Legend of Hope (6/11)
Author: Ms. AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

Alex Krycek reclines against a headboard, Marita resting
beside him, both of them watching the scene unfold on the
monitor in front of them. Alex lazily brushing Marita's
nipple, she is stroking his cock before sliding down and
taking him into her mouth.

"I knew he would complete his task to our satisfaction."

Marita crawls up my body before positioning my cock and
sliding the hard flesh into her pussy. It's only moments
until we both shudder and resume our previous position.
Marita points to the screen.

"Look at him...he is so violent...to bad he isn't one of
us. He'd make a great addition."

"You're right, of course we will remedy that when the time
is right. In fact I think he's better, than some of the
Bounty Hunters we have around here, I still can't believe
that he'd fuck his own sister. Of course it wasn't really
her."

Someone knocks and I call out.

"Enter."

A young woman is shoved into the room; she stumbles,
falling to her knees. Her head hangs forward long wavy
brown hair obscuring my view of her face. She is clothed
simply; a long white gauze dress covers her.

"Stand up." I tell her.

I nudge Marita indicating for her to leave the room. After
the door clicks shut I speak again to the trembling woman
before me.

"LOOK at me! I want to see your face."

She raises her head slowly.

"Pull you hair back." I command.

She raises her arms sweeping the thick strands away from
her face when she releases them it's like a curtain
falling, heavy and final. She *is* beautiful I can see
*him* in her, she is tall and slender, her hair is the same
shade of brown.

Yet it isn't the body style or her slight facial
resemblance, it's her eyes...deep and haunted hazel orbs
with flecks of gold scattered throughout the color. There
is no question she has her brother's eyes, eyes that
reflect ones soul within there depths.

"Come closer." I beckon.

She steps toward me dropping the gauze dress as she closes
the distance, my arms encircle her body as I press my cheek
against her rounded abdomen. I feel a strong surge against
my flesh, I pull back she is stroking my hair and I press
my face down again. This is a wondrous sensation, one the
aliens haven't needed for centuries.

I pull back slightly allowing my hands to open and follow
the contours of her swollen abdomen with great interest.
Several more blows pummel my hands before I slide up and
cup her full breasts. Her head drops back on a moan as I
close my lips around one puckered nipple.

"Samantha..." I whisper against her skin.

I stand and we kiss long and deep, my renewed erection
pressed between us. She kneels on the bed and I ease my
cock inside her, slowly being careful not to endanger the
unborn inside of her. Her moaning causes me to quicken my
pace, my fingers reach around searching and finding her
swollen clit I roll it between my thumb and forefinger
until she cries out. She drops her head to the mattress as
I stroke one more time and follow her into oblivion.

We roll onto our sides I slide down until my cheek is again
resting on her rounded flesh her hands return to stroking
my hair, I softly kiss her navel dipping my tongue in
causing her to laugh lightly.

"I've missed you," She softly says.

I've missed her too.

I feel it like a cold wave starting at my feet and ending
at my brain, the entity, the purity has let the real Alex
out for much too long. It clouds my eyes and then my mind
until I am no longer just human, but something more yet
less than alien.

I, we, move lower tasting her secretions mixed with our
own, taking the still inflamed nub into my mouth I suck
forcefully causing her to climax again a finger moves
inside her pressing up finding the raised area inside.
Taking her clit between my teeth I move my jaw over it and
she screams out my, our name over and over.

"Alex...Alex..." She chants.

Removing my finger, I open my mouth and position myself
over her contracting hole I can feel the purity start to
flow out of my mouth and into her vaginal canal. Rising to
my knees I, we, watch as the coldness seeps into her
overtaking her. Samantha's eyes are frightened. Her whole
body convulses, I see some blood appear on the sheets, and
her contractions can be seen as her belly ripples.

"Alex?" She manages to gasp. "What have you done?"

"It's time." I say as two Bounty Hunters appear and place
her on a stretcher before wheeling her out of the room.

I turn back to the monitor replaying the scene over and
over. The violence, the rape of the Dana Scully look-a-like
and I, we are pleased, Bill Scully is an asset one we will
continue to use.

Marita returns, she stands in front of me blocking my view
I grab her hair and force her to her knees; she knows what
to do...

* * * * *

I'm running right on schedule never let it be said that
Bill Scully can't stick to a timetable. At 0-700 hours I
pull up in front of the Watergate Complex, I'm hiding
behind the entrance door when I see her.
I grab her clamping my hand over her mouth as I pin her to
the brick wall pressing her body beneath mine before
closing my mouth over hers.
My hands cup her ass, raising her up, her legs lock around
my hips as I grind my cock into her.

Pulling away she is grinning at me wickedly her hands are
now around my neck as she yanks me forward shoving her
tongue back into my mouth. We are both panting now, I drop
my head, nose buried in her neck when I catch a scent on
her.

I unceremoniously drop her legs stepping away.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Well either you've changed your perfume, Mata Hari, or you
didn't wash the smoke smell off you body good enough...oh
well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

I cup her chin in my hand.

"Once a whore always a whore. I wonder is *that* talent on
your resume? Is there anyone in DC you *haven't* slept
with?"

She looks at me anger flashing in her eyes.

"I mean that's why you were brought back isn't it? To slide
your way back into Fox Mulder's bed? Apparently your
efforts were futile. Losing your touch?"

She pulls back to slap me, but I easily catch her hand, she
looks up at me defiantly before pulling from my grasp.
She's heading towards my car turning her head she calls out
over her shoulder.

"Let's go, William. We have a meeting to get to."

"Anything you say...Diana." I mutter as I close the car
door and slip in beside her.

I reach down unzipping my fly and extricating my cock
before grabbing her head and forcing her face down and into
my lap.

"Do something about this, my dear. I don't want you to get
out of practice...Oh, yeah that's the way...suck my cock."

I grab her hair forcing her to look at my face.

"And don't forget to clean me up *real* good. Swallow it
all Diana."

* * * * *


I watched both Bill Scully and Diana Fowley carefully
throughout the meeting for any hesitancy on either of their
parts. If I had seen any at all we would follow another
course of action it would be just as easy to remove these
two from the equation and use our own kind or the
shapeshifting hunters.

I think Diana was very surprised to see me.

"Cassandra...but...weren't you killed? Burned at the base?"
She sputtered out.

I just smiled, before informing them of their roles.

"I don't have much experience with infants. It will be
difficult to convince Fox that the child is his." She
prattles on.

"Just read over the plans, memorize them...he will believe.
It was good the elders kept his sister alive, after all she
just gave birth to her brothers child."

Bill Scully has been quiet, submissive almost, yet I can
see the intensity, the violent tendency of his character
behind those blue eyes, I dismiss him before continuing my
conversation with Diana.

"Bill Scully *must* not know the child is biologically his
sisters. I agree with the elders that Krycek is mistaken on
where Bill Scully's real priorities lie. If he finds
out...you my dear, will be held accountable and we wouldn't
want that now would we?"

She looks shaken, but nods her head in the affirmative. I
put my arm around her as I usher her out, opening the door
I pause speaking to her yet again.

"By the way *dear* how IS my ex-husband doing? I've been
wondering how he keeps a young and obviously highly
*motivated* woman like yourself satisfied, *I* could never
seem to get the cigarette stench off of me after his idea
of sex."

Diana Fowley looked at me like I was off my rocker.

"I don't know WHAT you talking about!" She retorts.

"Come on...it doesn't take a genius to know you've been
banging half of the now mostly disbanded syndicate,
including Jeffrey's father."

She stares at me defiantly.

"I think your original assignment was to keep Fox Mulder's
interest away from the X Files by seducing him. Well now
you're going to get another chance, but you won't have his
little red haired partner to interfere, so it should be
easy for a woman of your *talent*. That is IF you can get
him to forget her."

"I don't think it will be a problem, after all she's just
his partner. I was once someone very special to him,
Cassandra."

I brush my nails through her hair, twirling the ends
between my thumb and forefinger as she looks into my face.

"Yes you were once *very* important to him, until you left
him, you and that English woman...what was her name? Oh yes
Phoebe Green, between the two of you it was a wonder he'd
ever trust another woman again."

I smile, grab her chin in my hand before continuing.

"Yes, you do your BEST to keep Agent Mulder happy, it's
surely in your best interests to do so...I wonder how he'd
feel if he knew *YOU* were the one that gave the order for
the extraction of her ova. And the fact that you had them
increase the removal process and *that* is the real reason
she was almost dead when she was returned."

She tries pulling away, but I tighten my hold, she just
might have a couple of bruises on her chin...oh well.

"Jealous, Bitch aren't you? It's a good thing someone
disobeyed your order and implanted the chip in her one
ovary before beginning the process, after all we're not
totally inhumane."

I let go of her like I've been burned.

"One more thing *Diana* don't even think of hurting the
baby. I like both Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, you treat
that child with tenderness as if your life depends on
it...which it does."

She slams the door on the way out, I can hear soft
footsteps approach from behind me before feeling gentle
hands descend on my shoulders.

"How'd it go?"

I lean back slightly and pat the hand on my left shoulder.

"It went as planned, like always...are they still at the
second base?"

"Yes...the battle is still being fought beyond Neptune we
haven't been able to surmise which side is winning. If it's
the wrong side..."

His voice trails off.

"If it's the wrong side we'll worry about that when the
time comes...I'm so glad you decided to join me. You don't
know how happy and proud it makes me feel...when will Agent
Mulder be removed?"

"Tonight."

"Are we doing the right thing? I can't seem to figure out
which side I'm on anymore...have you found that *man* that
used to be my husband?"

"No."

"Well I know him and when it suits his purpose he'll crawl
out from whatever rock he's been hiding under and then
WE'LL have him."

I turn around and gently kiss the offered cheek. My nose
lingers for a moment breathing in the scent assaulting my
nostrils.

"Is that a new cologne, young man?" I ask.

He nods and I continue.

"Well I like it. It suits you why don't you go and get some
rest, you've earned it...don't worry about me, ever since
my *procedure* I don't require as much sleep. Go on...go to
bed."

He smiles, with a kiss to my cheek and a hug he turns and
then leaves.

I sit down and pick up the phone.

* * * * *

I'm startled awake, was that an explosion...

<Oh my God, where's Mulder?>

There's another explosion that rocks the bed I'm lying in.
How did I get here the last thing I remember was looking in
the mirror? My hands fly to my stomach expecting...what? I
encounter nothing just the smooth feel of my skin.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Strange dream, but I thought I
saw...no that's impossible. I move my hand removing the
cold and still damp washcloth from my forehead...someone
*must* have been in here.

Jeremiah bursts into the room, panting.

"HURRY! Get dressed! We've got to get out of here."

He turns giving me some privacy; I throw on a jogging suit,
remembering panties, but not bothering with a bra. I'm just
tying my shoes when I hear more explosions and gunshots.

"You can turn around. What's going on? Where's Mulder?"

"I don't have time to explain right now." He says grabbing
my wrist and dragging me off the bed.

"We've got to get out of here, NOW!"

He repeats before throwing the door open and shoving me in
front of him, my eyes caught sight of something on the
floor beside the bed.
Jeremiah is protecting me as we run, I can feel it, we find
ourselves in front of the wall...

Gibson is already waiting, standing in front of the
drawings, there is one that shows the exact spot, the
scene, almost like it's being written or drawn as we live
it.

"Where's Mulder?" I ask again.

Gibson looks at me...oh my god...he's blind.

"You have to trust me again, Dana. This wall is our only
way out and you seem to be the only one who can access it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You walked into this wall, into the past and changed it
somehow, yet whatever you did, doesn't seem to be effecting
future events, the present we now are in...at least not
that we've noticed."

I must be losing it or is everybody else.

"Gibson, you're crazy...how could I?"

"We don't have time for your skepticism and science right
now...we both saw you walk into the wall, into the room
where they were testing you and KILLING your unborn
child..."

I feel a chill running up and down my spine, tears
prickling at my eyes and then it's almost as if I'm not
myself. I'm watching from some hidden place inside me as I
touch the wall and it shimmers, turning to Gibson and
Jeremiah I speak.

"We must go now, the portal is open, give me your hands."

I sound dead, robot-like; I feel my hands clutching theirs
as we step into the wall. We turn around and watch as
humans, maybe, clones, probably, aliens, bounty hunters
whatever race past us oblivious until they disappear down
the cave tunnel.

Time passes, though how much I'm unsure of until we again
step through the wall and I am whole again, yet how could I
just leave Mulder out there? We begin to search for
survivors and there are more than I would have thought,
Kurt comes to me later.

"We've searched all over...Mulder is missing."

I'm sitting on the bed, the bed where Mulder and I had made
love rediscovering our first time, looking at the floor
between my feet. Kurt is a clone one of the first, one that
is battle hardened so I've been told.

I can feel him coming closer and with a tenderness that he
shouldn't be capable of, he kneels before me taking my
hands in his.

"I know this is hard for you...but we don't have much time
we are going to have to leave hear and get *you* someplace
safe. I know you don't want to go..."

I interrupt him by standing.

"No, let's go."

He nods letting my hands drop and holding the door open for
me.

I turn at the doorway, pausing for a moment. There's
nothing here for me anyway, not anymore. I tug on Kurt's
sleeve forcing him to look down at me, questioningly.

"I won't give up. No matter what it takes. I will find
him."

"Yes, I believe you will." He replies with a conviction I
wish I could bottle and keep on a shelf to use whenever I
needed a dose.

And as we are walking down the corridor I know I'll need
all my strength, hope, faith and especially Mulder's voice,
the one I'll keep replaying over and over inside my head
until the day I find him.

Love, my life had true and honest meaning one minute and
although I wasn't sure where we were going I knew we would
be together. Now as I sit in another van heading off to
another secret base somewhere, I'm alone with nothing.

Reaching into the pocket of my jacket that I had taken the
time to change into I finger the object I had spotted
beside the bed. Why I brought it with me I don't know, but
it meant I hadn't been seeing things I HAD seen him, he
must have put me into bed and put the washcloth on my head.

But why, why didn't he just kill me?

Suddenly I don't want it anymore; I roll down the window
and toss the offensive article out. Lord help him if he has
ANYTHING to do with Mulder's disappearance I will kill him
and that's a promise. I watch as the half-smoked Morley
hits the pavement and rolls out of site...

* * * * *

Fuck.

Does my head hurt.

I smile when I feel the feminine arm drop over my waist,
opening my eyes I turn on my back ready to kiss...

"DIANA! What the FUCK is going on?" I scream.

The erection I'd been starting on seems to crawl right back
up inside me cowering and shaking...tiny even. She has the
fucking nerve to look surprised and sad at the same time.

I've long since shoved myself away from her and am sitting
against the headboard as far away from her as I can get.
Where is Scully? To say I'm confused is an understatement.
I grab her upper arms shaking her, my fury building.

"Where is Scully? What have you done? TELL ME! DAMMIT!"

"Fox," she whimpers.

Just then I hear another sound, coming from the corner of
the room; my eyes travel to the source. A wooden cradle
sits there, swaying back and forth slightly, straining my
eyes I can see a tiny pink hand moving around as another
cry hits my ears.

Shrugging out of my grip, Diana gets up and throws over her
shoulder.

"Now look what you've done. You woke up the baby."

Baby? What baby?

Diana scopes up the infant and comes to stand beside the
bed.

"Well," she coos, "I guess since daddy woke you *he's* just
going to have to hold you while I go fix your bottle."

I'm sure my mouth is hanging open, I heard everything Diana
just said, but...then suddenly she shoves the baby into my
arms. I want to protest I start to open my mouth.

"Now, Katherine you be good for daddy, don't give him too
hard of a time and I'll be right back."

I still haven't said anything as Diana leaves the room.
Katherine, is still crying, I change positions holding her
in the crook of my arms and look into her face, her little
hands reach up aiming for my nose, I think, and she quiets.

She almost appears to be trying to out stare me, her eyes
seeming to penetrate right into my soul. Only one other
person has ever done that to me...Scully...oh god
Scully...where are you?

Katherine seems fascinated by the tears streaming down my
face her fingers rubbing them into my cheeks before playing
with my lips, gently, not jerkily like most babies.
Something really strange is going on here; I look to the
doorway seeing Diana's shadow.

I wonder how long she's been standing there?

End of part six.



Legend of Hope (7/11)
Author: Ms AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

The road seems endless. I watch as we pass cars, trucks and
motorcycles, I haven't a clue as to where we are going I
think it's better that way, I don't want to know why I'm on
this journey across the country. How did I the daughter of
a simple Navy Officer wind up as part of the equation in a
rebel resistance force?

How is it that I've come to be looked up to with awe, with
reverence, even with fear? I'm not superhuman; I'm just a
woman, one who thought she could make a difference somehow.
I started out on the path as a healer, a doctor, yet I felt
unfulfilled I wanted to *be* something more, I wanted to be
*someone* special. I wanted to forge my own path make my
own mark on the world.

Is that selfish?

I remember my father telling us all, Bill, Melissa, Charlie
and myself to be our own person, to not let others dictate
who or what we were to become. I think he knew Bill would
follow in his footsteps, I'm not sure what he thought about
Charlie. Melissa, well, I think Dad always thought she
would be a teacher that is until she started waving
crystals around the house and talking about past lives.

Then there is me, Dana Katherine Scully, his Starbuck, I
always knew I held a special place in Dad's heart, my
siblings knew it too. Did they ever resent me? I think I
know Melissa never did, I'm not so sure about Bill or
Charlie. Melissa...she gave her life for me, twice in a
sense, no one should have to mourn for a loved one more
than once.

The things Melissa told me about Krycek...about Emily...

Mulder, we had a daughter.

I feel guilty; I kept her from you. I remember needing you,
wanting you with me...I called you, but I hung up before
you could answer. I wasn't really happy in San Diego that
Christmas; I was with my family trying to be normal in a
way. I lied to myself, Mulder; the truth was I felt
incomplete without you there with me.

I should have checked Emily's paternity, that is what the
rational side of me says even now after all this time, yet
I was so caught up in just the knowledge that she was *my*
daughter and not Melissa's that I didn't pursue the *truth*
as I should have. I had a daughter, a choice that was taken
from me, but she existed.

I was selfish, Mulder, I called you up as a witness, I used
you and your loyalty towards me in trying to claim Emily as
my flesh and blood legally. And you came, your always there
for me Mulder, I can remember the face you made for her,
for Emily, for our *daughter* and I'm angry.

How could they do this to you...to me...to us, Mulder?

I wonder how many more Emily's there are out there and I
weep.

Closing my eyes I try to control the tears, trying to
regain my anger at the injustices done to both of us. Anger
wins out over sadness, I'm tired of being used, I'm tired
of having my life moved around the board like the pawn on a
chessboard, I need to find *you* Mulder.

I feel the tides of sleep washing over me I want to resist,
I want to have some sort of control over my own body, yet
even it betrays me. Will I be able to reach you in sleep,
Mulder? Is the connection we seem to have going to help me
find you?

I await you, my love, my Mulder.

* * * * *

I see Melissa peering around the corner, listening to my
parent's argument, where am I? Is this a dream or a memory?
I don't remember my mother and father having many
disagreements especially not like this one. I want to go to
my mother and comfort her she is crying.

"Maggie, listen to me I know it's hard, but I believe in
our country I know we did the right thing."

My mother looks up into his face.

"Tell me his name."

"What?" My father questions.

"I want to know the name of my son. Of *our* son, he does
have a name doesn't he?"

"Maggie...don't."

My mothers eyes flash she picks up a vase from the table
and sends it flying into the wall, shards of glass rain
down upon the carpet.

"I *need* to know his name. I went with you without
question even though I felt any child was a gift from God,
I went to, to *that* place and I let them...you let them.
You told me they were just checking for abnormalities and
instead they were taking my eggs!"

"Maggie..."

"What about Bill and Melissa? Are they normal and what
about this child? What about the baby I'm carrying right
now? What are they looking for? Tell me!"

My father looks stunned; tears appear in his eyes I don't
think I ever saw him cry as he warily approaches my mother
his large hand reaching out to caress her stomach.

"You, you're pregnant...now...again."

"Yes, I think it's a girl." She replies her voice
softening.

"Oh Lord. You'll have to go stay with your sister until
after the baby is born. I can't explain, I know you are
angry with me...you *have* to believe me, Maggie. I love
you and the only way to protect this child is for you to go
to your sister's, tonight."

My mother glances at his hand still stroking her tenderly,
her hand comes up to touch his cheek before she walks into
his arms. He's whispering into her hair, so like Mulder
does with me, before kissing her gently.

"I trust you." She states simply.

Melissa turns sharply when a hand comes down on her
shoulder. Spinning wildly she turns and looks straight into
our brother Bill's face, he is angry and I see in her eyes,
she is terrified. Bill clamps his hand down over her mouth,
he whispers into her ear, but I can't tell what he says,
before dragging her out of the room.

I follow them I stand at the doorway leading into Bills
bedroom, I see him smacking Melissa across the face she
falls onto his bed. There is a small trickle of blood in
the corner of her mouth, Bill turns away, raising the
volume on a nearby radio and as he walks to the door a
ghost of a smile steals across his features, before he
shuts and locks the door. I swear I hear fabric tearing,
Melissa pleading something about stopping...I have to get
in there.

I pound on the door and it opens, slowly, changing as it
does, this is no longer Bill's room I step in and see my
mother lying on a bed, obviously very pregnant. Her hands
lightly stroke her swollen abdomen up and down over and
over.

I reach down to my own abdomen, trying to imagine what she
is experiencing at this very moment and then it happens,
again, I can feel my skin stretching, swelling under my
palms. Oh God...it hurts!

"Stop!" I scream lurching forward.

The van stops suddenly, throwing open the door I manage to
walk a few feet before collapsing to my knees and retching
violently. I stagger back toward the van, my vision is
blurry I see three Kurt's, I think, he, they, whatever,
support me and then nothing...

* * * * *

I gaze out the window at the four-foot tall cornstalks my
attention is shifted when I hear Diana enter the room
carrying the baby; she walks over and puts her in a nearby
playpen. I don't think Katherine likes it much, she
whimpers and looks to me arms outstretched, I can't help
the grin spreading across my face.

Two steps and she's in my arms, the top of her little head
resting right in the crook of my neck...just like, Scully,
damn I can't cry now I've got to figure out what's going
on. I'm not very experienced with babies, but Katherine
makes me feel like I've been doing this forever.

"You're going to spoil her, Fox."

"Diana what's all this? Where are we?"

"We are in Alaska. This is our home, Fox, after you and
Agent Scully found out the date the aliens were coming to
colonize you made a deal with Conrad Strughold, for our
safety."

Now I know she's lying, but I let her continue to dig her
own hole.

"What about Scully? Where is she?"

"Fox, Agent Scully is dead, she was killed trying to rescue
Samantha...they both were."

<No! Diana's lying, this can't *be* true, Scully?
Samantha?>

"I don't believe you, Diana. What year is this? And *if*
any of this is true *why* can't I remember?"

"It's 2002. We are running one of the few self-sufficient
Solar Greenhome's in existence, we grow our own fruits and
vegetables, and we receive meat and other supplies about
once a month. We consider ourselves survivors."

Katherine is sleeping so I walk into the bedroom and lay
her down, I carefully inspect the back of her neck finding
it unblemished, she's not like Emily, and at least there
isn't a nodule I can see. I wish Scully were here this is
her area of expertise.

I go back into the main room and seeing Diana has went
through the patio doors out onto the deck I follow, looking
up I see what appears to be very thick plastic of some
sort. It reminds me of the bee domes Scully and I found in
Texas, same shape only much larger.

"This corn is different, Fox. It has been altered to carry
the 'purity' that has been exposed to the vaccine...Agent
Scully discovered that the vaccine doesn't cure the
'purity' it only sends it into a sort of hibernation, once
it's already in the human body."

"Go on."

"I remember you told me she got the idea from some case in
the Arctic Cape something about iceworms, she obtained a
sample of the 'purity' mixed it with the vaccine and saw a
total molecular change occur. She took your blood and her
own and compared the specimens, there were still some
clusters of 'purity' in both your blood and her own, she
added the vaccinated 'purity' and it was a complete
success."

"So I'm cured." I say sarcastically.

"Well after a year or so we found it was a limited immunity
at best that's why we have to keep eating the hybridized
corn."

I shake my head at her, amazing the lengths *they* will go
to keep Scully and I apart. I grab her upper arms, roughly.

"So, Diana. Why can't I remember you?"

"You tried to leave the complex when I went into labor with
Katherine, you were upset, you said you wanted to go
running outside in the cold. The perimeter sensors shocked
you and your memory has been coming and going ever since,
but this is the worst attack ever."

I push her away. How can she expect me to believe this
bunch of bullshit, I'm not stupid, I would never marry
Diana...never. If Scully really died I would have killed
myself first. I must have said that last part out loud,
because Diana grabs my hand.

"You did try to commit suicide, Fox. Until you read Agent
Scully's will and her request."

"Which was?"

"She had found one of the labs where they were storing her
ova. She asked that if something happened to her that you
would go on, Agent Scully wanted a child so badly that she
asked for you to be the father to find a surrogate mother
so she could live on in some way."

Tears are streaming down my face that would be so like
Scully, I know it isn't true, yet...

"Fox, we came to an agreement, an understanding of sorts, I
know you loved her...maybe even more than you ever loved
me. But I agreed to carry Agent Scullys child on the
condition that we tried the natural way to have a child
also."

"What are you saying Diana?"

"I'm saying that Katherine is your daughter no matter what,
but biologically I don't know if she is mine or Agent
Scully's we both agreed never to find out, I carried her
inside me for nine months she is as much my child as yours
or hers."

"But her name, Diana, why would you?"

"Why would I let you name her? It's easy I love you. Her
full name is Katherine Ann Mulder, after the other two
women in your life that you loved, both of their middle
names, that's the way it should be."

My tears are still flowing, she tries to wrap me up in her
arms, but I shove her away again. I can't have her touch
me...ever again. My anger has taken full root I turn to her
before going back into the house.

"You're lying Diana. I'm going to get my daughter and the
two of us are leaving...I'll kill you if you try and stop
me."

* * * * *

I find myself with the baby strapped to me in one of those
carrier things, she's still sleeping the little sweetheart,
I've donned a big parka and I have a backpack filled with
all the baby things I thought I might need. Little did I
know...

Diana tried to stop me. She screamed at me not to take the
baby. Pleading with me saying she'd be killed. Told me not
to be foolish we really were in Alaska that the storms move
in so fast. I didn't listen I popped her one in the face
and she crumpled to the ground, she'd have a headache, but
she'd live.

I bend down and check her pockets finding a map. I think
the people she works for can kill her much more slowly and
painfully than I can. I'm only a little surprised when I
find a Sno-Cat hidden nearby I start it up and see there is
a full tank of gas, there is a car seat so I place
Katherine in it, I double check the map and head out.

Looking back I think I should have listened to Diana, I
should have been suspicious of the map it was just to
convenient. As always though in my haste I didn't think
things through carefully. The gas gauge is almost on empty
the storm that has been brewing picking up force. I can no
longer see what's in front of me the engine sputters to a
stop and so does our movement.

I rub my temples until I hear a small sound; Katherine is
awake so for the time being I feed her. She seems very
content, I'm glad she's too young to know the danger we are
in, how could I have been so stupid it's one thing to risk
my life and another to risk hers.

* * * * *

Time is passing and it's growing colder, Katherine dropped
off to sleep after eating and my clumsy attempt at changing
her. I'm so tired...

I think I nodded off I reach out checking on the baby...my
God she's so cold...No, no, no I pick her up enfolding her
in my arms touching her baby cheeks, her little hands
trying to blow hot air over her cold skin. She
yawns...thank you.

I don't think anyone is going to find us. Exhaustion is
stalking me I finally take Katherine and crawl back into
the cab's bed area I find another parka and six thermal
blankets and use them to cover us both up before I curl my
body around her tiny form my hands holding her to me.

The darkness is coming to claim me...

Daddy's so tired...

Scully? I love you.

Katherine is cold, I'm sorry my little one...

Hush little baby, don't be afraid...

End of part seven.


Legend of Hope (8/11)
Author: Ms. AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

Four Weeks Earlier:

My secretary pops her head in the door.

"There's a Margaret Scully on line one for you, sir."

I nod in acknowledgement. Margaret Scully, why would she be
calling me?

"Mrs. Scully? Walter Skinner here."

"Mr. Skinner has Dana been sent out of town on a case? I
know you probably can't give out many details, but I've
been trying to reach her and she usually lets me know when
she's going out of town."

"No, I'm sorry Mrs. Scully...I believe Agent Scully was
here on Friday, but I haven't sent either Agent Mulder nor
her on a case."

"Well that makes me even more worried, I'm going to her
apartment right now...thank you Mr. Skinner."

"Wait, Mrs. Scully...I'll meet you there just in case."

"I would appreciate that Mr. Skinner."

* * * * *

I notice Scully's car is parked in front of her apartment
building, I wait until I see Margaret Scully pulling up
before getting out of my car and walking over to her.

"Well, that's Dana's car. Maybe she's just been out for the
weekend, I'm sorry for making you come all the way over
here, Mr. Skinner."

"No problem Mrs. Scully and please call me Walter no need
to be so formal. I'll just walk you to her door say hello
and be on my way."

Offering my arm, Margaret Scully accepts and we proceed
into the building. Arriving at Scully's door Margaret
knocks, receiving no answer she searches her keys and
unlocks the door.

I block her entrance motioning for her to stay back, being
in the FBI for this many years teaches you to be wary.
Drawing my gun I open the door further and step inside,
checking each room carefully I go back into the hall
pulling out my cell-phone as I do.

I can see the questions and barely contained tears brimming
in Mrs. Scully's eyes as she listens to my conversation.

"This is Walter Skinner...yes, we're going to need a team
sent out to Agent Scully's apartment...send a second team
to Agent Mulder's apartment also...I want this done quickly
and no mistakes."

Finishing up my call I turn to Margaret Scully.

"Mrs. Scully...I won't lie to you there appears to have
been a struggle in your daughter's apartment. I've got a
team on the way over to examine the scene...I'm sorry."

She is shaking, but as gently touch her arms she goes
rigid, brushing away the tears on her cheeks violently. Now
I see where Agent Scully gets her strength she takes a deep
breath and looks up at me.

"I'm going to go home, you will let me know if you find out
anything, won't you?"

"Yes, would you like to wait I could have someone drive you
back? I mean do you feel able to drive?"

"I'll be fine, Mr. Skinner...Walter, thank you, but I have
a couple of errands to run anyway...good-bye."

Something in her eyes, in her voice caused a chill to run
down my spine and if I wasn't mistaken Margaret Scully was
suddenly a woman on a mission. For a moment I thought of
following her, but then I noticed the first members of the
team rounding the corner, time to work.

* * * * *

A few hours later I pull up to the house. Getting out of my
car I proceed up the walk and ring the doorbell, tapping my
foot impatiently until I hear the lock being turned. Her
eyes widen when she sees me and I push my way inside her
home.

"What can I do for you, Margaret?" She stammers.

I walk into her sitting room over to the mantle lightly
tracing the picture frames sitting there. I could hear her
moving to sit behind me, I spot a newer picture of Fox and
trace his face before turning and facing her, our eyes
connect momentarily.

"What have we done, Teena? My husband was a good man, I
have to believe that or I will crumble. I remember the day
I met you...at the clinic, Fox was around two, I was six
maybe seven months along with Dana."

"I remember." She says it so low I almost don't hear her.

I think we are both transported back to December 1963, I
had been staying at my sister's per Bill's request until
after the baby was born. I think in his own mind he thought
that would protect us, I guess he didn't realize we'd be
followed anyway.

I remember looking at Fox for some reason my eyes focused
on him as I entered the waiting room, he was kneeling on
the floor reading a book. He looked up when he saw me enter
and smiled this breath taking little boy smile and I
couldn't help, but smile right back.

I gave the receptionist my name and sat across the room
from him, I picked up a magazine and began to glance
through it. I was startled momentarily when I felt two
small hands and a head resting on my stomach, looking down
I saw Fox with his ear pressed against me.

He was stroking my stomach in little circles and whispering
so softly that I had to strain to hear what he was saying.

"Shhh...I *hear* you baby...I'm Fox Mulder...but I don't
like my first name...I don't like being called Fox..."

He pulled back and smiled at me again.

"Your baby...she talks a lot..."

"Oh I'm *so* sorry," a woman comes down the hall and takes
Fox by the hand. "He usually doesn't bother anyone."

"Fox William Mulder, how many times do I have to tell you?"
She's dragging him across the room. "You have to be quiet
and sit still, don't bother people. Mother isn't done with
work yet."

It's just then I take in her, his mother, she must be a
nurse here. I feel like I should say something in his
defense after all he's just a little boy, although with a
very active imagination.

"Please, it wasn't his fault I asked him what his name
was," I pat my stomach pointedly. "And as you can see I
love children, in fact I have two others at home."

Letting go of his arm she approached me.

"What did he say?"

I'm confused by her question.

"What?"

"My son, Fox...what was he saying to you when I came out."

"Oh that, well he was just saying my baby talks a lot.
Specifically that *she* talks a lot, he has healthy
imagination, I like that in a child...do you have any other
children, Mrs. Mulder, is it?"

"No, I don't, are you sure he wasn't bothering you?" She
smiles a rather forced smile if I ever saw one before
continuing. "All right then if you'll excuse me."

She walked away and I motioned for Fox to come sit by me I
soon discovered he was a very bright child, he must have
been at about a second grade level and he wasn't even three
yet. We chatted until I had to get up and use the
restrooms.

Passing by an open doorway I could just make out snippets
of a conversation and the smell of smoke assaulted my
nostrils.

"You were right to notify me..."

"It was so strange, Fox was talking to this woman's unborn
child..."

"We'll still need to keep an eye out for the others. We
don't know exactly who is going to be the one..."

"I don't want any more children."

"Don't be stubborn about this, Fox has the code in his
genes, yes, but we don't know if *he* is the one. Then
again it could be someone else's child so far we have one
hundred families that are possibilities."

"Get OUT!" She yells.

Then the door is open and I am still there looking at the
two of them. I can feel the color draining from my face as
I begin walking away only to sink to the floor. Dimly I can
hear a child's voice, feel the baby-soft skin touching my
forehead gently, soothingly.

"Don't be afraid, little baby...you'll be ok..."

I shake myself out of my little trip down memory lane.

"How much do you know?" I demand

"Not as much as you think, Margaret. I only know that there
were certain markers that they were searching for, you and
I were among the group with the genetic code they were
looking out for...and ultimately our children."

"What about now? Both Fox and Dana are missing."

"I, I didn't know. I am not the monster you think I am,
Margaret, *I* had a child taken from me too and I live with
the guilt every single day of my life."

I look at her with disgust.

"You won't get any sympathy from me. Fox and Dana, NEVER
should have met...it's because of him..."

I'm shocked when she stands, fists clenched when she speaks
anger clouds her voice.

"Don't *YOU* dare come into *my* house and accuse my son.
If your daughter had stayed where she was supposed to, this
never would have happened. I didn't even realize who she
was at first, until I realized they were trying to pair up
the individuals with the code."

"What are you saying? That *they* planned for Fox and Dana
to, to eventually become what...lovers?"

"Yes. I think so..."

Just then someone knocked at the door.

"Excuse me."

I turn back to the mantle tracing Fox's face. I hear an odd
sound and then a thump like a body falling, turning around
I stand face to face with my son and he's got a gun pointed
at me.

"Bill! What on earth?"

"You couldn't just let things alone, could you mom? Why'd
you have to go dredging up the past? Dad and the others
they were doing what is best for the world."

He steps closer to me.

"Bill?"

"I'm sorry mom, I love you, but Tara and Matthew are the
most important people in my life right now...and this is
the only way to protect them." He leans close, whispering
into my ear. "Just so you know, as soon as I find
Dana...she's dead too."

I can feel the gun barrel pressing into my stomach, a
muffled shot and then fire burning it's way through my
body. I won't cry, I won't give my son, my killer the
satisfaction. I slump to the floor holding my hand over the
bleeding wound and as sight leaves me the last thing I see
is Fox Mulder's face from the picture clutched in my hand.

* * * * *

I lean in bathing her face with a cool washcloth, she's
still feverish and I'm no doctor. Actually I'm not much of
anything, anymore, the mere shell of a man who once thought
he was powerful, indispensable and proud. I don't know if
she'll even trust me. I know I wouldn't.

She stirs finally, eyelids fluttering open. I can tell the
moment those piercing blue eyes acknowledge me and then
it's like a wall of ice slides over her gaze becoming sharp
like daggers. If she had a gun right now the man she knows
as CGB Spender would be dead.

"You..." She struggles to sit up.

I gently push her back down.

"Please rest, Agent Scully...I'm not going to hurt you. If
I had wanted to I would have before now. I have things I
need to tell you and Agent Mulder, but I need you to find
him."

"If I knew where he was...he would *be* here."

"You don't understand...he's been gone almost four weeks.
I've spoken to Gibson and he tells me that you and Mulder
have a very special connection. I always knew the two of
you would, but it is heightened even more now, now that you
have become lovers..."

She sits up, pushing me away, standing on unsteady legs she
begin pacing back and forth like a cat in a cage. The door
opens and Gibson and Jeremiah Smith enter.

"How could you two TRUST this man? After what he had done
to you, Gibson?" She spats out, "I don't believe this!"

Gibson moves forward.

"I don't forgive him, Dana. But he knows things, important
things, about your mother, about Agent Mulder."

"What about my mother?"

Gibson looks at me.

"Your mother was shot."

Jeremiah catches her before she falls, supporting her until
she reaches the bed; she looks up at me.

"Who did it?" She asks.

"She's in the hospital now...recovering as is Mrs. Mulder."

"Mrs. Mulder? She was shot too? Who did it? And why?"

"I..."

"Tell me, you smoking SON-OF-A-BITCH!"

"It was your brother, Bill Scully Jr."

"I don't believe you."

"It's the truth."

"The truth...the TRUTH...you wouldn't know the truth if
someone hit you with it...why would my brother shoot our
mother? I mean I can see him wanting to shoot Mulder some
kind of old-fashioned sense of a brothers protection, but
Mulder's mother?"

Suddenly the temperature in the room changes, it seems to
drop to freezing in seconds our breath can be seen. Scully
is shivering, her lips a blue tinge.

"M, M, Mul-der," Her eyes are glazed like she's in a
trance. "H, H, hold on."

Just as quickly the room is normal again, but Scully is
gone. Gibson moves his head around like he's trying to see
where she went.

"I see her...she's at the cave painting..."

We rush down the many tunnels until we see her, the wall
shimmers before we hear the sound of wind coursing through
the tunnel, snow is spitting out from the cave wall. It
looks like milk, cold and white flowing across the rock
wall.

"There's not much time."

She states before stepping into the white void I run up,
hoping to follow, as I step through I hear a whoosh as the
opening seals behind me. I see her in the distance, how'd
she get that far ahead? The wind is blowing, snow and ice
shards are pricking my skin...we're both going to die here,
I can feel my joints stiffening up, but I move on keeping
my eyes on her figure up ahead...

* * * * *
Three weeks earlier:

It's 3:00 a.m. and the phone rings, reaching blindly for
the offending noise I manage to snag the receiver before
the answering machine kicks on. My hand finds the lamp
switch just as I speak.

"Skinner."

"Walter Skinner if you want to help Agents Mulder and
Scully be at the front of your building in ten minutes."

Click.

I don't even have time to process the obviously computer
generated voice I don't have the luxury of thinking the
request through. I decide it's time to choose which side
I'm on. Do I value my own life more than the truth? I once
told Agent Scully that her quest, Mulder's quest should
have been mine...now I'm ready to live up to my statement.

I through on clothes as quickly as I can and am out the
door in record time. I see a van pull up the side door
opens and out steps...shit...

"Please get in Mr. Skinner we don't have much time."

I climb in and the door slides shut looking around I take
notice of the four occupants one Jeffrey Spender and
Mulder's friends, I meet them at the hospital after he went
off to Bermuda.

"What the HELL is going on Spender?"

"Mr. Skinner I know that Alex Krycek has a hold over you,
by infecting you with a Nano Virus he has been controlling
you. I'm hear to help you with Byers, Langley and Frohike's
diligent work we can in effect cure you by infecting you
with another virus."

"He's telling you the truth, Mr. Skinner. Agent's Mulder
and Scully contacted us; Scully provided us with a sample
of your blood, which was full of, for lack of better a
term, microscopic robot viruses. Agent Spender was able to
provide us with an non-programmed version of the virus
which we replicated and programmed to counter-attack
anything the original does." Byers elaborated.

I look to Spender, addressing my next question to him
directly.

"And how were *you* able to collect these robot viruses,
Agent Spender? And where the hell have you been these past
months?"

"Let's just say, I met someone who made a mistake and when
they did I was able to acquire certain helpful devices and
information. I can't reveal anymore to you...the question
is, do you want to fight for the truth and freedom, because
without it the future is very bleak?"

I set my jaw peering out the windows at the traffic before
replying.

"Yes."

An hour later after being injected with the 'cure' I'm
dropped off in front of my apartment with the knowledge
that I will be contacted shortly on how to aid Mulder and
Scully.

* * * *

As the van pulled away I calmly give directions to Langley
who followed them without protest. Arriving at our
destination the three gunmen followed me into the building
like trained dogs.

"You three can relax now...you don't have to keep up those
forms."

Byers, Langley and Frohike each looked at one another like
some unspoken language passed between them before turning
back to me what I saw chilled me to the core.

"Oh Fuck!"

They began to advance on me, black oil swirling in the
depths of their eyes their bodies slowly began
changing...talons ripping through fingertips, human flesh
splitting revealing dark alien skin...

I whirled managing to avoid a swipe from a taloned claw.
Running down the hall I can hear the sound of my pursuers.
Sliding around a corner and into the room beyond I slam the
heavy steel door shut and lock it.

Seeing a control panel on the wall I run over and press two
buttons leaning into the speaker I begin my warning.

"Attention all personnel...WARNING...WARNING...Newborns are
in the facility, I repeat, Newborns are in the facility..."

My attention is drawn to the door where the Newborns
struggle to enter, dents appearing in the metal with each
strike. Louder and louder the sound grew until the lock
gave way, I press myself up against the wall, I knew there
would be no escape.

The three newborns lumbered into the room, each standing
post it seemed finally striding in the doorway like a God
was Alex Krycek and a young woman. The woman drifted toward
the Newborn on the left her hand stroking its malformed
head; the thing almost seemed to purr.

I could feel the sweat pouring off me in rivers. Alex
walked over to me I looked up at him from the floor where I
had landed when my legs failed to support me any longer. He
smiled demonically down at me.

"Hello again, young Spender. It seems we have a bit of a
problem here. You are supposed to be dead."

"It doesn't really matter does it, Alex? I'll be dead
shortly."

"No I guess it doesn't, but I was wondering do you have any
idea where your father might be? If you could help me I
might be able to make your death less painful."

"Who's the girl?"

Krycek motions for the young woman to come over he stands
behind her running his hands up and down her arms before
cupping her breasts, squeezing until she moaned. I turned
my head away in disgust.

"LOOK at her, Jeff!" He commands and I reluctantly comply.

Krycek turns her sideways his hands smoothing over her
stomach.

"Pretty svelte, huh, Jeff? Wouldn't even know she just had
a baby less than two weeks ago would you?"

I nod my head in the negative.

"C'mon Jeff...you're a bright young man. Take a good look
at her."

Krycek pushes her down on the floor and she straddles my
legs, her knees resting alongside my hips. My body hardens
beneath her warmth; she tenderly caresses my face over her
shoulder I see the three Newborns slowly swaying, like
trees in the wind.

"Are you going to tell me where your father is?" Alex asks
again.

I look up at him meeting his gaze with my own.

"Go to hell, Alex."

He smiles.

"Just as well...Samantha, let's go."

"Samantha? No it can't be..." I gasp.

"Yes, Jeff this is Mulder's long lost sister. Samantha,
let's go."

"No." She says before turning and speaking in a tongue I've
never heard before.

The three Newborns move forward grabbing Alex and drag him
struggling from the room. Before I can process everything
Samantha has dragged down my zipper and freed my erection.

She lifts up slightly raising her skirt and then I'm in
her, Mulder's sister Samantha and I are having sex. Luckily
my hands seem to be moving of their own accord and my mouth
follows, baring her breasts sucking the hard nipples.

I grasp her hips pulling her down harder with each of my
upward thrusts she screams out as her climax overtakes her
and drags me along moments later. I'm having trouble
catching my breath my face is buried in her neck, slowly
she tilts my head up and I feel her mouth closing over mine
she kisses me softly.

Sitting back she looks at me strangely and then she speaks.

"Jeffrey...do you know where you father is?"

"No," I tell her.

Her eyes cloud over, darkening suddenly, almost like her
pupils expanded outward filling the entire surface of her
eyes with black. I see her hand raising, changing...I see a
sudden movement, a claw.

And then I can't catch my breath I can vaguely hear a
gurgling sound, I guess it's me my hand is holding my
throat. I can feel the blood seeping through my fingers.

My vision is fading I see Samantha walking away, farther
and farther...

End of part eight.




Legend of Hope (9/11)
Author: Ms AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

One Week Later:

My son Jeffrey is gone, I had believed we were fighting on
the right side the part of me that still is human, the
Cassandra Spender part, feels these pangs of loss, of death
the strongest. When the rebel forces saved me at El Rico I
rejoiced, thinking I could still help my home and my
species.

I was wrong for the most part; the alien colonists my ex-
husband and his group conspired with wanted to rule the
planet. Creating a hybrid was a way of keeping the
syndicate in the dark about the true alien purpose. We were
never meant to be a slave race.

Odd as it may seem there are some earthbound viruses and
bacteria that the aliens have no defense against. By
allowing the humans to have access to pure alien DNA the
aliens were able convince 'us' that a select few would be
saved. In return human DNA was made readily available to
them as well.

They filled up spaceships...hundreds of spaceships, hidden
all over the globe, with our own race. No one knew about
the hidden wells of 'purity' at least no one human; the
unknown quantity in Texas was immediately used in the corn
and bee project as well as being transported to Base one in
Antarctica.

The aliens realizing one of their secret caches of 'purity'
had been unearthed decided to proceed on to their next
step. A slight change in structure and instead of
controlling the human body it used bones, proteins,
everything to create the new life form, the Newborn.

The Newborn while primitive would suit it's purpose as the
perfect killing machine before evolving further into a less
savage version. By using the human body the aliens were in
effect gaining the needed immunities to the earthbound
viruses that they had no defense against.

By saving Agent Scully, Agent Mulder alerted the aliens to
a potential problem...the vaccine. I thought the rebels
were going to help, but they have there own agenda too,
just as we make war on earth for land, they also want the
earth for their own.

Somehow our rebel base and plans have been discovered and I
am now being told to say good-bye to the planet Earth yet
again. I am watching the Earth as we travel away from it
until it is gone from my sight and all I see is the
vastness of space. They tell me we will return after the
one day. It seems the full-scale battle that was being
waged in space has a winner.

It's not the rebels.

It's not the colonists.

Whatever or whomever it is coming...to Earth.

* * * * *

White...cold...

I feel frozen.

Tickling, brushing against my chest is warmth that I
eagerly seek out. Opening my eyes I'm assaulted by a
vision...a vision that heats my heart, my body and my soul.
Scully...

She is trailing her small hands up and down my body. She is
naked. I am naked. We are skin to skin...heart to
heart...soul to soul. She leans down kissing me melting my
frozen flesh until I can meet her touch for touch. I
greedily suck her tongue into my mouth, my hands roaming up
and down her hips my thumbs moving in opening her with each
pass, caressing her engorged clitoris.

I can feel her center against my stomach her arousal
dampening my skin. She is so wet...I free my mouth, raising
my head I eagerly latch on to one pink nipple causing her
to rock back. My erection bumps against her buttocks, my
other hand squeezes her breast as I slip my free hand
between her legs my finger penetrating eliciting a gasp.

"Mulder..."

I pull my lips from her nipple breaking the suction causing
her to moan aloud as a climax washes over her. I lift her
hips and begin the long sweet slide into her body; it feels
like coming home.

"God...Scully..." I pant.

Her muscles are still contracting from her orgasm, it's all
I can do to hold back and not follow her into oblivion.
Holding on to her tightly I roll her until she is on her
back, grasping her hips holding them high I begin thrusting
in slow, long strokes.

"Please...Mulder...please..." She pleads her fingers
rolling her nipples causing *me* to moan. *Jesus* is that
erotic.

"Scully..."

I place her hips down, shoving her hand away from her right
breast I dip my head drawing that hard peak back into my
mouth. Scully arches beneath me at the sensation,
unconsciously causing my thrust to deepen forcing a scream
from her throat.

"Oh GOD! Mulder..."

My arms wrap around her holding her silky skin as close to
me as possible quickening my pace slamming into her over
and over. Scully tightens her legs around me her own hips
rising meeting me harder and harder. I swear I can hear her
heart pounding feel it pulsing beneath my lips as I suck at
her nipple.

Scully grabs my hair, tugging until I release her nipple
reluctantly. We seek each other's lips hungrily, dimly I
wonder if the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing back
and forth across my chest is as stimulating for her as it
is for me.

I can feel her body tightening around me I want to push her
over the edge, watch her. Tearing my mouth away from her I
attack her left nipple this time, drawing it in deeply my
cheeks hollowing with the force of my suction.

I draw my hips back thrusting in angling up and release her
nipple from my mouth simultaneously. It's like an explosion
her muscles clamping down on my cock over and over. A
scream was ripped from her throat at that very moment, it's
intensity shattering my control I follow her into space,
stars exploding behind my eyes.

"Scully," I say, nuzzling into her neck, breathing her in.

She is stroking my back the getting softer and softer until
it's like a ghost sensation causing a chill within my body.
Opening my eyes I realize she's not there she's looking
down at me with tears in her eyes. Then she turns and
starts walking away.

"Scully...don't go...Scully...I..."

She doesn't turn despair washes over me and with it the
chilling numbness of loss. The coldness seeps around me and
through me until I am again frozen and helpless.

Closing my eyes against the whiteness overtaking me I
succumb to its spell until I am again paralyzed with
hopelessness...

My last thought is of Scully and my great need, my need for
her...

* * * * *

It's feels like I've been following the figure of Agent
Scully for miles, long cold miles. I'm not as young as I
used to be and my joints feel stiff, my feet feel
frostbitten as I continue on slowly.

Up ahead I see a flash of color, yellow I think. Somehow I
manage to increase my speed and I am panting when I finally
catch up. Climbing into the cab I hear Mulder mumbling and
I have to strain to hear.

"I need you...please don't go...Scully...need you...love
you..."

She is cradling his head in her lap and stroking his hair,
shutting the door I reach down pressing the button for the
reserve tank and start the engine bringing heat quickly
back into the cabin.

My mouth drops when I see the infant in Agent Mulder's
arms. Scully takes the child in her arms I see a single
tear fall from her eyes it lands upon the baby's cheek. She
begins rocking back and forth; I feel dizzy suddenly and
close my eyes.

When I open them we are back in the caves, Agent Scully is
handing the infant to Jeremiah; Agent Mulder is being
wheeled down the tunnel. I step forward placing my hand on
her shoulder.

She whirls smacking my hand away, blue eyes flashing with
anger.

"Listen to me, you smoking bastard, CGB or whatever you're
going by today stay the HELL away from ME and MULDER!
Everyone else around here might think you've had a change
of heart, but *I* don't TRUST you."

She starts to walk away and my voice stops her.

"Agent Scully...please, I know saying I'm sorry will never
make up for everything that has happened to you and
Mulder...But I *am* sorry. I'm no longer the man you once
thought I was...after El Rico I was ordered to kill *my*
son, Jeffrey."

She hasn't turned around to face me, but she hasn't walked
away either so I continue on.

"I was down in the basement...*in* the X Files office. I
had the gun pointed at him, but I didn't do it...no matter
how much he disappointed me...I couldn't kill my own son. I
shot him in the arm told him to leave and never return."

Dana Scully finally pivots and faces me.

"He didn't listen Agent Scully. He chose to fight behind
the scenes, I had unwittingly given him access to certain
information. Jeffrey was becoming Agent Mulder...he
contacted the rebels found out his mother was still alive."

"Our organization suffered a severe blow at El Rico it
forced many of our allegiances into question especially
Alex Krycek. I should have killed Jeffrey myself it would
have been better, more humane. I found him three weeks
ago..."

"How did he die?" She questions softly.

"His throat was ripped open...I watched the camera footage
the rebel base was attacked by Krycek, his army of Bounty
Hunters and gestated aliens...but Jeffrey wasn't killed by
any of those."

I take a deep breath and continue.

"Jeffrey was killed by Samantha."

"I don't believe you. You sick Son-of-a-Bitch."

"It was the real Samantha, but they changed her, the aliens
did something to her. Agent Scully she is no longer
human...her hand mutated into a claw with long talons and
she took one swipe at him. He died fighting for the future.
I don't want my son to have died in vain let me help...now,
please."

She looked at me licking her lips before speaking.

"Look...I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sorry that Jeffrey is
dead. He spoke up for Agent Mulder and I; he helped us get
the X Files back. You have my sympathy but, I can not and
will *never* trust you."

She turned and walked away. I am left standing with only my
thoughts.

* * * * *

I'm lying here next to Mulder well not exactly lying I'm
just about ready to climb on top of him. I've been
caressing and kissing him for hours now warming him up with
my own body. Even deeply asleep his natural response is
very active I had just barely twined my legs around his
when I felt his penis twitching against me.

Rising up on my knees I sink slowly onto him, bending at
the waist I kiss him licking his lips gently. Kissing his
eyelids then his nose I begin to whisper in his ear
alternately with pulling his lobe into my mouth, my breath
warm and soft.

"Come back to me Mulder...I need you...love you..."

I sit up rocking my hips languidly, feeling his thick and
long penis stretching me...filling me. The sensation is too
much I drop my head back my hands bracing myself on his
calves hitting places I didn't know existed in me.

I feel his hands tentative almost sliding up my each of my
thigh's, thumbs spreading my folds apart. I let out a
whimper when he begins rolling my throbbing clitoris
between his thumb and forefinger. My hips begin circling
until *I* am spinning out of control, but Mulder doesn't
let up he keep rubbing and tugging until I cry out his name
with my second climax.

I feel the world turning, Mulder withdrawing I instantly
miss him in me. I know I'm begging, begging him to fill me
again as I lie face down on the bed. Granting my wish
Mulder pulls me back his erection seeking me out without
fail, I push back as he pulls back.

He's grunting now and chanting my name like a mantra, I
feel his testicles slapping my buttocks with each inward
thrust. Mulder is gripping my hips so tightly I'll probably
have bruises in the morning, but I don't care. His thrusts
are getting more frenzied and I am forced to my elbows my
head dropping to the bed.

My whole body is shuddering with the onslaught of passion
of the emotions being released...because of our love.

"GOD...I love you MULDER!" I scream out as I reach another
climax.

Mulder follows my with one hard stroke and we both collapse
his weight presses me into the mattress, his nose nuzzles
my neck his breath tickling my skin. His hands slide down
my arms until he reaches my hands and he twines his fingers
with mine.

I yawn and he starts to roll off me, I can feel his penis
still semi-hard within me and I stop him with my voice.

"Don't Mulder...stay in me..."

"I'm crushing you, Scully." He replies.

"No...I feel good...*you* feel good...I'm holding you
Mulder...my body is holding you..."

"God, Scully..." He starts, his voice cracking. "I love
you..."

"I know."

He settles back down and we both sleep.

* * * * *

I slipped out of bed without Mulder knowing, quickly throw
on a robe and head to the lab, Jeremiah is there with
Gibson and one of the Samantha clones.

"Did you run the tests?" I asked.

"Yes," she replies handing me the results.

I open the folder scanning the contents efficiently finding
what I needed to know I close the cover and hand it back.

"Mulder and I need some time alone...Mulder especially.
Please leave us alone for today."

They all nod and I make my way back to the room.

* * * * *

When I enter the room Mulder is sobbing I rush to him
pulling his upper body against mine. I kiss his forehead
before resting my chin on his head; I stroke my hands up
and down his chest calming him.

"Katherine, Scully, where is Katherine? Where is our
daughter?"

Keeping my voice soft I answer.

"Mulder...it's not your fault. You tried, but it was just
too cold..."

He spins in my arms burying his head in my stomach. His
hands untie the sash on my robe and I shrug it off my
shoulders.

"I KILLED her, Scully! I'm SORRY, I'm SORRY...I didn't mean
too...please forgive me Scully..." he sobs against me.

"No Mulder...it's ok...shh..." I whisper.

He presses his lips against me, arms wrapping around my
waist; tears are soaking my stomach. I am trying to ignore
the flames of arousal that are shooting through me as the
feel of Mulder's breath reaches the apex of my thighs. I
gasp as he kisses me open mouthed just below my navel,
before resting his ear against the same place.

"I killed them all, Scully...I can't even give you a child,
Scully. God, I am so sorry...I stole our child, our
baby...Katherine...I only held her for a day...I killed all
your chances, Scully..."

I want to console him...I haven't even told him about
Emily...now we have that experience uniting us too...we
both have held daughters in our arms as they passed away. I
can't tell him about Emily yet, I can't add to his guilt,
to his sorrow, not now, maybe not ever.

My thoughts leave me as my body responds to Mulder, while I
was thinking he moved me onto my back and his head is now
between my legs. His tongue is stroking me, lips suckling
me and I let myself go. We took our time exploring each
other's bodies over and over.

I knew we couldn't erase the sorrow, the pain of everything
we had been through. We couldn't bring back either Emily or
Katherine...or Melissa, or Mulder's father...we can't do
anything about the future and I want to spend whatever time
we have left together.

Hours later I again slipped out of bed.

Making my way down the tunnel I found him gazing at the
cave paintings. I confronted him told him what I wanted.

"But...there will be no one to protect the two of you." He
states.

"I don't care, I am through being used it's time to make my
own choices for Mulder to make his own. If you have really
changed this is the only way you can prove it to me."

He sighed and nodded effectively sealing the fate *I* was
choosing for the two of us...Mulder and I.

* * * * *

Choice, Scully's choice and our fate I guess she had
followed me for so long she finally decided it was time for
us to set our own fate...our own future. I still have
trouble reconciling the fact that she trusted CGB Spender
enough to enlist him in our escape.

Even after seven months I'm still not sure which race or
group we were with at that time. So we have been moving
from town to town trying to stay just one step ahead of
Alex Krycek, the new syndicate, rebel aliens and the human,
rebel, clone, hybrid whatever group that Gibson seemed to
lead.

I see Scully walking up the beach towards me the wind from
the sea whipping her red-golden hair around, her long dress
twisting about her legs. She stops waving at me before
returning her attention to the water, gazing out as her
hands caress her rounded stomach.

You see we have to keep moving there is more at stake now
than there ever was before...

Somehow we, Scully and I, have been blessed by a miracle.

A miracle that neither of us thought was possible; she
thanks God and in my own private moments I thank a higher
power myself. I don't know if I can believe like Scully
does, but I do know there is something stronger and more
powerful at work here.

Something more powerful than either of us alone, but
together we have each other I have her heart and she has
mine. When we are apart our I know our souls will always
find each other, together though we have love and I have to
believe that is our strength and our love is what will bind
us together forever.

Smiling I step off the porch heading to my family, Scully
hears me and turns. I'm halfway toward her when I feel the
shock wave and hear Scully shouting my name even over the
explosion as I end up face down in the sand.

"MULDER!"

Shaking my head as I lift it from the sand, I realize
Scully is kneeling next to me, rubbing my back and calling
my name.

"Mulder? Mulder, please get up...please..."

Standing up a little shakily I help her up hugging her to
me I jump back with the strong kick I receive courtesy of
our unborn child. Looking back to the house my face goes
white I see vehicles approaching up the road. Scully points
to the sky and I follow the path her finger
shows...JESUS...

I sweep Scully into my arms and head off down the beach
running as fast as I can yet being careful not to slip. We
were careless they've never been this close before, I
thought we were being so careful.

"Mulder! Put me down." Scully yells.

I'm panting and my legs are almost ready to give out, but I
would go until I dropped just like a horse. I have to make
it to the rocks.

"DAMMIT! Mulder!"

She gives me the look and I stop placing her feet back on
the sand, she puts one arm under her abdomen using the
other to guide her along the rock face into the cave we
found before. Ducking inside we make our way back into one
of the many tunnels.

I think we made it before any of the entourage spotted
us...let's hope that alien ship doesn't have x-ray vision.
We end up back at another drawing on the cave wall,
whatever ability Scully seemed to possess before doesn't
work anymore so we won't be able to walk into the drawing
and hide.

I'm not sure how long I've been pacing Scully's voice
brings me out of my thoughts. She's sitting on the sleeping
bags we stored in here.

"Mulder you've been pacing for the last four hours come sit
down...please...I need you to..."

She trails off and I know what's she wants, smiling I sit
behind her and begin massaging her lower back. She groans
in appreciation I continue for a few minutes until she
leans back against me her ass is pressed into my groin and
I feel myself harden. I can almost see the grin spreading
across her face knowing the effect she has on me.

Wrapping my arms around her my hands splay out over her
roundness caressing the way she showed me, tiny circles,
I'm enjoying this immensely even though I know the danger
we are in at the moment.

Then I hear *it*...feel *it* the hitch in Scully's
breathing and the rippling effect under my fingers. It
startles me so much I jerk my hands away from her body.

"What...was that?"

I'm met with silence.

"Scully?"

I tilt her head up looking into her eyes one hand has moved
back to her stomach and I feel it again, it's like her
stomach is soft and pliable and then it's tight and firm.
With that she lets out a moan...not a moan of pleasure, but
one of pain...then I know.

"OH God, Scully...when, when did they start?"

"You're not going to like it Mulder."

"Tell me."

She looks at my watch.

"Well it's 10:00 p.m. now...I noticed my first contraction
at noon, but as I moved around the house I thought it was
just false labor...I had a few more and that's why I went
for the walk...I was just coming back to tell
you...when..."

I bend down and kiss her lips just as another pain rips
through her.

"You're going to have to deliver this baby, Mulder...we
can't risk leaving this section of the cave."

"But, but...I..."

She reaches up and kisses me, stroking the back of my cheek
with her hand reassuring me of her confidence in me. She
puts my hands back on her our unborn child and we both
caress the life inside of her.

* * * * *

The next few hours drag by for me as Scully progressed into
hard labor we walked we talked we breathed together I
massaged her back and her stomach. I wiped the sweat
forming on her brow, I even brought her to a climax with my
fingers when she said the release might enable her to sleep
for an hour or so, luckily it did.

Now though she can't walk anymore and my hands do little
good in relieving the pressure in her back I keep trying.
Then she tells me I have to check her for dilation she
screams out with pain if I'm doing this right she's almost
fully dilated and I tell her.

"Mulder...I'm going to have to push..."

I nod.

"I'm scared, Scully..."

"So am I Mulder, but..." she groans out.

I grab the nearby towels and then I hear it...very faint,
but unmistakable...footsteps. I don't even think I take
Scully in my arms trying to shield her with my body.

"Shut your eyes, Scully. Someone's coming."

However our child has other ideas he or she cannot wait to
get out.

"MULDER! The BABY! It's time." She screams out.

I move back down ready to catch my child even though I hear
the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer...

End of part nine.


Legend of Hope (10/11)
Author: Ms. AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

My head snaps around as I hear a familiar voice.

"Agent Mulder!"

Walter Skinner says, approaching me, over his shoulder I
see Byers, Langley and Frohike and no one else. I let out a
breath I wasn't even aware I was holding. Skinner kneels
beside me shoving me out of his way Langley and Frohike
turn around standing guard presumably as Byers grabs some
towels and joins Skinner.

"Agent Mulder," Skinner snaps. "Why don't you get up there
behind Agent Scully and help out here."

His statement snaps me out of my paralysis I crawl up
behind Scully letting her rest against my chest my arms go
around her and we join hands. Her whole body is shaking and
I bend my lips near her ear I can only think of one thing
to say right now.

"God, Scully...I love you."

She nods her head and clenches my hands even tighter.

"Ok, Scully you're going to have to push with the next
contraction."

I find my voice to ask Skinner a question even though the
point is pretty much moot at this stage of the game.

"Sir? Have you ever done this before?"

Skinner looks up and smiles tentatively.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have. Twice in Vietnam...if you
would like to trade places with me..."

"NO!" I blurt out. "Twice is twice more than *I* ever
have."

Even in the pain she is in my Scully manages to chuckle,
but it's cut short as a powerful contraction rips through
her.

"It hurts, Mulder." She groans out.

"I know...hold on to me, baby." I reply.

"Push...Agent Scully...you can do it." Skinner directs. "I
see the head! You're doing just fine...a little more."

Supporting her as much as I can Scully strains and moans
with the effort of driving our child out into the world.
I'm chanting a silent prayer to a God I haven't had faith
in since Samantha was taken. My mind comes back to the
scene at hand with Skinners next words.

"Ok, ok...don't push...here comes the
shoulders...ok...let's get the rest of this baby out...one
more push."

Scully had relaxed as much as possible with his
instructions her powers of concentration are astounding me
as she tenses again and gives the final push necessary.
Scully exhales and collapses back onto my chest.

"Mulder?" Scully whispers.

I can make see Skinner using the various tools Scully had
placed inside the cave for just such and emergency.
Scully's hands tighten around mine...we haven't heard a
cry.

"Mulder? The baby?" Scully questions.

Skinner looks at us smiling.

"It's ok Agents...you have daughter."

Byers' swaddles the infant before placing the bundle in
Scully's arms. Tears well up in my eyes as I gaze down upon
our child, who is *sleeping* I gently stroke her soft
cheek, this seems to wake her up her mouth opening,
searching for something *I* can't give her.

"Mulder? Help me."

"What? Scully...oh."

Man do I feel dense gently I unbutton the bodice of
Scully's dress moving the material off her breast. Our
daughter zeroes in with an uncanny aim and latches onto
Scully's nipple suckling eagerly.

Scully gasps before muttering.

"Like father like daughter."

Only a few minutes pass until I feel Scully tense up I can
see her stomach heaving once again...what the?

Skinner looks up wide-eyed and Byers looks speechless.

"Agent Scully? I'm going to need you to push again..."

Scully nods, I know her strength is fading fast, she barely
moves concentrating on just her lower muscles...Skinner
delivers the second child who makes *his* presence
known...very loudly.

Byers' swaddles the baby and places him within Scully's
unoccupied arm. Our son quiets almost immediately. Skinner
gently massages Scully's abdomen delivering both
afterbirths before standing and speaking.

"Agents, we don't have much time...we need to get you out
of here as soon as possible." He turns and walks away
giving us a few precious moments alone with our new son and
daughter.

We both nod. I see our son is also trying to find some
sustenance, but only succeeding in getting a mouthful of
material. Smiling I bare Scullys other breast lifting it
slightly, some small demon takes over me and I gently roll
the nub between my fingers. Eliciting a small moan from
Scully.

I've always heard that a woman's breasts are extremely
sensitive and that breast-feeding can be a very erotic
experience, now I know.

"Mulder." Scully hisses softly.

Putting my hand behind the babies back I help roll him
toward Scully more even so it takes him a little while to
adapt himself to having Scully's nipple in his mouth. Soon
though he is suckling as strongly as his sister did. I
can't help, but comment.

"Gee I know how you feel kid...but it took me six years to
be able to have it almost anytime I want it."

Scully has tilted her head back and sideways. I know if she
didn't have her arms full at this very moment, she'd most
likely elbow me in the ribs. Her eyes are dancing and I
capture her mouth with mine trying to put all the emotions
that are pouring from every cell of my body into that one
kiss.

Even though Scully has just given birth just this contact
alone brings back my erection full force, talk about
rampaging hormones. I pull back looking into her eyes she
knows exactly what she's doing as she shimmies against me
slightly.

"Scully!" I hiss.

My body doesn't seem to be listening to my mind as she
moves against me one more time and I have to drop my mouth
to her shoulder to keep from crying out with the force of
my orgasm. I trail my lips up her neck and gently draw her
earlobe into my mouth before whispering.

"I love you, so much, Scully."

She turns her head and captures my mouth this time before
murmuring against my lips softly.

"Yes Mulder, I do know how much...as much as I love you."

Our moment of tranquility is shattered when Skinner and the
Lone Gunman reappear suddenly.

"Mulder, Scully...there's no way out of here. I just saw
Alex Krycek and several men are with him." Skinner states.

"Byers, Frohike come here." Scully calls out when he
responds she hands each of them one of our children and I
help her to stand as she buttons her dress back up.

"Scully? You can't be..." I protest.

"Mulder we have to figure out a way to get out of here."
She replies her tone implying no argument.

Byers and Frohike hand the babies back to Scully just as
Krycek and his cohorts round the corner. Time seems to slow
as I see the primitive aliens coming behind him there must
be fifty of them...shit.

"Mulder...I have a gift for you." Alex grins demonically.

My confusion must show because in that instant I see the
aliens part like the Red Sea and then I see her. She walks
through the opening and in that instance I know without a
shadow of a doubt it's my sister...

It's my sister Samantha she doesn't look anything like the
clone I was tricked with a few years ago. Her hair is the
same color as mine and her eyes...hazel like mine. She's
tall and graceful not the gawky little sister I remember.

I step towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Fox," she says.

I stop when I feel something like a wave pass over me; my
vision swims for a moment and when I look around the walls
have turned into liquid.
Black...oily...moving with a life of it's own.

I glance back at Scully and I see the twins are holding
hands I don't know how I can't explain it, but they are and
there is a glow surrounding them and their mother it's
almost magical.

I hear a small timid voice in my head.

"Look now father...see your true sister, see what she is."

I look back and Samantha has changed her hands have become
claws with razor sharp talons, her body lizard like and her
head malformed with soulless eyes. I blink once and she
returns to her human shape. The voice returns to my head.

"Your real sister has been gone for a long time, this
creature is what she has become...we are sorry, father."

I walk up and embrace Samantha tears sting at the corners
of my eyes.

"Fox," she says her arms sweeping up and down my back.

She manages to claw my back even when she falls and starts
dissolving into a puddle of green goo, I stumble back the
point of the metal pick still ejected from it's case. I can
feel the blood seeping out from the gashes making me
nauseous and dizzy.

The world spins I hear screeching and yelling...gunshots or
electrical blasts of some sort. Frohike and Langley are
supporting me as we step into the cave wall the blackness
surrounds and overtakes me...

* * * * *

Mulder has been unconscious for three months now, I know
Scully is getting worried that the injury he received in
the cave could be the reason even though it has long since
healed. We can't risk capture therefore we don't have
access to the necessary equipment she needs to check out
his condition thoroughly. The Lone Gunman and I have been
taking shifts keeping a watchful eye out for any intruders.

After we escaped from the cave a lot of things happened all
over the world there have been sightings of UFO's and
unfortunately swarms of bees. I shudder when I remember the
hospital full of children a few years ago.

We have been on the move constantly for the last three
days...the world as we know it *is* coming to an end.
Millions are dying both from the virus and being attacked
by the aliens. Who would have ever thought Alex Krycek was
working his own agenda all along.

Right now we are in Colorado hiding out in the mountains,
Walter Skinner former AD of the FBI is now a fugitive from
the law and enslavement by an alien force.

One day after the cave incident we were ambushed by a group
led by Scully's brother seems he'd been working all along
with the syndicate and only recently by Alex Krycek. He
told us that Diana Fowley had also been involved and she
was being used as an alien host even as we spoke. I really
don't think it would bother Mulder in the slightest.

I can attest firsthand to the savage instinct within a
female to protect her young and her mate. Scully slit her
brother's throat without a moment's hesitation.

I don't know where she had the knife hide, but he demanded
that she come to him or he would kill Mulder first and then
her children. I can remember Scully walking right up to
him. He looked up and down her body like some pervert even
commenting on how 'fuckable' she was now with her fuller
hips and tits not that her clone wasn't whatever the hell
he meant by that.

Bill Scully laughed at his sister, mocking her for trusting
him he was just raising the gun ready to fire at Mulder's
head when I saw her hand arc and the next Bill Scully was
lying in a puddle of blood. That image will stay with me
forever, she had cut almost halfway through his neck and
then she calmly spoke.

"Someone get this piece of shit away from *my* family."

It was surreal almost the men or clones or whatever that
had accompanied him picked him up and left. It was like
without their leader they had no free will all they could
do was follow orders and Scully had in effect replaced her
brother in their eyes.

I shake my head to clear the images away when I feel
Scully's warm hand close upon my shoulder. I smile down at
her as I rise from the chair I hope Mulder wakes up soon I
think quietly shutting the door on my way out of the room.

* * * * *

I crawl into bed beside Mulder hoping my presence will help
him to wake up it's been three long months and I need my
lover to hold me and comfort me. Strange how not so long
ago I wouldn't have asked for his help seeing it as some
kind of weakness on my part.

I don't feel that way anymore. I angrily brush the tears
falling from my eyes away...Mulder doesn't even know our
children's names. We didn't talk about baby names during my
pregnancy because I think we both knew how big a miracle it
was and we didn't want to jinx anything.

The only name I remember him even mentioning was Danielle
and that was in his sleep, but I thought it was beautiful
and our daughter became in my eyes Danielle Katherine
Mulder.

Naming our son was a little more difficult neither of us
expected a boy, I remember from the beginning Mulder kept
referring to his little girl not that he wouldn't love a
son. He just had a feeling about it and so did I. Of course
if I had been able to actually get prenatal care I might
have know I was expecting twins.

I am just grateful they are both healthy. I knew how Mulder
had felt about his sister when she was a child so it seemed
fitting that I help to preserve *that* memory somehow and
that's how Samuel William Mulder came by his name.

I know we aren't married, but I am old-fashioned in that
respect I might believe in women's rights and all that, but
I always knew the day I got married I would no longer be
Dana Scully. I wouldn't hyphenate my name like so many
other women and I certainly won't inflict that upon my
children. Their father *is* Fox William Mulder and that is
their last name, whether Mulder and I are married or not.

Yawning I snuggle down beside Mulder molding my body as
close to him as I can before falling into a light sleep.
Dreams assault me keeping me from deep sleep at first, but
the feel of Mulder beside me soon banishes the demons and I
sleep.

* * * * *

Sometime during the night I am awakened by the whisper soft
movements of Mulder's lips across my skin, closing around
my nipple sucking, I laugh to myself I can feel him
swallowing the milk he's drawing out. His fingers have been
forging their own path one teasing my other breast the
other sliding between my legs.

Two fingers part my folds searching and finding my clitoris
I swear I can the throbbing intensify as Mulder rolls it
between his thumb and finger. He releases my nipple and
nibbles his way over to it's sister the cool air hitting
the wetness he left behind and causing an overload of
sensation I feel the ripples of orgasm washing through me.

It doesn't take me long to realize Mulder is worshipping me
tonight as something more than his lover...tonight I am the
mother of his children, another link to add to the bond we
have forged.

My emotions are in a tailspin as Mulder makes his way down
until his face is poised at my entrance I am overwhelmed
when his tongue and lips begin to dance over my pink and
swollen flesh. It seems like I have barely come down from
one peak until I'm at the apex of another I have *never*
felt like this before.

Time seems to slow to a crawl and I hear myself begging
pleading with him to stop, tears are streaming down my face
from the over load of pleasure. I pull him up my body
fastening my lips to his, I tilt my pelvis up as I wrap my
legs around him and without any hesitancy I pull his hips
down driving his hard length deep into me.

Our rhythm is fast and furious yet fluid, we crash together
like the ocean waves lapping at the sand neither one giving
up. I follow him just as the sand tries to follow the sea
and yet he pushes against me driving deeper with each
thrust.

"Scully..." Mulder begins moaning out my name over and
over.

I feel him tensing ready to fill me with his essence and as
he slams into me one last time I shatter along with him, my
whole body feels like it's pulsing. Every muscle in my body
quivering, contracting I know I screamed at some point the
intensity overtaking me.

My brain is foggy, but I can feel Mulder licking around my
breasts. I know orgasm can bring on the milk ejection
response, but I never really thought about it before. I
giggle softly...thank goodness Mulder is cleaning me up.

Mulder stretches out finally and pulls me against him, my
head resting over his heart listening to the beats as they
slow from our lovemaking. I'm feeling very strange, I
wonder if Mulder senses it too.

"Scully?"

"Hmm..."

"Scully do you feel...different."

I raise my head looking into his eyes and I see love, but I
also see pain and sorrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't explain it, but I...Scully we will be like
this...together, always...there is no going back...right?"

I kiss his lips gently.

"Mulder, somehow the memories of our first night together
were stolen from me...I don't ever want that to happen
again."

"I don't either, Scully...shh...go to sleep." He gently
orders.

In moments I'm asleep.

End of part ten.




Legend of Hope (11/11)
Author: Ms. AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

Our peaceful night is broken when Skinner bursts in the
room.

"Mulder, Scully we have to get out of here...there is a
ship."

Scully and I jump out of bed both of us throwing on clothes
as Skinner terrified continues.

"It's huge...I've never seen anything so big in my life. It
seems no one knows where the ship is from...Frohike found
out it isn't one of Krycek's and Langley found out it isn't
one of the rebel ships either. We think it's another race
of aliens."

I look over at Scully do I really want to take the time and
find out how everyone came by this information. No the most
important thing is getting Scully and the twins out of
here. I turn to Scully.

"Scully let's go get the twins...now."

We both run into the next room each of us grabbing a
sleeping infant, then follow Skinner through the building
we are in. Due to the fact I've been unconscious for a
while I have to rely on him for directions.
Somewhere along the way we have picked up the Gunmen just
as we round a corner a blast almost makes me fall.

A hole in the wall fills with the primitive aliens one
Marita Covarrubias and Alex Krycek. Turning around, we
follow Skinner to another exit and out into an open
field...fuck...there is no place to hide as a shadow blocks
out the sun. Looking up I see a spaceship three times as
large as the one from Antarctica it's Scully's intake of
breath that causes me to stop looking at the ship.

We are surrounded by aliens, the primitive ones, the small
grays, the alien bounty hunters and the faceless rebels I
would guess about ten thousand strong. I put my arm around
Scully I can feel her shaking.

With both stumble as a bolt of energy hits the building we
were in and sends it collapsing down around who or whatever
was still in there. Scully is sitting on the ground rocking
back and forth I place the baby in her other arm and sit
behind her I encompass my whole life within my arms, my
lover, my children...my reason for living.

Gently I kiss Scully's lips when she offers them to me and
we wait for the end I can hear the footsteps of the mass as
they move closer. In the next instant I feel like a burst
of power flows through me or around me I can't explain it.

Looking around I see the mass has frozen in it's tracks not
a single body is moving save for Scully and I even Skinner
and the Gunmen are paralyzed. Several small beams of light
hit the ground from the spaceship over our heads.

Looking around we are surrounded yet again.

But I am not afraid...anymore.

I get up and follow the alien its form seems to be a
smaller version of the grays, yet they glow with a light
like they are made of energy. It takes my hand and we
ascend into the spaceship I look up forgetting about Scully
and my children...almost like they don't exist.

* * * * *

I watch, as Mulder is lead away and up into the ship. Three
of the beings come toward me they are ethereal looking yet
are in human form with robes of white and gossamer wings.

"Angels," I gasp.

When they speak to me I know they are in my head their
speech *is* thought I hand my children over to them without
any reservation.

"Not exactly Mother Dana, come with us and we will try to
explain."

I feel my feet leaving the ground. As their wings spread
and we soar up into the sky, the wind blows through my
hair, yet I am not afraid as we enter the strange ship in
the sky. Walking around I see many other 'angels' and I see
Gibson and Jeremiah.

"Hello Mother Dana." They both speak in unison.

I'm so confused my head is swimming until they begin to
speak a thousand tiny voices forming into one.

"We are the Guardians of the Future and you have given us
what we have searched for across the universe, hope...Your
children Danielle and Samuel are the fulfillment of a
prophecy. They are proof that love can overcome all
obstacles. That strength comes from joining together. That
trust can build even in the face of deception and the heart
holds the most powerful gift of all...love. With love comes
hope and with hope comes the possibility of changing ones
destiny."

"I, I don't understand."

"The future is not a set thing every time you make a choice
in your life it alters the future, your fate. Your union
with Father Mulder was predestined, but that destiny was
altered by the ignorance of other races. Yet you both were
able to give hope to the future in the form of the twins."

"Hope is a powerful force we will guard Danielle and Samuel
as we have all the others that have came before them. We
will teach them to use their power for love and peace not
destruction."

My eyes are suddenly brimming with tears.

"What are you saying? That I must let you take my
children...that I will have nothing?"

One of the 'angels' comes closer to me laying its hands
upon my shoulders and I feel a peace come over me, as I
understand.

"I won't remember any of this, will I?"

"No, you have fulfilled one possible future now you and
Father Mulder must go back and complete your next journey."

"How far back?"

"We are unsure when we leave this planet the force made by
the engines on this ship will cause time to reverse. Some
things may change and some things may stay the same."

"Why am I seeing you as angels? Will Mulder and I still be
lovers?"

"You are seeing us as angels because that is what your mind
truly wants to see. Father Mulder will see visitors from
space because that is what he wants to see...I do not know
if you will be lovers in a physical sense, but there is
always going to be love between you."

"How long will we have before this time warp activates?"

"The two of you will have two hours...the two of you are
linked throughout all possible histories and futures,
interwoven so tightly that nothing will ever totally defeat
your bond...unless hope is lost."

I nod my head...hope. I came very close to losing it many
times as has Mulder yet one of us always seems to renew the
others faith the two of us are the eternal
battle...unstoppable force vs. immovable object. There
can't be one without the other.

In my head I hear them say it's time. I can't stop the
tears as I hold and kiss my precious hopes one last time I
am given a little time to feed both of them and when I'm
through the emptiness in my breasts consume me. My heart,
which was so full earlier is now hollow, all I have left is
two hours with Mulder and then even that will be gone.

I turn away, close my eyes and when I open them I am
standing back in the field. Mulder is there; we walk
towards each other embracing and sinking to the ground our
sobs echoing in the air. Our tears flow and land on the
earth below us.

Both of us see Alex Krycek and someone with blonde hair
crawling from the rubble of the building. We pay no heed.
We shed our clothing and join together soul to soul, heart
to heart and flesh to flesh knowing that this may be our
last time.

I feel pain each time Mulder thrusts inside me, driving me
against the hard cold ground of the earth. We are building
to the crescendo just as the engines on the ship are
igniting getting louder and louder.

We both scream in unison.

"Mulder! I love you!"

"Scully! I love you!"

The engine ignites...

Heat...

Light...

The future closes...

Epilogue One:

This is what I consider a real XF style ending.
In other words a CC 'mindfuck' LOL.

A flash of light and the car rolls to a stop. The rain
pelts down beating the car with its fury.

"What happened?"

He says something about losing power. Then losing nine
minutes before hopping out of the car. Like an idiot I
follow and proceed to get soaking wet as he points out the
orange X he painted on the road earlier. I argue that time
just can't disappear.

He is excited like he just discovered the greatest thing in
the world and even though I'm wet I must admit Agent Mulder
is not boring his enthusiasm is contagious. The engine and
headlights are suddenly back on and I shake my head before
jogging back to the car.

First case and he already has my complete attention I'm not
sure exactly how our partnership is going to progress, but
I think I'm in for an interesting journey.

Who knows we might even become friends...

Epilogue Two:

This is an ending in trying to keep with the sixth season
universe.


I knew she was there. I called out her name as I looked up
into the camera in my padded cell. I'm not crazy. I heard
Diana and Skinner, please, please don't believe them
Scully.

Then the doctor telling you I was violent. Damn right I was
violent I was assaulted with images and thoughts I just
didn't want to believe, how foolish of me to trust without
question relying on past memories alone. I would never hurt
you, Scully; you have to know that.

My heart did a dance when I heard your thoughts clear as
day.

<NOT to *me*.>

Jesus Scully, I wish you could know that your thoughts are
the only ones that *don't* cause me pain. I hear you when
you're focused on me like now I feel calmer just knowing
you're here, I can feel the gentleness, the concern...and
something else you are having trouble describing reaching
out toward me.

Suddenly my head explodes with the tone of your thoughts
the words are echoing in my head. I know your anger.

<You're *both* liars.>

Liars, liars...betrayal repeats over and over in my mind
through yours until the connection fades and I know you are
no longer here. Oh God, don't leave me in here, Scully.

I huddle in the corner. I can't believe she left me.

* * * * *

I'm not exactly sure how many days pass, but I am suddenly
aware of a voice in my head it's very soft like its
travelling a great distance. I know its Scully, she didn't
forsake me, in my mind I hear her call my name and it's
enough.


Epilogue Three:

This ending is also a beginning sort of....

I open my eyes and Scully and I are still lying in the
field and my cock is still buried deep inside her our
mutual climax finally fading. I thought we weren't going to
remember any of this.

"Mulder? What do you think happened?"

"I don't know, Scully," I kiss her before rolling off her
and trying to find our clothes I'm sure she hears the sharp
intake of breath that comes from me as I look over the
field.

"Oh my God! Mulder!" She is running, naked, dodging pieces
of debris as she heads for the body.

I follow her having managed to struggle into my jeans I
hand her clothing to her and she dresses hurriedly.
Kneeling down she takes Gibson's head into her lap as
gently as she can.

"Da-na," he struggles to speak. "S, something went
wrong...Alex."

Gibson stops breathing and Scully struggles to revive him
only my arms forcefully dragging her away stops her attempt
and the voice behind us.

"It's no use, Mother Dana. Gibson is gone, I, too, will
soon expire, as my body cannot survive on your planet for
long."

"What's going on? Where are our children?" Scully jumps in.

"Someone damaged our engines and the force of the engines
malfunctioning caused it to break apart. I am the lone
survivor of my crew...but that isn't important...you
children have been stolen."

"What? By who?" I exclaim.

The Guardian leads us to what must have been the pods the
children were in, undamaged, but empty.


"I tried to make it over here I saw a man, an older man
carrying them both away...he got into some vehicle and
drove off."

"Oh my God, Mulder," Scully gasps out as she bends down and
picks up a Morley cigarette butt. "That BASTARD! He helped
us escape only because he wanted our children...I was so
STUPID to trust him...Dammit!"

I take her in my arms and she sobs against my chest.

"I am sorry Mother Dana, Father Mulder...I am will not be
here much longer...use your bond to help you find them, use
all your senses, trust each other..."

The Guardian falls and Scully drops to her knees cradling
the creature in her lap. I kneel beside them both as the
Guardian takes both of our hands and smiles or at least the
sensation is of a smile.

"I am glad you touched me...now I can tell you that your
bond will be especially strong...you have created a new
connection...be careful Mother Dana...and Father Mulder?"

I have to lean in to hear.

"Protect the Mother and you will protect the future."

The Guardian fades away before our eyes, Scully looks at me
her eyes searching mine for answers I'm afraid I might not
have.

"What do you think it meant Mulder? We created a new
connection...did it give us some kind of power?"

I nod that is one question I do know the answer to at least
if my suspicions are correct. I open my hand up over her
abdomen and look into her eyes.

"Scully? We ah...we didn't use any protection."

Her hand clamps over her mouth as the tears spill over.

I take her in my arms and we stand together. I hear someone
calling our names and see Skinner and the Lone Gunmen
running towards us. I see Skinner mouthing the question
about the twins, but I shake my head slightly hoping he
will understand, which he does.

Scully composes herself and we walk slowly towards the
truck where others are waiting. She stops and looks at me.

"Mulder? What if I am pregnant, again?"

"Well I've already had three miracles in my life, you and
the twins. I'm not going to question a fourth, I'm just
going to accept it."

She pulls me down for a kiss.

"I love you, Mulder...but how are we going to protect this
child?"

I push a lock of hair behind her ear before speaking.

"We will do the best we can, Scully...and I love you."

I hold her close to me as we continue walking I *know* what
I'll be doing to ensure our future...protect the mother.

Protect Scully.


The end....

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