Of Love and Death/ Part 1/1
 (NC17)
by Yonada
yonada@hotmail.com
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Spoilers: None

Disclaimers: The characters and situations of the television program
"The X Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox
Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions, and have been used
without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.

Rating: Definitely NC17. If your under 18 do not read any farther.

Relationshipers warning: Mulder and Scully romance ahead be
warned.

Summary: Mulder and Scully react to each others deaths. Don't
worry everything turns out all right.

Note from the author: A lot of the communication between Scully
and Mulder is in short sentences, punctuated with looks and gestures
that make more dialog unnecessary.
I read a review recently that said "the dialog between the two lead
characters make Joe Friday look positively long winded".
I have tried to do that with the dialog between them in this story.
One or two spoken words holding all the meaning they need for
communication. I hope that I works.
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10/96

Abandoned warehouse
West Virginia
June 12 , 14:05

The message had been vague; an anonymous envelope left under the
door of Mulder's office. There was information they needed. It
could be found at.... and the warehouse address. It was enough to
get Mulder's attention and they had been on the next flight out.

The warehouse was in the middle of nowhere, the drive was long
and hot. Then there was the search of the warehouse; made difficult
by the fact that they didn't really know what they were looking for.

They had been searching for about an hour when they decided it
would be more productive to split up. Mulder searching the main
floor and Scully upstairs in the glass enclosed office that looked
down into the warehouse.

Mulder was getting frustrated; he was beginning to think they were
wasting their time; that the letter had been a hoax.

Bang!
The gunshot exploded from above, shattering the silence. Mulder
watched in horror, as Scully dropped motionless to the floor. He had
one brief moment to register that his beautiful partner had been shot
and then the world went dark around him.

Abandoned warehouse
West Virginia
June 12 , 15:30

Mulder woke with a start; pain flooded his head and his body felt
like he had been hit by a truck. Where the hell am I he thought what
.... the memory flooded back, Scully! Scully had been shot. The
warehouse, and the gun shot.

They were there, the faceless men, like shadows; they wanted
something. He didn't know what. They just kept asking.
His head hurt, he couldn't think.

"Scully," he cried out. Where was she? He needed her.
"She is dead. Tell us."
She couldn't be dead.
"No," he screamed, "It's a lie." His mind refused to believe it.
"She is dead. Tell us and you can go."
The voice echoed from everywhere threatening to drive him crazy.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell us?"
"I want to see Scully."
"She is dead. Tell us."
"Then take me to her. I want to see her."
They took him to another room.
She was lying on a table; so still, so pail and cold.
Scully, his best friend, his only friend...she couldn't be dead, it was a
trick, but there was blood; blood all over her. Her chest looked like
it had exploded.
He couldn't stand, his legs trembled and he dropped to his knees.
"She is dead. Tell us and we let you go."
He wanted to die. He didn't want to live without her. God, he hoped
they would kill him.
"You killed her... you bastards."
"Tell us and live."
"I don't know what you want." He was confused. He didn't
understand. Why had they killed her and what did they want? It
didn't really matter now; nothing mattered.
"Tell us or you die."
'I don't know," he yelled, "it doesn't matter." His voice becoming soft
and monotone. "Go head kill me, you killed her."
"It is your life and your choice; tell us and live."
"Kill me if you're going to. Now that you've killed her, I don't care."

The men smiled and nodded to each other. The one with the
cigarette, said softly, "Release him."

Behind Fox Mulder's Apartment building
June 12, 20:30

Mulder woke from the blackness, he looked around, he was sitting in
his car, in the alley, behind his apartment building.
It was dark, he had no idea what time it was, or what day. He looked
at his watch; it was still the same day.
Scully! The pain of loss flooded him. Scully. He started the car and
drove off. There was no way he could go into his apartment. Scully.
He drove blindly for a while and ended up, as always, in front of her
apartment. He had to know for sure, maybe it was all just a
nightmare, maybe she was asleep; maybe all this was some weird
dream and he would wake up screaming.
Getting out of the car he stumbling up the front walk and into the
building; he knocked at the door. No answer. His heart pounding
with fear and dread, he knocked again. Still no answer. He let
himself in. Empty. God no. She really wasn't here. He wondered
through the apartment; a thousand memories flooding him. Regrets
at things never said. He collapsed on her bed; burying his face in the
pillow that still held her scent. Tears came, in a flood of anguish
and loss.


Abandoned warehouse
Southern Virginia
June 12 , 14:05


Scully went up the dark stairs to search the office. This was getting
ridiculous. They were wasting their time. Mulder and his wild goose
chases...

Bang!
The gunshot explode from below shattering the silence. Scully
watched in horror as Mulder dropped to the floor; his chest covered
with blood. She just had time to register that her partner of the last
three years was dead and the world went mercifully black.

Abandoned warehouse
West Virginia
June 12 , 16:30

Scully came slowly awake. Confused....Where am I? Then she
remembered. ...Oh God, Mulder.
The warehouse, they shot Mulder. He was dead. No, no he can't be.

She heard the men's voices. What were they saying? Finally her
head cleared enough to understand that they wanted something.
"Tell us."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell us." Their voices echoing all around her, in the blackness.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
She remembered him, blood soaked. No, that can't be right. He's
here, they were just keeping him from her.
"Mulder!" She screamed, "Where is he?"
"Tell us."
"Tell you what?
"Tell us and you can go."
"Where is he?"
"He is dead. Tell us."
"Take me to him and I will." She lied. She didn't care what they
wanted.
"He is dead. Tell us."
"No. No he can't be dead. Your lying." Her mind refused to believe
it. She wouldn't live without him. She couldn't.
They took her to another room. He was there lying on the table. She
ran to him.
"Mulder. They told me ...." he was cold, and still.
"No!." The blood; his chest was gone. "No." She screamed again,
dropping to the floor, she couldn't stand.
"Tell us."
"You killed him."
"Tell us and you live. Don't and you die. It is your choice."
"Then kill me." she said softly. "Finish it." She screamed.
"Without him I'm already dead." She cried hoping for the end.

The men smiled, the cigarette smoking man was pleased. It was as
he had hoped.
"Take her back."

Behind Dana Scully's Apartment building.
June 12th 21:45

The blackness faded she looked around startled. She was sitting in
her car, at home, in back of her apartment building. Mulder. What
the hell had happened? Was he really dead? The blood. Oh god,
the blood. Tears filling her eyes, she stumbled out of the car and ran
into the building. She just wanted to get to the phone. She would
call him. It wasn't real? It couldn't be.

When she got to the door of her apartment, it was open. How much
more? she thought reaching into her purse for her gun, then she
remembered, that they had taken it, but it was still here; they had
taken it hadn't they? Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open;
she pushed too hard and the door slammed into the wall. Well so
much for surprises. Just wanting to get it over with she started
through her apartment.

Slam!
Mulder woke with a start. Hand automatically going to the gun
under his jacket. A brief moment of surprise that it was there. They
had taken it. Someone was here. Someone was in Scully's
apartment. Now what do they want?
Gun drawn he started through the dark rooms.

They came around the corner from opposite directions; guns drawn
on each other. They froze. They stood for what could have been
eternity; staring at each other, confused.
It can't be.
What kind of game?
Then slowly the guns dropped to their sides.

"Scully?" softly, a question.
A thousand thoughts ran though his mind. She isn't dead, she'd
come back to him, but she had been dead, he had seen her. It had
been so real. He needed to touch her, to hold her and know that she
was real.

"Mulder?" He's not dead. He was here, right in front of her. He
was dead, I saw him. Her thoughts tumbled, she wanted to touch
him; wanted him to touch her, to show her he was real.

They slowly moved toward each other, afraid that the other would
disappear, that it was a dream. The day had already been so crazy,
so confusing. If this wasn't real surely sanity would be lost.

They reached out to each other; guns falling to the floor. Their
hands met, fingers locking briefly then slowly sliding up each others
arms; reaching up to touch the others face.
Mulder took her face in his hands and stood looking down into her
blue eyes. She was alive and he was going to kiss her.
She ran her hands up his arms; lost in the hazel eyes. He was alive
and his lips were millimeters from hers. Slowly they moved closer
until their lips were brushing lightly.

They needed to kiss, to touch, to confirm life. Their lips moved
together softly.

"I thought..." she started.
"I know." He kissed her again, lips more insistent.
"The blood..." he said.
"I know... don't think."
They kissed again; lips parted, tongues met and danced.
"What?..." she asked.
"I don't...."
Lips met again; this kiss long and deep, searching.
"Alive..." he breathed.
"Yes...." She pulled him to her again. Her hands moved under his
jacket, up his back and down to his hips. Touching affirming.
"Need to..." His hands moved over her body. His lips seeking hers
again.
"Mulder... I thought..." blue eyes filled with tears.
"Shhh I know...don't think." His hands cupped her face; wiping
away the tears. "Dana. I saw..." His hands moved down over her
breasts.
"Dead." She slid her hands up his chest and began to unbutton his
shirt.
"No." He started to unbutton her shirt.
"Mulder." Softly, barley a whisper, as she slid his shirt off.
"Scully."
Her shirt and jacket fell to the floor.
"I want..."
"I know. I need..."
"To feel..." she continued, her hands trying to touch everywhere at
once.
"You..." he finished, returning her touch.
"Yes." she sighed. Her hands moved to his belt.
"Dana." As her skirt fell to the floor.
"Fox."
His pants and underwear followed and he stepped out of them.
"Your beautiful."
He slid her pantyhose and panties down and off.
"Touch me."
"Yes," his voice husky. He took one of her nipples into his mouth
sucking and licking it while he gently teased and pinched the other
one between his fingers.
"God Mulder." She cried out, as he pushed a finger inside her.

A moan escaped his lips as she reached for him; holding him in her
hands, stroking.
"Good?" she asked, enjoying the feel of him; knowing he was still
alive.
"Ohh... Scully," he managed to groan.
They sank to the floor no longer able to stand.
He was between her legs, poised, ready to enter her. He had thought
to make it last; to do all the things he had dreamed of doing with her,
but this wasn't just lovemaking, this was affirming life.
"Yes?" he questioned, looking into her eyes, into her soul.
"Yes, now." she answered, lost in his gaze.
"Scully." He entered her slowly.
"Mulder," He felt so good, so alive.
She started to move with him.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear.
She was alive and he wanted her to know how he felt.
His hips moved into hers; trying to keep things slow. To make it
last.
"Mulder..." she wanted to tell him she loved him, but he interrupted
her; afraid of what she was going to say.
"Shhh, you don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know."
He lowered his mouth to her breasts.
"I need to say it too. I need you to know that I love you. I don't
remember when I didn't."
She moved her hand into his hair and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"Dana..." he gasped out her name. "this feels..."
"you feel..."
"so good...."
"So alive...." their eyes burned into each others, as she whispered to
him.
He thrust into her harder; trying to get deeper; wanting to merge into
one and never be parted. He stopped, all the way inside her.
She whimpered slightly, not wanting him to stop.
"I want to feel us," it was hard for him to talk his breath ragged.
"To feel like we..."
"We are part of each other Mulder...one mind..."
"one soul." he finished, "when did this happen?" his hand caressed
her face and his kissed her gently.
"I don't know, I think we always were." Then after a pause. "This
feels so good. Why have we waited so long?"
They started to move again, slowly.
"We let them keep us apart.... god, Scully I thought you were dead.
"Never again Mulder, they've had their way. Now we have ours."
She moved harder against him her fingers tightening on his
shoulders.
"More Mulder, make me feel more. Don't hold back anymore."
She kissed him with a passionate hunger, then looking deep into his
hazel eyes she whispered, "Hard Fox, fuck me hard. You won't hurt
me. I want to feel you. Make me know we're both alive."
He couldn't believe what she had just said.
"Dana." Softly, as he thrust into her. She gasped at the sudden
impact digging her fingernail into his shoulders.
"Yes!"
He slammed into her again, the feeling was incredible.
She cried out, as each new thrust touched her cervix; causing
explosion and after explosion of pleasure. She screamed, and
convulsed around him; the added pressure bringing him over the
edge, into their shared, mind shattering orgasm.

They stayed like that for a long while; joined together, rocking and
crying, just holding onto each other, afraid to let go. Overwhelmed
by the intensity of everything that had happened and all they were
feeling.

Finally somewhere near morning they stumbled to her bed and
pulling the warm comforter up around them fell asleep; safe in each
others arms.

End: Part 1/1 Of Love and Death
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