolling around munching on a croissant. Mulder waited for some of the dust to settle, before getting out.

Scully? he called. What are you wearing?

you're such a pig," Elise muttered. Tell her she looks nice.

He turned to face Elise. don't tell me what to say.

But doesn't she look nice?

I hadnt really thought about it.

Then do. I'll wait.

Mulder sighed with frustration. OK, she looks nice.

"Well?"

He turned back to see Scully heading toward the car. You look nice.

he said, climbing out.

Thanks. Scully looked a little suspicious, but accepted the compliment. I see you two survived the night without killing each other.

It was close. Elise said.

Ready?

Sure. Wanna follow us out?

Hey, Mulder protested. I'm riding with Scully.

Fine.

And I want to stop for breakfast.

haven't you eaten? Scully asked, prompting Mulder to glare at Elise. Well, Scully went on, we do have to research the local clinics before picking one. Elise, where can we find that kind of information?

Yellow pages. We can peruse the medical section, while mamas boy here stuffs his face.

Mulder did his best to ignore the jibe, and got into the rental. Scully drove this time, having no easier time following Elise than Mulder did.

Scully felt confident, as they pulled up to the Jarvis house. The plan was that Mulder and Elise would take Ted Jarvis to the clinic they had made arrangements with, while Scully interviewed the other Jarvises.

The hope was that without Ted hanging around, the mother and son would open up and give her the kind of clues they could work with. What she was really looking for was anything that the real Ted Jarvis would do or say that was inconsistent (or consistent) with this man.

She sat on the porch, iced tea in hand, and watched Elise drive away.

Mrs. Jarvis offered her a cookie, which she accepted.

It's hard for you, I imagine. Scully began.

Sara Jarvis watched the plume of dust left in the driveway. Not so hard as Sam would tell you. I always knew Ted was alive, and I was sure he'd come back someday. she smiled at Scully. He just lost track of time, is all. that's so like Ted.

Mrs. Jarvis,

Call me Sara.

Alright. Scully smiled. Have you noticed any changes in Ted? Or is he the same as when he left?

You want to know if I believe this is really Ted.

Yes, but I'd also know if there's anything-

Anything I might be looking at through hopeful eyes?

You may be too emotionally involved to credit what you see. Scully agreed.

Sara thought about it. he's a good deal sadder than I remember, but that's to be expected. He hadnt counted on losing us.

Otherwise?

Physically, he's exactly as I remember.

Emotionally?

He still sounds like Ted. Sam doesn't remember as clearly as I do, probably because he was so little.

Where is Sam?

Oh, he thought he'd finish up a few chores. Give us a chance to speak privately. Thought you'd want it that way.

Scully nodded. Actually, I did want to interview you separately, before seeing you together. How do you feel about the way Sam is handling this?

It's natural, I guess. Sara looked out into the fields. His memories of Ted are a childs memories. No one could live up to them.

Not even the real Ted Jarvis?

It seems not. I do believe him, you know.

Yes, I know.

And not just because I want to. Sara looked back at Scully. In some ways, it's even more heartbreaking seeing him like this, than having him gone. It reminds me of what we lost, what we can't ever get back. I know him, hell want to stay with me until I'm gone. By then, hell be old and alone. I...know what I should do, I just can't seem to make myself think about it. She smiled again. I do love him, but I've always been pretty selfish about the people I love. I couldn't bear to see Sam go to college, and I couldn't bear to see Ted with someone...his own age. She sighed. There doesn't seem to be any winning side here.

Scully nodded and looked away. I appreciate your candor. I'd like to interview Sam now, do you know where I could find him?

Out in the fields. I'd try the corn. he's working on a new hybrid, so he's paying close attention to it's progress.

Thank you. she put down her glass and stood, taking Sara's hand. I know this is difficult for you, but if you think of anything else that might be usefulI'll let you know.

If my partner comes back, please tell him to wait.

I will.

Sam peered closely at a little tuft of new cornsilk, checking for any signs of infestation. Barring disaster, this crop ought to bring in the bill money, and then some. As it became more rare, Long Island sweet corn was becoming more in demand and more expensive. He heard a rustling noise and looked up to see agent Scully wending through the rows.

Over here," he said, standing up.

Hot out here. Scully brushed the bugs away. Hows the corn?

We'll see.

She nodded. you're not a particularly optimistic person, are you?

Never saw a reason to be. He led the way over to the string beans, where he'd left a basket. Kneeling down, he resumed his picking.

Can I help?

Know what a ripe string bean looks like?

Scully smiled. Afraid you got me, there.

You can hold the basket.

That I can do. she picked up the basket and followed him down the row. Are you selling these?

He squinted up at her, and amused look on his face. No. I have a machine to harvest the crop. These are for the house. There arent enough big ones to sell yet.

I don't know much about farming.

You could knock me over with a feather.

Despite herself, Scully smiled. Your fa- the man who claims to be your father says youve done alot with the place.

My mother and I have.

Do you remember anything about the night your father disappeared?

Sam stood and looked at the basket. That should do it. he took the basket and turned away. Come on, I'll show you.

He led her to an unexpected bare spot in the middle of the fields. This has been here since that night," he said. Nothing will grow on it. I've tried everything, nothing works.

Do you believe your father was abducted?

He looked at her. I don't know what to believe.

But you know you don't believe this man is your father.

He couldn't be. Not after all this time.

Why not?

You believe it's him?

I don't know. I know I've seen stranger things, though.

I thought feds were a little more jaded then that.

She smiled. Luck of the draw. You found the only two open-minded feds available.

Open minded? he rubbed his chin. How open?

Scully looked up at him. What is it? Did you notice something?

Yeah. I noticed I suddenly have the strangest urge to ask you to dinner.

Quelling her smile, she turned away. Mr. Jarvis,

Sam.

Sam, I don't think it would be wise for me to involve myself-

Hey, I just meant dinner.

Still,

Here. With my mother, if you like. Who knows whatll happen in a relaxed domestic atmosphere? Something may come out thatll bust this case wide open.

She laughed. You certainly are up on your cop-show clich s.

"Well?"

I'll...think about it.

Not too long. Over cooked string beans are not a pretty sight.

I'll talk it over with my partner.

Sam stepped back. Oh, I'm sorry! It hadnt even occurred to me that you and your partnerWere not. We just work pretty closely.

I see. Well, I guess We'd better head back.

Yes. She followed him back through the fields, trying not to notice the intriguing shape of the back of his jeans.

Ted Jarvis sat in the front seat of Elise's Buick, grinning broadly.

I miss this," he said. I miss cars and driving.

I wish I could miss her driving. Mulder muttered in the back seat.

Mulder told me you can't remember the last thirty-two years. Elise said.

that's right.

Then how could you miss this? she asked. To you, it should be like you haven't been in a car for only a few days.

Mulders head snapped up, suddenly paying attention.

"That is strange," Jarvis said. "It's like I'm aware of the passage of time, I just don't have anything to fill it with."

"That's strange, alright," Elise admitted, not sounding like a believer.

When they got back from the clinic, they found Scully sitting on the porch with a lap full of string beans, snapping the ends off and chatting with Sara Jarvis. How did it go? she asked as they got out of the car.

"The test results should start coming in tomorrow," Mulder said. A couple of them will take the rest of the week.

"The DNA takes awhile to scan." Scully nodded.

Dana has agreed to stay for dinner. Sara Jarvis said. Would you two like to stay as well? It's no trouble.

I don't know, Dana, Mulder teased. I think I should spend the night in DC so I can pack a bag. I didn't bring a change of clothes, and I'm feeling pretty grimy. Besides, I need to feed my fish.

I think I should stay. Scully ignored the jibe. I do need to put my suit in the cleaners, though, and pick up something else to wear.

No problem. Elise offered. I know a 24 hour dry-cleaner. And I think I can find a store a little less pricey then wherever you picked up that little frock.

you're not gonna take her where you do your shopping, are you? Mulder quipped.

Yer such a comedian.

Go do your errands. Sara urged Scully. Dinner won't be for a few hours yet. We'll see you then.

Alright. Scully agreed, finishing the last of the string beans and getting up. Please tell Sam I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye, but I'll be back later.

Of course.

Sam? Mulder jeered as they followed Elise to the airfield.

Any notes to compare? she ignored him.

Elise caught him in a slip up.

Really? He must have let his guard down. He certainly hasnt been slipping up around Sara.

Shes convinced?

Yes. Sam isn't, but he can't give a tangible reason not to be. She paused. Mulder, they have a scorch mark in the field where nothing will grow.

Mulder nodded. That supports the abduction story, but these still could be two separate cases.

You doubt Ted Jarvis?

Still haven't made up my mind. there's evidence for doubt, though. Hopefully the tests will turn something else up.

Think hell bolt?

You mean if he knows the tests will blow his cover? Mulder asked. It's pretty likely. Is that why you wanted to stay behind? To keep an eye on him?

Something like that.

Or was it to keep an eye on Sam?

Look, I don't ask you what you and Elise do while you're alone-

Pretty much what we do in public. Fight.

Why do you hang around her, if you hate each other so much?

We don't hate each other.

"Well?"

He thought it over. I don't know if I can explain it. It's a guy thing.

Elise isn't a guy.

can't prove it by me. He winced, remembering. Actually, you could prove it by Louis.

Louis? You mean the guy from Sedona? The ops chief from Kestrel?

The same.

Elise and Louis?

I know. Go figure.

Scully thought it over, pulling into the airfield parking lot. Actually, I can see it.

You can?

Sure. It would take a hard-liner like Louis to keep Elise in line. She probably is attracted to his authority.

That would explain her seeing him as a father figure, not- he shuddered.

Scully parked the car and shot Mulder a look. Who are you to cast aspersions on anyones love life? At least Elise has one.

Hey, I'm going home tonight to avoid this kind of sweating. Can you lay off a bit?

If you lay off Sam.

OK, he grinned. The name of Sam shall no longer be mentioned. Henceforth, Sam shall be referred to with an exaggerated roll of the eyes.

Thanks for being so understanding. Scully got out and walked him to the terminal.

After taking her suit to the cleaners, then following Elise to a factory outlet where she picked up some descent slacks and a blouse, Scully freshened up and went to dinner. Sara had insisted on letting Ted sit with them, so dinner wasn't very relaxed or enjoyable. Afterward, Sam curtly excused himself and went outside. Catching a nod from Sara, Scully joined him.

Sam sat on a porch swing, watching the horizon.

Nice evening. Scully tried, but got no response. The wind is keeping the bugs away. Sunset should be nice.

Sam looked up at her. Ever see the sun set on the water?

A few times. Scully sat beside him. My dad was crazy about boats.

Wanna drive down to the harbor?

Sure.

Ok. Sam stood. The trucks around back. I'll meet you there. Just wanna tell mom where were going.

The dutiful son, Scully thought. They say if you want to know how a man will treat you, watch how he treats his mother. She climbed into the pickup truck, and watched him cross the yard. He seemed like a nice guy. Strong. Treated his mother well, without being an obsessive mamas boy. A little hostile on the subject of his father, but that was to be expected.

She listened to him rattle on about crop prices and weather and whatever popped into his head. They pulled into a public beach and parked.

Some kids go to the airport to watch the planes land," he said. I always liked to go to the harbor at dusk, to watch the boats come in.

Me, too," Scully admitted. I'd rather look at a fully rigged sailboat, than a DC-10.

He smiled at this, looking out across the water. You get pretty good sunsets on the north shore, because of the Sound.

Sound? What sound?

Long Island Sound. The water between us and Connecticut. He pointed ahead. See? You can just barely see the lights coming on, on the horizon.

I see it. She smiled, peering through the windshield. It is pretty.

They were quiet, as the sun sank out of sight. Boats with their running lights on continued to chug into the harbor. They commented on the more elaborate craft, critiquing each one for its seaworthiness and practicality. Soon, it was getting pretty dark.

I guess we should go back. Sam said, half-heartedly reaching for the keys. Cops around here discourage parkers.

So I heard. Scully smiled. I don't know if I want to go back yet, though.

We could sneak into Condrie park and climb Janes hill.

Is it worth it?

Pretty nice view. Highest point on the Island.

How much trouble will we get in?

Sam smiled. None, if we don't get caught. Scared?

No. Let's go for it.

Forty-five minutes later, they stood atop the hill and watched the lights. Sam had brought a jacket from the car for Scully to drape around her shoulders, but they both still shivered. Still, neither one of them wanted to go. Sam put his arm around her, for extra warmth. Well, that was the excuse, anyway.

You can see the water. Scully tried not to let her teeth chatter.

Uh-huh. there's the expressway.

Which way is the farm?

That way. can't see, because of the trees.

I don't see any antennae up here.

Oh?

you'd think with this being the highest point, there'd be plenty of antennae.

there's that one, back there.

that's a radio antenna. I meant radar. Scully pointed. This hill comes between your farm and the airports. If something came in on a fairly low approach, it could get to your farm virtually without detection.

Do you ever stop working?

You may as well ask if I ever stop thinking.

Do you?

Sometimes. She looked up at him. If I'm distracted.

Do you hate being distracted?

Sometimes.

So I should give it a shot, and take my hits like a man?

If you think you're up to it.

Sam slid his arms around her, easily gathering her up. Bending close, he took a moment to feel her hair against his face. I've never made a move on a woman authorized to use deadly force before.

It wouldn't hurt to keep that in mind. she tilted her head back, bringing her lips to meet his.

They kissed, carefully and slowly. Suddenly, headlights swept by.

The jig is up. Sam muttered, out of breath.

We could hide.

This way. He led her down a trail until Scully could see the outline of low buildings. The boy/girl scout camp," he said. We can wait in a cabin, till they go.

Scully hesitated. Maybe we should watch, to see when they leave.

Scared?

No, just-

Scared. It's OK, I don't blame you. We can take that path, and circle back to where we parked the car. He took her arm.

But- she hesitated, not wanting the evening to end so abruptly.

He kissed her again, then let his lips brush her ear. FBI agents don't look good on the blotter report. We can go someplace else.

...alright.

Come on.

In the car, Scully felt guilty for letting things get this far. It seemed pretty unprofessional. Maybe we should head back," she said.

Sam looked at her for a moment. If that's what you want.

I have to get to the hotel and do some reports, and you wouldn't want your mother to worry.

Sure.

I mean,...-

It's fine.

Are you mad?

His smile was illuminated by dashboard light. I got to kiss a pretty woman tonight. I'm a happy man.

This did nothing to assuage Scullys guilt.

you're not used to being called pretty, are you.

Well- she wasn't sure how to answer that.

You are, you know. He glanced at her. You can be pretty and professional at the same time.

I know.

He smiled again. OK, I'll lay off. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

They rode in silence for awhile, winding up Mount Misery Road.

Will you come by tomorrow?" he asked.

Yes, of course.

I'll see you then. Do you want me to say your good-byes for you inside?

I appreciate it. She climbed down out of the truck.

Tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow.

Dana? He walked around to meet her. After a pause, he said I thought so.

What?

Moonlight brings out your freckles.

Embarrassed, she was silent.

Can I steal a kiss?

It wouldn't be stealing, if I gave permission.

So I won't find out if it was the wrong move, until I'm staring at the business end of a .45?

9 millimeter. she laughed, letting him put his arms around her again.

How long is the list of your fatalities?

Pretty long.

Add one. he whispered, kissing her.

Scully was still thinking about that kiss the next morning, as she ate her breakfast on the porch. She was trying to scold herself into regretting it, but it just wasn't working. She was about to lose hope, when Elise pulled up. Maybe if she pored her heart out for Elise to trample, she could summon the guilt she thought she should feel.

Elise got out of her car, and paused to stretch in the morning sun. Glorious, ain't it? she pronounced with enthusiasm.

Scully sat quietly, not responding.

what's up? Elise looked at her curiously. Problems?

Maybe.

Something happen last night?

Definitely.

Elise strolled over and sat down. Is it about the case?

It involves it, yes.

Is it bigger than a bread box?

Scully tried to stifle a smile. Sorry. I don't like to play twenty questions, either. I hate it when Mulder does this, but... she shrugged.

Elise peered at her a little more closely, then broke out into a wide grin. Why Scully! You dog!

What? she tried to ask innocently.

It's that guy, isn't it, Sam Jarvis?

...how...what...

So how fard it get? Hand holding? Smooching? The beast with two backs?

Elise! Scully scolded, embarrassed. I did not go to bed with him.

Which means you did everything else. I must admit, I am impressed.

Elise,

No, really. Whew! Talk about chronological economy!

Look, I feel bad enough.

Why? Why shouldnt you have a little fun now and then?

But on a case?

Elise shrugged and made a rude noise. Case, schmase. it's not like you cozied up to the suspect.

What about objectivity? What about distance and perspective?

Elise laughed out loud. You and puddin tain track aliens, and you wanna talk about perspective? Look, Scully, beat yourself up, if that's what you're into. Personally, I think you should go for it. I don't imagine you meet too many nice guys, in your line of work.

True. She sighed, leaning back in her chair.

And... Elise grinned again, ...he is nice, right?

Oh, he's nice. Very nice.

"Well?"

don't tell Mulder, ok?

Right. I don't even know you, and I caught on. he's gonna know the moment he steps off the plane.

Speaking of which,

Ten this morning. He timed it to catch the first lab results.

Scully nodded. Are you picking him up?

Sure. Want us to meet you there?

Yes. I want to keep an eye on Ted, in case he decides to bolt.

Elise grinned yet again. Yeah, right. good cover. Not waiting for a response, she turned and headed for her car. Scully watched her go, beginning to understand Mulders reluctant fondness for this woman.

Mulder shut down his computer and closed the manila folder in front of him. With a felt tipped pen, he neatly marked the folder McKenna, Elise, and filed it with the others. He knew shed be mad if she ever found out he was keeping a file on her, but it was a custom of his. He kept files on all his friends. Scully was up to two folders, now.

He hesitated a moment, and pulled out the folder again. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he wasn't finding it. The fresh fax of Elise's foster program records was skimpy and full of holes. The names of her parents and her date and place of birth had been blacked out. Her birth records were sealed. He could get around that, but he still hated waiting. All he could get on such short notice were her foster parents names, and the age she was when she entered the program, age nine. This bothered him. Elise had claimed she didn't remember her parents, or even know who they were. If these records were true, though, that had to be a lie. Why? And why did he keep getting the feeling there was something he should recognise, something screaming for his attention?

Shrugging it off, he re-filed the folder, and grabbed his suitcase. Time to go to the airport.

Scully watched Sara Jarvis expectant face, while keeping her ear pressed to the telephone receiver. Yes, I'm still holding. she answered. Nodding and acknowledging, she wrote down a few notes and hung up.

"Well?" Sara asked.

You have to understand, Mrs. Jarvis-

Sara.

Yes. Scully began again. Sara. These are only the preliminary tests, and by no way conclusive.

I understand.

The way it looks so far, though, she paused. The man claiming to be Ted Jarvis is ninety-eight percent likely to be Sams father.

Sara closed her eyes and let out her breath. I knew it.

Sara, there's still a chance-

What? Sam came in, sweaty and disheveled. Have the tests come in?

Scully told him the results. She could see Sams jaw tightening as she spoke.

It's still not proof. he insisted.

I couldn't agree more," Scully said. I was just explaining that to your mother.

Sam, Sara said quietly. I think it's time, though, to start realizing there is the possibilityNo! he cut her off angrily. That man is not my father, he's not your husband, and he's nothing but a slick con man, and he's going to jail. that's what you'd better realize, mom. He stormed out, and slammed the door.

I'll go. Scully laid a hand on Sara's arm. he's just upset.

Sara nodded, watched her go, then went upstairs to tell Ted the news.

Scully heard angry squawking behind the barn, and gambled Sam was behind it. Her gamble paid off. Wearing gloves and a mask, he was cleaning out the chicken coop. Stench, not fear, kept her at a distance.

Sam looked furious, but when he looked up and saw her, he couldn't help laughing. I know. his muffled voice came from behind the mask.

If there's a worse stink than chicken shit, I don't know what it is.

Off hand, I have to agree. she smiled. That wasn't exactly good news in there, was it.

Just means he gets a few more free meals. We'll get him.

Why are you so sure it's not him?

Because it can't be.

But-

Look, unless you want me to come out and drag you back in here with me, drop it.

Looking away, she nodded.

On the other hand- he leaned on his shovel.

Yes?

This means you have to stay until the next test comes back, right?

I planned to.

So you're free for dinner?

She could tell he was smiling, even though she could only see his eyes. You...plan to take a bath, right?

Sam laughed again. I promise to smell alot better. Well? We could eat out, this time.

I hadnt brought anything fancy to wear.

What you have on now would be fine.

I'll think about it. My partners back in town today, and I haven't touched base with him yet.

Let me know by two, so I can tell mom how many we are for dinner.

OK. she smiled. Now, if youll excuse me,...

Yeah, I know. We'll talk later, in less odiferous surroundings.

So why did you take the expressway? Mulder griped, sweltering in traffic. And stop hogging the fan. He reached up and twisted the little battery operated fan to face him.

Go ahead," Elise answered. That things about useless, anyway.

you're right about that. Too bad you couldn't be just as right in your route choices.

Keep whinin, ya fuckin baby, an I'll give you somethin ta cry about.

Your accents showing.

Who wears a suit in ninety degree weather, anyway?

People who drive in nice, modern, air-conditioned cars.

You would be so lost without modern conveniences to pamper you.

And you wouldn't? Mulder pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his face.

Damned skippin I wouldn't.

I should have guessed. you're a survivalist, right? You subscribe to those gun magazines? You dug your own bomb shelter?

Nah. I'm just a survivor.

In a world without microwave?

Sure.

So what makes you such a survivor?

She turned to him and grinned. Because assholes like me know how to hang on. Were too irritating to die.

Well, when you're right, you're right. He leaned closer to the window, catching a cooling breeze. Two for two. Care to try for a three-peat?

Sure. Heres a news flash: That Jarvis guys gonna bolt before the end of the week, if he's not gone yet.

Big surprise. I coulda called that one. I doubt hell hang around for the test results to come back, so we can just slip on the cuffs.

Uh-uh. You got it wrong.

Oh?

he's pretty sure of himself. I'd say either he's tellin the truth, or he's a looney. Either way, he's convinced.

Then whys he gonna bolt?

wouldn't you? He doesn't fit in. What are his prospects? Live where he no longer belongs, or end up in jail.

So you believe him?

I said I believe he believes. Not quite the same thing.

Mulder shot her a look. I can appreciate subtlety, you know.

Geez, you're touchy.

I just object to being cooked alive. Are you taking that next exit, if we ever get up to it?

Let me drive, will ya?

Why not. you're doing a bang up job so far.

Shut up, geek.

You shut up. Unless, of course, you have another pearl of wisdom to impart.

Put a sock in it.

No, really. I wait with baited breath for your next theory, Sherlock. Care to expound upon the Kennedy assassinations?

Elise shook her head. I don't know how Scully puts up with your shit. She must be a better woman than I.

Whoa. Right again. You are a god. Can I worship at your feet?

A slow smile spread across her face. Sure, baby. She stepped on the heel of her right sneaker, pulled out her sweaty foot, and swung it up in Mulders face.

Hey!

By the time Elise and Mulder arrived at the Jarvis farm, Scully was highly irritated.

Where the hell have you two been? she demanded, approaching the car.

Elise glanced at Mulder. Traffic. she told Scully. Hot weather gettin to ya?

Are the results in? Mulder asked, getting out of the car.

For hours. ninety-eight per-cent chance of paternity. We located Jarvis dental records, finally. Analysis should be in this afternoon.

Did you see Skinner?

Yup. In short, he wants a repeat of Sedona. We are to pile up overwhelming evidence, then hand it over to the police so they can make the arrest and take the credit.

What? Scully looked confused, and even more irritated.

Official word came down. Mulder smirked. The bureau is seen by most of law enforcement as a bunch of prima donnas.

Gee, Elise scoffed. is that ever outta left field! I mean, humility is your middle name, right?

Mulder shot her a look, but otherwise ignored her. Top brass wants us to convey more of a team player image.

Handing them the case on a silver platter isn't exactly teamwork," Scully muttered.

Nevertheless...

Scully shrugged. Whatever. Anything else?

Nope. So what's up next? Elise thinks old Teds gonna bolt. Are we prepared for that?

I have a few of our team players keeping an eye out. The only way he could get out of here unchallenged is straight up.

Well, Mulder looked around. that's how he did it last time.

They spent the rest of the afternoon at Elise's house, exhaustively compiling and organizing their data. When Scully called about the dental records check, the results were inconclusive. This was carefully annotated and put in the file with everything else.

Waddaya say, should I call for pizza? Elise asked when it got around dinner time.

Oh, Scully looked away. I have plans.

Mulder looked surprised, then smiled. Sam Jarvis?

As a matter of fact, yes. Is there a problem?

Uh...no. He squelched his smile.

I'd better get going, then. I wanted to clean up a bit, before going over there. Are we done?

For now. Scully?

Yes?

Have a nice time.

She paused a moment to look at him, then smiled. I think I will. Thanks.

Make im beg for mercy, Scully! Elise teased.

Good-bye, Elise.

Once Scully was gone, Elise shoved Mulder away from the computer and sat down.

What are you doing?" he asked, finding another seat.

Ordering pizza.

Cool. I hate anchovies.

All the best people do. Pepperoni?

No, I'm just happy to see you.

Elise let out a guffaw involuntarily. Cmon, man, I'm hungry.

Ok, anything. Wait, I take that back, no mushrooms.

Sissy. Great, it should be here in twenty minutes.

I love modern technology. He got up and headed for the kitchen. You got any beer in there?

Do geeks watch Star Trek? Of course.

Hey, I happen to like Star Trek.

My point. She got up and went to join him.

And you don't like it?

I never said I didn't.

But you say you're not a geek.

Never said that either. Used to be a geek,... She grinned as she twisted off a bottle cap. They threw me out, though.

I'm shocked. Made you turn in your card?

Banned for life.

Why?

I got too much nookie.

Mulder choked on his beer. you're such a lady.

It's my upbringing. New York girls know how to speak their minds.

Eyes narrowing, he saw an opportunity. But you're not a native.

Who says I'm not? She took another sip. Who the hell knows where I come from? Could be anywhere.

don't you get curious?

Nah. It's pointless.

So you have no idea?

Elise took another sip, making up her mind what to say next. Sometimes I've visited places I could swear I've been before.

Everyone has that.

Not like this. Once I took a trip to Marthas Vinyard for some location shotsMarthas Vinyard? I- my dad has a house there.

Yeah. Well, I kept getting this feeling. Anyway, we were looking for this street where the shot was supposed to be set up, and we were hopelessly lost, and...well...I somehow knew exactly how to get there. Everyone else in the van was looking at me. This one bimbette was saying I musta been reincarnated from a pilgrim, but that's pretty stupid. I mean, ya think someone hurried over and put in streets before the pilgrims got here, so they'd have some place to drive?

Yeah. Mulder rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Pretty lame.

Rather than try to impress Scully with some lavish country club bistro, Sam took her to a seafood and beer joint with a live band called the Shuck-n-Chuck. Here you could get a bowl full of steamed clams still in their partially opened shells, a plate of hot buttery cholesterol ridden corn on the cob, and a small tray of palate cleaning saltines. At one point, as they pried open hot clams and dipped them in butter sauce, a hound-dog-eyed fellow with dark curly hair sat down at the piano and commenced to wail.

Scully stared in disbelief. isn't that-?

Yeah. Sam admitted, grabbing a corn cob. We tend not to acknowledge him around here. don't want his head to swell anymore.

you're kidding. He does this alot?

All the time. Frankly, some of the natives arent too impressed. Lookit Ralphie over there, the guy with the lunar beer belly and the Midas Muffler hat? Strictly a country western man.

Nothing wrong with country. Scully wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

didn't say there was, but how many times can you hear songs about how papas comin home from prison on the trail while your saintly mother buries your dog on the spot where you caught your best girl cheatin?

Scully smiled, mouth too full to answer. With a touch of satisfaction, she noticed he followed his one beer with soft drinks. Sam Jarvis was certainly a responsible one.

So what else do you like? Besides country music and boats, that is.

Baseball.

I'm in trouble.

She smiled. Not a baseball fan?

I think baseball nut would be more fitting a moniker. Sam checked the bowl for clams, but found nothing but empty shells.

Not Yankees.

Hell no. Mets.

Ah. Scully smiled. Well, that's harmless enough. it's not like our teams are likely to go head to head in the world series.

Oh really? he sat back, grinning. And what great team do you root for?

Orioles.

Oh. So you were being facetious.

Hey, the Os are a great team.

...at?

I wouldn't talk, if I were you. The Mets spend so much time in the toilet, they have swirls in their hair.

Well: I see we can't talk about baseball, Miss Rabid Fan.

Who said we were talking about baseball? We were talking about the Mets.

Sam choked on his soda, stifling a laugh. I'm gonna make you eat your words, once this strike breaks and the season starts. First game my boys face your boys, I want your butt in the seat next to mine.

It's a date. It'll save me from having to call you up afterward to console you. she grinned mischievously, took his soda from his hand, and took a sip.

He smiled, watching her. you're something else, you know that? You got chutzpah.

So I've been told. Well, I think I've stuffed myself enough.

Wanna take a walk down on by the docks?

Love to.

Sam watched carefully to see if Scully went for her wallet when the waiter came. You never knew, these days. When he saw she made no move toward her purse, he smiled with relief and paid the bill. In a few short minutes, they were strolling along the docks in the fading summer light.

You work pretty hard, don't you Sam," Scully said. You don't get too many evenings out.

Is it that obvious? he said ruefully.

Not really. I see how it is on the farm, though. No week-ends, no holidays.

He looked at her for a moment, then nodded. it's not an easy life.

he agreed. You don't see many women clamoring to be a farmers wife.

Suddenly realizing how that must sound, he blushed and turned away.

Things are different, now. Scully tactfully pretended not to notice. A womans career isn't dependent on her husbands.

I can't imagine you depending on anyone for anything. You really love what you do, don't you.

I'm good at it. she shrugged. And I believe in it. I believe in seeking answers, and bringing resolution.

Dana, he stopped, staring at the ground. I don't think We'll ever find resolution in this case.

Of course we will.

No. As long as my mother has one grain of hope, she won't let go. And I...don't want to see her unhappy.

Scully tilted her head to see his face. What are you saying? That you want us to drop the case, so your mother can go on pretending your father is back?

No, of course not. He looked back up at her. I just- Be sure, before you hand him over to the police.

Of course.

I know youll do the right thing, it's just mom- last time, she- he turned away. I don't want her to go through that again. He sighed. The state tried to take me away, when my father disappeared. They said she was unfit. I knew, even as a kid, what losing both of us would mean to her. I tried so hard to make everything...normal...

Scully caught on. You were just a kid," she said quietly. It must have been-unbearable. he concluded. With another sigh, he smacked his leg.

Way to lighten things up, huh? Bet you never guessed I'd be such a fun date.

It's alright.

it's not alright. Geez, I finally meet someone I really like-

Thanks. She smiled.

Can we start the conversation over? he said, miserable with embarrassment.

I don't know, Scullys smile broadened. I kinda like watching you squirm.

He laughed, then noticed she was shivering. Winds picking up. Guess we should head back.

Only if you want to. it's not too bad, if we keep moving.

Alright. Looks like we may get rained on, though.

I won't melt.

Now there's something I'd like to see. he grinned.

Are you implying I'm an ice princess?

No, I'd just like to see you melt.

Stick around," Scully said, out-pacing him a bit. You may get your chance.

Sam paused before picking up his pace to catch up with her. Sam, my boy, he whispered to himself, yer pitchin in the big league, now!

Amid the ruins of dead pizza wreckage, Elise McKenna busily pecked away at her keyboard.

What now? Mulder asked, coming out of the bathroom.

Thought I'd cruise the net a bit.

Hope you werent intending to go at it for too long. He peered out the window. Looks like there's a storm coming.

I got a surge protector. Besides, I just want to check my mail and look in on a couple of friends.

You mean IRC?

Yep.

Oh, please. he sat beside her. I hate that stuff. Those guys are so immature.

Elise glanced over at him. Who are you to judge? The way you were whining about it being too hot in the car today?

Hey, it was really hot.

Yeah, but did ya hafta cry about it?

I didn't cry!

Oh, please! You were cryin so bad, I almost got my hankie out.

IRC is stupid. he changed the subject. The FAQ for IRC are: how old are you, are you a male or a female, where are you from, and are you touching yourself.

You forgot what school do you go to and hows the weather.

Exactly, so why bother?

Because, genius boy, for every thirty people you meet, you cultivate five. Outta that five, you may want to keep up with one.

One out of thirty is pretty bad.

Yes, she went back to typing, but that ones usually pretty interesting, and it's almost always someone you wouldn't have met any other way.

Desperate," he said, but made no move to leave the computer. Desperate and lonely. Why don't you go out and meet REAL people?

No one on the iRC is gonna show up at my door with a meat cleaver, that's why. Any idea how many nuts are out there?

I think I have a clue," he said, haughtily. So what's your nick?

Uh...QT. Oh, no, that's right. Had to change it again. It's paladin.

Whyd you have to change it?

Elise grinned. My rep got too bad.

Well, I must say I'm shocked," Mulder said dully. He saw she was talking to someone named fantum. This must be the bad spelling channel.

Shut up.

No, really. F-A-N-T-U-M? Please. Oh, that ones even better. P-H-R-E-E-K. This place is like phonetic hell.

Shut up!

A message came in for Elise.

(MSG from termite8)hey paladin, is it dark by u yet?

Elise responded.

>pretty much, termite8. Got something?

(MSG from termite8)don't go outside tonight. just got off

shift. looked pretty busy.

What did I tell you? Mulder griped. Now were gonna talk about the weather.

Shut up, man! Elise poked him with her elbow. he's not talking about the weather.

Then what? Traffic?

He works under Cheyenne mountain, you jerk!

>gotta know, termite man. area 17b?

(MSG from termite8)how did you know?

Outside, rain began to splatter against the window and there was a flash of lightning.

Cheyenne? Mulder asked quietly. Colorado?

>just a hunch. lemme get this straight: when u say busy, yer

not talkin natives, right?

You mean- Mulder moved closer to the screen. NORAD?

(MSG from termite8)you got it, paladin. this is on the q-t, ok?

>of course. go on.

(MSG from termite8)they're thick as thieves out by you. lock up

your reeses pieces.

Let me guess," Mulder said. Area 17b is...?

Elise typed a quick good-bye and shut down. Outside, the thunder crashed. Grab your jacket, mister maturity. I think Ted Jarvis phoned home.

Sam Jarvis carefully negotiated the dark curving road, nearly blinded by flashes of lightning and torrential rain.

It came up so suddenly. Scully peered through the windshield.

that's not so unusual around here. We'll have some coffee while we dry off, and you can go once it dies down.

How long will that- SAM!

Sam stomped on his brakes, swerving and avoiding the figure in the road. The headlights briefly picked out the frightened face of Ted Jarvis.

My god, what's he doing out in this? Scully recovered as the truck stopped.

Running away. Sam yanked up the emergency brake and opened the door.

you're not going after him.

The hell I'm not! he's not doing this to us again!

Then I'll go with you.

No, youll get soaked.

Scully grabbed his arm and pushed her determined face toward his. This is my case, dammit! I'm not about to lose this guy because it might mess up my hair!

Sam reluctantly nodded. OK, but stay close. You could easily get lost out there.

let's go.

Elise made the turn on to Mount Misery Road, wiping the windshield with a rag.

How can you see anything? Mulder asked.

can't.

Could you please not get us killed?

You can suck all the fun right out of a room, ya know that? Slowing down, she began to feel her way around the hazardous curves. They were both quiet for awhile, letting her concentrate on driving. Told you he was gonna bolt," she muttered.

A storm and a chat with one of your weird friends who may or may not work at NORADTake my word for it, he does.

Right. Anyway, I wouldn't call that overwhelming evidence that Ted Jarvis is attempting to run.

Why don't you shut up and let me drive?

Why are you always telling me to shut up? It's really getting on my nerves.

Why are you always saying stupid shit? She rounded a curve, and suddenly the engine and lights died. Damn!

Oh, that's just great. Mulder fumed. This crummy car-

it's not my cars fault. Elise said calmly.

What? What are you talking about? Of course it's the car. You probably went through a puddle, andLook. she pointed to the fan on the dashboard, which they could barely see in silhouette. It sat motionless.

What?

it's not hooked up to the car, it has a battery.

Was it on?

Yup. She tore it loose from the Velcro and flicked the switch a few times. Dead.

I don't get it, what-

EMP. she pitched the useless fan into the back seat.

Electro magnetic pulse? That is the stupidest excuse for a crummy car I ever heard. Where would it come from?

Elise began looking up at the sky through the windows. If...something is out there, you think it sees us?

Well, well, well. Listen to the skeptic now.

Shut up, ass hole. I'm tryin to decide if we should make a run for it.

You mean go out? In that? Besides, where would we go?

Anywhere but here in the open. Her hand was on the door.

Wait, McKenna, lightning would probably strike me if I accused you of letting your imagination run away with you, butThe car began to shake.

Shit. they both muttered.

Were lost! Scully shouted in the rain.

No were not! I know where he's going! Sam pulled her along through the corn rows.

Sam, let the police find him!" Scully cried. "We need to get out of this storm! We'll come back when it lets up!

Were almost there!

Elise's car stopped shaking, and the sighs of relief were audible. They were cut short, though, when the entire area was bathed in a bright light that seemed to come from everywhere. They both looked around frantically, but could see nothing. Mulder saw right away that Elise was panicked beyond reason, and in danger of hyperventilating.

I c-can't do this," she said, shaking her head.

Calm down.

You don't know! I can't...I can't let-

Mulder was getting that feeling again, that feeling something was begging for him to notice it. Near panic himself, though, he couldn't spare time to ponder. When Elise grabbed his forearm, he looked over at her. Her eyes were wide with fear, and he could feel her violent trembling. Suddenly, she seemed fine. The change was almost eerie.

It's ok, Fox. she whispered calmly. We'll be ok. Slowly, she faced forward.

He stared at her, his heart beating wildly. So familiar...she was nine when she went into foster care... summers at Marthas Vinyard...We'll be ok, Fox...Sam?

What? she turned to face him.

Everything went black.

Scully came to first. Sam was beside her, his face in a puddle. As she pulled him out, she noticed with relief he was still breathing.

What happened?" he asked groggily.

I'm not sure. She didn't need to shout any more, the storm was fading.

Sam sat up, looked around, then sagged. he's gone.

We don't know-

I know. He dragged himself to his feet, then helped Scully up. It was just like last time.

You saw-?

No. I just know it. It was just like he said.

Sam, if that man lied about being your father, he lied about everything.

He didn't lie.

I don't understand. You never believed him before,

Sams face was lit by a quick flash of distance lightning. It looked infinitely tired and sad. that's just it. I think I always believed him. I think I knew he was my father all along, right from the beginning. I just didn't want to let myself believe.

But why did you treat him like that?

Because I wanted him to suffer for what he did to us. I didn't want him to be able to just walk in and take up where he left off. He didn't deserve it, after all this time. He began to lead the way back to the truck.

Well I'm still not convinced," Scully said, following. We'll find him. He can't have gone far.

You lost consciousness before I did. I saw him.

What- you saw him board a space ship?

No. He was there, in the light, and he said good-bye," he said he made a mistake, coming back, that all he was doing was holding me and mom back, and that we needed to go forward. Then the light got brighter, and I woke up on the ground. He helped her into the truck, got in, and cranked the engine. Pulling back onto the road, he headed for the farm house.

What are you going to tell your mother?

I don't know. This one may be too hard to take. He pulled into the drive. But I can take better care of her, this time. This time, she has someone to help her.

Scully wasn't sure what kind of help Sara Jarvis would need, but she rather suspected that a Long Island farmer wasn't quite up to the task.

That was it. The case was over. One more night on Long Island, and they would head back to DC in the morning. The police werent happy, and Mulder doubted the new spirit of cooperation he and Scully tried to convey was appreciated, but what could you do? It was all over. Well, almost. He kept glancing over at Elise as they drove to her place. She behaved as if nothing had happened. Problem was, he wasn't sure anything had. Mulder wondered just how much of what was running around in his head was imagination and wishful thinking.

As they pulled up to the house, Elise seemed tired. She sat in the dark, once the motor was cut off.

What?" he asked.

Nothing. Just decompressing.

What do you think happened?

I'm not plannin on thinkin about it at all.

Come on, McKenna. Something happened to us.

Lightning. The car must have been hit by lightning. that's why we passed out.

Really? What about this? He tore the dashboard fan off its Velcro. Did lightning put this fan back up here?

By the light of the streetlights, he could see her face pale and her eyes grow wide.

Let it go, man. she blurted brusquely, and got out of the car.

I don't think so, McKenna. he followed her to the house. I think we need to talk.

Nothing to talk about. She went in, flicking on every light she passed.

You look pretty shook up to me.

Lightning does that.

So do some other things.

Like what?! she suddenly turned on him, angry. You think we were abducted by freakin aliens? you're nuts, man! Nothing happened. No sunburn, no missing time, no hot-spots on the car, noFor an unbeliever, you seem to know an awful lot about this stuff.

I read, ok? In line, at the supermarket.

Sounds like you did a little more reading than that.

What is your problem? What the hell are you getting at?

You called me Fox.

It's your name, isn't it?

I called you Sam, and you answered.

You called me-? I thought you saw Sam Jarvis! Look, what- Just as suddenly as it arose, Elise's anger faded. you're way off base, man.

she said quietly.

Am I? You went into the foster system when you were nine. My sister disappeared when she was nine.

Mulder, Elise put a hand on his shoulder, I'm not your sister.

Why were you so afraid? Why did you tell me We'd be alright? You knew what was going on, you remembered.

Let it go.

Why did you lie about not knowing your parents?

Elise sighed and tried again. Sit down.

Answer me. Why-

Will ya siddown?! she shouted, then turned away. Just for a minute, ok? I'll explain.

Mulder sat down, cautiously.

Geez, you can be such a pain. Elise grabbed a framed document off the wall. And not very observant. This is my highschool diploma. Either I was a child prodigy who looked alot older than I was, or I couldn't possibly be your sister.

Mulder took the diploma, and read the date: June 1978. After letting it sink in, he slowly set the diploma down. I'm sorry," he muttered.

Elise sat beside him and took the diploma, setting it out of the way.

It's ok. You never stop looking, do you. You see hints and possibilities everywhere.

That about sums up my life. Is it that obvious?

No. It's like that with me and my parents. She got up and walked over to the window, watching the storm die. One morning, in my perfect little nine-year-old life, I went down stairs for breakfast and found myself orphaned.

They were dead?

They were gone. All their stuff was still there, right down to my mothers glasses on the night stand. Nothing was missing, except them and their night clothes. The slippers were still next to the bed. They just...ceased to exist. She turned back to face him. I was sure they'd come back. I kept things running until all the utilities were shut off and they sent someone to check things out. Everyone was pretty private back then, none of the neighbors asked any questions.

Your fathers job?

I told them there was a family emergency. My imaginary aunt Tilly, who was watching me, spent alot of time taking imaginary showers. I was old enough to half-assed fend for myself. I couldn't pay bills, though.

So the jig was up, and off to the state I went.

Was there an investigation?

Sure, but I probably obliterated any evidence left behind. I wanted the house nice and clean when my parents got back.

Mulder sat forward, his face in his hands. Pretty rough.

Yeah. Now you know why I'm such an ass hole.

He grinned up at her. Sure, but what's my excuse?

Ah, yer not so bad. She sat back down beside him. I wouldn't have minded having you for a brother. Especially since you don't live here.

Gee, thanks. he sat back. So why did you suspect UFO abduction?

I suspected everything.

You don't remember anything about the night before?

Nothing.

Try regression therapy?

No thank you.

McKenna, it might help you remember. It helped me.

She looked away. I don't think I want to remember. Shit, look at what it turned you into. I don't want that. If that's what happened, I don't want to know.

So you're happy sticking your head in the sand?

Happy? No. The question is, would I be happier knowing what happened, and that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it? Would I be happier knowing that I lucked out because some how I'm an unacceptable speciman? Or that maybe they did something to me? she shuddered. I know I don't have much of a life, but I'd kinda like to cling to what I have.

He thought it over. Maybe you're right. I know things would be different for me if I didn't know. As to whether or not they'd be better, I don't know. I know it was driving me crazy when I didn't know, when I started to remember.

They sat there silently for awhile.

Well, I know I'm totally bummed. Elise sighed. Guess we should turn in.

Yeah. Scully and I want to catch an early flight.

You know where everything is.

Sure.

She got up and headed for her bedroom.

He worried about his friend the next day, she seemed to have lost all the wind out of her sails. Since kicking himself was one of his favorite pastimes, it wouldn't have taken much to make him feel guilty for her deflated spirits. When she actually embraced him at the airfield, looking not-quite-but- almost misty-eyed, he felt like a true heel. Of course in the plane, when Scully peeled the King Geek sign off his back, he felt much better. Elise was always going to be Elise.

Later that day, after tacking the sign up on his office wall, he sifted through his mail. The documents about Elise's time in the foster care system were in, and they backed up everything she had said. Satisfied, he shuffled the photocopies into his briefcase.

Since when is Elise McKenna an X-File? Scully asked. I mean, I know shes inexplicably weird, but...

He explained about Elise's parents.

And she asked for your help?

Not exactly.

Stay out of it, Mulder. Somehow I don't think shell appreciate you prying in her personal life.

Come on, Scully: are you going to try to tell me you wouldn't be glad to have an excuse to take a trip back up to Long Island now and then?

I don't need an excuse. I have a date.

Oh, really? I thought you told me old Sam was pretty upset. Apparently, he wasn't as upset as you implied.

"It'll take him awhile to get over what happened," she admitted, "but Sam Jarvis isn't the kind of person who takes time out to examine his feelings. He just gets on with life."

"How definitively macho."

"You don't have to get testy about it."

"Testy? Did you really say that?"

Scully paused, shook her head, and decided it was a good time to take a break. She knew this mood of his, and she knew it was fruitless to try to deal with him like this.

Mulder watched her go, then rested his chin on his hands. Great. Nothing like spreading the misery. He supposed what he really needed was to retreat to a neutral corner and lick his wounds, but in light of Sam Jarvis tough guy act, he couldn't seem to justify it. He just wished...

He just wished it hadnt felt so RIGHT. He was so sure. Well, reasonably sure. The fact that he never noticed the highschool diploma hanging in plain sight, told him he was really losing a grip on his objectivity. But, hell: that particular nerve had been tweaked so often lately, irrationality had become a reflex. Elise was right, Samantha's ghost was seeming to pop up everywhere.

His eyes wandered across the cluttered wall, and rested on the King Geek sign. He couldn't help but smile.

"Nothing like family, to bring you back to earth. Thanks for the dose of perspective," he muttered, touched the sign, and got back to work.

"He destroys everyone he touches, doesn't he." Louis kicked his way through the scattered trash until he stood in front of Elise.

"Lay off of him," Elise muttered, looking up. "It's not his fault."

"Oh, no, it never is. It just seems to work out that way."

"You are so fucking supportive."

"And you're getting soft. Someone brings up mommy and daddy, and you fall apart."

Elise shot him a look, then got up from the easy chair.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked, following her through the house.

"On a trip."

"Elise-"

She stopped short and turned on him. Gonna get in touch with my roots, "Louis," she said with mock brightness. "I've decided to follow up on that tip you gave me."

"Wisconsin? Now?"

"Why the fuck not? it's not like I have anything else to do."

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the upper arms and forced her to face him.

Rather than bellow with anger, his voice was even and calm. Rather than shooting sparks of rage, his eyes were dull and dead-looking. Still, there was no mistaking his mood. "I've had enough of this, Elise. I've given you latitude. I let you have your way. Now it's time to let me have my way. you're coming back to Sedona with me, and you're dropping the rest of this crap."

Elise smiled coldly. "Either beat the shit out of me, Louis, or let me go."

Louis shoved her away and backed up. He knew better than to fall for that one. "Fine. Whenever you're good and god-damned ready. Just don't expect to find things the same as you left them, when and if you ever get around to coming back." He stormed for the door, but paused once he got there. "Dammit, Elise-" he said, his back still turned. "Would you really throw everything away?"

"You have to have something first, before you can throw it away."

He left without a single backward glance.

Elise kicked at a bottle and cursed. "And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, she said. is how you burn a fucking bridge."