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[/quote]FROM:Martine Groulx (Bidou): mpgroulx@sympatico.ca
IMPORTANT STORY NOTE:This is kind of a crossover between the
X-Files and Bob Morane. For those of you who have no idea
who Bob his, let me fill the blanks: Robert Morane his a
character invented in the fifties by french author Henry
Vernes. He his kind of a swashbukling hero who fights for
the good of mankind. He his about six feet tall, athletic,
has straight black hair, gray eyes that can be "has cold as
steel or as sweet has a soft sky", and has been in his
thirties for half a century(Mr.Vernes still writes Bob
Morane's).(Now, in this story, Bob will be in his sixties at
least). He has a best friend named Bill Ballantine. A very
tall, very large scottish man, with fiery red hair and a bad
sense of humor. Bill his VERY fond of whisky, espescially
ZAT 777(Wich doesn't exist,I searched.). He calls Bob
"Commandant", an habit he picked up when they served
together on a merchant flight in New-Guinea. I invented Bob
a daughter named Shana Vicky Morane... She is the most
important Morane in this story however...Also you have to
know that Miss Ylang-Ylang and Orgonetz are Morane's
enemies. They are kind of spies. Any country can ask for
their service has long has they pay well.
DISCLAIMER: All the X-Files characters belong to Chris
Carter and his magical gang, to Fox and 1013. Bob, Bill,
Miss Ylang-Ylang and Roman Orgonetz(alias Grennstreet, De La
Rueverte, Callaverde and L'Homme aux dents d'or) are Henry
Verne's and wichever publisher he works with now. No
copyright infringement is intended(Whatever infringement
means). Shana is MINE. Anybody else you don't know are mine
two. Don't sew me, I'm seventeen, I don't work and I live on
the 30$ canadian allowance my parents give me each month...
SUMMARY:An old friend of Mulder's disapears,and he goes to
find her. X-File and Cancerman'nisms...
DEDICATION:To my mom, for enduring my show jumping passion,
and for being who she is...
This is my first story ever, let
alone in English (I'm
French-Canadian), so I might make mistakes. I hope you
forgive them and I also hope this will convince Canadians
that some Qubois, even if they are souverainists, value
the learning of English and the people who talk it...
ON WITH THE SHOW...
*******************************
The X-Files
*********THE REASON WHY MULDER LEARNED FRENCH IN HIGH
SCHOOL*********
Washington D.C.
May twenty first 1996
Seven p.m.
Dana Scully had been watching her partner all day.She'd
noticed something was wrong the moment he'd stepped in her
motel room that morning to help her carry her bags to the
car.He'd barely looked her in the eyes,and when he did,it
lasted to shortly for her to read anything out of these
beautiful hazel depths.He'd faked a sound sleep on the
plane,and Scully had respected his silence.He'd tell her
soon enough...
However,she had grown tired of this little game.They were
in Mulder's car, two blocks away from her appartment
building.Fox was playing road zombie, and it raked at
Scully's nerves.When he pulled in front of her place, she
turned around and put her left hand on his shoulder and the
other one on his knee. He seemed to shrink from the contact,
but she would not let him withdraw.
"Mulder,there's something bothering you,and you're not
telling me.Please Mulder,what is it?"She put her best -you
can trust me with anything Mulder- look on her face but he
only twitched and pursed his lips, still avoiding her eyes.
She brought her right hand up from his knee and put it on
his cheek,turning his face towards her. "Mulder, tell
me..."she pleaded.He sighed and finally fixed his gaze on
her."Scully...I...I think we'd better talk inside."At
this,he opened the car door and stepped out.Leaving his red-
headed partner more than a little intrigued.
She opened the door and they stepped inside.Scully knew her
partner was trying to tell her what was wrong, but that he
was still hesitant.She motioned him to the couch and sat
down besides him.She let him gather his thoughts.He ran a
hand through his hair and turned towards her."I guess I
should start by telling you the reason why I learned French
in High School.It's a long story, I warn you...He searched
for her approval,and when he got it, he started:
<<<The first time I met Shana Vicky Morane, I was in
diapers.Her mother and step-father lived next door to us,so
it was only natural that she was the first kid I became
friends with.We were kind of inseparable you know...We both
had weird families.Her real father is Bob Morane,you
know,that guy who seems to be saving the world all the time?
Her mom and he met in South America where she worked has a
nurse. When Florence,Shana's mom,learned she was pregnant,
they both decided it was in the best interest of the infant
that it remained with Flo.,given the kind of life Bob had.He
stayed in contact though,calling his daughter on her
birthday and at Christmas,and visiting her whenever he got
the chance.He was a good man, still his...Florence was a
kindhearted woman, and a few months after Shana Vicky was
born she met Wayne Erie, and they got married within a
couple of weeks.When Shana was three years old,Janie was
born.That's when the trouble began for my friend.At this
time,Flo. was working like a mad person, she started early
in the morning,and would come back late, exhausted. One
afternoon, Shana and I were playing in the corn field across
the street. It was our little paradise, and whe played
Pretend there. We were running in the rows when Wayne called
after her with a weird voice. She put up a little fight, not
wanting to go back home just yet. That's when the man got
angry, real angry.He came into the field and grabbed Shan by
the back of her dress, than carried her to the house. She
was too stunned to do anything and I just stayed there, a
little shocked.I went back home, and about an hour later,I
saw Shan running to the field through the living room
window. I ran after her and found her sitting on a rock,
hugging herself, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Her
clothes were torn and she had bruises all over her arms.I
didn't understand what had happened.She didn't either. We
were to young... But I kind of felt she would need my help
and comforting. So I was there for her. From that point
on,each was like the other's shadow. Before Sam was born, my
dad had his violent moments too. Nothing like what Wayne did
to my little friend, and it stopped right after the baby
came, but we understood. It was kind of bizarre that
friendship. But when school started, boy did we have fun! We
were mad!!! Our heads always worked in unison, and we pulled
the wickest little pranks on people. Our favorite targets
were Janie and Samantha. God, did we make them suffer! It
was the most glorious of times!But again, tragedy struck.
That night,Shan and I had challenged ourselves to go sleep
in the abandoned barn that stood at the farthest end of our
corn field. I told my mom I was to sleep at her place and
she told hers she'd stay at mine. It was about one in the
morning and we were playing in the old hay when we heard the
sirens. We went out and saw a strange glow coming from our
street. We ran towards it, only to discover that Shana's
house was on fire. The rest is kind of hazy, even to my
photographic memory. My parents were standing in front of
the house, my mom yelling my name.She thought I was in there
of course. I ran to her, and I noticed somehow that Shan
wasn't with me. I remember seeing her running towards the
house, and being catched by a fireman. Everybody in the
house died. Florence, Wayne and little Janie... Shana stayed
with us until it was decided that she would stay at her
grandmother's, a few blocks down. It was so very weird...
Shana wouldn't do anything.She was in shock for a week at
least,and then she sarted talking again,but only to me.I
guess I helped her, and I did try hard to be there for her.
It's kind of unusual for nine year old's to act like that
but she was my best friend... She got better just in time to
help me when Samantha was taken away. She was the only one
who believed me. My parents blamed me, and she was the only
one who understood... In High School, we were considered an
odd pair. We tried everything together, even went out, but
it was a little bizarre to be kissing each other, so we
settled for our friendship. I watched over her though, and
her boyfriends had better behave themselves!!!We even
decided to find a way to communicate without being
understood by others. She knew quite a bit of French,so I
took a course. I wasn't too good, but it was enough. When
she was seventeen, she decided to go live with her father. I
went to Oxford shortly after. We wrote every week and she
visited me quite often, given the fact that she lived in
France. We kind of lost contact when I got back to the
states. She traveled with her father over the earth, and I
was busy with the bureau...Last time I saw her was seven
years ago. I wrote her a few letters, and she did the same,
but it stayed at that.>>>
Mulder looked at Dana, and smiled a little sadly. Scully
was a little confused. First because he had never told her
anything about his friend, and second, 'cause it didn't
explain the behaviour he'd showed all day. She knew there
was more, but again, she didn't want to push him. She
shifted a little uncomfortably on the couch, and proposed to
make some coffee, hoping it would give her partner the
chance to decide whether or not he wanted to continue.
He followed her to the kitchen, and sat down at the table.
"I told you this so you would understand what happened to me
over the last three days. You are the best friend I have
Scully. Shana and I, we were the same inside, but at this
point in my life, I need someone to challenge what
I believe, to make the truth worth searching. I don't think
I ever told you this Scully, but right now , only three
things really matter to me: You, finding Samantha, and
discovering that truth...If you had died after Duane Barry
took you, everything would have lost it's importance, and I
don't think I would have been able to continue.I just wanna
thank you for being there..."He had said this without
looking at her, but he felt her eyes bore into the top of
his head, He knew she was wondering why he was telling her
this,but he just felt it was important right now.Important
that she knew...
Scully was a little worried.It bothered her that he would
tell her all this now. She'd always known she was important
to him, and God knew he held a big place in her heart.But
after the way Mulder had been acting all day,
it made her think that something really important had
occured,and that he was going to do something.Probably
something stupid. She wasn't sure.
But Mulder kept on talking:
"I'm telling you this now, because a few days ago I received
a letter from Shana. She's in the States and wants to see
me. But this morning, I read this in the paper." Scully
hadn't seen that he was holding the Washington Post in his
hands. Fox opened it to the third page and showed her an
article. It said: BOB MORANE'S DAUGHTER VANISHES
MYSTERIOUSLY IN NEW YORK.
Dana listened has her best friend resumed the situation.
Apparently, Shana Vicky Morane was supposed to meet her
father and his best friend in a restaurant on the East Side,
but she never showed up. Bob Morane had gone to her motel
room, only to find that it had been ransacked. Of course,
the Morane's had a lot of enemies, but everything had been
so calm lately that Bob couldn't think of anyone kidnapping
his daughter. And he hadn't received anything that would
suggest it either...When he finished this, Mulder looked
deeply into Dana's eyes. Here it comes, she thought. And it
did. "Scully, Fox said, I'm gonna join Bob in New York. I
wanna find Shana. I'm gonna make this official, by going
through Skinner's office. But Scully, this is purely
personnal, so you don't, have to come. In fact, I'm gonna
ask the A.D. for doing this one alone. I don't wanna ditch
you litterally this time, but I don't think it is necessary
that you come either"
"Mulder...I'm coming anyway." Scully lifted her hand before
he could protest." If it's important to you, than it's
important to me to...Besides, Skinner would never approve
that case if you were on it alone. If I back you up, he
won't refuse..."
Mulder smiled and touched Dana's hand briefly, then he got
up and said,"We are going to Skinner's office tomorrow at
8:00. I already had the appointment. Then, it's off to the
Big apple."He made it to the door, then turned around and
said"Thanks Scully, this means a lot to me.""I know Mulder."
At that he left.
***********************************
Unknown location,
Same day
"It hurts, it's dark, it's cold and it reeks...Merde, what
did I get myself into this time..." Shana Vicky Morane had
no idea where she was, how she'd gotten there, or what time
it was. She tried to look around her, but her vision was
blurred. She remembered nothing of the events of the day
before. Only a vague notion of a lunch rendez-vous with her
Dad and good'ol Bill. She shook her head, sending her
midnight-black hair swiveling around her face. She wasn't
tied to anything. She moved carefully, bending each muscle
in her body to assess the damage. Well, nothing much. Nasty
bump on the head, Bruised tigh and shin, and a sore wrist.
She'd live... Well, that would depend on the situation in
wich I now stand,the woman mused. She got up and explored
her suroundings. She was in a small room. About ten by
twelve feet. There was some kind of bunk against a wall. No
windows or ventilation. She had felt a sealed crack on the
wall opposite to the bunk, most probably a door. She hadn't
however noticed any mechanism to open that door from the
inside. The walls were made of some kind of metal. Very
smooth, no indentations anywhere. The bunk was made in the
same material has the rest of the room, with the exception
of a pillow and a comforter of some kind. Obviously, whoever
held her now captive had no intentions of hurting her just
now. Has her mom had once told her, patience was the key to
life's door. So the woman settled in, apprehensive, but
knowing that waiting was the only thing to do now... So
waiting it would be...
***********************************
NYPD offices, district 21
New York city
May twenty second 1996
midday
Bob Morane wasn't happy at all. He was a very
patient man. But that NYPD officer was driving him nuts. Of
course he was only doing his job, but dammit, Shana might be
in real trouble and he wanted to find her. If Bill had been
with him right now the poor officer wouldn't have a head
anymore... He decided to try again.
"Sergeant Anderson, I have been very patient with you, and
I will say it again: I NEED to see the evidence you have
gathered in my daughters room. Now, you should comply with
me or I will get VERY angry, and when I'm angry,IT'S NOT A
PRETTY SIGHT." Bob hoped he had put the right mesures of
emotion, anger and threath in his speech. For good effect,
he started clenching and unclenching his fists very, very,
slowly... He knew he wasn't a young man anymore. But he was
also very aware that he was still very imposing. If his body
was a bit slowed by age, his mind and his will were still
the same. Unfortunatly, and to his utter bewilderment, the
officer stood his ground.
"I'm sorry Mister Morane, but you have no clearence for this
investigation, if I could, I would gladly help you, but I
can't. I'm really sorry" With that he turned and left,
living Bob angry and a little defeated. So the Frenchman
pushed his anger down and walked towards the exit.
He opened the door to the station, held it for a very
beautiful short Redhead with a long overcoat, and made it
down the stairs. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he
didn't notice the tall brown haired man before he literally
ran into him. He lifted his head to excuse himself when he
recognized him. Yeah that was Shana's oldest friend Fox
Mulder. Much taller than he remembered, but there was no
mistaking the nose and the shadowed eyes. "Fox Mulder?" he
hesitated.
"Mister Morane. How good to see you again." Mulder took the
older mans hand and shook it.
"Yes it has been a long time. May I inquire has to what you
are doing here?"
"Well has a matter of fact, I 'm here to investigate Shana's
disapearance."
"Investigate? Oh! I remember! She did tell me you were
F.B.I.. Fox, this is more then conveniant. I've been
unsucessfully trying to gain access to the information the
police has accumulated, but now that you are here... Well I
don't expect you to help me but..."
"Don't worry sir. I'll probably need you're insights
anyways... Come with me and meet my partner." Both men
walked side by side to the offices door.
**********************************
Unmarked Van
Same time
Outside the station
Inside the van, the smell was enough to make the strongest
stomach turn. A nauseous mix of Morley cigarettes and a rich
Ylang-Ylang perfume. But it didn't seem to bother the two
individuals who were observing the exchange between Bob
Morane and Fox Mulder. The man known has Cancerman smiled
than spoke up:
"Well my friend, it seems the contact has been made..."
The tall Euro-asian woman standing beside him raised a
gloved hand and waved it in the air. Just like the cigarette
man by her side, she too had gotten her name from an habit
she had. Bob Morane had dubbed her Miss Ylang-Ylang because
of the fragrance she always wore. She had been a stuningly
beautiful woman in her time, and still was a rare specimen.
But even if you once appeared without age, there was a
moment when time caught up with you. She had too much pride
for plastic surgery, and her mirror still told her every
morning that she was the most distingished looking elderly
there was. She highly dispised the Cancerman. But he served
his purpose. Finally eliminating Bob would make her life
complete.
"Sir, she said with a sugar-and-honey voice, we are in no
regards friends. We both want somebody...eliminated, and
this is the best way we could think of. So spare me your
small talk. I don't trust you, and you don't trust me... But
we have to put up with each other. So no futile bondmaking
will be appropriate."
"Yes, I understand. Meanwhile, we both know we have work to
do. Let's initiate part B of the plan" He put out his
cigarette in an already full ashtray and signaled a familiar
number on his cellular phone.
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End part 1/?
What did you think? Should I continue? Feedback pleaaaase!!!
Send it to: Martine Groulx
mpgroulx@sympatico.ca
Mais vraiment une super-fille. Elle m'a envoyé une carte postale de France quand elle est allée visiter le Quai Voltaire!