From: TCrow75704 Date: 04 Jul 2000 21:03:19 GMT Subject: NEW: Know Thy En Ami (NC-17) 1/5 TITLE: Know Thy En Ami AUTHOR: TCrow75704@aol.com (Taryn Crow) KEYWORDS: MSR, a little bit of Mytharc involved also, but very little. SPOILERS: Well, it takes place before, during and after En Ami. But, also minor ones for Requiem. You'd REALLY need to see EA to understand this, but this was the first explanation I thought of for the...interesting development in Requiem. RATING: NC-17 for down and dirty action. And some language. DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Mulder and Scully, even though I think I do. I also don't own the quotes in the beginning of each chapter. Those came from The Little Book of Secrets by Chris Prentiss. SUMMARY: If I told you, I'd have to kill you. I. ~~At the beginning of a project, if many boastful claims are made, the successful attainment of the goal becomes far more difficult.~~ Cigarette smoke circled the old mans head like a thick fog. He pulled the stick to his mouth and pursed his lips around the end, suckling the moist tip. He inhaled slowly, and was overtaken by a fit of wet coughs. He slapped his chest once, then twice, hoping to release the congestion built up in his lungs. He flicked the half-smoked cigarette onto the cement floor and pressed his heel onto the burning end, snuffing out the flaming ash. He reached into the breast pocket of his charcoal gray suit and pulled out a small manilla envelope. "Payment in full," the man said, and handed the envelope to a young blonde man. He was dressed casually, in jeans, white shirt and a plain black jacket. He took the envelope with a nervous smile and fingered the edges a little. The old man stared at him with droopy eyes. "No need to insult me and open it here," he said. "It's all there, I assure you." "I trust you," the blonde man replied. "Do you?" The old mans voice was filled with amusement. He coughed once. "Are you all right?" "I am a sick man." He pulled a pack of Morley's from his left breast pocket and took another cigarette from it, immediately putting it between his lips. "Did you need anything else?" "I may have a proposition for you." The cigarette bobbed up and down when the old man spoke, and then he cupped his hands around it, striking a match to light the end. He took a long drag and narrowed his eyes at the man. "I need your assisstance in staging a miracle." "What kind of miracle?" "An undeniable cure for cancer." "What?" "I'd like to tell you a story," the old man said, gesturing to a red leather chair in the center of the room. The blonde man sat down slowly, glancing nervously from side to side. "Many years ago, there was a group of men who began a project. Foolish men. Men who had aspirations far beyond their realm of achievement. We were naive, I admit that much. But our intent, our intent was noble." He paused as if taking a moment to relish in memory and puffed on his cigarette. "In every cause there are sacrifices that must be made, and not everyone in the group understood that. Skepticisim led to dissention which led to failure. The group began to get sloppy in their decisions. The biggest mistake they ever made was trying to use an FBI Agent named Scully as a pawn. I was against it from the beginning. But we are of an opportune time. We can use the mistakes of the past to our advantage now by setting up a distraction large enough to take the project to a whole now level." The man finished his cigarette and crushed it beneath his foot. "Your efforts will be most gratefully rewarded." "I'll do it." II. ~~A compromise with evil is not possible~~ "I don't need to remind you again that time is of the essence." The Cigarette Smoking Man's voice was hoarse and raspy. "Look man, you gave me three days to put this all together, I'm going as fast as I can." The blonde man pulled his hands away from his computer keyboard and crossed his arms. "If it's too difficult for you, I could find someone else more suitable." "It'll get done." The blonde man went back to typing. "I just don't understand why you'd go to so much trouble to do this." "I have the opportunity to give Dana Scully back something that was stolen from her." "What about this Mulder guy?" "You'll understand the need for that when you become a father. Let me see that email." The blonde man moved away from the computer and turned the screen towards the Cigarette Smoking Man. He tapped his finger against the screen. "Start with this one," he rasped and then stood straight up. "Date them over six months. We will need a better code name." "Why do this? Dana Scully won't even see these emails." "No, but once it's apparent that Scully is with me, Fox Mulder will. It's imperative that he believes she's there for no other purpose than to meet this doctor." "And then?" "And then we make her believe." "Look," the blonde man sighed. "I know you think you're being helpful, but the information you keep throwing out here is really kind of vague. I'll make you a deal. You let me in on what's really going on, and I'll make sure this all gets done smoothly." "I'm not paying you to ask questions." "No, but I think I deserve some answers. And speaking of payment, you said you'd give me half before we started and I haven't seen it yet." The Cigarette Smoking Man pulled an envelope from his pocket, irritated. "Just do your job," he said and threw it on the table. "And change that code name to Cobra." III. ~~Danger has an important and beneficial use~~ As the boat pulled away from the dock, the Cigarette Smoking Man stepped back to watch it leave. He smiled to himself and turned away from the water. His mission was almost over, hers was just beginning. The next step was only to lead her further off course, but perhaps he could've just skipped it all together and let her believe they had failed. He was pleased with the outcome, thus far. Scully was still afraid for her safety, untrusting of his motives, but ultimately unsuspecting of his plans. From this point on, the more danger she thougth she was in, the better. He'd hired only the best. Scully would see the man she would know only as the bearer of her holy grail be shot before her. She would be shot at herself, of course. It was all part of the distraction. The Cigarette Smoking Man made his way to the rendevouz point with time to spare. The marksman was already in place. His gun was propped up and hidden between a clump of trees. "Are you ready?" The Cigarette Smoking Man pressed his hand against his pocket, fingering the outline of his pistol. The marskman grunted. "Where's that blonde kid you were supposed to bring?" "Sacrifices had to be made in order for this to work." "Wouldn't have it been easier to just hand her back the ova in a vile, instead of going through all this to put it back in place?" "If this is to work as planned, she needs to be in the dark." The sound of a motor was heard in the distance. The marksman steadied his gun and the Cigarette Smoking Man moved behind him, slipping his hand inside his pocket. IV. ~~In friendships and close relationships, we must make a careful choice~~ Scully knocked rapidly on Mulder's door She glanced at her watch, 3:48 a.m. It was dark outside, she'd driven all night. She knocked again, wondering where Mulder could be, if he was gone. The scratching of metal against wood was heard and the click of a lock before the door opened. Mulder stood in the doorway in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and a sleepy frown. "Mulder, I lied to you," Scully whispered before he could say anything. Mulder nodded and stepped back, allowing her to enter his apartment. "You want to start with why you went with that cigarette smoking bastard in the first place, Scully? Or why you lied about it?," he asked, shutting the door behind him. "Did you get the tape?" Scully asked. "What tape?" "Mulder, can I explain this later," Scully said softly. "I have something." She pulled the disk out of her pocket and handed it to him. "What is this?" "Why I went." "I'll call the Gunmen." Mulder brushed past her and Scully sank heavily onto his couch, exhausted. Her eyes closed slowly and she blinked quickly in an attempt to stay awake. She could hear Mulder on the phone in the other room, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Her eyes closed again reflexively and she this time she didn't try to keep them open. She jerked awake suddenly when there was a knock on the door. She heard Mulder open it and the voices of the Lone Gunmen echoed in the hallway. She sat up straight and adjusted her clothes, waiting for them to come in. The Lone Gunmen appeared first, carting computer equipment with them and Mulder followed, hovering in the doorway. She looked at him, willing him to say something, but he wouldn^^t even look at her. And then they announced ^^the disk is blank.^^ And Mulder turned from the door and left the room. The Lone Gunmen looked at Scully. Scully looked towards the doorway. ^^What have I done?^^ she whispered. V. ~~Knowledge is the key to freedom~~ After Scully shut the door behind the Lone Gunmen she laid her forehead on the cool wood briefly. She rolled her body to the side and let her gaze rest upon the half-open blinds in Mulder^^s living room. The sun was just rising, covering the floor with orange and brown striped shadows. She pushed away from the wall suddenly and walked hesitantly towards Mulder^^s room. The door was open and Mulder was standing by his window. She tapped her knuckles against the door, letting him know she was there. He didn^^t say anything. ^^I^^ll explain everything to you,^^ she said. Mulder said nothing. ^^I can take you to his office.^^ Silence. ^^Mulder...please don^^t let what I^^ve done ruin us.^^ Mulder put his head down and his shoulder rose and fell with careful breathing. ^^Take me to his office.^^ He turned around and brushed past her towards the living room. Scully reached out and took his hand as he walked by, stopping him. She stared at him, asking him silent questions with her eyes. He nodded once and then gave her hand a small squeeze before dropping it and making his way towards the door. Mulder didn^^t say anything as they drove to the office building, and Scully told him everything; what she^^d done for the disk, what should^^ve been on it; Marjorie Butters. Mulder just drove on, not saying a word. And then they were standing in an abandoned office, Scully insisting she had seen people work there, the Cigarette Smoking Man^^s name on the door. And now all of it was gone. Scully walked around the room, arms crossed in front of her. ^^Dammit all to hell!^^ She yelled and kicked the wall once. ^^Son of a bitch!^^ Another kick to the wall. ^^Mother fucking bastard!^^ Another kick. ^^Scully, stop.^^ Mulder put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back away from the wall. ^^Why!^^ Scully shouted and then turned towards Mulder, tears streaming down her cheeks. Mulder opened his mouth, shocked. ^^Why,^^ she whispered and fell against him, her fists against his chest and her cheek resting over his heart. Mulder placed his arms tentatively around her back and let his head fall back to look at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and sighed. ^^You didn^^t do anything wrong,^^ he whispered, and brought his hand up to hold the back of her head and stroke her cheek. ^^I^^m sorry, it^^s not your fault.^^ ^^I was stupid, so stupid.^^ She shut her eyes, rubbing her face into his shirt. ^^He offered you everything you^^ve always wanted to find, Scully. You^^re not stupid, you had to take a chance.^^ ^^I should have told you.^^ ^^You had no choice.^^ ^^I knew you wouldn^^t forgive me.^^ ^^I forgive you.^^ Scully choked on a sob. The Cigarette Smoking Man^^s words were running through the back of her mind like a mantra. ~~You won^^t allow yourself to love him.~~ ^^I do!^^ She said emphatically. ^^You do what?^^ ^^Mulder I...^^ She pulled away from him and wiped at her eyes. ^^I do love you.^^ He looked at her in confusion. ^^I love you too, Scully, but what...what does it have to do...^^ Mulder stopped and really looked at his partner. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were puffy and blotched from crying. Her shoulders sagged and she looked absolutely exhausted. It reminded him of a time once before in his hallway when she told him she was quitting the FBI. A day when he^^d kept her up all night and then sent her off to a meeting with OPR and before she went home to get some rest, she went to him. ^^Come here, Scully,^^ he said softly, and pulled her towards him. ^^I^^m sorry,^^ she whispered. ^^I^^m so sorry.^^ ^^Don^^t be,^^ he said and placed soft kisses against her brow. ^^Don^^t apologize to me.^^ He ran his hands up and down her back in long smooth strokes, trying to get her to relax. ^^Oh Mulder.^^ Scully sighed his name and turned his head to bring their lips together. They kissed once, then twice, and then lingered on a third. Her lips were moist from her tears which still leaked slowly from her eyes and Mulder reached up to brush the wetness away from her cheeks with his thumbs. They kissed again, this time with more force and passion. They broke apart, both breathing heavily and Mulder^^s arms wrapped tightly around her body. ^^Do me a favor, Mulder.^^ ^^What?^^ ^^Even if it^^s only this once. Please make love with me.^^ ^^Scully...^^ ^^Please,^^ she whispered, giving him a soft kiss. ^^I need you.^^ He barely gave it a moment^^s thought before kissing her again and lowering her to the carpeted floor. Scully pulled his shirt from his pants and reached underneath to feel the skin of his bare back. He sat up briefly and took the shirt off. Scully sat up for a moment too and removed her jacket. They tossed the clothes aside, never giving a second glance to see where they landed. Mulder leaned forward to kiss her again and she lowered her back down onto the floor. Their legs entwined and fumbled together to toe their shoes off and still they went on kissing. Mulder reached between their bodies to unbutton Scully^^s pants and slide her zipper down. He slid his hand underneath the elastic of her underwear and brushed through her moist curls. ^^Oh, God...Mulder, yes!^^ Scully moaned and pressed her hips foward, pushing against his hand. Mulder pressed his palm against her clit, forcing her hips back to the ground. She panted his name again and Mulder kissed and licked his way down her throat. He began a slow, but firm massage with his hand, alternating between pressing against her clit and stroking his fingers along her opening. When he reached up with his other hand to cup her breast, Scully almost lost it. Her fists collided with the ground helplessly and her body jerked beneath him. ^^Jesus, Mulder! Please!^^ Mulder pressed hard against her and jerked his palm upwards. Scully let out what could^^ve been considered a blood curling scream and writhed beneath him. ^^Oh...GOD, Jesus...MULDER!^^ Her hips bucked wildly and her body pulsed with the release of pent up tension. She lay on the floor, panting. Her neck and chest was flushed a deep red and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. ^^God, Mulder.^^ As she lay there, Scully became increasingly aware of Mulder^^s own arousal, pressing into her hip, and Mulder was making no move to try and alleviate it. ^^Mulder...^^ ^^Hmm?^^ Mulder was sucking on her collarbone and kissing his way across her shoulders. ^^Your turn.^^ She pushed him off of her to the floor and then straddled his hips, pressing her pelvis against his. This time it was Mulder who groaned in pleasure. Scully undid the fly of his jeans, the buttons parting beneath her fingers easily. She sat up on her knees and slid her hands around to his hips as a signal for him to lift them up off the floor. She hooked her fingers around the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down off his hips towards his knees. His erection bounced free and Scully felt a new burst of arousal overtake her. Mulder was exquisite, she thought to herself. He had a long, narrow torso that was sleekly defined. As she admired his upper chest and abdomen, Scully thanked God for the bureau pool and whoever taught Mulder how to swim. ^^It^^s not polite to stare, Scully,^^ Mulder said and grinned at her. Scully smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss the middle of his chest. She licked her way down to his belly button, then took his erection in her fist, stroking his shaft in smooth motions. ^^Scully...wait...^^ Mulder panted, frantically trying to grab her arms. ^^What?^^ She looked up at him, puzzled. He shook his head and pulled her up towards him so that she was lying on his chest, their faces inches apart. ^^Not this time,^^ he said. ^^Just us.^^ ^^Oh.^^ They stared at each other for a long while, neither one moving. Then, Scully rolled off of him and began sliding her pants off. Mulder kicked his jeans the rest of the way down and off his feet, then sat up to remove his socks. He waited for Scully to finish removing her clothes and they faced each other a little awkwardly. ^^Do you...have a preference?^^ Mulder asked. ^^What do you mean?^^ ^^Top or bottom.^^ ^^Oh...uhm...why don^^t we just see what happens.^^ ^^Ok.^^ They leaned towards each other and had to readjust to find a position to allow them to kiss. Scully closed her eyes and let Mulder take the lead. He pulled her back with him to the floor and they rolled to their sides first, and then so that Mulder was lying on top of her and between her legs. ^^You can still turn back you know?^^ Mulder said. ^^I know,^^ Scully replied. She parted her knees a little farther and gripped Mulder^^s ass, urging him forward. And then it happened. Mulder slid into her body, and the seven years they had spent being partners and best friends was transformed into a whole new level and sealed in one moment. Their bodies moved against each other to a rhythm they created for each other. They found release within each other, but they weren^^t the only ones that were satisfied. Across the street, in a dark blue Sedan, cigarette smoke circled the old mans head like a thick fog. He pulled the stick to his mouth and pursed his lips around the end, suckling the moist tip. He inhaled slowly, and smiled to himself, flipping off a tape recorder. ^^The only thing left to do now, is wait and see if it worked,^^ he said to himself and started his car. THE END