FF: "Firstborn." (Chapter 4/?)

["Elaine Dalier'" <ellie_dee@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

8 June 2001
0225Hrs.
Dear List Buds,

Sorry about the wait, but between graduation and work, I'm trashed!
I hope all of you continue to enjoy this. I love the feedback! If
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TITLE: "Firstborn." (Chapter 4/?)
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 Scoobie 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.
DISCLAIMER: Any characters you've heard mentioned on TV were created and
owned by Joss Whedon, Chris Carter, Fox, and WB. They just decided to
come visit and play with the beings inhabiting my rather warped mind.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just please let me know where it goes and try to keep
my name and Email on it.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!!!! This is my drug of choice and I really need a fix.



"Firstborn." (cont.)
By: Ellie Dee

Chapter 4.


SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA
2021Hrs.

Scully and Mulder entered the Sunnydale FBI Field Office, both were
exhausted. Hot and tired, they had spent the last two hours driving up
from Los Angeles.

At the front desk they were greeted by a young oriental wearing a big
smile and a Navy sweatshirt underneath his FBI windbreaker. The name
plate on the desk read Ted Nomura.

As the agent checked their ID's Scully looked him over and was struck
by how young he appeared. With his crew cut and the glasses he was
wearing he could easily pass for a college freshman or a high school
senior.

She also noticed that even though the agent was only a little taller
than she was, say maybe 5'6", he had a very broad chest that filled
out his sweatshirt and jacket.

He must be wearing Kevlar underneath, thought Scully. I just hope
he's not some kind of cowboy. As with most field agents, Scully
rarely wore body armor other than on raids. And generally regarded
those who wore it all the time as just looking for trouble.

Returning their ID's the young agent directed the two X-File agents to
a large table at the rear of the room. In front of which they found a
large, dark haired man drinking coffee, while studying a map of the
Sunnydale area.

As they reached the table the big man spoke without turning, "What is
it?"

Taking the lead Scully extended her hand, "I'm Agent Dana Scully and
this is my partner Agent Fox Mulder. We were assigned by Assistant
Director Skinner to help you with the investigation into the Rosenberg
abduction."

Turning to face them, the big man chewed on his nonregulation mustache
for a second or two as he looked Mulder and Scully over.

Somewhat sarcastically he said, "Ahhh, so you two are the Pro's from
Dover." Then a tired grin spread across his face and he continued,
"Good! We can use all the help we can get."

Taking Scully's hand he engulfed it in his own, "Evening, the name's
Mike Brenner." He rumbled, shaking their hands. "I'm what passes for
SAC around here."

As Brenner shook hands with them, Scully took a good look at her
temporary boss. Standing there without a jacket, his shirt sleeves
rolled up, he didn't look like most the FBI agents she and Mulder
worked with. Most agents they met spent much of their time trying to
look like models or reading the FBI manuel to make sure their memos
were properly typed.

Brenner didn't look like a model, he looked like a cop or maybe an
ex-rugby player who became a cop. Not as tall as Mulder, he was much
broader across the chest. His biceps threatened to tear the seams of
his shirt. Scully could easily see him picking up people and throwing
them into walls, if not through them.

And as far as reading the FBI manuel, Scully was sure her first
impression about Brenner was right. He had read it... sometime while
at the Academy. Then he probably threw it into the nearest trash can.

"So, would you two like some coffee?" the big man asked.

"No, I've got too little blood in my caffeine stream as it is," Mulder
replied, while Scully merely shook her head.

"Well, let's go to my office and talk over a few things."

Leading the way, Brenner ushered Mulder and Scully into a small but
efficient office. "Grab a seat," he said as he shut the door.

As Brenner was making his way around his desk to his chair, Mulder
took some time to look around the office.

Brenner didn't seem to be big into decorating. There was an abstract
water color hung on the wall behind his chair. Other than that there
were three framed pictures on his desk and the American flag in a stand
next to it.

No trophy wall, no photos of famous people. Overall fairly spartan,
Mulder felt it was fairly safe to guess that the senior agent lived
for his work and wasn't in this for the glory.

After he settled into his chair, Brenner began, "Tell me, what did you
two do to piss Skinner off enough, for him to send you out here?"

Scully and Mulder glanced at one another before she replied, "Actually
sir, we volunteered. We were present when you called the Director. And
based on some files that we had come across concerning Sunnydale we
felt that we would be best suited to assist your people."

"What kind of files are we talking about?"

Picking up the conversation, Mulder continued, "For the most part
unexplained events; instances involving the paranormal or the super-
natural."

A curious look passed over Brenner's face before he said, "That sounds
like the X-Files."

"Yes sir," continued Scully, "that's mine and Mulder's present assign-
ment."

"So, you're the poor bastards who were stuck with that mess," said
Brenner with sympathy in his voice.

"Sir I may not always agree with Mulder's conclusions. But I do feel
that the X-File cases we investigate deserve at least a cursory
examination."

"Agents you misunderstand," began Brenner, "I've seen some strange
things in my life that I can't explain rationally. And I know how
responsive the Bureau leadership is to new ideas. Based on the type of
cases you investigate, you two probably feel like you spend most of
your time banging your heads against a wall."

Taking a large sip of coffee from the mug in front of him, Brenner
continued, "So do you feel there is some sort of occult tie in to this
case?"

Pausing a moment, Scully replied, "Actually sir we don't know. It's
just based on this towns history Mulder and I had to consider the
possibility. And be prepared to deal with some sort of a cult."

"I take it then," said Brenner, "you don't believe a cult of Indian
assassins are loose in our fair town?"

"Uh, no sir," supplied Mulder, "the Thuggee were simply an example of
ceremonial killings for Director Skinner."

"I see." said Brenner as he leaned back in his chair and took another
sip from his mug. "Why don't you two tell me a little about your
selves."

Sharing a glance first, Mulder began. "I'm a Psychologist by training.
I earned a PhD before I was recruited by the Bureau."

"What school?" Brenner interrupted.

"Oxford sir."

Brenner nodded thoughtfully as he told Mulder to go ahead.

"Until I started working the X-Files I mainly worked in Violent Crimes
and BSU as a profiler."

"A profiler huh? Well, we can definitely use one." added Brenner as he
looked Mulder over. After several seconds he turned and asked, "What
about you Scully?"

"I'm a Medical Doctor specializing in Forensic Pathology. Prior to
working on the X-Files with Mulder I taught at the academy for a few
years."

"So how did you two end up working together?"

Looking at each other again, both Mulder and Scully broke into grins.

"Well sir, I was originally assigned as Mulder's partner in an attempt
to debunk his work. My undergraduate degree was in Physics and it was
felt I would be able to lend a scientific point of view to our inves-
tigations."

"I take it there is no animosity between you?" Brenner asked.

"If it wasn't for Scully sir, there would be no X-Files. She keeps me
honest and any arguments we might have only help us to look at both
sides of a case."

"Alright, let me tell you a little about myself and how we do things
around here."

"As far as most of the Bureau is concerned I'm an asshole. If my
language offends you Agent Scully, I'm sorry. But this is who I am. I
don't mince words, I say what I think and feel."

"I'm not a diplomat, I'm a cop. I've been one my entire adult life. I
value results over methods. As a result I've stepped on quite a few
toes and seriously bent if not broken my fair share of laws."

"With that in mind, I think you should understand that as far as I'm
concerned an acceptable mission is Miss Rosenberg returned unharmed. A
successful mission is none of my agents are hurt, Miss Rosenberg is
returned unharmed and those Bastards who took her are either dead or
in jail. Any questions?"

Mulder could see from the look on Brenner's face that the man was
quite serious. He expected to see the girls kidnappers behind bars or
dead. What surprised Mulder wasn't that this was the same look he
could see on Scully's face, but the intensity of that look.

"Actually sir the only question I have right now is about the
autopsies. Have they been conducted yet? If so I would like to review
the findings and if not I would like to perform it."

"Well Scully you're in luck. There was a problem in the Coroners
office, so the autopsies are on hold," said the Sunnydale SAC as he
rose from his chair and made his way to the door of his office. "Let
me get the agent who has been coordinating things with the Coroner."

Looking out the door he called to a nearby agent. "Ramierez, where's
Nomura?"

"Don't know Jeffe'. He got a call and took off out of here with Dawn
and Karen. Said they had an errand to run for Doc Davis over in
Carlton."

"Ok, thanks."

"Well that will have to wait till tomorrow. Then we can get up with
Agent Nomura.

"Wasn't he the one who greeted us at the door when we arrived?" asked
Mulder. "He looked like he should still be in high school."

Shaking his head Brenner continued, "Don't be fooled by his looks. Ted
joined the Bureau after ten years in the SEAL's. He spent his twenty-
first birthday in the Iraqui desert. The boy can get in damn near any-
where."

"Look it's getting late, why don't we run by the Rosenberg's house and
you can take a look around. Then we can call it a day."

Seeing Scully nod in agreement, Mulder turned to Brenner, "Sounds
good."

"Fine," said Brenner as he grabbed his canvas brief bag from behind
his desk, and led them out the door.

*****

Willow was flying.

Gliding through the sky she could see animals running across the
ground. Rolling over she could see the birds and the clouds above her.

Stretching her arms out she could feel the wind rush over her as she
flew. She felt so free and happy, the Power flowed through her,
filling her with a pleasant, joyous warmth.

I wonder what she's dreaming about, thought the senior doctor as she
observed the young redhead in the test chamber.

Hearing the door to the room open, the doctor could now detect the
acrid odor of Morleys.

"Thank you for coming so quickly sir," she said turning to the new
arrival.

"Doctor this had best be important, I have no time to waste on...."
Cancer Man began to reply. Then he caught sight of the Rosenberg girl
inside the test chamber. But instead of laying on the exam table she
was floating almost three feet above it.

Naked but for various wires and contacts connecting her to devices
around the room. The girl's skin was incredibly pale under the room's
harsh white light.

"Doctor Grant," said the older man in an anger filled voice. "What do
you think you're doing? You have no authorization to be using any sort
of AG units. Don't you have any idea what effect prolonged exposure
has on an unshielded body?"

"As a matter of fact, yes sir I do. I did the autopsies of some of the
technicians who had been exposed to a faulty Anti Grav Generator. The
thing is we're not using AG equipment, she's doing that on her own."

"What?" asked Cancer Man incredulously.

"Just what I said sir, she's doing this on her own."

"But how? I had assumed she had some sort of precognitive ability, are
you saying that she is also a Telekenetic?"

"Actually she is far more than a Precog. or a TK," said the doctor.
"It appears that the girl has access to a vast array of latent
abilities."

"After you and I looked in on her I went and reviewed the tapes of her
cell. Then one of my assistants mentioned the odd readings that they
had picked up."

"What sort of readings?"

"Ground Force Radiation."

"You're saying that this girl can tap into GF Radiation?" asked Cancer
Man in shock, as his cigarette fell from his mouth. "To what degree?"

"While we were watching her in her cell she was registering about
level 1. At the moment she's pushing level 2.5.

Staring at the girl in the chamber, Cancer Man reached into his pocket
with a shaking hand. Removing his ever present pack of Morleys he took
out a cigarette and carefully lit it. Taking a ragged draw, he thought
to himself, Mother of God. The Triangles at Area 51 only use Ground
Force Radiation at level 3.


End of Chapter 4.


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