[Disclaimer information is in part one] Games of the Mind (Part 6) by Christina Shuy cshuy@netcom.com "What's the meaning of leading Ms. Shieh on about having found her daughter?" Skinner demanded, as they filed into his office a scant few minutes later. <<<'Oh boy... we are in for it now...'>>> Lisa was trying *not* to look at Skinner, but the rest of them were trying to *continue* looking at the somewhat flustered Assistant Director. "Sir, we DID find her daughter... or, rather, she found me, though quite by accident." Mulder explained, then gave a little bit of additional information about what had happened in the lobby. Skinner looked closely at Christina for a moment, then his expression softened as he recognized her from her photo, though only just. The photo he had seen of her had been several years old, but there was enough of a resemblance. "Christina Shuy, this is Assistant Director Walter Skinner." Scully said. Christina didn't say anything. Her expression was one where it looked like she had just been caught doing something wrong and then sent to the principal's office in school... though that had rarely happened to her during her life. Another image flashed into place. ----- She turned to look at the person who had been showing her the environmental damage to the planet Earth. It was someone in a light blue hooded cloak, though a different person than the one who had initially told her about the carbon dioxide levels and what they had planned to do, that much she could 'sense'. Also, from what she could tell, it had been the initial person who had flashed Agent Mulder's image into her mind along with a mental note to look for him. As the cloak's hood was pushed back, she saw that the person appeared to be female. The hair was dark and curled up around her head and she had eyes that were ice blue, yet friendly at the same time. The face, however, did not look to be quite human. "Do you see now why you must go back and undo the damage your people have wrought on your homeworld?" she asked in a voice that sounded like woodwinds, though her mouth never moved. "I'll do what I can," she heard herself say. "But I don't think I can do it alone." "You are not the only person with your uniqueness we have requested assistance from. Find the others. I'm certain they will help. We have already begun." "Our people have helped remove some of the harmful gases from your planet, but you are doing so much more damage than simply excess carbon dioxide..." the male voice stated, and when she turned her head, the 'voice' in her mind seemed to be coming from the dark grey hooded figure on the other side of her. "Excuse me, but what would happen if you removed too much of the greenhouse gases from our atmosphere?" A British accented voice, but from her own mouth. The tone was authoritative and the attitude was obvious. Marie. However, before the answer to Marie's demanded question could be answered the scene faded just enough so that she couldn't hear it. ----- Christina blinked and shook her head several times. The flashes of things were getting stranger and stranger. Not only that, it appeared that more than one person knew about what had happened to her in the time she was missing. <<<'Okay, will someone tell me what the *HELL* is going on?'>>> Christina was more than obviously upset. "Excuse me, Ms. Shuy, are you feeling alright?" Skinner asked. She was sufficiently disoriented so that she didn't notice that Skinner, unlike a great many people, had managed to prounounce her last name correctly the first time... without her having to correct him. "I... " she blinked and the scene mostly faded from the forefront, though like many flashbacks, it continued revealing itself in the background. "I... think so. What did my mother have to say to you? I'm sure whatever it was wasn't very nice..." That last part was muttered under her breath, and Chris squeezed her hand, comfortingly. "She wanted to know if it was actually true that you'd been found. I told her I would ask the agents in charge of your case." Skinner answered. "That would be Agent Mulder and Agent Scully. I didn't know they would be bringing you along with them." A sudden thought slipped into Christina's mind, and she frowned. "Sir, why would the FBI be involved in something as simple as a missing persons report? It doesn't make much sense." At that question, Skinner looked at Mulder to explain. "Circumstances behind your disappearance were rather... unique, shall we say. The police didn't have any leads but after questioning the people in the area where you had vanished, the Los Angeles Police Department called the FBI and notified me... the agent in charge of the X-Files." Mulder stated, though there was a faint note of pride in his voice, one that made Christina smiled just a little. "What exactly are the X-Files?" "They're files the Bureau has created to file reports of unexplained or extraordinary phenomenon, which explains the title of the department... sort of." "Agent Mulder, if you get any more vague, you're going to sound like one of my Others..." Christina couldn't help but laugh a little. Beside her, Chris smiled in agreement. <<<'I am *NOT* vague!'>>> someone in her mind protested, but there was also laughter heard. Before anyone could say anything else, a group of people burst into the Assistant Director's office and surrounded Christina, who held on to Chris and feared for his life... not really worrying about her own. They pulled Chris away from her, setting something off inside when she realized it was _her_ they were after. Anger welled up, exploding like a large bubble. "What is going on here?!" Skinner turned towards the door to face whomever it was behind the sudden intrusion. Scully's expression changed to one of partially self-recriminating, partially frustrated. "Oh, no... Mulder, we made a tactical error... The office-" "Was, and still is, bugged." Mulder sighed, mentally kicking himself. "Shit. We should have known... *I* should have known better." "What the HELL did I do this time?" Christina's face was a riot of expression changes and almost everyone present could feel the stirring of energy which was always brought about by extreme and rapid switching of personalities within the person who was a multiple personality. Apparently she hadn't heard Mulder's conversation with Scully. <<<'Marie, don't just stand there... *DO* something!'>>> a young girl's voice cried, and there was the impression that she was about to start crying. <<<'Quiet, love, I'm working as fast as I can. We have to get out of here. There is trouble... I can *feel* it.'>>> Marie's voice was suddenly tinged with a hint of Scots accent. <<>> A man smoking a vile cigarette stepped into the office and Christina felt the internal mustering of the defenders and the guardians gearing up for a fight. She had no idea who the man who had just come in the door was, but she disliked him on sight, primarily because he reminded her of another chain smoker who had caused the formation of Lisa's personality, as well as her 'appearance' and audible 'lisp' whenever she spoke, either internally or to the outside world. It had been the result of practically being forced into doing something decidedly unpleasant. <<<'Gah... no more smokers... *please* NO MORE SMOKERS!'>>> Lisa screamed, nausea suddenly welling up at the back of Christina's throat. At the sight of him, both Mulder and Scully reached for their weapons, but before they could get far, they were surrounded by the troops the Smoking Man had brought with him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Agent Mulder." the Smoking Man said quietly. "What are you doing here, you bastard?" Mulder's tone was coldly dangerous. "You, young lady, are coming with me." he said, taking her arm, ignoring Mulder entirely. His tone was arrogant and only served to inflame Christina's anger. She flinched and attempted to shake off his hand. It had the opposite effect. His grip only became stronger than before. <<<'Oh no I don't... and oh no *HE* DOESN'T!'>>> a male with a strong British accent, Andrew, though more strongly Scots as well, pushed his way through, leaving a blanket of comfort and protection to those inside who were deathly panicked, most including Lisa. <<<'Lisa, dear, I won't let him hurt you.'>>> There was the feeling that Lisa nodded, then ran inward. This was not something she wanted to see. "Let go of me!" she shouted, struggling to get away from him, but his grip on her arm was like steel. "I am not going ANYWHERE with you!" She turned her head to look at Chris, but two men were restraining him and he was fighting them to get away to help her. For just a split second, Scully saw the utter terror in her eyes before another personality took over... one who appeared to be looking for the right time to act... "What is the meaning of this?!" Skinner asked, his expression and tone leaving no room for arguement. "Mr. Skinner, my people want a look at her." the man who was smoking replied. The calm, authoritative arrogance in his voice infuriated Christina no end, and suddenly everything she saw was tinged with a red fog. "And we do not apprieciate being left out of the loop where she is involved." While his attention was diverted by Skinner, Christina's entire facial expression changed again, reflecting the myriad of changes going on in her mind. Clenching a fist, she struck him in the stomach. "I said to let go of me!" her voice thundered, sounding quite unlike her... which was normal in her case. It belonged to another one of her internal people, someone male and quite protective of everyone. The result, however, was immediate. Guns were pointed in her direction, and the man she had slugged got up from the floor where he had landed. "You can either come quietly or we can make this difficult." the man said in the quiet 'knowing' tone which served merely to aggrivate an already aroused temper. A dangerous glitter appeared in her eyes but was masked by a deadly calm expression a split second later, which made her look all the MORE dangerous. "We are not going anywhere. None of us are." her voice changed again, this time Marie's British accent slipped through, as she was 'out' and speaking for the rest of them. "No arguements. We are not going anywhere with you." "I warned you not to make this difficult." The smoker gestured, and someone in the group he had brought along took action. As she turned and moved towards Chris, someone caught her by the arm and injected something. Blackness descended and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious. End Part 6.