From: "Donnilee" <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 13:53:57 -0400
Subject: "Seeing Double" by Donnilee

TITLE:    SEEING DOUBLE
AUTHOR:   DONNILEE
E-MAIL:   donnilee@snet.net
RATING:   NC-17
CATEGORY: MSR - XF/RSD CROSSOVER
KEYWORDS: Angst, Anal Sex
DISCLAIMER:  Nope. Not mine.
SPOILERS: END GAME, HERRENVOLK, TALITHA CUMI, CLOSURE, 
THE SIXTH EXTINCTION 1 & 2, EMILY, SMALL POTATOES
TIMELINE: Near the end of Season 7.  No Requiem.

XXXXXXXXXX

PART 7 (NC-17)
M.F.M.S.F. ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICES
WASHINGTON, D.C.
TUESDAY - 12:00 MIDNIGHT

We talked for hours, while I explained about Samantha, her abduction by 
aliens when she was eight years old, my guilt over not saving her.  I
told 
him about my career pursuit of her abductors and my fight against the 
shadow government that tried to cover up all their experiments to make 
human/alien hybrids, and find a vaccine for the alien virus.  I told him
a 
lot of things I probably shouldn't have.  If he didn't think I was nuts 
before, he did now.

Tiger had left at one point and returned with a pitcher of ice water and

four glasses for which I was grateful.  All the talking had left me
really 
dry.

For some reason, the fact that Tiger was in the room didn't bother me. 
It 
was like she faded into the woodwork.  Once having met her, I was 
overcome with a sense that I could trust her.  Although my instincts had

certainly been wrong before, she had to know that introducing us might 
be dangerous and I could tell him all sorts of things.  If she had been 
worried about that, she wouldn't have brought us together.  I was drawn 
to her in an eerie sort of way.  Not sexually, but as though she were a 
kindred spirit.  She didn't look old enough to be a sixteen-year veteran
of 
the CIA, but I knew just how much looks could be deceiving.

During the course of the evening I asked Jake how he had run into Tiger.
 
He smiled and said, "She found me, attacked me actually."

I turned quickly to Tiger to find her smiling.  "I'm afraid I thought
the same 
things as you, Agent Mulder, that he was a bounty hunter or a clone.  I 
had to be sure."

I nodded in understanding and Jake said, "You're both nuts!"

Even Scully had laughed at that and said, "You get used to it."

There was much more to discuss, but we also covered the subject of 
Jennifer.  He claimed he'd fucked up, gotten scared and hadn't known 
she was pregnant till he'd almost run into her on the Vineyard.  By then

he was so engrossed in researching the Mulder family that he'd avoided 
her, unable to cope with anything more right then.  After he thought it 
over, he knew he's screwed up.  He said he'd realized that he loved her 
and wanted to make things right, but didn't know if he still could.  We
told 
him we would take him to her tomorrow and that she was staying at the 
Marriott.  He said he'd go visit her himself. 

We were all tired by the time we decided to call it a night.  I paused
as 
Scully held the door for me.  She nodded her head toward the water 
glass.  I grabbed Tiger's glass, slipping it into the pocket of my
trench 
coat.  I knew she wanted to have it fingerprinted and it wasn't a bad
idea.  
We still had no idea if this woman was who she said she was.
 
We set up a plan to meet Wednesday evening.  Tiger escorted us all to 
the foyer and then followed us out of the building.  Scully and Jake
went 
ahead to our respective vehicles while I stood on the sidewalk with
Tiger.

"Shona MacIntyre," I said, deliberately using her real name.

She smiled.  "I see you did your homework."

I just looked at her for a moment before asking, "Why are you doing 
this?"

"I have my reasons," she said.  I saw Scully glance back and I waved to 
her to let her know everything was all right.  She gave me space.

"Not good enough," I said.  

"I was practically raised by Deep Throat," she said.  "He brought me up 
in the Company."

"Parents?" I asked.

"I was an orphan," she said calmly.  "After I'd put in my four years as
a 
rookie, he'd sat me down and told me about the Consortium and you."

"And me?"

"Yes, he told me that you were special, and that should anything ever 
happen to him, I was to look out for you."

"Something happened to him," I stated blandly.

She nodded.  "Indeed.  He was shot after revealing the alien DNA source 
to your partner.  He risked his life to help you, and then he gave his
life 
for yours, for the truth," she said sadly.

"I've always felt gratitude for that."

"You should," she said simply.  I saw Scully approaching, now worried. 
I 
raised an eyebrow to Tiger in question and she said, "It's all right. 
Like I 
said, I know you tell her everything anyway."

"That bothers you?" I asked.

"No, I've always envied you, having someone that close that you can 
trust."

By then Scully had approached.  "Everything all right, Mulder?" she 
asked, without even looking at Tiger.  That wasn't like Scully.  I saw
her 
glare at Tiger and realized in a flash that she might actually be
jealous.

I swallowed hard to keep from laughing.  "Everything's fine.  I just had
a 
few more questions for Tiger, like why she is helping us."

"Helping you, you mean," Scully said.

Tiger raised her eyebrows now, clearly showing amusement.  "No, 
helping both of you.  I know you are a team, a good one."

Scully didn't soften her stance, hands on her hips.  "I'm not here for
your 
amusement, Ms. MacIntyre," Scully bit out.

Tiger lost her smile and stared down at Scully.  I realized how tall she

was, a really imposing figure.  I'd bet she was still imposing without
the 
three-inch heels, which she really didn't need.  "You don't amuse me, 
Agent Scully, but your jealousy does."

"Jealousy?  I'm not jealous.  What are you talking about?"

Tiger smiled widely.  "If I were in your shoes, I would be jealous too, 
Agent Scully.  Rest assured, however, you have nothing to fear from 
me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Scully said defensively.

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling.  I loved it when Scully
went 
all Ninja on me, or acted territorial.  It had happened before.  She
always 
watched my back.  Now that we'd been intimate a few times, it took on a 
greater meaning.  I put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her on the 
forehead. 

She startled and stepped back from me.  "Mulder!"

"What?  Too unprofessional for you?  I'm not going to stand on ceremony 
here, not outside the office," I told her.

She swallowed.  "What were you talking about?" she asked briskly, 
neatly changing the subject.

I let it go, and thankfully, so did Tiger.  I didn't really want to see
a cat 
fight at this point.  Although I knew Scully could hold her own, I had a

feeling that this woman was like a snake.  If you left her alone, she
would 
leave you alone.  If you provoked her, she could be very dangerous, 
deadly even.

She looked at Scully.  "I was telling your partner how Deep Throat 
entrusted me to look after him should anything happen to him.  When he 
died, I took my oath seriously.  I've kept an eye on both of you since 
then."

"You mean you've spied on us?" Scully said.

"Scully, that's enough," I warned gently.

She looked at me and I could see fear in her eyes.  Apparently, Tiger
did 
too because she said, "I know you haven't got any reason to trust me, 
Agent Scully.  I want you to know, though, that I really am on your
side.  
You two now know more about me than anyone outside of a select group 
of my colleagues.  It was big risk revealing myself to you."

"Why did you?" Scully asked.

"Like I said, I keep tabs on you.  I got a call from an informant that
you 
were on the Vineyard, Agent Mulder.  I was curious what would draw you 
up there, so I went to check it out, being in between assignments and
all 
and what should I find?"

"Jake Winters," I finished for her.

She nodded.  "I called my contacts here in Washington and found out 
you were here in D.C.  Now, even I know you can't be in two places at 
one time."

Scully relaxed.  "So you checked him out," she stated.

Tiger nodded.  "Yes, I made sure he wasn't a bounty hunter.  Then I 
thought he was clone.  I looked him up and found out he has a history
all 
the way back to his adoption.  They don't clone babies and let them 
grow.  In fact, they stopped cloning children a long time ago.  They
only 
create adults now.  I knew he was real then, but I was shocked."

I looked at her carefully.  "You honestly didn't know he existed?"

"No, I didn't."

"Big oversight for the Company, wouldn't you say?" I needled her, just
to 
see what would happen.

She stared at me for a moment and then said, "Big oversight on my part. 

I take responsibility.  I should have known about him.  I can only
figure 
they didn't either, the Consortium or the Company.   If Deep Throat had 
known, he would have told me."

"We better get going, Mulder," Scully coaxed.

I nodded and shook Tiger's hand.  A bolt of recognition shot through me,

then it was gone just as quickly as it came.  I found myself shaking my 
head again, trying vainly to remember where I had met this woman 
before.  "Good night, Tiger.  Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She stood on the sidewalk outside the front doors until we were gone.  
We rode in silence for a few minutes.  Finally Scully said, "She's a 
beautiful woman."

"Yes, she is," I said calmly.  I glanced at her and saw her throw me a 
dirty look.  I laughed.  I couldn't help it.

"What?" she growled, clearly annoyed.

"Scully, I love it when you go all alpha female on me."

"I AM NOT," she broke off, realizing she was shouting.
I chuckled.  "Sorry," she mumbled.

I chuckled again. "Don't worry about it.  She's not my type."

"Yeah, right."

"I prefer petite redheads myself," I added.

She smiled at me.  

I smiled back and then returned my attention to the road.  "For what its

worth, Scully, you don't ever need to worry."

"Worry about what?" she asked, still being coy.

I grinned to myself.  "Worry about me around other women.  I'm not 
interested.  Like I told you last week, I haven't wanted a woman besides

you in years.  I don't see that changing.  I love you, Scully.  There's
no 
reason for you to be jealous."

She didn't respond verbally, but slid her hand across the seat.  I
reached 
over and laced our fingers together, driving with one hand.  After
another 
couple of minutes she said softly, "I'm embarrassed, but sometimes," she

broke off, sinking into silence.

"What?  Tell me."

"Sometimes I'm so afraid of losing you.  Mulder, I really don't know
what 
I'd do if you chose to love someone else."

I squeezed her hand tightly.  "I feel the same way, Scully.  I'm only
half a 
person when you're gone.  You know that don't you?"

"Yeah," she said softly.  "Me too."  Another few moments of silence went

by and then she said, "Wanna do something for me?"

"Anything, Scully," I replied immediately.

"Take me home and fuck my brains out," she said clearly.

The car swerved and I swore, getting it back under control.  She laughed

and so did I.  "Jesus, Scully, you trying to get us killed?"

"Nope."

"Your wish is my command," I said, and stepped on the accelerator.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 1:00 AM

Nude, completely nude.

I could spend the rest of my life just like this, lying on her bed in a
pile of 
pillows, stark naked with Scully.  I ran my hands over her velvety skin 
and sighed with pleasure as I felt her quiver under my fingertips.  
Knowing she reacted like this to me was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
 
This was still so new.  We'd only been intimate three times so far. 
This 
would be the fourth, not that I was counting!  Yeah, right.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I slid up her body and positioned myself carefully.  I could smell her 
arousal and then feel the liquid heat of it cascade over the head of my 
shaft as I settled between her thighs.  I paused, staring into her
beautiful 
face.  My glans stretched her plump labia around itself and I slipped 
inside.  She sighed with pleasure.  I kissed her hard and rammed myself 
inside, too impatient to be gentle anymore.  She grunted, but then 
groaned in pleasure as I filled her up.  This was what she had asked me 
for in the car, and I was more than willing to cater to her every wish.

I began to stroke into her, kissing her lips, her ears, her neck.  One
hand 
found her silky breast and teased the nipple until it was pebble hard.  
She began to whimper.  It was a sound that I had already come to know 
indicated that she was close to her release.  I hunched up, putting more

power behind my thrusts, racing toward my own finish line.  This time 
wasn't going to last.  I was too hungry for her, too eager to show her
that 
she was the only one.  She sobbed, near to tears and wailed, "Oh 
please!"

I knew they weren't tears of pain, but merely of frustration, her
release 
close and yet so far.  I abandoned her breast and wriggled my hand 
between us, finding the spongy lump of her nerve bundle and pressed it 
against our joining.  Once, twice, three times and she screamed, "Oh 
Jesus!  Yes, Mulder!  Oh my God!"

Her walls spasmed around me and I moaned out, fighting for control.  
Then she whispered in a hoarse voice, "Let go, come with me."

I bellowed an unintelligible sound and began emptying into her.  

XXXXXXXXXX

What was it about this man that made me completely lose control?  He 
pressed into me, banging into the back of my vagina and I grunted with 
the slight pain.  I let loose with a groan as I felt my whole body
contract 
tightly around him.  It sent shivers down my spine.  He began to thrust
in 
and out of me, making me tremble like a maple leaf in a windstorm.

His strokes became faster and faster.  There was urgency to his 
lovemaking tonight that was new.  Our first time had been fierce, but
this 
was different.  It was like he was trying to prove something to me. 
When 
I looked into his eyes, I realized he was.  My stupid jealousy had made 
him think he needed to prove his desire for me.  He was worried that he 
may have done something wrong by staying behind to talk to the woman 
as we left.

I tightened my muscles as hard as I could and I could feel the bulging 
veins in his rock hard erection as it stretched me to the limit.  I was 
sobbing, twisting, trying to find that little bit of stimulation that
would send 
me over the edge.  "Oh please!" I cried.
  
He seemed to sense my dilemma and I felt his hand leave its teasing 
position on my nipple and slip between us.  Like magic, he found my 
clitoris as if he had a road map and pressed down on it, circling hard. 
I 
was all done.

I cried out, "Oh Jesus!  Yes, Mulder!  Oh my God!"

He was straining to hold off.  I knew instinctively that he would try to

bring me to climax again before giving into his release but I didn't
want 
that tonight.  It was late and we were both tired.  I knew he was as
worn 
out emotionally as he was physically.  I choked out, "Let go, come with 
me."

He howled in triumph and I felt his shaft pulse and his hard ball-sack 
quiver against my ass.  Then he was pouring into me, spreading his 
warmth inside me.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

We collapsed and I rolled, pulling her on top of me.  

She kissed my neck, squirmed down a little and settled onto my chest 
like a little barnacle.  I jostled us until I could pull the covers up
and 
tucked them in around us.  My arms went around her and rubbed her 
back.  She sighed in contentment.  It had been a long day.  We were 
asleep in minutes.

XXXXXXXXXX

I did something I never do.  I slept for eight hours straight.  A Scully

blanket could also be quiet anesthetizing.  I smiled down at the crown
of 
red hair splashed across my chest. My hands wandered to her ass and 
cupped each beautiful handful and squeezed gently.

She moaned against me.  We were late for work, and I didn't really care.
 
I reached over to her bedside table and called Skinner.  I told him we'd

had a late night investigating and wouldn't be in till this afternoon. 
He 
didn't grumble, just said to let him know when we made it in.

As I stretched over to replace the receiver, she lifted her head off my 
chest.  "Decided to play hooky?" she mumbled.

I ruffled her hair and said, "Only for the morning."

"Mmm, good.  I need a shower."

We showered and dried off.  As we reentered the bedroom I pulled her to 
me and cupped her ass again, unable to resist.  "I love your ass.  Did I

ever tell you that?"

She laughed.  "No."

"Well, I do.  It's like an upside down heart."

"Oh please," she said with a blush.

"I mean it.  It's fabulous."  I squeezed again and she pulled away and 
headed for the closet.  I put my hands on her shoulders.  "Not yet," I
said 
and spun her around again.

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

"Making love to my woman," I mumbled and then I kissed her hard.

She put up a feeble protest but then relaxed against me and started 
kissing me back.  She finally broke the kiss.  "You're impossible."

"I'm horny, and it was too quick last night.  We have all morning. 
Let's 
take advantage of it."

She grinned and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on impact.  I mock 
growled and leaped on after her.  She squealed as I caught her hands 
and pinned her to the bed, straddling her on all fours.  "Just what are 
you're intentions, Agent Mulder?" she asked in her most poised tone.

I smiled at her and said, "To make you scream my name when you 
come."

"Pretty cocky of you, wouldn't you say?"

I poked her tummy with said cock and replied, "It's not arrogance if you

can really do it."

She busted out laughing and I thrilled at the sound.  I loved it when I 
could make Scully laugh.  "Modesty becomes you," she teased.

I lowered my head and kissed her again, slowly this time until she 
moaned and kissed me back, dueling with my tongue with her own.


PART 8 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 9:00 AM

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I was sore.  I'd had more sex in a week, than I'd had in several years. 

Talk about a dry spell.  At the same time, I couldn't get enough.  Just 
seeing him look at me with lust in his eyes was enough to melt me.  I'd 
dreamed of seeing that look on his face so many times.  

Mulder was a sexual creature by nature.  He had the grace and 
coordination of someone comfortable in his body.  What a body it was!  
He still ran and swam, but adding weights to his routine had bulked him 
up and made him even more imposing.  I looked him up and down and 
whispered, "You're so beautiful."

"That's my line," he said, and resumed kissing the pulse in my neck, 
which made me squirm.  He finally moved down to my breasts and 
teased them both until they were throbbing and aching.  I decided it was

time to return the favor.

I pushed him over onto his back and kissed my way down his chest.  I 
finally reached my destination and when I took his hardness in my hand, 
he sighed.  I lifted it up and my tongue darted out to lick his balls. 
They 
quivered and he moaned.  Oh, I'd found something he liked!  I carefully 
rolled my lips over the papery skin and then gently sucked one testicle 
into my mouth, rolling it back and forth over my tongue.  He tensed and 
pushed his hips up, spreading his legs to give me better access.  Making

Fox Mulder moan can be a heady experience and I decided I was going 
to like it a lot.  

I moved to other side and repeated my tongue bath.  I sucked gently and 
he nearly levitated off the bed.  "Shhhhhhhh," he hissed.

I backed off and looked up at him.  He was staring at me with eyes 
nearly black as coal with desire.  I felt my womb cringe in answer. 
God, 
what this man did to me.  

I swallowed his head and tongued the sensitive area below his crown.  In

no time, he was moaning uncontrollably and it caused another 
unexpected rush of pleasure between my legs.  I finally took him as far 
into my mouth as I could go, using my hand for the rest.  He bucked up 
into my mouth gently as I worked him over, twisting my head and 
bobbing, squeezing with my hand.  I fondled his balls with the other
hand 
and felt them firm up.  

Suddenly, he was pushing on my shoulders and gasping.  "Don't want to 
come that way."

I let go reluctantly, giving one last hard suck and breaking loose with
an 
audible popping sound.  He sighed in relief and growled, "On your hands 
and knees this time."

I nearly fainted, but managed to crawl up on my hands and knees.  I 
grabbed the headboard as I felt the bed dip as he positioned himself 
behind me.  I looked over my shoulder at his rippling stomach muscles, 
his cock hard and thick, sticking out towards me.  He rubbed it over my 
back door, back and forth and I groaned deeply, feeling all my nerve 
ending come to life.  

His hands ran up and down my waist a couple times, finally settling just

above my hips.  He began to press inside and I could feel the strain on 
my pussy lips.  I loved that feeling.  I'd never been with a man this
large 
and it was new and it was divine.  The sensations were deeper, no doubt 
about it.  I'd read once that some woman respond to deep pelvic 
pressure and others don't.  Guess I was one that did, because I knew I'd

never felt sensations like the ones Mulder gave me when he pushed his 
big cock deep inside me.  

He teased me, pushing just the head in and out.  Then he let it slid
down 
to bump my clit.  My body would jerk involuntarily and then he would 
slide that monster up and down my dripping entrance and press inside 
quickly, then retreat again.  I couldn't stand it anymore and nearly 
shouted, "Mulder, please!"

This time, once the head was in, he drove it in to the hilt with one
mighty 
shove and bottomed out against my cervix, his thickness pressing on my 
pubic bone.  He began to move and I cried out, "Oh God!"

The head of his cock moved in and out, riding over my G-spot and it was 
pure heaven from the first stroke.   I arched my back, coming up on my 
knees, clutching the headboard up higher and lifting my torso.  This 
increased the angle of his penetration.  We both groaned and his hands 
left my hips, finding my breasts and palming them.

He began to stroke slowly and talk to me at the same time. "Feels 
exquisite, Scully.  I can feel your little pussy quivering on my cock. 
How 
does it feel to you, baby?"

"Oh shit, Mulder.  That's the spot.  Right there.  Oh God, fuck me!" I 
begged.

His hands tightened on my breasts and he began humping me hard as 
he put all his strength behind his thrusts.  Pleasure burst through me
and 
I began a string of brutally hard orgasms that left my pussy aching and 
tender, almost feeling shredded.  I must have come six or seven times 
right in a row.  I cried, sobbed, and wailed, as he became the fucking 
machine he had been our first night together.  The added sensation of 
his big hands, gripping my breasts tightly made it even better.  I knew
I 
would have bruises and didn't care.  I never knew that I could be so 
turned on by such dominant sex.  No man had ever aroused these 
feeling in me.  Mulder was being a real alpha male in the bedroom and I 
was surprised at how much I liked it.  He didn't hurt me, but he was 
definitely directing the show.
 
His voice was low and rough as he spoke, "I can see how turned on you 
are, Scully.  Oh yeah, your cum is coating my cock, makes it gleam.  It 
looks so good sliding inside you."

I felt stretched obscenely wide as his cock continued to batter my 
delicate walls.  He was literally ravaging me and I didn't care.  He was

huge.  The dull pain of my bruised pussy was sweet torture as he moved 
his entire massive length of penis completely into me with each powerful

stroke.  I writhed, screamed, climaxed again.

I felt so raw and helpless as he rode me hard.  He leaned in some more 
and kissed my shoulders, nipping my flesh and making my whole body 
burn.  He began to pinch my nipples lightly.  They were sore and swollen

and I cried out, "I can't take any more!"

"One more," he ground out.  "Oh Christ, this is heaven!"

One hand left my breast and slid down to my mound, circling my clitoris 
and I went off like a rocket.  My eyes clenched tight as I rode out the 
ecstasy of my final release and felt him pulse inside me as his silky 
essence flowed into me again.

I let go of the headboard and slid down to the mattress, my legs 
sprawling out behind me.  He followed me down, still trembling with 
aftershocks.  He took his weight on his elbows and showered my back 
and neck with kisses.  Finally, he rolled to the side and I turned my
head 
to face him.  We kissed tenderly and he whispered, "I love you, baby."

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I smiled.  "I love you too, Mulder.  Call me baby in public and you'll
have 
blue balls for months," I said calmly.

He hooted with laughter and pulled me into his embrace.  "When we're 
alone?" he asked.

I laid my head on his chest and snuggled in close.  "Then its fine."

"Good to know."

XXXXXXXXXX

She fell into a deep, sated sleep and I slipped gingerly out of bed.  If
she 
had remained awake, I was going to tell her I wanted to go out for some 
groceries to make dinner later.  As it was, she spared me having to fib.
 I 
left her a note saying I had to run a couple errands and would be back
in 
a couple hours.  I dressed and quietly let myself out of the apartment. 

Jake and I had arranged to meet at 10:00 AM.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
MARRIOTT HOTEL
WASHINGTON, D.C.
ROOM 421
WEDNESDAY - 12:00 PM

I tried to swallow my jitters as I stood outside the door.  I finally
bucked 
up my courage and knocked.  I heard footsteps and then a dead bolt.  
The door opened a couple of inches and her face peered out. 

I smiled at her.  She didn't smile back.  "May I come in?" I asked.

She closed the door, unlatched the chain and swung the door open fully. 


I stepped into the room and my eyes went to the bassinet in the corner 
next to the queen-sized bed.  "How's he doing?" I asked.

I was a bit puzzled by her lack of response to seeing me.  I thought
she'd 
either be angry or excited, one of the two, but this bland expression
had 
me baffled.

"He's fine.  Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, and without your partner," she said suspiciously.  "Do you have 
some news about Jake?  Have you found him?"
 
It was then that it hit me.  She thought I was Agent Mulder, even though
I 
was dressed in blue jeans and a sweatshirt.  I stepped into her and she 
stiffened.  My hands cupped her face and she tried to jerk away.  
"Jennifer," I said softly.

"What's the meaning of this?" she asked, pushing against me.

"I'm not Fox Mulder, Jen.  It's me, Jake."

"JAKE?" she asked with fear and disbelief, pulling out of my grasp.  Her

eyes welled up with tears.

I smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah, they found me.  Or I found them, I'm not
sure 
which."  I looked at the bassinet in the corner.  "I didn't know, Jen."

"I know you didn't."  She wiped at an errant tear with the sleeve of her

turtleneck and I felt my heart melt.  

"I'm sorry, Jen.  I never should have run.  I got scared.  I was falling
in 
love with you and it scared the shit out of me."

She stared at me for a few long moments.  I'm not sure how long, but 
they felt like eternity.  She swallowed hard.  "Are you still scared?"
she 
asked finally.

I nodded.  "Yup.  Frightened out of my mind," I admitted, feeling my own

tears threatened.

"Of what?" 

"That you won't take me back.  That you don't love me the way I love 
you.  That I'll be a horrible father," I broke off.

"You wanna come back?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yeeesss," I hissed.  "Give me another chance, Jen.  Please?"

"Why are you so scared of love?" she asked.

"Can we sit down?" I asked as I took my jacket off and laid it on the 
dresser.
 
She nodded and moved to the bed. I sat next to her and took her hands.  
I'd not talked about this for years, had in fact, tried to deny it had
even 
happened.  I knew without a doubt that if I wanted a life with Jen, I
was 
going to have to tell her everything.  I'd seen the love my brother
shared 
with his partner, and I wanted it with Jennifer in the worst way.

"I fell in love once."  I cleared my throat and said, "Years ago when I
was 
living in the Bay area."

She sat silent, waiting for me to continue.  So I did.  "I loved her
like I'd 
never loved anything or anyone before in my life.  I asked her to marry 
me.  I thought my life was perfect."

"What happened?"

I looked away.  "She was sick and I didn't know it.  She had these dark 
fantasies.  She never even mentioned them to me or gave me a chance.  
Somehow she thought I couldn't make them come true for her.  So she 
went somewhere else to live them out."

"Oh, Jake," she said.  "She cheated on you while she was your
fiancee?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, but that's not the worst part."

"It's not?" she asked.  Her tone implied nothing was worse than that.  

I stared at her hands.  "I guess she associated me with light and him
with 
dark.  Afterwards, she couldn't live with the guilt."

"So she told you?" she asked tentatively, obviously confused.

I licked my lips. "No, Jen.  I wish she had," I said, suddenly feeing
the 
pain of her betrayal again.  "I came home one day and found her."  I 
choked up.  Even now, years later, the memory was so painful, so fresh. 


"Found her?  With her lover?" she asked.

I shook my head and she waited patiently.  I finally took a deep breath 
and raised my eyes to hers.  "I found her dead in my bathtub.  She'd
slit 
her wrists."

"Oh, my GOD!  Jake!" she whispered.  The next thing I knew I was in her 
arms and we were lying on the bed on our sides.  She wrapped herself 
around me, holding tightly as I began to sob, letting it out for the
first time 
in years.  

"I found, I found, I found her diary," I stuttered between sobs.  "She'd

written everything, everything down.  Everything she felt, everything
she 
hated about herself.  GOD!  It tore me to shreds!  She couldn't,
wouldn't 
confide in me.  Oh God, Jen.  She broke my heart!"  

She just held me tighter and rocked me as I cried.  I don't know how
long 
we lay there, but finally I got myself under control.  She rolled away
and 
grabbed up a box of tissues from the nightstand and handed them to me.  
I blew my nose noisily and tossed them into the garbage.  "I'll be right

back," I told her.

I got up and went into the bathroom, running cold water on a face cloth 
and washing my face with it.  It was time for me to move on.  I realized

that I had isolated myself and convinced myself that I didn't want love.
 I 
did, but not the kind of the love I'd had with Alex.  Alex had been
fragile, 
fey in some ways, almost ethereal and my love for her had been the 
same.  The love I felt for Jennifer was much more down to earth and 
grounded in her personality and the way she made me feel.  Jen was like 
a soul mate.  Alex had been a dream-like adventure.  When I felt human 
again, I came back out.  I found her standing by the bassinet with a
little 
blue bundle in her arms.

She turned and smiled at me, her lips quivering.  "Would you like to
hold 
him?" she asked.

I nodded and gasped as she placed him carefully in my arms.  I moved 
over and sat down on the bed, tucking the blanket away from his face.  
He tossed his fists in the air and I felt such a wave of love and some 
unidentifiable emotion crash through me, I found myself crying again.  
Jesus, what was wrong with me?  "He's beautiful," I whispered.

"I think so, but I'm biased," she joked.

I chuckled.  "What did you name him?"  

"Jacob," she said softly.

I looked up at her and smiled through my tears.  I touched his hand with

one finger and he latched on with all five of his, squeezing with
surprising 
strength.  "Jacob," I repeated quietly.  "Wow.  What do you think Jacob?
 
Could you stand to have me around?"

His mother answered for him.  "Yes, daddy, I think I would like that
very 
much."

I kissed his forehead and he began to cry.  I laughed and hiccupped.  "I

think he might beg to differ," I teased.

She chuckled and held out her arms.  I handed him over.  Without 
shyness or embarrassment, she pulled up her turtleneck, and pulled 
down the flap of her maternity bra.  Her lush breast, swollen with milk 
came into view and I gasped.

She smiled.  "Don't get used to them."

I laughed.  "Take your shirt off."  I took the baby, and she pulled her
shirt 
off.  "The bra too," I said, surprised at how husky my voice sounded.  
She hesitated but then undid the clasp and it fell off her shoulders. 
She 
pushed it aside and propped herself up on some pillows against the 
headboard.  I stood up and moved closer, sitting down again and 
handing the baby over to her.  

She took him and fit him under her breast, guiding her swollen nipple to

his mouth.  He latched on and began to suck.  She hissed.  "It hurts 
sometimes when he first latches on," she explained.

I nodded.  "Beautiful," I whispered.

"Yes, he is, isn't he?" she asked, peering up at me from under her 
lashes.

"I meant his mother," I said.

She blushed then as I stared at her, my eyes roaming from her breast to 
her face and back again.  "I love you, Jen," I said quietly.

She looked up.  "Are you sure, Jake?  Because I won't make you stay."

I had just found out that my whole life was a lie, that my birth parents
had 
betrayed me, and I survived.  Love had betrayed me and I'd survived.  
Maybe what I should be afraid of was living without her love.  

I gave her a sad smile.  "I'm sure.  I can't live in fear of being
betrayed for 
the rest of my life.  I can't promise you I'll never be afraid, but I do
love 
you, so much."

She blinked rapidly.  "I love you too, Jake."

"Enough to become Mrs. Winters?" I asked in whisper.

Her head shot up again and her eyes pierced into me.  "You mean it?" 
she asked.

I stood up and went to retrieve my jacket from the dresser.  I extracted

my latest purchase, a small velvet box, and returned to the bed.  I sat 
close to her, my right hip touching her left. 

She gasped as I held it up.  I flipped open the lid and she gasped
again.  
"Will you marry me, Jennifer Quist?"

"Yes," she squeaked out, trying not to cry.  I picked up her left hand. 


"We could wait till I'm done feeding the baby," she suggested.

I looked at him cradled in her right arm, suckling contentedly at her
bare 
breast.  "No, this is perfect," I said, and plucked the ring out of the
box 
and slid it onto her ring finger.

Her fingers curled into a fist and then unfolded.  She held it up to
look at 
it.  It was a three-carat square diamond in a platinum setting.  It had
cost 
me a fortune this morning at Kay's Jewelers, but I didn't care.  I had 
money, squirreled away from years of being a bachelor and living in a 
simple apartment in San Diego while owing rental property in Oakland.   
Now I had my parents' house, my trust fund money, plus my savings 
from my job over the last fifteen years.  "It's beautiful," she said.

"So are you," I said, and leaned forward carefully.  I didn't want to
jostle 
the baby.  I kissed her softly on the lips and I felt the magic that
flared 
between us so long ago.  "How long?" I groaned.

"Before I can have sex?" she asked, obviously amused.

"Yeah."

"At least a month, maybe six weeks."

I groaned again.

She laughed.  "I think I might be able to take care of you before that."

My eyes widened and I asked, "What did you have in mind, Ms. Quist?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I haven't sucked on a lollipop in a long time," she 
teased.

I groaned in mock frustration again.  "You trying to kill me?" I asked.

She smiled a wicked smile at me.  "Nope, but when I'm done here, I'm 
going to blow you so hard, you won't remember your own name."

I rolled off the bed and plunked onto the ground, holding my hands up.  
"Mercy!"

She laughed.  I laughed.  I knew everything was going to be all right.

XXXXXXXXXX
DUFFY'S SEAFOOD HUT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 6:00 PM

We waited in the booth and were beginning to wonder if they were going 
to show up when the bell above the door tinkled.  We looked over and 
saw them.  As Jake crossed the floor, one hand on Jennifer's back, the 
other holding the baby in a car seat, I saw several people do double 
takes as they looked from Jake to Mulder.  Jake and Jennifer slid into
the 
booth and smiled.  "Hi, sorry we're late.  We got caught in a little
traffic 
jam out there.  There was an accident on K Street," he explained.

"No problem, we haven't ordered," I said.

Mulder signaled the waiter and he hustled over to the table, pad in
hand.  
He looked from Jake to Mulder and back again about three times before 
he said, "Man, thought I was seeing double there for a minute.  Then I 
remembered I don't drink on the job."

We all laughed, and Jennifer rolled her eyes at me.  He took our order 
and retreated to the kitchen.  I noticed the surreptitious stares of
several 
other patrons who were staring and trying not to get caught at it.

Jake raised his eyebrows.  "Is this what it's going to be like?" he
asked.

Jennifer smiled.  "I think you'd better get used to it."

We talked over dinner.  They told us of their engagement and we 
ordered a celebratory dessert.  I felt a little sadness watching
Jennifer 
with the baby, but I tried to tamp it down.  

Jake finally looked at Mulder over dessert and said, "Can you tell me 
about our parents?"

Mulder went still, his fork halfway to his mouth.  After a couple of 
seconds, he put it down and dabbed his mouth with his napkin.  "What 
do you want to know?" he asked.

Jake shrugged.  "If it isn't the right time, I understand."

"No, it's all right.  I just wasn't ready for that question," Mulder
replied.  
"Let's see.  Dad worked for the Department of Justice, Mom was a 
professional socialite.  Samantha was born when I was four years old.  
Everybody loved her."

I looked at Mulder and realized how little love and affection he'd had
in 
his life.  I'd always blamed Teena Mulder for that.  Now, I wondered if 
Teena had never truly bonded with Mulder because he reminded her of 
the loss of her other son every time she looked at him.

"Yeah, I was going to ask about her too.  Ms. MacIntyre was pretty vague

about that and we didn't really get a chance to get into it the other
night.  
I sensed you weren't comfortable telling me about Samantha in front of 
her."

Mulder nodded.  "Frankly, I think she was more uncomfortable than we 
were.  Did you see her reaction when I mentioned Sam?"

He shook his head.  "No, I'm afraid I was too busy being overwhelmed 
looking at you."

They both laughed.  "I don't know.  She looked uncomfortable.  I have a 
feeling she knows something about the fate of our sister and has some 
guilt over it or something," Mulder said.

"Possible.  So, parents first," Jake coaxed.

"Not much to tell.  Things were all right until I was twelve.  Then 
Samantha was abducted."

"She was kidnapped?" he asked.

"No, abducted, by aliens," Mulder corrected him.

I watched him try to hold back a snide comment.  

Mulder just stared at him.  "I know that's hard to accept, but believe
me.  
I watched it happen.  I was paralyzed.  I couldn't do anything to stop
it.  
There was so much light, and she just laid on her back, levitated into
the 
air and floated right out the window," he said. 

He was looking at something over Jake's shoulder and I knew that he 
wasn't really seeing anything.  He was reliving it.  I watched a tear
trickle 
down his cheek.  "I couldn't stop it.  I couldn't do a thing.  I was
supposed 
to be watching her.  I didn't save her.  I didn't do a God damned thing
to 
save her," he finished.  He looked down and was silent for a few 
moments.

Jake said, "You were twelve.  What could you have possibly done?"

Mulder looked up at him and shrugged.  "I don't know.  I just always
felt 
like I should have done something."

"Why?"  With amazing insight, he asked, "Who made you think that?"

Mulder held his gaze for another moment and said, "They blamed me."

"They?  Teena and Bill Mulder?" he clarified.

Mulder nodded.  "Yes.  Or, being twelve at the time and hearing the 
words, 'You were supposed to be watching her,' felt like an accusation. 

They both treated me like it was."  He paused and then added, "I 
believed them."

"No!" Jake said immediately.  "That's fucking ridiculous.  You were a
kid 
yourself.  If they were responsible parents and had any inkling of
danger, 
they never would have left you two alone in the first place."

Mulder looked at him.  "Why do you think they were aware of any 
danger?"

Jake licked his lips, so like Mulder's it was unnerving.  "They gave me 
away, didn't they?" he asked calmly.

An expression I couldn't interpret came over Mulder's face.  "I never 
thought about that."

Jake nodded.  "Of course not.  You didn't know about me.  If what you 
told me last night was true, then this Dr. Sumner claims that they gave 
me away to keep me safe.  Ergo, at least our father had some inkling 
that his children might be in danger in the future.  Now, perhaps he
didn't 
know when the danger would come, but I think, if it were me, I would 
have hired a nursemaid and made damn sure my kids weren't alone very 
often until they were grown."

I sighed.  "We can't prepare for every contingency.  You'll find out. 
You 
have a child now.  As much as we want to protect the ones we love from 
everything in the world that might harm them, it's impossible to prepare

for everything," I interjected. 

We all looked at the baby.  "Sounds like you speak from experience, 
Agent Scully," he said.

I swallowed.  "Dana, please.  Yes, I do.  I lost a daughter.  It was the

single most harrowing experience of my life."

"I'm so sorry," Jennifer said with genuine remorse.

I smiled at her.  "Then there's trying to look after Mulder," I quipped,

trying to lighten the mood.  They chuckled, so did Mulder.  "That's a
full 
time job.  This man can get himself into trouble quicker than you can 
blink."

Jake asked, "Couldn't you have more children?"

I knew I looked stricken and tried to recompose my face.

Mulder answered for me.  "That's no longer an option for us.   
Unfortunately, some of those bastards from that shadow government we 
talked about last night deprived her of that.  They stole her ova."

Jake opened his mouth to ask a question and I held up my hand.  "It's 
more than I want to get into tonight.  Can we leave that discussion for 
another time?"

"Yes, of course.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to pry," Jake said
immediately.

"Don't worry about it, but I think there are enough stories that need to
be 
told, that this one can wait."  I was grateful Mulder hadn't launched
into 
the story of Emily.  Jake was already having a hard time with the fact
that 
we believed in aliens.

He nodded, and the conversation continued.  Mulder told Jake about 
their parents' divorce and being shuffled off to boarding school, and
then 
going to college at Oxford, being recruited into the FBI and spending
his 
life searching for Samantha and exploring the paranormal.

"Whew," Jake whistled when Mulder finally ground to a halt.  I could
tell 
he was enjoying having someone new to talk to.  

"A lot to take in, huh?" Mulder asked.

"Yeah, you could say that.  Just the fact that you exist is a lot to
take in 
without all the family intrigue," Jake shot back.

Mulder said, "As much as I'd like to tell you all our life stories
tonight, 
there simply isn't time.  Not to mention my own curiosity about YOUR 
life."
 
"I understand.  Jen's tired and the baby is going to need to eat soon. 
We 
should probably get back.  We've decided to stay for a while though. 
I'd 
like to meet with you some more.  We certainly have plenty to talk 
about."

"Yes, we do," Mulder agreed.  "Where will you be staying?"

"The Marriott," he said.

Mulder shook his head.  "Stay at my place."

Jake was shaking his head when I cut in, "Yeah, it won't be a problem.  
Mulder stays with me most of the time anyway.  I can't guarantee that 
you won't find something growing in the refrigerator, but other than
that, 
you could be comfortable there for as long as you needed to be."

They laughed.  "That's really generous of you," Jennifer said.

I said, "Stay at the hotel tonight.  Give us till noon tomorrow to clean
up 
the place and then we'll come get you."

"No need to clean it," Jennifer added.

Mulder immediately said, "Yes, there is.  Trust me on this."

The two men grinned at each other and Jake nodded.  "I know how bad 
bachelor pads can get, believe me.  We'll wait for your call.  Are you 
sure?"

"Positive," Mulder and I said in unison.

"In that case, I'll get the check," Jake said.

"No, that's ridiculous," I said.

Jake smiled.  "Don't worry about it.  I'm loaded," he joked.

We all laughed and Mulder slid out of the booth and I followed.  He
stuck 
out his hand to Jake.  "In that case Bro, pay up," he teased.

Jake laughed and pulled him into a hug.  I could tell Mulder was 
surprised but he only hesitated a second and then hugged him back, 
giving him a manly whap on the back.  They separated and I noticed 
others were staring now.  "Let's get out of here before we provide a 
photo op for somebody," I said.

Jennifer laughed and slid out of the booth, towing the baby's car seat 
behind her.  She took Jake's hand and they went to the register to pay, 
while we headed for the door.  Mulder waved over his shoulder and then 
pushed us out into the cool, night air.


PART 9 (PG-13)
OAKWOOD APARTMENTS
501 N. ROOSEVELT BLVD.
FALLS CHURCH, VA
APARTMENT 52-B
THURDAY - 5:00 PM

It was 1972 and I was innocent and na=EFve as only a child of eight can
be.  
I didn't know it then, as I railed against my restrictions with
childlike 
grandiosity and sureness that I deserved better, but I lived in the lap
of 
luxury.  Unfortunately, as human beings, one of the things that allows
us 
to experience great joy is our capacity to experience and survive its' 
exact opposite.  The opposite is named misery.

Misery is what I experienced from 1972 to 1978 as evil creatures or
their 
minions poked, prodded, cut, injected and tested my tender body as it 
grew from a child into a teenager.  Creatures of extraordinary power had

taken me.  They weren't human, and therefore, experienced nothing akin 
to human emotion.  They had objectives and orders that needed to be 
fulfilled.  They could not see past their objective to have empathy or 
sympathy for the pain they caused in their victims.  Yes, I was victim,
a 
victim of their science.  They kept me alive, but nothing more.  Once in

their clutches, living in a 10 x 8 cell, I came to realize that my past
life 
was the lap of luxury, and this was hell.

Hell was not fire and brimstone.  The devil didn't have horns, an 
arrowhead tail, and red skin.  No, the devil was an evil being that
usually 
came to me as an enormous brute of a man.  He could morph into 
anyone he wanted to be, or show his real self, a gigantic head with
black 
eyes sitting atop what appeared to be a fragile body.  Looks can be 
deceiving as I found out quickly the first time I tried to resist.  Hell
was an 
eight by ten foot cell of silver metal with a hole in the corner for
waste 
and a basin with motion sensors to dispense water, motion sensors to 
dispense hot air to dry you, motion sensors for soap.  Hell was being 
injected with liquids that made your blood boil and your veins feel as
if 
they were on fire.  Hell was feeling a metal object inserted into your 
anus, vagina and mouth seemingly only to measure your depth and 
width.  

There was one reprieve and one only.  They allowed me to read.  No one 
taught me, or explained anything, but books from my world were 
provided, and when conscious, I read with a voracious appetite.  I 
consistently asked for more and more complicated subject matter.  They 
never answered, but the next day, a book on the subject of my choice, 
sometimes several, would appear.  This was my entertainment, my 
schooling, my amusement, and my savior from insanity.  It reminded me 
that there was a world out there waiting for me to return.

No one had to tell me we weren't on earth.  The gravity was lighter here

and a daily exercise program was required to keep my muscles from 
atrophying in the reduced gravity environment.  Failing to cooperate was

not an option.  I soon found that even exercise could be a form of Hell.

XXXXXXXXXX
1978

When I was fourteen, I knew something was afoot.  They were jabbering 
audibly, in their language.  I had never been able to understand it, but

the excitement was palpable.  While strapped to a table and being tested

one day, I'd seen women brought in, full-grown women.  I was glad not to

be alone anymore, but it didn't last for long.  The monsters used them
for 
their experiments and then they were gone.  Seeing them made me 
yearn for my own mother.  I'd never realized just how much she meant to 
me until she was no longer there.  Same thing went for my brother.  He 
had been such a pain in my ass, so arrogant and sure of himself at the 
ripe, old age of twelve.  I'd even said I hated him at times and taunted

him over his stupid name.  At that point, I would have given everything,

even my life, to see him one more time and say that I was sorry and that

I loved him.  

I knew when we landed.  The feel in the air changed.  My body felt heavy

and cumbersome.  The return of earth's gravity was crushing my body, or 
it felt that way.  A brute, as I called them, appeared in human form and

said, "Come with me.  You must be in your gravity for a while to regain 
your strength."

I was way past the point where I argued with them.  I had enough 
common sense to learn to cooperate without question.  I was smart, too, 
I knew that.  Although, I had nothing to compare it to, I knew that I
was 
reading adult books, college level textbooks and the like.  I had
nothing 
better to do than cram my head full of useless information that I might 
never use, but hey, it passed the time.

So, I took the brute's hand and was led into an elevator type tube.  I
felt 
the world spin and I blacked out.  The brute told me not to say anything

about my previous 'hosts' and I was sent to live with a foster family
for a 
short time.  After my first escape attempt, I was gathered up and
injected 
with something.  

Next time I awoke, I was in a small apartment.  There were two 
bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room, and no windows.  Living alone 
did have its advantages.  I enjoyed the long, hot showers for a change. 

However, I soon grew bored and fixated on escaping again.

I began to plot my next escape, but it didn't look like I was going to
be 
able to pull it off.  I looked, believe me, I looked.  The one door in
and out 
of my prison was locked.  I turned the place upside down looking for a 
key and there was none.  It was just a keyhole, unable to be opened 
from the inside.  I had just traded one jail for another.

My spirits sank but thoughts of escape would not leave me alone.  I
often 
wondered if anyone would find the diary that I had hidden in the wall of

the house I had shared with Cassandra and Jeffery.  I wondered if they 
even missed me.  The brute returned every night with food and books.  I 
asked what to do if there was an emergency.  He'd stared at me and 
hadn't answered.  That night he'd returned with a phone to wire into the

jack I had previously ignored.  He also had a notebook and inside it was

the name and phone number of a man.  He'd simply said, "If there is an 
emergency with your health, ask the operator to call this man.  He will 
come to your aid."  That was it.

The days passed and I was fairly content.  At least the experiments 
weren't happening here, and I could feel the aches and pains of my 
captivity fading away as my body was given time to rest and heal in my 
natural environment.  Then one day I got my period, and I honestly
didn't 
know what was happening.  I feel stupid thinking about it now, but at
the 
time, it was no joke.  No one had ever explained this to me.  I thought
I 
was bleeding to death.  I called the operative monitoring the phone and 
asked for the man, identified only as 'Charles'.  When he answered, I
told 
him I was bleeding and didn't know why.

He came right away, was there in ten minutes, in fact.  I was sitting in
the 
living room, terrified, rocking back and forth when he entered.  He
rushed 
to me, setting the key on the coffee table.  He stunk of cigarette smoke

and had a cold, calculating look.  He asked where I was bleeding.  

I blushed and pointed to my crotch, saying my 'pee-pee' was bleeding.  
Obviously, human anatomy or gynecology was never a subject I had 
thought to ask for a book on.  The relief on his face was palpable.  He 
said to stay put and he would be right back.  Amazingly, in about
fifteen 
minutes he returned with a box of tampons, a box of maxi pads and a 
small booklet on the female reproductive system.  He told me to go to
the 
bathroom and follow the instructions.  Now he seemed to be the one 
embarrassed.  

I did as I was told and felt relief that I wasn't dying.  I fumbled but 
managed to insert the small white tube and put the thing inside me.  I'd

dragged my book bag in there with me.  I took it everywhere.  I pulled
an 
old tee shirt and a pair of shorts out of the hamper, grabbed a 
toothbrush, toothpaste and a brush and stuffed them into the book bag 
along with a handful of the supplies Charles had brought.  It already 
contained the latest five books the brute had brought me.

I exited the bathroom with my eyes lowered and he said, "You'll be fine 
now.  It will only last a few days and then stop.  However, this will 
happen every month now.  Read that booklet so you know what to 
expect."

I nodded, still looking down, and noticed the key on the coffee table 
again.  He then said, "I need to call Brian and let him know you're all 
right."

"Brian?" I asked, from behind my fall of hair.

He cocked his head to the side, looked at me directly for the first time

since returning, and asked, "He never gave you the name he uses?"

I shook my head.  "No," I said quietly.

"What do you call him?" he asked.

"Brute," I said.

He had laughed then, actually laughed and said, "Well, his name is 
Brian.  I will tell him I gave you his name."  He went to the phone in
the 
kitchen and picked up the one phone the brute had installed in the
place.

The breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the living room and you 
could see everything from there.  My eyes kept straying to the key. 
Then 
he made his second critical error.  The first, of course was leaving the

key on the coffee table, confident of my compliance.  The second big 
mistake he made was also due to his over confidence.  He obviously 
didn't want me to overhear his conversation with the brute.  He turned
his 
back on me, hunching over the counter and receiver, hissing and 
whispering into the phone like the snake he really was.  

Two seconds after his back was turned, I grabbed the key, picked up my 
backpack and snuck to the door.  I was fully dressed in jeans and a tee 
shirt and had already slipped into my tennis shoes in the bathroom.  I 
quietly inserted the key in the hole and turned it slowly.  I heard a
click 
and gasped, glancing at him, but he obviously hadn't heard either noise.
 
I opened the door carefully, just enough to slip through and slipped out

into daylight.

The light hurt my eyes, but I carefully closed and locked the door
behind 
me.    I looked around at the row of identical houses until I saw a
sign, 
"April Air Force Base."

Then I ran.  I was on the first floor, thank God, my body couldn't have 
taken many stairs in the condition I was in.  I ran, and ran, and ran,
until 
my side hurt and my chest felt like it was going to collapse. 
Eventually, I 
reached an eight-foot high chain link fence and my spirits dropped
again.  
I followed it a ways and there was a gate, but it was pad locked.  I
looked 
up, thinking of scaling the fence when a soldier appeared.  

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

Just then a bus went by, a yellow school bus.  I recognized it from one
of 
my books long since read.  I watched it fade and pointed.  "Mister, I 
missed my bus.  Please, let me out, I missed my bus."

"You missed the school bus?"

"Yes!"

"It picks you up at the main gate.  Why are you way down here?"

"I ran to catch it, hoping they would see me.  Look, mister, my father
will 
kill me.  I have to get to school.  Please don't tell!" I whined.

He took pity on me, radioed to a friend that was off duty and opened the

gate for me.  A Private Jenkins pulled up in a beat up, old station
wagon 
and said, "Get in kid."

I hopped in and he said, "Where to?"

I didn't know.  I nearly panicked but then looked at him as if he were 
stupid and said, "The closest one, man."

He snorted and took me to the nearest middle school.  I thanked him and 
waved as he drove off.  Then I slung my backpack on my back and 
wearing jeans, a tee shirt and carting my current favorite five books, I

snuck into the school and wandered around until I found a girls locker 
room.  I went in and while the girls were showering, I found some open 
lockers.  I stole a lined leather jacket.  I slipped out quietly and
headed 
into the woods behind the school.

Hours later I was so lost and hungry it was ridiculous.  I sat down and 
cried until I heard the baying of hound dogs and panicked.  I got up and

ran and ran and ran again.  I thought fate had finally intervened in my 
favor.  I could see another street ahead.  I had found the edge of the 
forest.  I got so excited that I wasn't paying attention.  I tripped on
a tree 
root and fell.  I hit my head on the ground and everything went black.

When I woke up I was in another hospital bed, only I knew something 
was different.  A nurse came in and called the doctor when she realized
I 
was awake.  She said my father had been called.  I asked, "My father?"

"Yes, dear.  We found this in your book bag," she said, holding up the 
notebook with the man's name on it.  Charles.  'Oh no,' was my only 
thought.

"Do you know where you are, dear?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"You're in Dominic Savio Memorial Hospital in Victorville, California. 
The 
police brought you in after finding you in the woods, hypothermic from 
exposure.  We've fixed you right up though.  Now, young lady, are you 
hungry?"

I told her I was and stuffed myself with the food she brought me, even 
though it nearly made me sick.  I had no idea when I might eat again.  I

needed my strength back.  I was away from the brutes, but I still wasn't

free.  I couldn't quit trying.

Fate intervened again, this time on my side.  The man that appeared was 
not the smelly, cigarette smoking man.  This man was probably one of 
them but at least he looked at me with a kindly expression.  He said,
"If 
you want to escape, come with me.  If they ask, I'm your father.  My 
name is Martin MacIntyre.  You're Samantha MacIntyre.  Got it?"  I 
nodded and he asked if I had anything else besides my book bag.  I told 
him no.  I dressed hastily while he turned his back. 

He took my hand and walked to the nurse's station.  He signed papers 
releasing me into his custody and we left the hospital.  I wanted to
run, to 
hide, and get away as fast as possible, but he explained to me that we 
needed to look normal, casual.  No one would remember us if we didn't 
seem out of place.  We got into a Lincoln with tinted windows and drove 
on through the night.  I had no idea how long I'd been in the hospital. 
I 
didn't care.  I didn't know who this man was, or where he was taking me 
and I didn't care.  All I knew was I wasn't going back to my captivity. 
I'd 
kill myself first.

We got a hotel and slept all day.  Then we traveled again all night.  I 
asked where we were and he told me we were in northern California, 
eventually heading for Washington State.  He said he worked with 
Charles, and had answered the phone in his office when it rang.  He 
happened to be in there, and Charles wasn't.  He'd heard of my escape 
and decided to intervene.  I hadn't asked any more questions.

Two days later, we arrived in Washington State.  We had driven through 
the mountains, through areas of majestic views and desolate backwoods 
areas.  Nature, oh how I had missed it!  I could tell he was taking me 
somewhere remote.  Eventually, after turning onto a back road, off a 
back road, off a back road, we arrived at our destination.

I'd looked around in fascination at the circle of ten old houses that
used 
the center area between them as a common front yard.  We were really 
in the middle of nowhere.  He told me to stay in the car.  Of course, I 
didn't.  I followed at a distance and hid on the side of the house as he

rapped on a door.

I couldn't see her, but a woman answered.  As soon as she spoke, I 
knew it was a woman.  "Well, well, well, well," she said sarcastically. 
"To 
what do I owe the privilege?" she asked.

He sighed heavily.  "Shona, please, I need your help."

"You, the great and mighty CIA agent, need MY help?  Whatever can I 
do for you, Martin?"

"Can we drop the sarcasm for a few minutes, please, Sis?"

"You're serious," she stated simply.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?  Look, I've sent you money; I've never
told 
the folks where you are.  I realize we don't agree on a lot of things,
but I 
need your help."

"For what?" she asked.

"Not for me, actually, but if you do this for me, I'll owe you big
time."

There was silence for a few moments and she said, "I like the idea of my

big brother owing me."  She paused.  "Big Time," she added.

He chuckled.  "I thought you would.  It's no small thing I'm going to
ask.  
It's actually a big thing, Shona."

"Spit it out," she demanded.

"I need you to take in a young girl."

"WHAT?" she nearly screeched.

"She's 14, very smart, quiet, and a real book worm.  She needs shelter."

"Shelter," she said carefully.  "Does this have anything to do with the 
fucking government?" she asked.

"I know you hate the government," he stated simply.

"That you work for," she added unnecessarily.

"Yes, we know this.  Yes, it has to do with the government.  I know how 
you love to thwart them."

"Yes, I do," she said.

There was silence for almost a minute and then the man said, "Well, this

would be a real kick in their teeth.  Shona, if you don't take her, and
they 
find her, she will be killed."

I nearly gasped, wondering if that was true, or if he was just telling
the 
woman that to get her to accept.  This could be my new home, I realized,

looking around.

"Bastards," she hissed.  "Does this have to do with those fucking alien 
experiments?"

He was silent.

"Don't be coy with me, Martin.  I know there are aliens, I know there is

dangerous technology in the hands of megalomaniac assholes, and I 
know those bastards are experimenting with shit they don't understand 
and have no business tampering with.  Now tell me, is this about those 
fucking alien experiments?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"You have her here, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, she's in the car," he answered.

I took that as my cue and raced back to the car, leaning against the 
passenger side casually.  I hadn't stayed in the car and that was bad 
enough.  I didn't want him to know that I'd been eavesdropping too.

They rounded the corner of the house and approached the car.  I 
straightened up as if I'd been standing there patiently and walked 
towards the front of the car.  

The woman was beautiful.  She was younger than him.  He was probably 
around 40 years old.  She was probably around 30.  He was in a suit and 
she was in a gauze skirt and a tie-dyed tee shirt.  What a contrast they

made.  I smiled at her.  "Hi," I said quietly.

She blinked rapidly.  "They've hurt you, haven't they?" she asked.

I simply nodded. 

"How old are you?" she asked.

Was this a test?  I'd heard him tell her.  "I'm 14, Ma'am."

She laughed.  "Oh please, call me Shona.  How old were you when they 
took you?" she asked.

"I was eight," I told her truthfully.

"Jesus H. Christ, Martin!"  She glared at her brother.

He bit his lip.  "I know.  I can't save them all, Shona, but if you help
me, 
we could save THIS one.  Please, I'm begging you."  He looked at the 
ground.

She put her hand on my shoulder.  "Get your stuff."

Martin let out the breath he was holding.  

I ran back to the car and pulled out my book bag.  

She asked, "That's it?"

I nodded.  

"Very well, come with me."

I followed her and Martin followed us both.  We entered the house and 
she showed me to an empty room.  It had a dresser, a bed and a closet.  
It was small, but she told me it was mine and at that moment, it looked 
like paradise.  It had a window!  Just being able to see outside seemed 
like such a blessing.

I heard them in the kitchen as I took my books out and placed them 
carefully on the dresser.  She said, "Do you have papers?"

"Yes.  In this envelope there is a fake birth certificate, social
security card 
and birth record from a Washington hospital and as much cash as I could 
get without raising suspicions.  Anyone asks, she's your daughter."

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this," she said.

"Time to practice what you teach, sis," he replied.

"Fuck you," was her only response.

There had been a few moments of silence again and then he said, "I 
appreciate it, Shona, no matter what you think.  I'm one of the good 
guys."

She didn't answer him and a few seconds later, I heard the screen door 
slam as he left.  I stood there, looking out the window as his car
pulled 
back down the dirt road, dust flying out behind it.  It was the last
time I 
would see him for four more years.

The woman entered my room and said, "Do you know where you are?"

"Washington," I said.

"That's right.  Do you know what this place is?"

"No," I said simply.

"It's a hippie commune," she told me.

"He's your brother?" I asked.

She laughed.  "He doesn't admit that to many people."

She struck a match and took a long pull on a hand-rolled cigarette.  
"What's that?" I asked.

She smiled.  "It's a joint.  Wanna try it?"

"Yes," I said.

She handed it to me and I took a small puff, choked like crazy while she

laughed and then handed it back to her.  We smiled at each other.

So began my life in a hippie commune, cut off from the real world.  At
my 
request, she got me newspapers and books.  For a pothead, she was 
really quite smart.  She home schooled me and taught me about life, and 
boys and how fucked up the government was.  I met the others in the 
commune and lived my life there for four years.

I turned 18 and began to think about reentering the world.  Shona didn't

like the idea at all.  She had really come to think of me as her
daughter, 
and I'd come to think of her as my mother.  However, all things must end

sometime, and it was time for me to move on.

Then it happened.  My idealistic, isolated existence came to an abrupt 
halt when four soldiers appeared, banging on the doors, bursting in and 
searching the falling down homes.  Shona tried to smuggle me out the 
back, but they caught me and dragged me back into the house.  Shona 
was fighting them and losing, screaming like a wildcat.  She broke free 
and started to run to me and they shot her in the back.  I watched the 
blood cover her shirt, the look of surprise on her face.  She fell and I

watched her die on the floor in front of me.  I wailed and leaped for
her, 
breaking out of my captor's arms.  He let me go.  I knelt on the floor
with 
her head in my lap, weeping and rocking.  Without warning, Martin and a 
young man I'd never seen before burst in the door and started shooting. 


When the smoke cleared, four soldiers lay dead around us, and Shona 
was dead in my lap.  Other men appeared and carted off the soldiers.  
Martin cried silently while looking at his sister and then said, "Pack
your 
stuff.  It's no longer safe for you here."

I packed and left with him.  He put me up in a hotel and showed up the 
next day with a birth certificate, social security card, drivers
license, 
dossier on my history of grammar, middle, high school and college, none 
of which I'd ever attended.  

Everything had the same name on it.  Shona MacIntyre.  The woman 
who raised me as her own was dead, but she was reborn in me and I 
was determined to fight for her.  Her death would not be in vain.

A week later I was in an academy that trained agents for the CIA.  
Having no better ideas for myself, I went along for the ride, figuring I

could leave any time I wanted.  I'd lived a fairly rugged existence for
the 
last four years and found the physical training easy.  Some subjects
were 
difficult, but for the most part, I found the intellectual portions
stimulating 
rather than difficult.  I often ended up helping other students.


PART 10 (R)
OAKWOOD APARTMENTS
501 N. ROOSEVELT BLVD.
FALLS CHURCH, VA
APARTMENT 52-B
THURSDAY - 7:00 PM

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door.  I looked out the 
peephole to see Conroy standing there.  My partner, Conroy Phillips, 
was the one person in the world I completely trusted.  I smiled and 
opened the door. 

He stepped in and embraced me.  "How's the Lion today?" I teased, 
using his code name.

He grinned.  "Doing splendiferous, darling.  I miss you."
 
"I know, I'm sorry.  I'll be back in on Monday.  I needed to get Fox and

Jake settled."  He followed me towards the couch.

He sighed.  "Are you going to tell them?"

"Yes, I think so."

"You THINK so?  Yesterday you were sure you were going to."

"I'm afraid of upsetting the status quo."

"Finding out Fox has a twin isn't upsetting the status quo?  I think
it's a 
little late for that, don't you?"

I looked him in the eye.  "You're the only one I'd admit this to," I
began.

"Admit what?" he asked.

I ran my fingers through his long, blond hair that fell to his
shoulders.  
"I'm scared."

He smiled gently at me.  "It's time.  Time for them, time for you.  I
think 
finding Jake is a sign."

I laughed.  "You and your damn SIGNS.  You sound like Fox."

"You need this, Shona," he said softly.

"I know.  I will tell them."

"Tomorrow," he stressed.

"O.K., tomorrow."

"Promise?" he said, moving his head away as I tried to kiss him.

I frowned.  "Oh, all right.  I'll buck up my courage.  I'll tell them
tomorrow."  
I paused as he continued to stare at me.  "Oh, all right!  I promise!"

He smiled again and then allowed me to kiss him.  We made out for 
several minutes and I was seriously considering stripping him naked 
when his cell phone rang.

"Damn it," he cursed, disengaging from me. 

He answered it, "Phillips."

I watched as his eyes narrowed as he listened.  Those blue eyes got me 
every time.  "Shona too?"  He paused.  "Right, I'm on my way."

He hung up.  "Sorry, baby.  I've been summoned."

"By whom?"

"The big boys, the Deputy Director.  Hope its not bad news."

"They don't want me to come?" I asked, thinking that was strange.

"Nope, just me this time.  I'll let you know what it's about as soon as
I 
know.  Maybe because you actually took a vacation, they decided not to 
bother you.  I'll take that as a good sign, that it isn't something bad
or 
serious, or they'd call you in regardless."  He kissed me hard.  "I'll
call 
you later."

"Right, bye," I said, kissing my fingers and pressing them to his lips. 
He 
nipped at my finger playfully and turned to leave. 

As he opened the door, he said, "Tell them, baby.  You'll feel better."

I nodded and he left, closing the door softly behind him.  I went into
the 
kitchen and put the water on for tea.  I got out the tea and a mug.  Not

five minutes later, there was another knock on the door.  

I laughed out loud and swung the door open, asking, "Conroy, what did 
you forget?"

Then I gasped as I saw a needle streak towards my arm.  "Shit!" I 
screamed, lashing out, trying to kick.  I felt a pinch and could no
longer 
control my arms.  I felt my vision fade.  "Fuck, careless," I muttered,
and 
fell into nothingness.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SATURDAY - 7:00 PM

Jake and Jennifer had come over for dinner.  I was finding out that we 
had a lot in common, despite having been raised separately.  I felt
closer 
to him than ever.  Jake's life hadn't been without its ups and downs.  
Some might even say it was spooky.  We had just finished and were 
having coffee in the living room when the doorbell rang.

I got up to answer it, peeking through the peephole.  A man with 
shoulder length, blonde hair stood there, wearing all black, nervously 
running his fingers through his hair.  "Scully," I said.

The tone of my voice put her on alert.  "What?" she asked, standing up.

"Get my weapon," I said.  "Jake, Jennifer, in the bedroom."

Jennifer and Jake gasped, grabbed the baby in his car seat and went 
down the hall without asking any questions.

Scully slipped my weapon into the hand that I held behind my back.  I 
glanced at her and she was holding hers.  She backed up to the sofa, 
turned to present the smallest profile but have clear vision of the
entire 
entry and casually hung her right arm behind her hip.  She nodded.  God,

I loved this woman.

I stepped away from the front of the door and opened it without taking 
the chain off.  "Who are you?" I asked.

"Conroy Phillips," he answered.

"So?" I asked, the name not ringing any bells.

"I need to talk to Fox Mulder," he said.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Tiger's partner."

"I.D.," I demanded.  He reached in his jacket pocket and I tensed.  All
he 
did, though, was draw out his badge and hold it up to the crack of the 
open door.  I looked it over carefully.  It looked legitimate.  "All
right, one 
second."

I closed the door, slipped my weapon into my belt.  I looked over my 
shoulder at Scully.  She was still holding her hidden weapon, but 
nodded.  I undid the chain and opened the door, keeping my body 
behind it.  He stepped over the threshold and I slammed the door, 
making him jump.  Scully brought up her weapon and trained it on him. 

I stepped behind him, my back to the door.  "Hands up!" I demanded.

He complied without protest, eyeing Scully.  Her hands were steady as a 
rock as I patted him down. I removed a weapon from his waist holster 
and one from his ankle.  I popped the cartridge out of his automatic 
Glock, and two bullets out of the derringer from his ankle.  I slipped
the 
bullets into my pocket and jammed the cartridge into my waistband next 
to my own weapon.

I put the guns on a small table by the door and said, "Sit down on the 
couch."

He did and Scully backed away from the couch, sticking her gun in her 
jean belt, but in front where she could get it easily.  I stood at the
end of 
the couch with my hands on my hips.  "I'm Fox Mulder.  What do you 
want?"

"I need your help," he said.

"With what?"

"They've got Tiger."

"What?  Who has her?"

"She was kidnapped.  I saw her last Thursday night.  Clever bastards 
summoned me to the Company, telling me that the brass wanted to see 
me.  When I got there, no one knew what the fuck I was talking about.  I

let it go to one of those bureaucratic blunders and went home.  I tried
to 
call her but she didn't answer.  I figured she'd either gone to bed
early or 
come over here to talk."

"Go on."

"I couldn't reach her all day yesterday.  I finally went to her place
last 
night.  I have a key.  Nothing was disturbed, but she was gone.  I still

didn't think much of it, I knew she coming to see you."

"So?" I said, not letting on that I hadn't seen her yesterday.

"So today I got a note saying if I wanted to see her alive again, I
needed 
to bring you to the Baltimore Storage Co., on 2600 North Charles Street 
in Maryland."  He was looking more frantic as he spoke.  He stood up 
and faced me.  "You have to help me!"

I stared at him.  "Why?"

"WHY?  I know those Consortium bastards have her, but I can't do this 
alone and I can't bring in anyone in the Company.  I need help.  I need 
you!"  He spun to look at Scully.  "I need you too, as back up.  Please 
help me save her."

Scully glanced at me.  "Why should we help Shona MacIntyre?"

"Doesn't she mean anything to you?  She brought you and Jake together 
for God sakes.  She didn't have to do that.  She loves you.  Don't you
get 
it?"

"No, I don't get it.  I appreciate everything she's done for us, but I
still 
don't get why I should help you, put my life and my partner's life on
the 
line?  What's this nonsense about 'she loves me'?"

He stared at me incredulously.  "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" I asked, getting frustrated with this.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" he asked. 

Jake and Jennifer appeared at the end of the hallway.  "What's this all 
about?" he asked.

I turned to him.  "Conroy here thinks Scully and I should risk our lives
to 
save Shona MacIntyre.  I'm just not clear on why he thinks we should do 
this for her.  She's an informant.  I'm grateful to all informants, but
I do 
have a limit."

He looked from me to Jake and said, "She wasn't kidding.  You guys are 
fucking identical."

"No shit, answer the question," I insisted.

"You answer mine first," he said.

"What question?" asked Jake.

"She didn't tell you, did she?  Tell you who she is?" he clarified.

"She's Shona MacIntyre, sixteen year veteran of the CIA," I said flatly.

"No," he moaned.  He swallowed hard and bowed his head.  "Ah, baby, 
shit," he murmured to himself, staring at the carpet.  He looked up at
me 
again.  "She didn't come see you yesterday?"

"No."

"This is worse than I thought.  She may have been gone for two days 
rather than one.  He looked at Jake and then at me again.  "She can kill

me later for blowing the lid off this.  I don't care if she hates me as
long 
as she's alive to do it.  I love her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, clamping down on my impatience.

He blinked rapidly and licked his lips.  He met my gaze and paused.  
Then he dropped a bomb.  "She's your sister, Agent Mulder."

"WHAT?" Jake and I bellowed in unison.

I continued.  "What kind of sick, fucking joke is this?  Samantha is
dead.  
You hear me?  DEAD!"

He shook his head sadly.  "No.  Reports of her death have been greatly 
exaggerated," he said without a trace of humor.

I stared at him.  Jake and Scully stared at him.  I looked into his
eyes.  
He was telling the truth, or the truth as he believed it, anyway.  Could
I 
take a chance that he was wrong and ignore this?  My head was 
spinning.  "Oh my God," I whispered.  "How?"

"She can tell you all about it later, but right now, there's no TIME. 
We 
have to be there by 9:00 PM tonight."  He paused, swallowed hard.  "Or 
she's dead," he said flatly.  He waited a few seconds then whispered 
desperately, "PLEASE help me."

I glanced at Scully and she said, "We have to check it out, Mulder.  I 
know you can't take a chance he's lying."

I nodded.  "We need to get ready," I said, making a snap decision.

Scully followed me into the bedroom.  We emerged wearing black jeans, 
black turtlenecks and black leather jackets, which we laughingly
referred 
to as our funky poaching outfits.  I scribbled the address of the Lone 
Gunmen's lair on a piece of paper and looked at Jake.  "Take Jennifer 
and the baby to this address and stay there.  They might seem weird, but

they're harmless and trustworthy.  They'll protect you with their lives.
 
Don't come out until we come get you.  Got it?"  

"I could go with you," he said.

I shook my head.  "No, protect your fiance and child, Jake.  Don't be 
stupid.  You have no idea how to handle a weapon.  These are my 
friends.  They'll take care of you."

"I can fight," he protested.

I nodded at him, knowing he was frustrated by not being able to help,
but 
I couldn't put them in danger.  "Can't fight bullets, Bro.  Take them
there 
and keep them safe.  I'll call you as soon as I can."

He nodded, accepting reason.  That right there told me that he wasn't 
like me.  There were differences, thank God.  God, the Pope and the 
President wouldn't have kept me away if the situation were reversed.  
Well, maybe Scully.

XXXXXXXXXX
BALTIMORE STORAGE CO.
2600 NORTH CHARLES STREET
BALTIMORE, MD
SATURDAY - 8:50 PM

We pulled up outside the gates, and killed the lights.  He cut the pad
lock 
with bolt cutters and opened the main gate.  There were three rows of 
storage garages, ten units in each row.  

I looked at Conroy and said, "What now, Sherlock?"

He scowled at me.  "I don't know.  Why don't we start at one end and go 
door to door, listening for any sound?"

Scully smiled and whispered, "Ah, the good old-fashioned way."

He smiled back.  The lights that normally lit up the area were all out. 

Either they'd cut the power or shot them out.  No time to investigate. 
We 
pulled out our flashlights and crept to the end of the first row. 
Scully 
stooped down and ran to the opposite side of the row, leaning against 
the end of the second building, which gave her a good view of the open 
area between the buildings.  I nodded at him and whispered, "We got 
your back."

He nodded and began walking silently from door to door and pausing to 
listen.  He got to the end of the first building and began up the other
side 
of the second building.  Dead center in Garage #5, Building #2, he 
stopped as usual.  Then I saw his posture stiffen.  He put his chin down

on his chest and a few seconds passed.  Then he looked up and 
motioned to us to come to him.  

We did and he motioned Scully to go in the opposite direction to the
back 
of this building.  One window was in each garage on the backside.  She 
nodded and left.  We waited until we saw her flash light flick on and
off 
up into the sky twice.  She was in position.

I stood behind him with my right shoulder braced on the garage door 
next to the one he was going to open, and aiming my weapon.  He 
knocked on the door.  Scully appeared and motioned to us.  We huddled 
over her.  "The windows are high, but I jumped.  She in there in a
chair, 
strapped down.  She's alone, but I think she's wired."

"To what?" Conroy asked.  "An alarm?"

"A bomb," she whispered.

"Oh fuck," he said.

We crept back to the door and Scully retreated to the rear of the
building.  
Conroy took a lock pick gun out of his jacket and carefully worked the 
lock.  When it clicked open, he said, "Think the door will blow it?"

"I don't know," I said considering the options.  "I doubt it.  They're 
probably using a remote.  They'd want more control." 

Conroy was torn.  "Oh Jesus," he whispered.  

He grabbed the handle and carefully lifted the door.  It squeaked once 
and we froze but then it rose another foot or so silently.  He motioned
to 
me to take over and hold it.  I did and he fell to the ground and peered
in 
under the door.  

"Oh fuck," he whispered again.

He backed out and took over holding the door up so I could look.  We 
didn't want to make too much noise raising the door.  I crouched and 
peered in.  She was tied to a wooden chair in the center of the space.  
Her hands were bound to the arms of the chair and each leg was tied to 
a chair leg.  She was gagged with a ball gag, and there was a bomb 
sitting under her chair.  Wires ran from it up over her thighs and
attached 
to metal electrodes on the seat of the chair between her legs.  Other 
wires ran over her forearms.  If she moved her arms or legs, she would 
trigger the bomb.

She kept moving her eyes frantically, center, right, center, right.  It
was 
deliberate. 

He carefully let go of the door and it didn't drop back down but held in

position.  We both dropped to our stomachs and rolled in under the door.
 
We approached her slowly and she shook her head very slightly.  Conroy 
whispered to her, "Are there booby traps?"

She shook her head 'no.'

"Are you all right?"

She nodded.

"Are they here?"

Her eyes and head tilt to the right again.

"The next garage to your right?" I whispered.

She gave a small affirmative nod.  At least they'd left her head free so

she could move that without setting anything off. 

I whispered to Conroy.  "Let me get Scully.  I know people who can 
disarm this.  Meantime, we take them out next door."

Conroy turned to her again.  "Next door wired?" 

She shrugged.  She didn't know.

Then something dawned on me.  "If they are expecting you at 9:00, we 
have five minutes.  Won't they come looking for us, or for her?"

"They could set it off remotely," he whispered. 

She shook her head 'no.'

Conroy was obviously in great distress.  "I hope you're right, baby," he

whispered.

I whispered, "Ambush time.  I'm going do my spider man act."

"What?"

"Up to the roof I go."

"Be careful," he said.  "Remember, we only have five minutes.  I'll wait
at 
the end of the building and try to take them out when they show up.  We 
don't want to shoot inside that garage."

"Got it," I said.

I peered both ways before slipping out of the garage.  Conroy followed 
me out and gently closed the door again so nothing would look amiss.  I 
hated leaving her in there, but we had no choice.

I ran around the end of the building and quickly apprised Scully of our 
plan.  She helped boost me up the drain pipe on the back of the building

three garages down.  I reached the roof and was glad they were made of 
more than fiberglass, but knew I was going to have to be careful or I 
would make too much noise walking.  I carefully followed the main beam 
across the back to the center unit and the laid down on my belly,
sliding 
up to the front.  I peered over the edge just in time to hear the door
go up 
on the right.  I pulled my head back and heard one guy say, "Time's up."

"She's no good to us dead," another answered.

"We have to keep our promises and threats or they aren't worth anything,

numb nut," came the sarcastic reply.

"I can't believe he won't come for her.  Let's just give them five more 
minutes."

The other guy groaned.  "You're impossible."

"Five minutes," the second stressed.

"All right, five minutes, and then I set the timer," the first one said.
 I 
heard the door underneath me begin to open.  "It's open.  Someone's 
been here," he said, looking around.

"Check on her," the other one said.  They opened the door fully and 
entered the garage and a light was flicked on.  "How are we doing 
sweetheart?" guy number one asked.

"Uuuuukkkkkkk oooooooooo," she groaned through the gag and I 
couldn't help but smirk.  It died quickly.  We could all be blown to
seventh 
heaven in a minute.  I peered over the edge and saw Conroy inching his 
way toward the open door, back to the building.  I scooted forward until

my arms hung over the edge, my weapon gripped firmly in my hand.  

I carefully hitched up on one hip and pulled a quarter out of my pocket.
 I 
tossed it over the back to signal Scully.  She shot out the back window.
 I 
prayed Shona wouldn't flinch.  

"What the fuck!" I heard one of them shout and then they were running 
out the door.  


PART 11 (PG-13)
BALTIMORE STORAGE CO.
2600 NORTH CHARLES STREET
BALTIMORE, MD
SATURDAY - 9:15 

Conroy opened fire.  They turned to him and squeezed off a few shots as 
he dove and rolled on the pavement away from the building.  As soon as 
they turned to him and showed me their backs instead of their profile, I

took aim and fired at the bigger one's right shoulder.  He went down.  
The other was hit in the left shoulder by Conroy's bullet but was still
up.  
He took aim at Conroy who was still on the ground and trying to get up. 

He dropped back down, intending to shoot from the ground, but I knew 
he wouldn't make it.  Conroy wanted them alive, but this asshole wasn't 
leaving me a choice.  I squeezed the trigger and missed as the guy 
lurched to the side.  I cursed under my breath.  

Then a bullet tore through the man's back.  He squeezed the trigger of 
his gun as he fell to his knees, and the asphalt next to Conroy
shattered 
and sprayed him with shards.  A third shot hit him and he went down all 
the way.  I looked to the right and there was Scully in a firing crouch.
 
God, I loved this woman.  She carefully approached the downed men, 
checked for pulses and determined they were both dead as Conroy and I 
kept our guns targeted on them.  

At her all clear, I slid over the edge, doing a body curl on the
overhang of 
the roof and then dropped the rest of the way to the ground.  I had my 
phone out and was dialing by the time Conroy reached me.

"We have to be discreet," he said.  "I know who I can trust."

I nodded.  "Me too," I replied.  After calling the Gunmen, Conroy called

someone.  I didn't even ask who it was.  The Gunmen were there in 
fifteen minutes, piling out of the van.  I knew by the haste of their
arrival 
that they had followed us but I couldn't be upset with them now.  They 
combed the garage and surrounding buildings and grounds for other 
devices that might potentially be set off.  When they found none, they 
packed up and left, heading to check both Scully's and my apartments 
for bugs at my request.  

They had no sooner left than two more vans arrived.  The first one 
carried two bomb experts who immediately moved to the area where 
Shona was wired.  I assumed this was whom Conroy had called.  Behind 
them was a second, plain unmarked van.  The two men in the unmarked 
van picked up the corpses and put them in the back of their vehicle.  
They returned with portable hoses and sprayed the blood off the 
pavement.  They left while the two bomb experts combed the garage and 
checked everything out.

We stood watching as they worked in silence.  Finally, one of the men 
said, "Moment of truth, everybody out, all the way to the gate."

Conroy ran in and gave Shona a kiss on the cheek before rejoining us.  
We all swallowed and did as we were told.  Scully was clutching her 
cross and praying.  I put my arm around her shoulder and buried my 
nose in her hair saying my own prayer to a God I hadn't believed in or 
trusted since I was twelve years old.  I whispered, "If you're up there,

now's the time to prove it."

Scully smiled sadly at me and kissed my cheek.  We went back to 
embracing.  I felt a hand clap my shoulder and looked at Conroy.  "I
hate 
this," he whispered.  "Being helpless," he added.

I nodded.  "I know the feeling," I said quietly.  We all turned to watch
the 
door.  One of the men emerged and walked toward us.  When he 
reached us, he hollered, "Go ahead, Gus."

We all held our breath as the one left inside prepared to try to finish 
disarming the bomb.  Seconds ticked by and the demolitions expert 
checked his watch.  "What's going on?" I asked.

He answered, "He has a series of three connections to disarm, hopefully 
in the right order.  It's close, careful work.  He has to take his time.
 It will 
probably take a minute per connection to double check for secondary 
trips.  We don't think there are any, but it never hurts to double
check," 
he said, stating the obvious.  

More seconds ticked by as I become more and more tense.  Then a 
breath I didn't know I was holding whooshed out of me as the man 
emerged and pulled off his helmet.  "Green light!" he hollered, and 
pumped his fist in the air.  We all ran to the garage and swarmed around

Shona.  We took the gag off first.

Once she was out of the chair, Conroy dragged her out of the garage 
and yanked her into a fierce embrace.  

She hugged him back and began to cry.  We exited and stood a couple 
feet away while they reunited.  The two bomb men, who I assumed were 
CIA, quickly confiscated the materials and packed them in metal cases, 
returning to their van and leaving without even saying good-bye.

I heard Shona say, "I knew you'd come.  God, Connie, I was so scared."

"I know," he whispered back.  "I know, baby.  God, who were they?"

"I don't know."

"Consortium?"

"I just don't know.  They were flunkies, wouldn't tell me who they
worked 
for or what they wanted."

Scully touched her arm gently.  "We should get you checked out in a 
hospital."

She shook her head.  "No!  No hospitals."

"I'm a medical doctor.  At least let me check you out."

"Back at her place," I added. 

Conroy made another call.  He walked away, but I heard the words 
'clean-up', 'square with owner', and 'tonight'.  He returned and said,
"All 
set.  Clean up crew comin' in.  Let's get her out of here."

Scully nodded and we headed back to our car.  Shona sat close to 
Conroy in his car as they followed us back to Georgetown.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SUNDAY - 12:30 AM

Scully immediately shuffled Shona into her bedroom and shooed us out 
as Conroy and I tried to follow them in.  We left reluctantly and went
into 
the kitchen.  I opened the fridge and held up a beer to him wordlessly. 

He took it and we popped the tops and took big slugs.

"Some night," I said.

"Yeah, I've had better," he said.

"She's really Samantha, huh?" I asked.  At his inquisitive look, I
laughed 
and said, "It's clean.  I had our friends over here checking for bugs
while 
the bomb squad was still working."

He nodded appreciatively and said, "Yeah, she really is."

"I can't quite get mind around that.  I finally accepted that she was
dead.  
It doesn't make any sense.  She has a lot of fucking explaining to do,"
I 
said, unable to keep the anger out of my voice.

He looked at me for a moment and said, "Go easy on her.  She's more 
fragile than she appears to be."   He laughed.  "If she heard me say
that, 
she'd kick me in the balls," he added.

I couldn't help laughing too and said, "Scully's the same way."

"The story is more complicated than you can imagine, Fox."

"Mulder, please call me Mulder."

"Right, Mulder.  Give her a chance to explain.  I've told her secret
now; 
she's not going to have any choice but to explain.  She's going to be 
angry I told you."

"Why?  She should have told me, contacted me a long fucking time ago!  
I've spend my whole FUCKING LIFE looking for her," I shouted.

He put his hand on my arm and I shook it off, unable to stop the rage
that 
was welling up inside me.  This wasn't supposed to be the way it felt 
when I finally found her.  I wasn't even convinced it was really her. 
She 
was going to have to convince me.  Then I remembered the feelings 
when I was around her, that I knew her somehow, that we were 
connected, that the feeling wasn't sexual and therefore, I didn't 
understand the connection I felt.  I remembered Jake telling me he felt 
the same thing, that he usually dug tall brunettes and yet, she didn't
turn 
him on, as beautiful as she was, and not because she was cold or 
anything.  All these things swirled in my head.

Conroy spoke softly, as if to a jittery mental patient.  "I know this is
all 
hard to take in, especially without any proof, and you're going to have
to 
wait for your explanation.  There is one, though, trust me on that.  All
I 
can tell you is that it was too dangerous for her to come forward.  It's

dangerous even now.  When I discovered her gone, my first thought was 
that those Consortium bastards had figured out who she was, because of 
this Jake thing.  She swears no one was following her or watching her, 
but that's na=EFve.  Despite her experience, she can still have blinders
on 
when she's going after something she wants.  That's why I'm always 
there to watch her back.  They did a classic divide and conquer and 
separated us."

"Is Jake in danger?"

"He could be.  They said they wanted you.  It wouldn't be hard to think 
Jake was you."

"No, it wouldn't."

"I'll see about getting him some protection."

"He won't like it."

Conroy smiled at me.  "He'll never know," he stated confidently.

"You're people are that good, huh?"

"Better," he said blandly and tossed his empty beer bottle in the trash.

I huffed out a breath.  "I want to talk to her now."

"It's late.  Let's shoot for tomorrow."

"It's already tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Later today then, semantics boy," he teased.

I smiled at him.  I liked him, in spite of our rocky introduction.  "You
love 
her?" I asked suddenly.

He put his hand on his heart.  "More than my own life, man."

I met his eyes.  "Then if she is my sister, look out.  Because you hurt
her, 
and I'll kick your sorry ass."

He busted out laughing and I couldn't help laughing with him.  We were 
both punchy and coming down off our adrenaline rushes.

Scully entered right then and raised the classic Scully eyebrow.  "I see

you two are getting along."  She glanced at the bottle in my hand.  "Or
is 
it more a male bonding session driven by alcohol?" she suggested.

We both grinned at her.  "How is she?" Conroy asked, his face turning 
serious.

"She's fine, a little shocky.  I have her in a pair of Mulder's flannel 
pajamas and tucked her in with an electric blanket.  She needs rest, and

then she'll need food and lots of liquid.  I got her to drink two
glasses of 
water.  She's dehydrated, but more would have made her sick.  I gave 
her shot of Percodan for the muscle cramp pains."

"She can't take Acetametaphine!" he said, nearly panicked.

"I know, she told me.  That's Percocet.  Percodan is with aspirin."

"Whew," he said and relaxed against the counter.  "So now what?"

"How about you go in there and curl up with her.  Keep her warm," she 
suggested.

"Where will you sleep?" he asked.

"My couch is a Castro Convertible, it makes out into a bed.  We'll be
fine.  
Go to her.  We'll see you in the morning."

He nodded and on his way out the door of the kitchen said, "Thanks.  I 
appreciate the leap of faith you two took tonight.  I owe you."  Then he

was gone.

XXXXXXXXXX

Scully came to me and I embraced her, after throwing away my beer 
bottle.  I relaxed, leaning my butt against the kitchen counter and she 
snuggled into my chest.  I don't know how long we stood there, just 
holding each other.  "You want to talk?" she asked finally.

"Tomorrow," I said.  "I need to process for a little while longer."

"Do you believe him?" Scully asked softly.

"I think so," I replied.

"Let's get some sleep," she suggested.

"I need to call Jake," I said.  "I promised I would, no matter what time
it 
was."

"Go ahead," she said and walked into the living room as I dialed the 
Gunmen's number and let Jake know that everything was all right.

We pulled out the couch and made up the bed.  I stripped down to my 
boxers and she slipped into some pajamas she'd brought out of the 
bedroom with her.  We slid under the sheet and spooned up.  No nookie 
tonight with guests in the other room.  Oh well, there would be more
time 
for that later.  I was too distracted and didn't think I could do it
tonight 
anyway.  That was a first, I thought ironically.

Despite my racing thoughts, I was asleep in minutes.

XXXXXXXXXX
SUNDAY - 9:00 AM

When everyone awoke, we took turns in the shower.  Shona and Conroy 
both borrowed sweats and tee shirts from Mulder.  Fortunately, he now 
kept quite a few clothes here.  Mine were too small.  I felt like
'Scully, the 
Midget' in a sea of giants.  We met in the kitchen and I cooked
scrambled 
eggs and bacon and toast for everyone, glad I'd gone shopping 
yesterday and stocked up.

Finally, the moment of truth came.  There was a knock on the door, and 
Mulder answered it to admit Jennifer and Jake, as usual, toting the
baby.  
We all settled in the living room and Shona chose the recliner.  Conroy,

Mulder and I sat on the couch.  Jake sat in an overstuffed chair, and 
Jennifer opted to sit on the floor between his legs with the baby
between 
hers.

I passed out coffee and settled in.  We all went quiet and looked at
her.  
She sighed deeply.  "I don't know where to begin," she said.

Mulder said, "At the beginning, everything you can remember, every 
detail.  I want to know everything."

She nodded and her eyes became wet.  "You've always been right, Fox," 
she said.  I noted that Mulder didn't correct her and make her call him 
Mulder, a sure sign that he was beginning to believe.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I was abducted.  Not kidnapped.  Aliens abducted me.  I spent six years

being tortured by them."  She held his gaze for a moment.  "The guilt 
stops here.  There was nothing you could have done to fight them.  
There's not a lot we can do as adults.  As a child, there was absolutely

nothing you could have done.  Our parents, or at least our father, was
in 
on it from the beginning.  He knew he'd have to give one of us up."
 
So, it began.  She was still talking when we broke for lunch and for 
Jennifer to feed the baby at noon.  I made ham and cheese sandwiches 
and pulled out a bag of potato chips.  We ate making small talk for
about 
a half hour and then got more coffee and went back into the living room.

At 4:00 PM, she finally reached the end of the story.  We all sat in 
stunned silence.

Mulder and Jake were both crying silently.  Jake croaked out, "Life
really 
sucks sometimes, you know it?"  It was a rhetorical question.  He didn't

expect an answer.

Shona smiled at him.  "Yes, it can.  It can also bring great joy, Jake. 

Don't deny yourself that because you might get hurt.  Believe me when I 
tell you, I've spent my whole life denying myself.  Denying that I was
hurt, 
denying that I felt lost and abandoned, denying that I was dying inside 
because I had no one to confide in.  I finally let Conroy in, and it's
been a 
roller coaster for him, that's for sure." 

He laughed gently and smiled at her with such affection it made my chest

ache.  I knew that look.  I saw it on Mulder's face when he looked at
me.  
I saw on Jake's face when he looked at Jennifer, just as he was doing 
now.  

She continued, "It's been a roller coaster, but I don't regret one
minute of 
it.  The only thing I regret is not letting him in sooner.  Even now,
I've 
held in so much, Connie.  While I was sitting there waiting to be blown
to 
smithereens, I realized what I've been missing all these years.  Love.  
That's what I've been missing, my whole, sorry, God damned life," she 
whispered, trailing off.

Mulder got up and walked over to her.  He motioned to her to stand up.  
She did and he pulled her into an embrace.  Without heels, she was 
about three inches shorter than he, but still tall.  He put his chin on
her 
shoulder and held her tight.  Then Jake stood up and joined them.  He 
hugged her from behind.  It was an emotional moment and still, the 
words popped out of me before I could rein them in.  "A Mulder 
sandwich."

Conroy and Jennifer started laughing.  "No, a Jake sandwich," Jennifer 
corrected.  

They laughed, too, and separated.  Jake and Mulder returned to their 
seats.  Shona said, "I take it that means you believe me."

"Yes," Mulder said.  "I'm still angry you didn't come to me a lot
sooner."

"When would have been the right time, Fox?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

"I needed to be ready.  I could help you more if you didn't know who and

where I was."

"Help me?"

"It's so complicated.  I've watched over you to the best of my ability
ever 
since I've been able to.  I sent Deep Throat to you.  I sent X to you. 
I 
sent Marita Covarrubias to you through X."

"Diana?" he asked carefully, glancing at me, knowing I hated the subject

of anything to do with the woman.  I hoped I wasn't going to hear a 
rambling diatribe from him or Shona on how wonderful she was and that 
she really wanted to help us.

Shona was silent for a couple minutes, obviously deciding what to tell 
him.  "I don't know what Diana was like when she was your partner, or 
what her motivations were at that time.  She could have been a straight 
shooter."

"Later?" Mulder asked.

Shona met his gaze.  "Diana was, I hesitate to call her a pariah," she 
finished.  "Her loyalties would seem divided, but really she only had
one 
loyalty when it came down to brass tacks."

"What was that?"

"To herself," she said.

"She saved me in the end," he said.

"How so?" Shona asked in surprise.

"She sent Scully her access card for the Department of Justice facility 
where I was being held."

Shona snorted.  "No, she didn't.  I'd forgotten about that."

"What?  She didn't?"

She looked at Scully.  "I sent it to your partner.  I also sent her the
book 
that helped her decipher the rubbings on the artifact."

"How'd you get it?" Mulder inquired.  "I don't understand any of this. 
Why 
did I see the starlight, see you in the starlight?"

She looked at him sadly.  "I'm not sure.  I did get a hold of some of
the 
information on the experiments they did on you while they held you 
captive and did the surgery.  Most of it was a form of post-hypnotic 
suggestion.  Harold Piller, the man you met on the Amber Lynn case was 
a Consortium plant.  He played his part well, and strung you along.  I 
don't know how you found the diary that I hid on April Base, but you
did.  
From reading the material I took from Diana's apartment, I surmised that

you were given a post hypnotic suggestion that if certain words were 
heard while you were alone, or thought you were alone, it would trigger 
the vision for you.  Harold led you there, delivered the words, and you 
saw what they wanted you to see, just like the so-called dreams you had 
while you were there.  They were all hypnotic memory implants."

Mulder covered his face.  "You didn't answer me.  How did you get the 
card to the DOJ facility that you sent to Scully?"

"From Diana," she said.

"She gave it to you?" he asked.

She shook her head.  Quietly she said, "No, I took it from her, along
with 
their experiment data that I found on her computer."

Mulder stared at her.  "I thought she died because she tried to save me 
by sending that access card to Scully."

Shona still stared at him.  "Oh, she died for you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

There was silence for a full thirty seconds.  "I killed her."


PART 12 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SUNDAY - 4:30 PM

"What?" Mulder questioned in a strangled voice.

"I'm sorry, Fox.  I didn't trust her so I paid her a visit.  She
challenged me, 
she taunted me, when I asked her what they were doing to you, she told 
me it didn't matter because they'd left you for dead," she said,
frowning, 
the emotion clear in her quivering voice.  "She said I'd never make it
to 
you in time."  She met his eyes again, "She held a gun on me and told 
me she was going to kill me.  Don't you get it, Fox?  Diana. Left. You. 
For. DEAD!" she hissed.

He moaned and buried his face in his hands.  I pulled him to me.  "I'm 
sorry," I whispered into his hair.  He shuddered but got himself under 
control.  

"No, Scully," he said.  "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"You owe your partner your life," Shona said.

He said, "I know, many times over."

I said, "Apparently, you owe your life to Shona too."

"Samantha," he whispered as if the name were magic.

She shook her head.  "I haven't been Samantha Mulder for twenty-eight 
years.  I haven't been Samantha MacIntyre for sixteen.  I'm Shona 
MacIntyre.  It's who I am.  I can't go back."

"Not even for me?" he asked.

She looked at him sadly again but smiled.  "Not even for you, Fox.  I do

love you though, you know that, don't you?"

"I think so," he said.

She shed a tear but then blinked rapidly.  "I'm sorry for all the pain
you've 
been through, all the uncertainty, all the lies.  You have to
understand, I 
was afraid too, for my life, Fox.  I couldn't risk exposure."

"Not even to me?" he asked.

She gave the same answer.  "Not even for you."

"Has that changed now?"

"Somewhat.  I'm still Shona; I'll be Shona until I die.  Samantha
suffered 
untold losses and excruciating pain, physical and mental.  I never want
to 
be her again.  Being Shona helps me deal with that, separate myself 
from that part of my life.  I don't want to forget it.  It's what
motivates me.  
At the same time, I don't want it to rule my life.  Can you understand 
that?"

Mulder nodded.  "I'm glad you're here now."

She smiled happily this time.  "Me too, and there's a bonus."

"Huh?" Mulder asked.

Shona nodded toward Jake.  "There are three," she said simply.  "Where 
there were only two," she added.

Mulder looked at them.  "Where there was only one," he corrected.

She smiled.  "True, where there was only one," she agreed soulfully.  

"I've gained two siblings inside a week.  It's a little much to take
in," he 
said.

"Well, I've told you all I can for now.  If you have questions later,
I'll 
answer them.  Please keep my secret, Fox, you too, Jake and Jennifer.  
My life could still depend upon it."

"We will," they said in unison.  The rest of us chuckled.  They looked
at 
each other startled and that made us laugh harder.

Shona stood up.  "It's time for me to go.  Do you have a piece of
paper?"

I handed her a pad.

She wrote two copies with her home and cell numbers on it, along with 
Conroy's home and cell numbers on it.  She ripped it off and handed one 
to Mulder and one to Jake.  "Call me or Conroy any time."

We nodded and Conroy stood to join her.  He walked her to the door, 
shaking hands with Jake and Mulder on his way past them to pick up the 
bag with their other clothes.  The door clicked closed behind them and 
Jake cleared his throat.  "I think we should be going too."

Jennifer stood and lifted the baby.  "We'll be in touch," Mulder said.

"I'll call you before we go back to San Diego.  We need to go back and 
get things settled."

"I understand.  It's just, I feel like I just found you, and now I'm
losing you 
again."

"I know," Jake replied.  "I'll keep in touch.  I promise.  Besides, who
else 
would I want to be best man at my wedding except my brother?"

They hugged in that manly way men have, as I hugged Jennifer, and 
then they left.  Mulder turned to me and we embraced again in silence.  
"Wanna talk?" I asked.

"Nope, all talked out," he replied.

"Wanna eat?"

"Nope, I'm full."

"Wanna watch T.V.?" I asked.  "Get a movie?"

"Nope," he said, his answers getting shorter.

"What do you want to do?"

He cupped my face and said, "Make love to you."

I smiled.  "You're on."

XXXXXXXXXX

We entered the bedroom and stripped quickly. 

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Sheer sexual madness.  It's the only way to describe the feelings that
are 
ignited when I touched Scully.  My fingers were inside her.  Her hips 
were rising involuntarily and her stomach was trembling with pleasure as

I found her G-spot and pushed hard against it as I pumped my fingers 
inside.  

I sucked on her nether lips and she moaned, "Ohhhh, that's exquisite."

She began to climax as I moved up and sucked her clitoris into my 
mouth.  Her body jerked and she let out these little yelps of pleasure
with 
each spasm that tightened her muscles around my fingers.  I wanted to 
feel it on my cock.  I moved up and kissed her gently as she came down.

Then I was entering her velvety chamber.  Something about making love 
to Scully made me want to tell her what I was feeling.  The fear of 
rejection was gone.  "God, Scully, sometimes it hurt to look at you 
because my cock would harden just from the sight of you."

"Ugg," she grunted as I pushed into her.  

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"All this time, I could have been shoving myself deep inside your hot, 
little pussy like I am now," I declared.  "We could have been feeling
this 
connection."

"Oh God, Mulder," she whimpered as I began to stroke in and out of her 
fully.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Look at you, so beautiful, all flushed and horny.  I could have been 
fucking you all this time.  I should have been fucking you raw every
night, 
making you beg for it like a cat in heat," I growled.

"Oh Jesus, then do it now, Mulder."

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Oh, I intend to, baby.  I can't get enough.  I want to fuck you until
my 
cock's sore and your pussy is numb."

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Oh shit," she wailed, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

XXXXXXXXXX

Red, hot heat seared through me as his steel rigid cock plowed into me 
again and again.  I was dripping wet as he broke into me, almost violent

in his loving.  I knew what he needed.  He was confused, angry and 
hurting.  All these truths he'd learned today.  Sometimes when we get
the 
truth we seek, it's not always what we imagined it to be.  Sometimes it 
hurt.

Diana had betrayed him after all, and he needed to know that I wouldn't.
 
Sam had hidden from him all these years.  To him, that was a betrayal 
too, I was sure even if it was understandable.  He needed to connect 
with me on a fundamental level that he'd never been able to connect to 
either of them on.  He needed to feel total control to bring his sense
of 
equilibrium back.

His entire length split me completely in two and I felt jolts of
lightening 
reverberate from my clit and travel along my nerves and invade my body. 

I arched against him and screamed as I reached climax, feeling the 
divine pleasure of clamping down on him.

He barked, "Pull your legs up."

I lifted them higher on his waist and he pressed deeper.  "Oh fuck, 
Scully.  I can't help it," he said as he kept thrusting into me.

"S'okay," I grunted out.  "Take what you need."

He went wild, forcing his giant dick in and out of me, bottoming out 
against my cervix.  He grunted, sweated, hissed and strained as he took 
what he needed, feeding himself on my body my acceptance, my 
unconditional love.  The pleasure crashed through me and I came again 
a third time, in convulsing waves that left me breathless.  He bellowed 
and came to a sudden stop.  "I can't come," he sobbed.

"Shhh," I cooed to him.  "Want me to suck on you?"

"Jesus!  I can't believe you say things like that to me."

"I'll do anything you want, Mulder.  I'll give you anything you need."

"I need release.  I need to feel like the conqueror," he admitted.  "How

sick is that?" he asked me.

"Not sick.  You're human.  What will do it for you?"

"Something new," he said.

"Like what?"

"I don't know."  He paused and then he kissed me, his cock still
throbbing 
inside me.  He lifted his head and stared into my eyes.  They suddenly 
got wider.  He had an idea.  I'd know that look anywhere.

"What?" I asked.  "You thought of something you want.  What is it?"

"I can't ask it of you," he said.  

"Yes you can.  I'm not like anyone else," I said, not wanting to say 
Shona's or Diana's name.  "I won't leave you no matter what.  I won't
lie 
to you, no matter what."  I paused.  "I'll give you, no, wait, I'll let
you 
TAKE whatever you need.  I trust you completely."

He sobbed and buried his nose in my hair.  His lips found my earlobe 
and sucked on it making me shudder.  "God, Scully, do you have any 
idea how much those words mean to me?"

"I think I do.  So tell me what you want that I can give you."

He took a deep, shuddering breath and put his lips to my ear.  "I want
to 
have anal sex," he blurted out.

I groaned from the mere thought of that gigantic shaft shoved up my ass.
 
I'd only tried it once and while it had felt good at first, it had hurt.
 I would 
do it for him though, even if it hurt me some.  He needed it.  It was an

ultimate act of trust and he needed to know I, at least, held nothing
back 
from him.  Besides, didn't every guy want to have anal sex, whether they

would admit it or not?

I cupped his face and moved it on an even level with mine.  "Take it," I

said.

He nearly choked, closing his eyes and becoming pale.  

"Breathe, Mulder," I instructed.

He sucked in a deep breath and seemed to regain his equilibrium.  "On 
your hands and knees," he said quietly.

He stared at me.  I could see his fear.  He didn't know if I would do
it, 
even after I said I would.  Or maybe he was afraid of hurting me.  I 
smiled and rolled over as he leaned to one side, causing him to fall out

and pulled myself up on my hands and knees.  "There's some Astroglide 
that I use with my vibrator in the nightstand.  Please use that."

He scrambled over there, and ripped open the drawer.  "You have 
Astroglide, Scully?" he asked, sounding totally amazed.

I snickered.  "Even G-women need release, Mulder," I answered.

He was soon situated behind me and spread the lubrication on my ass 
crack.  His gentle fingers massaged my anus and I groaned at the 
sensation.  He gently worked one finger inside, then two, and finally 
three.  His left hand reached around and fingered my clit.  I came with
his 
fingers in my ass, unable to believe I'd enjoyed it that much.

I heard him squirt more lube and rub it onto himself, and felt some cool

liquid enter my rectum as his fingers pulled out.  Then it was there. 
The 
blunt, wide tip of his mushroomed head pressed against my sphincter.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Go slow at first," I requested.  My labia quivered as his cock head 
penetrated me and formed a tight seal in my ass.  I moaned with the 
quick dart of pain at his entry that quickly faded.  His hand gripped my

hips tightly and he pressed gently forward.  

"Ohhhh, Gaawwwddd, fuck," I babbled as I felt the head furrow slowly 
deeper into the tightness of my pulsing passage.  My nipples grew
tighter 
and my breasts rocked gently back and forth as I swayed under the 
gushes of warmth spreading through me as his cock head slowly slid 
forward, touching each new nerve ending in my rectum.  He was moving 
glacially slow and for that I was grateful.

The bulbous head scraped against the narrow confines of my ass as it 
was slowly engulfed.  He stopped to let me adjust and his left hand 
reached under me to stimulate my clitoris again.  My flesh quaked as the

fire in my loins licked through my insides.

I'd never dreamed this could feel so good.  He retreated slightly and 
pushed in again.  I was enflamed with a carnal hunger I'd never known 
before.  My ass felt enflamed and the passage rippled as he slowly 
forced his thickness into me.  To my surprise, I felt myself rocking
back 
against him.  The sensation of him retreating and pressing forward again

made me gasp.  I felt more Astroglide poured onto our joining.  The cold

made my muscles contract and he groaned. 

When I released them though, we both groaned as my ass sucked at his 
cock, pulling it inevitably deeper.   I knew he wasn't even half way in 
when I felt the massive presence suddenly inflate even larger and press 
itself deeper.  It was throbbing fiercely and I shook with the knowledge
of 
my coming climax.  He retreated and made short, stabbing strokes.  "You 
O.K., Scully?" he panted.

"Yes, keep going," I breathed out.

My groin was liquid fire and spreading quickly.  I arched my back and
felt 
his cock shudder as it slowly pried and stretched my inner walls.  I 
sighed deeply and felt a trembling in my legs.  

"Oh fuck, I've never been this hard, Scully," he panted to me in a 
honeyed growl.  Just the sound of his voice, his pleasure was enough to 
make me quiver.  I took a deep breath and felt my rectum relax.  "Oh 
yeah, that's it, relax for me, baby," he growled.

His ass clenched with every thrust that sent his cock slicing into me as

he burrowed his cock into the tender, sucking muscles of my rectum.  It 
pierced me with a sensation close to pain and yet threw me headlong 
into rapture.

Then I was coming, without warning.  Each stab drove his monstrous 
penis head deeper, making me scream and convulse tighter around him.  
The pressure through the thin wall of my rectum was pressing on my G-
spot.  I completely surrendered, throwing my head back and screamed, 
"Take me!  Oh God, so good.  I'm coming, oh god, still coming!  Fuck me,

Mulder.  Fuck me!  Just FUCK ME!"

He roared and began to thrust hard into me while growling savagely.  It 
through me into a relentless, violent orgasm the likes of which I'd
never 
experienced.  He was pummeling me hard.  I slipped into blissful
oblivion

XXXXXXXXXX

This was heaven.  I was fucking Scully's ass.  I was cleaving those
juicy, 
little ass cheeks in two.  I stroked short and quick, parting the
straining 
sheath of her rectum, pouring more lube as I felt dryness return at her 
entrance.  She was making delicious sounds of arousal.  

I knew I wasn't hurting her and couldn't keep quiet anymore.  "Oh fuck, 
I've never been this hard, Scully."  I felt her rectum relax and she
pushed 
her tight, little ass back against me.  I tunneled deeper.  "Oh yeah,
that's 
it, relax for me, baby," I growled.

She was hot, so hot and pulsing inside.  I leaned over, stimulating her 
clitoris and gouging my hot shaft into the cleft of her ass, sinking
into the 
loosening, widening tunnel with every stroke.  I was half way in and
felt 
my scrotum quiver and pull up tight.  Not yet, I chanted to myself.  I 
stopped and she kept humping back against me.  I went slower, pressed 
harder on her clit and suddenly she was in some sort of orgasmic frenzy.


She groaned, spread her legs wider, arching her ass up to allow me 
deeper penetration.  I increased my tempo and pistoned in and out of 
her, ramming harder.  She shrieked and I felt her rectal walls collapse 
around me again.  Then she cried out to me.  "Take me!  Oh God, so 
good.  I'm coming, oh god, still coming!  Fuck me, Mulder.  Fuck me!  
Just FUCK ME!"

I lost all control beyond managing to grab the lube and squeeze more 
onto our joining. I dropped the bottle and increased my tempo, 
hammering back in again.  I lanced into her, punching deep and making 
her take more of me with every stroke.  I'd retreat, feeling my cock 
dragging and pulling on her flesh.  She felt swollen and wet inside now,

whether from her orgasm, the Astroglide, my precum, or a combination 
of all three.  I didn't know and didn't care.  She wanted me to fuck her

and that was what I was going to do, what I needed to do.

I couldn't believe it when my cock swelled, growing harder and bulging 
tighter inside her grasping, little ass.  I bellowed and grabbed her
hips, 
repeatedly shoving my throbbing shaft into the small, tiny orifice and 
watching it disappear like magic.  I hovered on the edge of climax for 
what seemed like forever.  She grunted as she stretched to 
accommodate what must have felt like an immense invading phallus.  

She was totally unaccustomed to having anything in here, let alone 
someone of my bulk and size.  The constant friction on my cock was 
divine and I felt my balls spasm.  The tightness and uniqueness of the 
situation, combined with the knowledge that she trusted and loved me 
enough to let me do it, finally overwhelmed me.  

"Of fuck, I'm coming!" I cried out hoarsely.  I punched deeply as a
thick 
spurt of semen surged up my shaft and landed deep into her bowels.  I 
kept pumping, feeling my cock twitch each time it bottomed out in her 
bowels and spitting another jet of sperm. I felt her walls ripple down
the 
length of my shaft as she climaxed with me.  My cock jerked again, 
disgorging another draught of cum.

I was filling her to bursting as I felt my cum backwash over my cock but

get caught at the entrance.  I had plugged her so tight that it washed 
back into her.  She cried out and came yet again.  I must have
ejaculated 
six or seven times.  It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

She slipped down to the bed and I followed her down, keeping my still 
hard, pulsing shaft buried deep in her ass.  I completely covered her
like 
a blanket and I realized, again, just how petite she was.  I moved to
rise 
and she croaked out, "No, stay."

I lowered myself down, stretching my arms up along side hers, which she 
stretched over her head.  I kissed her neck and she hummed in pleasure. 
I ground into her as my cock deflated and she moaned gently.  When I 
finally deflated and fell out of her, I said, "Let's take a shower."

"You're on," she said.

"Did I hurt you at all?" I asked tentatively.

"No, it was divine," she murmured.

We showered quickly, cleaning each other up and then crawled back into 
bed exhausted.  She laid on her stomach and I crawled onto her back in 
our previous position.  Sleep took us quickly.


XXXXXXXXXX
EPILOGUE (NC-17)

I woke up suffocating and then realized Mulder was still on my back.  I 
was laying in the mother of all wet spots.  He was snoring softly in my 
ear.  I wriggled my butt and he hummed in the back of his throat, 
smacking his chops and gently rubbed his hips against my ass.

"Hey, you big lug," I whispered.

"Huh?" he asked, cracking one eye open.

"I can't breathe," I whispered with the last of my breath.

"Oh, sorry," he said and slid the weight of his torso up and off my
back, 
taking it on his elbows.

"Are you going to get up?" I asked. 

"Nope," he said blandly.

"How come?" I asked.

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Instead of answering, his feet hooked the inside of my calves and spread

them apart.  My legs sprawled wide, causing my ass to lift into the air.
 
Then I felt it.  He was hard against me and rubbing his shaft over my
wet, 
leaking folds.  I clenched the cheeks of my ass.  "Oh God, Mulder.  My 
ass is sore," I admitted.

He chuckled.  "I'm sorry, baby.  Then we'll just have to do this
instead," 
he said.

He deftly tilted his hips and slid himself deep into my vagina in one,
hard 
stroke.  I groaned, "Oh God, you're trying to kill me."

He chuckled and stroked gently, his hand wiggling under me to find my 
breasts.  His fingers sought out my nipples and twisted gently as he 
stroked and sucked on the pulse in the side of my neck.  The constant 
stimulation of my nipples and his once again, hard phallus sliding in
and 
out of me had me panting in no time.  He sped up and just kept up a 
steady pace until I moaned and quivered underneath him in release.

He grunted and let loose as soon as I climaxed. He finally rolled off me

and sighed in contentment.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

"Shower?" I asked.

"Yeah, in a minute.  Cuddle me first."

I grinned and scooted over to him, fitting myself to his side and laying
my 
head on his chest.  At least we were out of the wet spot.  "Are you
sad?"

"No, not really.  I have a lot to process and I need time to do that."

"You got some disturbing news yesterday, too."

"Yeah, but that's the past.  That was then, this is now.  I have to go 
forward from here and not look back.  I can't change the past, Scully. 
All 
I can do is live for today."

"Sounds very wise and philosophical," I commented.

He smiled down at me.  "I'm tired of being uptight and scared.  I want
to 
start enjoying life, like my sister said.  Life is too short to dwell on
the bad 
parts."

"Got my vote," I agreed.

"I'll enjoy it as long as you're with me, Scully."

"I'm with you, always."

"Always?"

"Yes, always."

"Always as in, Mulder, ask me to marry you?" he asked tentatively.

My head lifted quickly off his chest and I looked into his eyes.  "Are
you 
serious?"

"As a heart attack.  If I asked, what would you say?"

I smiled widely.  "I think I'd like to be Mrs. Mulder," I said softly.

A grin split his face from ear to ear.  He reached over and opened the
top 
drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a black velvet box.  "Oh, no.  
You've got to be kidding me," I said.

"You didn't think I'd be so uncouth as to ask that question without
being 
prepared, did you?  Wait.  Don't answer that.  I'm known for uncouth, I 
know."

I chuckled.  "You still surprise me, Mulder."

"How's this for a surprise?"  He opened the box, lying there gloriously 
naked and spread out on my bed.   "Will you marry me, Scully?  Be my 
wife.  Hitch your wagon to my gravy train?" he asked, getting goofy.

I laughed out loud and reached for the box, plucking the ring out and 
inspecting it.  I looked up at him.  "It's beautiful and it's big," I
said, which 
was an understatement.

"It's a three caret square.  The setting is platinum."

"Yes, I'll marry you," I said finally, when I saw the flash of
uncertainty in 
his eyes.  I wasn't sure if he was afraid I would say no, or afraid I
didn't 
like the ring.

He smiled, took the ring from me and slipped it on my left hand ring 
finger.  It fit perfectly.  "I love you, Mulder."

"I love you too, Scully.  Guess what?"

"What?"

"Jake and I bought these together."

"You did?"

"Yeah, we snuck out the morning after our first meeting with Shona and 
bought them.  I was back here before you knew I was gone."

"You sneak."

"The lady in the jewelry store was totally befuddled."

"Why?"

"Identical twins coming in together and buying the same ring.  She 
couldn't stop looking at us and just kept muttering, 'I'm seeing double,

amazing, I'm seeing double.'"

I laughed.  "You're a wonderful man, Fox Mulder."

"You are everything to me, Dana Scully."

"So will the twins live happily ever after, you think?"

"I hope so, baby.  I hope so."

THE END.