Title: Project Jupiter Pt. Six 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 Gunmen. 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 purely MINE!!mmmhahaha Note: Part of my "Jupitor Series" Yves wasn't paying much attention to the computer. She knew where to go to find Anderea's Identification number and all other information; it would only take minutes. She was biding her time so it didn't seem suspicious for her to have found everything the moment she started to look. They already didn't fully trust her, with the exception of Jimmy. She looked over to him, he was sitting with slumped shoulders staring down at his shuffling feet. They hadn't really talked since the last night of the operation. They celebrated the success of the sting, where they posed as newly weds, with Champaign in their hotel room. The numerous glasses had lowered Yves' emotional shield, allowing her feelings for Jimmy to bubble to the surface. The gentle kiss of the moonlit balcony exploded into more. The few glasses had more of an effect of the goofy man, seeing as it was his first time drinking Champaign. He was easily lead from the balcony to the bed. Jimmy's eyes brightened when he noticed the direction of her brown-eyed gaze. His face was lit with hope for a break in their tension. She turned away shattering his optimism, his eyes darkened and he cast them down again. Yves heart ached for him, but she refused to show it in her face. Again she pretended to work. Only a bit more stalling before she could be done with this and find out what there was to all this. She looked up, spotting Anderea entering the space looking much more feminine than before. Rather beautiful. "Hey," she leaned on the workbench next to Byers, smiling at him, "How is it going?" He sat back in his chair, returning her open smile, "Not very productive I'm afraid. But than again, I'm not all that great at this." She put her hand on his shoulder in a don't-worry-about-it-way, "If it's there you'll find it." He nodded excepting the encouragement, "We'll certainly try." "It's okay if you don't find it too," She patted his shoulder as she walked away letting him get back to it. Personally she preferred it if they didn't find anything, so she could forget it. She had spent ten years forgetting all se could about her past life. Everything from childhood friends to family events. She noticed the uncharacteristically sad form of Jimmy sitting in the dark corner and approached him. "Hey," she sat on a crate in front of him, "we weren't introduced." He looked up at her, forcing a polite smile, "I'm Jimmy." "Anderea," she held her hand out to him and smiled. With no enthusiasm he shook her extended hand and went back to sulking. Resting her elbows on her knees, to rest her head at his level, "What's wrong?" "Nufin'," he sighed and shuffled his feet more. Anderea placed her hand on his knee, "You know, you can talk to me if you want to." She could tell he needed to talk to someone. Jimmy looked up and smiled more openly this time, "Thanks." She waited to see if he'd make use of the offer, which wasn't long. "I think I screwed up again," he confessed, sounding like a punished child. "What do you mean?" "I....I really like Yves," he blushed and a smile crossed his lips, "And I thought maybe she liked me too" He became sad again, "But since that sting thing, she won't talk to me, or even look at me." "What happened?" she wanted to understand, but still not over step. "We....ah," he looked around before leaning closer to whisper, "we kinda....um, well we did. You know," he blushed again. Anderea couldn't help but smile: for a grown man, he was quiet shy. "But, she won't even talk to me now," he pouted with big puppy dog eyes. It could melt your heart, and that's what it did to her. She wanted to make him feel better. She gave his knee a reassuring squeeze, "Yves probably doesn't want to put up with the grief from the guys." She gave a logical reason that she wasn't convinced of, but seemed to make Jimmy happier. "Thanks," he smiled covering her hand with his, "I feel a it better now." Yves watched the whole conversation, and didn't like it. 'She's been here days to my months and is already closer to them than I ever will be. She's family to Frohike, a friend to Byers, even a match to Langly and now..Jimmy!' her mind was whizzing around in violent circles. She furiously pounded the computer keys and clicked the mouse as she continued to think, 'My god, I'm jealous.' She was surprised by her own reaction. She had no right to be possessive over him, not since she won't talk to him, but she glanced up at his smiling face. The computer beeped and she checked the screen, "I think I found something," she announced, knowing full well that she had found the proper page. "Let's see it Yves," Byers came over to get a better view of the computer. "Are....are you sure?" Anderea was more than reluctant to check the screen, and prayed it was nothing. "Seems that way," Byers was quickly scanning the screen, "Frohike! Langly! Get down here! Yves has found something." The two men came bounding down the stairs, Frohike in his apron and Langly chewing what he stole from the kitchen. "Let's see it," Langly swallowed as he reached the table. Yves, proud of her findings, turned the computer monitor for a betting viewing for the two joiners. It was the third entry in the list on the page, reading: ID NUMBER NAME DATE OF BIRTH STATUS 48787866663 *Stepher, Anderea October 19, 1975 UNKNOWN "Status unknown," Frohike read her line, than the two above and the list below, "Status terminated." It didn't sit well with him, made him uneasy. "Can we find out what they're planning to do about her status?" he was trying his best not to think of the emotional side to it. Yves turned the monitor to face herself again, "It's all connected to Project Blue Book and S4, I don't see them posting a plan of action here or even documents." She continued to type. "Check if there's more of a file on her," Langly instructed moving to Yves' side of the table, leaning over her shoulder. "I am doing what I can," she replied with annoyance at the demands. She was not one to take orders, rather she gives them. The words took their time before finally hitting Anderea. But when they did, she stumbled back, "They want to terminate me?" Her voice was as shaky as her legs. Jimmy moved to steady her, bracing her back with his arms. "They're gonna kill me," she laughed nervously leaning back on the support offered from the bigger man. Her world was being sucked down the drain, along with the colour from her face. "Guys," Jimmy's eyes pouted and his brow furled. "No," Langly rushed to her, taking her in his arms and leaning her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were wide with fear and she trembled as he continued, "That's NOT going to happen." He stroked her hair as she tried not to sob on his shoulder. "It's not going to happen. It's not," he was saying it as much for her as for himself. He was feeling the same dread that was in her eyes, but didn't want her to know. One of them had to at least try to be strong. Frohike too started reassuring, both for the benefit of other and himself, "Come on kid," he rubbed her back, feeling her cry, "there's no way we'd let anything happen to you." Byers removed himself emotionally, trying to keep his mind on a course of action while his friends took the time to worry. He read all the information Yves had found in the database, "This is what Mulder showed us. Is there anything else?" "Sorry Byers," she disconnected the server before a second thought. She had to cover the fact that she hadn't hacked into the database at all. "What about the connect project? Blue...." he was determined to find something useful. "Blue book. Project Blue Book," she rose from the computer, feeling the air tighten around her. She knew where he was going with this and it was going to get too close to her. "Yeah," the breaded man picked up on her uncharacteristic nervousness. She moved closer to the door, "No. They just found the aircraft and proof of extraterrestrial life. S4 did the tests on the technology and discovered the need for pilots so the government could use it. That's how they determined the need for Project Jupiter." Her sudden loose lips had proved she knew too much. "Wait," Langly stepped closer to her, Anderea was standing under her own will, "Yet again, you know more than you're telling us." His voice had risen, he was angrier than usual. This time he was emotionally connected, deeply connect. "Tell us Yves," Byers too advanced. "Back off guys," Jimmy stood between them. The guys did as they were asked; the look on Jimmy's face was stern even if it was well known that he was a softy. "Thank you Jimmy," Yves' hand brushed his shoulder, it was the first physical contact since those weeks. His eyes lightened, almost feeling that things could be the same. "But, I should have told you what I know," she was anything but apologetic. "Just what is it that you know?" Byers asked. "Not much," she relaxed, knowing she could be back in control in her cool exterior. Langly groaned with frustration and rolled his eyes. A gentle, reassuring hand squeeze from Anderea caused him to relax slightly, "Can you help or not?" there was still anxiety in his tone. "I'm not really sure," Yves softened slightly, it must have been the desperation from everyone else, "Let me do a little prodding." She sighed, not feeling comfortable with her helpfulness. "You'll let us know the second you find something, anything?" Frohike's request was more of a plea. "Yes Melvin," her eyes and voice conveyed her sincerity. She couldn't help but go soft on these guys, no matter how hard her tried not to. Despite herself she cared about them. As she walked to the door, Jimmy stopped her, "Let me walk you out." "Ten to one, she won't even come back," Langly let his pessimistic history shine through. His jaw was locked and he shook his head. "Hey," Anderea tugged his arm, not liking him being hard in any other way than the bedroom sense. "Relax," her sweet smile did relax him, even if behind her eyes she was scared. - Part 7>