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From netnews.upenn.edu!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!psuvax1!news.pop.psu.edu!news.cac.psu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!uknet!wimbledon.dcs.hull.ac.uk!humus!dr5dmt Sat Oct 29 14:01:25 1994
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Path: netnews.upenn.edu!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!psuvax1!news.pop.psu.edu!news.cac.psu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!uknet!wimbledon.dcs.hull.ac.uk!humus!dr5dmt
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From: "D.M.Templeton" <dr5dmt@humus.ucc.hull.ac.uk>
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Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
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Subject: "watched"
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Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 13:31:42 +0000
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Organization: The University of Hull, UK
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Message-ID: <Pine.SUN.3.91.941027131145.25449E-100000@humus>
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Reply-To: D.M.Templeton@drama.hull.ac.uk
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NNTP-Posting-Host: humus.ucc.hull.ac.uk
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X-Sender: dr5dmt@humus
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here is probably an extremely cheesy attempt to write an
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X-files/Highlander crossover. i have a lot of free time so i'll try to do
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better next time. how the characters know each other i'll leave up to
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you (for now). please e-mail me and let me know what you think.@8^D
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usual diclaimer thingy here.
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Emile leaned against the car, idly rubbing the violet tattoo on her left
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wrist. `I wonder if this'll ever fade...' she mused, a wry smile on her
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lips. "Come on, Mulder, you haven't got forever, y'know." she muttered.
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The hair on the back of her neck started to rise. Casually, she looked
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to her right, then to her left, behind her... She saw him motioning to
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her from the mouth of the alley. No emotion on his face, just the slight
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beckoning hand. She looked around again for Mulder. He still wasn't
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there. Cautiously, she crossed the street, keeping an eye on the
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young-looking immortal before her.
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"Yes?" she said, thinking about curiosity and the cats' demises, as she
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stepped into the alley where he waited.
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"Message for you...Horton knows." he brushed his curly brown hair off his
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forehead, flashing a tattoo identical to hers.
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"Just me?" she asked, a sudden grim and angry look of hatred twisting her
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beautiful face.
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"Unsure. Judas says to trust no one." He started to turn away but
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stopped when she grabbed his arm.
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"I thought one of the MacLeods did for Horton. Where is he now?" Her
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grip was far stronger than appearances would make one think. The "boy"
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couldn't shake her off.
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"On his way." The "boy" held her gaze for a few seconds. She let him go
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and hurried across the street to where Mulder stood, watching the exchange.
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"What was that about?" he asked, looking down into Emile's eyes.
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"Just some friend of my sister's from Baltimore." she replied, knowing
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he'd know it was a lie but daring him to challenge her about it.
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"Oh. Ready to go?" Something in his eyes said that the matter wasn't
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closed.
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"As I'll ever be." she said as she got into the car. Mulder closed the
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door behind her and crossed to the driver's side.
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"Then let's go." he said as he buckled his seat belt. "Time's a-wastin'."
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The youthful immortal watched them drive off. There were six soft sounds
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and then a thump as the body hit the pavement. Two men in tan trenchcoats
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stuffed the body into a van parked nearby...a plain white van with
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government plates.
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Apparantly, someone else knew, too.
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okay, it's dodgy and not x-file-y enough yet but i'm working on it. just
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be patient and ignore the typos. thanks, d
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D.M.Templeton@drama.hull.ac.uk "I'd rather be a teapot than
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a long drink of water."-me
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