DISCLAIMER JAZZ: "The X-Files" and its characters are the 
creations and property of the fabled Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen 
Productions and Fox Broadcasting. I am, of course, using them 
without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. All 
other concepts or ideas herein are mine.
RATING: Let's say NC-17 just to be safe...individual parts will 
be marked NC-17 if and when they arise...
SPOILERS: Through US season 7
ARCHIVE: ONLY ON THE AUTHOR'S OWN WEBSITE (http://rowan_d.tripod.com/elizabethr.html)
UNTIL STORY IS COMPLETED. This way I can mess with the early parts as later 
parts develop...

WATER'S EDGE
by
Elizabeth Rowandale (aka Elizabeth Boyd-Tran)
Copyright (c) 2000


CHAPTER 4:



Dear Scully--

I hope you never read this.  God, I hope you never read this.  
I've sat up three nights running, wondering what to say to you in 
this letter.  This isn't my area.  This is the part where I pass 
the task off to you with a box of chocolates and a puppy dog 
smile.

So, I'll just say what needs to be said.  Yeah, I planned this.  
And yes, the Gunmen were in on it.  I'd apologize, but we've been 
through this too many times before.  You know what I have to say.

The fact is, I'm doing something really risky this time.  Even 
for me.  But I believe in my reasons.  You know I do.

The Gunmen are on our side, Scully.

I don't trust anyone like I trust you.  Never have.  But these 
three morons are next in line, however large the gap between.

I'm writing this letter for one specific reason--Despite my more 
widely advertised reputation for paranoia, it's really you who 
won't trust anyone.  Except me.  Eventually.  And probably your 
mother...

So, I armed the Gunmen with this letter, in case they were faced 
with the daunting task of convincing your cynical and stubborn 
and brilliant mind of something hard for you to believe.

There's no hard evidence on this one, Scully.  There won't be.

I imagine a lot's been thrown at you lately, Scully.  I'm 
sorry...

I guess what my rambling scribbles are trying to say is--If 
you're lost right now, can I offer you a touchstone?

Yours Scully,
M


End Chapter 4
(Continued in Book II - Chapter 5)
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