TITLE: Alien Wars (1/1) AUTHOR: Michele Pensotti E-mail: Micpens@novanet.it RATING: NC-17 (I think it depends on personal sensibilities) CLASSIFICATION: T,S-R SPOILERS: Memento Mori, Tunguska/Terma KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance SUMMARY: Scully has cancer. Mulder wants to save her. They both need love. The evil lurks in smoke fogged rooms. Disclaimer: I don't own the rights for the characters of Scully, Mulder &Co. The rights belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX. No copyright infringement intended. I did not write this little thing for money. Please don't sue me. All the other characters are mine. Author's note. Warning there is an explicit scene of sex in this story. I really think it's NC17, so go on only if you are not offended by this kind of things. It has lots of MSR. However I think those two guys ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, so I find nothing strange in MSR. I must send my personal thanks to GA and DD for giving the characters their wonderful depth. I would send a special thank to GA. "Thanks for existing. Your amazing face will never stop astonishing me. You allow me to hope in human race, in life itself. Thanks." And one last thing: I LOVE FEEDBACK! Whatever it is (I prefer constructive flames ) Alien Wars By Michele Pensotti (EVRUS) 18.04.1997 Canada , Location Unknown "Mulder, it's been 36hours we are hiding here, and I'm frankly starting to doubt someone will come here." He nodded, absent mindedly, with a worried expression on his face that made him seem almost ten years older. *They must come!* he thought in powerless anger. "Perhaps they are already here and are only waiting to be sure noone has pursued them..." Knock, knock. Someone had just knocked at the door of the little house. "Mister Mulder, I'm..."the young voice hesitated "I'm the person you've been waiting for, please open the door, let me in." "The door is open" Mulder said with a steely voice "get in with your hands up." Scully saw the mighty shape of the alien and felt a cold shiver down her spine, then unholsterd her gun, aiming straightly to the killer's head. Then Mulder shot his gun. The bullet ripped badly into Scully's shoulder as her tiny body was grounded by the hit. Mulder was on her in an instant. Her eyes were dampened with tears when she saw him looking at her "Why Mulder, I trusted you..." she whispered, then all went black for Dana Scully. ******************************************************* *She was running, desperately trying to escape from them. They were no human. They were evil. They had robbed three months of her life. They had made her body revolt against her. They were nearing. She could hear their steps on the undergrowth. Then they disappeared. Suddenly they were inside of her.* Dana Scully was awake. J.Edgar Hoover Building 9:14 AM 15.04.1997 Mulder sat at his desk, in the basement, reading again, for the fourth time, the same words on his computer's screen when the door opened and from the twilight emerged his partner. Her posture was stiff, her gaze steely, the crystal blue of her beautiful eyes somewhat colder than the usual. She was sitting on the armchair in front of her partner when he said , without lifting his eyes from the screen, "Ah Scully, I was waiting for you." He paused when he noticed the cold look in her eyes, but he went on without showing it to her "You ought take a look at this file...it comes from the DAT tape that our smoking friend has so hardly tried to eliminate..." Scully felt a sudden chill on her spine but managed to not to show it. Instead she looked with apparent carelessness at the screen Mulder had turned to her. "You know" Mulder insisted, "this time he might have made a mistake." Scully was asking herself where Mulder would have pushed his effort to discover the truth, this time, but her instinct and the mention of the DAT tape, for which her dear Missy had lost her life, didn't give her good omens. "Mulder, whe had decided to not open that file, never again,..." she paused and Mulder saw a look in her eyes that was like a wound in his heart "I...., well, I have already come to know what I wanted..." "No Scully, don't just think I don't know how much did it cost to you...but there is so much more in it..." She was angry now "Mulder you don't understand the risk you...we are taking! We already risked to be pissed out the FBI for that damned tape, and Missy died in my place..." a sad look had suddenly taken the place of anger. Mulder didn't give any sign of awareness of that look, and said "But I must know what they did to Sam,..."his voice was trembling now" what they did to you...I think-" "Mulder I know enough" but she was interrupted "I think I've found a way to heal you" Scully felt like her heart had become of cold stone.She had manged to not to think of her disease, she tried to forget it even if each morning she awake in a pool of sweat ,or tears, or blood. Her dreams always a torture, when she was able to sleep enough to dream. "Oh Mulder, the doctors already said it can't be cured, and, however, I want to go on, 'till I live I'll go on, with you. But I'm not gonna fool myself with false hopes." In the gaze he sent to her there was a deep concern, the kind of concern she didn't want to see in his eyes.It was like he was saying "I don't want to fail you again." "I'm not talking about conventional medicine, Scully, I'm thinking to healing powers like that of Jeremiah Smith." She felt guilty for him. If he was so desperately looking for a cure to her cancer, it was only for her. "Jeremiah Smith IS dead, he was killed by that alien bounty killer." She said, trying to rest calm. "He's not the only one to have that power! All the aliens of his specimen have it!" "Specimen? Why Mulder , there are various kinds of aliens? How can you define specimen a single being?" "Not a single being. The killer also was like Jeremiah Smith and had his same powers." "How do you know?" "Because he cared my mother" "But the doctors just said that was a spontaneous recovery, and you know, I know, that such a thing *is* possible, Mulder. How can you be so certain, and for what reasons should he had done it?" "This I don't know, but I'm sure they can heal from lots incurable diseases, yours too. And this I know because it's written here, in this file. They know, for many years they known it but they kept all secret for the fear of a war." "A war? Between who?" "Between different alien specimens!" J.F.K Airport, one hour later Scully was waiting at the counter, under the wishful looks of the clerk. She was angry. *"How can you allow him to follow his false hopes, Dana! And why, for God's sake, do you feed them, supporting his desperate search for the truth, a truth he childishly believes can heal you?"* she kept thinking, but another voice kept responding *"I need HIS hope, I need the strenght of his beliefs, I need HIM"*. A casual observer wouldn't have noticed the tormenting fight of emotions from the apparently calm expression of her cute face. But Mulder wasn't a casual observer. Looking at her, he felt a deep ache in his chest, but he didn't show it to her when he asked "All done?". "It's ten minutes I've been waiting for you. I was just starting to think you had gone lost.". "No, I had to make a phone call, nothing important, however." She didn't comment and gave him his embarking documents. During the flight Mulder tried to get a smile from her with one of his wisecracks. She didn't smile. She hadn't heard it at all. She was trying to not explode, under the painful flow of her thoughts. Her life. She was still young, but had she still enough time to live her life? She hadn't allowed her to live, she had always thinked to work, never enjoyng herself a little, thinking that there would have ever been time to do it, and now her time was almost out. A soft tear descended on her pale cheek, and met a bloody one from her nose. Mulder felt his heart stop. A soft fabric brushed her lip, and she startled. She met his concerned gaze and felt her heart ache. He was to say someting when she stopped him "Thanks". Then she gathered her strenght, pushing Mulder away, but keeping his fabric pushed on her nose, and went to the toilet. Once inside, she washed her face with cold water to stop the bleeding, then when it evetually stopped, she looked at her face and started crying, like a child, hopelessly. 15.04.1997 19:53 PM Red River Motel Virginia Town, MINNESOTA They ate silently in Scully's motel room. She knew his gaze was upon her, even if he tried to divert it when she looked at him. They had played this game lots of times in the past four years, and she somehow liked it, even if she had ever stopped it with cold-seeming reproachs and he had ever answered with his whipped puppy look she couldn't resist. She knew he had something to tell, but she spoke first. "Excuse me, for today. I was thinking and I didn't notice *it*. I didn't want to startle you, but now I'm fine." He started crying. She discovered herself caressing his hair trying to soothe his sorrow, and then he gazed at her with such a despair she could hold back no more hers, and she too started crying. They stayed so, clasped in one's other's arms, weeping together for a long moment, then they sobbed together, then together as well they said "I need you". Suddenly they parted, breaking the embrace. Mulder's incredulous gaze, damp with tears, looked in her eyes. Scully's incredulous gaze, damp with tears, looked in his eyes. The bright dawn of a smile enlightened them. They hugged again, restarting to cry, then together they said "I love you". ********************************************************** *********** Later that night... "Tomorrow we'll see if my little idea has worked. If we are lucky enough there could be some new mail on your powerbook." "What are you talking about, Mulder?" "Excuse me, I had forgotten to tell you. Some days ago I have put an ad on a newsgroup.. It asks if someone has seen *this* man." he told her while showing her a photograph of Kurt Crawford. "I hope to receive some answers within tomorrow morning." "Correct me if I fail, but you already have received some, didn't you?"she sent him The Look, then resumed speaking "I mean, there must be a reason if we took a flight to Minnesota. I REALLY hope it wasn't only a set up to have me in your bed, loverboy?" she playfully punched him in the chest with her elbow. "If I knew Minnesota had this collateral effect, I would have asked Skinner for a permanent transfer to the local Minnesota FBI section!". She rolled her eyes and shutted him up with a soft kiss. He responded with no hesitation tenderly brushing his lips on hers. He broke the kiss only to say "I love you too". ********************************************************** **** *She was running, desperately trying to escape from them. They were no human. They were evil. They had robbed three months of her life. They had made her body revolt against her. They were nearing. She could hear their steps on the undergrowth. Then they disappeared. Suddenly they were inside of her. She kept running and a light started to filter through the trees in front of her. She came to an opening where the sunlight shone on the grass. In the middle of it stayed Mulder. He was running towards her. They met halfway. They hugged strongly. She felt so safe with him. Then she felt her cancer flow from her to him and saw him fade in her arms, dying. The cool sun shone on her and on the ashes of what he had been, and the wind ripped him from her hands.* "Mulder!!!!" she yelled hopelessly , awakening Mulder. She woke, still crying, but Mulder was alive. And was hugging her tiny body. And she knew she was safe. "I had a bad dream. I did't want to startle you." "I'm here with you. Nothing's gonna happen to you." "I know." He kissed her head and she clasped his hand, that was on her stomach, feeling the warmness of his body against hers, through their dresses. After a long tender moment, he spoke. "Breakfast time, Agent Scully!" "It's the least you can do. My dry cleaner will make me regret of sleeping dressed." She paused, reflecting on the implications. < I slept with him. I must be crazy.> she responded herself. "First the shower, Mulder". "I didn't know you were SO hungry!" She rolled her eyes " In your dreams, Mulder" and laughed softly. he thought, cherishing that precious moment in his eidetic memory. He was the happyest man in the universe! He was preparing the food he'd bought at the dinner in front of the motel, while she connected her laptop to check for new mail. On the secret Mail Box they used for precaution there weren't other messages. Mulder frowned slightly "I guess no news, good news, Scully." "So we're supposed to follow the only lead we already had, I mean the message you received yesterday morning. What did it exactly say, Mulder?" He gave her a crumpled sheet on which was the printout of the message. < I know a guy that lives in my block and he matches exactly AS A CLONE your photograph. We can meet at the park, on the bench near the oak at ten o' clock tomorrow morning. J.S. > "Do you think what I think you are thinking?". Her eyes were wide, her mouth wide open in amazement. 9:58 AM 16.04.1997 City Park, Virginia Mulder hated the waiting, even if he knew it was useful and necessary. They had arrived half an hour before the meeting time to be able to control the place and know the surroundings. He wore casual, with jeans, a shirt with no tie, a sweater and his favourite black leather jacket. He had both his guns, the normal waist-holstered one, and the leg- holstered one. Scully was, as usual, amazingly beautiful. He caught himself casting sidelong glances at her. He ever did. This time, however, he didn't feel guilty now because he knew his feelings were returned. She was conscious of his stare, but tried to keep her mind busy with some cross-word puzzle. "Shut up Mulder" she said. "What do you mean?" he asked innocently. "Shut up looking at me that way. You make me feel like some horns were growing on my head, or tentacles out of my legs." "As a matter of fact they were growing from your shoulders." "I have ever known you were nuts." she said, shaking her head. "Ya want some?" he proffered some of his ever-present sunflower seeds. She fished some from his baggie."Do you think someone will come?" "I think-" he was stopped by the glance of a boy in front of them. "You need something, boy?" He stared at them hesitantly, only for a moment, then asked "Are you the fibbies?" "Yes, but-" Scully was stopped by a little teddy bear the boy had just shoved in her hands. The boy ran away before Mulder could recover from the amusement. Then he looked at Scully, with the puppet in her hands, she looked at him bewildered, and he started laughing. They returned at the motel, and once closed the door and drawed the curtains, Scully proceeded with the autopsy. Inside the puppet's stomach was a folded piece of paper and a little photo. Scully saw Mulder's expression change from curious to sad to hopeful, when he looked at the photo. It portrayed a little girl, identical to Samantha and a blonde boy on the porch of a little house. On the paper was written "VEGREVILLE. Boogenham St. 484 Apt 208." Mulder was sure. The message was authentical. Only he and Kurt Crawford knew what Vegreville meant. Scully trusted the certainty in his eyes even before he told her the whole story. "Let's go" She nodded. 10:50 AM The building was an huge, old style, squared residential building. They found the front porch open and proceeded to the lift. The humming of the lift increased the anticipation in the two agents. Then the lift's doors swooshed open. The corridor was similar to that of Mulder's building. They stepped out, moving cautiosly, searching for the right apartment. The door 208 was the last at the other end of the alley. It was ajar. All alarms went off in the two agents heads. They positioned at the door's sides, ready to sweep in. She aimed low, he aimed high. "One, two, three" They entered, kicking the door open. There was noone in the foyer. There were two closed doors in the middle of it. The silence was unnervingly complete. At last, Scully shattered it with a whisper. "I go right, you go left" He nodded. Mulder found a deserted living room. Scully found a puddle of green liquid, in an equally deserted bathroom. "Mulder!" He was at her side in a flash, then he saw what she was looking at. "Damn! They have preceded us. Fucked bastards!" he yelled in rage. They started rummging the apartment. Nothing important seemed to be in it. Mulder was discouraged, but Scully noticed the computer on the bedroom desk. A faint hope started to rise in her mind. She switched it on. It started its low hum, rising to life. It also booted up. "Mulder, maybe the killer has missed something." she attracted his attention. He leapt to her side in no time. "He has forgotten to format this PC's hard disk. There may be something intersting." She opened the E-Mail program screen. "Your dead friend used to send mail very often to this E-Mail address. I'll sent it to Pendrell for tracking the account's owner identity." Mulder sent her a glare, wrinking his nose. She arched her brow, then lowered it. "Ok, maybe it's better if we ask TLG for this." Mulder grinned. "But I don't wanna hear stupid jokes from Frohike, ok?", she menaced. "Ok, Mrs Spooky." he teased. "Your nutness is a physical constant, Mulder." "The universe-wide Spooky's constant, of course. I knew there was a reason for your degree in Physics, Dr Scully." he kept teasing. "Ahh, shut up!" she smacked his arm. He flapped open his cellular and dialed the number. After one ring a man answered. "TLG offices, who the hell I'm talking with?" "It's me, Langley." "Oh , Mulder, what's the news this time?" said Frohike's voice, obviously connected with a second line. "Has the tasty Agent Scully at least decided to join TLG?" Mulder grinned, looking at his partner, and Scully punched him in the chest with her elbow. "No, I think she's got a date." "With who?" "With a blonde alien." "And I thinked she was normal. Staying with you is rotting her." "Shut up Frohike. I need something. You ought seek who owns this E-Mail address.Fast." "You undervaluate our powers, Mulder" said Byers voice. "You find him, and I'll reconsider it." He gave them the address and hung up. "I didn't think you were a blonde alien, Mulder." "I can assume every shape, in your arms, Agent Scully." "Shut up, alien fool." She rolled her eyes. Later in their car... Scully's phone thrilled. "Scully" "I know your nightmares, Agent Scully. I would be so sorry to have to make them become more real than they already are. Stop your foolish hunt for a cure. You will never be safe 'till Mulder chases his pathetic truth." The gravelly voice paused. "And even if you find a cure, life can be so worse than death... There are worse thing than death, *you know*, and this time THEY could not be so gentle and set you free after three months." A cigarette puff. "Think of this, Agent Scully. But don't think too much, you just haven't so much time to waste." Mulder had waited for her to say something but he only saw her grow paler and paler, then angry, then she hung up. It defintely wasn't the TLG. "Who was, Scully?" She looked at him , ghostly pale, shocked. "It was that smoking bastard. He said..." she swallowed hard "he said if we keep searching the truth I could..." her eyes were glassy, frightened "They could take me again, and never more set me free. He said there are worse things than death, and I'm afraid he's right. THAT is worse." Mulder had stopped the car. He hugged her, protectively. "I won't let them take you away from me again. Never." He hated them with all his strenght, all his soul, his heart. Mulder was surprised to hear her voice "I won't give up. I will fight them." It was HIS Scully, the woman he respected, and loved, for being so strong, stronger than he could imagine. She amazed him. Was he equally strong? "Together we will defeat them, I believe this, I believe in us, in you." he said. One hour later... Mulder's phone thrilled in jacket's pocket. He answered before the secong ring. "Mulder" "Hey Mulder, that guy was thougher than we expected to find. But we got him." "Well, where is the guy?" "The account belongs to Rick Cromwell, he is supposed to be in Minnesota, near Thief River Falls." "What means 'he is supposed'?" "He is reported to be dead." "How do you know it?" "Don't you know who Rick Cromwell is?" "No" "It's a fictious name for a man that has the same aspect of your Kurt Crawford, the one of your ad." "And you said he's dead." "Not exactly. He is REPORTED to be dead, but he obviously isn't 'cause he actually has answered an E-Mail we sent him. Five Minutes ago." "And what did he say?" "He just said he's waiting for you. He has something for you." "Thanks guys, consider my subscription to TLG eternal." He hung hup. "Scully we're leaving in ten minutes. This time we'll be faster than THEM." She nodded and started packing her things for the trip. Luckily the trip was faster than he hoped. There wasn't much traffic on the road he'd chosen and he could keep the good average speed of 70 Mph. Scully fell asleep shortly after their leaving. She was exausted, more mentally than physically. Especially after her talk with Cancerman. Mulder kept her tiny hand in his and didn't leave it when felt her nails dug in his palm. She was having a nightmare. A bad one. Even if he was there with her, his hand warming hers, he saw her body restlessly struggling in her seat. He felt his heart ache for her. He could only clasp her hand to comfort her. *Don't worry Dana, I'm here with you. I will never leave you.* he thinked. In that instant she woke. She looked in his eyes, her gaze, the gaze of a child ."I know" she said. And fell asleep again. And this time she slept a deep resting sleep. He didn't know what to think of this event. He only was happy he could make her dreams peaceful. And he kept on driving. Somewhere around Thief River Falls. Two hours later. Mulder didn't wake his mate. When he removed his hand from hers she grimaced for the loss. He kissed her on the cheek end exited the car. His gun was ready. He ringed the bell of the lonely mansion. There was no answer. Something wasn't right, he mused. He carefully opened the unlocked front door, and silently entered the house. All was silent. He could only hear his stedy breathing and heartbeat. He followed the long foyer to finally reach a large room with benches on the four walls. "I'm starting to think it's destiny for us to meet, agent Mulder." Said the tinny voice of the alien killer. Startled, Muder spotted the big shape in the dakness of the alley in front of him. His hand was fast and he extracted the alien-killing dagger from a pocket in his jacket. The alien didn't appear surprised. "Do you really think you can kill me with that?" Mulder remembered the last time they had met. He hadn't been able to kill that being, even using that weapon. He removed this thought from his mind. "I won't make the same mistake two times." His voice was calm as he leapt towards the alien. They stopped each other's stabbing arms and he found himself slowly overwhelmed by the incredible strenght of the alien. When he was near to succumb, he felt strange. He felt nausea and a strange heat flowing in his body. He felt powerful. Amazingly he found the strenght to roll himself over the alien, who appeared surprised. "I didn't think you were so strong, agen-" his voice faded suddenly. Mulder saw terror in the alien's eyes. He didn't understand, however, the cause of this terror. The alien started to struggle against Mulder's superior physical strenght, then he seemed a deer caught in the middle of a road by the light of a coming car. Mulder couldn't see the dark haze covering his own eyes, flowing through his body, with evilness. He was hardly conscious of his dagger digging in the alien's neck, effectively killing him. The haze started a lazy retreat from his eyes. He semi-consciously rummaged the house and found a letter. "Mr. Mulder, if you are reading this, it can only mean an obstacle has been removed. Well done. For now, there won't be others. It is important that you trust my words. If you want to save her, take her in Canada, in the same place you have already seen. In the shrubs near the farms you will find a hut. Rest there. I will come. But when I come she must be unconscious. It's up to you to find a way. She mustn't see the face of her savior. Remember this. She mustn't see my real face." He came back to the car and headed for Canada. ******************************************************* Somewhere in a smoke filled room... 17.04.1997 00:07 AM "Damn! This mustn't have happened! That fool has put the plan in an extreme danger! He has risked to start the war. I should have foreseen this possibilty." He puffed angrily from his cigarette and hung up the phone. The phone thrilled again. *I hope nothing is going to hinder our plan.* said the voice. "I have all under control. " *Is Mulder under control?* "Of course. It's only a matter of time. His file will be definitely closed in few hours." *No!* "What?" *The woman MUST survive. Let him heal her.* "Why?" *She can become a useful tool* "Ok." *You only have to not allow the spread. Understood?* "Yes." He heard the dialtone. That was all. Shit! What will they have in mind? He stubbed out his cigarette. He lighted another and dialed another number. ******************************************************* 17.04.1997 01:15 Somewhere in Canada. Scully was still asleep. He had already passed the Canadian border with no problems. The place wasn't far by now. He only hoped it wasn't a trap. They reached the farms in half an hour. He did not wake her. He just took her in his arms, as if she was a child, and transported her light body in the hut and layed it on the bed, covering it with all the covers he found. Then, he nested himself on the couch and fell asleep in some istants. *He was waiting in the hut. Then someone knocked the door. He opened and the man he knew as Jeremiah Smith entered. He started to heal her with the palm of his hand. But she started to fade, first slowly then faster. He hit the healer and knocked him on the ground. The healer's face was his face. He was himself. He felt a sensation of power flowing through his body. He strangled himself. Then the face changed in his hands. It was Scully's face. He had killed her. Nooooooooo! He shouted with no voice. She was dead in his hands, and dead on the bed* Scully was awakened by the anguished scream. She lifted from the bed and went to the scream's source. Mulder layed asleep on the couch, damp with sweat. But his face was damp with tears. She caressed his cheek to comfort him, like a mother with her child. He seemed to be relieved by her simple act of love. She continued soothing him for some time, then stood on her feet and for the first time she acknoweldged she was in a foreign place. She was in a little hut. She went to the little closet turned into a kitchen and prepared a tea. In some minutes she heard Mulder awakening and felt the sweet weight of his hands on her shoulders. She lifted her hands and joined them with his. Then he sat on the little table in front of her. Their hands never parted. Nor their gazes. In the late morning he drove her to the farms and showed her the little Samanthas and their male mates. The little workers didn't pay attention to the couple of strangers. Scully noticed Mulder's damp eyes. "I'm sure you will find her. I KNOW it." He looked in her equally damp eyes and felt the deep understanding in them. She understood him, perhaps better than himself. She was part of him as he was part of her. "I want to live with you, Dana. I want to get old with you." < Is he asking IT to me?> she couldn't believe her ears. She wanted with all her being to answer YES to him. "I'm afraid I won't probably get old." "No. You WILL get old, because I WILL save you." "How can you be so sure?" "I KNOW it." She trusted him and answered "Yes" to his proposal. They embraced, feeling complete, for the fist time in their life. *************************************************** They ate quietly, in wait. "How much you think we'll have to wait?" "I don't know. But he'll come. He'll come and he'll save you." Her eyes told him she trusted him. They established sleeping turns, foreseeing a long wait. WARNING! HERE FOLLOWS THE NC17 SECTION! IF YOU'RE DISTURBED, JUMP TO THE NEXT SECTION! When the sleep didn't come easily, they played cards, each one enjoying the other. They were sitting on the rug cross-legged. "Wanna play strip poker, Dr Scully?" he teased her. "I ever wanted to see you naked in a hut, somewhere in Canada, Mulder, you know?" she joked. "You must win me, first." "Can I bribe you to win?" "You don't need it" "No?" "I would let you win to see that wicked smile on your face, Dana." She smiled THAT smile. "Oh god, you just know how to look at a man..." "And you know how to make a girl get wet..." "Are you wet?" he had come very near now. "Wanna check?" her voice was mischievous now. He was on her, already opening her jeans. "Yes" she said with an husky voice. Meanwhile, her hands were opening his shirt, the strong musky scent of him filling her nostrils, arousing her. "I love your scent, Mulder." "I love yours too, Scully." He had paused opening her pants and had started unbuttoning her shirt, feeling that soft scent of Scully filling his lungs. He kissed her skin, causing each point he reached ,tingle, hot and damp. She was letting him do, intoxicated by the warmness of the contact of his mouth on her skin. Then his lips were on hers, first brushing softly, then nibbling her lower lip, hungrily. She parted her lips, letting him in, allowing his tongue to explore her, softly joining hers in a joyful duel. They savored each other eagerly. He parted from her mouth only to nibble her earlobe, causing her to moan. His hands were kneading her breasts, under her lace bordered bra. Her arms sliding back and forth his back, her hands caressing his skin in mindless circles. He pulled her from the rug and layed her on the bed, the inside of her knees touching the side of the bed. He removed her jeans and discarded them on the floor. "I want you" she huskily sayed sitting on the bed and unclasping his waistband with trembling fingers. He helped her, finally kicking his pants sending it to reach hers on the floor.. She looked at his semi naked body, ligering on his boxers. His arousal was clearly visible. She felt a wave of heat diffuse in her belly. He saw her blush, her eyes so dark and so full of greed. She was so beautiful. "I want you too." he whispered. He lined on her body, covering it, started kissing and licking around the lace edges of her bra, while unclasping it. Her breasts were free. She felt suddenly very self- conscious. She was not one of his video pin-ups. She felt inadequate. She dared to look at his face. He didn't seem discontented. He seemed ... amazed. "You're so beautiful, Dana." he murmured. She felt so happy, joyful and relieved for not having deluded him. She had ever unconsciously feared to not to be beautiful enough for him. To him, instead, she appeared as a goddess, more beautiful, and real, of whatever dream he had had of her. And she was for him. He kissed her, hungrily, slowly descending to her throat, caressing the soft skin here, and reached the slight steep where the rounded fullness of her breasts started. He licked it, leaving a trail of hot flesh behind him, while his left hand cupped and kneaded her right breast. She was helpless, only being able to moan, to groan, urging his action. He was kissing her nipple now, nibbling it but not still really suckling it. She used her arms, now around his neck, to pull him closer to her breast. He started suckling at the hard nipple and she arched her back in pleasure. "Fox, yes, please..." was all she could say. The unusual use of his first name aroused him more and he soflty bite her nipple causing her wail in the soft wave of her first orgasm. She was dizzy now."Take me, Fox, please..." He immediately left her breasts, she felt the loss, but she felt more the anticipation of what was waiting for her. He quickly removed her soaked panties and she felt so vulnerable, closing her legs instinctively. He sniffed her wet hotness on her panties and this aroused her, making her part her legs. He kneeled in front of her passing his hands on her stomach, descending on her legs, caressing her inner thights, making her moan. Then he passed his lean fingers in her soft, auburn, curly hairs, grazing her clitoris for an instant. She felt electricity gather in her limbs. She felt his fingers part her wet lips, tenderly, and wailed in her throat when his hot tongue licked her juices from her mound. She parted her legs more, whispering "Yes, yes, oh yes..." He was hungrily licking her, savouring her sweet taste. He started to brush his thumb on her clitoris, with large circles of pleasure, elicing her deep, throathy groans. She felt so hard within his fingers... He carefully pushed a finger in her hot, tight, wetness, making her arch her back, and the figners became two, and she felt so wet and hot... She clasped his hair in her hands pushing him closer to her. He raised the rithm and intensified his strokes, while exploring deeper in her mound. She was so near the brick "Oh, Fox, yes, please" He tenderly nibbled her hard clitoris and she came, closing her silky thighs on his head, screaming for the incontrolled pleasure. She relaxed feeling the white hot waves of her orgasm filling her whole body, she quivered with no control, light headed. "I want you..., Fox, please fuck me" The use of a coarse language in union of his first name projected him over her quivering body with animal hunger. Their gazes were locked together. She felt his hot hardness on her inner thigh. She wanted him so badly that she started to stroke his lenght unconsciously, automatically. "Ohh, yes Dana, please, yes..." he had to gather all his strenght to pull away from the pleasure she was giving him. He stood back rising on his feet. She took a long, intoxicating look at his lean body. Those broad swimmer's shoulders, his softly haired chest, his thin waist, his...oh my god. He was so long, so huge, so hard. She involuntarily started stroking herself. He was excited seeing her touch herself. It was a vision he had in his dreams. He ever dreamt of her. He looked at her with so much primal hunger that she shivered. "Come here" she gestured for him to get near her hands. She was surprised by herself, in fact she took him in her mouth making him throw his head back. She started wetting his hard head, then she slid her eager tongue on his full lenght savouring his salty, male, taste. Then she took his whole lenght in her mouth. She started suckling greedily him, making him moan with pleasure, this only inciting her to intensify her action. He took her red head with both his hands and solicited her minstrations. He was moving back and forth in her mouth loose mindedly. He was on the edge when she stopped the lusty act. Their gazes locked again and the desire was understood immediately. He grabbed her and layed her on the lenght of the bed. Then he took her shapely legs in his hands, lifting and parting them. She felt his hard cock on her entrance. "Fuck me fox...please" her voice was rough, throaty, almost animal. He pushed himself in her slowly, torturing her, eliciting moans, wails that aroused him over the imaginable. He felt her warm tightness around him and pushed hard. She felt filled by him, with one hand she cupped his balls, with the other started to stroke herself, starting to wave her hips. He responded immediately starting moving into her, first slowly, then faster. She was on her edge. "Danaaaa.." She came hearing her name from the only people in her world. "Foooox..."she said, coming around him, and she felt him spilling all his hot pleasure into her quivering depths Then he lined on her heaving, damp, chest, kissing her. They rested linked for some minutes. When he retracted from her, she diverted her eyes, that had rested linked with his for all the time, to look down. She was surprised to see him still hard and long. She looked at him "Fox?" He was staring at her perfect, tiny body and noticed her wicked look at his midsection. He was still hard! She felt melting, her desire renewed. "I still want you, Fox". She said, licking her lips. This was enough for him. He looked at her and quickly understood what she wanted. She eagerly took him in her mouth savouring her own taste mixed with his. She was hungry, so hungry she didn't believe she could be. She sucked him and meanwhile she stroked herself, first slowly, teasing him, then faster hearing her name from his lips in an inncessant prayer. She felt the taste of his pre-come in her mouth, and stroke herself harder. She sucked and swallowed and savored the sweet taste of his semen in her mouth, 'till the last drop, while coming again with two fingers in her mound. He kissed her suddenly, savouring his taste in her mouth. They lied down on the bed for some time. "I love you Fox. Forever." There was no cancer, no evil, nothing other but love and joy now. "I love you too, Dana." Then they fell asleep one in the other's arms. HERE FINISHES THE NC17 SECTION! NOW YOU CAN READ! They woke in the early morning. They savoured the warm nearness of themselves. "Morning" she said. "You awake?" he was surprised, 'cause he knew that he was the light sleeper of the two. "Yes. I'm hungry." "Ok, let's have breakfast." They dressed and headed for the kithchen. He filled her glass with orange juice and brewed a strong coffee. She prepared a single, big cup of flakes adding some milk. He noticed it. "I want to eat with you, Fox." They tenderly feeded one the other, mutually. When they finished, their voices expressed audibly what their gazes had expressed during the act. Then they waited, silently, for some time, each one lost in his toughts. The dream came suddenly at the attention of his mind. The healer entering, starting to heal. Scully fading...Why did she start to fade while the savior healed her? There was something wrong. His mind was seeking that missing piece that was blocking the light of rationality. Aknoweldging that, at least for now, that train of thought was at a dead end, he shifted his attention to the last events leading to the current situation. The message he had received, the discover in the MJ file, the flight, the discover of their mutual feelings, the meeting at the park, the murder in the block. Something snapped in place. They had been followed from the beginning. In fact there had been the call of that smoking bastard. And after that, the encounter with the killer. He had been waiting for him. It had been an ambush. It had been set up. But something told him he ought have been killed, if that had been a real ambush. And instead he had killed the killer. Maybe this was part of the set up. And yet there was something wrong. They wouldn't have sent their best killer to a suicide mission. His little voice was telling him that he wasn't supposed to survive that ambush. And yet he had survived. How had he managed to kill the alien? Something strange had happened in the mansion. What? He had won, he had owerwhelmed that perfect machine to kill. That strange moment, when the killer had seemed frightened by him; what could have frightened a so cold being like the killer? His musings went suddenly to that morning in their office. *"This I don't know, but I'm sure they can heal from lots incurable diseases, yours too. And this I know because it's written here, in this file. They know, for many years they known it, but they kept all secret for the fear of a war." "A war? Between who?" "Between different alien specimens!"* Another piece of the puzzle snapped in place. They had fear of a war between different alien specimens! What could frighten more a killer than another killer? He suddenly felt the important implications of that thought. The black cancer. He had been infected with it in that russian gulag. If the killer had been frightened by him, it could only mean... That strange sensation of power flowing through his body came to his attention. He had felt it during the fight. When he, strangely, had had the phisical strenght to roll over the killer and in that moment the killer had been frightened. To death. And he had managed to kill him. He, or the black cancer? A chill went down his spine. He had felt that power another time... In the dream. And Scully had died. Had the black cancer killed her? Or had been the healer? Or maybe had been the influence of the black cancer on the healer that had subverted his healing power causing her death? He felt like a stranger in his body. He feared what his body could do without asking him permission. This had saved his life in the mansion, but in the dream... His musings were interrupted by Scully's voice. "Mulder, it's been 36hours we are hiding here, and I'm frankly starting to doubt someone will come here." He nodded, absent mindedly, with a worried expression on his face that made him seem almost ten years older. *They must come!* he thought in powerless anger. "Perhaps they are already here and are only waiting to be sure noone has pursued them..." Knock, knock. Someone had just knocked at the door of the little house. "Mister Mulder, I'm..."the young voice hesitated "I'm the person you've been waiting for, please open the door, let me in." "The door is open" Mulder said with a steely voice "get in with your hands up." Scully saw the mighty shape of the alien and felt a cold shiver down her spine, then unholsterd her gun, aiming straightly to the killer's head. *No!* something told him. *Protect the alien! I NEED him* Then Mulder shot his gun. The bullet ripped badly into Scully's shoulder as her tiny body was grounded by the hit. Mulder was on her in an instant. Her eyes were dampened with tears when she saw him looking at her "Why Mulder, I trusted you..." she whispered, then all went black for Dana Scully. The alien looked at him. Strange. It seemed to shiver at the sight. It spun to close the door and when it faced him it had changed shape. She-It was a young red-haired girl with blue eyes. God! She was a younger version of Dana. Dana! He saw her tiny body, now in a pool of blood. He had killed her. It wasn't a nightmare, this time. He was startled by her voice. "She is not dead" she bent over Dana's limp body. "Not yet". The young woman carrieded her on the bed. Then she looked at him. "Couldn't you find another way to make her unconscious?". Mulder had rested still, kneeled on the rug, absently looking at the pool of his mate's blood. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He awoke at the young woman's yelling. He strode to the bed. "I need you to keep her still while I cure her." He pinned Dana's body to the bed. She was so cold. He was staring at the alien's face. The girl looked at him questioningly. "Is it so evident?" "What?" "That she's my mother!" He seemed shocked by the revelation. "You are..." he looked at her "She is..." he looked at Dana. " I've been told you were smart..."she joked. He realized why Dana should not see the healer's REAL face. She could have rested shocked. His attention was attracted by a strange feeling of heat pervading his body. The girl seemed to sense it. "You have been infected with black cancer." It was a statement. He nodded. "Don't you fear me?" he asked. "Why should I? You are not my enemy. You are infected, but IT cannot affect the personality of the host. Not if the concentration is low, as in your body." He felt his fears dissolve under the light of the truth. "I must heal this wound in her shoulder, first." She put the palm of her hand on the open wound, she closed her eyes and inspired deeply. She rested still for a moment. Then lifted her palm. The wound had disappeared! Then she directed her insight over her mother's body. She passed an hand over her body. A tear descended her cheek. "Poor mom. She is full of IT. Her blood carries IT. IT is already spreading. How could she still be alive with it so spread trhough her body?" She regained her composture, and looked at the man. "She is strong, Mulder." she paused "I think she was strong FOR YOU. She was strong BECUSE OF YOU. She lived for you. She loves you so much..." "I know." was all he said. "Now keep her still. Strong." He pinned the body on the bed. She put her hand on Dana's forehead and left eye. She inspired deeply, then stayed still for a long moment. She seemed to pale. Then, after what to Mulder seemed an eternity, she spoke. "It's gone..." her voice slightly hoarse. "Are you ok?" he asked. "I'm fine" she said reassuringly. He smiled. "What's so amusing?" she asked. "She kept telling me. You seemed her." he paused "she kept telling me even when she was sick." He paused "Are you really ok?" She didn't answer. She inspired deeply, again, and closed her eyes. She moved her hands, slowly moving over her chest, her stomach and finally her limbs. She was sensibly paler than before. She lifted her hands and opened her eyes. "She is safe now." Mulder stared at her. She seemed somewhat older. She seemed Dana. She took some deep breaths and appeared slightly rested. She looked at him. "She is lucky to have someone like you that loves her so much." She brushed her lips on his, shyly. Then more hungrily. She kissed him deeply and he felt breathless. She hugged him strongly and he felt that sensation of power flow through his body, grow to a searing hot, and then leave him. "What have you done?" he asked, still breathless. "Now I have to go. I need a little rest." She hadn't answered him. He read in her silence in the same way he could read in Dana's. He felt guilty for her. She raised on her feet and moved towards the door. "Thanks" he said "for all". She stopped on the open porch. She spun to face him. "I owed you.You are my parents. I love you, both." The bulled ripped through her neck, killing her on the instant. She melted quickly in green pool, leaving no track of her existence. But he would have forever remembered her. Forever. Some hours later... *Her and Mulder. They were married. They were sitting on the veranda of their house. Their hands were tangled. They were looking at their daughter. She was playing with their son in the garden. Her daughter reminded her when she was a girl. She was a beutiful girl. She loved her. Their son reminded her of her husband. The same hair, the same hazel eyes, the same whipped puppy look. She loved him too. She was happy. She had her family. Her family loved her. She felt his hand around hers.* Dana awoke. It was real. He was looking at her. His hand was tangled with hers. "You are safe. The cancer is gone." He said. "When?" When you were unconscious. She realized what had happened. "You shot me!" "Yes. We are pair now. One shot for me, one shot for you." She touched her shoulder seeking for the wound. "But where is the wound?" "It's healed. The healer took care of it, too." "Where is he?" He concealed the sadness from his face, before answering. "He's gone." She read in his expressionless face. "They killed him." He nodded. Hours later... She had offered to drive. "I feel so good, Mulder. So full of energy. Let me drive." He sat on the passeger seat, beside her. He was looking at her. How deep was her love for him? She had fought her illness so bravely. For him. "I was thinking..." she paused, looking at him. He was looking at her, absently. "Earth to Mulder". "Uhm, what did yoy say? I was zoned out for a moment. Could you repeat?" "I was thinking...how do we give the good news to Skinner?" "I think it's better if we have a private ceremony, THEN we give him the news." "I think you're right. I wanna be murdered with my husband." And then they laughed togehter. The End