From: "Taylor Hunter" Date: Sat, 29 May 1999 20:43:18 PDT Subject: How Many Mulders? Story Title: How Many Mulders? Author: Taylor Hunter E-mail: Taylor_Hunter@hotmail.com Rating: Oh, gee. . .um. . .R? NC-17? Somewhere in there. . Feedback: PLEASE!!!! I will ALWAYS respond to your lovely comments. I, actually, will respond to everyone. Love it or hate it, tell me. Disclaimer: Come on, people. If I really owned them Mulder and Scully would be married with 2.3 children, and a dog named Fido and a cat named Fluffy. . .or perhaps Queequeg and Ishmal? Summary: Scully is kidnapped. . by Mulder? That's all. Read. . .it's fun! (Kinda) April 12, 1998 Dana Scully curled into a fetal position, her lithe body trembling. He stood over her, a whip in his hand. Her body jumped as the harsh rope smacked down on her back, leaving a bloody red streak. Her bra and tight, short skirt offered little, if any protection from his repeated blows. Tears coursed down her cheeks as he whipped her back into a bloody mess. Dangling on a thread of conciseness from the pain, she managed one question. "Mulder, why?" ________________________________________________________________________ It had started out simple enough, Mulder had called her one night, asking her to come over. She was used to that, and thought nothing of running over to his apartment at 2:00 in the morning. When she'd arrived, Mulder had knocked her over the head with a board, and when she finally regained conciseness, she'd been chained by her neck to a bed- a bed she didn't even know Mulder *had*, in a room that she'd never known existed. Mulder's bedroom. He said he'd been saving it for a special occasion. Then he'd raped her. The fear was still strong in her mind. She'd always imagined them coming together, to be one, but never in the cruel way he'd thrust into her, and pulled away. He was a different man. He wasn't the Mulder she knew- this Mulder spent his entire day devising new tortures for her- though he -whoever he was- didn't realize the worst torture of all was Mulder doing these things to her. If someone else had been, she could have consouled herself with thoughts of Mulder. Now there was nothing for her to think about except the neverending pain and the horror that came every day. April 12, 1998 "Why?" the *thing* that was Mulder asked, laughing. "Geez, Dana, haven't you realized by now? I loved you from the first day you came into my office. Spooky's office. And you loved me. I KNOW you did. I know you wanted my ass as much as I wanted your's. But you were to level headed to do anything about that. And *I* certanily wasn't about to lose my job for you. So I waited, hoping you'd come though. Then when you didn't, I decided to take matters into my own hands. No one will suspect me, Dana, your loving, trusting partner. And there will be no way for you to end this. It's all been carefully planned. See that box over there?" he pointed, and she, still barly awake, nodded. "That's a glass capsule, which you will be locked in during the day. It has air holes, Dana Dear, don't worry about that. And that little white box?" he grinned. "Food. I'll make sure you don't die of malnutrition, Dana. Don't worry your pretty little head about that. And I think that's all you need to know. The clothes you have are the only clothes you'll get. . .sometimes you can have a blanket. It does gets cold. Have I left anything out?" he paused, rubbing her chin. She flinched away from his touch. "Oh. If you ever, EVER refuse me, say good-bye to your entire family, one by one. Your brothers- Bill, Charlie. . your mother. . .your friends. . .Chrissy, Myra, Sarah, Julia, I know you want to keep them alive, so you won't cross me. I KNOW." he slapped her white cheek. "Now, sign this." He thrust a sheet of paper in her face, and she signed it without really reading it. Dana Katherine Scully., Then she fell backwards, unconscious. "I'm assuming you'll want to read this when you wake up. So I'll leave it in the capsule with you. I'll even leave your strait jacket off. That's just the nice guy I am." he grinned that Mulder-like grin again, and picked her up. He jammed her into the coffin like capsule, and tossed the paper in on top. "Sweet dreams, Dana, dear." he said to the unconscious figure. Dana Scully awoke a few hours later, a throbbing pain running throughout her body. "Mull. .'' she slurred, before she realized there was no Mulder anymore. He was gone, replaced with a look alike demon. She knew she was in the capsule. She could see out just fine. And even move slightly. There was a piece of paper on her chest, which she brought close to her face. The contract she'd signed earlier. She read it slowly, gasping at almost every line: I, Dana Katherine Scully, pledge myself and my body to Fox William Mulder, in return for the safety of my family and friends. I will wear the collar- at this her hand shot up to feel around her neck, yes, there was a dog collar around her neck- every day, 24 hours. I will do as Fox commands, when he commands it. My life should and does mean nothing, and I will live only to serve Fox. Dana Katherine Scully William Fox Mulder She'd signed it, and it was legally binding. There was no way out, Mulder could take her to court. She doubted he would, but. . . If she had been fully awake and functional, she would have realized the mistake in the contract. A name rarly used, appearing more times than her own. And different. But she didn't see it, and that could be the greatest mistake of her life. Mulder arrived home more angry than usual. "Do you realize what happened, Dana?" he fumed loudly. "They took me in for questioning. They made me answer all these questions. I guess I'll just have to kill you." Scully's eyes widened in fear, but behind the fear, longing. "Not yet, of course, Dana Dear. Tonight we can have fun. But soon- in a few days, you'll have to be killed. I can't keep you around the way I'd planned, It's way to dangerous. If they were to search my apartment, find you, they'd lock me up for sure. So, I guess we'll have to have fun while we still can." he smiled at her, a cold, heart-less smile that chilled her to the bone. What happened to you, Mulder? I love you, why are you hurting me like this? she wondered silently. Finally he stopped pacing, and unlocked the box. He lifted her out by her shoulders, the contract fluttering to the floor, forgotten. He ripped of her clothes with an animalistic fury, throwing her on the bed and throwing himself on top of her. Mercilessly, he thrust in and out. Scully was so close to orgasm. She couldn't believe this monster in Mulder's shell could do this to her, make her feel this way. Just as she was bordering on the line, Mulder thrust once more, and withdrew, leaving her shaking with need. "I'm done." he smiled, again, that heartless grin that made Scully want to cry. He chained her to the bed, arms out and up, legs spread eagle. "Normally I don't do this," he said to the shaking woman, "But I can't have you making it go away. That's my job. And you have a few things to say to me before I let you come." She nodded, pleading with her eyes. "First, we have some rules. Call me master all the time." he paused. ''Yes, Master." "And don't look so pitiful. Really, Dana Dear, it's such a turnoff. The collar, well, you read that in the contract. But today I was thinking of some more rules. I was bored. Another, every night you will get fifty lashes with the whip, to ensure that you don't get smart with me, understand?" "Yes, Master." "Don't speak unless spoken to, or asked to talk. Never talk back. Head bowed at all times when you are around me. You will cook Supper and Breakfast for me in the nude, I like your pretty little body, you won't be able to eat around me, and when I am gone the food in the box is all you will get each day. There really isn't that much, so eat it slowly. On Wednesdays you will clean the house for me, nude, of course, while I watch. And Saturdays too." he could see by her face she was in so much longing that she would agree to anything. "And if you don't please me in bed then I will mearly withdraw and leave you hanging until the next night. Don't worry, the need fades after a few hours." she didn't think she could take this for a few minutes. "What else, Dana Dear? Have I forgotten anything? Oh, sleeping arrangments. Probably chained to the bed, or in the box, can't decide. Say Yes master if you understand all this and I will let you come." "Yes, master." He laid back down, and thrust into her and she came, bucking against the chains, for a good three minutes. "P-please master." she whimpered when she was done. "I p-promise to be good- just p-please, please don't do that again." He just smiled that smile, shut off the lights, and walked out of the room, leaving her naked, and chained to the bed. TWO WEEKS LATER Dana Scully carried the plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice to Mulder, who was laying on the couch. Her wrist and ankle shackles chafed her skin as she moved, and she felt a blister on her neck forming under her collar. She knelt down beside him quickly. "Do you know what, Dana Dear?" "What, master?" "They closed your case today. They say you ran away. Couldn't take it anymore. So that means I CAN keep you, just as I planned." Mulder ate quickly, while she knelt on the floor beside him, head bowed. She thought about her new life, and the life that was taken. It made her cry some days, locked in the box for at least eight hours, having nothing to do but wait for her master to come home, rape her, force her to cook dinner, kneel by his side as he ate, then have him whip her until she bled, then rape her again. It was a life she never wanted anyone else to have. He left early that day, blindfolding her and chaining her tightly before her locked her away. He took off the wrist shackles, only to put her in a strait jacket, and left her other chains in place. He did, however, wrap her trembling body in a blanket before he left. He was gone for longer that day, and Scully slept, then cried, from hunger, from pain, from the fact that this was MULDER, and not some rapist, though that was what he'd become. When he finally got home, there was no stopping her sobs from the darkened room. Fox Mulder paused when he entered his apartment. A noise, a familiar sob. "Scully?" he called softly. He dropped his suitcases on the floor. The sobs continued from the room he'd closed off because of the memories. Memories he didn't want to deal with, ever. "Dana?" he tried again. He KNEW he should have told her he was going away for two weeks. He'd gotten a call, a false lead, about Samantha. So he'd run off, praying this was it. It wasn't, and he'd returned home, dejected. He pulled open the door and switched on the light. A horrible sight met his eyes. "Scully!" he called, running over to her capsule, smashing open the glass, and pulling her out. He cradled her gently for a moment, pulling off her blindfold and staring into her crystal blue eyes. Then he carefully laid her on the bed. Blue eyes, filled with terror, met his and his heart nearly broke. Gently, he unwrapped the blanket and gasped at the chains met his eyes. He looked over to his old bedtable, where numerous keys astounded him. After several minutes of trying, he finally got all her chains and strait jacket undone. She was naked. Mulder wasn't prepared for that. "Scully. . .what?" he managed. "Master. . .'' "What? Dana, what happened? Here," he took off his coat, and wrapped Scully in it. "Who did this?" Something went off in Scully's head. This was the real Mulder, not the- the thing that kept her here. And yet- "What do you mean, WHO did this? You did. You have for the past two weeks-" "Dana, I wasn't here in the last two weeks- I was in LA, looking for Sam." "Some excuse. Are you gonna let me go now?" she gasped, realizing what she had just said to her master. "Yes. I am. And I want you to think about this. Dana, I wasn't here. I was in LA, call Skinner, ask him." She pulled off the coat and turned around, reavealing her back, with whip lashings running up and down and cris-crossing, some scabbed over, others still bleeding, leaving blood trickles down her back. Scabs opened when she moved, if she'd rubbed agaist the straitjacket several would split open. "I suppose you didn't do this, either?" "Oh my GOD, Scully! We need to get you to a hospital!" "Yeah. And while *I'm* at the hospital I should proably fill out a rape report. And take a pregnancy test. They have those now, that can determine pregancys earlier-" she said, almost as if she was talking to herself. "Scully, let me drive you." "I am perfectly cabable of driving myself. Thank you." she added frostily. She couldn't believe it. Did Mulder think he could use her as a fantasy devise for two weeks and then pretend that he'd been gone? Maybe. . .maybe he had been gone. No. It was too out of this world- even for Mulder. . .Stop it, Dana she told herself. Just get to the hospital. She walked to the hospital, not knowing where her money, or her badge was. She was bloody, and she was sure she got a few stares as she made her way to Mercy Hospital. She let them do all the tests on her, the rape 'kit' they called it, x-rays, giving her medicine for her back. And the pregancy test. They wouldn't know until the following day, it was 9:00 at night, and they would know at 7:00 am. So she would call. And pray to God that she wasn't. She didn't know how she could take care of a baby. 7:04 am May 1 1998 "Yes, I'm calling to speak with Dr. Lyndonsyn.'' pause "Dana Katherine Scully." "Thank you." "Hi, Miss Scully, how are you feeling?" Dr. Taylor Lyndonsyn's comforting voice came through the telephone. "Better. The medcine you gave helps." "Good." the female doctor replied. "Doctor? The tests?" There was a uncomfortable silence. "Dr. Lyndonsyn?" "Miss Scully- your tests prove, that-'' "Prove what, Doctor?" "That you are pregant-" Taylor Lyndonsyn heard Scully gasp, "with twins. Now, this isn't for sure, we just think, I mean, as much as we can know, so. . ." Scully's voice had changed. "Thank you." she said, and then Dr. Lyndonsyn heard a click as she hung up the phone. Scully was shocked. Twins, of all things. She didn't think she could handle a single child, and as a Cathlioc, though she may skip church at times, she didn't think she could handle an abortion either. Perhaps adoption was the way to go, but GOD, to have two kids out in the world who KNEW their mommy had given them away- No, she decided. She would have to keep them. May 2, 1998 "AD Skinner?" "Agent Scully. Good to have you back. How are you feeling?" "Better, sir. Thank you. I have a question," "Yes?" "Was Agent Mulder absent from April 12 to May 1st?'' "He said he was going to be, but then he came back April 13 and said he didn't think he needed to go anywhere. Why?" "No reason. Just Agent Mulder was acting kind of strange and so I was wondering. . . " Scully trailed off before she crammed her whole foot in her mouth. "Oh. Agent Scully?" "Yes, sir?'' "Where were you?" "I'm sorry sir, I should have told you. I was out to visit my friend Anya. It was a last minute sort of thing. . .it will never happen again. I'm sorry, sir.'' PLEASE PLEASE buy that lie, Skinner, she thought frantically. Skinner saw right through her lie, but realized that something must have happened to make his agent lie. So he let it go. "All right, Agent Scully. Just don't let it happen again." She could tell by his eyes that he knew she was lying, but she was thankful he let it rest. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." "Dismissed, Agent Scully." Assistant Director Walter Skinner told the redheaded agent. "Thank you, sir." she repeated, and left the office. "Scully?" Mulder asked as she entered the office basement. "Would you please tell me what is going on?" "I just talked to Skinner. He said you planned to leave and then told him that you decided not to go because you were sure that it was a false lead." "Scully, I DID go, and it was a false lead but I can't risk Sam showing up at any time, and me not being there. I've waited to long to get her back, I'm not going to miss a single chance I have!" "Mulder, you are pathetic. Doing what you did to me, using me as a - a- slave, Goddamit, and then pretending it all didn't happen, God, FUCK you you stinking BASTARD!" Mulder flinched at Scully's tone, and her harsh words made him start to cry. "Scully, I- I love you. I could NEVER hurt you! Why won't you believe me?" "Because I spent over two weeks of my life as your personal SLAVE. You raped me, you whipped me, and you got me pregnant, you motherfucker! And I have no idea what I'm going to DO about any of that. I can't trust you." "You're pregant?" he whispered. "Yes.'' she said shortly. "And in case you care, I did file lawsuits, numerous complaints against you." she turned, gathered up her files, and left the office, leaving Mulder in tears. "She's pregant? With my baby." he said softly. "My baby." DAMN you, Fox Mulder. It can't be your baby. It's not yours. But he wanted it to be so badly. He wanted Scully to have his baby, he wanted everything. But he could NEVER EVER do anything like what she said he did. Never! THREE MONTHS LATER It was a hard pregancy, harder than she'd expected. Scully couldn't believe her ''morning'' sickness. Why is it called MORNING sickness? she wondered, if it lasts all day? She'd avoided Mulder, only going to the office to pick up case reports, and check in with Skinner. She had told Skinner she was pregant, not naming the father, but hadn't told him anything else. Yet. When her lawsuits came up she was sure Mulder would be out of a job. She didn't want him to lose his job, she knew how much it meant to him, and she was almost starting to believe him when he told her he had gone to LA to look for Sam. But that gave her two crazy options, clones or aliens. Neither of which seemed to possible at this point. Twins? She wondered briefly. Naaaaaa. Mulder only had one sibling, a sister, Samantha. Not a twin. He would have told her. Fox Mulder slammed his fist into his desk. He couldn't believe Scully still wouldn't talk to him. He was SURE she would have believed him by now, the fact he HADN'T done anything would come through somehow. But no. It hadn't. And Mulder knew what had happened. He had a twin, a twin he wasn't proud of, one he tried to forget. William Fox. Go figure. But he'd been in jail the past ten years, and there was no way that he could get out of prison. Mulder picked up his telephone. Dialing the long distance number, he spoke into the phone. "Fox Mulder to speak to number 23, William Mulder." pause. "What? Oh, God. Why??" "He did. He is. Where?" "California? Oh, GOD. Thank you." he hung up the phone, his hand shaking. William had apealed, gotten probabtion. Check in every two weeks. Just enough time to. . .he didn't want to think about that. Scully- he had to talk to Scully. He raced out of his apartment, hailed a cab, and made it to Scully's in record time. "Scully? Scully, open the door." he yelled, pounding on the door. "Go away." came her voice. It sounded weak- he hated it. He wanted her to be strong Scully- the Dana Scully he KNEW. "Scully- I have to talk to you!!" "I don't want to talk to you. I have nothing to say to you." "Dana, please?" The door opened. "What do you want?" she asked. Dark bags were under her eyes, she looked like she'd lost her best friend. In reality, she had. She was thinner, too, Mulder noticed instantly. She looked sick. "Scully- I just wanted to tell you something. Can I come in?" Reluctantly, she stepped back, and he entered. "Dana, I have a twin. His name is William. . .he's been in jail for a long time, but he just got probabtion. And it's check in every two weeks- so. . ." Scully rolled her eyes, even though it DID make more sense than some things Mulder said. "Is that the best you can do? A twin, who convenitly gets probation as soon as I get kidnapped." "It sounds-'' ''It sounds like you are a clever liar. I'm moving. I'm not telling you where - you don't need to know. The reports are on your desk. I'm leaving tommorrow, and I don't want to hear from you again. Good-bye, Mulder." she shoved him out the door, and slammed it shut, leaving Mulder standing outside, in tears. NEXT MORNING, 5:00 am Scully stood at the bus stop, shifting from one foot to another. She carried one suitcase, the rest of her things would be sent later. "God, hurry up." she whispered. She knew that if she didn't leave NOW she would have to talk to Mulder. And she didn't want to. She wanted nothing to do with him, even though she knew he hadn't been the cause of all her pain. She rubbed her abdomen gently. "Baby. . ." she said softly. The bus pulled up, startling her. Had she called her mother? No. . . damn. She was supposed to. She'd worry. Aw, shit, who cared anyway? She'd call when she had the time. Scully dropped her token into the slot and borded the bus. She sat near the back, staring out the window as she left Washinton DC. Mulder's phone rang, loudly startling him from sleep. "Muld-'' he started, but a familiar voice caught him. "How'd you like your present?" "William!" "Hey bro. How'd the Dana-gift go over? Did 'ja like it?" "'WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER YOU SICK FUCKED UP BASTARD?" ''You really wanna know, bro, or are you chickenshit?" No. "Yes." "I raped her, I used her, I tied her up and fucken whipped her. All so you could have a slave. And then you let her go? I thought you wanted her. So I gave her to you, I trained her, she was PERFECT. Did everything I said. Gave me tounge massagaes everynight, and not just on my dick. She was great with her tounge. Great feet massages. Inbetween the toes and everything. I even got to bathe her. That was fun. She sat in the tub, all shivery, while I got to rub a hot cloth all over her- '' "Stop it, William!" "Oh, Fox. Am I painting vivid pictures? I's sorry. But she was so alive, so young, so mine! And now she's gone." Mulder hung up the phone, fighting back tears. FOUR YEARS LATER Mulder's phone rang, scaring the shit and more out of him. "Yes?" he glanced down at the report he'd been filling out- his own investigation into the Dana Scully disapearence, even though he KNEW she'd just moved and it was no longer an X-file, or any other case. "Fox? Hi!" a bright voice in his ear. "Gillian. Hi." he greeted his girlfriend of two years with less than nomal enthusiam, which wasn't that much to begin with. "How are you, sweet?" I want Dana back. "Fine, love. And you?" "Fine. Do you want to go out tonight?" Aww, shit! No. "So sorry, Gillie, darling, but I can't. Work." "Awwwwww." she whined. Dana never whined. "Please, Foxy?" Dana never called him Foxy, either. He didn't know why he'd started to date Gillian Anderson. Maybe because of her red hair, her blue eyes, her lithe body that so resembled Scully's. "Sorry, love. I really can't." "Tomorrow?" ''Look, Gillian, I'll call you. Right now I am exceedlingly busy, and you aren't helping." "I'm sorry, Foxy. Bye, now." she hung the phone up, and dial tone rang in Mulder's ear. Mulder laid his head down on the desk and started to sob. "Scully Scully Scully Scully." DANA SCULLY'S RESIDENCE "O-KAY, Hunter! Stop hitting your sister! KADYN MARGARET FOX!" she shouted the name, then felt a spasm of pain for the man she was supposed to hate but still loved enough to name both her kids after him. "Sorry, mommy. Sorry Kady." Hunter said, smiling. "That's okay, Hunter." Kadyn Margaret said, right before she smacked him right back. "KIDS!" Dana Scully screamed. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" The two children stoped hitting and stared at their mother. "Mr. Scully- go to your room. Miss Scully, I believe you know what to do." Mt little obediant babies. she thought to herself. Her little obediant babies rushed to their rooms. "I BEAT YOU, KADYN!!!!!!" "DID NOT!" "DID TOO!" "DID NOT!" "ENOUGH!!!!!!" Scully made her imput and the twins finally listened. Two doors slammed, and all was silent. "God." she prayed softly. "Please give me strength to handle these two." she smiled. If Mulder was here he would. . . .STOP IT DANA KATHERINE SCULLY! Mulder isn't here, he never will be. Just give it a rest. Get on with your life. Find a father for Hunter and Kadyn. Hunter and Kadyn. They'd become her life. A little brown haired boy- could've been Mulder at three and a half years old. And Kadyn. She was such an angel- most of the time. Little red curls, blue eyes. Kadyn Margaret Fox. And her twin brother, Hunter Fox. So what if she lacked originality in her children's middle names? She loved them. Fox. The name brought tears to her eyes. She hated crying. But she did anyway, laying her head in her hands, whisping his name softly. "Mulder Mulder Mulder." FOX WILLIAM MULDER'S RESIDENCE "Dammit!" Mulder slammed the phone down. "Motherfucker!" He'd just called Margeret Scully's house, begging answers to his questions. The phone call had gone badly. . . "Mrs. Scully? This is Fox Mulder--'' "The nerve of you, to call here!" Maggie interupted. "You shouldn't even talk to me!" "I need Dana's new address, I have to write to her, call her, something." "She doesn't want to see you, Mr. Mulder. You are no longer welcome in our family." "Mrs. Scully- it wasn't me, it was my twin brother. He's- well- he was in prison, and he was realeased. . .and he knew I loved Dana, so he thought he was doing good. He wasn't, I let him know that, but, Maggie, it wasn't me!" "That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard of, Mr. Mulder. You hurt Dana, you really did. I know she's gone west, to California, and that is more than the amount of information you are entitled to. Good-bye." That telephone conversation was the reason Mulder was swearing every four and five letter word and everything else he could thing ofat his telephone. I have to find her! he thought. I don't care how long it takes me, I'm gonna find her! DANA SCULLY'S RESIDENCE "Hello again, Dana, dear." a familiar voice jibed. She looked up, tears still stinging her face. "Oh, God." she whispered. "I'm back! I want to see my babies! Oh, and requst lodging for one night with entertainment." he waved a gun. "Mulder. . .'' she couldn't believe she'd been crying over this man only a minute ago, and now here he was, live and in perverse person. "Honey, I'm home. Call the children, please. I would like to see my little girl." I would like to see my little girl. . . Oh, no. She wasn't going to let him near Kadyn-Margaret. Not with his history. "You can't see her." "I have a son, too. Isn't that right, Dana?" "Yes.'' "What did you name them?" "Why should you care?" "Because they're mine! Tell me and I promise to be nicer tonight." "Kadyn Margaret and Hunter." "Cute. Very. Hunter is the boy, no doubt, a regular little boy scout?" "Yes." "Call them out, Dana." Scully took a deep breath. "If you hurt them. . .'' He waved the gun again. "I don't think you are in a postition to threaten, Dana, Dear." "Fine. Kady? Hunter? Can you come here?" The two children appeared quickly. "Mommy, that man looks like Hunter!" Kadyn Margaret announced. "Hi, kids. I'm your daddy." Mulder knelt down and gave each one of them a hug. "I wanted to see my big kids! We can talk later, can't we? Mommy and me have to discuss something in the bedrooom, so why don't you go downstairs?" "Kay, Daddy. See you." Hunter said, taking Kadyn Margaret's hand and pulling her behind him. Mulder waited till the kids were gone before he pushed Scully into the bedroom. "What do you want?" she demanded. "Lay down, on your stomach, on the bed." he ordered, pulling ropes, a blindfold, and a gag out of his coat pocket. She felt him tie her ankles together, and her wrists. She was rolled over, gagged and blindfolded. Then he left. She could hear him talking to Kadyn-Margaret and Hunter. "Sweethearts? Can you go to your rooms, please? And wait there? Mommy and Daddy have to go away for a little bit, but we'll be back. Okay?" "Kay, Daddy." the twins left to their rooms, and Mulder picked up the struggling Scully and carried her out to his car. They drove for a good hour, Mulder finally injected Scully with seditives and she slept. They arrived at a abandoned barn house that he'd claimed as his sex station. He had one other girl held captive here. She was a pretty blonde, small, like Scully, and very slim. She was kept in a cage like a toy, which was what she was, to him. There was another cage next to hers, empty. Scully's cage. He dumped the still-unconcious Scully into the cage, and removed the girl from hers. "Hello, Kera. How are we doing today?" "Fine, Master. Thank you for asking. May I ask one question?" "Yes, Kera." Who is the new girl?" "That is Dana Katherine Scully, first two names to be used during intercourse." "Yes, Master." "Put on the male underwear, with the 8''." Kera rushed to pull on the rubber underwear with the 8'' penis embedded on the outside, to be used during female/female sex. "When she wakes up, I want a full show, okay, Kera?" "Yes, master!" FOX MULDER'S RESIDENCE "Ah-ha! Finally!" he pulled a report from the file cabinet in Skinner's office. "Scully, Dana K. Moved to Los Angeles. Quit FBI after 6 yrs." He continued reading, and got her entire address. "Jackpot." He raced to the airport, did a little badge flashing, and got a plane to LA within the hour. Great, he