General Hospital & X-Files Crossover:
Mulder’s Port Charles Nightmare.
Chapter 1

FBI Headquarters, Agent Mulder’s Office
July 1, 1998

It was a typical day for Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.  
Life had gone back to “normal” since the X-Files were re-opened.  That 
is, until Mulder’s cell phone rang early Monday morning.  Mulder had 
been pouring over a couple new cases, deciding which to check out 
first.  But those cases would be put aside after he answered his cell 
phone.  “Mulder.”

“Mulder, this is Skinner.”  Mulder’s Superior said.  “I need to see you 
and Scully in my office.”  The line went dead then, signaling that 
Skinner hadn’t waited for Mulder to reply.

Mulder got up from his desk and headed out his office door, he spotted 
Agent Scully walking in the hallway then.  “Scully, Skinner wants to 
see us.”  Mulder said and the two headed toward their superior’s 
office.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Port Charles, New York
July 1, 1998

We see a yacht on the waterfront.  As the camera zooms in for a closer 
look, Helena Cassadine comes into view.  “Is everything in place?”  She 
asks two men who sit across from her at a table.

One man lights a cigarette before answering, and as the faces of the 
two men come into view we recognize the Cigarette Smoking Man and the 
Well Manicured Man.  “Yes.”  The Cigarette Smoking Man says before 
taking a puff off his cigarette.  “Everything is in place.”

Helena looks toward the Well Manicured Man.  “And you’re certain Mulder 
and Scully think you’re dead?”  

“Yes Mrs. Cassadine.”  The Well Manicured Man replied.  “I went through 
the trap door seconds before the car exploded and dropped into the 
sewer.  Mulder had no knowledge of his existence, so he will naturally 
assume I am dead.”

“Perfect.”  Helena leaned back in her chair and let out a cackle 
befitting the wicked witch of the west.  “Soon, I will control the 
world.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

FBI Headquarters, Skinner’s Office
July 1, 1998

Skinner looked up from his desk as Mulder and Scully entered the 
office.  “Agents Mulder and Scully, thank you for coming so quickly.”  
Skinner gestured to the man and woman sitting in a chair in front of 
his desk.  “This is Agents Craig Willmore and Christina Marx.  Agents 
Willmore and Marx this is Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.”  He then 
turned back to Scully and Mulder.  “Agents Willmore and Marx will be 
helping you on your next assignment.”

“Which is?”  Mulder asked, anxious to find out what the assignment was.

As Mulder and Scully took seats next to Willmore and Marx, Skinner 
handed them each a file folder.  Then he held up a photo of a Caucasian 
blond-haired woman for the agents to see. “This is Katherine Bell. This 
photo was taken three days ago in Paris, France.”  Skinner held up 
another picture, this one of a headstone.  “This photo was taken a week 
before that of Katherine Bell’s Gravesite in Port Charles New York.  
Being as Katherine Bell was not a twin, it seems strange for her to be 
walking around Paris a couple weeks after her death.”

Skinner put down the photos and took a deep breath.  “I’ve been told to 
have this matter thoroughly investigated as it is believed the 
Cassadine’s are involved.”

The four agents looked at each other.  They had all heard of the 
Cassadines before, but never dealt with them. Stories of the Cassadines 
had floated through the FBI since the episode years before of the Ice 
Princess and how the Cassadine’s had tried to freeze the world.

“Do you think they’re trying to take over the world again?”  Marx asked 
Skinner.

“We don’t know.”  Skinner replied.  “What we do know is that Miss Bell 
was engaged to marry this man.”  Skinner holds up another photograph.  
“Stefan Cassadine.  And Helena Cassadine was trying to prevent that 
marriage.”

“This is starting to sound more like an episode of Young and the 
Restless than a case.”  Scully commented.

“I know.”  Skinner frowned.  “Willmore and Marx will be heading to 
France to try and pick up on Miss Bell’s trail.  See if you can find 
Miss Bell.  Mulder and Scully will be in Port Charles watching the 
Cassadines.”


To Be Continued…