Title: Why the Sixth Law of Magic Exists

Rating: T

Summary: Emily Mulder, wizard for the White Council, is the victim of someone's violation of the Sixth law of magic. Of course the White Council decides to help her and naturally the X-Files brings them all together. Crossover of the Dresden Files.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Jim Butcher's or Chris Carter's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 4

"McCoy, what the heck are you doing here?" I asked the next morning when I was let out.

"Got your message," he said. "I must admit that you do take after your parent's, minus the magic part. So the Hand of Glory has been taken care of."

"Of course," I said. "I'm a Wizard with the White Council, aren't I?"

"Do you have any idea where they found it?"

"Where do evil people find evil objects?" I asked him.

"The deepest parts of hell," McCoy answered. "I told the Merlin what happened and he's proud of how you handled it."

"I'm glad to be of service," I told him. "Have they figured out how to send me back to my own time?"

"Not yet," he said. "So are you up to helping us in the future."

"Of course," I said. "Just no more Hands of Glory, please. I think that my parent's, and their boss, have had enough of one to last a lifetime."

"I'm sure that can be arranged," he said. "So want a ride home?"

"That would be nice."

When we walked in I found the icebox had plenty of food and a note was on the table. I opened it and read:

Dear Emily,

Sorry about thinking that you were connected to the case. If you would like to come up to my apartment for dinner that would be nice.


"I say take the offer," he said. "I know that it's not the same, but, for now, your home."

"I think I will," I told him.

"That's my girl," he said and he left me alone.

I knocked on the door later that day and when it opened my mother stood there, looking almost as young as I did.

"Hello, mother," I said.

"Why don't you come in," she said and I walked past her and she closed the door. "I don't know what you like, so I ordered Chinese."

"That's fine with me," I said.

There was another knock and I watched her go and answer it. When it opened I saw my father standing there.

"Glad I got more," she told him. "Come on in."

"Thanks," he said.

"Hello, father," I said, the tears welling up and falling down my face.

He walked over and put his arms around me and I broke down.

Walls! They have a power to separate people, separate us from the things that we either want or need. Walls can inspire greed or they can protect. Those that died thought they had found a way to penetrate a wall to get what they didn't earn or need. And it cost them more than they could even begin to imagine. Time is another wall, a needed wall, that helps us move away from the past. But, sometimes, a door opens up and we have to have the faith to walk through them. To go past that wall and to a brighter future.


A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed this story. There will be several more before she finally returns home.