FF: "Firstborn." (Chapter 7/?)

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TITLE: "Firstborn." (Chapter 7/?)
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@xxxxxxxxxxx
CATEGORY: X-Files/Buffy the Vampire Slayer X-over.
RATING: PG13-R
SUMMARY: A pair of murders and a kidnapping in Sunnydale strikes close
to home with Agent Scully and the Scooby Gang. Can they work together to
solve the case before a young girl dies?
SPOILERS: Consider anything up to and including Season 3 on BtVS or
Season 6 on the X-Files fair game.
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"Firstborn." (cont.)
By: Ellie Dee


Chapter 7.


"What do you mean, Buffy is the Chosen One? That sounds like the title
to a bad Roger Corman movie," said Scully.

"I know it sounds pretty strange, but, if you can learn to accept the
fact that vampires exist. It's not all that hard to accept the idea
that mankind would have it's own champion," replied Rhonda Brenner.

The wife of Agent Brenner was roughly the same age as her husband. A
very active and healthy woman, she was also attractive in that full
figured way. So much so Mulder could easily see here stepping out of a
painting by Rubens.

When Mulder and Scully had arrived at the Brenner house they had been
greeted by the Sunnydale SAC's wife. After introductions had been
exchanged Mrs. Brenner or Rhonda as she preferred to be called, led
Mulder and Scully into the kitchen while her husband went upstairs to
say goodnight to their children.

Sitting across from Mrs. Brenner, Scully felt as if she were being
watched over by a kindly aunt. Rhonda had politely ignored both her
and Mulder's protests, serving them heaping platters of homemade
spaghetti and garlic bread. And had then proceeded to make sure that
they ate.

"Look Scully, call it a genetic predisposition towards near physical
perfection and heightened senses. Think of her as a mutation, but for
whatever the reason Buffy comes from a long line of young women who
seem to have the edge on fighting vampires."

Remembering what she had seen in the fight Scully had to grudgingly
agree. "It's just that this is a little hard to swallow."

"True, but believe me, Buffy Summers is a Vampire Slayer."

"But why were the vampires trying to capture her?" Scully asked.

Mrs Brenner appeared to ponder this for a few moments, "I really don't
know. I can see them killing her, but trying to capture her just makes
no sense."

Just as he was finishing his second plate Mulder heard his cell phone
go off.

"You can take it in the living room if you like Mulder," offered
Rhonda.

Smiling his thanks, Mulder rose from the kitchen table and headed out
into the other room.

"Mulder."

"Agent Mulder, this is Assistant Director Skinner. I'm sorry to be
calling you so late."

"No problem sir, Scully and I were just finishing up dinner."

"Let me guess, you're at Agent Brenner's."

"Yes sir, how did you know?"

"Let's just say I know how Mike Brenner operates. Chili?"

"Uh, no sir, spaghetti."

For a few seconds the only sound Mulder could hear was something like
"mmmm." Must be static on the line, he thought.

Finally Skinner continued, "Yes, well Agent Mulder the reason I'm
calling is that I've come across some information that might be of use
to you and Agent Scully."

"We appreciate that sir. What were you able to come up with?"

"A name, Rupert Giles. He was once the curator of the British Museum.
He is also an expert on the occult and the supernatural, and at one
time or another has assisted Scotland Yard, MI5 and the Bureau."

"Did you say, Rupert Giles?"

"Yes Agent Mulder. Why?"

"I think I attended some of his lectures while I was a student at
Oxford."

"Did your man stutter badly?"

"Well, yes sir."

"That's Ripper," added Skinner definitely.

"Ripper?"

"Forget I said that Mulder. It's an old name from his college days."

"Yes sir. Do you have a phone number we can contact Mr. Giles at?"

"I can do better than that Mulder. At present Rupert Giles is the
librarian at Sunnydale High School."

"Excuse me sir, but why is a former Curator of the British Museum
working as a high school librarian?"

His voice rising somewhat, Skinner replied, "How should I know Agent
Mulder. Maybe he just likes books!"

"Yes sir, well...Thank you. We'll get in touch with him tomorrow."

"Very well Agent Mulder, I must be going. Please give my regards to
Agent Brenner and his family."

Putting away his phone, Mulder headed back to the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen Scully and Mrs. Brenner looked up and
stopped talking.

"Who was it Mulder?" asked Scully as Mulder sat back down at the table
and resumed eating.

"El Queso Grande," replied Mulder in a very bad Spanish accent around
the last of his garlic bread.

This brought a confused look to Scully's face until Rhonda Brenner
spoke up.

"The Big Cheese?"

Then it dawned on Scully, "Skinner."

"Oh how is Walter? We haven't heard from him since Becky's birthday
last month."

Scully started to reply but instead let out a great yawn.

"Oh excuse me. Sorry but it's been a long day for me." Looking at her
watch she realized just how late it was. "Mulder, we've got to get
going if we want to get any sleep tonight."

"You're right Scully. Rhonda, I hate to impose, but could we speak to
your husband for a few minutes? We really do need to be going."

Mrs. Brenner then led the two X-File Agents upstairs to one of the bed
rooms. There they found Brenner asleep, sitting on one of the kids
beds. A copy of the "Hobbit" was on his chest and his three children
were laying next to him.

The older woman motioned for Mulder and Scully to follow her out into
the hall. "I'll let Mike know you had to leave. Don't worry, you can
see him at the office tomorrow."

*****

Dr. Grant was returning to her office. It had been a long exhaustive
day. But on the whole a very rewarding one.

Opening the door she immediately noticed a familiar odor.

"I was about to call you sir."

"What have you found doctor?" asked Cancerman.

"Well sir, the tests are far from conclusive. But I feel it's safe to
say that the key is genetic in origin."

"How can that be? The girl isn't part of any of our breeding experi-
ments."

"No sir, she appears to be the product of good old fashioned repro-
duction. Her abilities are the result of simple random chance."

"And since she isn't part of an organized experiment we have little
information to go on. So I am requesting that an effort be made to
bring in the girl's mother for comparative tests."

Somewhat exasperated, Cancerman replied, "Doctor Grant I already told
you, the Rosenbergs were killed in an accident shortly before the girl
was brought in."

"I'm not talking about the Rosenbergs sir. I mean the girls real
parents."

A confused expression crossed Cancerman's face, taking the cigarette
from his mouth he asked, "Real parents? What are you talking about?
The Rosenbergs were her parents."

Realizing the misunderstanding Dr. Grant continued, "Actually sir,
they weren't. When we first noticed the girl was absorbing Ground
Force Radiation I had a test performed to check the absorption rate."

"The results were so odd that I had a comparison made with the
Rosenbergs records from when they joined the project."

"And," prompted Spender Sr.

"And there was no connection. The DNA markers showed apart from being
human, there was no genetic relationship. The Rosenbergs were not the
girls parents."

"Are you sure?"

Taking some transparencies from a folder, the doctor placed them on
her desk in front of the Project Leader.

"The markers circled in red are indicative of a parent/child relation-
ship. If you overlay the sheets you'll see that none of the markers
match up. With this type of test and these results there is less than
one chance in 500 million that the test could be wrong."

Damn them! I never knew anything about this, thought Cancerman.
Putting out his cigarette in a saucer on the doctors desk, he took
another from his ever present pack. After lighting it and taking a
deep, thoughtful pull, he continued.

"So where does that leave us?"

Being able to give her supervisor some good news, Dr. Grant broke
into a smile.

"Oddly enough, in pretty good shape. When I realized the girl was
probably adopted I had Research check out adoption records from around
the time she was born."

"And you came across the proper records already?" he asked.

"No sir. While Research was checking things out, one of my assistants
found copies of the girls adoption records in with the files your team
brought from the Rosenberg house."

Surprised, Cancerman asked, "Have you been able to come up with any-
thing about the parents?"

"Yes sir, we've been able to do a partial check. The father was one
Donald Clark, a physicist with one of the government Space Defense
Initiative projects. He was killed during a test four years ago."

"And the mother?"

"Alive and well. She graduated and then went on to become a Medical
Doctor. The funny thing is she now works for the FBI."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Cancerman.

Shaken by her supervisors response, Dr. Grant handed him the folder
and continued. "Yes sir, the mother is one Dana Katherine Scully, a
Special Agent with the FBI."

Looking through the folder Spender Sr. could see that the test results
spoke for themselves. A comparison of the Rosenberg girl's DNA and
samples of Agent Scully's, from when she was a guest of the project,
showed that they were indeed mother and daughter.

"Doctor," he said, getting her attention. "This information doesn't
leave your sight. It is not to be discussed, at all."

"But sir that will make it very difficult for my team to work. We need
to be able to freely exchange information. Also it would help greatly
if we could do a comparative study of mother and daughter."

"I'll see what I can do about acquiring the services of Dr. Scully.
But as far as you and your team are concerned. If any of this file
gets out, all of you will become part of our Tunisian research
facility. An ACTIVE part."

Returning the file to Dr. Grant's desk, Cancerman headed for the door.
Pausing he spoke, "Continue your tests doctor, but consider speed to
be of the essence."

"Sir, if we move too quickly, it could kill the girl."

Standing silently for some seconds, Cancerman took a deep drag. Let-
ting it out he said, "You have your orders doctor." He then turned and
left the room.


End of Chapter 7.


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