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 . . .


12. The X-File is Mulder

. . . August 1st . .

. . Mexico. . .

"Foox!" I shouted, running after the man's direction.

A Terminator had sucessuflly made a TIme Dispalcement Field under my watch and Fox Mulder was inside it. Hunter slammed his fist into my chest stopping me in my tracks sending me crashed to the ground. Mulder was out on the ground;. No. NO. NO! He was knocked out with a bruise on the side of his temple. He stepped his foot onto my back preventing me from going any further.



"NO!" I shouted, watching the disks flying around the unconsious man.

They took Mulder away last night.

In the middle of the night.

He has been drugged, likely.

"Mulder!" I screamed.

I heard a crack through my skin digging into my spinal constructive area. Data and John-Luc had gone to somewhere I did not allow them to tell me. Mulder was sent to the future where he will be interrogated and then be killed. They will make T-805, a Terminator based off Mulder. The machinery flew in all direction shortly following a explosion.

I struck against the interior of a wall.

I fel rage.

Rage worse than the one I encountered at the loss of George.

"NO!" I screamed, once more.

I forced my way out of the wall then slammed into Hunter grabing a pipe. I smashed into his head using the pipe. I was engulfed in rage. More rage than I ever had been feeling. It was like my heart had been smashed into two. That is if I did have a heart. Terminators cannot cry. Terminators can feel emotions, though. That, my friend, is a pain in the ass. I broke apart the T-800 piece by piece then smashed him to bits.

For so long I had tried to prevent his fate.

I failed.

"Mulder!" I shouted.

I smashed my fist into what remained of Hunter's chest.





. . . Wshington. . . DC. . .

. . . Mulder's apartment. . August 2nd. . .6:28 AM. .

In the middle of Mulder's living room appears a cackling sizzle ball. Then the glass ball vanishes breaking apart revealing a kneeling man with striking resemblence to Fox Mulder, well known FBI Agent capable of profiling criminals and investigating the unexplained with his partner Scully. The man stood up. His eyes were glowing red by the inside.

He goes over, turns the lamp on to reveal his much naked body, then scanned around the room.

The man got dressed then went into where there should be a empty a bedroom.

Numerous boxes fell out swarming around the man.

The man looked down with a frown on his face.

"Liar." The man said.

The man had expected a master bedroom with a queen sized bed, a large unneeded blanket, two pillows, a dog, a cat, and expensive rug underneath the bed. There would have been a mirror covered in 'alien' stickers ranging in size to their design. The man went ove to the phone on the desk then put in a phone number.

He put the phone close to his ear.

"Mulder?" Came Scully's voice on the other end.

"Hey Scully," Came Mulder's voice from the man. Mulder smiled. "I am back."

"Mulder, where are you?" Came Scully's concerned voice.

"In my apartment," Mulder said. "I just got back from my vacation."

"Welcome back, Mulder." Scully said.



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