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Spoilers: FTF, though I do use knowledge gained since the
movie to flesh out some motivations here.
Rating: PG
Classification: Vignette
Keywords: CSM POV
Summary: Sometimes even heroes need a helping hand.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They mostly belong to the actors
who portrayed them, but Chris Carter created them, and Ten Thirteen and
FOX own the rights. I mean no infringement, and I'm not making any profit
from them.
Further disclaimer: CSM's opinions are his own. Whether they are reality
or not, I leave to you.
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Fractured Fairy Tale
by ML
C.G.B. Spender watched as the glass coffin was loaded onto the
transport, the inevitable cigarette dangling from his lip. Sleeping Beauty,
he thought whimsically. Or Snow White. She looked very pure and untouchable
in her cold sleep. Waiting for a prince who might or might not make it
in time.
This was not what he'd planned for her. Why would he engineer her recovery
from cancer, only to see her suffer an even worse fate less than a year
later? She was just as important now as she was then. Only someone truly
short-sighted would say differently. But then, he was often the only one
with a clear vision of what was to be.
He was pretty sure this wasn't what Strughold had in mind, either.
He couldn't have known about the bee. It was a fortuitous happenstance.
He'd staked his own survival on turning happenstance
to his advantage, time and again.
Even Spender couldn't have known that Scully would play right into
his hands. He'd had her followed since she and Mulder had returned
from Texas. His original plan had been simple -- that was usually
the best kind -- an apparent car-jacking, a snatch outside her apartment
building late at night. He knew the best chance to get
her was while she was separated from Mulder. She went to her OPR
hearing alone. Mulder went off in search of Kurtzweil.
Spender had been notified as soon as Scully's hearing was done; he could
have given the order to pick her up at any time. She was distracted and
less cautious than usual. A snatch at a stoplight would have been easy.
But he let his curiosity get the better of him. He wanted to see what
her first move would be. He had a bet with himself.
As he predicted, Scully went straight to Mulder. He owed himself a pack
of Morleys.
Spender didn't know what transpired inside Mulder's apartment,
though he could guess at part of it. Tearful recriminations, impassioned
declarations of need. Nothing he hadn't seen or
heard before. Still, it was a pity that they hadn't yet replaced the surveillance
equipment; if the two finally succumbed to their obvious attraction to
each other, he wanted to be a witness to it. He preferred vicarious living.
Much better to stay emotionally detached.
The phone tap was still in place, however, so they were ready when Mulder's
911 call came through. It was as easy as kiss your hand.
He looked down at Scully's serene face. The fairy tale analogy struck
him again. He could be the prince who awakened her from her slumber...
But he wouldn't allow himself that pleasure. It was one thing to fantasize,
quite another to let such an impulsive gesture ruin his carefully laid
plans. Not when he could get someone else to take the risks.
The cargo bay doors shut. He lit another cigarette and took out his phone.
"Yes?" The deep, cultured voice of the Englishman answered almost
immediately. He was somewhere over the Atlantic, headed toward the States.
Strughold had given him an assignment, too.
Spender felt a brief flash of envy for this man's life, even for his voice.
What sacrifices had he made along the way? He had his beautiful home,
his family. He'd given his money and influence, but he'd been more than
willing to let others do the dirty work. Others like Spender. Not this
time, however.
Strughold had told the Englishman to kill Kurtzweil as a way to remind
him of the obligation he had to the Consortium. However, Strughold was
no fool, either. He'd already contacted Spender about the elimination
of the Englishman, whose conscience was starting to be a problem.
But not before he, Spender, put another piece in play that suited his
own agenda.
Now he told the Englishman, "Agent Scully has been taken care of."
"Where is she?" The Englishman's voice betrayed none of the
anger he'd shown at the meeting.
"She's on her way to Antarctica," he said. The Englishman knew
what that meant, but he asked anyway.
"Is she...?" he asked.
"She's infected," Spender said. "A bee, we think."
There was a long silence. The smoking man could almost hear the Englishman's
thoughts. He made another bet with himself.
"Does Strughold know?" The Englishman asked.
"Of course," Spender said. "But I thought you should know.
It might help if you encounter any...difficulties."
"Thank you for telling me," the Englishman said finally, and
he rang off.
Spender smiled as he lit another cigarette. Another calculated gamble
on his part. Mulder would move heaven and earth to save Dana Scully, he
counted on that. All Mulder needed was a little rudimentary information,
and perhaps some of the solution Spender
had with him now. He patted his breast pocket.
He couldn't be absolutely sure the Englishman would give Mulder
the vaccine, though telling Mulder where Dana Scully was without
giving him the possible cure merely signed her death warrant, and
his.
Of course, there was always the possibility that this could end badly.
Spender considered spiriting Scully away and using his own vial of the
vaccine, once again effecting a miracle cure. But this time, he'd be certain
she knew who her benefactor was.
Would she express her gratitude, or curse him? Would it be worth
forfeiting his position -- possibly his life -- to gamble on her thanks?
He'd not let the smile of a woman persuade him for many, many
years. He seldom let any emotion get in the way of his plans, not since
he was very young.
The flight to Antarctica was long, and Spender had ample time to
turn over every outcome in his mind.
There was the outside chance that the vaccine wouldn't work as
expected. That was part of his defense, should everything go to hell.
That he'd set this whole elaborate rescue up as a test. Though if it did
fail, the possibility also existed that he wouldn't be around to justify
what he did. None of them would be.
If Mulder didn't have the vaccine, Spender knew he could administer it
himself, but it would be so much better if Mulder did it. Still, he believed
in hedging his bets. If necessary, he'd find a way for Mulder to "accidentally"
stumble on the vaccine.
Mulder was still the best hope for stopping colonization, if anyone could.
He'd survived so much, and he had the integrity as well as the intelligence
and drive to do it.
He'd considered others, at the times when Mulder had seemed too
intractable, too self-absorbed, but there were only two others that he
had enough influence or ability to manipulate, and then only so far.
His only legitimate son was still a cipher. Rather than embracing his
childhood traumas as Mulder had, he'd chosen to ignore them. He certainly
had integrity, but he had no imagination; he was a plodder. And he rejected
anything paranormal without discussion or investigation, despite the carefully
planned "recovered memories" his mother insisted on. He might
be useful, but he would never be a hero.
Krycek was unpredictable and not easily manipulated. His
motivations were different than Mulder's. There was no telling what or
who he'd do. There was no discernible pattern to his actions. Most of
the time they seemed self-serving, but he played such a deep game that
it was impossible to tell.
At one time, Spender thought he'd make a suitable successor, but he wasn't
to be controlled or persuaded by any of the usual
inducements, and he wasn't fazed much by threats, either. It didn't seem
to be money that motivated him; certainly it wasn't patriotism for either
of his countries. Appealing to his sense of self-preservation was usually
the best route, but that only went so far. The things that had happened
to him seemed to make him feel he was invincible.
Mulder -- now, he had his gullibilities and his vulnerabilities.
Sometimes it was almost too easy to manipulate him. They'd
discovered early on that putting his partner as risk was a sure- fire
way to get him to cooperate, but only up to a point. She was not content
to be rescued or to stand passively by and let him destroy himself. She
was both his weakness and his strength.
Eliminating Dana Scully entirely might cause Mulder to self- destruct,
but that wasn't a certainty. Leave a man with nothing to lose and he might
take anyone or anything down with him. No, it was better to keep them
both around. Not all the members of the Consortium agreed with that, but
so far it was enough to ensure their survival. And even if no one else
thought so, Spender's vision of the future was at once more far-reaching
and more self-serving than theirs. He'd endeavor to keep both Mulder and
Scully alive as long as it suited his purposes.
Halfway through the flight, he learned of the Englishman's death. He didn't
need to be told that Mulder would be heading for Antarctica within 24
hours.
x-x-x-x
There was no hiding in the vast whiteness of the snowfield. Even without
his information on Mulder's whereabouts, he'd have seen the Sno-Cat where
no Sno-Cat should be.
He waited for Mulder's arrival. He would find it very easy to breach their
security. Spender made sure that only the minimum precautions were in
place. They were only a handful of men, anyway; the place ran itself,
with just the few to monitor the controls.
The lax security became a non-issue when Mulder was discovered
inside the facility. Spender made sure he was the first to announce his
awareness of Mulder's presence. He watched his progress but kept the men
from going after him.
He gave Mulder points for finding Scully so quickly; he'd left what clues
he could out in the open, but in such a vast space they'd be easy to overlook.
He'd thought of ways to leave a trail leading to her, and ways for him
to "discover" the vaccine if need be. He stayed in the control
room, looking over the shoulders of the technicians, waiting to see if
Scully's knight in shining armor needed a spare lance.
When the alarms went off, he said, "Mulder has the vaccine,"
in just the right tone of wondering disbelief. Anyone who survived could
attest to his surprise.
The instinct for self-preservation was strong, and when he asserted
that Mulder would never survive the meltdown, no one questioned him. It
was every man for himself at that point.
They passed Mulder's Sno-Cat on the way out and Spender made his
driver stop. "Just need to make sure," he said. He checked the
gas gauge and switched over to the auxiliary tank. They had enough
gas to get to civilization, providing they escaped. He found a loose piece
of wiring on the floor and stuck it in his pocket. He showed his driver.
"They won't be going anywhere," he said.
Now it was all up to Mulder and Scully to save themselves. He'd
done everything he could, and the rest of the Consortium would
blame the Englishman. It was always convenient to have someone
dead to pin the blame on.
He'd convince Strughold and the rest that this was for the best. They'd
re-set the colonization clock; he'd bought them more time to perfect the
vaccine. He was a damned hero.
Too bad Mulder would never know the full extent of the assistance
he'd been given. Or that Scully would never know that he'd saved
her life, twice. No, Mulder would get all the credit. He, Spender, was
destined always to be the man behind the curtain, pulling the levers and
hiding his skills behind a cloud of smoke.
Someday he'd reveal his true self and garner the admiration and
gratitude he deserved. He'd bet himself a pack of Morleys on that.
end.
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Author's notes: I've always thought of Spender as a megalomaniac
(and some may say, "duh"), and after his "death" (in
Redux II), I
really think he went `round the bend.
His motivations have always been murky, but I've always seen his
interest in Dana Scully as more than paternal (even before En Ami).
I felt even if he aided Mulder because Mulder was his son, he also
did it because of Scully. Maybe more for her than for Mulder. I
know I'm not the first to intimate that CSM might be Krycek's
father, too, which makes for a very twisted "My Three Sons"
dynamic.
Some of the events in FTF seemed awfully coincidental, so I
thought about CSM being a bit of a "fairy godfather" in
Antarctica. I've read a lot of great stories about just how
M & S managed to escape, but I've never seen one where CSM may
have given some assistance for his own self-serving reasons. If
this is old ground, forgive me for treading it again. Thanks for
reading!
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8/12/02