X-Files Challenge 11: Teena's Letter

Author: SyndicateGirl
Archive: Yes, definitely! But please keep my headers attached and let me know where it is if you can. Thanks!
Spoilers:
Rating: PG
Classification:  Response to fanfic challenge: Teena Mulder finds a letter on her porch. Under 500 words.
Summary: Teena Mulder gets an unexpected letter from a very old friend.
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters are Chris Carter's and 1013 Productions', not mine, unfortunately; no infringement is intended. Please don't sue - I'm a writer, and have no money! :D

TITLE: Please, Teena

Teena looked down at the envelope that graced the small, wrought iron table on her porch.

It simply read, “Teena.”.

No return address, no trace of the sender.She scanned her memories for people who called her “Teena,” not “Elizabeth.”

The list was short.

She picked up the envelope, rescuing it before it was lost to a sudden gust of sea air.

Teena closed her eyes momentarily, and thought back to only a decade ago, when her son chased after his sister.

They were playing some make believe game, not a care in the world.

Teena remembered her problems melting away as she heard the unbridled laughter of her little troublemakers.

She wished she could hear it again, if even for a moment.With a sad smile, Teena made her way inside, and settled in at the kitchen table.

Gingerly she opened the envelope.

She didn’t like surprises, especially after Sam…Teena shook her head to clear the tears.

The letter was written in beautifully flowing cursive letters, and smelled faintly of flowery perfume.

Lilac maybe?

Dear Teena,I hope this letter finds both you and Fox well.

I hear that he is at Oxford now.

You must be so proud of him.

I know it has been some time since we’ve talked, and the last time we spoke it was not particularly pleasant, but please don’t stop reading.

I don’t know how else to tell you this without my message being intercepted by my husband.

It’s about Sam.You need to come to California. To April Air Force Base.

Samantha is here, she needs you.

Her memories, like many of mine, have been taken from her, but she still remembers something.

I know she does.She told me that she is planning to run away from the tests.

From the government men.

From *him.* Please don’t say a word about this to anyone.

Please, Teena. Please come. Cassie

Teena’s hands were shaking.

“Samantha?” she whispered to herself.

That cigarette smoking bastard had told her that her daughter was dead.

That his wife had gone crazy, and talked nonsense.

Was Cassandra Spender crazy?

What were these tests?

Why would they have Samantha? As thoughts raced through her head, Teena was already upstairs packing a small valise.

Whatever Cassandra was talking about, if there was a chance that she could bring her baby girl home, Teena would risk looking like a raving fool.

She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even hear the footsteps behind her as a rag doused in chloroform was slipped over her face.

Once her unconscious form was moved to the bed, the intruder took the letter, and slipped it into his trench coat pocket.

He’d burn it later. He took a last look at one of the only women he had ever loved.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he lit another Morley, and slipped out into the sea air.

He had to get home, and have a talk with his wife.

CSM: Nothing vanishes without a trace...burn it!