Part six

 Title: Nothing Important 6: John Doe
By: Vickie Moseley
Summary: my version of Season 9, altered
considerably from what was seen on the television
screen.
Category: ST, MA, MSR, mytharc
Rating: One really naughty word (from Bill, of
course), nothing graphic
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure no body at 1013 would
claim this, but I'm not intending to infringe on any
copyright.
Thank you to Truthwebothknow1 for beta services
and cheerleading. Thanks to everyone who has
written -- I'm happy to scratch all those 'itches'.
The rest of this series can be found on my website:
www.vickiemoseley.freeservers.com
 

Author's Note: Since Carter and Spotnitz decided
to ignore all the valid laws of nature and the female
reproductive system, so have I. Mea culpa to my
high school and college biology teachers. If they
ever look me up, it will be with pitchforks in hand.
Author's Note 2: I apologize deeply for being late -
- a couple of other projects demanded immediate
attention. But the next one will be out at the first of
November. Honest. I mean it this time. Really.

 Nothing Important 6: John Doe


location unknown
time unknown

"Easy -- easy there. Just lie back, you have a nasty
bump on your head."

Mulder slowly blinked his eyes, but when that
proved too painful, he settled for squinting them in
against the harsh ceiling light. "Where am I?" he
demanded in a voice that was anything but fierce.

"You're in the Wasatch Mountains, just 30 miles out
of Salt Lake City," someone told him. The voice
was familiar, but the pain in his head kept him from
remembering it fully.

"No, I have to go back. I have to -- there's someone
in the compound. I have to get her out," Mulder
said, forcing himself to rise up on his elbows in
preparation of standing. He didn't get far when the
pain exploded and knocked him back to a reclining
position.

"Yes, Agent Scully. She's being held there. But
you were going about it all wrong. You were going
to get yourself killed," the voice said.

"doesn't matter -- not if Scully's in danger." He
breathed for a moment, then forced his eyes open.
"Who are you? How do you know her?"

"I know both of you, Agent Mulder. Or should I
just call you Fox?" The man behind the voice
stepped out of the shadows. It was none other than
Jeffrey Spender.

Mulder sat up, grabbing his head as the room spun
around him. "What the hell -- you're dead!"

"Not quite," Spender said, amusement in his voice.
"But it's not for lack of trying." When he stepped
fully into the light, Mulder flinched. The former
agent's face was pockmarked and scarred; most of
the damage appeared to be burn-related. "Our
father has a rather dry sense of humor."

"He's not my father," Mulder groaned and slowly
stretched. "Why did you nab me? I need to get
back there."

Spender put a restraining hand on Mulder's
shoulder. "I nabbed you for your own good. What
you were about to do was way too dangerous.
Besides, if you die -- well, let's just say there are
many, many individuals hoping for that exact
eventuality. It's my job to make sure it doesn't
happen."

Mulder looked up at him, askance. "Yeah, right.
You almost died and found religion, I'll bet. Tell
me another one, maybe one with the Easter Bunny."
He stood up, mostly as a show of strength, but
ended up swaying to the point where Spender had to
grab his arm before he collapsed to the floor. "Let
go of me!" he hissed.

"Mulder, look I know you have no reason to believe
me, but think back. I was shot because I told the
Bureau you were right. You call it 'finding religion'
-- I call it finding the truth. I was tortured in that
very compound you're so anxious to break into."

"All the more reason to go and save Scully," Mulder
bit out angrily.

"And if you don't save her? If all you do is get
captured yourself? How is that going to help her?
How will you protect your son from a cell -- or a
grave?"

"Been there, done that," Mulder growled.

"Be reasonable, for once in your sorry existence!"
Spender shouted.

Mulder reached over and grabbed Spender by the
collar, slamming him against the wall. "Look,
Goddamn you, I have to save her! Now, you will
let me go or I will kill you barehanded!"

"Mulder, it's already in the works," Spender gasped.

Mulder shoved him again. "What are you talking
about?"

"The plan is in place. It's going down right now.
You just have to be patient."

Inside the compound

Scully's eyes were barely open. She turned her
head toward the door. How long had she been out?
It seemed that was the pattern -- the lab-coated man
would enter, the pain would begin and escalate until
she passed out and then when she awoke, the whole
thing started again. Her throat was dry as dust and
she ached from engorgement. William. Just the
thought of his baby soft skin, the way he smelled
after a bath, the feel of his hand as he wrapped it
around her finger -- she missed him like a limb, a
part of her body.

And Mulder. What was he doing? She prayed he
wasn't doing something totally stupid -- like trying
to save her. If anything happened to him -- who
was she kidding? This time if anything happened to
Mulder she would follow him to the gates of hell.

Her thoughts were dark and brooding as the door
latch snicked and the door slowly opened. Blearily,
she stared at the doorway, waiting for her tormentor
to enter. When he did, he rushed over to her.

"Quickly. There isn't much time," he hissed. He
was impatiently tugging at her restraints, releasing
first her arms and then her legs. "Can you walk?"

"Why? Do I have to walk to my execution?" she
muttered.

"No, but I don't want to be seen carrying you," he
answered. "Hurry, they'll be coming soon."

Once standing on shaking legs, she pulled her arm
out of his grasp. "I won't go." She hauled back and
took a swing at him, almost knocking herself off
balance.

He smiled at her. "Very good, Agent Scully, but
now is neither the time nor the place. Unless you
want to stay here and wait for what they have
planned, I suggest you come with me."

"You're one of them, you bastard!" she hissed.

As she watched, his face changed -- melted and
morphed into first Skinner, then Kersh, then Mulder
and finally the face she knew from her nightmares -
- Jeremiah Smith. In an instant, it was back to the
lab-coated man. "I'm not one of them. Now, let's
hurry."

"I don't understand," Scully said, trying to get over
the shock and make her legs work. "How did you --
"

"All will be explained -- later. Now, we have to
move," Smith/Lab-Coat said.

At the doorway, he casually looked around.
Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he turned
left and started down a long hallway. At an
intersection of hallways, he turned right and she
could see a set of double doors. He steered her in
that direction.

Suddenly, a klaxon sounded loud in her ears. The
lights of the hallway dimmed and emergency lights
came on, almost blinding her. Jeremiah clutched
her tightly to his side. "Hurry," he whispered
urgently in her ear. "It's just a little farther."

They reached the double doors and Jeremiah pushed
on the release bar. Nothing happened. He shoved
harder on the metal bar in the center of the door. It
was locked. "We have to go back," he sighed.
They turned, Scully trying harder to keep up the
pace. When they got back to the intersection, Smith
went straight ahead. "It's longer this way, but it
should get us out."

The sound of boots on tile echoed behind them.
Jeremiah looked frantically around and then tugged
on Scully's arm, shoving her into a doorway alcove.
"Stay here, I'll try to divert them." He was gone
before she had a chance to voice her objection.

She pressed herself tighter into the doorway, hoping
to disappear. She heard Jeremiah, in the Lab-Coat
Man's voice, telling the soldiers he'd seen the
prisoner running. She could only trust he was
pointing in the opposite direction from where she
was hidden. There were shouted orders and soon
the boot-falls were moving away. Jeremiah
returned and took her hand. Together, they headed
off in the direction of another hallway.

"Once we're outside, there's a car just on the other
side of the fence. Do you think you can run?" he
asked worriedly.

"If it means getting out of here, I'll run the Boston
Marathon," she assured him breathlessly. It was
bravado, but she hoped she could make good on that
promise.

Along the last hallway, with a door marked 'EXIT'
looming in the distance, Scully noted the windowed
offices. Most were dark, but one at the end of the
hall was spilling light onto the tiled floor. "Is there
anyone in that office?" she asked, nodding ahead.

"Shouldn't be," Jeremiah answered shortly. "Want
me to check?" Just then, they heard more soldiers
coming toward them.

"No time," she said, shaking her head. "I'll just
duck down."

She crouched as low as she could and hugged the
wall. Her head just barely missed the window
casing at the bottom. When she looked up at her
companion, he had changed personalities again and
was now one of the uniformed men, pretending to
talk into a mic at his shoulder. He reached down
and gently squeezed her upper arm to assure her of
'real' identity.

As they reached the exit door, he touched the bar
and it immediately opened. She hurried out in front
of him, but not before she looked back into the
room they'd just passed. Out of the corner of her
eye she saw her one-time partner, John Doggett in
deep conversation with the real Lab-Coat Man and
none other than Billy Miles. She closed her eyes at
the sight.

"This must be how Mulder felt when he figured out
about Krycek," she murmured.

"What?" asked her companion.

"Nothing," she replied with a wave of her hand.
"Just get me the hell out of here."

Deep in the Wasatch Mountains

Mulder's eyes couldn't take in all that was
surrounding him. It looked like someone had taken
over old mining operations, but mining was not
what was going on. Computers, sophisticated labs,
communications centers were crammed into every
side shaft and cranny. There was one fairly large
cavern that he judged to be about the size of the
gymnasium at his local YMCA. It appeared to be
the operations center for the complex.

"What have you been doing, Jeffy?" he asked in
amazement.

Spender smirked, as much as he could through his
burn ravaged face. "Oh, a little this, a little that.
Actually, this isn't even my brain child."

"Your mother," Mulder said with sudden insight.

The younger man dipped his head and then raised it
in a sign of respect. "Yeah. Mom . . . Mom was
something else."

"Was? You mean -- "

"They got her. Finally. The 'miracle' that was her
hybridization was a hoax. She died about 3 months
ago. It was horrible, cancer riddled her whole body,
but she fought it to the end." His voice cracked, and
he cleared his throat before he continued. "But in
the time she had, after her escape, she put this
together."

"She escaped?" Mulder repeated. "She was taken
by -- "

"The colonists, yes. Just as you were."

Mulder shuddered as he remembered his own
abduction horror story. "But you said she escaped
them. How?"

"With a little help from our friends," Spender said
with a smile in his voice. He pointed toward a
corner lab area. "There's someone here who is very
anxious to meet you."

A man hunched over a microscope stood and turned
toward them. "Agent Mulder, it's indeed a
pleasure."

Mulder gasped and then slowly reached out to shake
the other man's hand. "Jeremiah?"

The older gentleman smiled grew brighter. "Well,
that is one of the names I go by here," he said. His
grip was firm. "I'm sorry if our methods were a bit .
. . extreme. How's your head?"

"Fine. I . . . " Mulder turned and looked around.
"You're not human," he said in a low voice.

Jeremiah stepped in and lowered his voice as well.
"Yes. I'm aware of that." When he stepped back he
had a huge grin on his face. "Agent Mulder, there is
much we need to talk about."

"Yes, I can see that. But first, what's being done to
get Scully out -- "

Jeremiah stopped him in mid sentence. "Look over
here," he said and pointed to a security system's
monitor. On it was a clear full-color image of a
humvee traveling at a good clip along a mountain
pass. In just a moment the image changed so that
the person in the passenger side came into view.

At the sight of the short, strawberry blonde hair,
whipped by the wind, Mulder let out a breath he'd
been holding for over 24 hours. "Scully," he gasped
and closed his eyes. It took him a minute to recover
from the overwhelming relief he felt. "Where are
they, who is she with?"

"A close friend. And they are about twenty minutes
away from here, headed this way -- if we can
ascertain that they aren't being followed."

"You knew she was in the compound?" he asked.

"Yes, we watched her approach. We wanted to
circumvent her capture, but she didn't give us any
opportunity. She just walked up to the front gate."

"Why would she do that?" Mulder asked, fully
realizing the only person who could answer that
question was still 20 minutes away.

Humvee
10 minutes out of Zero Base, Wasatch Mountains

Scully looked up at the rising mountain walls.
"This would be a great place for an ambush," she
said over the wind.

"Yes. That's why we've been under constant
surveillance for the past several miles," Smith
replied affably.

Jeremiah had dispensed with the 'lab coat' persona
once they had made it into the vehicle. He looked a
little overdressed in a tweed sport coat and tie, but
Scully was not going to complain. His deeply lined
face, soulful expression and calm speaking voice
served to set her jagged nerves at ease. However,
he was far better dressed than she was at that
moment. She plucked at her own hospital style
gown and frowned.

"There are some clothes in the back, if you'd like to
change," Smith suggested.

She glanced into the backseat and saw a bag.
Pulling it forward she found a set of scrubs and
some slip on shoes in her size. She looked back in
the back seat, noting that the windows were indeed
tinted. "Did you say 'constant surveillance'?" she
quipped.

"The front seat, yes. I think you'd be safe back
there," he assured her.

She climbed back, hunched down and dressed as
quickly as possible. When she crawled up to the
front again, Jeremiah was looking worriedly out the
rearview mirror.

"Company?" she asked, turning her gaze to the
passenger side mirror. There was a black SUV,
more than likely a Ford Expedition or Chevy
Suburban by the sheer bulk of the vehicle, kicking
up dust. It was then she heard the thrumming.
Looking up, she could see two black helicopters off
in the distance, gaining on them.

"Yes, and not the friendly kind, I'm afraid. I think
evasive action is necessary."

"Do you have any weapons?" she asked, keeping
her eyes glued to the images in the mirror.

"None that will be of any help to us at the moment,"
he answered cryptically. "See that outcropping
ahead?" He nodded out the windshield to a
formation of rock on the right hand side.

"Yes," she answered, shifting her eyes back to their
pursuers.

"If we can get there before we're overtaken, we're in
the clear."

"I don't see -- "

"Yes, Agent Scully. That is precisely the point.
You don't see. And neither will they until it's too
late. They won't be able to pursue us beyond that
point."

A machine gun strafe from one of the helicopters
caused Smith to jerk the humvee to the left. Flint
from the bullets hitting the rocks on either side
peppered the vehicle. Scully yelped and quickly
rolled up her window. She was pleased to hear the
'ping ping' of bullets ricocheting off the top of the
car -- without penetrating the metal.

"Armored?" she asked.

"Yes. You're bleeding," he nodded toward her
head. She checked herself in the vanity mirror. It
was a small cut, but as a head wound, it was
bleeding more than its size warranted. "Tissues are
in the glovebox," Smith directed.

"You've thought of everything," she replied, pulling
open the small compartment and finding a travel
pack of tissue. She held the paper up to her head
and once again tried to survey their situation via the
side mirror. "Where are they?" she asked.

"They veered off. I think they're circling for
another run at us."

"The car is gaining on us. We won't make the
outcropping," she said fearfully.

"Yes, we will," Smith ground out and put the gas
pedal all the way to the floor. The humvee engine
surged and the vehicle shot forward. Scully
watched in horror as the SUV behind them did the
same, matching them revolution for revolution. It
was going to be tight and the air assault was an
added mark against them.

"Agent Scully, hold on to that bar," Smith said,
nodding his head a fraction of an inch toward the
handle above her head over the door. She just had
time to grab it when there was a whoosh, similar to
a vacuum can opening but a hundred times louder.
In an instant, they were in a dark cave, still hurtling
along the rock floor.

Jeremiah took his foot off the gas pedal and eased
on the brake. When they slowed down, Scully
could see they were in an old mine shaft. There
were side shafts and lights along the top of the
support beams. When she looked back, she could
just make out some light, but it seemed dispersed,
like waves of heat in the desert.

"What the hell . . . "

"I can explain everything later. Right now we need
to get your head looked after," Smith said firmly.
He took one of the side shafts and after a few
hundred feet, pulled to a stop. "Are you all right to
walk?"

"I'm fine," Scully assured him, but when she opened
the door, she stumbled and had to grab hold of the
frame to keep from falling on her face.

"Let me call someone -- " Smith had no sooner
uttered the words when footsteps pounded toward
them from the far end of the shaft. When she heard
a frantic 'Scully!', she smiled for the first time in
nearly two days. But as much as she wanted to see
her partner, throw her arms around him and show
him how much he was missed, her body refused to
cooperate. Just before Mulder reached her, her eyes
rolled back in her head and she slumped to the floor
of the shaft.

"Scully!" he bellowed and pushed Jeremiah the
driver out of the way so he could lift her into his
arms. "Scully," he murmured, brushing her hair
from her forehead. "She's hurt," he accused angrily.

"C'mon, we need to get her to the infirmary,"
Spender said. He helped Mulder to his feet, not
daring to touch the woman in the man's arms. "This
way."

Compound outside Salt Lake City
Midnight

Bill Scully paced the office angrily, hands clasped
behind his back. "How could this happen?" he
demanded. "I thought this building was secure?"

Doggett's calm exterior was betrayed only by the
harshness of his tone. "It is secure," he barked.
"She had someone on the inside."

"One of your own men?" Bill snorted bitterly.
"This was a cluster fuck from the get go. If you had
real military here and not these tin soldiers -- "

"This company has done security for some of the
highest ranking officials of this country," Doggett
bit out. "They will find her and bring her back."

"She just disappeared," Bill stated, shaking his
head. "I was there at the debriefing, remember, Mr.
Doggett. The head of this little escapade said she
'just disappeared' -- into to a solid rock face."

Doggett blew out a breath. There was so much he
could not divulge, even to this man who might
possibly understand the odds against them. "They
will find her," he said sternly.

Bill nodded, but it was obvious to anyone that he
did not believe a word of it. "Look, I would love to
stay and play needle in a haystack with you, but I
have duties back home."

"I understand," Doggett said with a tilt of his head.
"If your sister makes any contact with you -- "

Bill chuffed out a bitter laugh. "I sincerely doubt
that will happen, Mr. Doggett. But if she does, I'll
let you know."

When the naval officer left the room, Doggett
dropped to the chair by the large desk. This was
bad, very bad. They had her, the experiments so far
showed excellent results. Dana Scully's fertility had
been completely restored. The old smoking bastard
had found a way to perfect the chip.

But beyond that, her immunity level was off the
scale, and fascinatingly so were the ova they had
extracted -- though only a small sampling this time.
Scully's children, her offspring, were the salvation
of the planet. Even if in a future mating the father's
immunity was not as strong -- the children would
survive the coming invasion.

Of course, the child already living held the key.
William Scully (for Doggett refused to ascribe the
name Mulder to the child) would lead the earth out
of the clutches of alien colonization and into a
bright new age.

If Doggett were to bring his superiors the child, the
mother would soon follow. With that thought in
mind, he watched on the tape once more as the
humvee disappeared into the mountain. Only this
time, he smiled.

San Diego International Airport
6:45 pm

Tara was standing at the baggage claim and ran into
her husband's arms the minute he came into sight.
He dropped his briefcase and hugged her back.

"Hard meetings?" she queried at his fierce display
of affection.

"A lot on my mind. Where's Matty? Another play
date next door?"

Tara licked her lips. "Uh, no. Not exactly. I'll
explain in the car." She looked over at the baggage
claim as the luggage started to emerge from the
bowels of the airport. "Which case did you take?
Your two-suiter was in the closet."

It was Bill's turn to look uncomfortable. "I know. I
didn't take a change of clothes."

"You were gone for two days in top level meetings
and you didn't have a clean uniform? Are you
looking for a reprimand?" she teased, but her
curiosity was piqued.

"Look, I didn't think it would take that long," he
growled back. "Just -- just drop it, OK."

She recoiled at his mood swing. "Sure. OK. But
that just means this suit has to go to the cleaners
today."

"Fine. I'll take it off the minute I get home," he
snarled.

"Bill, what happened in DC?" she asked timidly.

"Let's just get in the car." He swallowed and
reached for her hand. With reluctance she gave it.
"I'm sorry I snapped. I'm just really tired."

She nodded and ran her hand over his label. "I bet.
Poor baby. Well, anyway, we have meatloaf,
mashed potatoes and green beans waiting at home."

"Wow! That sounds like a Maggie Scully Special,"
he grinned at her. "What's with all the comfort
food? Got tired of discovering the cuisine of the
Pacific Rim for a while?"

"You'll see," she said cryptically. "When we get
home."

Traffic was lighter than usual and they made it
home in record time. Bill was more than happy --
he was exhausted and more than a little worried
about his sister. Could he risk telling Tara what
he'd seen? Dana had been belligerent, arrogant and
totally unashamed of the mess she'd made of her
life. Then she'd taken off -- again. Agent Doggett
had been furious, but Bill couldn't help but wonder
if how good the guy was if he had moles in his
operation.

Tara was opening the door and waving him in.
"Mom, we're back," she called merrily.

"Mom?" Bill repeated. "Mom's here?"

"Hello, sweetheart," Maggie said, coming into the
foyer from the kitchen. "Surprised to see me?"

He smiled brightly. "Yeah, but it's a good surprise!
Mom, this is great! When did you get in? How
long are you staying?"

Maggie shot a look over to Tara who shook her
head slightly. "I got in yesterday and I'm not sure
how long I'm staying. But why don't you go get
changed and we'll talk over dinner."

Bill was still smiling and turned to go up the stairs
when he heard it. The unmistakable sound of an
infant's cry. He stopped at the bottom step and
looked up. "That's not Matty," he said in confusion.

"Mommy, the baby's awake," Matty yelled loudly
as he bounded down the steps. "Daddy!" the little
boy squealed and launched himself into Bill's arms.

"Here, there buddy!" Bill responded. He hugged
the little boy as Tara nudged him aside and bounded
up the stairs. "What's this about a baby? Are you
helping Mommy baby-sit one of the neighbor kids?"

"He's not a neighbor, Daddy. He's my cousin.
Right Gramma? Cousin Wil-lam!" the boy declared
happily.

Bill turned and stared at his mother. "Is that why
you're here?" he choked out.

"Yes, Bill. Now I'll explain everything -- "

"Where is he? Where is Mulder? Where is that son
of a bitch!?" Bill howled and Matty squirmed in his
arms.

"William Scully, watch your language!" Maggie
commanded, taking Matty from him and covering
the little boy's ears. "We'll talk after dinner. For
right now, you just calm down and get changed."

Tara was back at the top of the staircase, the baby at
her shoulder. "Just needed a dry diaper didn't you,
sweetie," she crooned to the infant. She looked
down and addressed her husband. "Bill, if you're
through scaring your son half to death, would you
like to meet your nephew?" she challenged, one
eyebrow raised in defiance.

In the Wasatch Mountains

It was a tiny infirmary, but Mulder was suitably
impressed with the manner of care. Spender
brought him to a woman who was introduced to him
as Dr. Kim. She took one look at the patient,
directed Mulder to lay his partner on a standard
hospital bed and then shooed him out of the room.
As he paced the hall outside the area, he noticed all
the same trappings he'd been familiar with during
his own adventures in Intensive Care Units. It
eased his mind somewhat that they were prepared,
but it just barely took the edge off his worry.

An hour and a half later, Dr. Kim stepped out of the
room and nodded down the hall. "We can talk
down in my office," she said.

"I don't want to leave her," Mulder objected
mulishly.

"You won't. I have a monitor for her room down in
my office. But you look like you're about to
collapse and I'd prefer it if you were sitting down
when that happens." She smiled sympathetically.
"Please, Agent Mulder," she cajoled.

"I'm not an Agent anymore," he grumbled, but
followed her the short steps down to another little
office tucked in the rock. "You guys must own a
Home Depot somewhere," he quipped as she waved
him into a chair by her desk.

"Something like that," she smiled in return. "Now, I
did a full exam of Agent Scully. I wasn't able to
determine exactly what tests were performed on her,
but I can assure you that I could detect no
permanent damage."

"Then why is she unconscious?" Mulder asked,
pulling at his bottom lip.

"She was in a great deal of pain. I can only tell you
that the human body reacts to pain in a very
efficient manner. When it becomes too much, the
body just shuts down. I believe you know this,
don't you?" she asked pointedly.

He nodded. "Tests -- you said they did tests. How
do you know?"

Kim licked her lips. "There were needle punctures
on her arms. I believe at some point there was an
IV inserted in her left elbow, but it wasn't enough to
provide hydration. She was very dehydrated. I've
corrected that. But that could be another reason
why she remains unconscious. Her body is resting
while her fluid levels get back to normal." She kept
her head down, her eyes avoiding him.

"What else?" Mulder prodded.

"Agent Mulder -- "

"We're in a relationship, Doctor. There might not
be rings on our fingers and a piece of paper growing
dusty in some courthouse, but I am as committed to
that woman as any man will ever be. You can tell
me."

She raised her eyes. "From some bruising and
irritation, I believe some of the tests were
gynecological in nature."

"Are you sure it wasn't -- " Mulder couldn't even
force the word out of his throat.

"No, Agent Mulder. I assure you. I saw no signs of
rape. But it is possible that tissue was taken at the
time of the test."

"Tissue?" Mulder was growing more irritated as he
became more confused.

"I can't say with any certainty, but with what I know
of the situation -- I believe ova were extracted."

"She doesn't have . . ." Mulder swallowed, trying to
gather moisture in a mouth now desert dry. "All her
ova were extracted a long time ago."

"And yet, you have a son together," Kim said with a
shrug. "Agent Mulder, I believe that either some
one lied to your partner in the past about her fertility
or . . . you are the recipients of a valid miracle.
Dana Scully is fertile. There is no denying that
fact."

continued in November