Fic: Kindred Encounter
NOTE: These are my old stories. I lost them for a while and now I'm giving them a new home.
Title: Kindred Encounter
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Two-Fathers/One son
Summary: Brief Meeting of two woman with a lot in common. Takesplace during One Son.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit. They belong to Fox, Chris Carter and 1013.
Thanks should go to Pollyanna who wrote about this type of meeting first, and to the Harem, who inspired this idea.
Kindred Encounter
"Let go of me you bastards!" A woman screamed. "You're going to kill all of us!"
A door opened, and a woman was thrust onto the floor of a hospital room.
"Behave yourself Ms. Spender or we'll have to restrain you." Chastised one of the orderlies.
As the men left, Cassandra raced to the door. She tugged at it several times. Realizing her efforts were useless, she sat down, crying with her back against the door.
Still unwilling to accept failure, she wiped her face with both hands, and looked around the room. Her eyes brightened as she saw a glass placed on the small table beside the bed.
She got up, grabbed the glass, and shattered it against the wall. Sorting through the pieces, she found one of appropriate size and began to slice her wrists.
"It won't work." A frail whisper called out from the corner of the room.
"What? Who's there?"
"If you are what they say you are, what you're trying to do won't work."
Cassandra looked about the room and shook her head.
"No time for voices," she scolded herself, and dug the glass in deep. As soon as she removed it, she let out a cry. The wound immediately healed up.
Another gasp came from the corner. "It's true,"
"Whose there? " Cassandra asked. " Who are you?"
There was a long pause. Then a voice called out. "My name is Marita Covarrubias. I know what they've done to you."
"Marita?" Cassandra pondered for a moment. "Marita, I know that name."
The recollection hit her and she clapped her hands together, losing the severity of the situation with her pleasure at being able to remember. "Marita! I remember you. You were just little then, a pretty girl with long blond braids."
Cassandra frowned as she was pulled back into the situation at hand.
"Oh Marita, you've got to help me. If you know what they did, then you know I can't be alive. I must die or else…"
"I know," the voice interrupted, "but I can't. There's only one way to kill someone like you. It's a special weapon, and I don't know how to get one."
Cassandra sat down on the bed, still holding the piece of glass. Her other hand rubbed her forehead, as she tried to think of what to do next. Finally, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She peered into the corner.
"Come out of there Marita, I'm harmless." She placed the glass piece back on the table. "Can't even hurt myself."
A pale figure shuffled out from the dark corner. Her arms were wrapped around herself for warmth.
Cassandra gasped at the ghostlike waif in front of her. "Oh my god! What did they do to you?"
"They cured me." Marita replied, glaring at the ground.
"Oh you poor thing. You look so cold. Come here and wrap yourself up in a blanket."
Marita stood, looking doubtfully at the woman in front of her. Cassandra sighed, got up, and wrapped a blanket around Marita. She sat her down on the bed and sat beside her.
"There, that's better isn't it?" Cassandra asked, placing her arm around Marita. "The world isn't over yet, no point in freezing to death now."
Marita sat stiffly for several seconds, looking at the hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what to do. Part of her wished she could run from the room. Another side wanted to place her head on the woman's shoulder and cry until the end did come.
"It's okay, I don't bite. Well, once or twice, but it was in self defense."
Slowly Marita relaxed. "You won't be destroyed with the others.You'll be safe, so will your son"
Cassandra smiled. "I know. It's exactly what he told me. We'd be safe and together, but I don't think so. I won't go play happy wife in his type of Eden. The bastard will have to kill me, I'm sure he has one of those thingies you were talking about."
Marita opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it.
Cassandra smiled. "I know what you're thinking, it's okay, you can ask me."
"It's just you don't seem like the type of woman who would…."
"Marry the devil?"
Marita nodded.
"It's all right, I know what kind of man he is. You don't have to protect me from his reputation. When we met he wasn't at all like he is now. That's the thing about devils, they're charming. They don't come out with full horns and glowing red eyes. Most of them are very attractive and enticing, otherwise where would the temptation be?"
Cassandra felt Marita stiffen.
"I see, you have a devil of your own."
Marita looked away from Cassandra's glance.
Seeing the response, Cassandra patted Marita on the shoulder. "It's okay dear, you don't need to tell me, in fact, I can just shut up right now if you like. Over the past few days so many memories have come back to me. I'm sorry if I was babbling.
"No, it's okay." She hesitated and added, "I'd actually like to hear more."
Cassandra looked at the door. "Do you know how to unlock it?"
Marita shook her head. "I sneak out of my room during times they forget to close mine. They use to always lock it, but lately they don't bother. I don't know if it's because they think I'm harmless now or it's because they don't care."
Cassandra kept staring at the door. She tapped her fingers on her leg and turned to Marita. "Well, since we're stuck here for a while anyway- Like I said, he was very different when I met him.
I knew he was a powerful man. I saw his entourage he carried with him, but power never interested me. What struck me about him was what I saw lying underneath. Despite his power, he appeared to be vulnerable, unsure of himself, lost almost, and I was always a sucker for strays.
The more time we spent together the more I got swept off my feet. We were both orphans, so I felt a bond with him for that, although he could have lied. He was always gentle with me, and treated me like a lady. I wasn't use to that. My life was, shall we say, a little wild before. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't abused or anything, but the men I was accustom to wouldn't think of holding a door open or pulling out a woman's chair for her. I know times have changed, but back then I was in heaven.
I think the biggest thing was, when we were together, he acted like I was the most important person in the world. He listened to me, really listened, no matter how crazy my ideas sounded. Lies or not, back at the beginning I felt adored, loved, even worshiped.
By the time he proposed, I was hooked. God knows why he married me. I'd like to think he actually loved me once, but I remember now that he was very envious of Bill Mulder, especially his family. Could be one day he decided, 'I should get me one of those', and I walked in at the right time.
Obviously, I said yes, and shortly after that, it all went to hell."
Cassandra frowned. "To put it simply, I was duped. People said I was a fool who'd believe anything, aliens, government conspiracies, but those all turned out to be true. Turns out the real reason I was a fool was for believing in him."
"But you eventually realized the truth, you left him." Marita said.
She gave Marita a sad smile. "Oh no dear, you're wrong. I realized a lot of the truth and still stayed. He's the one who left me, and it took a long time before I could honestly tell myself I would never take him back. I know it sounds crazy, but it was like he was two different people inside one body. One was capable of tremendous kindness and love, and the other was equally capable of cruelty and destruction. I was so in love with the one side of him that I'd…"
"Endure anything if it meant you could see that part again." Marita interrupted, staring at the floor. "No matter how loud your mind is screaming to get out, you can't leave what you once had, so you go through months of torment for a few seconds of love."
She looked at Cassandra and added. "It's not that crazy."
Cassandra patted Marita on the knee. "I had a feeling you'd understand.
She gave Marita a squeeze around the shoulder. "I'm glad I met you, Marita. When I was at agent Mulder's apartment tonight I was very comfortable dying. I figured I met everyone worth meeting in this life. At least one good thing came out of all of us getting taken."
"Agent Mulder was with you when you came here?"
"Yes, they took him and Dana somewhere down the hall. I came to his place so panicked that I'm afraid I didn't get to explain much to him. He's probably more confused than ever right now."
"If I could get out of this room. I can try explain it to him."
"You think it will do any good?" Cassandra asked
"I don't know, but he's the only option I can think of. I just need to get out first."
"Leave that to me."
Cassandra walked over to a corner and picked up a chair. She motioned for Marita to stand back and banged the chair on the door.
"Let me out of here you bastards!" She screamed over and over again, hammering the door each time.
She looked out the tiny window on the door.
"They're coming" Cassandra said, and rushed back by the bed.
Marita stood back behind the opening side of the door. Several seconds later the two men that brought Cassandra in appeared.
"We told you to behave yourself Ms. Spender."
Cassandra stood straight. "Go to hell." She said and spat at the floor.
The men stepped forward to Cassandra, and Marita quietly grabbed the door before it closed.
She left to the sound of Cassandra screaming at the men as they tied her to the bed. A smile came to her lips as she heard one of the men yell out, "Ouch, the bitch bit me!"
For an instant Marita almost ran back to the room to try and help her, but she knew that's not what Cassandra would want. She intended on sneaking back in afterwards. It had been a long time since she felt a connection with another person. She hoped she'd have the opportunity to spend more time with her.
She never did.
End
Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated
Title: Kindred Encounter
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Two-Fathers/One son
Summary: Brief Meeting of two woman with a lot in common. Takesplace during One Son.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit. They belong to Fox, Chris Carter and 1013.
Thanks should go to Pollyanna who wrote about this type of meeting first, and to the Harem, who inspired this idea.
Kindred Encounter
"Let go of me you bastards!" A woman screamed. "You're going to kill all of us!"
A door opened, and a woman was thrust onto the floor of a hospital room.
"Behave yourself Ms. Spender or we'll have to restrain you." Chastised one of the orderlies.
As the men left, Cassandra raced to the door. She tugged at it several times. Realizing her efforts were useless, she sat down, crying with her back against the door.
Still unwilling to accept failure, she wiped her face with both hands, and looked around the room. Her eyes brightened as she saw a glass placed on the small table beside the bed.
She got up, grabbed the glass, and shattered it against the wall. Sorting through the pieces, she found one of appropriate size and began to slice her wrists.
"It won't work." A frail whisper called out from the corner of the room.
"What? Who's there?"
"If you are what they say you are, what you're trying to do won't work."
Cassandra looked about the room and shook her head.
"No time for voices," she scolded herself, and dug the glass in deep. As soon as she removed it, she let out a cry. The wound immediately healed up.
Another gasp came from the corner. "It's true,"
"Whose there? " Cassandra asked. " Who are you?"
There was a long pause. Then a voice called out. "My name is Marita Covarrubias. I know what they've done to you."
"Marita?" Cassandra pondered for a moment. "Marita, I know that name."
The recollection hit her and she clapped her hands together, losing the severity of the situation with her pleasure at being able to remember. "Marita! I remember you. You were just little then, a pretty girl with long blond braids."
Cassandra frowned as she was pulled back into the situation at hand.
"Oh Marita, you've got to help me. If you know what they did, then you know I can't be alive. I must die or else…"
"I know," the voice interrupted, "but I can't. There's only one way to kill someone like you. It's a special weapon, and I don't know how to get one."
Cassandra sat down on the bed, still holding the piece of glass. Her other hand rubbed her forehead, as she tried to think of what to do next. Finally, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She peered into the corner.
"Come out of there Marita, I'm harmless." She placed the glass piece back on the table. "Can't even hurt myself."
A pale figure shuffled out from the dark corner. Her arms were wrapped around herself for warmth.
Cassandra gasped at the ghostlike waif in front of her. "Oh my god! What did they do to you?"
"They cured me." Marita replied, glaring at the ground.
"Oh you poor thing. You look so cold. Come here and wrap yourself up in a blanket."
Marita stood, looking doubtfully at the woman in front of her. Cassandra sighed, got up, and wrapped a blanket around Marita. She sat her down on the bed and sat beside her.
"There, that's better isn't it?" Cassandra asked, placing her arm around Marita. "The world isn't over yet, no point in freezing to death now."
Marita sat stiffly for several seconds, looking at the hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what to do. Part of her wished she could run from the room. Another side wanted to place her head on the woman's shoulder and cry until the end did come.
"It's okay, I don't bite. Well, once or twice, but it was in self defense."
Slowly Marita relaxed. "You won't be destroyed with the others.You'll be safe, so will your son"
Cassandra smiled. "I know. It's exactly what he told me. We'd be safe and together, but I don't think so. I won't go play happy wife in his type of Eden. The bastard will have to kill me, I'm sure he has one of those thingies you were talking about."
Marita opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it.
Cassandra smiled. "I know what you're thinking, it's okay, you can ask me."
"It's just you don't seem like the type of woman who would…."
"Marry the devil?"
Marita nodded.
"It's all right, I know what kind of man he is. You don't have to protect me from his reputation. When we met he wasn't at all like he is now. That's the thing about devils, they're charming. They don't come out with full horns and glowing red eyes. Most of them are very attractive and enticing, otherwise where would the temptation be?"
Cassandra felt Marita stiffen.
"I see, you have a devil of your own."
Marita looked away from Cassandra's glance.
Seeing the response, Cassandra patted Marita on the shoulder. "It's okay dear, you don't need to tell me, in fact, I can just shut up right now if you like. Over the past few days so many memories have come back to me. I'm sorry if I was babbling.
"No, it's okay." She hesitated and added, "I'd actually like to hear more."
Cassandra looked at the door. "Do you know how to unlock it?"
Marita shook her head. "I sneak out of my room during times they forget to close mine. They use to always lock it, but lately they don't bother. I don't know if it's because they think I'm harmless now or it's because they don't care."
Cassandra kept staring at the door. She tapped her fingers on her leg and turned to Marita. "Well, since we're stuck here for a while anyway- Like I said, he was very different when I met him.
I knew he was a powerful man. I saw his entourage he carried with him, but power never interested me. What struck me about him was what I saw lying underneath. Despite his power, he appeared to be vulnerable, unsure of himself, lost almost, and I was always a sucker for strays.
The more time we spent together the more I got swept off my feet. We were both orphans, so I felt a bond with him for that, although he could have lied. He was always gentle with me, and treated me like a lady. I wasn't use to that. My life was, shall we say, a little wild before. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't abused or anything, but the men I was accustom to wouldn't think of holding a door open or pulling out a woman's chair for her. I know times have changed, but back then I was in heaven.
I think the biggest thing was, when we were together, he acted like I was the most important person in the world. He listened to me, really listened, no matter how crazy my ideas sounded. Lies or not, back at the beginning I felt adored, loved, even worshiped.
By the time he proposed, I was hooked. God knows why he married me. I'd like to think he actually loved me once, but I remember now that he was very envious of Bill Mulder, especially his family. Could be one day he decided, 'I should get me one of those', and I walked in at the right time.
Obviously, I said yes, and shortly after that, it all went to hell."
Cassandra frowned. "To put it simply, I was duped. People said I was a fool who'd believe anything, aliens, government conspiracies, but those all turned out to be true. Turns out the real reason I was a fool was for believing in him."
"But you eventually realized the truth, you left him." Marita said.
She gave Marita a sad smile. "Oh no dear, you're wrong. I realized a lot of the truth and still stayed. He's the one who left me, and it took a long time before I could honestly tell myself I would never take him back. I know it sounds crazy, but it was like he was two different people inside one body. One was capable of tremendous kindness and love, and the other was equally capable of cruelty and destruction. I was so in love with the one side of him that I'd…"
"Endure anything if it meant you could see that part again." Marita interrupted, staring at the floor. "No matter how loud your mind is screaming to get out, you can't leave what you once had, so you go through months of torment for a few seconds of love."
She looked at Cassandra and added. "It's not that crazy."
Cassandra patted Marita on the knee. "I had a feeling you'd understand.
She gave Marita a squeeze around the shoulder. "I'm glad I met you, Marita. When I was at agent Mulder's apartment tonight I was very comfortable dying. I figured I met everyone worth meeting in this life. At least one good thing came out of all of us getting taken."
"Agent Mulder was with you when you came here?"
"Yes, they took him and Dana somewhere down the hall. I came to his place so panicked that I'm afraid I didn't get to explain much to him. He's probably more confused than ever right now."
"If I could get out of this room. I can try explain it to him."
"You think it will do any good?" Cassandra asked
"I don't know, but he's the only option I can think of. I just need to get out first."
"Leave that to me."
Cassandra walked over to a corner and picked up a chair. She motioned for Marita to stand back and banged the chair on the door.
"Let me out of here you bastards!" She screamed over and over again, hammering the door each time.
She looked out the tiny window on the door.
"They're coming" Cassandra said, and rushed back by the bed.
Marita stood back behind the opening side of the door. Several seconds later the two men that brought Cassandra in appeared.
"We told you to behave yourself Ms. Spender."
Cassandra stood straight. "Go to hell." She said and spat at the floor.
The men stepped forward to Cassandra, and Marita quietly grabbed the door before it closed.
She left to the sound of Cassandra screaming at the men as they tied her to the bed. A smile came to her lips as she heard one of the men yell out, "Ouch, the bitch bit me!"
For an instant Marita almost ran back to the room to try and help her, but she knew that's not what Cassandra would want. She intended on sneaking back in afterwards. It had been a long time since she felt a connection with another person. She hoped she'd have the opportunity to spend more time with her.
She never did.
End
Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated