From netnews.upenn.edu!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!psuvax1!news.pop.psu.edu!news.cac.psu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!uknet!wimbledon.dcs.hull.ac.uk!humus!dr5dmt Sat Oct 29 14:01:25 1994 Path: netnews.upenn.edu!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!psuvax1!news.pop.psu.edu!news.cac.psu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!uknet!wimbledon.dcs.hull.ac.uk!humus!dr5dmt From: "D.M.Templeton" Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: "watched" Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 13:31:42 +0000 Organization: The University of Hull, UK Lines: 78 Message-ID: Reply-To: D.M.Templeton@drama.hull.ac.uk NNTP-Posting-Host: humus.ucc.hull.ac.uk Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII X-Sender: dr5dmt@humus here is probably an extremely cheesy attempt to write an X-files/Highlander crossover. i have a lot of free time so i'll try to do better next time. how the characters know each other i'll leave up to you (for now). please e-mail me and let me know what you think.@8^D --------------------------------------------------------------------------- usual diclaimer thingy here. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emile leaned against the car, idly rubbing the violet tattoo on her left wrist. `I wonder if this'll ever fade...' she mused, a wry smile on her lips. "Come on, Mulder, you haven't got forever, y'know." she muttered. The hair on the back of her neck started to rise. Casually, she looked to her right, then to her left, behind her... She saw him motioning to her from the mouth of the alley. No emotion on his face, just the slight beckoning hand. She looked around again for Mulder. He still wasn't there. Cautiously, she crossed the street, keeping an eye on the young-looking immortal before her. "Yes?" she said, thinking about curiosity and the cats' demises, as she stepped into the alley where he waited. "Message for you...Horton knows." he brushed his curly brown hair off his forehead, flashing a tattoo identical to hers. "Just me?" she asked, a sudden grim and angry look of hatred twisting her beautiful face. "Unsure. Judas says to trust no one." He started to turn away but stopped when she grabbed his arm. "I thought one of the MacLeods did for Horton. Where is he now?" Her grip was far stronger than appearances would make one think. The "boy" couldn't shake her off. "On his way." The "boy" held her gaze for a few seconds. She let him go and hurried across the street to where Mulder stood, watching the exchange. "What was that about?" he asked, looking down into Emile's eyes. "Just some friend of my sister's from Baltimore." she replied, knowing he'd know it was a lie but daring him to challenge her about it. "Oh. Ready to go?" Something in his eyes said that the matter wasn't closed. "As I'll ever be." she said as she got into the car. Mulder closed the door behind her and crossed to the driver's side. "Then let's go." he said as he buckled his seat belt. "Time's a-wastin'." The youthful immortal watched them drive off. There were six soft sounds and then a thump as the body hit the pavement. Two men in tan trenchcoats stuffed the body into a van parked nearby...a plain white van with government plates. Apparantly, someone else knew, too. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- okay, it's dodgy and not x-file-y enough yet but i'm working on it. just be patient and ignore the typos. thanks, d D.M.Templeton@drama.hull.ac.uk "I'd rather be a teapot than a long drink of water."-me