From: April L Mowry <ALMowry@pathway.net>
Date: 5 Jan 2000 06:32:55 GMT
Subject: NEW: Silent Running (1/5) MSR NC-17

Title: Silent Running (1/5)
Author: Ms. AM
Email: ALMowry@pathway.net
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: MSR, A
Archiving: Anywhere, I'd be honored.
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own them.
Summary: Future world...Apocalypse....destruction and death.
Feedback: Would love some, flames and praise alike. I'll
probably just ignore the flames, though. I'll be shooting
baskets like Mulder in BB.

* * * * *

Mother of us all, place of our birth
How can we stand aside...and watch the rape of the world
This is the beginning of the end, this most heinous of crimes
This is the deadliest of sins, the greatest violation of all time
Mother of us all, place of our birth
We all are witness...to the rape of the world

* * * * *

Silent Running

Prologue:

Summer 2034

The night air is warm and pleasant. The three-quarter moon
casting a dim light that creates shadows long and thin over
the landscape. Nocturnal creatures join together forming a
symphony of sounds with chirps and whistles, scratching and
scampering as they move about.

Looking up at the sky, the stars shining bright against the
ebony back drop of space...I wonder. I wonder if there are
other beings, travelers from worlds within or beyond our
solar system?

I think *if* there are, then they must be observers,
patrolling through the years and recording the various
changes in the planets as they pass by. Is the Earth one of
these planets?

I only know the world as I see it now, can only imagine the
way it was before...before I was born. I've seen a few
pictures...faded almost drab, books are hard to
find...anymore. Seeing those images on yellowed and
scorched paper just isn't the same as witnessing things
through your own eyes...I wish I was up there...a traveler.

What would I have seen?

How would I describe the Earth?

How would *they* have described the Earth?

From the stars, the Earth once looked like a marble made
from the finest hand-blown glass. Swirling greens, blues,
beige's and browns float around the forming bubble of
delicate crystal. If you would actually step onto the
planet, those colors would take on meaning...forests,
oceans and the land whether it is sand or soil.

Perhaps that glass blower isn't satisfied with his
work...something is missing. The steady hand of a painter
is called upon, using wispy strokes, sprays of white are
mixed in forming the clouds or perhaps it's the mist rising
off the mountaintops.

Many forms of life have and do reside on the Earth,
bacteria, single-celled organisms, insects, fish and
animals to numerous to mention. A higher life form is what
can be blamed for ruining the beauty of a planet...man and
time is running out.

At some point gray began to overtake the spectrum of colors
signifying the planets palette...marring the original
artists' beauty.

Pollution.

* * * * *

You've seen her stripped mined
You've heard of bombs exploded underground
You know the sun shines, hotter than ever before

Some claim to have crowned her a queen
With cities of concrete and steel
But there is no honor in what results
From the rape of the world

* * * * *

Factories, cars, thousands of other human inventions, and
their emissions cloud the once pure air. Toxic chemicals
released high into the atmosphere deplete the ozone layer
systematically.

Those same poisonous chemicals end up leeching into the
soil and taint the food grown...ultimately the water supply
also. Once all the planets natural resources are spoiled it
becomes useless to anyone, those residing there and those
wishing to claim it for their own.

What would those travelers think as they watched the
vibrant panorama of colors slowly disappear? Would they be
angry? Or saddened for the inhabitants killing themselves
along with the planet that serves as their home? Maybe they
wouldn't have an opinion at all.

* * * * *

She has been clear-cut; she has been dumped on
She has been poisoned and beaten up
And we have been witness...to the rape of the world
Mother of us all, place of our birth
How can we stand aside and watch the rape of the world?

If you look you'll see it with your own eyes
If you look you will hear her cries
If you care you will stand and testify
And stop the rape of the world
Mother of us all...

* * * * *

December 31, 1999

Imagine you are one of billions sitting in your chair or
walking down the street. Perhaps playing with your children
or your pet. Would you want to know your fate? Or would you
rather be oblivious to the future? And does it really
matter...

With or without your consent the choice is gone...

A decision of global significance has been made.

For on this very night or day depending on where exactly in
the world you are, fate comes knocking. Millions of signals
stretch out through the air, radio and satellite...every
form of communication available. Nervous fingers will reach
out, hands shaking, with questions and confusion even as
they carry out the orders received.

Silence seems to reign as in different countries all over
the globe a light flashes on a panel right before those
hundreds of quaking fingers belonging to men and women push
inward. It doesn't matter who completed the contact first
only that a chain reaction is set off, like a row of
dominos falling one after the other.

Just a few are privy to what has begun.
And they slowly descend into madness.

People still travel to work...
Children still smile and laugh at the playground...
Only the animals pause knowing something, instinctively...

* * * * *

What about sunrise? What about rain?
What about all the things that you said we were to gain?
What about killing fields? Is there a time?
What about all the things that you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice all the blood we've shed
before?          Did you ever stop to notice the crying
Earth the weeping shores?

What have we done to the world? Look what we've done.
What about all the peace that you pledge your only son.
What about flowering fields? Is there a time?
What about all the dreams that you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice all the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice the crying Earth the weeping
shores?

* * * * *

In the moment of silence a flurry of activity begins...

There is a rumbling just before cracks appear in the
ground. Caches of thick black fluid bubble up from the
newly made fissures, larger holes appear made by chunks of
the earth breaking away and allowing several thousand
metallic objects visibility...they rise up, hovering,
letting the vicious black substance be absorbed within.

Humming...vibrations...

The huge objects prepare to depart and leave the planet
that will in moments become unsuitable. Vast amounts of
power are converging-coalescing inside the hovering
vessels...ready to be released.

Just as the first of the explosions rock the Earth and the
screams are silenced before they've even begun the energy
building up within each of the crafts explodes...

The tremendous force propels the massive ships up, breaking
the Earth's gravitational pull and hurtles them through
space...

* * * * *

Looking down upon the earth from space after the bursts of
blinding white light have dissipated the Earth is covered
in spurts of orange, red and yellow. The impression is that
almost every volcano on the planet decided to pick this one
moment to erupt, spraying lava higher and higher.

The mass destruction is beautiful in its moment.

It's only seconds until the colors; the shades of leaves in
the fall are gone; vibrant hues souring into gray, still
changing darker yet...charcoal. Until...the Earth turns
black just as somewhere in the world, the year changes
over...2000.

* * * * *

Summer 2034

I open my eyes, the vision of the Earth's demise fading
away swiftly, leaving me sad, yet relieved I was too young
to remember the day *it* happened. Those of us left have
been given a second chance...people look to me for answers,
I'm afraid of failing them.

My mother raised me.

My mother...my teacher...my world up until that day.

The day *he* came...

* * * * *

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far

* * * * *

Late summer 2005

The man is tired. Little clouds of dust fly up around his
feet with each step he takes, but in the distance, he spies
his destination. Finally. After searching for five years,
the hunt is now over and his quarry, no his treasure will
be in his grasp.

The white farmhouse stands tall and imposing. In the
pasture to the left of the structure several cows and
horses are grazing. A large garden sits between the house
and a barn. Scattered around the property are almost twenty
windmills lazily turning in the breeze.

The man shields his eyes from the glare of the sun,
blinking once against the sweat stinging his eyes. He tries
to focus, but the house seems to grow farther and farther
away even as he grows closer. Confused he pauses to draw in
deep gulps of air before falling to his knees as if in
prayer.

Raising his head, the house looms before him in all its
grandeur. He begins to laugh the laugh of a madman, before
collapsing onto the ground. He is vaguely aware of being
touched, of small and soft, inquisitive hands cupping his
cheeks, fingers and thumbs moving against his partial
beard.

The light sound of laughter echoes in his ears muffled
slightly almost like it through a pane of glass. It is a
happy laugh, a tinkling laugh, he hadn't heard anyone laugh
that way for a very long time...yet it was familiar in it's
cadence.

Needing desperately to see the bearer of such a melodic and
carefree laugh he struggles to open his eyes and is greeted
with a vision. Dressed in white, long golden-red hair,
crystal blue eyes and rosy lips curving into wide smile and
the sun above creating an aura of golden rays around the
figure made him believe.

Made him believe that wherever he is it must be a wondrous
place to allow this vision of serenity before him. The
figure leaned closer and he caught the almost forgotten
scent of baby powder, soft and tranquil. Tears slipped from
the corner of his eyes, tiny fingers brushed them away,
gently...delicately.

Sighing he closes, his eyes feeling a sense of peace
pervade his body. He felt others around him, touching him,
with wonder and curiosity, but he was calm even when his
body became weightless and silent when he could hear no
more...



Part One:

Late Summer 2005

"Mama...he's waking up."

There is that voice...and the same smell...baby
powder...Small hands touching my arm, holding me down
gently.

"No, no...Mama says you must be still!"

Same hands followed by larger ones, stroking my forehead
and face. Then I hear *the* voice...the one that haunts my
days and nights.

"Shh...It's ok...rest..."

I am so tired and falling back into sleep is so very easy.

* * * * *

January 1999

I miss Scully.

I do not want to be in this place...I am not crazy.

It is so hard to think...I know something is wrong with
me...something to do with that rubbing I get a sense of
people...of their thoughts, I think, but it's like everyone
is speaking all at once.

God...it hurts...

I know Scully is here...for a brief moment all the other
voices are subdued...Scully cool like a fresh spring rain
dousing the flame-like noise in my brain. I achieved
clarity and I screamed for her.

I see a glimpse of myself through her eyes and I feel the
healing touch of her thoughts not clear...hazy...soft...all
but one.

'You're both liars!'

I know the minute she leaves.

I don't know what the range of this ability is, but the
farther away she got the louder the voices became. I am
parched, dry; I beg her to return and let me dive into the
cooling waters of her mind.

"Please...please come back...Scully..."

I do not know how long I have been pacing in this padded
room before exhaustion and the drugs take their toll, but
just as I succumb, I again hear Scully's voice...

God I hope it's not a hallucination.

"I'm going to the Ivory Coast, Mulder to find the source.
Hold on."

I'll try Scully; I'll try...

* * * * *

February 10th, 1999

Where am I?

"It's ok, Mulder. I'm here."

Opening my eyes, I see her...Scully. I'm on a bed and as I
look around, I realize I don't recognize the place, but I
know it isn't a hospital. My voice is hoarse when I finally
speak.

"Scully...it hurts...help me..."

She leans over rubbing my temples.

"I know, Mulder...and I'm going to help you."

She moves her hands down my face over my neck and stops on
my bare chest fingers splayed open.

"You...you found the cure."

"Yes." She whispers before standing and dropping the robe
she is wearing and crawling on top of me, covering me with
her soft skin. I wonder if this is a dream.

"It's not a dream, Mulder...just feel...feel me...all that
I am..."

And I do.

She slides her hands into mine and our fingers interlace as
they have on so many occasions. Her nipples are pressing
into my chest and I concentrate for a moment and realize we
are breathing in harmony.

Slowly as I focus all my attention on each place, her skin
is touching mine the pain in my head starts to melt away.
Her hands in mine, her breasts against my chest, her groin
pressed against my erection all the way to her feet slowly
rubbing up and down my calves.

I focus on the warm and moist sensation of her breath on my
throat. She raises her head and looks down into my eyes and
I seem to defy gravity as I fall up into those blue pools.

Dreamlike, yet with a certain solidity I plunge into the
healing waters of her mind and I let her close around me,
willingly drowning in the depths therein. The current pulls
me along and then pushes me towards the surface where I see
the cascade of a waterfall.

Standing nude and beautiful under the stream of water is
Scully. She smiles and I am drawn to her, stepping up she
comes to me pulling my head down and pressing her lips to
mine.

Soft...plump...chilled like the water we stand under, our
lips warm together as we continue kissing. She steps back
slowly lowering her body to the ground and I follow. I pull
away noticing we are now on a moss covered bank, the river
flowing behind us.

"It's ok, Mulder." She whispers one hand on my chest the
other resting against my cheek. I take her hand and kiss
the palm before bending my head and taking a nipple into my
mouth.

She arches beneath me as I suckle, her hands grab my head
dragging my lips back up to meet her own. Her thighs open
farther and I settle my hips into the cradle she has made.

A slight shift and the head of my cock is slipping into her
body. It's amazing how her body stretches to accommodate a
part of me...Our flesh, no longer just hers, or mine but
ours.

"Open your eyes...Mulder." I hear her say.

I do and am humbled when I see Dana Scully slowly sink down
onto my erection. Leaning down she hungrily claims my
mouth, her tongue sliding past my lips easily. My hands
wander to her hips, holding lightly as she rocks back and
forth.

I feel her shudder just before her climax hits her full
force and I roll her onto her back. Instinctively she wraps
her legs higher around my waist my arms slide beneath
her...hands clutching her shoulders...face buried in the
crook of her neck as I thrust mindlessly into her.

Our mutual moans fill the air and when her second orgasm
rolls through her body I raise my head, finding her lips
and thrust once more as my own climax races through my
groin and my mind.

I want to roll off her body but I find I cannot move,
nuzzling into her breast right over her heart I manage to
mumble.

"I love you...Scully."

God I hope she believes me.

"I know." She replies softly, her fingers running through
my hair.

Thank you...I am so tired...

* * * * * (1/b)

It was only later when I first managed to look in the
mirror that I had been wrong. People who have lost a limb
sometimes comment on how they can still feel the appendage
they're missing. Looking at my reflection, I honestly
thought I fell asleep with Scully brushing her fingers
through my hair.

The truth was, is, I didn't have any hair. I found out
Scully and the Gunmen had gotten me out just in time or my
head would have been cut open...just like Gibson. Jeez
there were even some markings left on my skin from where
the incisions were going to be made.

I know I must have been pouting about my lack of hair after
emerging from the shower. I made several nasty and
demeaning comments about my *new* look and Scully cheered
me right up with her, 'Oh don't worry Mulder, it'll grow
back...Of course if you're in a hurry I could get you some
prenatal vitamins, most women say their hair grows faster.'

I know I gaped at her, she continued on though,
'But...there are some side effects,' she grinned. 'What
Scully you want me to grow *breasts*?' I retorted. She
laughed and then I laughed until she silenced me with a
kiss that assured me that my hair or lack thereof didn't
matter. One kiss became two and finally we both took the
journey into ecstasy together again.

March 1999

We've been back to work for going on two months now
and it seems for everything I've gained from the newfound
sexual intimacy between Scully and I, I am wondering why
it feels like I've lost something as well?

It's like whatever journey Scully took to cure me has
drained her physically and emotionally in such a way
 that none of the cases or obstacles we've overcome
 have been able too.

Spiritually she's suffering as well...I can see it. I don't want
to broach the subject since her religious beliefs have
always been a tender topic for both of us. I know her faith
is weakened and I never wanted that to happen, but I've
been noticing how she takes her cross off when we make
love and sometimes she doesn't wear it for days.

Last night she stood in front of the full-length mirror just
staring at her naked body, still flushed from our lovemaking,
probably thinking I had passed out from sexual bliss like the
night before. Her hands cupped her breasts, lifting them
slightly, thumbs gliding over her nipples. The fingers on her
right hand traveled slowly up, tickling at the base of her throat.

She was deep in thought and jumped slightly when I
pressed myself against her back, draping the golden
chain around her neck and fastening the clasp.

"Please don't take it off again, Scully." I stated gently, but
firmly.Her fingers played with the symbol of her faith. I caught
her eyes with mine in the mirror.

"Doubts are okay, Scully...having faith of any kind opens
each of us up to having moments of confusion, your
cross..." I paused to wrap my own hand around hers
until we were both holding it, together. "This, this
symbol belongs were it is...right now."

"Thank you," she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes
before turning and embracing me. Scully allowed
herself to cry into my chest and I held her, whispering
over and over words that I'm is unsure of today only
that I was using my voice to soothe and comfort her.

Some moments later I heard her speak softly the words
gliding across my skin. "God...I do so love you, Mulder."

Even now just remembering the inflection of her voice
and those simple yet, profound words arouse me the
same way they did last night.

There are things Scully hasn't told me yet...I still don't
know exactly what happened to her in Africa, what or
who made her aware of how to cure me using some
invisible connection we have.

I wonder can it be explained scientifically? Would there
be someway of proving its existence? What about
emotionally? Spiritually? Physically? Most importantly,
what evidence convinced Scully?

Whatever ability I had is gone. Yet when we make love...
when we are skin to skin, I still feel something...a tingling,
a depth of consciousness, like being empty and full at the
same time. Its not a bad feeling or a good feeling just
neutral...calming...I don't want it to be my imagination.

It can't be...not after everything we've shared.

I'm going to need the answers at some point; I'm
going to need to hear the truth from her lips about
everything she hasn't been able to tell me. I'll wait.
I know she'll tell me in her own time.

I'm jolted out of my thoughts by Scully. "Mulder, where is
that file on the Swanson case?"

"In the bottom drawer, why?"

"Well I just got some test results back and I wanted to
include them in the notes." Turning in my chair, I watch
as she stoops, opens the cabinet and retrieves the
file in question.

She smiles at me, then stands, I see her sway slightly her
free hand grasping at the file cabinet edge just as her eyes roll
back and she falls forward. Jumping up I somehow manage
to catch her limp body before she hits the floor.

I lower us down cradling her upper body on my lap, panic
licking through me as I touch her forehead, cool...no fever
although her cheeks seem a little flushed to me.

"Scully...Scully," I call out. Her eyes flutter open.

"What happened?" She asks, confused.

"You fainted," I want to smack my head in frustration when a
certain thought enters my mind. "Scully when did you eat last?"

She sits up and I help her stand on shaky legs, leading her
slowly over to the chair I just vacated. "Well...we were running
late this morning...so," she leans back grinning seductively.

I nod. She doesn't need to refresh my memory of *why* she
wasn't able to eat a proper breakfast. I mentally berate my
hormones even as I attempt to remind myself we *were*
trying to conserve water. Just doing our parts for ecology...
Uh-huh...whatever...horny bastard.

"Don't give me *that* look, Fox Mulder. I'm fine," she yanks
on my tie, pulling my face close to hers for a quick kiss before
whispering in my ear. "But occasionally I do need sustenance
of another kind...and so do you...*IF* you think you're going to
be able to keep on putting out all those *peak* performances."

I pull away slightly and give her my best leer, "Peak performance,
huh? Well then *Agent* Scully I guess we better go have some
lunch, that way we can keep *your* motor running...You know how
much I love that little humming sound...or is it purring?"

She stands pushing on my chest lightly, "Let's go, Mulder."

She grabs her purse and we are almost out the door when the
telephone rings and Scully being Scully answers it. "Scully...yes."

I watch Scully go from pink cheeked to deathly white in the span
of two seconds as she slowly sinks down into her chair. Her hand
trembles when she picks up a pen and I look over her shoulder
as she writes.

*Philadelphia Memorial Hospital*

"Thank you sir...for the travel arrangements." She hangs up
and I kneel, taking her hands in mine she finally raises her
head and looks into my eyes.

"It's my mother. She was visiting my Aunt Caroline...she
collapsed at a shopping mall...they're running more tests,
but..." She draws in a shaky breath and I brush off a single
tear cascading down her cheek.

"Scully..."

"Preliminary results indicate...cancer...brain cancer...OH
MY GOD, Mulder. Cancer..." I barely touch her back and
her head drops into my neck, tears soaking my shirt collar,
I tighten my embrace rubbing her back as she sobs.

Clutching my shirt in her hands, she manages to ask, "Why?
Why her Mulder...why?" She drops her head resting it on my
shoulder. "I don't know, Scully."

I should have known that fate would intervene on any
happiness Scully and I have found recently. Fate is
cruel and life is unkind. Jesus what in the FUCK,
does it take for us to get a little break?






Part (2/5)

* * * * *

December 31, 1999

I haven't seen Scully for almost nine months now.

God I miss her.

I miss seeing her face everyday at the office. I miss her
smile. I miss her smell. I miss the feel of her skin
beneath my own...so soft. I miss her voice and the way it
sounded when her orgasm would wash over her...panting,
breathlessly moaning and calling my name.

Jesus I miss making love to her we only had two months
together in that way...but I know now there will *never* be
anyone else for me no matter how long I have to wait. No
one...ever.

It's not like I haven't spoken to her, I have and I know
where she is. I know her reasons for being away from me,
but I want to be there for her to support her, comfort her
and she says that I am. Just by knowing that I will be here
waiting for her when she returns is what keeps her going.

The day she got the call about her mother, I received a
call about my own and we separated each of our families
needing us as individuals. My mother had ruptured her
appendix and as much as I wanted to be with Scully, well my
mother...she's still my mother and I love her even with
what has passed between us.

Scully and I called each other, unfortunately Mrs. Scully
was dying of cancer and she decided she wanted to live out
the rest of her days touring Europe with her family,
especially Ireland where some distant relatives still
lived.

I told Scully when my mother was back home I would hire a
nurse so I could be with her, but she declined insisting
that with the two of us just getting the X Files back our
positions therein where tenuous at best. No, my Scully made
me promise to keep working so that she would have something
and someone to come home to.

After almost nine months, it's hard and getting harder
everyday, being without her. I remember in October I had
this dream, so intense it was all I could do not to hop on
the next flight out...to see for myself she was alright.

She was in pain, great pain...but the images and feelings
were of joy. How can one be in pain yet be happy? It was
the first time since she left that I felt something,
something to do with our bond...our connection and it was
strong, very strong.

She cried out my name.

There were figures, her brother Bill for one, blocking my
way, my path, so that I might see her and try to help her.
And then I felt this wave of pure love overcome me, of
calm...of comfort and I slipped out of my dream and into
consciousness.

I phoned her at the last number she gave me and her sister-
in-law Tara answered, I could here something in her
voice...a hesitancy, before she informed me that Dana
wasn't there right now. She assured me that she would tell
Scully I called and for me not to worry...Dana was fine.

Scully called me the next day.

We didn't talk long. She said she was very tired from a
little country excursion she had taken her mother on the
day before. 'I love you, Mulder...' she said as she hung up
the telephone and I could hear the catch in her voice. I
know she was crying just as I was, probably still holding
the telephone in her hands...like me.

Maybe if I just close my eyes I can imagine she's
here...right now...with me. How I wish it was true...

* * * * *

A sound...the door unlocking...swinging open and then the
distinct sound of it closing and latching. I slowly open my
eyes and there she is...standing before me.

Scully...my Scully.

"Mulder," she says as she walks toward me. "My mother is
gone...I need you Mulder...I need you...now."

Her fingers stroke my cheek, gently before she claims my
lips and climbs onto my lap in one fluid motion. I move to
touch her breasts, aching to wrap my mouth around those
rosy nipples, but she shakes her head catching my hands,
stopping me. I don't understand. I'm confused until she
places my hand under the dress she's wearing.

My fingers find her hot, swollen, wet and naked to my
touch. My thumb and forefinger grasp and roll her clit,
she's shaking above me and grinding her groin against my
erection repeatedly. I gasp and give an unplanned sharp tug
on her clit and she convulses, screaming out my name.

Her eyes are like blue fire as she rips herself away from
my touch and grabbing the waistband of my sweats yanks them
down...hard. My cock springs free and I can't help the
little sound of pain that comes from my mouth. Everything
is moving so quickly, she raises her hips taking my cock in
her hand and guiding in place, she pauses.

"Take me, Mulder. I want you inside me."

Both of us move together I slam up into her and she drops
down, driving my cock all the way inside of her body.
JESUS! I grab her face in my hands...she's hurting. Tears
are streaming from her eyes.

"God...Scully...I'm hurting you...we need to stop."

She moves my hands down to her hips, raises up and drops
down again. "No...I need you...Mulder," she hisses. "But
Scul..." My response is cut off by her mouth covering mine
and her hips moving up and down my length. I try to move my
hands up to her breasts, but she stops me again, drawing
one my hand back down to where or bodies are meeting.

She pulls my free hand up guiding my finger into her mouth
sucking greedily on the digit as right hand guided by her
own presses and circles her clit in a steady rhythm. Soon
we are both gasping for breath and I can feel her
tightening around me...she's close, again.

I don't quite now how I succeed in this maneuver so
quickly, but within three seconds I've lifted her off me
flipped her around on her stomach, drawn her hips up and
plunged back into her. Her hands grab at the armrest of the
couch her back bowing with each inward thrust.

"ScullyScully...I..." I pull out circling the head of my
cock just inside her and she groans dropping her head down
onto the armrest, I can see her breath leaving little
droplets of moisture on the leather.

"Please...Mulder...please," she pleads softly and I move
into once again...holding myself buried deep inside, I find
her clit and as I draw my hips back I squeeze. Her inner
walls contract and I can't hold out, thrusting mindlessly
as my body empties itself inside of her.

I collapse, my body draping over hers. "Scully," I whisper
in her ear, but she doesn't answer. I gently sweep the hair
off her face and notice her mouth is open, jaw locked on
the armrest. I push on her chin breaking the hold and see
the teeth marks she left on the leather.

I turn us both onto our sides, my arm under her head like a
pillow and I take the time to breath in her scent, our
scent, it's different somehow...stronger and...

I bury my nose in her neck; her skin brings back
memories...like the feel of my mother when she would hug me
after I'd taken a fall out of the tree in our back yard.
Alternatively, how she would rock me and I could listen to
the steady beating of her heart and her voice as it lulled
my to sleep. I do have a few good memories of the time
before Samantha was taken; my mother wasn't always closed
off to me.

Whatever it is, I like it...soothing, sweet and arousing at
the same time. Like warm milk at bedtime or cotton candy
melting in your mouth with the womanly taste of the heaven
between Scully's legs. I close my eyes inhaling more of
this new scent...I swear I can't get enough.

Maybe the scent isn't new at all maybe it's just been so
damn long since I've held her...touched her and made love
to her. I tighten my arms around her and I vow to myself no
matter what I'm not letting her go again.

I notice how wet the top of Scully's dress is and then I
realize my shirt is just as wet from sweat and other fluids
so I nuzzle into her neck again, she sighs and I rest.

* * * * *

December 31, 1999 11:45 p.m.

A rumbling startles us both and we stand on shaky legs
trying to figure out what is going on. Scully and I move to
the window.

Cracks...steam hissing out and then a black fluid bubbles
out. We hear explosions and more rumbling. "Oh my God!"
Scully screams, clamping a hand over her mouth. She turns
running for the door and I follow calling out to her.

"Scully!" She opens the door so hard it slams against the
wall and I manage to catch up to her on the street in front
of my apartment. People are running past us pushing and
shoving, pointing in the air.

Scully and I finally look up...and see the ship, hovering
over us it's huge at least the size of fifty football
fields. She yanks her arm away from my grasp. "Goddammit!
Let me go, Mulder!"

"Why? Scully...where are you going?" I have to know where
in the hell she thinks she's going without me. Tears spring
into her eyes as she looks up again. "I never told you,
Mulder..." She pauses and then almost like she changes her
mind she repeats, softer the second time. "I never told
you, Mulder..."

That doesn't explain where she's going or why it seemed
like she was going to let something extremely important
slip. In fact, that statement tells me nothing at all
except to raise my curiosity. I hold her gaze with my own,
"Wherever you're going, Scully...I'm coming with you." I
tell her firmly, keeping a solid grip on her arm as I do.

11:55

She looks into my eyes and nods.

"I...We have to get to the Lone Gunman...now!"

We take off running and I think we are only about a block
away when we are separated by a swarm of people running
toward us. I am knocked down and when I stand, I can't see
her anymore. I swear I can hear her voice in my head and
she's chanting a name...Todd...and then I'm sorry,
Mulder...it echoes repeatedly in my head. What does that
mean?

"Scully!" I call out and then I'm running.

I'm running so fast that I don't have time to breathe and
the sounds around me lapse like someone turned off the
volume. I'm running, my feet slapping on the pavement jars
my body, but I don't hear the impact...I keep screaming out
her name but all I hear is silence...

Can you hear me? Scully? Can you hear me, running? Wait
Scully, wait! I chant repeatedly in my brain. I stop when
the feeling of electricity passes through my body, making
the hair on my arms stand on end.

Suddenly I'm cold, freezing, it's December for Christ's
sake and I'm in a T-shirt, sweats and soaking wet socks. My
teeth are chattering non-stop and my lips must be turning
blue, but I can't stop gotta keep moving...find Scully.

I look up at the ship and the light around it pulses green
to blue and then it flashes so brightly I have to shield my
eyes and even though I can't seem to hear I cover my
ears...My head is pounding and I fall...and fall...and
fall...






Part (3/5)

* * * * *
Late Summer 2005

I'm just starting to wake up when the conversation starts.

"Mama...why doesn't he wake up? He's been asleep a long
time."

"I know Zoe, but he was very sick...the heat from the sun
made his body too hot...Like when you had that fever
earlier this year, remember? Do you understand, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mama I understand...am I doing a good job? Will the
cold washcloth help him?"

"It already has, his fever is down and once he's rested he
will wake up, then we need to get him to eat...Will you be
alright I have to go help the others in the garden?"

Others? What others?

"I'm *fine* Mama...Mama?"

That tone is so familiar the same inflection too and how
many times have I heard I'm fine, but from someone else's
lips. Lips I once met with my own caressing, searching,
opening...

"What Zoe?"

Zoe...a beautiful name for a carefree voice.

"Do...do you think he'll like me?"

Why would she want me to like her? Why would she care?

"Of course he will honey he'll...he'll love you."

"Good."

I've been half awake since they started talking, but now
I'm totally conscious and I'm trying to absorb everything
that was just said. It can't be what my heart is telling me
even as my mind screams out the impossibility let alone the
improbability. Yet I need to know...I have a right to know.

I open my eyes, blink once trying to focus fully and she
smiles at me and I know it's true without a shadow of a
doubt...Zoe...Zoe is Scully's child...her daughter...

"Zoe?" I croak out.

She nods somewhat shyly her hair falls forward and I take
notice that is a beautiful light brown, but the sun coming
in the window changes it into burnished copper. I reach out
and take a few strands in between my fingers... Silky and
soft just like Scully, but it's thicker more like...

I swallow before speaking again, "Zoe may I have some
water, please?"

She walks over to a strange looking device with a spigot
and comes back with a small cup of water. She holds it to
my lips and my hand shakes as I move it to encompass hers
as I drink. Her other hand gently holds the back of my neck
small fingers kneading the skin. Scully...this little girl
has a healing touch just like you...

"Thank you." I say and pat the bed beside me. Without
hesitation she climbs up and sits facing me. "Zoe...how old
are you?"

"I will be five soon."

"I heard the lady...your Mama say they're others."

"Oh yes...some grownups, lots of other kids too...my Mama
is a teacher." She starts stroking my forehead and I think
it soothes both of us simultaneously.

Just then, the door flies open and a young boy comes
running in dragging an older girl behind him. My eyes have
to be playing tricks on me... That can't be her, it can't
be. What kind of delusion is this and the boy...Oh My
God...

Suddenly little Zoe becomes a fierce little fireball she
stomps right up to the boy who is at least a foot taller
and pokes him right in the chest. He looks down at her with
disdain.

"TODD! You get outta here RIGHT NOW! Before I tell Mama and
I will too... You know he needs his rest!"

*Todd* the name Scully was chanting...that night...Todd...

He shrugs and turns tugging on the girl's hand, she stands
for a moment gazing at me silently I can see something
fluttering behind her eyes and then it's gone. She follows
him out and my young protectress slams the door behind
them. She walks back over and hops back up on the bed.

When I finally find my voice again I ask, "Zoe...those
children...the girl..."

She sighs, "That was my meanie brother Todd, just cause
he's older he thinks he can boss me around...and the girl
that's my Aunt Samantha she just got unfrozed a few months
ago."

Unfrozed?

"I think you mean unfrozen, Zoe?"

"Oh yeah, unfrozen..." She leans closer to me before
speaking again.

"Well...I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you...she was
in one of the big ships...that's what everyone calls them
and she was in this tube thingy...frozen...like ice."

Oh No! Oh Jesus! This is just too much for one day...I need
some time to process all this...tears are streaming down my
cheeks and Zoe begins wiping them away. Her little face
scrunches up in concern.

"Please...Zoe," I moan out. " I need to be alone right
now."

She doesn't understand and keeps trying to stop my tears.

"Don't cry...Daddy...please don't cry...please...I'm sorry
Todd made you upset...I won't let him in here
anymore...Daddy?"

That word...DADDY...

It's true. It's real.

She knows I'm her father, that *I* am also Todd's father,
they both know because Scully must have told them... I have
two children...I've missed out on so much the thought just
makes me sob harder and I don't mean to, but when I try to
tell her it comes out like I'm yelling.

"I need to be ALONE!"

Her face goes completely white her lips quivering, "I'm
sorry...I didn't mean to make you cry...Daddy..." She
bursts into tears and runs from the room...away from me.

"Zoe!" I call out, but it's too late. I curl into a ball
and weep for the things I've missed...and for the dreams I
never thought possible and for being kept in the dark...

* * * * *

After a while I manage to stand up and get dressed with the
clothes I find laying out for me. I feel much steadier now
as I leave this room in search of Scully and some answers.

I find her in the kitchen she's at the sink washing dishes,
she doesn't turn around when I enter, but she knows I'm
there.

"I suppose you want to know about Samantha."

My anger flares, yes of course I do, but does Scully really
know me so little that she would think that was the first
question on my mind. I cross the large room grab her
shoulders and spin her around my hands cupping her face.

"Scully..."

My lips descend demanding a response from her that she
reluctantly gives I can feel a calmness pervade me as her
lips mold to mine and our hearts begin to beat in sync. I
trail my lips down the smooth column of her throat, one
hand cupping her breast the other travelling around her
back and pulling her to me.

I harden instantly at the intimate contact I have been so
long without. I start to unbutton the dress she's wearing,
I pull the fabric, and her bras cup aside enough to let me
draw one breast out. I briefly think her nipple is darker
before I take it into my mouth.

I know I'm sucking like a newborn searching for sustenance
and it wrings a loud moan from deep inside of Scully.
"Mulder! Oh...God, Mulder!" She screams out.

"Get AWAY from her!" I look down; Todd is pushing me with
all the strength he can muster. "Stop it!"

I immediately let go of Scully, realizing our compromising
position and that the boy...my son...must think I'm hurting
her. Needless to say, this puts a damper on our sexual
urges.

"Todd," Scully calmly speaks to him as she buttons her
dress. "He wasn't hurting me...really...Now I need you to
leave us alone...we have a lot of talking to do."

He gives me one last scathing look and storms out of the
room. "Wow," I say. "He sure has a temper." Scully doesn't
speak. "Scully...why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"Well that's not good enough." My anger is increasing.

"Things are different now, Mulder."

"But not back then Scully...I can assume that Zoe was
conceived the night...the night the world went to
hell...the last night we were together. But Todd...I can
guess you had him earlier...how much earlier, Scully?"

"He was born in October." She softly states.

"What year?" I press.

And she replies, even though I already know the answer, so
low I almost can't hear, "October 13,1999." I turn my back
on her drawing in several deep breaths before speaking.

"Goddammit Scully! Didn't you think I would have wanted to
know? That I had a FUCKING right to be there when, not
your, not my, but OUR son was born? What in the hell were
you thinking? Jesus, *he* was born on *my* birthday
Christ's sake"

I face her again, she hasn't moved a muscle and that fact
angers me even more. "Jesus Scully I wanted to BE with
you...your mother was dying and all I could think about was
comforting you and holding you. Couldn't you have just
accepted my strength for once...did you have to shut me out
of something I didn't even know about and had every right
to?"

I take a breath before continuing. "And what was *that*
night...just one more fuck for old times sake...before you
took our son and left me and the FBI for good?"

That seems to hit her hard. When her eyes meet mine, they
are like ice and fire battling for dominion.

"Do you really want to know why I couldn't let you be there
when my mother was dying Mulder? Moreover, why when I was
pregnant with your son and didn't tell you? Do you! Do you
really?!" Her voice raises with every word until she is
screaming.

"Yes!" I yell out.

"Because I couldn't TRUST you...I couldn't trust that I
would let you comfort me and I know I would have depended
on you being there...yes... Your strength Mulder I wanted
it...oh how I wanted it...but I couldn't and wouldn't let
myself be hurt..."

Jesus this is hard.

"I was afraid to take the chance of needing you and you're
not being there...I *know* you Mulder...and if Skinner had
called with a case, with a lead on Samantha...you would
have went off...I didn't want to be second.  I would have
been alone...without any support, without the support I
would have relied on from you...I was scared to need
you..."

She trails off and I feel like I've just been sucker-
punched. I walk over to her...I need time to think, but I
have to touch her. She moves closer and we end up sinking
to the floor, she is shuddering and crying her head resting
on my lap.

She falls asleep. I gather her into my arms, carry her into
the room and placing her on the bed I curl my body around
hers and realize it feels right...so right...even after all
these years...

I want to stay here. The only problem is I know *they* will
be coming for me sooner or later...

* * * * *

Two Hours Later

I drift awake aware of only one thing the steady thrumming
in my cock, almost five years is a long time to remain
celibate and my body in its unconscious state responded
accordingly. My face presses into the nape of Scully's
neck, I inhale her scent even as I raise her dress, leaving
it bunched at her waist.

My whole body is shaking from the force of my desire...I
can't remember it ever being this strong.

Upon freeing my cock to the air my hips lurch forward into
Scully's panty clad ass. Jesus, I want her. I can't seem to
wait until she is awake; the remembered feeling of being
buried inside of her spurs me on. Yet I realize I can't
just rip off her underwear and ram myself home so to speak,
I don't ever want to hurt her.

My fingers travel under the waistband of her panties
spreading her outer lips. God she's warm...I trace circles
around her clitoris, she moans a low and deep as her body
reacts instinctively to my intimate caress, she almost
seems to swell beneath my hand.

I dip my middle finger into her, drawing the growing
moisture out and using it to glide over and over the bundle
of nerves that have hardened into the woman's version of an
erection. Her body is ready...lubricated and waiting for
me...swollen yet soft...

Moving the crotch of her panties aside I begin the sweet
slide inside of her. I draw her leg up over my hip opening
her to me, allowing me deeper penetration.
"Jeesssssuuuussss Chhhhhrrrriiiisssttt, Scully..." I groan
out. "So...good..."

The feeling of her muscles clenching around me, rippling,
is heaven. She moans out my name, "Mulder..." My pace
quickens and strengthens our body's clash together with an
audible slapping sound. I'd lost touch with how tight and
hot she gets when we make love...oh...God; I don't ever
want to lose this feeling...

Sliding my right arm under her, I pull her even tighter
against me. My left hand moves back under her panties,
seeking out her clit my fingers trap the tiny bud in a
scissor-like position. With each stroke in, my fingers
squeeze the captive knot of nerves and I swear I feel
it...I feel IT...When she comes, the hard flesh bursting up
before retracting into the safety of her body, an
implosion.

Scully turns her head into the pillow, muffling her screams
as her body jerks violently in my arms. With the onset of
her orgasm, my climax follows quickly, suddenly and I was
unprepared for the intensity, the pleasure and pain
conjoined.

I'd lost touch with how this one act could leave me so
drained yet exhilarated all at the same time. Scully's hair
is in my mouth and I bend my head, tucking my chin into her
shoulder. I close my eyes. Savoring and enjoying the peace,
I feel right now...

My contentment is short-lived.

* * * * *

"Mulder, let me go."

"I don't want to, Scully." He replies, nuzzling his nose
into the back of my neck. I push on his arms and hands that
are still wrapped around me in a vice-like grip. "I mean
it, Mulder...Jesus...you don't even realize what you've
done!" I struggle harder; causing his hips to shift back
and his softening cock to slips out. I gasp at the
sensation and a part of me regrets the lose.

He's confused and relinquishes his hold on me. I scramble
away from him and literally bolt from the bed. I stand
staring down at him until he begins to put his clothing
back into place, then I start pacing.

He sighs before speaking. "No, Scully...exactly what have I
done. Other then make love to you? I mean I know you
weren't awake when I started, but before...I mean, I used
to wake you up some mornings like that. I, I gave you
pleasure...I felt you climax...all you had to say was
stop."

I hold up my hand before he can continue. "Christ,
Mulder...Yes I had an orgasm in fact if you want to get
technical I had three, but..." Tears are pooling in my eyes
as I draw in a ragged breath, arms wrapping around myself
as I struggle to go on. "God...I, I can't...I just can't do
this *alone* again...I can't."

He tries to pull me into his arms, but my hands pressed
against his chest keep him at arm length. I'm frustrated
with him, with myself. "Scully? Alone for what...I'm here?"

I look into his eyes. "I can't go through another pregnancy
by myself...I can't..." He takes my hands in his.
"Whoa...wait a minute, Scully...Don't you think your
jumping the gun just a little? I mean..." He trails off.

I can see his eyes glaze over, cloudy, and I am shocked
when I am pulled into the vision. I know it's my body, my
womb. I see the spherical shape of my ova lightly bouncing
against the muscular walls of my uterus tiny cilia turning
it over and tossing it back and forth.

In seconds *they* descend, tails flailing. Whip-like
strokes force them to ram against the outer
barrier...Mulder's sperm. Naturally the persistent and
single-minded little fucks that they are, one manages to
crack the outer hull so to speak and enter. There is a
flash of energy, almost electrical in nature as the first
cellular division takes place and with that, the vision
ends.

Mulder's eyes are still unfocused, but are clearing
rapidly. With the meaning hits him, he swallows and his
voice is awestruck. "Scully? How, how did you know?" He
pauses. "Does it have something to do with what you found
in Africa...before? Scully, what haven't you told me?"

There is no sense in keeping anything from him at this
point in time. I was afraid to tell him...before...his mind
and body still so weak from his experience. But now..."Yes,
Mulder it does...I think it's time you know the truth."




Part (4/5)

* * * * *

African Coast 1999

"I will take you there, but...the others, they are afraid."

I feel their eyes upon me; my long skirt whips against my
legs with the sea breeze as I follow my guide over to the
tide pool. He points at the waves lapping over the sand, I
stoop down annoyed at the wind ruffling my hair, I try to
make sense of the small piece of stone or metal that peeks
out when the water recedes. What is it?

Some part of me is denying what I see, that which I can't
explain, yet I reach out. My hand smoothes the sand away, I
fight a losing battle with the ocean as each wave threatens
to cover what I have uncovered. I am becoming increasingly
aware of the dozens of pairs of eyes, watching me, with
wonder, curiosity, and perhaps even a little awe.

I see the strange markings, are they symbols of another
language like the rubbing? My fingers are tingling, almost
like there are tiny shocks of electricity entering my skin
just before the ground beneath me starts to tremble. I
stumble back, falling unceremoniously onto the beach, I
want to run, but know I can't.

The triangular shape rises, sand and water rain back down
onto the beach even as the craft ceases motion and hovers a
few inches off the ground. I feel certain my own eyes hold
the wonder I once saw in Mulders when he told me of the
spacecraft he saw in Antarctica.

The pounding of the ocean and the howl of the wind grows
exponentially in my ears as I stand and walk around the
entire circumference of the ship. I finally reach out,
touching the surface of the vessel. I hear a humming just
before the door opens.

I can't see the interior clearly, it is dimly lit by a
greenish glow, and my natural curiosity causes me to step
up onto the ramp. I turn around when I hear the familiar
sound of helicopter blades and the sound of machine gun
fire. I'm not at all surprised by what I see.

"Agent Scully, step away from the ship."

Alex Krycek stands amidst well over fifty men in full
combat gear, behind them there is a second wave of men
dressed in white Haz-mat suits. Krycek takes a step
forward, towards me.

"You can't get away." He motions and every gun is suddenly
pointed at me. Instead of taking a step forward though, I
take a step back. "Stop!" Krycek yells, but no one fires
upon me. Behind me, the light seems to increase in
brightness.

"Hurry!" A voice says...is it in my head? "Step into the
ship, it's your only protection. They can't enter the ship.
You will be safe." Although I don't know if it's wise I
heed the voice, pivoting and taking the final step into
something, I didn't believe existed in the hopes of
survival.

The moment I step down the door closes, sealing me in. I
hear the sounds of bullets bouncing, hopefully, of the
exterior of the ship. I take a couple of steps, peering at
the room or chamber I'm in. There are computer-like
screens, metal looking tubes, more panels with symbols and
in the middle is what looks like a navigation chair.

I swallow a scream at the voice to my left. "Agent Scully,
it's nice to see you again." Turning I see probably the
last person I expected. "Gibson?" He smiles at me, nodding
his head.

I start to ask him at least one of the many questions
running through my mind when I notice movement around me.
Turning my head, I am paralyzed with fear when I take in
the three creatures advancing on me.

They don't look friendly. Lizard like, yet their skin
appeared moist perhaps even slimy, large oval eyes...A
nightmare, not quite the aliens Sigourney Weaver had to
deal with but certainly not ET either. Each step they take
makes a wet slapping sound on the floor.

"Don't be afraid. They won't hurt you."

Don't be afraid? How am I NOT supposed to be afraid,
Gibson?

I'm standing as still as a statue when the first of them
touches me, gently. The second follows and then the third
each one caressing my arms, my hair, my back, my
legs...they almost seem to be purring. It's like having
three mutant cats rubbing up against me.

When they are satisfied, they stop. "Gibson? What is going
on?" He motions me to sit in what I guessed to be a chair.
"When will you accept what you see?" He asks me, then
shakes his head. "Don't bother answering...If you want to
save Agent Mulder's life you are going to have to trust me
and believe everything I tell you. If you refuse...He will
die."

"What is this ship, Gibson...the markings what does it all
mean?"

"The markings are a catalogue of sorts, for instance the
*entire* Bible is etched into that wall over there." He
points to the left, I notice a small chunk is missing and I
presume the artifacts that are now missing would fit in the
space perfectly.

Gibson is smiling at me. "Yes, you are correct. Let's just
say the ship was accessed by an outsider." My brow furrows.
"You mean to tell me that someone managed to get in here
and physically remove a chunk of the wall?"

"Yes." He replies. "Who was it?" Gibson sighs. "It was
Diana Fowley." I stand anger and confusion vying for
control. "Diana? But how? Why?" Gibson touches my hand,
until I calm down and sit. "This ship was sent to pick me
up, I am now the navigator for this vessel. Dana, Agent
Scully...this ship is a library."

"A library?"

"Yes. This ship has traveled to Earth through the many
centuries and with each visit, it is updated with anything
and everything current. This ship has catalogued the
original spoken word of the bible at well over 5,000 pages
through the years end up at less than 1,000 written."

I stand again. Walking over to touch the wall, my
fingertips grazing the markings and I feel that strange
tingling, like tiny shocks, traveling throughout my body.
"So this ship holds everything?"

"No, this ship is only the catalogue of all the religious
and spiritual times and events throughout Earth's history.
There are other ships that
travel here, but they focus on different things, nature,
science, the arts etc."

"What you've got to realize is that as humans evolved their
minds and bodies they have ignored the fundamental
spiritualism everyone had been given. Many have lost faith
totally...even you...Dana...and you were
the first...you and Mulder."

"What?" I gasp; damn if I'm not getting more confused by
the second. And Gibson calling me Dana...well I guess Agent
Scully takes longer.

"Dana, I know you still believe in God, in each individual
having a soul...Your faith doesn't include reincarnation,
but..." He looks into my eyes, a penetrating stare.

"Your soul, *Mulders soul*, doesn't rest. The two of your
souls come together in so many different lifetimes...to
grow, to learn...to love. Some souls are only here for one
lifetime. Others, mostly the evil ones are restless and may
move from body to body in a single lifetime."

Memories of Melissa Reidel-Ephesian flash before me; she
was Mulder's husband while I was his father in one
lifetime. What about the other, I was his sergeant and she
was a nurse? In both those lifetimes if I am to believe
them, I was dead. Does that mean my fate is sealed in this
lifetime as well?

Gibson is shaking his head. "Dana, you have to let go...of
science, of your hesitation, of the physical even. Close
your eyes and remember. Drift and let yourself open to who
you were...who Mulder was, it is his only hope now."

I shake my head, Gibson is asking too much. Suddenly the
three aliens, beings, creatures...what do I call them? They
move forward, holding me in place, from out of nowhere
lethargy sweeps over me, my eyes close and there is
blackness...

The black, the darkness slowly transforms into light. I
hear the calming sound of water...a stream perhaps. I
realize I am in a boat or canoe. My gaze falls upon a
woman. Tall and slender with dark brown hair almost black,
she is wearing a toga like robe yet I can tell it is a rich
material. She is wealthy or has some sort of high station,
jewels and golden chains, belts, adorn her robe.

Her face is painted, she reminds me of Cleopatra. That's
it, this must be Egypt. But who am I? She bends down and
lifts me up, her eyes are warm and kind...I am a baby.

A voice calls out to me, soothing my mind. This is your
beginning Dana, the first time your spirit arrived. If I am
this baby, then who and where is Mulder...since I'm to
believe we are always meeting one another. Sarcasm doesn't
become you Dana.

Suddenly I am older, a young man. I am Moses.

Where is Mulder? The voice whispers...you know...and I do.
Mulder is Rameses, son of Pharaoh, and the man who ordered
the murder of perhaps thousands of male infants. Mulder
could never...be that...no.

The voice echoes in my head. That is why you were sent to
him, you were to help bring out his humanity so that he did
not become his father. You tried, yet he was loyal to his
family, to his son that was sacrificed. His soul was not
ready to grow and learn...not in that lifetime. I nodded. I
knew the voice spoke the truth and I remembered.

...And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die.
From the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne,
even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that *is* behind
the mill; and all the firstborn of the beasts. And there
shall be a great cry throughout the land of Egypt, such as
there was none like it, nor shall be like it anymore...

A shape takes form, indistinct but humanoid shaped. I take
the hand it offers and follow it into the mist that has
sprung up around us...

The mist surrounds me and then I feel I see the pain,
excruciating pain. It's as if I'm two people, a participant
and an observer. I watch, yet I also feel, her...myself,
lying on a bed of hay giving birth, a stable perhaps. The
clothing is strange; robes of deep hues cover the man
helping me and myself as well. Glancing around I see
animals, donkeys or burrows, I think, as well as horses and
camels.

Suddenly I know who she is, who *I* am...

A moment of blinding pain as the infant is born, which
fades the moment the babe latches onto a nipple suckling.
The tiny mouth, continues to suckle as the man sits behind
us both, his arms wrapping around her, me.

"You...we have a beautiful son...Mary."

Then I am falling, weightless through time and space. A
voice reaches out to me, comforts me...keeping me from
feeling alone and small.

"Yes, Dana. That was your second lifetime...you were meant
to give birth to Jesus, Mulder in your present lifetime, to
be his mother. Come child...there is more you must see..."

I grasp the hand again and I am lead through smoke...I hear
gunfire. I feel the sting as bullets strike me, entering my
flesh until I bleed and drop to the ground. With my last
dying breath my vision fills with a young woman, standing
away from me, she can't come to me. The Gestapo is rounding
up all the young men, her husband, and my son-in-law yet
she cries out to me, sobbing...Papa, Papa...do not
die...Papa.

I am an old man, yet I recognize the evil soul above me
that ends my life with a swift kick to the head, Cancer-
Man, Smoking-Man or C.G.B. Spender...I might not know his
true name, but I see the darkness within him.

I am tossed quickly into another lifetime or vision, this
one is more like watching a movie...and this time I a
see...no it *can't* be...it's Mulder, MY Mulder, and he's
wearing a German uniform.

There is a dance floor and a band playing on stage a woman
in a red dress and her dance partner bump into Mulder. He
grabs her arm, it *looks* like me, he smiles and speaks
excitedly. "Scully."

* * * * *

I see this mirror image of myself conversing with Mulder
and I have to laugh when she looks ready to belt him. Why
is he in a German uniform? Tap, tap, tap...Scully *you*
saved the world...Could this be what he was referring to?

Suddenly everything is moving faster, I see Mulder being
dragged away as my look-alike watches. He is beaten and
taken to the bridge of the ship. I see a dead-ringer for
the man we came to know as CGB Spender. Yet later, much
later I recognize him as the same Nazi who killed me, when
I was a Jewish father...Mulder's father.

Yes, the voice whispers, you are starting to understand.
You weren't meant to die, you still had much to teach
Mulder, your daughter, in that time. Yet if you hadn't
died, your soul wouldn't have been felt free to roam,
eventually landing on the Queen Anne.

That woman is your aunt, Katherine, your namesake.

The German's have everyone lined up in the ballroom; Mulder
is brought in and asked to identify Thor's Hammer. Men are
shot, Katherine intervenes, but I see the pain in Mulder's
eyes...the love...for someone that is not me, yet is...
My head is spinning as the images; feelings...I don't know
what to call them seem to run together. Mulder pushing the
gun away, pointing to a man lying dead on the floor, the
two of us pushed down on our knees. The ballroom turns into
a scene from every saloon brawl in almost all the horrid
cowboy movie's I have ever seen.

Mulder and I crawl out and race down the halls, turning one
corner I see *her* stop and turn...and I recall that same
corner when the Gunman and I searched the ship for Mulder.
I remember the shudder that passed through me.

Mulder drags me/my look-alike out onto the deck, telling
her some outrageous story and her expressions...God...I see
her staring in disbelief, dropping her head and then he
grabs her and kisses her.

What the Hell?

Moreover, as they part I finally see what Mulder and I are
meant to be. I see it in her/my eyes and I see it in his.
Right before she slugs him.

Now I see how Mulder got that bruise on his jaw. I close my
eyes and think back to his face as he told me he loved me,
how could I have *not* acknowledged the truth?

Do you believe, Dana?

I don't want to.

"Agent Scully?" A small hand touches my forehead. "Dana?"

I open my eyes and see Gibson. "Exactly how do I save
Mulder?"

"You must go to him...open your mind, let all the things
you've felt flow into him. It is the only way...You have
been all things to Agent Mulder through the
centuries...Brother, Sister, Mother, Father, Friend...God
is wise...but he *is* not perfect."

Gibson takes my hand. "Dana, it doesn't matter if you
believe in one God or ten...we were all created, but just
as there is good, there is evil...if your world is to have
a chance...it's time for Agent Mulder and you to become
something you *never* have been before..."

"Lovers..."

I shake my head. "What about the black oil, the virus? Are
they one and the same?" Gibson sighs. "There is a passage
not in the present Earth Bible that speaks of Jesus being
absorbed into the Earth...his blood became the black oil, a
well-spring of sorts. Over the years his blood has been
mutated by pollutants, by evil, by all the terrible things
humans think and do...the Earth *is* dying."

"And Mulder and I are supposed to be able to stop it?"

"No. There are others too...Dana you've always denied your
psychic tendencies...suppressed them...most humans do.
Nevertheless, if you are able to cure Agent Mulder, the
bond you share will continue to grow. The Creator wants to
start over...give Earth a fresh start, the only thing I can
tell you is that once your lives end...your souls will
never return, your children will pave the way for a new era
of the planet."

I laugh a bitter laugh. "Gibson, you know I'm sterile.
Unless you mean there are more children like Emily out
there...are there?"

"Yes, but they will not survive the coming apocalypse. I
can't tell you anything else...it is beyond my
capabilities. You must hurry...Agent Mulder grows weaker by
the hour."

The three aliens surround me and as they touch me once more
I loose all sense of time and space, I drift neither here
nor there...I hear snippets of conversations...

"Krycek! I should have known you'd have the key, one of the
few things the ship needs. We both know you wouldn't have
gotten in otherwise. Just as Diana Fowley was allowed in
before you...when did you expose her?"

"Call off the critters, Gibby...or I'll kill them...That's
better, Diana? Well she would have died from that bullet
wound if we hadn't converted her, pretty slick having her
morph into Agent Scully to gain access in here, I guess the
ships not so invulnerable after all...What are you doing to
her?"

"I think you know."

"Why give her, him...any of them false hope? You know
colonization isn't an option any longer..."

"She wasn't meant for this, neither was Mulder...our
creator..."

"Fuck this Creator, bullshit! There is NO Creator,
Gibby...There is no GOD, and there is no powerful being
controlling every creature's destiny. God, the
Creator...whatever you want to call him, it...has gone the
way of the dinosaurs, the dragons and the fairies. There
are NO more kings, queens and castles...there's only us,
them and what is!"

"I don't believe that...I've read the things on this
ship...*I* feel different...I know there are other races on
other worlds, I've read the Bibles of hundreds of
civilizations...all of them can't be wrong. There is a
start to everything."

"Bibles...fairytales, one and the same.
Reincarnation...*wrong* a soul is nothing but energy. The
miracles proclaimed in these *stories* can be proven
through science and experimentation...I'm not here to
argue. Finish with her and then leave...take the ship away
from Earth."

"Your race...the race you have evolved into Krycek, used to
believe...I've read the Talmauch, its messages are very
similar to that of Earth's Bible..."

"The Talmauch is just a legend. Here is the missing piece
of the ship, replace it. Look *my* race has changed, yours
will too. Someday we will return to this planet, in a few
thousand years...it will be a much better place without
mere *humans* ruining the resources..."

I feel eyes upon me and someone is touching me.

"Get you hands off her, Krycek!"

"Calm down, Gibby...besides do you really think this is the
first time I've touched her?" Laughing, "You can't tell,
can you? You can't read *my* mind?"

"No."

"Too bad, but I guess someone your age shouldn't be
subjected to the scenes playing in my mind...She is so
fucking soft..."

"You're lying Krycek. Now get out. Mulder needs her."

"Yes, he does. I hate to tell you, but no one can help him.
It's a virus that even we don't have a cure for...sometimes
it leaves the host, other times it hibernates...It will
kill him and infect the closest person to him the moment he
dies...Guess *I* won't be visiting my old bud, Mulder."

Laughing, laughing, laughing...

"Oh yeah and that part about the 'black oil' being Jesus'
blood? Inspired I tell you...truly inspired..."

"GET OUT!"

I hear footsteps fading...and struggle to open my eyes, but
I can't. I feel weightless and numb all over...and
cold...so cold...

* * * * *

Getting back to the US and getting Mulder out of the
hospital is still a blur of activity. Who do I believe?
Gibson? Krycek? The voice in my mind? Do I trust the
'visions' I had...were they real?

Trust. Hope. Belief. And Love. Always Love.

Forever Mulder.

The moment I touched him, I felt...something. I didn't care
whether God was real or not...I poured every bit of
*myself* into Mulder that day and when we made love I felt
complete. There was this point when I felt empty
inside...it was a strange feeling...Mulder continued
pumping, thrusting within me, swelling and pulsing...

Suddenly I wasn't empty anymore. When I shattered in his
arms, I saw myself through his eyes. For a moment I felt
Mulder and all that *he* is/was. I was content for the
first time in a long while...I watched, stroked and kissed
him until he climaxed and I welcomed the physical part of
our coming together.

* * * * *

Summer 2005

"I realize that was the day Todd was conceived."

Mulder has been pacing the room ever since I told him of
Krycek's comments. He looks at me and then grabs my upper
arms, shaking me almost violently. "Scully! Did Krycek? Did
he...hurt you?"

My voice is low. "Mulder I still don't remember what
happened to me when I was abducted...I don't know...I hope
he didn't...You have to know I would have fought him...I
wouldn't have wanted him to, to..."

I find my face pressed hard into Mulder's chest, his arms
wrapping around me as he sobs into my hair. "I'd kill the
bastard if he wasn't already dead...Jesus...I'm so sorry,
Scully."

I pull away from him gently, standing on my tiptoes to kiss
his cheek. "There's more Mulder, if you're ready to hear
it." He sighs and pulls me down beside him on the bed,
tucking me against his side. I use his chest for a pillow.

"I need to tell you about Diana..."





Part (5/5)


* * * * *

Hospital Underground Parking
1999 1:25 a.m.

"Do you really think you're going to sneak Mulder out,
Agent Scully?"

I noticed the stench of old smoke moments before I heard
his voice, his question. Calmly I turn to face the bastard.

"Yes. I do."

He smiles at me before taking another drag off his
cigarette. "I admire your courage, your loyalty...perhaps
we can help each other." I almost laugh in his face, but I
want to know how he thinks I can help him or vice versa.

"Go on."

"I knew you could be reasonable, Dana. May I call you
Dana?" He pauses waiting for some sort of reaction from me,
getting none he continues. "I know how to cure Mulder. You
see I have all but the final piece of the artifact...and by
exposing him again...under the right conditions of course
I'm confidant of his recovery. All I need is the section in
your possession."

How nice to know the son-of-a-bitch bluffs. I'll admit it's
a pretty good one too, just lets me know how clueless he
really is. "Well I hate to disappoint you, but I don't have
the artifact. It's back where is belongs."

He looks confused and that's when I hear the footsteps,
high heels that signal the arrival of the last key player
I'm interested in. "She's lying...and I'll bet the piece we
need is in her bag." Diana accuses me and I play along.

"Maybe I am. I don't have anything to lose, do I? Why don't
you check for yourself?" Spender nods and Diana strolls
over and I drop the bag at my feet. She kneels and begins
rummaging through, her hair parting and exposing her neck.

I am precise. The strange pneumonic-stiletto type weapon
Gibson gave to me feels elegant in my hand as I eject the
point and drive it up into Diana's brain. I take a step
back as her body convulses, limbs flailing. Her head turns
toward me; I see a black film dancing across the whites of
her eyes just before her skin begins to erode in a vaporous
and bubbling green substance.

I pick up my bag and watch as Spender kneels beside the
decomposing corpse that was Diana Fowley. I could swear I
see fear in his eyes right before they turn cold with
hatred, his stare now focused on me. "You've just killed
Mulder, my dear without the things I know he won't
survive."

The next instant he is looking up at me from a prone
position, right after I kicked him in the face. My gun is
trained on him. He smirks. "I'm not afraid of you Agent
Scully. Besides your partner has had me at gunpoint several
times now...You see I'm still here because he didn't have
the guts to shoot me."

"There are two reason you aren't dead you stupid Son-of-a-
Bitch. One Mulder still believes you know something about
Samantha and two one of Mulder's greatest attributes is
perhaps his worst flaw. He doesn't believe in cold blooded
killing, even after everything you've done or he has
suspected you of doing he still feels there is good in some
people. Mulder will not kill unless he has no other
choice."

Spender laughs at me. "Oh you are so right Dana! And that's
exactly why I'll win." I fix on his eyes, my gun moving to
point at the middle of his forehead and I smile right back
at him.

"Well guess what, asshole, I *know* you and I know *what*
you are. The world will be a much better place."

A single shot and the main person responsible for
everything that has happened to Mulder and me now has half
his brains splattered over the cement. I should feel
remorse.

I don't.

* * * * *

Late Fall 2005

It's odd having Mulder around. I won't ever forget his face
when he realized Frohike and Byers were with me. Our
numbers haven't grown all that much and Mulder informs me
we have to keep our little community a secret.

I already knew that, but there are things I didn't know. I
didn't know Mulder was the leader of what he calls
Purgatory. He has changed so much, his values especially.

The scientists left after have come up with several
observations, but no concrete answers. It's still a mystery
why children under the age of approximately 13 and anyone
over the age of 45 are aging normally. While everyone else
seems to be stuck in time. The scientists theorize that
something in the dozen or so ships that didn't leave the
Earth's atmosphere are responsible, but what they don't
know.

I don't know either. I remember when I woke up after the
blast there seemed to be a dome of light over everything
that slowly faded. I had just made it to the Gunman's lair
and picked up Todd when it happened. We weren't in
Washington...it's almost like we were transported somewhere
else.

I remember the day Langley set out to hunt for other
people, to try and see if others were working on restoring
electricity and communications like we were...he never came
back and that was two years ago.

Now I know why.

Mulder told me of the way the world outside was living...it
was/is worse than martial law, communism...anything. Most
likely Langley was killed, executed because he wouldn't bow
down and follow the new order. In addition, Mulder paved
the way; everyone looked up to him.

Mulder told me through many tears of being broken not
caring about the right of others, not caring about women's
rights especially. Women 'out there' are like cattle,
breeders, used to re-establish the human populous. Mulder
was eventually criticized for not passing his seed on, for
not taking a woman to bed and that's the reason he fled.

Even thinking that I was dead, Mulder would not break his
unspoken vow to me...just as I have not taken anyone to my
bed and never would. I lie awake at night, more now than
ever before. I am worried that our little paradise will be
found. I know Mulder worries too. I see it in his eyes and
feel it in his touch, the way he caresses my swelling
stomach with such amazement.

I cry with guilt at denying him the experience with Todd.
Todd...our son, he still won't acknowledge Mulder...Zoe is
another story. She has become daddy's girl. My mind drifts
to the day Mulder asked how I came up with Todd for a name
and Zoe jumped right in.

"Oh that's an *easy* one Daddy! Mommy named him after a
cartoon."

"A WHAT?"

"A cartoon...umm...Dis-ney or something..."

"What's she talking about Scully?"

"I named him after you. Todd was the name of the little fox
in The Fox and the Hound...you hated your first name,
but...I wanted our son to have it." He grinned at my
cleverness. "I'll never forget my brother Bill's face...but
the moment he saw Todd and how happy I was he gave me hell
for denying you our son...my mom died the next day and I
came back to you just after the funeral."

Mulder and I made love so many times that night I was
almost afraid I'd miscarry, but this child inside me now is
a fighter.

* * * * *
March 2006

We've started making plans in case we are discovered; we
have an underground network of tunnels and rooms. They are
filled with food, weapons, clothing...everything we need to
survive if necessary.

We will continue to teach the children, hoping they don't
make the same mistakes as the generations before...ours
included.

Our daughter Hope Elizabeth was born on March 10, 2006,
Frohike delivered her and placed her on my stomach.
"Mulder? Would you like to hold her?" I ask.

Tears shining in his eyes he replied. "You don't know how
much, Scully...but I want to hold you both. Is there a
way?" He is so timid and unsure sometimes and it's one of
the things that makes me love him.

Giving Mulder his wish was easy, Hope suckled at my breast
I reclined against Mulder's chest, his arms surrounding
both of us. Neither of us questioned how the moment was
possible we just accepted.

* * * * *

Spring 2025

I am Todd Mulder and it's time for reflection.

I left home when I was fifteen. My uncle Matthew and I set
out to see the world, it wasn't hard to convince me, I
wanted to get away from Mulder. I was tired of everything
they, my mother and *him*, tried to teach me...drilling it
into my head...I just wanted to live my own life, I'm not
*them*.

The world wasn't the wonderful place I thought.

Matthew and I separated at some point. I remember all the
things I heard praise about Mulder and sometimes Scully, my
mother...like she was an after thought or something. I
wanted to tell them to shut up, that she was
everything...everything.

I made up my mind to go home two years after I left in
2017.

On my way home I encountered some sort of troop maybe 10 to
15 men and they were heading for home, *my* home.

I arrived just in time to see my mother standing fearlessly
in front of Zoe. Uncle Langley and Matthew were leading the
army...Langley was changed somehow...I imagine he looked
like the cyborg's Mulder and mom used to tell us were in
movies...Half man and half machine.

"Zoe is coming with us...she is young and healthy, a good
breeder."
"Over my dead body." My mother stated.

"You are still young enough to produce many healthy
children, Dr. Scully, but young Matthew here has told us of
the many laws you have broken..."

I watched in horror, as my mother collapsed to the ground,
where in the hell is Mulder? I see him running out from
behind the house, along with the other men there is
gunfire.

I start to run, past the bodies of the dead who came to
take my sister. Matthew grabs my pant leg and with his
dying breath, he tells me. "I got my revenge. My father and
mother died while yours lived...I hate you."

Time seems to slow as I finally reach my goal. Mulder is
sobbing and rocking mom back and forth. Zoe launches
herself into my arms, her tears soak my shirt, and I wrap
my arms around my sister and join her sorrow.

I don't know how long it was, but Frohike and Byers lead
Zoe and me inside. I looked out the window and saw Mulder
carrying mom up the slight hill in front of the house; he
collapsed with her under the largest shade tree on the
property.

They were still there the next morning.

* * * * *

It's been two months since mom was killed and Mulder is
still like a zombie and I hate him.

I hate him for coming here. I hate him for being alive. I
hate that she died and he didn't. I hate him for being my
father.

I tell him that the day I leave home again.

* * * * *

I traveled around a little and I grew up in the process. I
ended up learning things aren't always black and white, I
learned both my mother and *my father* were heroes in their
own way.

I met someone, someone who reminded me of my mother, her
strength, her vitality as well as her beauty. Soon, people
discovered I was the great Fox Mulder and Dana Scully's
son. Now they look to me for guidance and answers...a
responsibility I'm not sure I want.

I decide it's time to face up and go to the one place I
might receive some guidance of my own...home.

When Jessica and I arrive, circumstances are not what I had
hoped for.

Mulder, my father, has passed away.

Frohike, Byers and the others welcome me warmly. Zoe and
Hope, my sisters, have grown so much and when I look at
them, I see my mother...but also...our father.

Byers, helps Jessica into the house, our first child is due
any day now, but she insisted on traveling with me.

I end up under the shade tree looking down at the graves of
my parents...my parents and suddenly I am crying for
myself, for them, for my children that will never know
their grandparents.

Frohike looking much older than when I last saw him hobbles
up the hill, his limp from being shot that day more
pronounced that I remember. He places his hand on my
shoulder and hands me of all things a cassette player and
some paper.

Todd,

When you read this, I will be gone. Most likely it was
sooner than I wanted or expected. I need you to know that
your father is a good man. I know you might not have
reconciled yourself to this fact. Nevertheless, you are his
son and there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't see
him in you. I love you and he loves you. I wish that you
had given him a chance, Todd, he tried so hard to think of
a way for you to accept him.

For Mulder that was really hard, he never felt good enough
or that he was worthy of love, of respect and he wanted
both so very much. He told me I gave him both of those,
just knowing that is one of the greatest gifts he could
have given me.

I hope someday you will find someone that you love and that
will love you back in the same way I loved your father. No
matter what I wouldn't change a single moment with him or
with you and your sisters. Remember I love you all, always.
There is a song I want you to hear, listen to the words
with you heart, my son.

Love, Mom

I wipe the tears that are streaming down my face from my
eyes. Leave it to Mom and Frohike to find probably one of
the only working cassette players left in the world and
with the one song my mother wants me to hear. Sitting back
on my heels, I press play.

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I Just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present sense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Hope comes running from the house. Out of breath, she
pants. "Todd it's time, Jessica...the baby." I stand and
run back to the house the song still playing.

So, we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So, don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be okay

Entering the house I run up the stairs, hitting the stop
button just as the chorus finishes. Climbing behind my
wife, I watch as Frohike brings our child into the world.

The next morning I leave my sleeping wife, remembering my
mother telling me of my birth and how Mulder wasn't
there...wasn't a part of the same miracle I just
experienced. I walk back up to the gravesite carrying the
newest Mulder, Jacob Fox Mulder, our son.

I press play on the tape player, listening to the last of
the song that my mother had the forethought to realize fit
all our lives perfectly.

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's newborn tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

I hear a strange sound and look up in the tree. I think
it's a bird. I thought they were all gone...It's black but
the chest is a brilliant reddish orange and it's small. It
looks at me and makes the noise again, if I remember right
it's a tweet or chirp.

Then I hear a louder screech and raising my eyes I see a
large black bird circling the tree and I'm afraid for the
tiny bird looking down at me, but the large bird lands on
the same branch, it's one sing held out and open. The
little bird step sideways until the black wing enfolds
it...like their hugging almost...

Both birds are looking down at me and I should feel
foolish, but I don't...I just know. Swallowing the sudden
lump in my throat, I speak. "Mom...dad, this is Jacob Fox
Mulder...your grandson." The birds look at each other and
then chirp once.

I glance to the grave markers and when I look back up the
birds are gone...I am still looking at the sky and I
whisper. "Thank you...whatever greater power may or may not
be...thank you."

My son is starting to stir and making those little pucker
motions with his lips, time to go see mommy...and look to
the future....

The End....

Authors Notes:

Here's the song that originally inspired me and whose title
I shamelessly stole.

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me I'm with the high command

Chorus:
Can you hear me; can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running; can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me; can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running; can you hear me calling you?

There's a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The Father and the Spirit
Will guide you and protect you from up here

Chorus:

Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still

Chorus twice....

And thanks to the songs...Rape of the World by Tracy
Chapman, The Earth Song by Michael Jackson and The Living
Years and Silent Running both by Mike and the
Mechanics...Now onward to the next fic...Adios, April