Title: Project Jupiter Pt. One
By: Amanda
Feedback: greenfreakgirl@tomgreen.com
Rating: R for sexual situations and language. 
Summary: Anderea's past fits together with her present and that of the
Disclaimer: The Lone Gunmen and other X Files characters are the
property of CC, 1013 and FOX. I do not make any money off of these.
It's a labour of LOVE! But Anderea is purly MINE!!mmmhahaha
Note: Part of my "Jupitor Series"


The Lone Gunmen Headquarters
10:19 A.M.

I rang the 'doorbell' and this time the buzzer blared. I waited for one
of them to check the video screen and unlock the numerous dead bolts on
the steel door. 
It was Byers. He pulled open the massive door, "Morning Mulder." He
half smiled and yawned. He was still in his robe and pyjamas. He looked
as if he had been up most of the night.

"Morning," I walked in, "Pretty dead in here."
"Yeah. They're just getting up," Frohike was dressed in his usual
black. He seemed upset over the sluggishness of his group as he flipped
through a newspaper. He had a stack of them in front of himself.
Byers shook his head as he re-bolted the door, almost disappointed in
his own sluggish behaviour.
"Why you here?" Frohike asked, realizing no one had called me. 
"I'm looking for Anderea."
Frohike groaned.
"I assume she's in Langly's room. Haven't seen them this morning,"
Byers took a seat across form Frohike and took a newspaper. 
".but I've heard them," Frohike grumbled.
He was really taking on the role of a grumpy old man.
Byers blushed a little as he read the paper.
I laughed, "I guess he won't be needing the videos back any time soon."
It didn't even get a crack from him. His gruffy face was stone.

There must be something wrong with him, but he wasn't telling. And I
had to go on with why I was there. As I walked back to Langly's room I
noticed that having a woman live at the warehouse didn't affect the
'decor.' It was still the mess of three bachelors. But I think my
apartment could still give them a run for their money. 

I knocked on the door to his room. There was so fumbling and a "Just a
minuet," reply from Langly.
I waited until he figure opened the door. "Mulder!" he was surprised to
find me at his door. 
"Is Anderea here?" The smile on his face really answered the question
before I even asked. 
"Yeah, she is," pride was now mixed in with his smile as he stepped
back, letting me in. 
"Fox," she smiled a little embarrassed. She was wearing one of Langly's
tee shirts and running her fingers through her hair to straighten it.
"I need to talk to you," I tried to convey what the topic was to her.
Her face slipped. I had just burst the bubble she was living in now.
"Could you give us a few minuets Richard?" she was trying to sound like
everything was still fine.
"Yeah, sure," he sounded a little put out as he grabbed his robe off a
pile of clothes on the floor. 
"Thanks," she walked over to kiss him. To me it seemed like a little
more than a 'leaving the room' kind. I think she was afraid of what I
had to tell her. 

Langly shut the door as he left.
"You wanna sit?" She asked referring to the bed.
I looked at the tumbled sheets and declined. 
She sat on the edge of the bed, she had a look of dread on her face,
"What is it?" she winced preparing for pain. 
"Your name," I handed her a minilla folder. 
She opened the folder, "Project Jupiter?" she didn't seem impressed. 
"It was dubbed that," I started to explain, "Your father was at ground
zero for it."
She started to look through the pages of text, photographs and number
lists. "What is it?" She didn't seem to want to focus on it. 
"Essentially it's a military program," I felt like I was giving at
briefing at the bureau. Only she didn't look at me like I was crazy,
well not yet. "The military needed pilots who could handle the mental
and physical exertion of their new aircraft." I shifted through the
pages in the folder and brought a photograph to the top. It was the
triangular shaped stealth flyers. "This is the aircraft. It's based on
extraterrestrial technology." 

"So they needed pilots with alien capabilities," she was catching on
and following along with the information. And she still hadn't looked
at me as if I was *spooky*. 
"Basically needed the characteristics," I clarified as she started to
read the excerpts, "They wanted to breed them. A human-alien
combination. Genetic engineering."
She looked up, a little confusion in her eyes, "What does this have to
do with me?" 
I signalled for her to give me a moment, "The breeding would take time
that they didn't want to take. They created an injection; Alien DNA." I
waited a beat, "The test subjects were government children. Teenagers
She looked up at me, "I would have been on the list."

I sorted through the file again, pulling out a list with one
highlighted entry, "You are on the list."
She read the entry; her birth name, birth date and an identification
number. She dropped the folder and all the colour left her face. She
looked like she was about to be sick, "I....I was....injected?"
"Just phase one of five." I guess that wasn't really a comfort. 
"Oh god!" she was fighting off throwing up and crying. She seemed like
she felt her skin crawling. 

I had no clue how to comfort her. I wasn't sure if there was a way to.
I thought about calling Langly back, at least he could hold her. But he
didn't know what it was about. So, instead of standing there in silence
I continued, "Phase one is just an introduction to it. To test the
subjects reaction. Phase two is when changes start to take effect."
She sighed a little. 
"Your father pulled you before that," I tried to reassure her. "That's
why he changed your identity and cut you from your life."
She was just starring off, "To keep me out of the project he named me
after it?!"

She didn't relax and I think she started to cry.
I couldn't tell her the final details, but the guys needed to know the
danger that could be coming. 
"Are you okay?" I put my hand on her shoulder, she recoiled. I think it
was because she felt uncomfortable in her own skin now. "We need to
tell them."
"Could you give me a minuet?" her voice was cracked.
"Sure," as I was closing the door I heard her pick up the folder and
throw it across the room in frustration.

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