From: "Rd Dewidinda" Date: Mon, 04 Jan 1999 20:48:14 PST Subject: MSR (new writer) TITLE: Momento Regenero AUTHOR: Dewidinda, Rd E-MAIL ADDRESS: Dewidinda@Hotmail.com ARCHIVE: Anywhere, as long as my name on it, and no money changes hands. Also you must inform me when and where you archive it. FEEDBACK: yes please. DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, they belong to CC and 1013. I wrote this merely as a paramastrabatory experience. (p.s. sometime I enjoy the 'clever' disclaimers as much as the fanfic) SPOILERS: Season 5 RATING: NC17 CLASSIFICATION: MSR (not quite alt universe?) SUMMARY: Abduction. Mulder with long hair. Is Mulder the Messiah? It was another God forsaken night in some God forsaken town at some God forsaken motel. This one is really out in the boonies, thought Scully. They had been driving for miles out in the middle of nowhere before they had come across it. The desk clerk hadn't been clear as to why they would have to share a room, but apparently this was the only room available, even thought the motel was virtually empty. At least it had two double beds. The neon sign flashed incessantly outside. Its eerie pinkish glow penetrated the drawn curtains through a space where they came together, but didn't quit reach. It was as though there were a giant heart softly beating out there in the parking lot. The rhythmic momentary illuminations seemed to match the beating of her own heart. She glanced at the clock. It was 2:17 am. On the other double bed, clad only in a white tee shirt and black silk boxers, her partner lay, restlessly tossing and turning in his sleep. Short wisps of brown hair were plastered to his forehead. It was warm in the room, and he had kicked the damp sheets and bedclothes to the foot of the bed, where his feet were hopelessly entangled. Each time the sign flashed she peered through the temporary reprieve from darkness trying to make out different aspects of his form. He was tall and lean-limbed and more than a head taller than she. She on the other hand was small in stature, though she didn't consider it a shortcoming. They were sort of a Mutt and Jeff team, and it suited them. Mulder had a strong face with a cleft chin, puppy dog eyes, and a pouty bottom lip. His nose was a little large, but she liked that in a man, she felt it gave him character. Occasionally as he moved on the bed, he would turn at an angle that revealed the evidently substantial bulge in his shorts. It crossed her mind that he might even have the beginnings of an erection, and she wondered what he was dreaming about. She chastised herself as she ran her fingers through her shoulder length red hair. I shouldn't even be thinking these things about him, she thought, though she admitted she often did. I need some air. She rose from the bed slipped on her slippers and put her robe on over her nightgown. Then she tiptoed towards the door. He murmured something in his sleep. Was it her name? She stood still for a moment to assure herself that he was still asleep, and then she stepped outside. The warm night air had a slight breeze, and so it was somewhat refreshing. It was very quiet. There was only one other car parked in front of a room about three doors down. The long road they had traveled, which ran along the front of the motel appeared desolate, and she walked out into the middle of it. The moonless sky held a multitude of stars. "There's nothing out here," she spoke aloud to the desert, as she peered down the length of the highway. But suddenly there was. A fierce burst of pressure, like a wave of wind, hit her from behind, and she was knocked off her feet. She thought a car had hit her, but instead of an impact, she found herself floating weightlessly up though the air, surrounded by a brilliant white light. It was as though she were being sucked up a long bright tunnel. "I must be dead," she told herself, but she wasn't afraid. And then she was there, in that strange place. A mist covered the surface on which she stood, and she was surrounded by strange beautiful beings. They were clothed in light, and only their smiling radiant faces shone through. They seemed to float around her. "Angels," she whispered breathlessly. A voice tingled in her brain, 'we are often mistaken for angels, and we don't always clarify that misinterpretation.' * * * * * * * * * Mulder was wrenched awake by the extreme white light that penetrated the room. He instantly sat bolt upright. A quick glance at Scully's bed told him she wasn't there. He scrambled across the mattress, not realizing he was caught up in the sheets, and tumbled to the floor. He quickly extricated himself, and rushed to the door and opened it. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the blinding white light that greeted him, but when they did he couldn't believe them. An enormous space ship, flying saucer, whatever, obliterated his view of the star filled sky above him. It seemed in itself a huge hovering black void filled with blinking multi-colored lights. And there was Scully's limp body, dwarfed by this mighty object, being drawn soundlessly upward and into a gaping aperture. His heart pounded in panic as he ran screaming her name, his arms extended towards the ascending figure, "Scully, Scully, Sculllllly!" * * * * * * * * * * 'We are not angels, we are the aliens you and...' The tingling sensation in her brain increased for a fraction of a moment. '...Mulder have been seeking.' She could not tell if only one of them was speaking to her, or all of them were speaking to her at once. And then it hit her. They were speaking to her using telepathy. She wasn't actually hearing their voices. She wasn't actually hearing any sounds at all. 'Our species has developed in a very close parallel, though different time frame, to your own. You can think of us as the next step up the evolutionary ladder.' 'But what about those vicious, horrendous creatures Mulder and I keep encountering?' She asked, though she realized her lips hadn't moved. 'The truth is they are our evolutionary ancestors. Millions of years ago, we were like you, beings with physical bodies. We had only recently achieved the ability to toy with genetics, and travel through space. We discovered your planet and decided to do some genetic experiments, similar to...' They accessed her brain again. '...the movie, 'Jurassic Park'.' Scully smiled at the pop cultural reference. 'We assumed that if we did them on your planet, there would be no repercusions if we made a mistake; it would not effect us. And we did make a mistake. Our initial survey had missed your ancestors, 'Neanderthal Man', there were very few at the time, and our ancestors and yours began to interact. Ours began to wipe yours out. We realized that Humans were just too valuable to allow this too happen, so we destroyed all traces of ourselves, or so we thought, and left, intending to return when you had developed a little more. When we did return, we saw that things were going as expected for your species, and we began observing you. But then the unthinkable happened. Just when we had decided to make first contact, someone in your government, we ourselves do not know who is at the bottom of this, discovered remnants of our old experiments and began to use them for his own evil purposes.' 'We have been following the work you and Mulder have been doing for some time now. At the moment you are your worlds only hope. And we cannot interfere.' 'What, do you have the Prime Directive or something?' Scully asked incredulously. Her brain was accessed once more, and she swore she could hear them laughing. She was glad to know that humor will survive evolution. 'No, it is only that we do not possess physical bodies. Mulder may be your worlds only salvation. You too have become an integral part of his quest. He will not be able to complete the task without you. The threads of your existance are intertwined. We are aware of the Cancer, and the chip, which is human technology by the way, and we want to free you from it, because ultimately it will interfere with your ability to prevail.' Scully felt fear for the first time since she had entered the ship, 'If you do, I will come out of remission and die,' she insisted. 'No, we have a way of getting past that.' * * * * * * * * * * Just then Scully heard her first sound since entering the ship, Mulder screaming her name, and she looked down. There was no floor. Or was it see-through? She wasn't sure. She could see him running across the parking lot below her. She called to him, "Mulder I'm here, I'm okay", but he could not hear her. Scully pleaded with the beings to allow him to join her. He got caught up in the beam and ascended to the ship, and then he was beside her. * * * * * * * * * * He immediately ran to her and held her hands in his. 'I'm so relieved to see you are alright,' he thought. 'My god! I'm on a ship, I'm actually on an alien space ship.' 'Mulder the look on your face right now. Now that you realized where you are, is priceless,' she thought back. And then it hit them. Mulder and Scully could hear each other's thoughts... More importantly, they instantly knew each other's hearts... It was almost more overwhelming than being on the space ship. 'They want to remove my chip', she told him. 'What about the Cancer?' He asked concerned. 'It has been decided that both of you will be reborn, and that your bodies will be as good as new,' they explained. They were confused. 'Reborn? Will we be reincarnated as infants?' they asked. 'Not at this time', the aliens replied. 'We still need you to be Mulder and Scully so that you can continue with your work. You will have mature adult bodies, with the same DNA as you have now. You will look and feel a little younger, and your new bodies will have never experienced any of the traumas that you have had in your lives. You will have never been effected by disease, so we will boost your immune systems; and you will have none of the scars of life. You will maintain a recollection of the events of your life, just as you do now.' Before they could consider any of this, or even make a choice in the matter, one of the light beings approached them. She appeared to be female, but they weren't really sure. She raised up her long slim luminous hands and pointed her thumb and forefinger at each of their foreheads as though she were going to pick a piece of lint off them. Their foreheads presented no barrier however, and they were shocked when her fingers passed right through their skulls and into their brains, as if it were nothing. They could feel the light being grab hold of their essences as she plucked their souls right out of their bodies. * * * * * * * * * * They were instantly both infinitesimal and universal. They had lost their five senses. Their bodies no longer existed. They just were. They were aware of each other's presence. They could feel a kind of ebb and flow. They were growing and dividing, growing and dividing. They did not know they were merely embryos. The ebb and flow continued, like the tide, growing and dividing, growing and dividing. Then they were all head and heart. The ebb and flow continued, and different areas of them began to specialize. They had a nervous system. They could feel. Eyes, arms, legs and ears grew. * * * * * * * * * * The soft pink tinged glow had been there for a while, before he realized he could see. Mulder opened his eyes and stared at the form before him. It was a tiny translucent baby with an umbilical cord. A fetus. She floated in the small warm space with him. He could see her heart beating in her chest, and he could hear it. It was making a swooshing sound. At times it seemed to be beating in tandem with his own. 'Open your eyes Scully,' he thought. 'Open your eyes!' Suddenly her large blue eyes were open and she was staring back at him. Her eyes reflected shock, and then delight. He reached out his hand to touch her, but his arms couldn't reach. They grew in leaps and bounds. The metamorphosis was perceptible. This must be happening very quickly, Mulder thought; though he had no real sense of time. * * * * * * * * * * The transformation continued. Scully mentally assessed Mulders development. She gauged his physical age to be around that of a two-year-old. He was round and pudgy. He had a large head and body, compared to his relatively short arms and legs. She reached out her fat dimpled fingers and laced them with his... Mulder was blown away by the sweet five-year-old looking face that was haloed by vibrant red hair. It floated freely around her head and reminded him of mermaids... Scully noticed that Mulder had become a skinny version of his lanky self, now that he appeared to be around ten years old. She smiled her biggest smile at him. Their small warm space had been getting smaller and smaller, and they found themselves a little crouched over, and always in contact with one another... At around twelve Mulder become aware that Scullys flat childish body had started to round out. Her breasts swelled and her pubic hair and underarm hair grew in. It was all so red. He found himself lusting after her pubescent body. He was suddenly conscious of how naked they were... Now that she had reached puberty Scully eagerly anticipated the moment when Mulder's body would catch up to hers. At around fourteen he began to grow facial hair, well peach fuzz. Soft downy hair also appeared on his chest. And best of all, right before her eyes his penis grew to its adult proportion... Scully's hair reached down to the small of her back, and so did Mulder's. He had a long flowing beard. Their small space had become tiny and cramped, and even though their arms and legs were much more limber than they had been before, it was hard to find a comfortable way to squeeze two adult bodies in there. Scully was literally sitting in Mulders lap. They were immersed in intimacy like they were immersed in the amniotic like soup that surrounded them. Even their umbilical cords loosely intertwined. They just sat there quietly enveloped in one another. * * * * * * * * * * Without warning a small hole opened up under them. Scully and Mulder were startled out of their revelry as Mulder's foot slipped into it. It expanded quickly. Mulder and Scully clawed at the sides of their slippery uterine world, but to no avail. A large whirlpool appeared beneath them and they started to spin around. They felt nauseated and held tightly to one another. Their umbilical cords snapped as they slipped and slid down into the dark vortex. There was no escape. They screamed as they fell. * * * * * * * * * * Whump! Mulder landed on his back, on the floor, in the motel room, on the sheets he had earlier knocked to the floor. Scully soon followed. Oof! She landed face down across his middle, perpendicular to him. They were belly to belly. Their bodies formed an X. It took great effort for her to lift herself off him. She felt she had been weightless for a long time. Now she was fighting gravity. She glanced at the clock; it was 2:36 am. Mulder sat up. They were wet, and smeared with a thin film of pinkish blood, and a greasy white substance. "What is this stuff?" Mulder coughed as he found his voice. He picked up a corner of the sheet and wiped his face with it. Then he found a clean corner and tenderly wiped off Scullys face. "I think its 'vernix caseosa', newborns are usually covered in it. Its some kind of skin protectorate." "Speaking of skin, yours sure is pale." "I'm a redhead, I'm supposed to be pale, but you could sure use a tan." Mulder wiped off his arms. God, his skin was almost pink. "Don't worry," Scully assured him, "you just need a little sun." He stared at her face. Something was different. She looked younger. Her hair was a brighter shade. And her eyebrows, they were lighter and they hadn't been contoured. He reached out and traced his fingertip across one. "They're natural," he said. She quickly raised her own finger to her brow and smiled. "And your ears Scully, " he said as he gingerly grabbed one of her lobes. "They're not pierced." Scully reached up and placed her hands under her hair behind her neck. She felt around. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. Then she flipped her long wet hair over the top of her head, and exposed her neck to Mulder. He wiped off her neck and brought his face in close to examine it. "There's no sign that the chip was ever here. No scar, no anything. He leaned in still closer and gently allowed his lips to touch her there. He remained that way for a moment, and spoke with his lips still touching her. "What is that wonderful smell?" "It must be that 'newborn baby smell' that I've heard about." Mulder breathed in deeply, and exhaled with a sigh. Then Scully moved away so that she could turn around to face him. She flipped her hair back behind her. She also noticed some differences in Mulder. He had long hair and a beard that extended down to his lap. "Your face looks younger. As a matter of fact, even your nose looks smaller. You know, noses continue to grow throughout your life." "That's a comforting thought," he replied. She reached under his beard and placed her hand on his chest. "Your scar from your bullet wound isn't there either." Mulder tried to push his beard aside to see for himself, but it was wet and sticky and awkward to deal with. "I need a shower, but I'm too tired to even stand up." "Me too," agreed Scully. "I can barely move. Maybe we should sleep first." Mulder could tell she was tired, because she was slurring her words. He gestured toward the beds, "shall we then," but when he turned back to Scully, he saw that she had lain back on the floor, and was already fast asleep. He snuggled up next to her and put his arm across her stomach. Then he rested his right leg across hers. Finally he placed his cheek on her breast. It felt right that he should put his head there. He even had a desire to suckle, but he was too quickly fast asleep. * * * * * * * * * * The Sun was streaming in through the space between the curtains when Mulder awoke. He felt beside him for Scully. She wasn't there. He started to panic, but then he heard the shower running and relaxed. He felt very awake and refreshed from his sleep. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Come in Mulder. There's no need for false modesty," she called. She was still in the shower, just rinsing off. Her body looked like an impressionist painting behind the frosted glass of the shower stall. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a skimpy motel towel. Then she attempted to wrap her hair up in one, but it was too long, so she did her best to absorb as much moisture as she could. "It's a shame I have to cut it off," she sighed pouting her lips. "Why?" asked Mulder. He loved the color and the length of it. "Its beautiful!" "Thanks Mulder, but I can't very well go back to work with it this way, I can't explain how it grew so much in such a short time." He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. "Stop Mulder! You still need a shower. Yuck, now I'll have to wash it again." "I don't know how I'm going to handle all of this." He said indicating his beard. "Do you have a scissors? I'll cut it off before I take a shower." "No, don't do that yet," Scully insisted. "Here, I have to go back in and do my hair again anyway, I'll help you. Mulder raised his eyebrows. He stood under the shower spray and let it cascade down over his hair and body. Scully stood facing him and poured shampoo into her hands. Then she reached up, and starting at his face she began lathering up his beard and working her way down to the bottom of it. Then she poured more shampoo into her palm. "Turn around and squat down so that I can reach the top of your head," she directed. "No ones ever asked me to do that before," he quipped. He complied and she shampooed his hair. Mulder reveled in her touch as she massaged his scalp. "Rinse off your hair, and then I can rewash mine while you soap up the rest of your body." He rinsed his hair and beard and then they traded places under the spray. Mulder watched her as she rewashed her hair. His hands moved automatically over his own body as he covered himself with soap. It was very erotic. She had turned her back to him and was bent forward rinsing her hair off in the spray. He was about to take a step forward and rub himself up against her beautiful bottom, when she unexpectedly finished and opened the shower door on her side and stepped out. "Its all yours," she called from the other side of the shower doors. "That's what I thought until you left," he whispered dejectedly to himself. "Don't be disheartened," she chuckled. She had heard him. "Finish up and meet me in the bedroom." He grinned. * * * * * * * * * * "Mulder...are you coming?" "Just a second." Wrapped in his robe, he entered the room. Scully was sitting on her bed brushing her hair, completely naked. "Is that your best Lady Godiva impression?" Mulder gestured with his hands out and his palms facing upward. "I seem to have lost my modesty." Scully said and then added, "my God Mulder, you look positively biblical." "How apropos, being as we were just resurrected." "I don't think we were resurrected exactly...wouldn't we have to die first?" "Reborn then," he concluded. "Here let me take care of that beard," she offered. She rummaged through her purse and came up with a scissors and a couple of rubber bands. She stood and walked toward him, and then took his beard up in her hands. He looked at her questioningly as she first brushed it, and then took an elastic and made it into a pony tale at the end of his chin. Then she divided it into three parts and braided it. She finished the braid with another elastic at the bottom. Then she took the scissors and cut it off above the first elastic. She held up the braid before him. "A momento," She said as she placed it in her purse. "Shall I shave now?" he asked. "Do you want to make another braid and do the same thing in the back?" "No, that can wait until later. Come and sit on the bed with me, let me brush your hair." His hair, she wanted to play with his hair. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair; hell she wanted him to rub it all over her body. He sat down obediently on the edge of the bed. "Christ Mulder, take off your robe!" He stood up and let his robe drop to the floor and then he sat back down again. She walked on her knees across the bed until she was behind him, and then she sat down on her heals. She reached her hands up around and under his hair and combed her fingers through its length several times. It was silky soft. She buried her face in it. It was heaven. I'm not going to let him cut this off until we have to go back to D.C., she thought resolutely. She stood up on her knees and pressed her naked body up against his hair and his back. She could feel his warmth resonating through the silky strands. After a moment she began to sensuously rub her body up against him, like a bear scratching its back against a tree. Then she took up his hair and playfully flipped it over the top of his head, so that it fell down over his eyes and face, and placed her breasts right up on the skin of his bare back. He shook his hair out of his face and tipped his head back so that he could look up at her with his soulful hazel eyes. "I thought you were going to brush it," he said wryly. Just as she was about to lean over and kiss him, Scully felt a twinge on the left side of her abdomen, then a slight cramp. It wasn't enough to make her double over, but it did make her sit back, on her heals again. Mulder who had been leaning backward fell on her thighs with his head in her lap. "Oh," she said in a suppressed cry. "What is it?" he asked concerned. "I'm not sure," she said, but the glimmer of a notion was forming in her mind. Again there came a twinge, this time on her right side as she backed out from under Mulders head, which landed with a bounce on the bed. She recalled having felt this twinge before. She was sure she was right. "I think I'm...I think I'm...ovulating," she said tenuously. "I'm ovulating," she repeated joyously. "Of course, of course." Mulder agreed as he sat up and smiled at her, delighted for her. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, this is fantastic." She was so happy, she just leapt on top of him, and knocked him over. She straddled his stomach and kissed him fiercely on the mouth. This was all the incentive Mulder needed. His tongue darted into her mouth and hers into his. He wrapped his long arms around her back and hugged her close. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, trying to retaste each other's souls. Scully broke off the kiss, and began to nibble and lick her way down his neck. Mmm he smelled so good. All that prenatal intimacy had been great, but they were physical beings, as the aliens had pointed out, who craved physical contact. She found her way to his nipple, and she pressed it firmly between her lips as she flicked her tongue across it. Her fingertips danced slowly up and down his sides. He was wiggling under her. She felt him harden beneath her stomach. She was impressed with his size. She continued to work her way down to his soft stomach. She pressed her face deeply into it. His cock was cradled between her breasts now. She raised up her head and looked up to Mulders face. His head was back and his eyes were closed. She bent her head back down and shifted her body lower so that she could reach his cock with her mouth. When it was finally in front of her face it sprang to attention. She began to giggle. "Uhh Mulder..." "Yesssss." "I think I've discovered another change." Mulder raised his head and stared down at himself for the first time. His eyes opened wide in surprise. "You're no longer circumcised!" Scully exclaimed. Mulder laughed. "Does this mean I'm not Jewish anymore?" "You could always get it done again, but I've heard that one of the advantages of not getting it done, is that you'll be so much more sensitive there. "Well, lets find out!" Now he watched as she encircled his cock with her fingers and gently pulled his new foreskin back revealing the knob of the head. She tentatively touched him with her tongue. He shivered. She swirled her tongue around the top and tenderly took him into her mouth. "Yes," he breathed in little gulps; "It is more sensitive." Mulder regaled at the sight and feel of Scully's sensuous lips, now ravishing his manhood, it made fire burn in the pit of his stomach. Scully, my Scully is doing this for me, he thought to himself amazed. He reached up and placed his large hands in her flaming hair. He combed his fingers through it much as she had done to him. "Scully, swing your body around, I want to taste you," he indicated this with a circular stirring motion, his finger pointed down. Scully looked up at the sound of her name with her bright blue eyes. And smiled and nodded the best that she could considering she had taken him into her mouth down to the root. She swung her body around without letting his cock fall from her lips, and straddled his head with a knee on either side. He reached his long arms around her hips and planted his hands firmly on her buttocks. Wow, this is a side of Scully I've never seen before, he thought as he pulled her down on his face and drank in the warm wet womanliness of her. Scully fell under Mulders spell. He was a master of his craft. Could it be all those years of eating sunflower seeds? Ripples of pleasure rolled from between her legs and traveled down to her toes. She clenched and released her thigh muscles. She was unable to concentrate on pleasuring him. It was all about her. He didn't mind. He was the maestro conducting her to orgasm. She ground her hips and whimpered in delight as she climbed to the mountain peak of release. And then she was racked with spasms of ecstasy. Mulder gave her a moment to catch her breath, after she collapsed on top of him, but just a moment. He lifted her off, as though she weighed nothing, and flipped her over on her back. He climbed on top of her so that they were face to face. His chestnut hair fell down around them like the curtains on a canopy bed. He dove into a long passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips. She could feel the weight and strength of his toned muscular body lying on her. She opened her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips. She was just able to cross her ankles above his ass. He rubbed his hot cock on her still sensitive clitoris. "You're a virgin again, you know... I don't want to hurt you." "That's right," she realized, "but I don't care, please! I want you in me now!" Mulder obliged. He figured quick and deep was the route to take, and he plunged himself into her. Soft folds of Scully surrounded his most insistent member. It hurt, but not that much, and only for a second. As Mulder began to pump into her the pain receded. He ravished her with long full strokes. In and out, in and out, it brought to mind the ebb and flow of earlier. It didn't take long before his breathing was short and shallow. She watched his face grimace and his muscles strain as he exploded into her and then collapsed on top of her. Soon his breathing became more regular. He smiled into her eyes and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Happy birthday Scully". "Happy birthday Mulder". * * * * * * * * * * The twins, Mary and Elijah Mulder, were instantly both infinitesimal and universal. The end.