Alien Bounty Huntress
by Agent Chloe Wildner
 SPOILERS:  Small Potatoes
 TIME: While M&S are still working on the X-Files
 WHEN WRITTEN:  September 1998
 CATEGORY: X-File
 KEYWORDS: None/my best friend's fantasy
 RATING:  PG-13 
 SIZE:  25K
SUMMARY:  A sexy alien woman murders aliens and seduces Krycek
and Mulder, only to be stopped by Agent Scully and "Consortium 
Girl" Jillian.


Standard Disclaimer:  X-Files, Mulder, Scully, etc.. all belong to 
Fox and TenThirteen Productions, they are not mine.  This is 
pure fiction and posted for fun, not profit. 

This fanfic was written when I asked one of my BFF's who she'd 
want to be in the X-Files if she was an X-Files character.  
She gave me this "Bounty Huntress" idea and this came out of 
it.  A little crazy, I admit:)  Oh, and "Jillian" is me.  I 
will write a fanfic that introduces her better later, but I 
think you can follow it at least as well as most XF episodes:)
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Lexington, Kentucky

A small dark-haired young woman and an older man are in the 
front seat of an expensive car, driving down the road.  The 
woman looks at him sideways and then begins to massage the
man's thigh, her hand moving slowly higher and higher.  A 
groan escaped his throat, and he swerved quickly to the side of
the road.  Jerking the car to a stop, he turned to the woman and
grabbed her by the shoulders.

"God, what you do to me!"  But the woman only laughed.  He 
leaned in and began to kiss her.  He ran his hand along her silky 
shoulder, but then stopped abruptly.  

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice low and calculated.

"You...you have no breasts...what...who are you?"

She laughed and placed her lips on his nose.  She flicked her 
tongue over the bridge of his nose, then she leaned in and
proceeded to suck it right off.

When she lifted her lips, his nose was gone and a bloody abyss
stood in its place.  The man was screaming and flailing his arms.

She tossed him an amused smile.  "Your nose is no big deal, alien
bastard."  She shoved his arms against the seat back and climbed 
onto his lap.  "Know what's next?" The man opened his mouth to
scream again, but she blocked him with a deep kiss.  The man 
continued to squirm and groan beneath her.


Basement Office
1:02 AM

Mulder entered his office and was immediately greeted by a very 
on-edge Scully.

"Mulder, where have you *been*?"

"I came as soon as I got your message."

"But I left that message two hours ago!"

"I was out; why didn't you try my cell phone?"
"I did."

"Oh."  Mulder broke her accusing gaze and went to fidget with 
the stuff on his desk.  "I forgot I turned that off."  With a show
of bravado, he turned back to her.  "So what's the life or death
situation?"

"It's death, twelve of them actually."  Scully tossed a folder onto
Mulder's desk, and he looked through it as he continued to talk.
"You'd just left and I was about to when Skinner came in and
handed it to me."

Not looking up from the file, Mulder mumbled, "But you didn't 
call me then."

"No, I started to work on it, but at that point I thought it could 
wait until morning."

Mulder sighed and put down the file.  "I think you were right the 
first time.  This file says these men all died of a common virus,
and they lived in different areas of the country so I wouldn't
call it an epidemic.  I see nothing here worth looking into."

"Then you aren't looking hard enough."  Scully grabbed the 
folder from him.  "You've been slightly misled about this
virus that appears to have killed them.  No one's ever seen it
before as far as we know.  But it does appear to be a mutation
of a common virus and preliminary tests don't indicate that 
human reaction to this virus should be significantly different
than reactions to the original."

"I think I'm missing your point, Scully."

She licked her lips and continued.  "Mulder, this virus... most 
people who get it won't even know it.  In severe cases it 
affects the person like the 24-hour stomach flu.

Mulder's eyes flashed.  "Did they have compromised immune
systems?"

Scully closed her eyes and sighed.  She looked up at him and 
shook her head.  "That's just it.  I don't know if they even
*had* immune systems.  This goes well beyond 'abnormal
physiology'.  I only got to see one of the bodies, but, Mulder,
I'm not sure I can even call him human!"

Mulder stared at her and looked down at the file.  "I didn't 
see any of that in there."

"I told you, you didn't look hard enough."  Scully made sure to 
catch his eye, then continued.  "It's there, hidden in lots of 
jargon.  They didn't exactly want to admit what they saw, but
once I saw it I understood.  I *can't* call them human, Mulder."

Mulder had a tight closed-mouth smile, and he pushed past her, 
just staring ahead.  "Do you have anything else?  Any leads on 
who they are or what killed them?"

"Lots.  I have lots more.  I haven't even gotten to the part that
made me call you."

Mulder turned back to her again.  "Okay, I'm listening."

She sighed.  "Well, for starters, one of the autopsies noted
a skin abnormality.  I checked it on the one corpse I had.  
He had muscles all over his skin, exactly like Eddie 
Van Blundht.  And given how strange a thing this is to look
for, it's possible that all the victims had this as well as the
more obvious interior differences."

"You're saying these men were all shape-shifters?"

"All I'm saying is that two of them apparently had the same
skin abnormality as Van Blundht."

Mulder rolled his eyes slightly and scratched the side of his
face.  "What else?"

It was Scully's turn to look down.  She pursed her lips and 
smoothed her hair.  "Well, they all died soon after sexual
relations.  Most of the autopsies came to the conclusion
that this virus was probably transmitted sexually."

"And what's your conclusion?"

"It's very likely, but I didn't get a chance to do a thorough
autopsy."

Mulder arched his eyebrows.  "So they died happy, huh?"

Scully gave him a small smile and a warning stare and 
grabbed something out of this file folder to show him.
It was a picture of the man with his nose removed.

Mulder took the photo from Scully.  "Ouch!  Did they all
have their noses removed?"

Scully shook her head.  "No, only three.  One of the three had
also lost an ear."

"Were they cut off?"

Scully sighed.  "No, they seem to have been ripped off.  And none 
of the cartilage has been retrieved.  It seemed to have disappeared
or perhaps been taken as a trophy."

Mulder nodded slowly, then grabbed the file and turned as if to 
leave.  "Let's go."

"Where?"

"To where the last of these...deaths took place."

Scully shook her head.  "No, Mulder, I haven't told you 
everything yet."  Mulder stopped in his tracks and turned
back to her.  "All of these men were quiet, kept to themselves.
None of them had either a job or a friend.  They had all moved
in to their apartments about four months ago, and they all paid 
their rent in cash.  Furthermore, the government has no record of
any of them ever existing."

Mulder frowned.  "Well, let's see the body."

"Can't."

"What do you mean?"

"It was stolen.  They were all stolen in some kind of synchronized
operation."

"Any leads on who did it?"

"Actually, yes.  One agent  saw who was involved in taking the 
body we had.  He identified Krycek - with two other men."

"Krycek..."  A cloud seemed to glaze over Mulder's eyes.

"That's when I called.  Any thoughts as to where to turn next?
I'm fresh out of ideas."

Mulder took out his cell phone and began to dial.
"Who are you calling?"

"Jillian."


Darkened Cafe
6:17 AM

Mulder, Scully, and Jillian were seated at a table in the back.

"I don't even know why I agreed to meet you," Jillian was
saying.  This is nothing for you to get involved in."

"What do you know?"  Mulder asked.

Jillian sighed.  "This has nothing to do with the American 
government or any of the men I work with."

"That's not what I asked."

"And I didn't answer what you asked."

Mulder slammed his fists against the table. "Damn it, I thought
you were going to be different.  You seemed so willing to tell
all when we first met."

Jillian leaned forward and made Mulder look at her.  "When we 
first met, I had hopes of convincing you to become one of us.  I
never planned on being one of your informants."

"Informants give information.  Perhaps we better amend your 
title."

Jillian bit her lips and looked down, then met his gaze again.  
"Fox, you have to understand.  This has nothing to do with
the truth you are seeking, and it could cost lives if you 
interfere - and I don't mean that lightly.  Dana's already given
you information about what these men really were.  You should
be glad they're dead."

"What are you saying?"

"Ugh!  You can be so dense!  Let Dana explain it to you, I'm out
of here."  She got up to leave, but Mulder shoved her back into
the seat.

"I'm going to continue to investigate this if you don't tell me  
something.  If I knew why it was dangerous to continue looking 
into this, I'd stop."

Jillian rolled her eyes and gave a short laugh.  "That's such a lie.
If I told you where Samantha was, but that if you went to her she
would die, you'd still go."  Mulder stared back at her blankly.
"See, you can't even deny it!  And you wonder why no one 
will tell you anything about your sister."  Jillian stared at Mulder
a moment, then sighed.  "Okay, fine.  I guess it might help you
 back off.  Ask a question.  If I can answer it, I will."

"Who killed these men?"

"My group was not involved in...."

"That's not what I asked!"  Scully reached a hand and closed it 
around Mulder's arm.  He calmed down and shook off the hand.
"Did Krycek take those bodies?"

"He was involved, yes."

"Was 'your group' also involved?"

"Yes, we didn't want it to get out what they were right before we
finally got rid of them."

"And what were they?"

Jillian switched her glance between Scully and Mulder.  "I 
believe you already know that."

"Is it over?  Are the killings over?"

"I..." But Jillian cut herself off.  She was looking towards the
front of the cafe.  "No, it can't be..."  She jumped up.  "Sorry,
I have to go," she muttered and ran towards the kitchen door in 
the back of the cafe.

Mulder let her pass and said, "Go after her, Scully, see what else
she knows.  I'm going to stay and see if I can't figure out what
spooked her."

She gave him a quick nod and ran out after Jillian.  Mulder 
turned to see a woman who had just entered the cafe.  She was
young and petite with dark hair and an enchanting demeanor.


Scully darted out the door in time to see Jillian make a right 
turn at the end of the block.  She called out to her, and Jillian
stopped to let Scully catch up.  She did, however, look around
herself nervously.

Scully stopped in front of her and asked, "What happened?  Why
did you run out of there?"

Jillian lowered her voice and leaned in.  "A woman entered, a 
petite brunette.  She's a killer; she's the one responsible for 
these men's deaths."

"I thought you said you had nothing to do with this."

"We don't, but we've been watching what's been going on.
We saw those men move in, but we weren't sure of what to
do.  So, when she arrived and started to kill them we were
thrilled.  She only has one more target left as far as we know,
and he does live in the area so I guess that's why she's here."

"Why do you tell me all this and not Mulder?"

Jillian sighed.  "Because you're sensible, Dana.  If I told Fox 
this, he'd want to interview her, and that would be very unwise."

"Why?  Is she...?"

"She's an alien, yes, if that's what you wanted to know, and she's 
dangerous.  She's a black widow spider, loves to seduce and kill
men.  It's a game for her, and she's very good at it."  Jillian 
leaned in more and made her voice friendlier.  "Look, she has a
weakness.  Her charm won't work in the presence of others, but
you're going to have to stick to Fox like glue.  Hopefully, she 
hasn't even noticed him, but if I know Fox, he probably went 
right up to her."

Scully watched Jillian turn and leave, and then darted back down 
the street to the cafe.  The whole story was crazy, but if Mulder 
was in trouble....

As soon as Scully opened the back door she saw him - and her.  
The petite brunette had Mulder against the wall in the hallway, 
and she was stroking him.  Scully quickly pressed herself up
against a neighboring wall so that she could hear them, but not
be seen.  Curiosity had gotten the best of her.  Who was this 
woman, and what did she have that was so attractive to men?

"Stop, this is getting you nowhere," she heard Mulder say.

He was answered by a low female voice, very slow and 
deliberate.  "Oh, I am, but not as far as I'd like."  There 
was a pause, and Scully was forced to imagine what was
going on.  Then, "You're in love, aren't you?  With 
another woman?"

"No."

"Yes, but with who?"

"I'm not in love with anyone."

Scully heard a second pause, and she couldn't stay hidden
any longer.  She walked right over to them and gave a 
quick, "Um, excuse me."

Mulder and the woman jerked apart.  At first, the brunette
threw Scully an angry look, but then her gaze softened.
As she looked back and forth between Mulder and 
Scully, a smile even began to form on her lips.  Then, she
whispered, "Excuse me" and slipped away from Mulder
and Scully.

Embarrassed, Mulder tried to save face.  "Look, Scully, 
that wasn't what it..."

"Sure."

Mulder gave up.  "So, did you catch up with Jillian?"

"No."  But Scully didn't look at him.

Mulder knew that she was lying, but also knew it was 
pointless to push her.  "Let's go back to the office."

Scully sighed.  "Mulder, I didn't sleep at all last night.
We don't even have any leads to go on.  I'm going home
to take a nap, and I suggest you do the same.

Mulder looked at her awhile and then shook his head.  "No,
you go get some sleep, but I'm going back to the office."

Scully gave him a tight closed-mouth smile and nodded, but
added, "Try to take care of yourself for me, huh?"


The young dark-haired woman stayed in the cafe all day long,
but did not order anything.  She just took a table by the 
front window and flirted with all male passer-bys.  Despite
the fact that she took up a table all day without ordering
so much as a cup of coffee, the owner did not kick her out.
She had a feeling that the large number of male customers 
who entered her cafe that day were in part due to the 
presence of that woman.  At ten o'clock, however, the cafe
closed, and the woman got up and left without being asked.

The petite woman left the cafe and walked up the staircase
on the side of the building to the second floor apartment.
She knocked on the door, and, when it was opened by a 
middle-aged man, cooed demurely, "I lost my bracelet in the
alley, and without a flashlight I just can't find it.  
Could you help me out?"


New York City


Jillian walked in the thick hardwood door and through the
richly furnished entry hall to the kitchen.  With a loud
sigh, she pulled open the refrigerator door. But as she pulled
out a bottle of water, she was stopped by a booming voice.

"Put that down and get out of my kitchen!"

Jillian turned around to her plump housekeeper.  "Mrs. Davis,
this is my home and my kitchen."

"I take care of it, therefore it's my kitchen."

"I just want some water."

"And you were going to drink it straight out of the bottle -
I know you."

"It's my water.  I'm the only one who drinks it for 
goodness' sakes!"

"Well, I won't stand for it!"

"I don't care what you won't 'stand for.'  If you won't let
me drink my water, I'll fire you."

"You're not my boss, master is."

"You seem to have forgotten the fact that I came of age over 
a year ago."

Suddenly, Mrs. Davis' demeanor changed.  She became 
defensive.  "How can you fire the woman who raised you?"

Jillian noted the change and laughed at her.  "You didn't 
raise me, you just happened to be staying in the same
house while I was growing up.  There's a big difference,
trust me."  She took a swig from the bottle and left
Mrs. Davis behind in the kitchen.

Bottle still in hand, Jillian climbed the stairs and entered a 
closet on the second floor.  She pushed the coats off to one
side and passed through a door in the interior of the closet.
The hidden room was dark and unfurnished except for a 
single chair, which faced a wall of television sets.

Jillian sat down and faced them.  All the pictures were 
different, and there were too many to concentrate on all
at once.  One showed clones working in a lab.  Another
showed Scully asleep in her home.  Still another showed
Krycek.  But Jillian placed herself in front of another 
screen - the one that showed the petite brunette making 
out with her final victim.

"And it's my job to watch," she said, and a tearless sob 
escaped her throat.  "My life sucks!"


The petite dark-haired woman threw her fallen prey to 
the ground in disgust.  It was always fun to lure them in, 
but she had no respect for them.  Then she looked around.
The place was deserted, but there were lots of buildings
around.  She decided it was a good idea to disguise herself.
She ducked into the man's apartment, and came out a 
few minutes later, with a whole new face.

She looked around, but she couldn't see him yet.  Still, she
knew he'd come.  By pure accident, she had still been in 
the area when the officials had arrived to deal with the last 
victim, the one in Baltimore.  At first, she had been confused,
but then she began to understand.  She had followed the body,
and, when she saw it removed later, two things crossed her 
mind.  The fact was that the man who had seemed to be in 
charge was awfully attractive.  The second was that he'd
probably be back to take her next victim.

She had wanted to go for him right then, but decided 
against it.  She only had one more victim to take care of,
and she didn't want to jeopardize the operation.  Now, 
however, she was free, and she was going to wait for him.
She hoped that he would come here before the officials did,
but either way she was going to wait.

After a time, the attractive man and one of the same two 
men who had been with him the night before arrived.  She 
didn't waste any time, but went right down to them

"Hello."  She said it simply, this is a man she respected, and 
no cooing would do.  Besides, she knew she still had it, and
humans were even easier to manipulate than her kind.  Still,
she had to get that other guy out of there.

She was in luck.  Krycek turned to the man he was with.  
"You take care of the body.  I'll take care of this."  He
turned back to her, ignoring the annoyed look on the other
man's face.  "What are you doing in this alley alone?  It's
already dark out."

She smiled at him.  "I live in the apartment up there," she
said, pointing.

"Oh."  Something wasn't quite right about this woman, but 
he couldn't put his finger on it.  But even so, she was so
beautiful.

His associate interrupted his thoughts.  "What do you want 
me to do?"

Krycek tossed his good hand in his direction.  "Oh, you know
what to do.  Take care of it yourself; it's not that hard."  As
soon as he was gone, Krycek took the woman's arm  "Come on,
I'll walk you up to your apartment."

She smiled to herself.  <<Yeah, earth men are easy.>>  As soon 
as they were both safe inside the apartment, she morphed back 
to her usual self.  There was no longer any reason to hide, and 
he wanted him to see her for who she was.

As Krycek watched her change appearance, he finally understood
what she was.  It had been her who had killed those men, her 
who had ripped off their noses.  Suddenly, he was scared.  He 
had already lost one appendage, and he didn't want to lose any
more.

But the woman was already moving in, and he was powerless
to stop her.  He knew she was dangerous, but she was just
so damn sexy.

In a minute, they were in the bedroom.  Visions  of noseless
faces and corpses were dancing through his head, but the
dancing in the bed was too much to resist.

Then he heard a noise, and when he looked up, he 
suddenly had the power to push the woman away.

The woman looked around, and, when she saw what had
prevented her from finishing her fun, she wanted to kill.
However, she knew she had to get out of there.  So she 
ran for the door with visions of her next conquest already
in her mind.

Krycek sat up on the bed and began to straighten his 
clothes, embarrassed.  He looked up at the intruder who
had probably saved him from making the worst mistake
of his life.  "Jillian, how did you know?"

She sighed and shook her head.   "It's my job to watch the
world go around.  I called in that she had succeeded with 
her latest victim before I realized that she was going to 
stick around.  When I did, I set out for DC again, since you
are notoriously hard to reach.

Krycek frowned at her, confused.  "But why?  You risked 
your life and the project coming out here."

Jillian smiled sadly at his confusion.  "For me, Alex, you're
worth saving."  Then she sighed.  "But I have to get out of 
here.  I have a feeling there's still more saving to do tonight.
And get out of here yourself.  Find out how your friend did 
with the body."  Jillian turned and left the room without 
giving Krycek a chance to reply.  Her cell phone was already
in her hand.


The young petite woman entered Mulder's office at about 
2:30AM.  His head was on the desk, and he was sleeping, 
and this time she was ready for him.  

She sat down on the desk right in front of his head and began
to blow on him softly.  He sat up groggily.

"Scully?"  He looked around. "God, it's 2:30.  What are you
doing here?"

She smiled uncertainly.  "Well, what are you still doing here?"

I fell asleep.  I guess you were right about me needing a nap.
I must have fallen asleep hours ago."

"Did you get much work done?"

Mulder sighed.  "No, I can't find any leads on this case.  
Jillian gave me practically nothing on this case."

"Oh, that's okay."  She had no idea what to say to him, so 
she decided to start to work her charm.  She walked around
the desk and began to massage his neck, back, and shoulders.
"You must be terribly stiff from sleeping on the desk.  You
shouldn't work so hard."

Mulder closed his eyes and concentrated on her fingers.  "Ah!
Maybe I should fall asleep on the job more often if this is 
how I get treated."

She laughed,  "You're naughty," and continued her massage.
After awhile she leaned down and pressed her lips to his neck.

Mulder jerked away with surprise  and turned to her.  She started
leaning towards him, and he started leaning towards her.  Their
lips were only inches apart.

That's when the door opened.  "Mulder!"  He looked up.  It was
Scully.  Confusion set in as he realized that the woman he had
been about to kiss was actually the woman he'd met in the cafe
earlier that day.

Scully held her gun on the woman.  "You okay, Mulder?"

"Scully, what's going on?"

With the gun still held on the woman, Scully replied, "This is
her, Mulder, the woman who killed those men."


Basement Office
7:30AM the following morning

They had been skirting the issue all morning, and despite his
embarrassment, he could ignore it no longer.  "Scully, we 
have a meeting with Skinner in two hours, and I sure hope
you're prepared to write the report because I have no idea 
what went on here."

Scully looked at him  The knowledge that he had been about
to kiss her, well, a woman who he thought was her, just would
 not leave her head.  The similarities to the situation with 
Eddie Van Blundht.  "It was Jillian.  She warned me and told 
me to come down here."

"But how did you know she was the killer?"  Mulder paused.
"You knew way back in the cafe already, didn't you?  Jillian
told you?"

Scully nodded reluctantly.  "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"She asked me not to."

Mulder began to pace.  "So what are you going to tell Skinner?"

"That my sleep schedule was off from my lack of sleep the night 
before and that I came by to get some work done, and found
you..."  Her voice trailed off.

Mulder walked right in front of her.  "What are you going to tell
Skinner you held her for?"

Scully raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips.  "Sexual 
harassment?"

"Great.  My female partner had to save me from the sexual 
advances of another woman.  I'm never going to live this down."

**************The End**************************