The truth is right there

A story featuring the X-Files, John-Luc Picard, and a man who is a Terminator. This takes place in 1992. The X-Files takes place in a reality where Star Trek is fictional but what if there was a twist? A twist that mostly would sound like a lunatic's rambling to Scully. A twist that leads a Terminator who resembles Q to appear? Well, it all starts one day when a T-800 was beamed aboard the Enterprise . . .

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8. Deep throat

. . . 7:49 PM. . .

. . . Parking center part of a mall . . Texas, Dallas. . .

Deep Throat was a man. A unusual man who often times lied and often times told Mulder and Scully the truth. This time he had contact Mulder, separately, at the motel to meet him regarding their current case. Now here Mulder is waiting in the dark in his trench coat. He never smoked, really, bad for his health. He never had a interest in smoking.

Never.

Ever.

Mulder associated smoking to The Smoking Man commonly seen in Assistant Director Walter Skinner's room. Well, that is just one excuse after all. He sighed, looking down to his watch. Was he coming at all? He lowered his wrist down then looked side to side. He was where Deep Throat requested.

"Did you come alone?" Came a rather familiar voice.

Mulder turned in the direction of Deep Throat.

"Yes," Mulder said. "I did."

"I heard you met Qreg," Deep Throat said. "You have no idea what he is into, do you?"

"I have a little idea," Mulder said. "Which is a reasonable one."

"Leave it to you to assume so quickly," Deep Throat said. "This man has been around for a long time."

Mulder blinked.

"You met him?" Mulder asked.

Deep Throat nodded.

"On a case, I did," Deep Throat said. "He was there. I saw a pattern. I followed him. Then I saw something I never should have seen."

"What did you see?" Mulder asked.

"A man arrived in a glass ball: naked, knelt down." Deep Throat said.

"A Terminator." Mulder said.

"He took out a large gun and shot right into its face," Deep Throat said. "I approached Qreg afterwards and asked if he wanted to help. He was wary at first until I told him he would be making a great contribution to his nation by helping."

"What happened?" Mulder asked.

"He back stabbed us by killing another one thirteen years later," Deep Throat said. "He refused to let us get any salvageable remains. . .I later found out why he was that way." Mulder raised a eyebrow.

"One of them tried to kill me. Then he popped up, along with a young man. I think his name was Charles Connor. Qreg saved my life that day. The T-800 was dressed up and blended so well I didn't think he was a threat. . . Not until the machine took a handgun out and repeated my designation to me then asked if that was my name." Deep throat briefly closed his eyes. "I owe my life to that man."

Mulder was taken back at that.

Deep Throat could still remember that day.

In fact, he never forgot it.

Deep Throat recalled the whole head of the Terminator simply exploding pieces making him unrecognize-able. The red glint disappearing from the eyes of the machine standing before him. Across from him that was a young blonde man standing beside Qreg. He was very freaked out, apparently, and he wanted to ditch this joint. Qreg had that serious but justified kind of expression on his face. But it wasn't a emotional one. In fact he held no emotion.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Charlle said.

"There is a second one," Qreg said. "You should really move to Los Angelese. You will easily get lost in the crowd."

"I can't just pack up my belongings and leave my family because there are killer robots after me!" Charles shouted. "I am not a city man! City is not my style! Just because a kid I am related to ensures the survival of humanity does NOT mean I can drop out of my life for him!"

"Take them with you and change your name to Charles Connor," Qreg said, holding the man's hand by the wrist. "If you believe that you will come back then you are very wrong." Charles tried to break free from his grip demanding he let to. "Come back and you are dead. Just imagine the headlines saying The Krauster Family returns after two years missing. Boom. You are dead that night. I will not be there to protect you. No one will believe your story in fact they will just ask if you are a communist, part of some deal with Russia or one of the Vietnam's, or a terrorist losing his mind!"

Deep Throat was stunned to see this coming from a man that he knew for thirteen years.

"Let GO!" Charles shouted, then he fell back on the dirt with his back to the floor.

Qreg stared down at the young man.

"Your two children will never grow up to see the day their father goes into the courtroom and defends a black man, they will NEVER see the day they have children, no grand children, no one hundredth birthdays, and life will never be the same for the next two hundred years!" Qreg shouted. "NOT EVER. Machines enslaving humans. Cries for help gone unheard. Two billion lives lost. All hope: gone. No resistance. The extinction of humanity will be imminent if you dare came back to Arizona. Do you understand me? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Charles stared at Qreg, pretty scared.

"I. . . I understand." Charles said, trembling like a leaf.

"Your family is humanity's only hope, Mr Connor, don't make me repeat that," Qreg said, with a hiss in his voice.

Deep Throat never saw that performance from Qreg, before, never.

"Then go to your family and start packing," Qreg said. "Tell them what they need to know. Starting tomorrow; you are not James Krauster. You are Charles Connor."

Charles got up on his two feet then ran on foot leaving Qreg and Deep Throat along with the corpse of a Terminator.

"You never told me that," Deep Throat said, stepping forward. "You never told me the perimeters of your mission."

Qreg turned his head toward Deep Throat.

"You see what I do and you try hard as you can to get another of them," Qreg said. "I won't let Skynet be invented early." He held the gun at Deep Throat's direction. "I am not in your alliance anymore. In fact I am employed by the Resistance against machines. That is my alliance. You can never top that."

"But you are a machine!" Deep Throat said. "Does that not make you the one who should kill themselves?"

Qreg had a furious expression on his face.

"I hope I never see your face again." Qreg said, lowering his gun then he went in the direction that Charles went.

Qreg walked away from Deep Throat.

"What happened?" Came a younger smoking man. "I see. . . He did it again."

"He did." Deep Throat said.

Then the sound of a gun shot drew their attention. The two agents took their guns out, almost at once, then aimed in the direction of the sound. The broad shoulders, the muscular body, and devastating figure came out dressed in army uniform that had been once on a manniquin. It fit his build really. The figure held a gun in their direction.

Topping that; their next-to-best Terminator expert has just deserted them.

"Agent G.C.B. Spender?" The T-800 asked in a thick Australian accent.

The two agents shot at the T-800's head.

The T-800 walked in their direction with ease acting as though it didn't even hurt him. Bit by bit the bullets peeled off the skin to the robot to display that hideous form of death in the shape of a metal skull with red eyes staring at their direction. He shot into Deep Throat's left leg and then his other leg. The young smoking man took out another gun then shot into the machine's private area being the groan.

Nope.

No affect.

"Damn machine!" The smoking man cursed.

The young smoking man stared in the direction of his imminent death.

Their bullets had been embedded into the pollyalloy of the skull making it appear as though he is a magnet for bullets.

The T-800 snatched the gun out of the young smoking man's hand then held him up by the neck.

"G.C.B. Spender?" The T-800 asked.

Surprisingly, the smoking man did not have a cigarette.

"Yeah, who is it to you?" The smoking man asked.

And then a loud bang followed by the T-800's head exploding made the grip loosen so enough that the smoking man fell back. He kicked the body of the Terminator right on its back. He looked over seeing Qreg staring at the Terminator's direction then he turned around and went in the direction Charles had gone. The smoking man had caught a good look of the man's face.

"Spender, I need some help here." Deep Throat said.

The smoking man took out a cigarette then lit it up  using a lighter. 

Mulder only had a nod.

"How did he influence?" Mulder asked.

"Influence us?" Deep Throat asked, raising a brow.

"Yes." Mulder said, with a nod.

Deep Throat lowered his eyebrow.

"We did testing," Deep Throat said. "And we were getting so close to making a human hybrid machine capable of taking anything. Once it was about to commence.   . . Qreg stepped out. If not by my interference. I told him it was going to happen and he didn't want that. He said, I quote, 'I cannot be in the middle of history on the spotlight'."

"What happened?" Mulder asked.

"Without him, the project failed," Deep Throat said. "Since there is on Terminator running around you must make sure it is destroyed."

"And how do I do that?" Mulder asked.

Deep Throat smiled.

"I am leaving that to you to figure out." Deep Throat said.

A black van rushed by and when it was gone; so was Deep Throat.

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