From: "Kris "Beast" Abel" <kabelicious@gmail.com>
Date:          Thu, 9 May 1996 12:07:23 EST
Subject:       The Rest of the Stories


Whoa and double whoa! "Apocrypha"...yipes a million!
It's approxiamately 9:59 pm and I'm hot off the TV
set to write this little piece while the events of
the episode are still clearly etched in my mind.
Is Alex's last name Trebek or Krychek? See?! I'm
losing it all ready!;)

Disclaimer: The partners, their boss, and the bastards
about them are the sole property of Chris Carter,
1013 Production Overload, and the FOX(Y) Network. I'm
not brave enough to ask permission to use their names,
but I'll use them anyways.

This story is dedicated to Tiff who I just lost a bet
to over if there would be any mushy stuff (aka a hug)
in this episode and now owe her the first three Lois&
Clark fiction novels! Damn her!;)

All comments, criticisms, backlashes, and tears of
gratitude are welcome at kabelicious@gmail.com.
As always, Zaganul is readily armed for flaming
attempts.

Note: Thank you to the author known as Karen Rasch
for her inspirational scene from her story "The Calm
After the Storm." How did you know that Mulder was
so good at this?;)

"The Risen Dead"
    by Kris "Beast" Abel

    Scully looked away over her taller partner's shoulder as she remembered
the reason why she had been so mad at her sister's killer. *He took her away
from me* she mentally growled. *But you were about to kill him, weren't you?
You could've killed him, Dana.* A voice piped up. To rid herself of it, she
concentrated on the bright blue sky backdropping the cemetery. Such an
innocent, beautiful day that had to be born on such dark foundations. Such a
pity that there will be no justice for Melissa Scully. No justice for Dana
Katherine Scully either. Scully let out a sigh and tried to control her
shaking; not wishing her partner to see her like this.
     Fox Mulder looked worriedly down at his silent partner. He could tell
that she was facing something tremendous right now from the sag in her
shoulders and the slight trembling in her eyes. They were focused far away
on some distant object. Mulder knew the name of that object: justice. It had
once again evaded them both in a futile attempt at bringing down the men
responsible for so much of their pain and others. A strong tremor ripped its
way out of Scully's gut and a soft moan escaped her lips. Mulder reacted to
the moan and placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder as she swayed
slightly.
     "Tired?" He asked. She turned her eyes to his, the justice forgotten
for the moment.
     "No, I'm-,"
     "Fine? Look, Scully, isn't lying against your religion?" He asked, a
slight smile teasing his mouth. She allowed a snort of amusement past her
barriers. "Seriously, when was the last time you slept?" She turned away
from him.
     "Last night," she lied.
     "Yeah. Right. Honestly, Scully?"
     "About three days ago," she let out in a whisper. "But I'm okay, Mulder,
really." She swayed under his grip again and he wrapped his arm around her
shoulder.
     "I'm taking you home," he told her softly. She nodded her head and
allowed herself to be led to his car; depositing her in the passenger seat
of the blue Taurus. He silently slid into the driver's seat and drove away
from the risen dead's resting place. Sometimes, they were just too loud in
their judgements for the living to handle.

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Apartment 402
Scully's apartment
3:14 pm

     Mulder unlocked the door with his key and carefully carried the then
exhausted and sleeping Scully into her apartment. During the car trip their,
she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep; her fiery head resting on her
partner's solid shoulder. Mulder hadn't wished to wake her as she had lost
so much sleep already. Gently, he brought her into her cozy bedroom and laid
her down on the blue pinstriped comforter; her head resting on a feather
pillow. Without waking her, he extracted Scully of her trenchcoat, shoes,
suit jacket, belt, gun, and untucked her blouse from her pants. Noticing the
sharp earrings of gold in her ears, he reached over and removed them from
her tiny ears; placing them on the oak nightstand next to her bed. Lastly,
he took the afghan from the bottom of the bed and covered her in it; leaving
the light on to ward off the ghosts of the past. It was not their time to
visit his restless partner. He wasn't sure if there ever would be a time for
them to come calling.

@~--@~--@~

3:14 am

    The wind slapped a branch playfully against the window; rapping for a
way to enter the lightened bedroom for the dead to speak to the living. A
howl arose from the wind as it realized the futility of its cause. It had
suceeded in awakening the living there, but not communicating with it. With
one last tap, the branch subsided in its assault as the wind gave up and
wandered elsewhere; a postal messenger for the dead to the living.
      Scully wearily raised her eyes from the pillow to gaze at the blaring
alarm clock seated on her nightstand. It read 3:14 am. She had slept away
the day. Looking down about her, she found she had been moderately undressed
and was covered only by her afghan. A shiver arose from her as gossebumps
littered her flesh and she rose determindly to raise the heat in her room
with the thermostat on the wall near her door. She never made it to her
destination. With a groan, she collapsed into a heap on the floor; her leg
muscles giving into a weakness she rarely confronted. There was a squeaking
of springs from the living room as her partner bounded into the room; hair
sitcking every which way from his short sleep.
      "Scully? You okay?" He asked, crouching down next to her. She smiled
wearily and answered him.
      "Yeah, I just think my legs aren't okay." She grimaced as she felt the
pins and needles running through her legs as she attempted to stand again.
She wobbled and then fell again...this time into the arms of her waiting
partner. "Definitely not okay," she managed. Mulder chuckled and laid her
stomach down on her bed.
      "Do your legs feel cramped, sore, or just tired?" He asked.
      "Sore and tired," she mumbled from the shelter of her pillow.
      "Now that I can cure," he said and then climbed onto the bed next to
her. He unbottoned his tie and kicked off his shoes; rolling up his shirt
sleeves as he did so. He straddled her hips. Scully raised her
head in alarm and gazed at her partner in a panic.
      "Shh, it's all right, I'm just about to give you the massage of your
life," he said quietly. Scully nodded and burrowed her face in the pillows
as Mulder began his massage on her shoulders. His thumbs rubbed expertly
into her shoulder's stiff muscles; kneading until the kinks let out and
Scully felt as if she was a pile of jello. A strange warmth spread across
her body and it became all she could do to not moan or cry out in pleasure
at the feel of her partners hands on her. His hands were soft and firm in
their strokes as they rubbed methodically in bigger and bigger circles on
her back. Scully felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. After he had
loosened up her enitre back, he started in for her legs. With a softness,
massaged her calves and then made his way up higher to her thighs. He used
the slow circles, but also used the power in the vees of his hands to run up
and down her legs. Scully felt her muscles awakening at Mulder's touch and a
soft sigh of pleasure escaped her as he finished with one last rub on her
legs. At least, she thought he was finished. Mulder crept up to straddle her
tiny back and began to work his hands into her hair as he massaged her scalp
with tunneling fingers. *This is extra,* Scully thought. *He dosen't have to
do this.* But he was. Slowly, she began to feel her eyes droop once again as
Mulder's magically endowed hands rubbed a particularily sore spot on her
head's crown. He gently got off of her then and tapped her shoulder lightly.
     "Roll over," he said softly. She did; eyes shut in relaxation. Mulder
straddled her stomach and once again stroked her hairline with his fingers.
Slowly, his hands wandered down and began to stroke her face. First her
forehead, then her brow, her cheeks, and then..her lips. Scully almost
giggled at the thought of someone massaging her lips, but then gasped as her
partner ran his thumbs up and over her lips. Her tongue flicked out and
accidentally touched one of his wandering thumbs. Dimly, she felt a tremor
run through those thumbs and then hot breath running ragged against her
cheek. She fought the curiosity to open her eyes and remained still; her
body too weak to really do anything. The hot breath grew closer as his thumbs
kneaded her chin and began on her neck. She could smell all that was Mulder
in those breaths. The faint salt of sunflower seeds, coffee, and a wiff of
his cologne filled her senses as she embraced the closeness of him. How she
wished she could just reach up and hold him close to her: a haven for her
when the demons and the dead came hunting her.
     "Almost done, Scully," Mulder whispered as her massaged her collarbone
lightly. She slightly nodded her head and sighed; blowing out her breath in
his face. A wave of dizziness overcame him  as he took in the scent of her
inside him. Strawberries, perfume, and a taint bit of sugary spice caught his
senses by storm. Fighting to keep control, Mulder finished on Scully's chest
and was getting off of her when his foot caught in the comforter on the bed;
sending him sprawling on top of his partner. Rather than shove him off of
her, he felt her arms wrap around his neck; hot breath on his face. Slowly,
he raised his eyes to hers and gulped at the sight there. A fire burned in
his fiery partner's eyes. A fire that burned so hot that it could smelt
anything that it touched - including his resolve. With something resembling a
half groan, Mulder lowered his head down to kiss the ripe lips beneath him
with a passion he'd never known he'd ever possesed. Scully wrapped her arms
around his neck tighter; tiny hands burrowing for a good hold into his short-
cropped hair.
     "Mulder," Scully let out as he withdrew momentarily. "I-,"
     "Shhhh," he said, placing a finger to her lips. "I know," Mulder
murmured as he rolled off of her and held her tight in his arms. Scully felt
his body wrap around hers and wriggled farther into his arms as she enjoyed
the sense of security that they offered.
     "Been wondering when you were going to get the nerve to do that," Scully
said, lightly kissing the hand attached to the arm holding her. He laughed.
     "Just waiting for your permission," he replied.
     "For how long?"
     "Since the case of the glowing green bugs. You looked so scared then
that I just wanted to kiss you and take all the pain away from you. I
realized later just how strong you really were. Your hair is more than just a
color, Scully: it's you. Absolutely and completely you." He muttered, burying
his face in the afore mentioned object.
     "Oh!" She cried out as he hit a particularily sensitive spot at the back
of her neck. "If you continue doing that, I don't think I can stay clothed
much longer."
     "Deal," Mulder whispered as he shut off the light and continued his
exploration of his partner's delicate neck.
     Outside the apartment, the wind once again came a calling with its
messages from the other world of the dead. It had hoped that the darkness
would aid it in its quest of delivery, but the darkness encloaking the room
was warm, sheltered, and happy: not about to let any ghosts come calling in
it boundaries. Another howl, and the wind was gone. But it would be back and
someday the agents lying within the darkness would have to face it.
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It's 4:27 am, the Sunday after "Apocrypha". I've just read over 50 stories
from the gossamer site and am listening to Enya's "Sheperd Moons". Nuff' said
for the oddity of this story's ending.
Anyways....liked it or hated it, send me e-mail!
I LIVE for your replies to my stories!;)
kabelicious@gmail.com, Kris "Beast" Abel (female, mind you);)
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
"Would you mind terribly to stop shooting at the thermo-nuclear weapons?"
     -Deakins, "Borken Arrow"
(I JUST SAW IT TONIGHT!)