From: FowCowsDead Date: 19 Dec 1999 03:29:47 GMT Subject: NEW: "Sweet Surrender" by Lizzy From: Lizzy Date: July 1999 Tittle: Sweet Surrender Feedback: FowCowsDead@aol.com Rating: R Spoilers: None Keywords: MSR, X-File, Angst Summary: A man from Scully's past returns to give Mulder the biggest realization of his life. Authors Notes: Hi everyone! Well, here's my latest. I like it. I really do. I think it has a good plot and make fair sense all th way threw. Beware if you do not like cheesiness. It's very very soft and romantic and sensible at the end. Don't freack out, ok? Love ya lots and give me feedback!! This is dedicated to Shannon, my biggest fan ever since I kept her waiting for such a long time and to my best friends Vivian and Desi. Luv you guys! Well, on with the show! Disclaimer: GRRRR! How many times do I have to repeat myself! Mulder and Scully aren't mine okay! They belong to CC, 1013, and 20th century Fox. I don't intend to make money off of them and there is no infringement intended. Scully's Apartment, June 29, 1999, 12:37 a.m.: The jeans fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and she backed away from the man in front of her. The wall pressing against her bare back stopped her. He pressured her more against the wall as he forced into her a kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and moved them upward to the small of her back. In the dark of the night, he proceeded slower and slower, moving upward every second. She let out a moan of pleasure as he moved deeper into her. She swayed her fingers through his hair as he cupped her face and separated. They were both breathing hard as they looked into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes and slid downward on the wall. It had been a long night for both of them. He swayed down with her. "Do you want to stop?" he said. She opened her eyes and looked deep into his. "No^" FBI Headquarters, June 18, 1999, 8:02 a.m.: "Morning," saluted Scully as she walked into the basement office. "Morning, Scully." Replied Mulder. "It's Friday. Weekend ahead. Anything planed?" he taunted knowing her answer. "No Mulder. Do you have anything planned?" "Nope. Same as always." He said. Scully flashed him that smile she always does. "Hey, we have a new case." He said changing the subject. "Yeah? What about?" she responded. She began rummaging through some papers on Mulder's desk. "Male. Thirty to forty years old. Recently diagnosed with HIV. Serial Murderer, he's killed about 6 people already." He described. She looked up. "So^what's the X-file, Mulder?" "This guy leaves no clues. His victims are found with a bullet blown through they're head, and tied to a chair. He must be very careful because there is not one fingerprint on his victims." He sat down on the edge of his desk as he was telling this to Scully. Scully fringed her forehead. "Gosh, Mulder. Do you have to be so graphic?" "You're in the FBI, Scully. I'm surprised you haven't gotten the hang of it." She smiled at him again and he smiled back. He stood up and walked around his desk. As he sat down, he heard the phone ring. He motioned to pick it up. "Mulder." He answered. "Uh^okay. We'll be right here." He hung up the phone with a not-so-pleased look on his face. "What's wrong?" asked Scully concerned. "Kersh wants to assign us one of the top agents in the bureau to help us on the case. Scully, tell me something. Since when heave we gotten so much consideration?" Scully raised an eyebrow with another smile. Mulder raised an eyebrow too. "Scully? You're strange today." "Why, why do you say I'm strange?" "Uh^for example," he said rounding her. "That continuous smile on your face. Dana^you don't smile very often. You know something^don't you?" she chuckled. "No! What would make you think that?" she replied. "Okay, fine. Kersh is assigning us to Charles Montgomery, one of the bureau's top agents, and^" she stopped. "And^" "And^well^he was sort of^by true love at the age of 22." She explained. "You had a boyfriend named 'Charles Montgomery'?" Scully nodded. Mulder laughed. "Oh Charlie, here Charlie!" he joked, using an English accent. Scully flashed him the face. "What did Kersh say, Mulder?" "He said that your Charlie would be down here as soon as he was finished with him." "Mulder he's not 'My Charlie'! We've been over with for past a decade!" she spat. "Okay, fine, whatever." FBI Headquarters, June 18, 1999, 8:45 a.m.: "Is this the office of Dana Scully?" said a man with an English accent in the doorway. His appearance was neat with black suit, white-collar shirt, and a tie, which described designs of swirls. To Mulder, this man seemed very perky and he felt he was in no competition what so ever with him. Scully on the other hand noticed him changed and way too old for the age he was supposed to be. "Hello Charles!" said Scully as she looked up from her file at the sound of the man's voice. She stood up to greet him. They hugged in the doorway as Mulder stood up. "Hello Dana. It's been a long time." Replied Charles. They separated and he gave her a smile. Mulder stepped in between them to the point that they had to take a few steps back. "Hi. I'm Fox Mulder, Dana's partner." He intruded. Charles cleared his throat. "Nice to meet you, Fox. Is-is that your real name?" he asked. Mulder's fury was inside boiling. "Yes." He smirked containing himself. Scully knew this was going to get on fire sooner or later so she decided to butt-in. "So, Charles, what have you been doing all these years?" "Oh nothing much, in the bureau violent crimes section. I heard that Fox here wrote the best reports in the violent crimes. I've read your material sir. Good work." He spoke in his English accent, which personally was getting on Mulder's nerves. "Thank you." He replied, feeling superior. "Well agents, let's get to work then. May I see the file?" Scully handed him the file with the little information they had on the case. "I see^" whispered Charles several times. "Where should we start Charles?" questioned Scully. Charles laid the file down on the desk and began to confide with Scully while Mulder just sat there without a care. FBI Headquarters, June 21, 1999, 1:00 p.m.: Mulder, Scully, and Charles had been working on the case, Charles purposefully trying to leave Mulder out. They had gotten a lead in the case and they now knew that their killer was somewhere in Virginia, possibly Washington D.C. Mulder and Scully went to a vendor who reported that his shift replacement had seen a man that fit the description of the killer. Charles stayed at the office and refused to come with them. This was yesterday, and today Mulder had a scheduled meeting with Skinner, God knows what he did now. Charles and Scully had just come back from the lab and were reviewing files on the case, when Scully notices out of the corner of her eye, that Charles is staring at her. She says nothing only keeps reading. She lifts her eyes from the paper, "Charles, is there something wrong?" she said, a bit annoyed. "Yes, actually there is." He replied. "What is it. Can I help you with something?" "Yes, actually. Say yes to an invitation to dinner tonight, my place. I can cook up something and we can discuss the case." He suggested. Scully raised an eyebrow in disconcert but sighed. "Well, okay." She accepted. "Does my house at 8 o'clock sound okay?" "Yes." She responded. He smiled at her, expressing the laugh marks deepening in his face. She smiled slightly back, not too pleased at the situation.

The Montgomery Residence, June 21, 1999, 7:56 p.m.: Parking her car in the driveway of Charles' house, she saw Charles stepping out of the house. She exited her car as the bellboy entered it to drive it to the garage. "Ahh, Dana, you look lovely." He complimented as he walked down the steps. He reached the point where she was at and kisses her hand. "Thank you." She replied, with that faint smile on her face. Charles walked her in with his hand on the small of her back. Once inside the house, Scully spread her eyes wide in amazement in seeing the expensive art frames and artifacts. "This is really amazing, Charles." She said. Walking toward the living room. "Oh, God, no." he came and stood next to her. "What I really want, I do not have, and it's the only thing money cannot buy." He replied. Scully looked at him in sadness and felt even more hurt than he when he brang up the subject. She had a love, just couldn't reveal it. "Shall we go in?" he asked. Scully nodded politely and walked in front of him. Once in the dining room, Charles pulled out Scully's chair and she took a seat. He sat in the chair to her left, at the head of the table. Soon came the meals, which they ate, quietly. Afterward, by petition of Scully, the reviewed the case file she had brought. They'd been sitting in the living room for about two hours now. Charles had made her laugh several times in the night and did so again. "Oh, Charles, you haven't changed! You're the same old jokester!" she managed to speak through giggles. "You haven't changed either, Dana. You still look beautiful when you smile." He shouted. Her face expression went back to the same as always. "Dana, don't you ever wish you could go back and do something differently?" he asked. She remained quiet. "I wish I could. I wish that I could trace back all the years, to when you and I were actually something more than friends, and change whatever I did wrong." He said. Scully was not very pleased at the situation. "Charles, what you did doesn't matter. It's whom you did it with. I mean, Melissa was my sister! And that was unacceptable from you and not to mention from her! And to still think that my mother nor my brothers found out about that!" she said angrily. "I know and I'm truly sorry, Dana, but I don't know what came into me at that moment^but to tell you the truth, I never stopped loving you. I haven't had a clear conscience for 12 years. But now that I've found you again I think we can put all of that behind us and^you know^be couple again." "Charles! That is never going to happen. Because you what, I don't want to go through the same bitter experience again, although I think it won't be as bitter as last time counting on the fact you slept with my sister!" She stood up and grabbed her things. "Dana, wait." "What?" "It's him isn't it? It's Mulder, am I right? Tell me if I'm right!" He screamed, as she just stood quiet. "I don't have to answer to you." She whispered. "Ha! I should have figured from the start!" "Well, you keep figuring! See if you can figure hard enough so you can get your brain out of your ass! Good night!" she yelled and with that, she stormed out the door. FBI Headquarters, June 22, 1999, 8:57 a.m.: Scully walked in through the door and by the looks of it Mulder assumed she wasn't too happy. "Hey, a 'good morning' would do^" he taunted. "Hi, Mulder." She spat. She sat down and turned on her computer. "Uh^yesterday night I called your cell-phone and nobody answered. Anything wrong?" "No. I just^" "Scully?" he questioned concerned. "I know something's wrong. Do you want to talk about it?" he kneeled in front of her. "Mulder, I need to tell you a lot of things, but not today, not here." She answered. "Okay, how about we get together on Saturday, you, me and a bottle of wine." She laughed at his words. "What do you say?" he asked with a smile. "Okay, fine, whatever." She replied with a smile. He stood up in front of her and walked back to his desk with a smile on his face. "So what else did you find on the case with Charles?" Questioned Mulder, so unaware of Scully's situation. She remained quiet, but then spoke. "Nothing more that we don't know who will be his next victim." She answered. "Well, I found that our killer may not be as careful as he seems." "Why is that?" "You remember that 7-11 vendor that said that he had seen him?" "Yeah" "Well, me and Agent Amaya," "Amaya? Isn't she supposed working with Bucemi?" she asked, extremely surprised. "Don't ask. She was at the crime scene and she found that the killer left his fingerprints on the dispatch counter. But there's a problem." "I'm listening." 'When we register it in the computer, it gives us nothing." "How can that be?" "I don't know, Scully. To be honest, I think this guy doesn't have social security or citizenship or residence. Nothing. He's just some guy floating around us." FBI Headquarters, June 23, 1999, 8:57 a.m.: Mulder and Scully re-scanned the fingerprints and once again got nothing. Charles hadn't been to work since the discussion with Scully, and he had the case file. They had to access it by a second copy that Skinner kept, like he does always. Nothing had come up in the last twenty-four hours and Scully nor Mulder thought there would as long as Charles wasn't around. Mulder asked Scully several times if she knew where Charles was and she said she did not know, which was true, but she did know the reason why he did not come. They were working on the caseload when: Ring. Mulder looked at his phone and picked it up. "Mulder," he answered. The voice on the other line was quiet until the voice arose. "You better be careful for your little partner. She may be next." Mulder opened his eyes wide. "Who is this!?" screamed Mulder. With that the person hung up. "Mulder, who was that." Questioned Scully as she walked over to his desk. "I don't know." He picked up the phone and dialed an extension. "Hey, Danny, yeah it's me. Yeah, I need you to trace that last number that was dialed into this phone. Okay, thanks Danny." He spoke into the receiver. "Mulder, what did they say?" asked Scully. "They told me to watch out for you. That you may be next." "Next for what?" "I don't know. But what I think it's that it's linked to out case." "What do you mean linked to the case." "Yes. If that was the killer, he's after you Scully." He said as he ran out of the office. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Danny's office." Scully's Apartment, June 26, 1999, 7:36 p.m.: Two days had passed since the strange call Mulder got that day in the office, and they hadn't gotten anymore of them. Tracing the call gave no result, since it came up that the number was not registered anywhere in the United States. Charles had asked Skinner to re-assign him to another person the day after the call and is no longer working with Mulder and Scully. Today, Mulder and Scully agreed to meet at her house and they had spoken earlier during the day and had set time. Mulder arrived at Scully's apartment and found the door open. "Scully?" he yelled across the empty apartment. She was nowhere in sight. "Scully!?" he screamed. He was really beginning to become scared. There was nothing, any sign of^murder or whatever was going through his mind. He walked into her kitchen and looked around for any signs. He looked in her bedroom, but all she found was thrown clothes everywhere. He knew Scully was ordained so she couldn't have done this for "fun". He walked back into the living room with no consolation. He brushed his hands through his forehead and hair. He turned his head and saw a small piece of paper on the coffee table. He ran over to it and picked it up. Mulder's eyes rose in shock as he saw that the paper read: "You are next." Scully's Apartment, June 26, 1999, 7:43 p.m.: Mulder dropped the paper and immediately took out his cell phone. He dialed a number and held it up to his ear. "Hello?" said the woman on the other line. "Mrs. Scully? Hi it's Fox. Yeah, good and you?" he asked. "Oh, I'm fine, Fox. Is anything wrong with Dana?" she questioned. "No, no, I just wanted to know if she was there at your house. Is she?" "She hasn't been here. Fox is something wrong? Tell me, Fox." She pleaded. Mulder sighed into the phone. He didn't want this to happen, for Scully's mother to get impatient. But she was her mother, she had right to know. "Um, Mrs. Scully^Dana is not at her house and we agreed to meet here, and^" "Has she gone missing again^? Fox, speak to me!" "No, no^it's just that," he took another deep breath. "I just wanted to know where she is." He lied. Margaret calmed down, thinking that the situation wasn't at all that bad. "Well she hasn't been here. Fox, if you get touch of her, call me immediately. Okay?" she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Scully. Good-bye." He hung up the phone and took yet another sigh. He looked around the apartment and felt like crying, but he held it all back. He re-opened his cell phone and dialed another number. Skinner picked up on the other side of the line. "Yeah, Skinner, it's me. I need your help." He said. "What is it now Mulder?" "Agent Scully is missing. She's not at home where we were going to meet to discuss the case and she's not at her mother's house. I'm afraid this is linked to our case." "Why is that?" "Because of the table I found a paper with the exact same words described as the murderer uses them to set his victim." He said sitting down. "I'm worried about Agent Scully." "I don't know what to say Agent Mulder, I^do you want me to send an investigative team to Agent Scully's apartment?" he asked. "it would be of great help sir." "Fine, then. What ever you find out, let me know. I'll do the same." "Thank you, sir." They both hung up, Skinner dialing another number, and Mulder laying his head on the table in consolance. Old Thrown-out Warehouse, outside Washington D.C., June 26, 1999, 8:01 p.m.: There was not an item in the huge and cold warehouse. Only echoes. The echoes of two voices, a woman and a man's. There were large lamplight's dangling from the ceiling, illuminating the floor beneath. There was a woman in a corner, hug herself like a small child after she was beaten. Footsteps were heard in the distance and the woman held her head up. "Ah, Dana, Dana, Dana. Your time has come to go. And what better person to terminate it than me." He said. Scully looked at him and his eyes were filled with moist tears. "I should have known. All those times you didn't come with Mulder and I to the crime scene, the hypocritical invitation to dinner, when you didn't arrive at work after that night, you were planning all of this. You're the killer, it was right under our noses, and we didn't even know!!" she screamed while crying now. She got up and tried to hit him but two men came out from the shadows and stopped her. She chest was rising and falling as she sat back down, driven by the pressure of the guards hands on her upper arms. "Oh, deary. That's nothing. Your beloved little partner is going down too, of course, once after you're dead^" he taunted. Scully was about to hyperventilate from the crying and exhaustion. "Don't you dare touch him, Charles. Take me^please, take me, but not him." "Oh no, dear. I'll take you, of course I will but I won't be able to make your death wish come true. Like they say: He's got to go." Charles said, only to devastate Scully even more. She began crying again. And he spoke: "Ah! I've had a change of plans in your favor deary," he began sarcastically. "I won't kill you tonight. I'll give you a few more days to suffer for your Fox and then^" He crossed his index finger through his neck signaling what Scully most feared. The inevitable^ Mulder's Apartment, June 28, 1999, 11:23 p.m.: The door opened slightly and in came a tired and weary Mulder. He obviously had been crying because of the fact that his eyes were swollen and red, and he had good 4- days worth of beard. He locked the door and plumped down on the black leather couch. Scully had been gone two days now and he was in an even worse depression state than he was when her abduction. He had called Charles at his house and the housekeeper said he left her the key because he went on trip. He was tired of looking, tired of threatening, and tired of crying. He had no idea where she was, and he desperately needed to know. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went^ ************** Warehouse, outside Washington D.C.: Scully cried a river of tears in that corner before she saw Charles face-to-face again. This time he gave a remote possibility of hearing Mulder voice again. He walked up to her with a cellular phone and Scully's hopes rose. The came to her and placed his fingers on her chin and forced it up hard. "Listen to me! Your going to call your dearest Mulder and talk to him for five seconds. Five seconds! Not more, not less. The phone will be up in the air and I will turn it off when I want to, understand. I'm just doing this so you can stop crying your sorry ass off. Your driving me crazy, and plus, I have to waist all I can of your phone bill before I kill you." He spoke close and into her face. His breath on her skin made her shiver with fright. "Do you understand? And if you try to say anything about where we are, I'll turn it off, I swear." He finished. She didn't have forces to speak back to him. He wasn't only going to kill her, but he was going to kill her by starving her to death. She nodded instead in response. Charles gave her the most cynical smile yet, and with that he pressed the first speed dial button in which was registered Mulder's home number^ *************** He ran out of the bathroom wet and in a towel, towards the phone when he heard Scully's voice in the answering machine. "M-Mulder^" she was trembling in fear. "Hi, I-it's me, um^I was just calling^to say^that^I'm okay^" she lied. He knew she was lying. By the tone in her voice, he knew. "Um^Mulder, YOU HAVE TO HELP ME^MUL-!" she screamed. With that the communication was terminated. "Damn it!" he whispered under his breath. " He immediately picked up and dialed a number. "Danny, it's me Mulder," he was furious. "I need you to trace the last number that came into this phone number, NOW, Danny!" he yelled. "Call me back when you have something. Okay." He hung up. He ran his fingers through his hair in incredible tension. The phone rang a couple of seconds later. He picked it up faster than you can dial 911. "Scully?!" he answered. His face returned to its normal expression at the sound of a male voice. "Oh hi Danny. Yeah^what? Damn it! Are you sure that's all you got? Alright^thanks Danny." He threw the receiver down on the table. He was obviously extremely mad. He went to his pants' pocket and took out his cell phone. "Skinner, its Mulder. Yeah, I'm sorry if I woke you." He excused. "No, I was up. Anything you need, Agent Mulder?" "Scully just called me but when she tried to speak up about where she is, they cut the communication." He explained. "I called Danny and traced the number and it gave me her cell phone. Sir, I need you to trace the location of the cell phone by the antenna. Yes, thank you." He hung up in desperate need of knowing where she was. 12:03 a.m.: Ring. He stood up and picked up the cell phone, turned it on. "Yeah?" he said. "Agent' Mulder, we located Agent Scully's cell phone. The nearest cell phone post is outside Washington D.C." Mulder listened as he finished writing something on a paper. "We have a SWAT team out there and several agents and local PD are surrounding the area." Noted Skinner. Mulder remained quiet. "Mulder, is anything wrong?" he questioned. "No, no^I was just thinking, sir do you think we'll find Agent Scully^alive?" he asked with tears welling up in his eyes. Skinner also remained quiet. "I'll see you in a while, Agent Mulder." Skinner said hanging up on him. He hung up as well and wiped the tears away. Mulder's Car, June 29, 1999, 8:36 a.m.: Mulder woke up to the sounds of screeching tires and a hand pushing him side to side. "Huh?" he said out of his sleep now. "Agent Mulder, they found Agent Scully. Follow my car!" said one of the agents around the area. Mulder took a few seconds to realize what he was saying and immediately turned on his car and drove in back of the other agent. They drove about 3 blocks down before the agent burned the rubber on his tires. Mulder did the same and spontaneously jumped out of his car and drew his gun. "Mulder!" he heard a voice scream from afar. When the unidentified man came closer Mulder realized it was Skinner. "Agent Scully's inside. Agent Montgomery has her surrounded and with a gun to her head." He yelled. "Montgomery? That's our killer? Charles?" "Yes, Agent Mulder. Apparently he planned everything very well and didn't miss a thing, until now." Skinner spoke through the loud sirens. Without thinking it twice, Mulder ran towards the warehouse where Scully was. "Agent Mulder, get back here! That's an order!" demanded Skinner. "I'm going to have to owe you on that one, sir." He turned around and said. He kept running. **************** The gunpoint was each time pressured harder and harder on Scully's temple and the headlock getting tighter. Scully felt that^that was it. "I swear, Dana, I'll blow your head off! Just wait and see." He taunted. "Charles, they're right outside. Please^please, just let me go and everything will be okay." "Shut up! Shut up, damn it! I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do." Scully started crying at the look of the situation. "Charles, you're hurting me! Get that gun away from my face please. You're hurting me." She begged, tears filling her eyes. "Fuck, Dana, your deaf aren't you? I said shut up!" They heard the metal door of the warehouse slam open and slam into the wall behind it. Scully felt some type of rejoycement at seeing who it was at the door. "Charles, its Mulder. I'm armed. Let Scully go and we can end this the right way." He said coming closer to them. "NO! Stay back or I swear, I will blow her head off!" Scully tried speaking up. "Mul-" "Shut up, bitch!" he screamed. "Charles! Let her go!" he tried. Both Scully and Mulder were terrified of what he might do. 12:56 p.m.: They were sitting on the floor now, Scully still in a headlock and with a gun to her head. Mulder a few yards away from them was tired of begging. "Are you having fun, Dana?" he taunted, obviously knowing her response. "You are such a cynical bastard, Charles." She replied. She was in terrible pain and he was in terrible distress. "Charles, just let her go. Let us go." He pleaded. "No, you dearest companions are staying right here, with me, and your going to die and rot in hell with me." He said. Scully closed her eyes as if shielding herself from his words. They were there for a few more minutes until Mulder, out of the corner of his eye, saw a member of the SWAT team. He didn't say anything because he assumed they knew what they were doing. They were going to shoot Charles from a distance, and he was praying they didn't miss. BAM! Scully's Apartment, June 29, 1999, 10:53 p.m.: It had been hours since it passed and they had been interrogating Scully first and then him. The SWAT shooter shot Montgomery in the upper part of his nose and died instantly of penetration of the brain. Scully had been looking over his medical records and Montgomery had a history of catatonic schizophrenia and physical paranoia. Mulder helped Scully to her house some time with her. "That was a tough break, huh?" and spent asked Mulder. Scully sat still and then adjusted not in her seat. "I'd rather talk about it, Mulder." She replied. "Sorry." They stayed in silence for a long time while Scully got them some wine. "Mulder, I want to thank you for^what you did." "No problem Scully, I wanted to, that's all." He responded. They remained in silence for another long while until Mulder broke the ice. "Scully, I've been wanting to do this for a really long while and I know this can't be a good time, but I feel that if it's not now, it's never." He whispered. He proceeded to walk over to Scully's system and turned on a soft music, easy to dance to. He walked back over and lifted Scully from the sofa. "Mulder^" "Uh-uh. Don't talk." He pleaded placing a finger on her lips. They embraced into a slow and peaceful dance, Scully placing her head on his shoulder. "Listen Scully, I've been doing some thinking^and I've realized that I've been talking you^for granted^a lot" he spoke. "Mulder^" she interrupted. "I felt that I would never see you again^that^you wouldn't survive this one." He said about to cry. "Scully, I've realized that you came into my life to relive the pain of losing my sister. You've penetrated through me and now I can't get you out^Scully^I love you. And nothing will take you away from me." Scully cried and didn't dare to look at him. "I've always felt you as my guardian angel, Mulder." She began crying. "Wh-when I was at the hospital, that I was dying, the only thing that kept me alive, that-that kept me breathing, was knowing that I would be able to look in your eyes again and^and see that passion, that faith. And I always knew it was there." She finished with tears in her eyes, and tears in his eyes. "All I ever needed, the strength, the courage^I found it in you." The embraced again this time with a desire that was incredibly seductive. He stroked her hair and breathed deeply and relived. "I never told you anything before because I was afraid of destroying what we had." He spoke to her, a crack in his voice that said that told her that his feelings were out of control. And so were hers. "But now, that feeling is gone. And I swear by the moon and the stars^and occasionally by the grays," he joked making her laugh. "That this much I know is true." He ended. He leaned close to her, lips inches apart, until they came close enough to savor each other. Each moment of all those years was worth the wait. They kissed with an intensity enough to make the heavens break into a rose petal fall in the winter, and slowly proceeded back wards. "Mulder^" she whispered. "I want to be yours^" (Continued in Next e-mail) From fowcowsdead@aol.com Thu Dec 30 22:24:30 1999 Date: 19 Dec 1999 03:30:27 GMT From: FowCowsDead Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: End of "Sweet Surrender" by Lizzy [The following text is in the "utf-8" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] Scully's Apartment, June 29, 1999, 12:37 a.m.: The jeans fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and she backed away from the man in front of her. The wall pressing against her bare back stopped her. He pressured her more against the wall as he forced into her a kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and moved them upward to the small of her back. In the dark of the night, he proceeded slower and slower, moving upward every second. She let out a moan of pleasure as he moved deeper into her. She swayed her fingers through his hair as he cupped her face and separated. They were both breathing hard as they looked into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes and slid downward on the wall. It had been a long night for both of them. He swayed down with her. "Do you want to stop?" he said. She opened her eyes and looked deep into his. "No^"she whispered catching her breath. "Never^" she said. And they never did. For her this was the sweetest moment she'd been waiting for. For him was a surrender against that incredible wall of emotion called fear. Right now, all that mattered to both of them was the eternal game of love and seduction.