Some dancers competing at two or more nationals
(will be added on to once other schedules have been posted)
this list only includes dancers that are attending at the least one nationals without the majority of their studio/as individuals
4PM Dance
Sarahi Lopez-Prieto (Junior) - LV & Radix
CSPAS
Stella Brinkerhoff (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix
Tabitha Nan (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Violet Taylor (Junior) - TDA LV & NYCDA NYC
Brooklyn Ward (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Halle Hunt (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
Club Dance Studio
Mikayla Isler (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix
Dance Deluxe
Vanessa Soto (Teen) - Radix & KAR LV
Dance Town
Belle Marie Arauz (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX
Amanda Carpenter (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX
Victoria Remon (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX
Zachary Roy (Teen) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX
Elite Dance Pro
River Segerman (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
JBP Entertainment
Georgia Beth Peters (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
K2 Studios
Jessica Sutton (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim
Kynzli Reece (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim
Neriah Karmann (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim
Abby Viramontes (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim
Michelle Latimer Dance Academy
Alivya Neeriemer (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Ellie Brunson (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
N10
Sloane Adams (Teen) - TDA LV & NYCDA Phoenix
Nor Cal Dance Arts
Mika Takase (Junior) -TDA LV & Radix
Pave School of The Arts
Liv Matson (Mini) - TDA LV, Radix & Velocity
Addyson Paul (Junior) - Radix & KAR Anaheim
Tayah Klimuck (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Project 21
Aliya Yen (Mini) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Cece Chung (Mini) - TDA & NYCDA Phoenix
Olivia Armstrong (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Leilani Lawlor (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Kira Lieberman (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Brystyn Scifres (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Berkely Scifres (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Regan Gerena (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Sara Von Rotz (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Leighton Werner (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Lilly Barajas (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Brielle Lieberman (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Brooklyn Ladia (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Stella Eberts (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Gracyn French (Teen) - KAR LV, TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Sammi Chung (Senior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix
Stars Dance Studio
Ella Dobler (Junior) - TDA LV & Streetz
Summit Dance Shoppe
Audrey Dorsey (Junior) - Radix & Showbiz
Greta Wagner (Junior) - Radix & Showbiz
Aaliyah Dixon (Teen) - Radix & Showbiz
Leighton Curry (Teen) - Radix & Showbiz
The Academy at The Brea Space
Francesca Jen (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Kinsley Oykhman (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
Allison Shin (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
The Company Space
Piper Perusse (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
The Rock Center For Dance
Melina Biltz (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix
Lily Whiddon (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix
Lola Farias (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Rissa Laguana (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Alexis Mayer (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
Sophia Rudy (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
The Vision Dance Alliance
Kennedy Anderson (Junior) - LV & Radix
Emily Polis (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix
Caitlyn Polis (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix
Studio 702
Aliyah Hunt (Mini) - Starpower LV & Velocity
Eden Hawkins (Junior) - Starpower LV & Velocity
Peyton Nowacki (Teen) - Starpower LV & Velocity
Athena Pacheco (Teen) - Starpower LV & Velocity
Studio X
Mila Renae (Mini) - Radix & Velocity
Brielle Arias (Mini) - Radix & Velocity
Kate Matthews (Junior) - Radix & Velocity
Aliyah Almiranez (Junior) - Radix & Velocity
Aurora Andreski (Junior) - TDA LV & Velocity
Yoko's Dance & Performing Arts Academy
Isabel Dela Cruz (Teen) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim
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Character List and (Y/N)
Genderbend animated Sitcom wifes x Yandere motherly Seriel killer reader
Name (Y/N) (L/N)
Age 22
Gender: female
(Eye color): (e/c)
(Hair color): (h/c)
Appearance:
your a tall woman with (e/c) eyes and (h/c)You have long hair that usually up in one or two buns and you wear glasses.
Personality: You are an enigma and Mystery. You are a Recluse who runs a bakery called Katz Kafe a kid and animal friendly Cafe in the middle of the Neighborhood. You are a quiet young woman who loves animals and children and because of that you are more of an Observer then a talker But at night, you are a serial killer called hellcat And you target abusive parents who disregard and harm their children So therefore you also take the kids You save to either foster care or a new home while leaving proof and evidence that the parents were not fit to raise their child. When you come out of you she'll your friendly, care, protective, intelligent, and wise and you give fairly good advice. You yourself had some parents who abused you and your siblings and when you were 11 you murdered your parents in cold blood and proceeded to do the same to any parents who do the same to their children.
(Normal) Shy, kind, caring, protective, paranoid, Fierce, motherly, gentle, loving, harmless
(HellCat) sadistic, vindictive, mean Spirited, harsh, realistic, jaded, Short tempered, lethal
Powers/abilities
weapon use: you have a spiky club you use to kill your victims. You named it Excaliblog😵
Cooking: you are very good at cooking and baking you make free samples for the children and homemade healthy animal treats for their pets.👩🍳
Hyper awareness: you can hear things from miles away and pinpoint where it's coming from🫡
Night vision: you trained yourself to see and kill in the dark 😶🌫���
Teaching: you are an incredible teacher from Academics to self defense you can teach anybody anything you mainly tutor the children 🤓
Self defense: you are a fighter from professional to street fighter 😷
Super strength: Nobody knows how strong you truly are not even yourself but you could easily lift an school bus😤
Info broker: you know what goes on around the city even though you're not there🧐
Speed: you are very fast you once chase a bus you missed all the way to the next stop😛
Unlimited Stamina: your never Tired period it's never gonna happen 😑
Rage Quit: if someone were to hurt or threatened someone you love or a small child infront of you, you'll fly into a fit of blind pitch black rage that usually leaves blood on you hands ✋️🤬🤯
The genderbends lover Boys/Men
Marge simpson/Mark simpson (the simpsons)
Lois Griffin/ Lewis Griffin( Family Guy)
Francine Smith/ Francis Smith(American dad)
Donna Tubbs/ Donnie tubs (the Cleveland show)
Queen Dagmar /King Denmark(disenchantment)
Jenny hart/ Jake Hart(bless the harts)
Linda Belcher/ Lipten Belcher(Bob's burgers)
Gayle Genarro/ Gabe Genarro (Bob's burgers)
Peggy hill/ Pennsy Hill (king of the hill)
Nancy Gribble/ Nathan Gribble (king of the hill)
Minh Souphanousinphone/Mink Souphanousinphone (king of the hill)
Turanga leela/ Turango Lero(futurama)
Amy wong/ Alvin Wong(futurama)
Labarbara Conrad/ Lawson Conrad(futurama)
Beth Smith/ Ben Smith(Rick and Morty)
Riley Regan/ Ruckus Regan(inside job)
Paige Tillerman/ Pac Tillerman(Central Park)
Abby Hunter/ Albert Hunter(Central Park)
Helen Morgendorffer/ Hal Morgendorffer (Daria)
Honeybee Tobin/Wasp Tobin (the great North)
Sharon Marsh/Seymour Marsh (South park)
Liane Cartman/Lance Cartman (South park)
Carol Mccormick/ Calvin Mccormick(South park)
Sheila Brofloviski/ Sheldon Brofloviski (South park)
Annie Harris/Anthony Harris (Duncanville)
Diane Birch/Danny Birch(big mouth)
Monica Foreman-Greenwald/Marvin Foreman-Greenwald (big mouth)
Shanon Glaser/Shane Glaser (big mouth)
Lana kane/Lenny kane (Archer)
Dr Jill/ Dr Jack (Housebroken)
Your theme songs:
Ok New Character Bio Done!🥳
That's alot of men huh?🤭
Well that's how special you are😏🤤😉
As Usual Leave Comments!!!!!
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911 Cast Bios
Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.
Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)
Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)
Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)
Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)
Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)
Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)
Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)
Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)
Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)
Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)
Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)
Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)
Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)
Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)
Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)
Tara Karsian (Ruth)
Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)
Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)
Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)
Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)
Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)
Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)
Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)
Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)
Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)
Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)
George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)
Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)
Nicole Delgado (Maynard, flashback in 3x07)
Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)
Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)
Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)
Rumer Willis (Georgia, train Vic, 3x18)
Brooke Shields (counsellor, 3x18)
Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)
Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)
Colin McCalla (Connor, Buck's friend)
Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)
Laith Wallschleger (133 medic, 6x15)
Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)
Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)
Mercedes Colon (Ship Captain, 7x01-3)
Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)
Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)
Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)
Richard Brooks (Chief Simpson, s7)
Exie Booker (Carl, 7x06)
Malcolm-Jamal Warner (Amir, s7)
Veronica Falcón (Cllr Ortiz, s7)
John Brotherton (Tim Nash, 7x08)
Tony Amendola (Herman, 7x08)
Callum Blue (Brad, 8x01)
Adela Paez (Nurse Camila, 8x03 etc)
In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:
Anthony Carvello (cruise crew)
Kelvin Han Yee
Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.
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If You Will Let Me
X-Files Post-Milagro Fic
Chapter 21: Help
TW: references to demonic activity, mild references to injuries, hospital setting.
Author’s Note: Eternal thanks to each of you who are following <3 This chapter is part of a larger work on AO3. As AO3 is currently down, this work and preceding chapters are all searchable under #If You Will Let Me
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The phone finally ceased its insistent ringing as the machine clicked, taking over.
It beeped angrily. The signal of a disconnected line, a wasted call. Anyone who was not privy to knowing about the safety precautions would take it as such, hang up and move on.
After two solid minutes, the beeping stopped. The silence was brief before a familiar voice began to speak.
“Guys, it’s me. I’m at Memorial Hospital. Please come, it’s important.”
There was a muffled, clattering shuffle as the receiver fumbled over the phone cradle, finally coming to rest with a plastic clack.
The recorder clicked itself off. Silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the whirring of computer fans.
Dim morning light dusted itself sparingly across shelving and computer towers. The message replayed as the men stood in anxious silence.
Byers eyed the other two men. His face was grim.
Langly scrunched his nose, skeptical. “You think someone put him up to it?”
Byers shook his head.
“Not Mulder,” Frohike was quiet, but resolved. “He wouldn’t do that. But he knows not to just ask us to come out like that.” He drummed his fingers on the desk in front of him.
Langly stood, adjusting his glasses. “He could be hurt, can’t come here himself. But why call us, why not Scully?”
The men were quiet for a moment, considering.
Frohike broke the silence. “It has to be bad.” He sighed. “Well. Let’s go bail his ass out.”
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Mulder’s clumsy hand made a few vain attempts before it figured out how to hang up the phone next to his hospital bed.
Abby helped to readjust his pillows and offered a supportive smile. “You got through?”
“Yeah. They’ll get it.”
He sighed. He was certain they would hear his message, but coming to visit during the day in a very public place? That was asking a lot from men whose lives depended on secrecy and anonymity. He could only hope.
The nurse stared at him for a long moment. “Well. If your friends come, I’ve already notified the nurses’ station on her floor. They’ll be expecting someone. But if anything goes wrong…”
“If anything goes wrong, I forced you. Threatened you. Whatever. Say what you need to say. Make sure it doesn’t ruin your future.” Mulder was used to being blamed. He could think of no reason to take the full fall that was nobler than protecting Scully. He would do it a hundred times over.
“Yeah.” Abby’s lips were twisted in a strange, nervous line. “And you’re sure… this thing, whatever it is, it’s not here. It won’t…” Her voice faded.
“Come for you?”
She nodded weakly.
“No. I can’t guarantee it’s not here… but it won’t come for you. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t… It doesn’t want anyone else.” He stared vacantly out the window at the clouded, deep indigo of early dawn. “Just us. He just wants us.”
Her lips were turned, brow furrowed. She cleared her throat and started for the door.
“I have to go, but I’ll be back before my shift ends. As often as I can.”
He offered a small, grateful smile.
She raised her eyebrows. “Of course, Beth will be coming in too, ya know.”
“Oh good, she’s my favorite.”
Abby rolled her eyes and grinned. As she left, her soft laugh danced through the doorway.
He blinked slowly, then moved his unfocused eyes toward the blanched, pockmarked ceiling tiles above him. Though his system was dutifully purging the chemicals from his veins, he still felt heavy. Drained. His focus wavered. His glassy eyes drifted closed.
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A knock at the open doorway snapped Mulder’s eyes open, and his gaze settled on a familiar, ragtag group of three mismatched men. One wore a well cut beard and a suit to match. The other two wore baseball caps and track suits, attempting to blend in. It had quite the opposite effect of what they intended. Mulder winced as he sat up in an attempt to greet them.
He was immediately under interrogation.
Langly blinked through his thick framed glasses. “What put you in the hospital this time? You do look like hell- what happened to your face? And you’re really pale- is it vampires again?”
Frohike stepped forward, his eyes squinted in faux clinical analysis. “Yeah, you look even worse than usual.”
Mulder began to grin, but stopped abruptly at the tight, painful pull of newly healing skin. “Thanks, Melvin. I missed you, too.”
Near the doorway, Byers pressed his lips together, holding in his amusement.
“You owe us, ya know.” Frohike huffed and crossed his arms. “Landline contact from a very public facility, plus demanding we come into said public facility.”
“Demanding? Hardly. Dramatic today, aren’t we?”
Frohike ignored him. “You put us at serious risk, my friend. Not to mention, we are putting some highly sensitive research on standby for you right now.”
Langly nodded, his long blonde hair nodding with him, and spoke in an enthusiastic whisper. “It’s true, Mulder, you would find it fascinating. I can’t go into specifics here- obviously - but it has to do with the Bermuda Triangle and advanced technology.” His eyes were wide with excitement.
Mulder shook his head, immediately regretting it from the way the room began spinning. “No... no. I’ve had enough of the Bermuda Triangle to last me a while. But I’m okay, mostly. I called you guys for Scully. Not me.”
“We wondered. Usually you call her. You calling us was a big red flag.” Frohike’s face grew more serious. “Is she okay?”
“Boy you don’t care about me at all, do you?”
Frohike shrugged. “Not as much as her. No.”
Mulder nodded. He understood perfectly. Scully meant more to him than anything on this cursed planet, yet here he was, tied down by IV tubing and kept from knowing anything about her.
“Fair. Well first of all, you need to know that they won’t tell me about her, won’t let me see her. Some of the people here think I did something to hurt her- and I didn’t.”
Frohike’s eyes narrowed. “Did you do something on accident?”
“No! Absolutely not.”
“Jeez man, just asking.”
The slumped shoulders and the angry, pained look in Mulder’s eyes were enough to silence any more sarcasm.
He rubbed a hand over his forehead, down to rest on the bridge of his nose, and heaved a deep sigh. “I have been trying so damn hard to keep her safe… and I can’t.” His confession whispered through his lips, and he felt himself break at the admission of his own impotence. Uttering it aloud somehow made all of his attempts to protect her seem pathetic. “I need you, and so does she.”
Langly adjusted his glasses and moved to the bedside, focused solely on helping the battered, frustrated man before him. “You know us, Mulder. Anything you need, we’ll do.”
Mulder nodded slowly, composing himself. There was too much at stake for his volatile emotions to win. Not now.
“This won’t make sense, and we don’t have time for me to explain. There are demons that want us both. Lots of them.” Mulder wondered at himself. He had lived it, and yet it sounded insane even to him. “It began with Scully, but somehow I’m part of it, too. They’ve… claimed us. I can’t think of a better way to explain it. Claimed her… and if we don’t figure out how to stop it…she’s…” He didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t.
The Gunmen looked at each other, faces grim.
“Tell us how we can help.” The voice Byers used was quiet and calm, but he rocked his body back and forth behind the other two in an unconscious, nervous rhythm.
Mulder offered the best smile he could. It was miniscule.
“Thank you, guys.” He drew a breath. “Well, we need information, and I can’t help until I’m released from this stupid room.”
“No problem, finding information is our specialty.” Langly offered a genuine, reassuring smile.
“I know.” Mulder felt his spirits rise slightly. “I need you guys to find out everything you can about Phillip Padgett. He was an author, and was part of our case last week. He was somehow able to write things that came true. He’s responsible for the deaths of at least three people- and tried to kill Scully.”
Frohike sputtered, furious. “That bastard! You caught him, right?”
“He’s dead.”
“Oh. Well, that takes care of that.”
Mulder’s lips were drawn in a thin line. “It should. But I’m not sure. Scully definitely thinks he’s part of this, somehow.”
Langly squinted at Mulder quizzically through his black frames. “How can a dead guy be part of what’s happening to Scully? Do you think he faked his death?”
“Could be. But Scully performed the autopsy… and she was pretty, uh, familiar with his face.” Mulder felt his stomach clench at the memory of Scully sitting on Padgett’s bed, so close to him. “I need you to get all the details you can find, Langly. Anything about him. Where he was from, where his ability to write things could have come from… and if that body is still in the morgue. And we also need information on the area surrounding Laroy, Illinois. Any paranormal activity, missing person files… anything that can help us figure out what we’re dealing with.”
“Can do.”
“Now you guys,” Mulder directed his attention to Frohike and Byers. “I need you here. This is gonna sound insane, but… Well, when we are alone, the demons seem to have access to us. I don’t really understand it, but that’s how it seems to work. It’s like… something has us… marked.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve seen them almost take her. Me being there doesn’t help, I’m just more food for them. But last night, in her apartment, the police came for a disturbance call, and-”
Frohike interrupted. “Well, what were you two doing?” He waggled his eyebrows.
Mulder pointedly ignored him. “They were everywhere, and… in us. I know this doesn’t make sense, but when the men came through the door, everything stopped. The demons have the ability, almost like permission, to attack us. But when other people- other souls- are there, they can’t do what they want. Or can’t complete what they begin. So they leave.”
The concept of souls, of some eternal aspect of self, had always seemed odd to Mulder. Somewhat contrived and self important. It was a way for mankind to believe they had a larger supposed worth. Yet now, he found himself at a loss for any other explanation. It was terrifying. Yet the thought of an eternal piece of himself existing with Scully, somehow… he found himself desperate for that aspect to be real.
“I know you guys like to work together, but we really need you to split up and keep us from being alone. Otherwise… well, we might not be here for much longer.”
The men nodded, though their faces were reluctant. Being stuck in a hospital room with no special equipment and no defined ending time sounded torturous.
“You,” Mulder nodded to Byers. “I need you to be Scully’s protection. Make sure she isn’t alone. And let me know how she is, if you can.”
Frohike balked, his mouth agape. “What? How does he get that assignment?” He waved his hand at Byers dismissively, who stood awkward between them, attempting to avoid eye contact. “What makes Byers the guy for the job, when I-” He stopped himself short.
Mulder’s thin smile returned. “When you what, Melvin?”
“Phhh. Nothing.”
“Byers is the most normal looking, disarming guy in this room. No offense, but you and Langly stick out of any crowd. Even with your sexy tracksuits. We need Byers to be Scully’s brother… someone who could get medical information, who could stay with her. Someone the medical staff wouldn’t question. Besides,” Mulder’s smirk returned. “I’ve missed you, Melvin. I thought we could spend some quality time together. Maybe even cuddle.”
Frohike shook his head. “You’re an ass.”
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Golden light glimmered through the windowpanes, flashing off the metal railings and IV stand in a blinding glare. The walls, pillows, blankets, even the pale wooden doors were illuminated by morning light that shone unnaturally. Propped up with pillows in the glaringly white bed, Scully rested, half conscious. Auburn hair splayed tousled and tangled around her head, and waffled strips of sterile white gauze wrapped expertly around sections of her arms.
When she finally attempted to open her eyes, she was blinded by the glow that filled the space before her. Pieces of her body burned, but everything around her was feather light. Peaceful. It was a calm, silent space. She took a deep, contented breath, nuzzling her head further into her pillow, only to feel a sharp sting on the back of her scalp.
She groaned and reached behind her cranium, fingers settling on a bandage. On shaved skin. She startled. Why hadn’t she noticed before? She began frantically feeling the rest of her head for hair. Her fingers combed through strand after tangled strand, and her quickened pulse slowed.
She blinked, heaved a sigh, and looked down dully at the bandages on her forearms. She hadn’t noticed them the night before, either. From the glass on her floor, she realized. Turning her arms over before her, she wondered absently how many shards they had to extract from her epidermis, how many had pierced deeper, and how many new scars she would wear now, this side of heaven.
She let her eyelids drift closed, attempting to quell her dismal thoughts. It occurred to her that when one is so lacerated and abused, the scar tissue takes over and the softer, unmarred flesh is barely visible, but hidden and safe underneath.
Her heart felt that way now. She loathed it.
A knock at the doorway rattled her.
“Agent Dana Scully? You’re awake.”
A young police officer stepped a few feet into the room, squinting at the brilliant light. He attempted a polite smile.
“Yeah. I’m awake.” She looked him over, trying to place him. He stood tall and lean, with sandy brown hair, freckles, and a face yet to be worn down. He looked no older than 25, she guessed. Though she prided herself on remembering details, this face escaped her. Her stomach clenched.
“Have we met, Officer…?”
“Matt Harris.” He smiled again. “We haven’t actually met, no. I responded to a call about a disturbance at your residence. I asked the doctor to notify me when you were alert so I could ask you a few questions.”
“Oh.” She looked down at her bandages once more.
Officer Harris took another step into the room. “It’s okay, Dana. You’re safe here. We just want to know how this happened so we can keep it from happening again. I have a few questions, they won’t take long. Is it alright for me to ask you a few things? Do you feel well enough for that?”
Scully frowned, but caught and held his gaze. He seemed to be a real person, but her fingers found the “call nurse” button that lay next to her on the bed.
As if a nurse could do anything to a demon.
She was familiar with these interviews, and the very notion that some stranger could consider her a victim in that sense made her smolder. There was no word, no feeling she despised more. Besides, she couldn’t tell anyone the truth. Not the police officer. Certainly not the medical staff. At best, they would assume she was lying to protect someone. At worst, she would be held for psychiatric evaluation.
“I… I really don’t feel up to questions, Officer Harris. But thank you.” She offered a superficial smile.
Shifting in place, the young officer looked indecisively toward the door, then back to her. “Well… could you let me know, was anyone else in the apartment with you, Ms. Scully? Did you let anyone in, or did anyone force their way in, or…”
Her forced grin fell off her face. There was nothing she could offer him, truthfully, that would answer his questions. She sighed, weary.
“Listen. I appreciate this, I really do. But I’m fine. My partner, well, my friend was with me, but he wouldn’t hurt me. Ever. There wasn’t anyone else that I remember being there.”
The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. She supposed, though, that a spirit didn’t technically count as another person. Physically at least.
Officer Harris raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat. “You said ‘that you remember.’ What do you mean?”
“At some point in the early morning… I became unconscious.” She knew how it sounded, and winced internally at the judgment she saw on his face. “I’m tired, officer. I really just want to rest.”
He frowned to himself, scratching a note on his notepad. “If you happen to remember anything else, please get in touch.” He walked to her bedside, placed a card on the table, and stared down at her. His eyes were serious. “But off record, Ms. Scully, I suggest you and your friend stop fraternizing if it ends like this.”
Her face was stone. “There is nothing else. Agent Mulder had nothing to do with what happened to me. And if I do have any more details, I won’t be calling you, because off record, Officer Harris, I have observed many well done victim interviews.” She glared up at him. “This wasn’t one of them.”
He blinked, turned abruptly and left.
The condescending tone in his voice had reminded her too much of Kersh. She slumped back into the hospital bed, furious, but too exhausted to do anything about it.
Almost against her will at first, she felt herself beginning to drift back to sleep, and chose not to fight it. The darkness wasn’t here. It wasn’t here.
But before she could fully succumb, another knock sounded loudly at her doorway. She jolted awake.
“Ms. Scully?” A nurse with a kind face and bright, cartooned kitten scrubs peeked in. “I’m sorry to disturb you, hun, but your brother is here to see you. I can send him away if you’d rather not have company.”
Scully blinked. Who had called Bill? And if Bill was here, her mother wouldn’t be too far behind. She groaned inwardly, but forced a small smile.
“Sure, yeah. He can come in, I’m awake.” She tried to sit up a bit, to look less battered. She was certain, with her bandages and her hollowed eyes, she looked not unlike Lazarus. Bill would be furious to see her like this.
A well dressed, bearded man stepped through the doorway. He offered an awkward grin, and an equally awkward wink.
“Hey, sis. I heard you’re feeling bad, and you could use some company.” Byers walked across the room to the chair by her bedside. “I came as soon as I could.”
“You two have a good chat, Ms. Scully,” the nurse called. “Press the button if you need anything at all.” Her footsteps retreated down the hospital hallway.
I
Byers leaned in, attempting to be quiet but reassuring. “Mulder sent me. He told us what happened. I’m your personal bodyguard, I think. For now anyway.”
Scully smiled. “Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “So, is he…” she trailed off, glancing down at her bandaged arms.
“Oh, he’s okay. He’s okay.” Byers’s face was sincere. “He just can’t come see you right now, but he’s just on the next floor down.”
“They hurt him again.” Scully’s tired eyes grew wet, in spite of herself. “It’s not going to stop.”
“No, it’s going to be okay. Really.” Byers cleared his throat and patted his hand on hers. It was painfully evident that he had little experience in comforting another human, but she appreciated the effort. “The guys are taking care of it. And Mulder. And I’m here taking care of you. We’re going to figure this out.”
She nodded. A tired grin graced her lips for a brief moment, then darted away. “Tell me how he is. Please.” She felt her desperation rising to the surface. “I just.. I want to see him. I need to see him.”
“Soon,” Byers promised. “But you should rest. Mulder’s okay. I’m sure he’ll be released soon. He seemed ready to leave his hospital bed immediately to come find you.”
She breathed a soft laugh. “Mm. Typical Mulder.”
“He’s safe. And so are you.”
She scoffed inwardly.
“You don’t have to stay, you know.” She carefully adjusted her head on the pillow. “I’m going to sleep. I’ll be fine.” She wondered at the last three words. How often she had lied them.
Byers leaned forward. His face was suddenly very serious. “I won’t leave. Mulder said you can’t be alone.”
She would have folded her arms, were it not for the IV tubing and painful sutures. She settled for a skeptical glare.
“I wasn’t alone. He was at my house and they… they came anyway.” The memory of Mulder’s face twisting, melting into the hollow, haunting visage of Padgett made her stomach suddenly sick. “He tried to stop it. He couldn’t.”
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“Mulder, you’re not gonna believe this.” Langly’s excited voice greeted the men from the doorway.
“I hope it’s good news.” Mulder tried to smile.
“Sure. Good news you aren’t on my missing persons list.”
Mulder and Frohike glanced at each other.
Papers rustled in Langly’s hands as he walked toward the bed.
“I dug into the small town in Illinois first, and a Philip Padgett was actually listed as a resident of the Laroy area in the last two censuses- and since he was listed as a minor there, I traced the family back. Before they moved, he lived in Springfield, Missouri. They moved when he was around seven, and his mother left soon after. Just disappeared. She’s one of sixty-eight people listed as missing from the Laroy area over the past thirty years. Not all from that town, but most are from the same county. They seem to be grouped into clusters, three here, five here. I’ve organized the disappearances chronologically and listed the dates for you.”
He placed the papers on Mulder’s lap.
“Anything specific about Padgett? We couldn’t find any criminal record. Or friends. Or family.”
Langly shook his head. “Nothing. All his rentals have been in his name alone. The only time spent away from Laroy was his time in college at Illinois State University. English and language arts major, minor in religious studies. No surviving family. His father died two years ago. Looks like he moved to DC shortly after that.”
Mulder chewed his lip in thought.
“I went ahead and printed all his former addresses. His last one was in your building. Crazy!”
Mulder grimaced. “I know. It wasn’t a coincidence, he planned it.” He continued to flip through the pages, slowly studying the new information. So many missing people. So many lost souls.
“You have been a busy bee haven’t you?” Frohike teased.
“Doing my best while you sit on your ass with Mulder all day.” Langly turned his attention back to his wounded friend. “I’ll have to check for the body when they finally bail you out. I can break into places, I can get you full family histories and social security numbers, but overriding morgue security and breaking in solo… even I can’t do that.”
Frohike put his hand over his heart. “Ah, it’s good to be needed, isn’t it, Mulder?”
Mulder did not respond. The color had drained from his face.
“Mulder?” Langly stepped closer. “What is it?”
Mulder’s eyes were trained on the page of Padgett’s former addresses. Washington, D.C. Normal, Illinois. Laroy.
“This address. 1650 Hainsville Road.” His voice was tight. “You sure he lived here?”
Langly nodded.
“That address… is the one that Scully tried to take us to. We ended up at a farmhouse. With demons.”
The Gunmen looked at each other. The afternoon sunlight was tainted by uncomfortable silence.
Frohike sucked a breath and spoke. “But… how would Scully know his old address?”
Mulder’s pupils were laser focused, burning a hole through the paper.
“I don’t think she did,” he said quietly. “I think… she said what he wanted her to say.” His mind was reeling, his stomach twisted.
“I don’t understand,” Langly said, regret evident in his voice.
“Have you ever wanted something so bad, you would do anything to get it?” As Mulder spoke, his words were chalk in his mouth. Eyes unfocused, brow heavy with sickened understanding. “What if… what if Padgett found a way to do just that? What if he made some supernatural attempt, some bargain to get who he wanted?”
“You meant what,” Frohike said.
Mulder shook his head, slow. Afraid. “Not what. Who. He wants Scully.”
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