X-Files/Weiss Kreuz crossover fic: Promises
Title: Promises
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,753
Fandom: X-Files/Weiss Kreuz crossover
Pairings: Implied Mulder/Scully, but the story is purely gen.
Notes: I’ll call it A/U, just in case: it’s been a while since I’ve seen both series. Set after X-Files season 9 (ignoring the last movie) and after Weiss Kreuz: Gluhen.
Prompt: WK/X-Files. Scully sees Nagi telekinese something. Requested by daegaer. Sorry for the sucky title, nothing else comes to mind. I intended to write a drabble, a double-drabble at most. Five pages later… *bangs head against the nearest hard surface, cries*
***
Dana Scully knew the primary threat to mankind wasn’t from various alien races, nor from the assorted mutations and monsters she had encountered over the years.
No, the greatest danger came from the evil found in the darkest, most corrupted human souls, along with the cowardice in the hearts of those who did nothing as the world fell apart.
This group called themselves Estet. Like the Consortium before them, the leaders of this organization sought power and pre-eminence on a global scale. Just as with Cancer Man and his cronies, no crime was too reprehensible, no experiment too brutal in accomplishing their selfish goals.
Her best weapon in this fight - stronger and more dependable than any gun - was her faith. Faith in Fox Mulder, the family and friends she has fought for and depended on over the years, and especially her faith in God.
He has been with her through heartache and triumph, despair and love, far too much death and one very special birth. With Mulder in South America on another one of his quixotic quests, Scully marshaled her strength and determination and entrusted herself to His mercy before entering the fray once more, this time at an Austrian facility named Rosenkreuz.
For William - her precious, special little boy - she would do anything.
***
She knew she was in way over her head, but that wouldn’t stop her from retrieving her child. She fought various psychics and won, using her cool, sharp intellect far more than her revolver. The few telepaths she came across were not strong enough to invade her mind: for the first time in her life she was somewhat grateful for the vile experiments she had been subjected to in the past.
The telekinetics were far more hazardous to deal with, and for the most part she avoided them, taking less traveled, more circuitous corridors whenever necessary. She would be forever grateful to the Lone Gunmen for the schematics they had obtained of the facility.
It helped that many of the talents were distracted by explosions and fighting in another part of the complex. Scully didn’t even consider heading in that direction: she was here for her son, and every instinct she had screamed at her to keep moving towards William.
She would take every advantage she could get.
***
She paused in the doorway of the large room, at first confused, then horrified by what she saw. Over a dozen children with psychic abilities - mostly teenagers, but some as young as five - fighting one another, heedless of the wailing infant that was caught in the crossfire.
It was the sight the crib, set aflame by a six-year old girl pyrokinetic aiming at a preteen boy telekinetic that got Scully moving again. She dashed past the combatants to reach the burning crib, pulled the baby with her to the floor and quickly smothered the flames.
The children immediately stopped fighting - they appeared to be startled by, if not outright afraid of the adult in their midst - and did nothing as Scully handed the infant to the nearest teenager and searched the room for her child.
William was hidden behind an overturned table in the far corner of the room, small pudgy hands held over his ears, his eyes shut tight. Scully cautiously approached her son, not wanting to startle the boy. She called out his name and he launched himself at her, the child holding on to her with a strength far beyond his three-year old body.
Scully allowed herself one moment of pure happiness, exulting in holding her son once again, before rising to her feet. Seeing the other children - innocent victims just like William - watching her warily made her pause.
She couldn’t just leave them here.
Oh, yes, you can, Red, the thought appeared unbidden in her mind. You take care of your young Wilhelm, and Schwarz will handle the others.
“Handle them how? And who are Schwarz?” Scully said out loud, which garnered her a few looks of puzzlement from the younger children and hostile scowls from the older teens.
Now you’ve done it, just like Crawford said you would. Find a corner to hide in, things are about to get messy. Nagi, you’re up. Oh, and Red? Duck!
Scully dove for the floor, twisting her body so she took the brunt of the fall. A plume of flames shot through the air where she had been standing, missing her by mere inches. Gun still held in her right hand, she aimed at her assailant, but hesitated at shooting the young girl.
The young man of Japanese descent - surely just a teenager himself - who entered the room did not vacillate: with a quick motion of his outstretched hand, the child went sailing through the air until she collided with the wall. The sickening sounds of bones crushed against concrete and a childish scream cut short sent chills down Scully’s spine.
She could only watch helplessly as the children who chose to stay and fight were ruthlessly destroyed by their silent, efficient killer. Energy pulsated throughout the room, much of it emanating from the young man, yet somehow he stood still as a statue, with not a single strand of his dark brown hair moving in the maelstrom. The only movement came from bodies twisting into unnatural positions, spines snapping and skulls being crushed.
Scully prayed, and carefully moved William so he sat completely hidden behind her. By the time she had finished, there were only two people standing: the young man presumably known as Nagi and a teenaged girl with light brown hair in pigtails and a murderous expression on her face.
At this point just about every piece of furniture was being tossed around the room telekinetically, only to smash against the shields both combatants had created to protect themselves. When sharp pieces of wood from what had once been a desk flew through the air towards her too fast to avoid Scully braced for the impact, but another shield flared up around her at the last moment, protecting her and William from the debris.
The two teenagers seemed evenly matched, but Scully could tell Nagi was tiring; the additional shield was another drain on his power. The girl, sensing his weakness, shouted, “Die, Schwarz!” and marshaled her strength into one furious telekinetic blow.
The shield around Nagi didn’t crack: it disintegrated into small, sand-like particles that danced in the air as the girl’s power hit the teenaged boy. The force of the blow sent Nagi through the wall and crashing into the corridor where he lay, broken and bleeding and unmoving.
The girl rushed out to the corridor to confirm her victory, then gaily skipped back into the room. Scully had fired two rounds anticipating the telekinetic’s return, but those bullets were stopped short of their target by the wave of fingers with nails adorned with pink nail polish.
“Guns are boring,” she pouted, before pointing a finger at Scully, “and so are you. Time to die.”
Scully stared at the girl, her head held high. She would remain strong, unwavering, even in the face of death. But death did not come for her.
The only forewarning was static surging through the air before a bolt of lightning hit the female telekinetic. Scully watched in horror as the girl died, forgetting to breathe until the charred, spasm-ridden body finally fell to the floor.
The movement revealed a very alive, very unharmed young man standing in the middle of the room. He seemed as calm and untroubled as when he first appeared, but there was something different about him - an intensity in those midnight blue eyes, a slight tightening in his jaw - that kept Scully on her guard.
He was dead! How did he do that?
Nagi’s got a bit of telepath in him, Red: a nice complement to those snazzy telekinetic powers. Not enough to rip out your mind - that‘s my gig - but more than enough for some very convincing illusions.
Scully kept her eyes on the silent teenager and her thoughts cautiously bland until William moved, climbing into her lap and crying uncontrollably into her chest. She held him close, one moving in comforting circles on his back, and shed a few tears of her own.
“You don’t have time for this now,” Nagi finally said, his voice carrying not the slightest sense of emotion. “Schwarz has eliminated most of the threats residing here, but Rosenkreuz is never truly safe. Leave.”
Scully carefully stood, William held securely with one arm, her gun in the other. “It’s never that easy. I won’t let you have my son!”
That comment resulted in the first visible crack in Nagi’s demeanor. “You say you love your son?” he sneered, the tone lanced with bitterness and anger. “He’s not normal, but you already knew that, didn’t you? You gave him up for adoption once before. When the next crisis hits - and believe me, it’s just a matter of time - are you going to abandon him again?”
“No!” Scully shouted, fiercely glaring at Nagi. “I had to keep him safe, and it was the only option I had at the time! William is my son, and I will protect him, no matter what!”
Scully paused, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. “If you really are telepathic, you should already know my feelings about family. I’m not going to defend my past actions, but I will promise you this: I will kill anyone who is a danger to my son. Anyone.”
The young man’s lips curved slightly upwards, in what on anyone else could be considered a smile, but for Nagi conveyed begrudging tolerance.
“That is why you are still alive, Dana Scully. And I’ll make you a promise of my own: if you neglect that child in any way, you won’t have to deal with alien shape shifters or Oilean body snatchers, just Naoe Nagi.”
A sudden burst of energy and the ravaged body of the girl telekinetic hovered inches away from Scully’s face. Another surge of power, and the body crumbled into a fine powder.
Nagi smiled at her, a purely malicious baring of teeth on that adolescent face, and Scully knew she would forever associate the feeling of pure, unadulterated terror with the memory of that smile.
“You’ve seen my talents,” Nagi growled, his voice low and menacing, “I suggest you avoid a repeat performance at any cost. Now, Dana Scully… run.”
Scully ran, and did not look back.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,753
Fandom: X-Files/Weiss Kreuz crossover
Pairings: Implied Mulder/Scully, but the story is purely gen.
Notes: I’ll call it A/U, just in case: it’s been a while since I’ve seen both series. Set after X-Files season 9 (ignoring the last movie) and after Weiss Kreuz: Gluhen.
Prompt: WK/X-Files. Scully sees Nagi telekinese something. Requested by daegaer. Sorry for the sucky title, nothing else comes to mind. I intended to write a drabble, a double-drabble at most. Five pages later… *bangs head against the nearest hard surface, cries*
***
Dana Scully knew the primary threat to mankind wasn’t from various alien races, nor from the assorted mutations and monsters she had encountered over the years.
No, the greatest danger came from the evil found in the darkest, most corrupted human souls, along with the cowardice in the hearts of those who did nothing as the world fell apart.
This group called themselves Estet. Like the Consortium before them, the leaders of this organization sought power and pre-eminence on a global scale. Just as with Cancer Man and his cronies, no crime was too reprehensible, no experiment too brutal in accomplishing their selfish goals.
Her best weapon in this fight - stronger and more dependable than any gun - was her faith. Faith in Fox Mulder, the family and friends she has fought for and depended on over the years, and especially her faith in God.
He has been with her through heartache and triumph, despair and love, far too much death and one very special birth. With Mulder in South America on another one of his quixotic quests, Scully marshaled her strength and determination and entrusted herself to His mercy before entering the fray once more, this time at an Austrian facility named Rosenkreuz.
For William - her precious, special little boy - she would do anything.
***
She knew she was in way over her head, but that wouldn’t stop her from retrieving her child. She fought various psychics and won, using her cool, sharp intellect far more than her revolver. The few telepaths she came across were not strong enough to invade her mind: for the first time in her life she was somewhat grateful for the vile experiments she had been subjected to in the past.
The telekinetics were far more hazardous to deal with, and for the most part she avoided them, taking less traveled, more circuitous corridors whenever necessary. She would be forever grateful to the Lone Gunmen for the schematics they had obtained of the facility.
It helped that many of the talents were distracted by explosions and fighting in another part of the complex. Scully didn’t even consider heading in that direction: she was here for her son, and every instinct she had screamed at her to keep moving towards William.
She would take every advantage she could get.
***
She paused in the doorway of the large room, at first confused, then horrified by what she saw. Over a dozen children with psychic abilities - mostly teenagers, but some as young as five - fighting one another, heedless of the wailing infant that was caught in the crossfire.
It was the sight the crib, set aflame by a six-year old girl pyrokinetic aiming at a preteen boy telekinetic that got Scully moving again. She dashed past the combatants to reach the burning crib, pulled the baby with her to the floor and quickly smothered the flames.
The children immediately stopped fighting - they appeared to be startled by, if not outright afraid of the adult in their midst - and did nothing as Scully handed the infant to the nearest teenager and searched the room for her child.
William was hidden behind an overturned table in the far corner of the room, small pudgy hands held over his ears, his eyes shut tight. Scully cautiously approached her son, not wanting to startle the boy. She called out his name and he launched himself at her, the child holding on to her with a strength far beyond his three-year old body.
Scully allowed herself one moment of pure happiness, exulting in holding her son once again, before rising to her feet. Seeing the other children - innocent victims just like William - watching her warily made her pause.
She couldn’t just leave them here.
Oh, yes, you can, Red, the thought appeared unbidden in her mind. You take care of your young Wilhelm, and Schwarz will handle the others.
“Handle them how? And who are Schwarz?” Scully said out loud, which garnered her a few looks of puzzlement from the younger children and hostile scowls from the older teens.
Now you’ve done it, just like Crawford said you would. Find a corner to hide in, things are about to get messy. Nagi, you’re up. Oh, and Red? Duck!
Scully dove for the floor, twisting her body so she took the brunt of the fall. A plume of flames shot through the air where she had been standing, missing her by mere inches. Gun still held in her right hand, she aimed at her assailant, but hesitated at shooting the young girl.
The young man of Japanese descent - surely just a teenager himself - who entered the room did not vacillate: with a quick motion of his outstretched hand, the child went sailing through the air until she collided with the wall. The sickening sounds of bones crushed against concrete and a childish scream cut short sent chills down Scully’s spine.
She could only watch helplessly as the children who chose to stay and fight were ruthlessly destroyed by their silent, efficient killer. Energy pulsated throughout the room, much of it emanating from the young man, yet somehow he stood still as a statue, with not a single strand of his dark brown hair moving in the maelstrom. The only movement came from bodies twisting into unnatural positions, spines snapping and skulls being crushed.
Scully prayed, and carefully moved William so he sat completely hidden behind her. By the time she had finished, there were only two people standing: the young man presumably known as Nagi and a teenaged girl with light brown hair in pigtails and a murderous expression on her face.
At this point just about every piece of furniture was being tossed around the room telekinetically, only to smash against the shields both combatants had created to protect themselves. When sharp pieces of wood from what had once been a desk flew through the air towards her too fast to avoid Scully braced for the impact, but another shield flared up around her at the last moment, protecting her and William from the debris.
The two teenagers seemed evenly matched, but Scully could tell Nagi was tiring; the additional shield was another drain on his power. The girl, sensing his weakness, shouted, “Die, Schwarz!” and marshaled her strength into one furious telekinetic blow.
The shield around Nagi didn’t crack: it disintegrated into small, sand-like particles that danced in the air as the girl’s power hit the teenaged boy. The force of the blow sent Nagi through the wall and crashing into the corridor where he lay, broken and bleeding and unmoving.
The girl rushed out to the corridor to confirm her victory, then gaily skipped back into the room. Scully had fired two rounds anticipating the telekinetic’s return, but those bullets were stopped short of their target by the wave of fingers with nails adorned with pink nail polish.
“Guns are boring,” she pouted, before pointing a finger at Scully, “and so are you. Time to die.”
Scully stared at the girl, her head held high. She would remain strong, unwavering, even in the face of death. But death did not come for her.
The only forewarning was static surging through the air before a bolt of lightning hit the female telekinetic. Scully watched in horror as the girl died, forgetting to breathe until the charred, spasm-ridden body finally fell to the floor.
The movement revealed a very alive, very unharmed young man standing in the middle of the room. He seemed as calm and untroubled as when he first appeared, but there was something different about him - an intensity in those midnight blue eyes, a slight tightening in his jaw - that kept Scully on her guard.
He was dead! How did he do that?
Nagi’s got a bit of telepath in him, Red: a nice complement to those snazzy telekinetic powers. Not enough to rip out your mind - that‘s my gig - but more than enough for some very convincing illusions.
Scully kept her eyes on the silent teenager and her thoughts cautiously bland until William moved, climbing into her lap and crying uncontrollably into her chest. She held him close, one moving in comforting circles on his back, and shed a few tears of her own.
“You don’t have time for this now,” Nagi finally said, his voice carrying not the slightest sense of emotion. “Schwarz has eliminated most of the threats residing here, but Rosenkreuz is never truly safe. Leave.”
Scully carefully stood, William held securely with one arm, her gun in the other. “It’s never that easy. I won’t let you have my son!”
That comment resulted in the first visible crack in Nagi’s demeanor. “You say you love your son?” he sneered, the tone lanced with bitterness and anger. “He’s not normal, but you already knew that, didn’t you? You gave him up for adoption once before. When the next crisis hits - and believe me, it’s just a matter of time - are you going to abandon him again?”
“No!” Scully shouted, fiercely glaring at Nagi. “I had to keep him safe, and it was the only option I had at the time! William is my son, and I will protect him, no matter what!”
Scully paused, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. “If you really are telepathic, you should already know my feelings about family. I’m not going to defend my past actions, but I will promise you this: I will kill anyone who is a danger to my son. Anyone.”
The young man’s lips curved slightly upwards, in what on anyone else could be considered a smile, but for Nagi conveyed begrudging tolerance.
“That is why you are still alive, Dana Scully. And I’ll make you a promise of my own: if you neglect that child in any way, you won’t have to deal with alien shape shifters or Oilean body snatchers, just Naoe Nagi.”
A sudden burst of energy and the ravaged body of the girl telekinetic hovered inches away from Scully’s face. Another surge of power, and the body crumbled into a fine powder.
Nagi smiled at her, a purely malicious baring of teeth on that adolescent face, and Scully knew she would forever associate the feeling of pure, unadulterated terror with the memory of that smile.
“You’ve seen my talents,” Nagi growled, his voice low and menacing, “I suggest you avoid a repeat performance at any cost. Now, Dana Scully… run.”
Scully ran, and did not look back.