TITLE: Papa Dear, Part 1 AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor EMAIL: gyrfalcon@yahoo.com FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get! RATING: PG-13 DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Skinner, and anyone else you recognize are 1013's. However, Anne Jacobs/Hannah Jean Frohike is all mine. SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM series. CATEGORY: Drama, LGM/Skinner/Other SYNOPSIS: Does Frohike want to see the daughter that was taken from him? AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series will be called the "Home at Last" fics. The title is inspired by the song from the movie "Yentl". See if you can catch the clues to an important part of her and Frohike's lives in the next part. First person to guess gets the privilege of writing a sex scene between her and another character of my choosing later. (evil grin) "Hey Doohickey, where you going?" "I gotta meet an old friend." Byers looked interested. "How long will you be gone?" Frohike put on his hat and glared at their questions. "I don't know, ok? Should I call if I'm gonna be late, mom?" He crankily pulled on his jacket and left the basement. Byers just raised an eyebrow at Langly. "Yo Byers, let's go." "Go where?" Langly had his windbreaker on and was halfway to the door. "C'mon, don't you wanna know who his `old friend' is?" "It's not right." "Funny how that's not stopping you from following me." Fortunately, neither Anna nor Frohike and Skinner noticed the van parked down the street from the café. They watched from the periscope cam as Frohike and Skinner approached the sidewalk tables where a single person sat. Langly whispered to Byers although he knew he couldn't be heard. "So who's this chickadee? She seems kinda young for him." Byers thought she looked familiar, but just couldn't place it. "I don't know. The only local hit on her face is a driver's license belong to one Miss Anne Jacobs, age 31." Langly looked vaguely disgusted. "Man, if she's an `old friend', then he's a real cradle-robber." They watched as the two men approached her and she looked up. A huge smile broke out and she seemed hesitant. Frohike said something, and the smile got even bigger as she threw her arms around him. Even Skinner looked pleased at the situation. They hugged for a long moment, then she gestured for them to sit down. "Damn, we don't have the directional mike right now." Byers tugged on his arm. "Let's go, this is obviously a private moment. We'll go back to the warehouse, then see if Frohike wants to share his news when he returns. Come on, Langly. Let the lovebirds be." Byers' mistaken assumption caused a pang in his heart and a thought of Susanne. Sometimes the universe wasn't very fair, he thought. --------------------------------------------- TITLE: Papa Dear, Part 2 AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor EMAIL: gyrfalcon@yahoo.com FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get! RATING: PG-13 DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Skinner, and anyone else you recognize are 1013's. However, Anne Jacobs/Hanna Jean Frohike is all mine. SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM series. CATEGORY: Drama, LGM/Skinner/Other SYNOPSIS: Does Frohike want to see the daughter that was taken from him? AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series will be called the "Home at Last" fics. The title is inspired by the song from the movie "Yentl". See if you can catch the clues to an important part of her and Frohike's lives. First person to guess gets the privilege of writing a sex scene between her and another character of my choosing later. (evil grin) She merely raised an eyebrow at the number of locks Frohike had to open to get in his own home. Anne really looked forward to meeting his two roommates and co-workers. She just wasn't thrilled with the idea of not saying she was his daughter. She followed him into the darkened cool clutter. However did he work in this light? He called out as they neared the computers. "Hey guys, I want you to meet someone." Byers and Langly looked at each other, surprised, then stood to greet the guest. "I invited her to stay for dinner. This as an old friend of the family, Anne Jacobs." Byers was naturally the first to greet her. She had a firm grip for a woman, he noticed. "John Byers, ma'am. Pleased to meet you." He liked the way her warm brown eyes sparkled in the weak light. She wasn't much taller than Frohike. Slender but not skinny by any means, she carried herself with confidence. Her dark hair fell down her shoulders in a soft silky sheet. Just as she smiled, Frohike interrupted. "And this rude little hippie is Ringo Langly." She stepped over to the table and held out her hand. Nervously he shook it lightly as she looked up into the most lovely eyes she'd ever seen, the color of a storm-tossed ocean. His hair swung in curls of molten gold as he snapped at Frohike. "Can it, Doohickey, not in front of a lady." He turned back and only then let go of her hand as she giggled. He normally didn't like a girl's high-pitched laughter, but this seemed so spontaneous and honest that he caught himself smiling at her. "Just call me Langly. Or just call me." Man, did he really just say something that cheesy? She laughed again and blushed a little Frohike was SO gonna kick his ass. She whispered to Frohike in the kitchen as she helped him cook the meatloaf. "You didn't tell me he was cute, Pop." He glared at her. "Who? And don't get any ideas." She stood there smiling quietly. "What is so funny?" "Nothing," she said softly. "I just realized how much I missed having you there to threaten my boyfriends." His eyes grew sad as he drew her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Hannah. I missed you too. I was so angry at your mother, not for leaving, but for taking you." She pressed her forehead against his, sniffling lightly. "It's not your fault, Pop. Mom was greedy and ambitious, and not willing to work on things. I was furious at her for many years for taking me away from you." She paused and looked him directly in the eyes. "I want you to know, I never wanted my name changed to hers. I'm actually currently getting it changed back." He hugged her tighter, and Langly entered the room. "Oh break it up, you two. Wait `til after dinner." He passed through to get something from his room. A look of surprise came over her face, and she looked angrily at Frohike. "Now you fix this, Papa. I will not have your friends thinking I am you conquest, although I am curious as to what kind of reputation you have. You tell them at dinner or I will, but that assumption just isn't right." He put up his hands in surrender. "OK, ok. Sorry. Haven't been a monk, you know." Now it was Hannah's turn to put up her hands in an unconscious copy of his gesture. She sat at the table as Frohike served up the meatloaf and veggies. Langly and Byers came in with the drinks. Hannah looked vaguely upset at the glass of milk Langly sat in front of her. "Oh, Langly, I'm sorry . . . I, um . . ." Frohike saved the day by grabbing her glass of milk and heading for the kitchen. As he came back with a Pepsi, he explained somewhat nervously. "Sorry, I forgot you are a little allergic." Only Byers caught the strange look she gave Frohike, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. Suddenly, comprehension dawned in her eyes. "Oh, thank you. Don't worry, Langly, I forgot to tell you. You couldn't have known." She placed her hand over his on the table and smiled directly at him. He got kind of uncomfortable after a moment as Frohike glared at them. She looked over, noticed, and removed her hand. She took a deep breath. "So, you guys seem to think Frohike and I were some kind of couple back when." Byers blushed and Langly stammered. "Well, we . . . uh . . ." She smiled again. "Please, let me assure you that it's nothing of the sort, even if he didn't tell you the whole truth. So if you want me to call you, he may mind, but he can't stop me." Now it was Langly's turn to blush crimson. She patted his hand, then turned to serve the potatoes. "Well, shall we have a nice dinner, then?" Her small grin indicated that she was waiting to see how long it would be before curiosity overtook them. It wasn't five bites into the meal before Byers spoke up. "So, how long have you known Frohike, Anne?" She smiled again. "Oh, all my life, it seems." Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "And how did you meet, if I may ask?" "Well, I was screaming my head off at the world, and I calmed down the minute he picked me up. Isn't that right, Pop?" Langly almost snorted his milk through his nose as Byers' eyes got wide. Even Frohike was grinning now. Langly made a choking sound and almost squeaked. "He's . . . Doohickey's your DAD?" Byers was nodding, as if he just figured out why she looked familiar. They had the same eyes and similar mouths. She could just hear Langly calculating in his mind how soon Frohike was going to kill him for flirting with his daughter. She giggled again. "That's what her mother told me, and I believed her at the time." That just made them all break into laughter. After a moment, they calmed down and she told them of how she'd been taken as a child, searched for her father, then finally ran fatefully into a nice man that knew him. After a nice meal and conversation, she looked at her watch. "Oh my, I have to get going. It's almost 6 o'clock." She helped clear her dishes, talking to Frohike quietly in the kitchen. "Thank you, Pop. I had a wonderful time, and you have such nice friends. I almost wish I didn't have to go so soon." He put water in the pan at the sink. "Why don't you stay?" She looked at him for a moment. "Pop, I never gave up on that, either. I have to get home. You can call me Sunday if you want." "I will, hon. Believe me, I will." to be continued