From: shirlock Date: Tue, 10 Nov 98 11:43:58 -0000 Subject: New fanfict Title: Quod erat demonstrandum That which was to be proved. Author: Shirlock Rating: R (A) Category: X/ C/ MSR Spoilers: None Summary: Mulder finds Sam after six years- Samuel Mulder, that is. And whoever he is, is having a strange effect on Scully. Although Mulder found a lost lost brother, he is losing his long found friend and partner. Scully/ other romance. 101198 Disclaimer: All characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. All credit due to his mesmerizing stars Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. 5:08 am, Lone Gunmen's Lair Byer's voice was low, steady and calm but the other two lone gunmen were on the threshhold of something explosive. Mulder could feel Frohiki and Langley trying to abide their turn, eyes darting, nostrils flaring, grins plastered on like some computer nerd on the brink of programming the latest war game schtick. Byer's was telling him all the technical details of their research which led to their phone call to Mulder forty-five minutes ago. His grey green eyes were sleepy and unresponsive until he heard Byer's say "And guess whose name was in the classifieds?" The three men crowded into Mulder's face, anticipating his reaction when they told him. "Big bird?" Mulder paused for effect. The three men eyeballed each other. Frohiki leaned in closer, disclosing what Mulder never thought was remotely impossible. "We found Samantha, Mulder. Your Samantha." The wrinkles on Frohiki's nose looked magnified, but the twinkle in the eye said he was deadly serious. "Where is she?" Mulder folded his arms slowly, his mind refusing to believe. "In Washington D.C." Langley said, "she lives in Arlington, a stone's throw away from Agent Scully. Isn't that the knarliest bit of coincidence, man?" Mulder contemplated the possibilities, then shook his head. "That isn't possible. How did you get all this information?" Mulder shook his head. Byers looked deflated, "Haven't you heard a word I said just now? She's the real thing, Mulder. This is where the buck stops. This is where you can stop chasing phantoms and nightmares. According to the Washington Daily, she had been placing ads in the missing persons column since January." "Here's the address, Mulder. She lives alone. I suggest you go with the lovely Agent Scully the first thing in the morning and catch her as she's coming out of the building to go to work. She's a Paleontologist at the Smithsonian Institute." Frohiki said languidly. Mulder left the lone gunmen in a daze. So near. Samantha lives in Washington D.C., twelve blocks from Scully's apartment. Mulder laughed at the craziness of it all. He spends a lifetime trying to locate her, going through deserts, mountains, government departments, military bases and hell to find her. And she turns up in the same zipcode as Scully. Mulder rushed over to Scully's and rapped on the door until his knuckles were red from the impact. "Mulder? Whassamatter?" Scully was in her blue bathrobe, her auburn bob tousled and eyes wide. From anxiety, really. She was never certain with Mulder. She let him into her living room and he started pacing about. "I've just come from a meeting with the three stooges." Scully's face revealed her disillusionment and the tightness in her abdomen loosened. His explanations however caused her to widen her sleepy blue eyes. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Scully asked finally."I'll change, then we'll go." 7:08am Arlington, 1001 North M street. The letterbox was the first thing they looked at. Mulder looked down at Scully while she wrestled a letter from the slot. Her fingers were small enough to go through the slot. "Sam Mulder." she said looking at the name, "apartment #35. It's her." When the two agents stood at the hardwood door, Mulder suddenly felt cramps creeping up his gut. Scully touched his arm, offering her support in one quick gesture. "How do I know it's her, Scully. I mean really her?" Mulder said, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to cope with another alien clone. "Well, we won't until we see her, talk to her, get to know her." Scully replied gently. She waited for Mulder to knock. Finally, he raised his hand to knock. The voice inside came from the bedroom or some area in the back. It sounded distant, yet familiar. Mulder looked at his partner and she smiled her assurance. The occupant peeped through the eyepiece. The recognition came into the voice. "Fox? Fox, is that you?" Mulder's heart race raced and his blood pressure climbed. Scully could sense his nervousness as she braced herself to meet his long lost sister. The locks slid back, the chains fell off, the latch swung to the left. The door heaved and its occupant stared at Mulder. Mulder's jaw dropped and Scully's eye registered confusion. "Samantha Mulder?" Scully said those words to the figure before them feeling ridiculous as the words tumbled out. "No, Samuel Mulder." came the quick reply. 7:45am Samuel Mulder's apartment. The furnishings resembled that of Mulder's. The dark colour of rich redwood and pictures were similiar in taste and fashion. Fox Mulder couldn't help staring and Samuel Mulder couldn't help staring first at his brother, then at Agent Scully. Scully didn't know how to react at first and Mulder looked like he had been hit by a two ton truck. The young man before them was in blue levi's and a white T-shirt. From the back, it was hard to tell who was who, except the younger was a hair shorter and thinner. They both had that same dark brown hair and their eyes the same green hue. Samuel Mulder had a robust spirit and it came out in the manner in which he spoke. The conviction and the way in which the words poured out were unmistakable. The two men were related. Sam was good-looking, Scully thought, almost as strikingly chiselled as Mulder. "How did you know where to find me? I've been putting ads in every newspapers on the East Coast since last January. That was when I remembered everything." Sam said, sitting across from the agents. He smiled affably and had an engaging eye contact that surprised Scully. "You remember being taken...abducted?" Scully said softly. "I remember being taken, yes. I was eight and Fox was twelve. We were alone in our house that night watching the Watergate hearings-" Mulder cut him off in mid sentence. "I'm sorry, but I think we've got the wrong person." Without turning back, Mulder marched out of the apartment into his car and drove back to Alexandria. Scully stayed behind and talked more until they came out of the building two hours later. They had made a decision and Scully was going to find the truth one way or another. 10:12pm Mulder's apartment Scully knocked at his door and waited. No sound. No movements. She stood there for a minute playing with the key she had in her hand. She ought to know what this morning's episode would've reduced Mulder to. But she wasn't able to come to comfort him. She tried his cell phone but it was out of service the whole time. She wondered if Mulder went to confront his mother again. She turned to leave then the door creaked open. Mulder stood at the doorway and waved her in. She was carrying a big bag of files. He pulled her in by her wrists and led her to his sofa. "Mulder."Scully started,"I know it's difficult." "Was it a sex-change operation?" He asked, glimpsing the words "Hospital" on the file. "No, Mulder. I don't know what to say. I don't know how this could be."Scully weighed her words knowing full well, they would bear greater weight tonight because she had science to back her up. All Mulder had was his memories, but memories of a sister that was abducted by aliens. Surely he would not have mistaken the sex of his only younger sibling. "Mulder. Everything checks out with Sam. I was in the hospital going through all the records. He was in an accident two years ago. His car skidded along the icy path in Adams-Morgan and wound up in the county Hospital. " "That's where you've been the whole day, Scully?" Mulder asked in a grateful whisper. "Yes. I've been going through mountains of tests results and psychiatric evaluations. Mulder, I don't know what to say. Sam, she...he is the real thing. You found your brother." "Scully, I don't have a brother." Mulder spoke through clenched teeth. "Don't you think I would know I had one if I had one? That man is an imposter. He must've spoken to Samantha, or gotten real close to her to find out all about this...this..." Scully sat down resigned, knowing the task to convince his partner was becoming impossible. She tried another way. "Mulder, I did the blood tests myself. The PCR tests don't lie. Can't lie. He volunteered to go through the battery of tests. He wants to be found, Mulder. Nobody puts an ad in ten major newspapers if he didn't want to find you." "What do you mean- find me?" Mulder was puzzled. With a deep breath, Dana Scully explained,"Sam and you were both taken. According to him, he saw you going through a test to alter your memories. It was a pact your...your parents were in on it. They threatened to kill off Sam, Mulder. What better way to put you off track by altering your memories of a lost brother to that of a lost sister? You could look for a non-existant sister until the end of the world without ever finding her." Fox Mulder was thinking of something else. Something definite. The only way to find out. Only one person can help him out there, but probably would not. She saw the conflict in his twitching jaw and innocently promised him she would do anything for him to find the truth. "Did you give him a physical?" Mulder suddenly asked. Taken aback, Scully said "no, I only conducted the tests in the lab-" She felt the blood drain. "Oh no, Mulder, I'm not-" "It's the only way to find out Scully." Mulder coaxed. "Please, for me. My peace of mind. She might as well have died. This man is not my sister. Do you believe me or him?" Scully felt the heat of his gaze. He wants me to choose. Scully exhaled. One who is lost. He knew he was asking the world of her, and she would have given up the world for him, but this was completely different. "Look, Scully, I don't want you to sleep with him. Just get close enough to find out." Mulder said, not unembarrassed then added, "Who knows, he might turn out to be the man of your dreams. I know he's not my brother." Two weeks later. Pasta Francesca, 7:50pm Samuel Mulder was late, but he called Dana to let her know he was stuck in a meeting and couldn't get out. Mulder took the pains to accompany Scully to a clothiers to tailor make a nice dress for the occasion. Mulder had played the part of the relieved brother who's found his long-lost brother. He and Sam spent the last two weeks catching up about the twenty over years spent apart. Scully had been brought into the conversations naturally, but Mulder could see that Sam's eyes invariably revealed more than respect for his partner. Mulder checked and rechecked his background and began to doubt himself. Scully was ready to back out of the plan that night. Ready to tell Mulder that it was insane, that she was insane to say "yes" to another one of his hair-brained ideas. Mulder had expected her change of heart. He knew Scully like the back of his hand. He knew she didn't jump into the hay with anyone. Conservative Scully. He knew what he asked of her was so unfair. So cruel. But there was no other way of knowing. "One of these days, I'm really going toget hurt, Mulder." Scully said, resigned. Mulder leaned in to whisper, "Thank you, Scully.For saving me. I'm going to be there when you need me." The die was cast; there was no turning back. In the car, the two agents rehearsed. "So you're going to be in my wardrobe. Watching the whole time." Scully shook her head. It was bad enough having to get close enough to Samuel Mulder to check that extra appendage, but having to perform in front of her partner?! Insane. She knew it, but her science promised her that Mulder, Fox Mulder had his memories tampered with. She knew that science would never fail her. The test results were conclusive. Sex-change operation was the first logical answer, but the physical examination given by Dr. Pearson revealed no such scars or abnormal hormones in the blood tests. They were both stumped. It helped that as Fox told his brother more and more about Scully, he responded as well as any young man would. He was intrigued. He was fascinated at the pretty young agent Fox promised he had not touched in a physical, sensual way. "Okay Scully. Once you've determined he's not who he is-" "Mulder. I'll know when that is. Don't blow your cover until I'm sure." Scully said testily. "Let's get on with this charade." Dana Scully was beautiful that night. More beautiful because she wore silk and because the colours brought our the colours of her eyes and the translucence of her skin. They were blue with green flecks. She didn't bring her gun which worried her a little but her great protector was nearby. She walked into the Italian Restaurant, head held high and put her best sexy look forward. There was no turning back. 9:44pm Scully's residence. Fox Mulder heard her car. It had a funny rattling noise that betrayed its owner's identity. They're coming in. Fox Mulder stole swiftly into the wardrobe and let it creak shut. The louvres offered a plain view of the bed and of the couple who would be coming in soon. Footfalls. The click of the lock drawing back. The sounds of two happy people who are in love. Scully in love? She sure as hell sounded very chirpy and gay. Like someone head over heels in love. She must've been in drama class. They dawdled about in the living room and Mulder stilled the pounding in his ears to strain at their words. "I know my brother Dana. He's a twerp to treat you this way." Samuel's voice was crisp, like he had been to Havard. He had. "Mulder's kind and generous once you get to know him." Scully scolded. "I've known Mulder since I was born." Sam said, "and he's an incorrigible twerp." "We'll see about that soon enough." Mulder said to himself. "Tell me something about Fox Mulder that only a sis- I mean, brother would know." Scully half teased, half challenged. "When I woke up that morning in the hospital after the car accident, everything came back all at once." Sam was serious now, "I remembered he wanted to find dad's gun. It was on top of the cupboard in a box." Fox Mulder froze in the wardrobe. "Tell me something no one would know about Fox except for a close brother, or sister." Dana found it harder and harder to keep her mind on the job. Samuel had the same kind of eyes, but he had more than respect. He had- "Love." Samuel said. "Mulder loved our dog Rusky." I must have been five or six. Rusky was a common mongrel, a big shaggy black dog with big eyes and floppy ears." Fox Mulder stared into the closet space, not understanding how this impersonator knew about Rusky. "When she died, Fox had a tantrum. He locked himself in the room for the whole day and cried his eyes out." Dana imagined her partner locked up then snapped her mind into action. Mulder was in her closet. She had no way to determine if all this were true but the fact that Mulder didn't come leaping out of her closet denying any of this, she had to believe Sam was telling her the truth. She got up and offered him a drink. "Gin tonic if you have any," he said. Dana searched her cabinets and found a small bottle of Beefeater Gin in the cobwebbly corner. She brought it out and poured them both a drink. She didn't have a bad night afterall and so many things about Sam Mulder reminded her of Fox. She was beginning to like the idea that Sam was Fox's younger brother.He was very intelligent and had a wicked sense of humour, but he had something else- something Fox didn't. Sam didn't know how to conceal feelings, roiling emotions that bubbled and seethed to the surface. "Has anyone told you you have beautiful hands, Dana?" Sam asked taking the drink from her. "Thank you. Yes, my instructor at Quantico said something to that effect."Dana blushed like a schoolgirl but accepted the compliment. "They're small, delicate and yet, strong. Very good bone structure." "Coming from a paleontologist...I dunno," Dana smiled. "Aah, but look at this-" Sam jerked her palm closer to his eyes, studying them with exaggerated interest. Mulder could see in his mind's eye what Sam was doing. Holding her hand. Playing with her fingers. Reading her palm. "I have a colleague from Singapore whose father was a fortune teller. She told me about these lines." He took her palm and laid it facing up on his knee. "This is your life line, this is your love line, and this is your career line. Aah! Your life had been threatened many times. It crossed your career line, so you were wounded in the line of duty. Almost lost your life. Your love line is broken up in three places, but the relationship with your husband-" "Husband?" Scully laughed, spilling some gin tonic on her silky dress. "Yes, husband. It will be a lasting relationship." Sam said with a big grin, drinking the last of his gin tonic. "I noticed your eyes the first time you stood outside my apartment door with Fox. You were dressed in a white blouse with buttons down your front.Your hair was hurriedly combed and you had a pillow mark on this cheek." His hand came up to graze that cheek and she felt awkward. "And you know something, Dana?" Dana Scully flinched as he moved closer, drawing her hand closer to his lips. "I was so happy to see Fox. Until I saw you." Scully's head swam in all directions, her face lit even though she meant to dim the feelings stirring up inside her, reaching lower, ebbing and throbbing lower and lower. Her hair was so red in the lights, her face contrasted in its smooth texture to the lips that were so luscious that the young man only stared at them, alternating between her eyes and that mouth. Scully blinked to remind herself she had a task and the horrid thought of Mulder hiding in the wardrobe practically slapped her back into reality. Sam held her hand still and she led him into her bedroom. He smiled and followed dutifully. Fox Mulder leaned against the dozens of blue-black jackets and blazers in the closet. He stiffened when Scully and Sam came into the room, hands linked, eyes searching. They sat on the bed and Mulder watched, almost voyeuristically. The air-condition hummed cool air into the room and he saw Sam quietly dip his head. "You're so beautiful, Dana. I'm so glad Fox never..." he voice trailed off. If Mulder could see himself, he would've wondered about that nasty shade of yellow creeping into his face. "Sam," Dana whispered, "I haven't been with a man in years." "Shhh...it's okay, Dana. I'm going to be that man tonight." The words hung in the air like a title to a page, headlining what was to follow. Written proof. He was going to write his evidence all over her body. Mulder's face was turning different sickly shades of white and red and green. Sam Mulder was different from Fox Mulder. He was not ashamed of his emotions. He was not frightened of being vulnerable, open to rejection. He was honest to himself and to those he wanted love reciprocated. Dana thought to herself. "I could be falling in love with Sam." He drew her close to him and leaned into her breasts. He wasn't going to rush her. He admired this woman even though he's only just known her. She had that wonderful smile and that reassuring touch. Mulder testified to that many times. The fiercess in her eyes that begged him for protection was there tonight. He whispered, "I'll never let anyone hurt you, Dana. My Dana." Fox Mulder stared, his eyes dry from not blinking. "Damn it. That's my line." Sam breathed in that warm soft area like a little child, smelling her perfume between her breasts. Dana cast a swift look at the wardrobes, recalling their plan was to check for fake body parts. She reached down to Sam, but he stalled her. He reached down to the back zipper and slowly pulled it down. It went no further at the small of her back and he felt her narrow waist and her milky white skin. He peeled the front off and dropped the silky dress onto the floor. His eyes looking into her deep blues, he unbuttoned the front length of his shirt. His body was smooth, his shoulders broad like a swimmer's and tiny blond hairs caught the moonlight. Definitely not a woman, Scully decided. She touched his chest; no surgical scars. Mulder saw Scully's back, the black bra straps on pale white skin looked so fragile and soft, and smooth. She wore black underwear that hugged her small hips. There was no doubt whatsoever that Scully was attractive. Without clothes, she was sensuous, desirable, hauntingly ethereal. Both men knew what they wanted. Both men had a hard-on the size of the Empire State Building. Sam used the back of his hands against her arm, raising gooseflesh as he brought her chin up to meet his gaze. He had the most amazing eyes- alluring, magical, almost emotional. They were greener and stronger in relaying the passion that smoked from within. Mulder watched helplessly as his partner fell deeper and deeper into his arms. Sam was part Mulder and part something else. Something so warm, so hard- Sam drew himself closer to her and she felt it distinctly. That couldn't be a fake body part. It felt hot. But it wasn't like rock hard. It was flesh hard. Scully blushed a crimson red and Sam only brought himself to hug her. It was a big bear hug. She was surprised by the strength of his spindley arms. Swimmer's arms. Mulder watched and forgot to breathe. Sam seemed to know how to treat a woman. Maybe he was a woman, Mulder thought. He felt dizzy; maybe there wasn't enough air in the closet. Maybe he was at the brink of a realization that he always brushed aside as unimportant. Now he wasn't so sure. He was witnessing two people falling in love and there wasn't anything he could do. "Dana," Sam said in a whisper that Fox couldn't catch, "did you ever think of doing this with Fox?" She felt cornered. Two brothers in the same room. Her not answering would be an answer in itself. She decided to be honest. His fierce eyes brimmed with honesty and a huge capacity to understand. "Yes, Sam. I have. More than once." Scully hoped Mulder had heard it, but he hadn't caught the question. "How do you feel about me, then? I mean, I'm driving a wedge between the two of you." Sam was asking for permission. Scully widened her eyes, disbelieving that this person could actually understand how women felt. So gentle. She was so very turned on and they haven't even done anything yet. His hands caressed and warmed her skin. "I love Mulder, I mean Fox in a way that is...we're not lovers, yet not exactly like friends either. What I had wanted todo, versus what is real...they're two different things." Dana felt she could trust Sam, and her fears subsided. "What about this? Is this what you want to do? Is this real?" Sam questioned. Dana melted into his arms. Mulder realized Scully slipping away from him. Falling into something. someone. Into Sam. He put his palm against her smooth back and brought her into the bed. It was a soft and downy pillow on a soft and quilty bed. It smelt like Scully. Fragrant and delicate. Sam clasped his hands in hers and leaned in closer. Though she was nervous, Dana trusted this man. Everything he had done tonight seemed thought out. Too well thought out? Maybe this is the man for me, Dana smiled. "I love it when you smile, Dana." Sam paused, looking. He brought his lips closer to her. She opened her eyes then slowly closed them. Mulder could see Sam on top of her, grazing her cheeks slightly as he met her lips. Scully felt hot and steamy inside, wet between her legs and warm in her breasts. Mulder watched, forgetting to blink, breathe or move. Dana felt like she was at the edge of a cliff, losing control. He kissed her again, this time deeper, hotter, wetter. Their tongues tasted each other- salty, sweet, gin, lime and chocolate mousse. Scully's inhibitions fell to the ground, ready to give in to Mulder's brother. Sam smiled, brought his tongue down her jawline and planted a nuzzling kiss in her neck. He kissed her in that soft area and heard her moan quietly. Mulder heard it too. Scully's turned on, and dammit, so am I! Sam released his hands and massaged her soft breasts. He could feel her throbbing heart.Scully didn't know when her legs grew further apart because she found something hard and warm between them. It throbbed from a primative urge. "Do you like this?" Sam asked. Dana nodded, eyes closed. She fell deeper in love. Her pleasure center was going into overdrive. Without taking off her bra he sucked at her nipples through the lacey material, erect, hard, darkened. He used his teeth and nibbled softly. Dana moaned and whispered, "Yes, yes, yes, Sam.Don't stop..." Sam wasn't ready to give in to his selfish pleasure. All the while, Mulder began to doubt himself. Have I never remembered Samantha a boy and not a girl? Have my memories been altered? He kissed her flat belly and zig-zagged his tongue down to her softest spot. He pushed his face in and drank in the smell, a flowery scent mixed with perspiration and raw emotions. Again, there was no need to take her panties off. They weren't offensive. They were playthings that would give her that extra bit of modesty. He could smell she was ready. He could taste her juices that flowed out like a ripe peach in an orchard, ready to be picked. Sam Mulder picked it with his mouth. Fox Mulder's heart was pounding like a pneumatic hammer in his head. He was turned on by his partner, legs apart and breasts in Sam's large hands. Hands large enough to be a man's hands. Scully's own hands were small and had graceful fingers now clawing at the bed sheets. She was making noises Mulde only dreamt about in the privacy of his own room. Those noises were sounds of quiet ecstacy, impoverished by Fox Mulder's possessiveness now unleashed in vengence. Why hasn't she found out whether Sam was a man? In his mind, Mulder wanted to believe he was not, but his eyes told him he's more than a man. More than Fox Mulder, at least. Sam gnawed, sucked, licked, touched, fondled, massaged and tickled. Scully was more than ready, Mulder thought. He ached in his groin, his own proof he was a man about to come erupting like Mount Vesuvius. Sam knew where to go, which spaces to squeeze, which morsels to devour and which corners to simply lick with the tip of his tongue. He was so turned on by the sight of Dana sighing and moaning with pleasure, he watched her tentatively. She had already come twice and her screams were through gritted teeth. Sam saw his opportunity and he unfastened his pants and dropped them onto the ground. "Come closer, come in closer Sam-" Dana Scully forgot her partner was near suffocation in her closet and held out her hand to Samuel Mulder, zipping off his pants and letting them fall to the ground. Mulder opened his eyes wide, then squeezed them shut. A tear waited at the corner of his eye. He should be happy for Scully. She had found herself a real man. And he had found himself a long-lost brother he had remembered as Samantha. End. shirlock@ pacific.net.sg