Re-Agent


I had always known that he was passionate, maybe even a little obsessive, about his work. I just never knew how far he was willing to go, or who he would take with him. In retrospect I knew this day would come, the day that his mission would superseded our partnership.

As a doctor I should have paid more attention to the signs of his encroaching madness. I just didn't want to belive it. What can I say? I was blinded by ambition, as was he. I was skeptical at first, but after all I've seen I started to believe his work, and eventually in him. I have always been wary of his unorthodox, and occasional illegal methods, but they did give results. Thinking about it now, after the fact, I can see everything so clearly. This should not have come as any great surprise. Although I have to admit that the betrayal still hurts.

God, it feels like my heart has been ripped out! Maybe it has, I can't even find the will to move to find out. If it has I hope it can be found or at least one to replace it. Had I known how painful this would be I would have never followed him for so long. For some reason I still can't believe that he turned on me. After all we've been though together I figured that I would be safe from his devices. I even went so far as to believe that we were friends.

I guess this is really my fault, I deserve this fate for putting so much trust and faith in a madman. His goal has always meant more to him than anything or anyone else. A man like him has no need for friends, only tools to get what he needs. I played that role so perfectly. I did everything he ever asked of me, even when it went against my better judgment. I hate to think of the endless hours of researching bizarre topics, countless autopsies and other gory procedures I've particpated in. Not to mention all the lying and covering up to the authorities that I've done for him. It's a wonder that we haven't both been arrested and had our licenses revoked.

The endless search for life's secrets has finally consumed any reason that may have once resided in that brilliant mind of his. I just got in his way and became no longer a useful tool. Or maybe he had plans for me the whole time. It doesn't really matter now. I hope that the pain drives me insane so I don't have to live with it, and my thoughts, forever.

"What do you think, Scully?"

"What do you want me to think of it, Mulder? It was definitely a heart attack, it happens every day. The only question is why you wanted me to autopsy him. There's nothing unusual here that would warrant our interest."

"What if I told you that he's been in this condition for over a week without any kind of tissue decomposition?"

"Please don't tell me that you're suggesting that he's not quite dead."

"Well..."

"Mulder, see that red tissue over on that scale."

"Yeah."

"That's his heart, if he wasn't dead when he came in here he is now."

"So that twitching is normal."

"It happens, just a chemical reaction between the last dying synapses causing a muscle contraction. Scientists have been making dead frog legs twitch for centuries. It does not mean that they have been bringing them back from the dead. There's nothing here. Dead is dead, Mulder. And I can assure you that this man is dead. What was his name again?"

"Dr. Daniel Cain."



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