Title: Legend of Hope

Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net

Category: UST/MSR

Archive: anywhere I'm easy

Spoilers: possibly the whole series

Rating: R/NC-17

Summery: An ancient legend could be the key in saving humanity.

Disclaimer: Don't own them never will.

Authors notes: This is my take on colonization and betrayal complete.

LEGEND OF HOPE:

Every culture has its myths and legends.

Some even have a factual basis. In Egypt the Sphinx and the pyramids stand amidst the blowing sands of the desert, undeniable proof of the long ago worship of Rah, Isis and the Scarab Beetle. The Egyptian equivalent of the cross was the Ankh, a symbol of power and protection.

Greece had the Gods of Olympus such as Zeus, Poseidon, Aphrodite and Hera. Temples and coliseums were erected in their honor.

Out of Europe came the noble King Arthur and the mystical Merlin. Tales of fire-breathing dragons knights riding white horses and fair maidens locked in castles.

Vlad the Impaler became known as Dracula, a vampire. Vampires being members of the legions of the undead who feasted upon the blood of the living to continue their cursed existence.

Great explorers like Ponce De Leon searched the lands near and far. Hoping to discover the Fountain of Youth.

The Earth is not the only life in the universe. Humans are not the only species with myths and legends some of them true, some of them false, some of them reality and some of them fantasy.

Legends of *hope* are intergalactic.

A legend or myth of hope has brought not one, not two, but three alien races to earth. The alien factions have been scouring the universe for millions of years; each of these races has their own agenda one to destroy another to prevent and the last to control. Earth is the battleground and the fate of *everything* is in the possibility of an ancient legend coming true...

* * * * *

It's dark. We're waiting for the right time. My companion is alert, scanning the area for any sign of trouble. I wish I didn't know the things I do. How I wish to be someone else...anything but *what* I am. I'm still young, but my eleven years seem like hundreds, I *know* things, I've *heard* things, *seen* things and now I have to act.

Sometimes I wonder why, *why* do I care about the human race. A race that betrays one another at the drop of a hat. A race that is so naive, having trusted an alien species, believing a chosen few would survive a planned invasion. A race that would rather be slaves than masters. A race that would kneel instead of stand and fight. A race that would sacrifice their own *kind* for genetic and other experiments.

A race that has no qualms about cutting into a young boy's skull in a vain attempt to figure out why his brain works the way it does...

Shaking my head I try to clear all the uncertainties I have. The man unconscious in the back of the van is part of my plan. I believe Fox Mulder is one half of the key to saving humanity.

"Gibson, she's coming."

My companion informs me of Dana Scully's arrival. I don't like carrying out my mission in the way I'm being forced to, but I really have no other choice. Time is against me.

"Go get her...be careful."

I tell him flatly and watch as he quickly does what he's been trained for and carries her limp form back to our van. I sort of laugh to myself, Fox Mulder thought that the Kurt Crawford clones where the product of Dana's stolen ova. If only it was so...the betrayal that they will feel would not be so severe. He was partially right, there is a resemblance for a reason, Kurt is Dana's brother. The reasons will be something I don't relish telling her, but I must.

Kurt climbs into the drivers' seat, starts the van and we head toward our destination. I go into the back of the van, both agents are heavily sedated, even so Mulder has his arms around her, holding her...

Protectively...instinctively...I grab a blanket and drape it over them.

I don't know why but I reach out my hand brushing the hair off Scully's face. I smooth it behind her ear, her head is resting on Mulder's chest just under his chin, I notice her hair is soft like silk. The last time I saw both of them was the day that changed my life forever.

I remember clearly the anguish she felt with herself over wanting to use me as proof, but that was nothing like the fear of her thoughts over my disappearance from the hospital. I knew in that moment she would have sacrificed anything in making sure that I was all right. Her mind cried out to me and even louder to her partner Mulder.

I remember the primitive alien ripping apart my captor, I could hear Fox Mulder's screams, saw his face through blood stained glass. I wasn't afraid. I knew the creature's thoughts as it turned to me and I felt powerful. It felt fear. Under other circumstances it *might* have tried to eliminate me, but time was running out. The need to continue the cycle of evolution was stronger, so it left for a place in the power plant to continue the process.

I knew Mulder was being arrested by Diana Fowley I could read his confusion and then acceptance. For a smart man he could be very dense. I made my way out of the building; Kurt was waiting for me. He took me away where I could heal and accept my future. I have gained more information than I could have imagined, then. Sometimes like now, I wish I didn't, that I could just be a normal boy with friends, parents and a real home.

I'm not. I have been chosen to be the messenger, Moses if you will, for not only the human race, but for all life. The bible states that God spoke to Moses and gave him the Ten Commandments. Everyone and everything speaks to me and somehow I am able to unscramble it all.

Legends and or myths may or may not be real, but the aliens that are here now *believe* in the reality of their myth without reservation. And that's why they are here. I have to convince Fox Mulder and Dana Scully of that fact...no matter what.

I head back up to the front trying not to read the thoughts of Mulder and Scully; it's hard, their thoughts are of concern not for themselves individually, but for each other. I know they are not lovers. But I know they both wonder.

"Your worried, aren't you, Gibson?" Kurt glances at me briefly.

"Yes. I have figured out the legend...it's only a matter of time..."

He nods as I trail off. The *truth* is that Fox Mulder and Dana Scully have been pawns since before either of them were born and now *they* are the *only* hope for the future. Getting *both* of them to believe is going to be the challenge of my life...

* * * * *

We travel north into Pennsylvania up into the Allegheny Mountains past the Kinzua Dam. There is a place called RimRock, deep crevices travel back into the mountain, jagged boulders stand as immobile sentries, guarding the first stop on our journey.

I will have to wait until dark. I don't want to risk any tourists following us. I glance over at Gibson, he is asleep, ever since the syndicate operated on him he tires easily. His ability to read minds seems to drain his energy now. I'm not sure many adults could handle everything that has been thrust into this young boy's lap. I am honored to know him and I am humbled with his willingness to step up and take charge of his destiny.

I wonder how Dana Scully will feel when she finds out the original of myself is her brother. I'm only a copy; I don't really have emotions. They were deemed unnecessary in models like myself. Being without those human feelings makes my kind more effectual, we don't need to worry about hesitancy due to sadness, anger or fear. We feel no remorse for our actions.

* * * * *

It's dark now. I turn out the headlights, switching on the night vision monitor equipped in the dashboard. I gently shake Gibson awake.

"Gibson, we're here."

He is instantly alert, climbing out of the van I watch as he disappears over a small ridge. I hear a groan coming from the back of the van. Mulder is stirring. Less than a minute has passed when Gibson reappears followed by another Kurt. Opening the back of the van we stand mesmerized at the sight greeting us.

Our *cargo* has reversed positions. Mulder's head now rests on Scully's left breast. Her left hand is running through his hair, stroking, soothing him while her right hand is holding his left against her stomach. It's not *how* they are touching that holds us in a pseudo-trance. It's the pale blue aura surrounding them, outlining their bodies in a visible energy field.

"Oh my God...I *am* right...THEY are the key. Hurry lets get them inside, we don't have much time." Gibson gasps.

The other Kurt and I move as a team, quickly and efficiently we hoist Mulder onto his shoulders and I pick up Scully. As soon as they are not physically touching the strange glow that surrounded them is gone.

The three of us make our way over the ridge and into a crevice. Gibson presses a section of rocks in sequence and the wall opens, a shimmery pool of gray that we step into and through. We lay our charges on two gurneys waiting near the entrance.

A quiet hush comes over everyone present. At this base we are well over a hundred strong. A single young woman, familiar, comes out of the crowd; she tenderly strokes Dana Scully's face.

"Little sister," she murmurs. "It's been so long."

"Enough!" I say. "If we don't get those implants out of their bodies, *now* THEY will find this base and we can't afford that."

My voice jolts everyone into action, I'm not the leader here, but I've been through the most battles and they all respect me. My job is done for now. I watch as the *hopes* for the future are wheeled away, disappearing around the corner of our medical wing.

* * * * *

They both know me as Jeremiah Smith, I guess that's as good a name as any. Now *what* I am is more complicated and they will demand an explanation, but for now I wait.

The doctors are preparing both Dana Scully and Fox Mulder for surgery to remove the implants in them. Fox Mulder doesn't even know he has one. It's imbedded between his testicles, put there when he broke into Ellen's Air Base in Idaho. The man has no clue that as long as the chip is in place he's as infertile as a thoroughbred racehorse on steroids.

My job is to heal them after the implants are removed; I will speak to their cells, controlling them at the most molecular level. Dana Scully's cancer will disappear completely and Fox Mulder will never get it. The chip doesn't exactly cause the cancer, but the removal triggers a sort of fail-safe mode that makes the human body turn against itself.

There is one other procedure that will be performed on Dana Scully. It may seem as though we are no better than *they* are. She isn't being given a choice and it is one procedure we can't let her have a choice in. It simply *must* be.

They have completed the removal of Mulder's chip; I place my hands one on his forehead the other over his heart. Closing my eyes I envision his cells, the nucleus pulsing, repairing. He is strong it won't be long before he awakens.

I look across the room; they are just finishing up with Dana Scully. Gibson has been holding her hand throughout. I can't read his thoughts I must speak to him, calmly.

"What's wrong, Gibson?"

"She's going to be hurt...How do I know for sure that what we're doing is the *right* thing?" I notice his eyes are damp as he speaks.

"We don't Gibson. We can only try...and hope that the legend is true.

Because *if* you're wrong..."

"I know, we are ALL going to join the ranks of extinct species..."

Gibson watches me as I move to begin the healing process on Dana. His small yet chubby hand covers my left and together we move in tandem, placing our hands upon her bare stomach. My right hand goes over her eyes; I feel a strange sensation travel up my arm...odd that never happened before.

"Make her whole..." Gibson whispers.

I nod, but the hard work is ahead. I can heal their bodies, cure their physical aches and pains, but my ability will do nothing for the mental agony they will experience in the next few days...

* * * * *

What a nice dream.

What is that smell, peaches? Strawberries? Definitely something fruity maybe red raspberries. Blueberries? Hmm...

Something's tickling my nose.

I tilt my head down a little, breathing in the scent assaulting my nostrils. I can feel little puffs of air hitting just below my collarbone, lips grazing my skin. I tighten my arms around the feminine body resting against me...

Feminine?

Who?

Wait a minute...this feels awfully *real* for a dream.

Soft breasts are pressed into my chest, I can feel...nipples...oh, yes, definitely nipples...it hasn't been *that* long. I'm almost afraid to open my eyes...here goes...OH SHIT...

"Scully?" I manage to croak out.

"What?" She asks, sitting up suddenly. The blanket that covered us slips down around her waist. "Mulder?"

I can't help myself. My eyes take in the blue silk underwear, her taut stomach. Nipples the color of the finest Rosette wine sit a top her small, but perfectly rounded breasts. Creamy shoulders, slender neck and full pouty lips all these beautiful pieces of Scully for me to gaze upon. Yet it's none of them that are holding my attention.

"Your hair, Scully," I gasp.

"My hair? Mulder?"

She seems stunned. I don't know whether it was from my blatant ogling of her body or the fact she is mostly naked and was in my arms. I guess it doesn't matter which reason because it takes her a while before composing herself and covering up with the blanket.

"My HAIR, Mulder?" she repeats.

"Yeah..." I'm smiling at her, I can see she's starting to get mad. She takes in a deep breath.

"Mulder we are BOTH half naked, we don't know HOW we came to be *that* way AND all you can say is *your hair, Scully*."

I reach out and finger the silken strands around her temple, I'm grateful she doesn't pull away from my touch. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I shake my head and elaborate.

"You don't understand, Scully. I mean I can REALLY see your hair...the color...and right now red is more beautiful than I ever imagined..."

I pull her to me fiercely.

"Where are we Mulder? What's going on?" She inquires her voice muffled into my neck.

"I don't know, Scully." I look around the room. It's ordinary in appearance, bed, a closet and some other pieces of furniture suited to a bedroom. I can see a bathroom and one other door. "But we'll find out together, I mean let's look on the bright side I don't see any bars so we're not in jail."

I hear the door opening and physically pull Scully behind me, shielding her from the unknown. She gasps as her hip brushes across my erection, well it isn't often I wake up with a mostly naked Dana Scully next to me I'm only human after all.

"Gibson!" We exclaim simultaneously.

"There are clothes for you both in the closets and the dresser. Get dressed and then we'll get you something to eat...We have a lot to talk about...I'll be waiting outside."

I walk over to the closet find a robe and hand it to Scully before I grab some clothes heading into the bathroom to change. Scully is dressed when I emerge. She comes up to me and I wordlessly open my arms allowing her entrance if she wishes. She accepts.

"I don't understand Mulder." she murmurs.

"Shh...everything will work out, Scully. We just have to stick together...okay?" She nods in acceptance of my words.

It feels so good, so right to have her in my arms. I wasn't sure if she would ever let me hold her after my sarcasm at the possibility of Diana's duplicity. I pull her tighter against me. I've been given another chance to make things right between us and I *will* not fail.

Part Two:

Mulder and I follow Gibson down a hallway, everyone we pass stares at us, some even doing a bow as we walk by. I recognize Kurt Crawford and the woman Mulder thought was his sister Samantha, lots of them...

Clones? Really? I can just imagine the wheels turning in Mulder's brain, the questions forming, I know I have my own share as well.

I find myself gawking at Gibson's head, his hair growing in tiny patches. But the scar around his scalp will remain due to the infected state the wound was in when Mulder and I last saw him.

<I'm sorry, Gibson> I think to myself.

"It's okay Agent Scully...I know you never wanted me to get hurt. I know that you feel guilty about wanting to use me as proof to regain the X Files...I forgive you."

Gibson never turned around, I keep forgetting he can read minds. My science has no place here, the God Module, the tests he once took...all

of them can be construed as speculation. But I *asked* him how he was able to do it...so therefore I believe him. I believe in his ability.

Why can't I believe in the other things? Gibson said I *knew* the truth, but that I just don't want to believe it. How is it I can make a statement to Mulder that *I* don't doubt him? That I believe in *him* when I can't prove most of his theories? Why *do* I have to be so rational, rigid and scientific?

I wasn't letting my head lead me when Mulder told me he *owed* me everything, that I *saved* him and made him a whole person. The truth is I *wanted* him to stop me from leaving, I *needed* him to stop me. For a brief moment I let my guard down.

I can still feel his skin under my lips, taste the slight saltiness residing there. I could hear our hearts beating in unison. I opened my mouth, there were *things* I wanted to say, but I couldn't, I was speechless. For one of the first times I can remember I literally couldn't say what I was thinking.

I searched Mulder's eyes as he cradled my head in his large palms. I'm not sure exactly *what* I expected to see therein, but what I didn't expect was the thing I saw...total emptiness.

I wanted to jump into the dark void his eyes had become, I knew I couldn't bear the thought of the vibrant, passionate person I had come to know become an empty shell.

It is said the eyes are the windows to the soul and at that moment I knew Mulder's soul was ready to take flight. I could feel his warm breath as his mouth approached mine. I parted my own lips.

I was prepared for the sweet ecstasy of Mulder's kiss...and then there was pain, confusion and finally all encompassing blackness.

* * * * *

So involved was I in my memory I wasn't even aware that the three of us had sat down at a table in a cafeteria-like room. The feel of Gibson's chubby hand on mine brought me out of my reverie. Mulder was looking at me with a mixture of concern and confusion.

"It's *still* true," Gibson stated plainly.

Mulder's expression changed, he was clearly amused that I was blushing. Gibson had been privy to my little trip down memory lane. *It's still true* the phrase kept repeating itself over and over inside of my head. What's true? That *my* feelings haven't changed? Or that Mulder's hadn't?

Could he *still* mean everything...after Diana Fowley? After belittling me and questioning my motives? *Was* it just jealousy on my part? Jealousy of *what* Mulder and I aren't lovers? I have no hold over him just as he has none over me...or does he? Do I? Do we?

I *can't* deal with this right now, I can not *face* the thoughts and feelings I've pushed down deep inside myself. I hoped they were buried far enough down so I wouldn't have to bring them into the light of day.

"Scully?" I hear Mulder calling to me, "Scully?"

I know I'm shaking, trembling with the strength it's taking to compose myself. Mulder's voice sounds so far away. I feel his touch on my shoulder and suddenly it's like an electric shock courses through me, consumes me leaving me burning.

My breasts are engorged, nipples erect, I'm aroused beyond anything I've ever experienced before. I'm horrified; I can't control my body. I know I'm running. Running away form Mulder's touch, away somewhere that I can rebuild my walls. Somewhere I can figure out what's happening to me. The room is spinning...

Around and around...

Revolving...

Over and over...

"Oh...God, help me..." I say, closing my eyes.

* * * * *

I open my eyes Mulder has followed me. I used to follow him...now he follows me. I'm standing in front of a full-length mirror, naked. How'd I get naked? How'd I get back to the room we woke up in? Standing behind me I can feel the ruff texture of Mulder's clothing chaffing against my bare skin.

His lips are grazing my neck as he slides his left hand around and cups my breast, his thumb and forefinger pulling at my nipple. His right hand is splayed out over my lower abdomen...I relinquish control, my arms stretch up around his neck, holding his head against me gently.

<Mulder...>

He slips his hand lower, fingers parting my folds, rubbing one long finger alongside my throbbing clitoris...back and forth. I shamelessly rock my hips against his hand, increasing the friction. I groan when he plunges two fingers inside of me, his thumb now circling my hardened and hypersensitive nub.

"Mulder...oh...oh...God..."

I'm panting and moaning, my lips part as I gasp for air. Mulder switches hands, covering my mouth with the one still slick from my body's own juices.

"Let it happen..." he hisses into my ear. "Come for me, Scully."

He slips a finger between my lips; I lick and suck the digit greedily, tasting myself. He slides that hand back down to my breasts, the wetness causing my nipples to tighten even further as he rolls fist one and then the other between his fingers.

"I can't, Mulder...I can't"

"You can," he whispers, his lips tugging on my earlobe.

I feel him suddenly and almost painfully pinch my nipple and clitoris simultaneously and I'm gone...My body is shaking, my hips still pumping against his hand and still the spasms continue. I'm getting dizzy...

The room starts spinning...

Revolving...

Around and around...

Over and over and over...

Round and round...

Light explodes behind my eyes; I'm still sitting with Mulder and Gibson. I try to stand, but my legs won't hold me...voices are so faint...why is everyone's voice so soft?

"Scully?"

"She needs to rest...I'll explain later."

I am vaguely aware of being lifted. What happened? What's wrong with me? I can still feel tingles and small spasms running through me. I know my panties are soaked, I wonder if Mulder can smell me? How can he not, I know I can...

Why can't I move my arms...my legs? I feel paralyzed yet I know the moment Mulder places me on the bed. I think I'm still moaning. Hands are undressing me...my hands? Or Mulder's?

"Get them *off* Mulder!"

Was that *my* voice sounding so desperate? Desperate for what?

I know I'm covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I'm suddenly chilled as the cool air hits my skin, but the chill is quickly alleviated when I feel two large hands spreading my legs. Hands that splay out and journey up to rest on my hips in one long sensuous stroke...

Somehow I manage to lift my head, I see Mulder's tongue snake out, he starts trailing a wet path from my inner knee continuing up my thigh. He pauses almost like he's breathing in my scent. He licks his lips as his thumbs pull apart my outer labia then he proceeds to blow warm air over my engorged clit...

His head descends...

"Mulll...ddddeeerrr..."

* * * * *

I couldn't believe it when Scully had her *attack* or whatever. Her chest was heaving fingers clenched so tightly I thought I'd see blood welling up under her nails.

Then she convulsed, no other description would fit, she was moaning and screaming *MY* name in apparent ecstasy. There wasn't any way I could mistake the post-orgasmic blush spreading out over her face, cheeks red, beads of sweat dotting her flushed skin. It was all I could do to catch her before she hit the floor after lurching out of the chair and going completely limp.

Her head was resting on my shoulder as I carried her back to the room, all I could think of was the feel of Scully in my arms again. I think I heard Gibson saying something about explaining later...

Whatever *that* means...

I noticed Scully's eyes were glassy when I laid he down. My arm was damp...why is my arm damp?

<Oh...Scully>

She was moaning and grinding her legs together her hips moving as her hands fumbled with the fastenings on her jeans. She kept murmuring over and over...

"Get them off...off...get them off, Mulder."

Suddenly my hands were *there* dragging her jeans and sodden underwear down her creamy legs...oh yes...

<Yes! You are so right, get them off, Scully>

Something primitive...animal...came over me, watching her half-naked, rolling those soft hips as her hands lazily stroked her stomach. I *had* to see her breasts. Lifting her I draw the shirt up over her head, leaving it bunched around her forearms. I don't even bother with the clasp on her bra I just yank the cups down exposing her to my eyes.

My hands squeeze the ivory mounds, my thumbs and forefingers roll her rock-hard pink nipples as she quivers and moans even louder under my touch. I pull back and kneel between her legs my hands sliding up pulling them farther apart, before coming to rest on her slender hips.

All control and reason has left me as I forcefully tug on her hips, until my jean covered cock is pressing into her wet cunt. Her juices flow as I thrust myself against her, dampening the fly of my jeans. I'm growling as I drop down, running my tongue up her inner thigh.

I know I should stop, but I can't when her musky scent assaults my nostrils, opening her up I dip my head to taste her. My lips just close over her clit, sucking, she screams, her hips thrashing as she basically *rides* my face.

"Mmmuulll...ddeeerrrr...."

Hearing her scream out my name undoes me, I'm groaning as my cock spasms, cum quickly soaking my boxers and jeans. She is still twitching under me causing my cock to throb anew.

There is a flash of light.

* * * * *

I'm at my apartment, lying back against Scully. I watch our reflections in the TV as her hand disappears beneath the waistband of my boxers. The fingers of her other hand stroking through my hair.

<Scully...Jesus>

How in the *hell* did we get here? Why can't I seem to stop what's going on? What's happening to us, Scully?

"Shh...Relax, Mulder...let me help you," she whispers into my ear.

I know I'm groaning now. It's erotic watching as Scully frees my cock to the air, her hand moving up and down. I unconsciously pump my hips up. She's got a rhythm that's killing me...

Up count 1, 2, 3, 4...palm rubbing across the head, thumb swirling once around the tip before sliding down brusquely 1, 2...

"I'm close, Scully...Jesus I'm so close."

"Yes, let it happen...shh...show me..." she croons slipping out from behind me and dropping to her knees in front of the couch.

"OH...SHIT," I scream out.

Scully's tongue sweeps around the tip of my cock, collecting the pre-cum glistening there before circling the head fully. She opens her mouth taking me in; I can feel her teeth scraping lightly as she descends. Her hand reaches beneath my balls while the other holds my shaft steady. She starts an upward slide, sucking forcefully as her finger zeroes in on target...she presses, my balls tighten and then...

"Oh...Jesus...Scully..."

The muscles in my cock twitch as Scully sucks the fluid deep into her throat; the pulses travel from my balls in ripple-like sensations. I didn't even realize my eyes were clamped shut until I open them.

I reach for Scully, wanting to hold her, to finally kiss her plump lips as I taste myself in her mouth, but she's gone. I stand up scanning the room, calling out to her.

"Scully?"

I'm unprepared for the dizziness that encloses me. The room seems to spin and then the floor simply opens up under me and I'm falling...

falling into a deep black chasm...

I hear a crack, like the sound of a whip snapping. My eyes focus and I squeeze the small hand I seem to be holding...Scully? I tear my eyes away from hers and look around; we're still in the cafeteria...

"What? Mulder?"

I shrug, I have absolutely no idea what's going on. Did Scully have the same experience I did? What exactly was it?

"It's one of the signs," Gibson gasps.

My anger is growing. I want to know what's going on. I'm ready to explode at someone, anyone. Scully must sense this because she squeezes my hand tighter.

"Mulder?"

"I know you are both angry and frustrated. Confusion isn't something we like to experience, but I promise *after* you eat I'll do my best to explain everything. Please you *both* must keep up your strength. A long, hard road awaits us all."

I look at Scully she seems to accept quietly with a nod, I sigh and let go of her hand. One of the women who looks like Samantha sets plates of spaghetti in front of us. She can't *be* Samantha if what Cassandra told me is true...my *real* sister is *up there* with THEM...

The wonderful smell of the food activates my hunger; I dig in twisting the noodles around my fork. It's *really* good. I pause hearing Scully and Gibson trying to stifle their laughter, my eyebrows raise in bewilderment. What are they laughing at?

"Hungry? Mulder." Scully asks.

Then I realize why they were laughing. Okay, spaghetti is something I have no finesse at eating. I still slurp the noodles into my mouth, rather loudly and obnoxiously, I guess. The last bite I took had a *real* long noodle and I sucked it in so fast it smacked me in the nose, leaving a trail of spaghetti sauce along my nose no doubt.

Scully reaches over and wipes my nose with her napkin. I grin back at her knowing she's probably remembering a time when I removed some pesky barbecue sauce from the corner of her mouth, the look on her face was priceless. I think that was one of the first times I really noticed her lips...they are so perfect.

I take a deep calming breath and slow down my food intake. I guess inhaling this spaghetti isn't going to get Scully and I the answers any faster...I'm beginning to wonder if I even *want* the answers...

Part Three:

After they are done eating I take both of them into one our lab areas. I motion for them to take seats. I guess the beginning is the best place to start.

"You've been told the black oil, purity, is the life force of the alien colonists. That's mostly true...now Agent Scully *I* know you don't want to believe, but you *have* to...everything depends on it."

I turn on the TV and watch their faces as the images play. It the video from Texas, a 'birth' from one of the fireman and subsequent death of Dr. Bronshweig. I stop the tape. Scully wants to believe it's not true, that it's movie-magic and special effects.

"That alien is what we call a primitive, real original huh, for lack of a better word. Its purpose was and is to destroy, like a hired assassin. Being a killer is the soul purpose of its existence."

Into the room walks a small gray alien, tiny mouth and large oval eyes.

It walks closer to Dana, I'm not sure exactly what she's thinking...the images are going through her mind faster than I can read them, strange, I've been having that problem ever since the first *event* occurred in the cafeteria. I can see hesitation in her eyes.

"Go ahead...touch him. We call him Happy; there are six other like him here. When they arrived they had picked names from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves...comical huh?"

Dana gently touched Happy, testing the texture of his skin, her fingers gliding over his head, shoulders and hands professionally. He is trembling under her scrutiny; he feels something...something his thoughts can't process.

Leaning back a slow smile forms across her face. She's convinced this isn't a child in a costume. A struggle deep within her begins. I don't envy trying to trust what you see in front of your eyes vs. the beliefs you've come to rely on; she's handling it pretty well.

Mulder finally reaches out. Happy recoils and runs out of the room.

"Guess he isn't into male/alien bonding."

"No Mulder, it's not that. He is afraid of your touch and Dana's on him simultaneously, it would have overloaded his senses."

"Why?" Dana jumps in.

"It has to do with the legend." I put my hand up in a back-off gesture. "I will get to that, please be patient."

"Happy is what we call a phase two or second stage alien. His form is what the primitive evolves into. Think of it this way, if two humans of different races mate you get a hybrid, but that doesn't make the hybrid any less human does it? Just as ants start out basically alike they are altered during gestation some become workers others don't. Happy is a primitive yet he is not."

I can see both of them waiting for me to continue.

"The black oil, purity, has a sort of life a consciousness, but it can be changed as well as controlled. It became highly radioactive when you encountered it I believe the first time, when you followed a lead to Japan. It had been trapped in a World War II bomber and absorbed the radioactive product in the bombs to survive, to grow stronger. Japan is where Alex Krycek became infected."

"Alex Krycek?" Mulder's eyebrows rise.

"Mulder?"

I hit play on the VCR again; the screen shows Alex Krycek hunched over a large metallic object. Black fluid pouring from his mouth, nose and eyes, the oil seems to be absorbing directly into the patterns on the surface of the metal object.

"That's what was *in* me?" Scully asks clamping a hand over her mouth before running out of the room.

"Scully?" Mulder tried to follow, but I stopped him. "Gibson...let me go to her...I have to help."

"Leave her alone, for now...someone is going to talk to her...please I'll explain more to you."

He sits back down, but his I know he is worried about Dana.

* * * * *

I could hear Dana retching and I know it's going to shock her when she sees me. I sit on the bed and look right into her eyes as she comes out of the bathroom. I pat the bed, an invitation to sit.

"Yes, Dana. It's really me."

She sits down gingerly, beside me; I take her hands in mine briefly.

"Melissa?"

"I'm not a clone. This is going to be *very* hard for you to hear."

She nods, ready to listen.

"When I left home I traveled all over the US and Europe. It was in Russia that I feel in love with Alex Krycek." Dana gasps, but I continue undaunted.

"You have to understand, he was mysterious, handsome, great in bed, but he treated me like a lady. Long walks at sunset, candlelight dinners, guided tours of all the historical landmarks and deep conversation. I thought I was seeing into his soul and I let him see mine."

"I finally told him I was leaving Russia and returning home. That's the night he proposed. He told me he was coming with me; it was fall of 1992. I told him I wasn't sure if I was ready to set a date. All Alex said was he wanted everyone to know I was taken. That I was *his* so that I would be protected."

"Looking back now I know it was all part of an agenda that *I* was just one small piece of a master plan. Through Bill I heard you had went against Dad's wishes and joined the FBI. I was shocked, but I knew you never do anything without a lot of thought."

"Dana, I found out you were gone and Alex acted so strangely...he finally admitted to me that *he* kept your partner Mulder from getting to you in time...that he knew you were going to be abducted...that he worked for the same people."

I gently wipe away tears that are falling slowly down Dana's cheeks.

"Oh how I hated him in that moment. I begged, I cursed, but he was in my blood, he was on his knees, telling me he'd make everything okay...begging me to forgive him because he loved me...And then he did. You came back, but you were so *weak* knocking on death's door."

I take her hands in mine again.

"Dana when I saw Mulder for the first time...I know you don't believe in aura's or the mystical, but I *knew* he loved you. There was a light around him and it reached out and touched you. I couldn't see your aura it was so dim, but the moment he came into the room your aura grew brighter, stronger."

"I went to see him the night...when the doctor told us you were weakening. His apartment was pitch black he was angry, he was preparing for revenge. I told him willingly walking into the darkness wouldn't bring you back...Dana if you had died I honestly think he would have followed..."

"I stood outside that night, quietly, I didn't want him to know I was there. He held your hand...Dana *I* saw your soul leave your body. Your essence got off that bed and enfolded Mulder in your arms, he must have felt you somehow because he began to cry. His soul was dying right along with you.

"Mom made him leave told him to get some sleep, I think he told her he loved you...I saw her comforting him, you were her daughter yet she was whispering to him *I know Fox, I know* she let him cry on her shoulder and then he left. When he walked out of the room your aura faded completely...but you recovered."

My little sister is crying openly, I pause, allowing her to collect herself. She takes a deep shuddering breath, swipes at the tears and nods for me to continue.

"Alex disappeared after that, he made me promise not to tell you or Mulder of his involvement or of ours. He said he couldn't protect you and Mulder or me *if* I let on. And then I was shot..."

"I woke up a week later. Alex tried to explain it was for the best that my whole family thought I was dead. Because it had been a mistake you were the one who was supposed to die. Alex told me a man named Jeremiah Smith healed me, but he wouldn't elaborate I just assumed he was a specialist. But I was a prisoner, it was a nice house we lived in, armed guards kept me company while Alex was away."

"I couldn't go anywhere...not even to a restaurant or the mall. And then...he changed. I can still remember the first time." I shiver involuntarily with the memory.

"We were having sex, rough and hard, fucking, not making love and I looked into his eyes. I could see a black film flowing over his eyes something was controlling him. When he came inside me it was cold, like his semen was dead. We fucked four more times that night, I was confused so I didn't say no."

"During his sleep he kept mumbling about a silo, bombs and the X Files. We moved around after that, months pass quickly when you feel your living on the run. I stumbled across some papers that Alex had hidden."

"Dana...I found out about Emily Simm that day and her location. I managed to get to a phone and I called you at Bill's..."

Alarms start to sound and an explosion rocks the room.

"Oh my God! Dana...come on!"

I grab her hand, pulling her with me out the door, we almost barrel into Mulder, Gibson and Kurt. Mulder grabs Dana's shoulders.

"Scully?"

"Mulder what's going on?"

Numerous other Kurt's surround us; there are more explosions. Gunfire and what sounds like flame-throwers are added to the confusion.

"We've got to get THEM out of here NOW!" Kurt yells.

Another explosion rocks the complex we take off as fast as possible. The screams of the dying follow us as we turn and flee.

* * * * *

We all start running like the hounds of hell are chasing us, down hallways that twist and turn. Finally we burst through a door into the open air. Mulder grabs Dana's hand tightly and then we are dodging bullets and trees, climbing rocks, and attempting to reach the awaiting escape vehicle.

I see a bounty hunter aiming his weapon at Dana; I close the distance between her and I faster than I imagined. I hurl my self in front of the deadly projectile it's time for me to protect my little sister...

* * * * *

"Missy! NO!"

Scully screams and jerks her hand away from Mulder running to her sisters' aid. Gibson has told Mulder of Alex Krycek's true allegiance, he knows we *have* got to get to the next rendezvous point. I can hear Melissa straining to speak, something about Emily's father, but I can't make out her last words.

Dana emits a wail like I've *never* heard before, she's cradling Melissa and rocking her back and forth.

The six other Kurt's beside myself whirl in all directions shooting, returning fire. We have little time as we take down a seemingly unending supply of assassins. Suddenly there is a brief silence, giving Mulder a chance to collect Dana.

I see him pull her away from Melissa's body; her hands and clothing stained bright red. She is struggling against him, hitting him.

"Dammit, Mulder. Let me GO! Where's Jeremiah Smith? He can heal her...he did it before...Melissa...my sister..."

Mulder shakes her, putting his face directly in front of hers.

"She's GONE, Scully! Yes he can heal, but not if you're already DEAD!"

Even to my emotionless soul, he sounds brutal, stabbing, unfeeling. Yet, this seems to get through to her...momentarily...until she manages to pull away and knock him on his ass, yelling.

"You BASTARD!"

She started to run I thought I would have to tackle her myself, but Mulder's quick reflexes have him off the ground and caught up to her in seconds. He takes her by the shoulder hauls back his hand and smacks her face with enough force her head snaps sideways. He's muttering under his breath.

"Forgive me...Scully."

She's dazed, Mulder takes the opportunity to sling her over his shoulder like some caveman and we continue running for our escape vehicle. Two other Kurt's hold open the doors of another van; Mulder basically throws Scully in the cargo area unceremoniously. Gibson is already up front in the passenger seat.

I think we are lucky. That's when I feel *it* whiz past me and I hear the sickening sound of a bullet imbedding itself in flesh. I turn...our luck just ran out. Mulder's body hits the floor of the van's interior with a dull thud...

I run around and jump into the driver's seat, gun the engine and take off. I can hear her giving orders to the other Kurt's.

"Hold your hand here...firm pressure...don't let up..."

Well he's still alive, but I don't know for how long. I hope Jeremiah has made it to the halfway point...can Mulder hold on for that long? It must not be good; I can notice the change in Scully's voice as it quivers with barely restrained emotion.

"Mulder...I'm sorry...please, Mulder...I don't think I can *be* strong right now...you know how hard it is for me to admit that...c'mon Mulder? Do you hear me, Mulder? I *need* you...please...don't leave me...please...Mulder..."

In the rear-view mirror I see her kiss his forehead, her lips linger as she speaks, the words whispering across his skin like a caress.

"I refuse to do *this* alone, Mulder...I can't, I won't...dammit Mulder...the *truth* doesn't mean anything without YOU...fight...do you hear me? Fight...for me...for us..."

She sits up slowly his head resting on her lap, fingers stroking through his hair; her whole attention focused solely on him, humming softly. I glance at Gibson. He shakes his head.

I increase the speed of our travels, I have to hurry or everything we've worked for is lost with Agent Mulder's last breath...

Part Four:

I'm still so confused.

Melissa told me so much and yet *she* is now dead, for good, no coming back...my sister. I just found her again. Oh God...

I can't cry now. Mulder needs me to be strong...it's so hard. I always try to keep my emotions in check. I feel I can't let anyone, especially not Mulder, see how weak I am inside. Anymore I don't really know if Mulder would see me as weak, maybe I'm just projecting on the idea that women in general are weak, emotional creatures who *need* a man to lean on. Mulder has never treated me like I am weak or fragile. But still...

I know it's not true. Sometimes however, like now I just want to curl up in a ball and cry till I've drained all the sorrow out of me. I wonder if I have enough tears in my whole body for all my trials...

The answer is easy, no I don't. I could cry an ocean and it wouldn't begin to touch what I'm feeling at this very moment.

It scares me and Dana Scully is *never* afraid...this, this *thing* I'm feeling...for Mulder...

I told Sheila Fontaine about my 'light switch' epiphany. Oh I know easily when the light came on for me, but it was more like a dimmer switch. Our first case together the power came on when confided in me about his sister and each case thereafter the light grew brighter. I'm not even sure how to describe the feeling I had when Mulder walked into the room after my abduction. Relief, safe, compassion...trust and love.

The first time I honestly admitted to myself that I loved Fox Mulder was as he lay dying, ironic huh, after being exposed to the retrovirus. If I hadn't gotten there and cooled his body back down...I shudder at the thought. He recovered with a new outlook, a new purpose

and I buried my feelings...deep.

I couldn't, would not let anything interfere with our work. Maybe I was afraid he didn't feel the same and I didn't want to see that the X Files would always come before me. So I hardened myself further, I put a wall over the feelings I'd buried. I became by outward appearances impervious to emotions, to tragedy, to death even.

I built my walls so high I thought *no one* could scale them...

NEVER underestimate Fox Mulder.

Like the water that created the Grand Canyon, Mulder chipped away at my pseudo stone defenses until cracks appeared. Damn him...

I know the truth now, Melissa told me of his love for me. But then...at times I was sure he felt the same and then others...a few not so long ago...

Dammit, I didn't and I don't want to BE just a conquest, just another lover...I want it all...His trust, his passion, his body and his *soul* and I won't settle for less...not now.

Mulder suddenly convulses in my arms; his movements are so unexpected that the two Kurt clones lose their balance. I look to where their hands had been pressed expecting to see blood pouring out.

He had been turned sideways when the bullet hit, entering the right side of his body and exiting the left...so many internal organs to compromise. Liver, Kidneys, Pancreas...

I am shocked to find no wounds on either side; the skin seems to have completely healed. Mulder's convulsions have stopped.

"Kurt! Gibson! The wounds are gone!" I exclaim.

Gibson crawls back to me, takes me by the shoulders and shakes me.

"LISTEN to me Dana...if you want to save his life you *have* to do exactly what I say...EXACTLY!"

"But, what are you talking about? He's healing..."

"NO! I can't believe we were so stupid as to think the Bounty Hunters would be using standard bullets. Dana he was shot by an EPU. An Electron-Pulse-Umbrella round. It enters the body and simulates an exit wound also, before repairing both and carrying out its objective."

"Objective?" Confusion must be evident on my face.

"Yes it is programmed to head for the brain where it will imbed itself and open up like an umbrella, deploying hundreds of microscopic electrodes...It will then create a circuit using the brains own electronic impulses...frying his brain...killing HIM."

"WHAT! Gibson...there is *no* such thing..."

Gibson looks deep into my eyes.

"Goddammit DANA! THIS isn't earth technology. It's ALIEN!"

"But..."

"No buts...if you don't want him to die YOU have got to believe me! I know he hurt you...before...DO YOU WANT HIM TO DIE?"

I shake my head no. How can Gibson even ask me that? Can't he read everything in my mind? Looking at him I realize maybe he can't...

Something has changed...

Gibson motions for the two Kurt's to move up front. He takes my hand and places my palm over Mulders fly; he doesn't let me pull away.

"Dana you have to bring him to orgasm. It won't be easy. The EPU is emitting signals to deaden the body's sensations I don't even know if he'll wake up...Why does it work? An orgasm is such a powerful all encompassing event in the human body that it will short out the EPU, rendering it useless and then it will break down, becoming harmless."

I know my mouth is hanging open.

"Gibson...Mulder and I aren't...well I can't *do* that..." I sputter.

Gibson looks defeated. His voice reflects it also.

"Then...he *will* die..."

I can't let Mulder die...why would Gibson lie? It sounds like something out of bad science fiction, but...if it's true...

"Okay..." I whisper.

Does this boy, this young man *really* know how awkward this is? He must. He blushes, rises and goes up front, turning on the radio and increasing the volume. The two Kurt clones pull a curtain across...blocking Mulder and I from their view.

* * * * *

Oh boy...why does this feel like I'm raping Mulder? How am I going to *do* this exactly? Gibson just said orgasm he didn't say *I* had to have sex with Mulder...that leaves other options. I'll have to be creative though if his senses are impaired, I'm going to have to utilize the four he has available right now. Let's see...touch, sound, smell and taste...okay, touch first.

I peel off my blood stained shirt, jeans, shoes and socks. Divesting Mulder of his jeans is not so easy I push them down to his knees and give up. I decide the bra has to go, I need as much skin to skin contact as possible.

Straddling Mulders stomach my buttocks just graze his sleeping penis as I lean forward my breasts pressing into his chest. Shit, my nipples are hard already. They seem hypersensitive as I rock my hips against Mulders' body. I trail my lips from his collarbone up his neck and close them over his earlobe, sucking. Okay let's try sound.

"Mulder..." I purr. I have an idea of what my voice does to some men...Mulder included. "I'm going to make you feel *so good* I promise."

Well, well his senses aren't THAT impaired. I can feel him hardening under the cheeks of my ass. I release his earlobe raising up just a little, letting my nipples rub back and forth over his chest. I can't stifle the moan that escapes from my throat.

I turn so I'm straddling Mulders' chest...I'm wet. If he can smell the musky odor of my arousal sense number three is taken care off.

I stretch the elastic waist of Mulders' boxers up and over his erection...whoa...Mulder. I can see his testicles tightening with every second as I run my palm up and down his thick penis. I feel the throbbing in my lower body becoming more insistent. I can't stop myself from putting one hand down my panties.

Fingers separate the folds finding my swollen clitoris, using my thumb and forefinger I roll the nub around and around. GOD... I'm close...so close...Mulder...

Shit...my fingers are slick from my juices; almost reluctantly I remove my hand I can't climax. What am I thinking? I don't even know how much time I have before the EPU or whatever activates. I arch back, twisting to slide a finger into Mulders mouth, his tongue moves slightly against the digit. Taste is taken care off. Now back to business.

I cup his testicles, licking my lips when I see the beads of pre-cum appearing at the tip. I lower my head, taking him into my mouth, my tongue flicking over the top, tasting him. I relax my jaw to take him in further; even so I can only handle about one-third of his considerable length. He is pulsing, as I raise my mouth once before plunging back down again.

The sudden shock of hands on my hips almost causes me to bite down; somehow I manage not to. Raising my head, Mulders' penis leaves my mouth with a popping sound. I'm just about to look over my shoulder when I hear him growl...and I mean *growl* I feel my panties being ripped away almost violently...OH GOD...

Thank heaven I still don't have Mulders' penis in my mouth because he drags me back and I'm suddenly assaulted by his mouth fastening on my clit, his fingers shoved up my vagina...HOLY SHIT...I'm coming...

I'm coming, I'm coming...Mulder...oh...shit...

"Muull...deerr..." I scream, I should be embarrassed they *had* to have heard *that* up front.

Tremors are still running through my when my world is turned. Mulder has spun me around his lips fastened on my left breast, tugging the nipple deep inside his mouth. My head is still reeling. My eyes try to focus as Mulder releases my nipple.

He pushes me back reclining on his outstretched legs, adjusting slightly he spreads my outer labia open allowing his penis to rest within. For some odd reason I can't help but think about the hot dog and bun picture that pops into my head...hmm.

I almost laugh. But then all I can do is feel as Mulder thrusts up, his engorged penis sliding back and forth over my still sensitive clitoris. My knees are even with his hipbones my calves resting alongside his thighs; it's a very odd position. I like it. Thank God I'm flexible.

Mulder's hands grasp my thighs as he continues thrusting, the friction is delicious. I can feel the vein on the underside of his penis, it's hard, so very engorged, and he increases the pace. Faster...

How much time has passed? Could that *thing* be expanding in his brain right now? I can feel another orgasm of my own approaching; our mutual moaning fills the air. Mulder please you've got to come...

I don't even question my decision as in one fluid movement I arch my hips up, my upper body following, rising up on my knees my hand reaches down holding my folds open. I take one look in Mulders' eyes; they are dark with passion.

The man can read my mind, sometimes, I plunge down as he slams up and we're both coming. My head is thrown back, my whole body quaking with the pain of having Mulder imbedded to the hilt inside of me, leaving me speechless. Pain, pleasure is such a fine line, Mulders' hands are splayed over my hips holding my to him as I rock and spasm against him.

I don't want to rise up. I don't want to release a single inch of his penis inside me. I can still feel my muscles clamping around him. His hot sperm is still being jettisoned against my cervix when I collapse limp, across his chest.

"Scully..." he mumbles into my hair.

"Mmm...Mulder..." I sigh before we both drift away into our dreams.

* * * * *

Floating.

Buoyed by unseen eddies.

Water yet not.

The liquid is all encompassing.

Breathing, yes, but living in limbo.

Riding the waves of nature.

Following the path of destiny.

Hearing the call of thousands of whispered voices.

Words, meanings.

Tasting the power...

Feeling the truth...

Knowing the danger...

Wanting...peace.

Waiting for the future...

Home...love.

Calling out...come here.

Tumbling...

Sensing the arrival.

Their...

Yes...you...

Come...here.

* * * * *

This is weird.

I'm swimming.

Quickly it seems.

It's kind of dark.

How am I swimming?

No arms, no legs.

I'm bumping against others.

I think...

Other what?

I should be tired.

But the farther I go...

The more energy I seem to possess.

My instincts tell me...

I'm getting close...

To something, somewhere.

Why?

Doesn't matter.

I just know...

I must find it.

Or the place.

Whichever.

Whoa...

I think I'm here.

It's a wall or something.

Flat? No curved.

Like a sphere.

Hello...hello...is anyone there?

I *know* this is the place.

I can feel it.

Wait...it's opening...Yes.

Here I am...

Thank you.

I'm home.

Part Five:

Unknown Location:

Alex Krycek, shirtless, bloodied, bruised and kneeling before an Alien Bounty hunter. It gives me pleasure to see him like this. I'm looking much better now...

Now that I have *joined* with the alien entity, the purity, still living inside of me. Now that those stupid inferior humans have quit using me as a pincushion, their own personal guinea pig, but most of them are dead now.

My eyes are no longer reddened, my hair is no longer limp and lifeless in fact it shines like never before. My flawless skin is again present all the bruises and wounds now healed. I am no longer just Marita Covarrubias I am something more.

I step out of the shadows. The alien inside of Krycek floats across his eyes slowly, slow means wary, scared in human terms.

"Alex, Alex *how* truly insignificant you are." I lean down, running my tongue along his face from cheek to temple, tasting the metallic flavor of his blood.

Kneeling, I lightly scrape my fingernails along his sweat-slickened chest, his indrawn gasp lets me know the effect I'm having on him. The human male, how easily they can go from pain to pleasure.

I swiftly unsnap his jeans and tug the zipper southward. Alex is starting to shake violently as my hand reaches in, cupping his cock; sure strokes cause it to harden even further.

The human psyche still remaining in this body desires Alex Krycek, but it is no longer necessary. My body hungers, wetness flows from within me, strange so strange. I pull his cock free, raise the skirt I'm wearing and straddle him.

I rock my body back and forth, riding him hard. The two Hunters, one on each side press on his shoulders, Alex can't move, he can't thrust into me as his body unconsciously yearns to. *I* have control. Harder and harder, I angle my hips forward as my climax explodes, suddenly.

I stop moving. He is still hard. I feel him throbbing against the walls of my cunt. I sense the Purity within Alex struggling to exert dominance over me, us. I put my lips to his ear as I speak;

"You have failed..."

I rise up only to kneel before him again taking his cock in my grasp. A few quick jerks and he begins to climax, my other hand grabs his testicles and I squeeze, hard. The sacs feel like bread dough squishing between my fingers, the skin turning purple-black.

Alex lurches back, vomiting black liquid, his eyes bulging from the sockets. I walk over, stoop down and swirl my finger in the Purity.

"Now that I have your total attention. You have allowed our enemies access to one of *us* in pure form. If you had gotten to Ft. Marlene sooner perhaps we could still proceed as planned before...but *our* elders are angry now...new plans are being made."

Krycek is breathing more steadily now. The Purity slowly slithers back into his body. It, he, is stronger now, reinforced...the blackness covers his eyes, two fathomless pits of darkness. His body heals, rapidly, as he stands upright.

The Hunters step away, frightened by the renewed power of the Purity coursing through Alex Krycek. His gaze falls on me, intense, predatory. I should be afraid, but I'm not this is how I, we, want him. Stronger and more focused than before.

He pushes me backwards, turning me so my face is pressed against the wall. He barely nods to the Hunters.

"Leave," he orders and they comply willingly.

Alex savagely tugs my skirt up, bunching it around my waist. His hands separate the cheeks of my ass and I feel the head of his fully functional cock poised at the entrance to my anus. I only have time for half of an indrawn breath before he rams into me.

I groan in pain, he moans in pleasure of his power.

He begins a quick thrusting rhythm, when he ejaculates *this* time it will be semen and Purity, his entity will bond with mine. I am unprepared for the climax tearing through this body.

Alex, without warning, slides his hand around, pinching my clit in the same instant he transfers his cock from my anus to my cunt in one move.

My head drops to the wall, hard, as he slams into me one final time.

My cunt continues clenching around him. I feel warmth and coldness as I am bathed in human semen and Alien Purity. He steps away, his limp cock sliding from me; we both straighten our clothes before speaking.

"What do the Elders have in mind?" He asks.

"I'm not sure, yet. They're going to contact us tonight."

"Good...I'll be in the shower." He pauses. "Care to join me?"

I look down. Another erection, the human Krycek is a *very* sexual creature. Why not? The whole process still amuses the Aliens to this very day. Besides there isn't any danger to the participants, of course there was that *one* mistake...one accident...one anomaly.

What was the name again? Oh yes...Gibson Praise.

* * * * *

The phone rings. Shit. *That* phone, Jesus.

"Hello?"

I listen intently.

"Yes...yes, I understand."

Damn. I knew this day would come, time for me to set my priorities straight. *My* family or family in general. It's really not a hard decision, not at all.

Fox Mulder...

The name is like a poison in my brain.

It's his fault.

*He* is the reason I have to chose.

I close my eyes remembering a simpler time, before I understood the concept of pre-destination. Of having ones life mapped out by a shadowy group hidden beneath and within the governments of the world.

I can still see the sun, smell the summer breeze. Feel the wind as it touched my face and hair. Hear the laughter...the laughter of children from so long ago, of the child *I* once was.

"Bill...Bill...not so fast, Bill...Biiilllll..."

I thought I'd lost her, I was laughing and then...WHAM...I was lying on my back and she was sitting on my chest...little shit...she must have jumped out of the tree.

"Ha...Ha, Bill...I *got* you!"

Even though my whole body hurt, who knew such a little bitsy thing could pack such a wallop, I smiled up at her, nonetheless.

"Uncle...Okay...you got me."

She climbed off me and offered me a hand up, I accepted.

"You know I love you...don't cha, Bill?"

I was probably five foot tall compared to her two maybe three feet, if that, her eyes blue as a robin's egg, gazing up at me. Her face full of adoration... She *really* looked up to me, loved me...once...without question...now, I don't know. I should have protected her.

Anger wells in me and I slam my fist onto the desk in front of me.

"Goddammit Dana...why couldn't you just stay the Fuck away from the FBI and especially Fox Mulder?"

I call the airlines...time to make a trip to D.C.

Part Six:

We have arrived at the second base. The Kurt's quickly remove Mulder and Scully from the van. I know they will be placed in a room together, most likely sleeping for the rest of the day and night.

Jeremiah comes toward me, an expression of what I can only describe as awe. Something has been found. Something important.

"Gibson, you have to see what has been uncovered..."

I nod falling into step beside him. We are in tunnels again; the rock walls are red and clay-like, lights hang suspended above us. As we stop Jeremiah points at the wall face.

I trace the drawings with my fingertips...

Flying saucers? UFO's?

Small gray aliens.

A lake of blackness...I can almost see it rippling...pulling me under...my hand dips into the liquid and suddenly...

"Gibson!"

Jeremiah jerks me back and I shrug his hands off me. I *need* to continue...it seemed so real, I shake my head seeing nothing but chalk-like images. I scan more of them.

A light surrounds a young girl with long dark hair...she is hovering above another figure, kneeling, watching the floating girl... Samantha...and her brother...Fox Mulder...

Pre-destined...

A mountaintop, a lone figure, a man stands gazing up. He is holding something in the palm of his hand. I walk closer...it appears to be a tiny gold cross attached to a thin chain...

Dana...her prone figure showing a grotesquely huge abdomen, like some super-pregnancy. Humans stand around her, small grays are caressing, holding onto her swollen stomach...Three figures stand behind the main group. I can see smoke curling around the head of one. There is red hair on the second and the third is a black man.

I keep following the pictures...moments in the lives of Agent Mulder and Agent Scully...

Ancient drawings...

Foretelling the future...

Millions of years ago...here and on other planets...

But these...so much detail...

I'm hot...dizzy...as I stare at the image of the earth. The sun is blazing, alien ships surrounding the planet...no...Oh god...no...

I'm only dimly aware of Jeremiah.

"Gibson...Gibson...don't look...don't look at the images..."

I glance at the next one...a scene...right now. Jeremiah and I standing in this tunnel looking at the wall. I try to look away...but my eyes are drawn back to the sun...

There is a bright flash like the sun exploded from the picture. I fall to my knees. I can feel Jeremiah touching my shoulder, I raise my head, and his fingers stroke my eyelids. But his healing power is useless; dormant...there will be no cure this time...

"Gibson...oh my lord...Gibson...Someone help...Kurt..."

I am blind.

But I am gifted or cursed as the case may be with something else. A vision comes to me, clear and detailed like watching a movie...

"Get to Dana, now." I say as I struggle to stand.

"Go. Hurry...there's not much time."

I see myself through Jeremiah's eyes before he turns and runs down the tunnel. I can't watch him go, but I follow with him. Using this new 'othersight' I look at the world through others eyes...

Yes *I* am blind...but *I* still see...

* * * * *

I can see through Jeremiah's eyes. He violently pushes open the door of the room where Mulder and Scully are and it slams loudly on the wall jolting Mulder awake. Instinctively he reaches out for his weapon while trying to protect Scully in the same motion. He comes up empty on both attempts Mulder seems confused momentarily.

"Where is Agent Scully?" Jeremiah breathlessly asks.

"I don't know."

"Gibson sent me to find her, I think she's might be in danger."

My new ability is going to require some practice on my part, I don't actually see her, Dana, but I smell her, a light fresh scent I've come to recognize. I try to focus on one of the Kurt's still chipping away at the cave wall, so I can see what Dana is doing, slowly the vision appears. I even seem to be able to control the clone he looks around as I would with my own body; I've become a puppeteer.

She is touching the etchings on the wall almost reverently, I can hear the sounds of running, it is Jeremiah and Mulder. Scully glances to them briefly before touching one of the pictures, stroking it lightly.

Mulder is only about five feet away when it appears she steps through the wall it shimmers like gray water. I watch, as she becomes part of the drawing on the cave wall.

"Scully!" Mulder yells as he steps closer and tries to follow.

The wall is solid to his touch he cannot follow he looks helplessly on as she confronts her abduction she is part of the scene on the wall.

Mulder glances at the pictures in front of that one his eyes widen in terror before swinging back watching the drawing come to life like a movie, Scully lying on a table and the second Scully approaches.

I notice the three men who were in the still drawing are no longer there only a Japanese looking man, a doctor maybe and some nurses, he is speaking looking into a mirror on the far wall of the room.

"I can't perform the ova harvesting right now."

"Why not?" A voice rings out over an intercom.

"She's pregnant."

"If Agent Scully is part of the Legend the pregnancy is irrelevant, we still aren't sure *she* is the one. We aren't sure Mulder is either. But if they are then we only need to keep them apart it's the two of them together that brings the prophecy to life."

I could see Mulder flinch listening to the words...I recognize the voice too...I can almost smell the stagnant smoke. But I don't understand how could Agent Scully have been pregnant when she was abducted? Am I reading the legend wrong? Could the aliens be wrong too?

I'm drawn back to the scene unfolding.

"Dr. 'our friends' have informed us of paintings that seem to suggest two individuals the colors of red, brown, green, gold and blue are somehow connected to the fulfillment of this prophecy. There are other factors as well, which is why we were able to narrow down our search to a handful of humans, families here on Earth. They believe in this legend of hope, in the idea of a super-powerful being forming from two individuals."

"They have shown me these drawings of two bodies one with brown hair one gold and one green eye the other with red hair and blue eyes. There are no faces though it just a vague outline of bodies now way to tell if there is even a sexual differentiation. In the picture the two beings appear to be standing side by side and a great ball of energy is between them."

"Perhaps the two together allows a type of power to be unleashed. I really don't know. But if Agent Scully is the one half of the equation and Mulder is the other then we have to keep them apart...as for her condition...Harvest the genetic material, doctor. And rip out the fetus, it's really for the best."

The Japanese doctor nods is consent, he injects something into her arm, he eyes have been open she has heard the whole conversation. Her mouth is moving and we hear her whisper...

"Please...please don't take my...our baby."

"I'm sorry...but the child will not survive the procedure I'm going to perform on you, my dear."

A small gray appears followed by five more. The leader stands at her head gently running its hand over her forehead in a soothing manner; the others caress her stomach as it begins to slowly grow. A nurse reaches up and pulls down an apparatus with a large needle and suction cup attached to a hose and inserts it into Scullys navel.

The doctor ties her legs to the stirrups on the table before watching a screen that will guide him into Scullys uterus. His hand closes on the fetus...

"Mulder..." Scully whimpers tears pooling in her eyes.

A bloodcurdling scream comes from Scully's lips as she feels the life being ripped out of her. The grays close their eyes simultaneously, causing Scully to drift into unconsciousness.

The doctors and nurses leave the room while the grays continue to stroke and caress Scully's body. They all screech when the see the second Scully approach from seemingly nowhere. They are afraid.

She walk over to the tray containing her unborn child, a blue cloth is draped over, covering the tiny body. Scully holds her hands above it, hovering almost, a strange shower of sparkles starts from her hands moving down only a few seconds pass and the blue cloth sags. Removing her hands the shower stops she turns to the aliens, eyes cold with hatred.

"You took something from me once...now I've given my child peace."

She turned and walked away fading out, almost ghost-like, before the doctor came back in he lifted the cloth to find the fetus gone, no blood nothing to indicate it was ever there.

The wall began to shimmer and Scully stepped through her eyes locked on Mulder, hard eyes, angry eyes. He reached out to her, but she turned from him and walked away down the tunnel. Mulder hung his head in defeat, I wish I could read his thoughts.

He gingerly touched a picture on the wall before following Scully.

I looked...I had been wrong, they had been lovers...the picture he had caressed proved it...but it must have been right before she was abducted...so that means the unborn baby, the one those bastards violently removed from Dana's body...was Fox Mulder's child as well.

* * * * *

Part Seven:

I follow Scully back to the room I woke up in I keep calling out her name, I want her to stop and *talk* to me. I know she has a right to be angry with me, but after her abduction and her loss of memory I was just happy she remembered *me* I never mentioned our one and only night together and neither did she.

In all honesty I thought she didn't remember or that she wanted to forget even though it tore me up inside. I have lived with my dreams for six years of the taste of her lips, the way she smelled as I nuzzled her neck, the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. And to remember all of it in vivid detail the hot, tight feel of her when I finally thrust inside her, the way her breasts just fit my hands perfectly and how her nipples hardened under my touch.

Or finally in the last moment of bliss she rose above me her hair like living fire as she rocked upon me. When she came her back bowed until those silken tresses tickled my knees and as I climaxed her lips covered mine each of us seeming to swallow the moans of the other our bodies still joined she fell asleep on top of me, my own Scully-blanket one of a kind.

She is running now away from me, she tries slamming the door in my face, but I'm not going to let her we are going to talk.

"Scully, dammit! Listen to me!"

She relinquishes the door and I step inside closing and locking it behind me I could have forced my way in, but I had to let her make the final decision. She's turned away from me and I know she is trying desperately not to cry, not to succumb to what *she* feels is a weakness on her part. I gently put my hands on her shoulders, but she almost violently turns and removes herself from my grasp.

"Mulder, you SON-OF-A-BITCH! Don't you think *I* had a right to KNOW! We *slept* together for God's sake...I, oh...DAMMIT!"

"Scully?" I try to approach her again keeping my tone calm.

"Don't FUCKING *touch* me, Mulder. How could you keep something like this from me? You knew how much it bothered me that I couldn't remember so many things, even little things eluded me and yet you kept probably the most important change in our relationship from me!"

"Scully...I..."

"NO you're going to listen to *ME* for just once! I just FUCKED you earlier in the van after you'd been shot by some *supposed* alien type of technologically advanced bullet, do you know how I feel?"

She's getting angrier and her voice is rising.

"I thought that was our first time...and I had wished it was under better circumstances...Jesus Mulder don't you think *I* would want to remember us? Was it a mistake? It must have been for you to just toss me aside like a one night stand...some whore you picked up at a bar..."

I've had enough I grab her upper arms a little more forcefully than I intended, I'm not going to let her go either, not until I've had my say she's not the only one feeling betrayed.

"Your not the *only* one feeling hurt, Scully! Why the FUCK didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Were you so ashamed that you touched me let alone having my child? Or were you just going to go out and have an abortion wouldn't want you saddled with 'Spooky' and crazy Fox Mulder's spawn, now would you? I had a right to KNOW!"

I'm shaking her and I don't even realize it until she cries out.

"I didn't know...Mulder, I swear I didn't know...you're hurting me."

Oh God what am I doing? I pull her into my arms, she's crying and I'm crying, suddenly we know, realizing in this instant what we've both lost. We both lost a child, a child that was conceived in a night of passion, yes, but also a night of whispering I Love You and *I* still do so I'm not going to wait another six years to tell her again.

I hold the back of her neck as I bend my head and kiss her with all the passion and love I haven't been able to express. I plunder her mouth my tongue forcing its way inside, she moans into my mouth and I shiver, pulling back I look as deeply as I can into those cobalt blue eyes and tell her...I repeat the words I uttered not so long ago.

"Scully, I Love You...believe me...please..."

"I do...Mulder..."

Before she can say another word I'm kissing her again and this time I'm not stopping, I place light kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her lips again before trailing down the smooth column of her throat. She's making this humming noise that's starting to drive me insane; my cock is straining against the confines of my jeans.

"Show me...Mulder...tell me..." she breathlessly orders.

"What?" my confused brain tries to wrap around exactly what she is asking me for as I am peeling her clothes off.

She is reaching for the zipper of my jeans and in a flash we are both naked, I don't know if *I* can be tender like I want to be the lower part of my body is aching to be inside her. Like coming home I always wondered about that phrase...now I think I understand.

"I want you to make love to me Mulder...help me remember the first time...I *need* to have the memory of that night and the miracle that occurred and was taken away from *us*...please?"

Her small hands are cupping my face as she speaks, thumbs brushing away the tears still resting upon my cheeks. I nod, emotion threatening to overtake me yet again. I pick her up and her legs wrap around me as I carry her to the bed.

"Well..." I say before taking a pink nipple into my mouth and suckling briefly, causing her to arch towards me. "It started with you wanting to know if the seat beside me was taken."

"And you said you were experiencing how'd you put it? Oh yes 'violent impulses' and I think I said I was armed."

"Ahh I see you remember our conversation on the bench, Agent Scully." I gasp as she thrusts her hips against me, her hand guiding my erection into her. "Ahhhh....yessss." I hiss.

"Go on, Mulder." She implores.

I stroke back slowly and plunge in fast, she moans and I repeat the motion once more before stopping and remaining buried inside her.

"Well it wasn't that night...it was later after the whole fluke and sewer incident."

My hand slips between us on my outstroke, rolling her clit between my fingers, before sliding back in, I don't know how much longer I can hold out.

"Mulder..." She groans under my ministrations.

"We were on the bench Scully, I had told you about having a friend in the FBI I stood up walked over looking at the water and you came up behind me..."

Stroke out slide in, my mouth claims a nipple drawing it in if only just to hear your answering moan.

"You put your hand on my arm and when I turned to look at you...God, you were so beautiful in the moonlight...I leaned in and we kissed."

My lips cover yours our tongues tangling my hips beginning to pump in and out in a steady rhythm. You wrap your legs tighter around me, thrusting up with you hips as I thrust down. I'm panting heavily now our bodies are glistening with sweat as I manage to stop holding our climaxes at bay.

"You said come home with me Mulder...and I did...Scully we made love over and over and we both wanted it...we both confessed to each other in your apartment...in your bed. I slept in your arms that night for the first time without nightmares to awaken me."

I notice your hips have begun moving and I follow gratefully our lower bodies meeting and separating forcefully. I somehow get onto my knees and I seem to go even deeper inside of you as you increase the pace.

"Mulder...thank you...Oh God...Mulder..."

You scream out as the tide sweeps you out to see the strong and unrelenting spasms pull me along for the ride and we both collapse onto our sides. Our legs are still intertwined my cock still within your body, you gently nuzzle into my neck, whispering.

"I love you...Mulder...love you..."

I tighten my arms around you and follow you into slumber.

* * * * *

Gibson and I have been in the lab we needed to examine the chip that was removed from Agent Mulder at the other base. One of the Samantha hybrids makes the discovery. She motions for us to come closer.

Gibson is seeing through my eyes, but I don't understand, she points to a small marking. I bend closer hoping to give Gibson a better as well as myself a better view.

"Gibson, Jeremiah...I believe this chip was experimental. It's slightly different than the ones we've been examining previously. I have come to the conclusion that Agent Mulder *was* in fact sterile...Except when he came into contact with a female, Agent Scully in this case, and conception was not only probable, but it actually made him *more* fertile doubling the normal quantity of sperm in his semen."

I shake my head. None of this makes any sense.

"Yes it just might." Gibson reads my confusion easily.

"Do we know who made the chip?" I inquire.

"No, it could be the Stage Ones or even the *others*." Samantha replies.

"Maybe we've been reading the signs wrong, Jeremiah. Maybe the prophecy isn't about Mulder and Scully forming the energy or power. Maybe the light we see in the drawing is a *product* of the two of them...perhaps the Legend of Hope is another being a superhuman, genetically their child, but with the power to save life."

"But Gibson she had the baby taken from her she isn't pregnant anymore and we don't even know if the procedure we did will allow her to conceive. I mean we replaced her ova but, it's never been done before."

Samantha stepped forward.

"You're both mistaken."

"What?" We both utter.

"Dana, Agent Scully, didn't have all her ova removed. We did replace some of what was taken, but there was another chip in her right ovary and we removed it the day they were brought to us. That chip kept her remaining ova stationary and..."

"Go on." Gibson and I urge.

"Well we think it was working in tandem with the one in Agent Mulder in other words, they were drawn to mate and procreate...for what purpose we are unsure, but it could have been a way to match up genetically superior individuals."

With those words the alarms start sounding the base is being locked down tight as the emergency lighting kicks on. Kurt comes rushing into the lab.

"What is it, Kurt?" I ask.

"Gibson, Jeremiah. We've just received word the rebels and the grays are engaged in battle beyond Neptune reports are that over twenty ships from each side are fighting. Perhaps we should think about getting Mulder and Scully to the next base."

"Yes I think you're right. Make the announcement."

"But Gibson? What about the drawing on the cave wall?" I ask.

"Jeremiah, I think we'll find more drawings at the next base...I don't know why, but I think all of this is predestined...I'm not sure I believe in fate or coincidence anymore. We might have to travel into outer space soon though...I just have this feeling."

* * * * *

I have to go to the bathroom, but I hate to leave the warm embrace of Mulder's arms. I stand up a little too swiftly I guess for a wave of dizziness engulfs me I would have fallen if Mulder hadn't supported me.

"Scully? What's wrong? Are you OK?"

I'm not sure I can assure him as another wave of dizziness washes over me followed by nausea and cramping.

"Get me to the bathroom..." I manage to get out.

Mulder picks me up and we barely make the toilet before I'm retching violently, but it passes almost as quickly as it comes. I lean on him as I rinse my mouth out, I smile meekly as he helps me back to bed and pulls the covers up around me.

"I'm going to go and see if there is anything for your stomach...I'll be right back." He says as he leans down and kisses my forehead.

My hands are resting over my abdomen when I notice something strange. I get out of bed and slowly make my way over to the mirror. My hands splay out over my stomach caressing around my navel, turning sideways I'm suddenly terrified as I see my abdomen start to expand beneath my fingers...

<Mulder...help>

While I try to keep my emotions under control my brain takes over I smooth my fingers up and down my slightly rounded abdomen. If *I* didn't know it was physically impossible I would diagnose myself with either the need to go on a diet or that I am about three maybe four months pregnant...

Just then I hear the door open; I turn recognizing the face before blackness overcomes me...

* * * * *

Part Eight

I'm sitting here in this rental car waiting patiently for Dana to come home from work. I reach into my right pocket fingering the gun, I hope it's simple I just need to shut down my brain and feelings, huh, like I have any left, what a joke.

I see her car pulling up, I watch as she makes her way into her apartment her hair is blowing with the light breeze of the day. She is so beautiful, but I can't allow *that* to influence me nor can I allow our past to interfere with my mission.

She's inside now; I see a light click on, time to my job. I slip into her building, making my way up to her door and I knock. I hear her coming closer steeling my resolve and myself; there she's swinging the door open her face blank...almost like she doesn't recognize me.

"Hey, Dana." I venture.

She looks closely at me almost like she's shuffling through her mental pages before finding the right response, smiling she pulls me inside and envelopes me in a fierce hug.

"Bill? I'm so happy to see you. Why didn't you tell me you were going to be in town? I would have made dinner, how's the family?"

This is all wrong my mind whirls this is not my sister. This won't be hard at all. I reach into my left pocket feeling the smooth metal cylinder, such an elegant weapon.

"Bill?" She looks confused; her programming must not have been very precise. Must have been a rush job.

I advance grabbing her, shoving her body against the wall, slamming and pinning her face against the hard surface. I love this feeling of power it's pure adrenaline much better than a roller-coaster ride, what a rush it's also very arousing...and since she really isn't my sister.

I spin her around seeing blood trickling out of her nose, hmm...they've made some advances with this model must be a small reservoir of blood in her head somewhere. Her eyes are wide gauging me, yet as I look into their hollow depths I see a momentary glimpse of something swimming across the iris and I smile.

I move her toward the kitchen table one hand around her throat the other unbuckling my belt I bend her over pressing her into the surface of the table. I grab the handcuffs in her jacket pocket and use them to secure her wrists together. I remove my belt putting it around her neck and tightening it up, I notice her fingers are clutching the end of the table...good.

"You need to tell me where my *real* sister is." I hiss into her ear.

She barely shakes her head and I tug on the belt her body twitches beneath me I let up and she draws in deep shuddering breathes. My hands run up her thighs raising the skirt she is wearing. I leave it bunched around her waist before ripping her underwear off.

DAMN! My sister has a fine ass! I wonder if her tits are nice too? Might as well check so I stand her back up and tear open her blazer and blouse in one move. I grab her lace covered tits squeezing the mounds together, pushing them up creating more cleavage then simply shove the cups out of my way.

One hand goes back to her neck and I pin her to the table once again. I take the soft nipple into my mouth sucking it making it hard I repeat the process to its twin sister as I'm grinding my cock into her.

I can't wait any longer I open up my fly, freeing my cock I can see pre-cum glistening on the tip. Lifting her up I position her face down on the table yet again as I kick her legs apart my cock is poised at her opening, the head just touching as I grab her hips and ram myself inside. Her head whips back each time I thrust into her cunt.

<FUCK! Is she tight, I guess technically she's a virgin. HA! Well I just popped this clone's cherry...wide open>

I'm pounding into her so hard the table is slowing moving across the room and I just follow it along it finally stops when we meet up with the cupboards. She is so tight and hot I only thrust a few more times before unloading my cock, my jism spurting inside her raw pussy.

I release her long enough to fasten my pants and retrieve my belt from around her neck she collapses onto the floor I can see blood mixing with my semen on her thighs. Yes this model was really advanced; just then I hear a voice and a key turning in the lock.

The door opens slowly.

"Scully?" He gasps running to kneel beside her. He lifts her onto his legs cradling her upper body against him. "Scully...who did this to you? Scully?"

"I did." I reply as I step out from behind the door.

He doesn't recognize me immediately and I know this isn't the real Fox Mulder either, because if it were he would have been off the floor trying to kick my ass. I move closer the small silver weapon poised and ready to strike, I grab his head bending him forward.

"Now...are you going to tell me *where* the Fuck is the REAL Fox Mulder and Dana Scully? Cause I'll tell you..." And I point to my false sister. "She was a great FUCK but her communication skills are sorely lacking and I had to show her one way to carry on a conversation."

I bend closer my lips at his ear.

"And you know what? I think she liked it."

The non-Mulder turned his head glaring at me before speaking.

"I'm NOT telling you anything...GO TO HELL!"

I smile, just the way I wanted it. My thumb activates the mechanism.

...Pfffft...

The sound of the metal pick ejecting from its case echoes loudly in the room, grabbing a handful of hair I stab the point up into first 'Mulder's head' and then 'Dana's' their hands are intertwined. I step back, watching. While the bodies dissolve into a powder like residue, I grab the broom and dustpan quickly cleaning up all traces.

Making my way back out to the car I pick up the phone.

"Navy Red here." I pause.

"Targets have been eliminated, however, targets were not human."

I listen.

"Yes sir, I will meet you at the project point at 0-800 hours, sir."

* * * * *

Alex Krycek reclines against a headboard, Marita resting beside him, both of them watching the scene unfold on the monitor in front of them.

Alex lazily brushing Marita's nipple, she is stroking his cock before sliding down and taking him into her mouth.

"I knew he would complete his task to our satisfaction."

Marita crawls up my body before positioning my cock and sliding the hard flesh into her pussy. It's only moments until we both shudder and resume our previous position. Marita points to the screen.

"Look at him...he is so violent...to bad he isn't one of us. He'd make a great addition."

"You're right, of course we will remedy that when the time is right. In fact I think he's better than some of the Bounty Hunters we have around here, I still can't believe that he'd fuck his own sister. Of course it wasn't really her."

Someone knocks and I call out.

"Enter."

A young woman is shoved into the room; she stumbles, falling to her knees. Her head hangs forward long wavy brown hair obscuring my view of her face. She is clothed simply; a long white gauze dress covers her.

"Stand up." I tell her.

I nudge Marita indicating for her to leave the room. After the door clicks shut I speak again to the trembling woman before me.

"LOOK at me! I want to see your face."

She raises her head slowly.

"Pull you hair back." I command.

She raises her arms sweeping the thick strands away from her face when she releases them it's like a curtain falling, heavy and final. She *is* beautiful I can see *him* in her, she is tall and slender, her hair is the same shade of brown.

Yet it isn't the body style or her slight facial resemblance, it's her eyes...deep and haunted hazel orbs with flecks of gold scattered throughout the color. There is no question she has her brother's eyes, eyes that reflect ones soul within there depths.

"Come closer." I beckon.

She steps toward me dropping the gauze dress as she closes the distance, my arms encircle her body as I press my cheek against her rounded abdomen. I feel a strong surge against my flesh, I pull back she is stroking my hair and I press my face down again. This is a wondrous sensation, one the aliens haven't needed for centuries.

I pull back slightly allowing my hands to open and follow the contours of her swollen abdomen with great interest. Several more blows pummel my hands before I slide up and cup her full breasts. Her head drops back on a moan as I close my lips around one puckered nipple.

"Samantha..." I whisper against her skin.

I stand and we kiss long and deep, my renewed erection pressed between us. She kneels on the bed and I ease my cock inside her, slowly being careful not to endanger the unborn inside of her. Her moaning causes me to quicken my pace, my fingers reach around searching and finding her swollen clit I roll it between my thumb and forefinger until she cries out. She drops her head to the mattress as I stroke one more time and follow her into oblivion.

We roll onto our sides I slide down until my cheek is again resting on her rounded flesh her hands return to stroking my hair, I softly kiss her navel dipping my tongue in causing her to laugh lightly.

"I've missed you," She softly says.

I've missed her too.

I feel it like a cold wave starting at my feet and ending at my brain, the entity, the purity has let the real Alex out for much too long. It clouds my eyes and then my mind until I am no longer just human, but something more yet less than alien.

I, we, move lower tasting her secretions mixed with our own, taking the still inflamed nub into my mouth I suck forcefully causing her to climax again a finger moves inside her pressing up finding the raised area inside. Taking her clit between my teeth I move my jaw over it and she screams out my, our name over and over.

"Alex...Alex..." She chants.

Removing my finger, I open my mouth and position myself over her contracting hole I can feel the purity start to flow out of my mouth and into her vaginal canal. Rising to my knees I, we, watch as the coldness seeps into her overtaking her. Samantha's eyes are frightened. Her whole body convulses, I see some blood appear on the sheets, and her contractions can be seen as her belly ripples.

"Alex?" She manages to gasp. "What have you done?"

"It's time." I say as two Bounty Hunters appear and place her on a stretcher before wheeling her out of the room.

I turn back to the monitor replaying the scene over and over. The violence, the rape of the Dana Scully look-a-like and I, we are pleased, Bill Scully is an asset one we will continue to use.

Marita returns, she stands in front of me blocking my view I grab her hair and force her to her knees; she knows what to do...

* * * * *

I'm running right on schedule never let it be said that Bill Scully can't stick to a timetable. At 0-700 hours I pull up in front of the Watergate Complex, I'm hiding behind the entrance door when I see her.

I grab her clamping my hand over her mouth as I pin her to the brick wall pressing her body beneath mine before closing my mouth over hers.

My hands cup her ass, raising her up, her legs lock around my hips as I grind my cock into her.

Pulling away she is grinning at me wickedly her hands are now around my neck as she yanks me forward shoving her tongue back into my mouth. We are both panting now, I drop my head, nose buried in her neck when I catch a scent on her.

I unceremoniously drop her legs stepping away.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Well either you've changed your perfume, Mata Hari, or you didn't wash the smoke smell off you body good enough...oh well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

I cup her chin in my hand.

"Once a whore always a whore. I wonder is *that* talent on your resume? Is there anyone in DC you *haven't* slept with?"

She looks at me anger flashing in her eyes.

"I mean that's why you were brought back isn't it? To slide your way back into Fox Mulder's bed? Apparently your efforts were futile. Losing your touch?"

She pulls back to slap me, but I easily catch her hand, she looks up at me defiantly before pulling from my grasp. She's heading towards my car turning her head she calls out over her shoulder.

"Let's go, William. We have a meeting to get to."

"Anything you say...Diana." I mutter as I close the car door and slip in beside her.

I reach down unzipping my fly and extricating my cock before grabbing her head and forcing her face down and into my lap.

"Do something about this, my dear. I don't want you to get out of practice...Oh, yeah that's the way...suck my cock."

I grab her hair forcing her to look at my face.

"And don't forget to clean me up *real* good. Swallow it all Diana."

* * * * *

Part Nine

I watched both Bill Scully and Diana Fowley carefully throughout the meeting for any hesitancy on either of their parts. If I had seen any at all we would follow another course of action it would be just as easy to remove these two from the equation and use our own kind or the shapeshifting hunters.

I think Diana was very surprised to see me.

"Cassandra...but...weren't you killed? Burned at the base?" She sputtered out.

I just smiled, before informing them of their roles.

"I don't have much experience with infants. It will be difficult to convince Fox that the child is his." She prattles on.

"Just read over the plans, memorize them...he will believe. It was good the elders kept his sister alive, after all she just gave birth to her brothers child."

Bill Scully has been quiet, submissive almost, yet I can see the intensity, the violent tendency of his character behind those blue eyes, I dismiss him before continuing my conversation with Diana.

"Bill Scully *must* not know the child is biologically his sisters. I agree with the elders that Krycek is mistaken on where Bill Scully's real priorities lie. If he finds out...you my dear, will be held accountable and we wouldn't want that now would we?"

She looks shaken, but nods her head in the affirmative. I put my arm around her as I usher her out, opening the door I pause speaking to her yet again.

"By the way *dear* how IS my ex-husband doing? I've been wondering how he keeps a young and obviously highly *motivated* woman like yourself satisfied, *I* could never seem to get the cigarette stench off of me after his idea of sex."

Diana Fowley looked at me like I was off my rocker.

"I don't know WHAT you talking about!" She retorts.

"Come on...it doesn't take a genius to know you've been banging half of the now mostly disbanded syndicate, including Jeffrey's father."

She stares at me defiantly.

"I think your original assignment was to keep Fox Mulder's interest away from the X Files by seducing him. Well now you're going to get another chance, but you won't have his little red haired partner to interfere, so it should be easy for a woman of your *talent*. That is IF you can get him to forget her."

"I don't think it will be a problem, after all she's just his partner. I was once someone very special to him, Cassandra."

I brush my nails through her hair, twirling the ends between my thumb and forefinger as she looks into my face.

"Yes you were once *very* important to him, until you left him, you and that English woman...what was her name? Oh yes Phoebe Green, between the two of you it was a wonder he'd ever trust another woman again."

I smile, grab her chin in my hand before continuing.

"Yes, you do your BEST to keep Agent Mulder happy, it's surely in your best interests to do so...I wonder how he'd feel if he knew *YOU* were the one that gave the order for the extraction of her ova. And the fact that you had them increase the removal process and *that* is the real reason she was almost dead when she was returned."

She tries pulling away, but I tighten my hold, she just might have a couple of bruises on her chin...oh well.

"Jealous, Bitch aren't you? It's a good thing someone disobeyed your order and implanted the chip in her one ovary before beginning the process, after all we're not totally inhumane."

I let go of her like I've been burned.

"One more thing *Diana* don't even think of hurting the baby. I like both Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, you treat that child with tenderness as if your life depends on it...which it does."

She slams the door on the way out, I can hear soft footsteps approach from behind me before feeling gentle hands descend on my shoulders.

"How'd it go?"

I lean back slightly and pat the hand on my left shoulder.

"It went as planned, like always...are they still at the second base?"

"Yes...the battle is still being fought beyond Neptune we haven't been able to surmise which side is winning. If it's the wrong side..."

His voice trails off.

"If it's the wrong side we'll worry about that when the time comes...I'm so glad you decided to join me. You don't know how happy and proud it makes me feel...when will Agent Mulder be removed?"

"Tonight."

"Are we doing the right thing? I can't seem to figure out which side I'm on anymore...have you found that *man* that used to be my husband?"

"No."

"Well I know him and when it suits his purpose he'll crawl out from whatever rock he's been hiding under and then WE'LL have him."

I turn around and gently kiss the offered cheek. My nose lingers for a moment breathing in the scent assaulting my nostrils.

"Is that a new cologne, young man?" I ask.

He nods and I continue.

"Well I like it. It suits you why don't you go and get some rest, you've earned it...don't worry about me, ever since my *procedure* I don't require as much sleep. Go on...go to bed."

He smiles, with a kiss to my cheek and a hug he turns and then leaves.

I sit down and pick up the phone.

* * * * *

I'm startled awake, was that an explosion...

There's another explosion that rocks the bed I'm lying in. How did I get here the last thing I remember was looking in the mirror? My hands fly to my stomach expecting...what? I encounter nothing just the smooth feel of my skin.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Strange dream, but I thought I saw...no that's impossible. I move my hand removing the cold and still damp washcloth from my forehead...someone *must* have been in here.

Jeremiah bursts into the room, panting.

"HURRY! Get dressed! We've got to get out of here."

He turns giving me some privacy; I throw on a jogging suit, remembering panties, but not bothering with a bra. I'm just tying my shoes when I hear more explosions and gunshots.

"You can turn around. What's going on? Where's Mulder?"

"I don't have time to explain right now." He says grabbing my wrist and dragging me off the bed.

"We've got to get out of here, NOW!"

He repeats before throwing the door open and shoving me in front of him, my eyes caught sight of something on the floor beside the bed.

Jeremiah is protecting me as we run, I can feel it, we find ourselves in front of the wall...

Gibson is already waiting, standing in front of the drawings, there is one that shows the exact spot, the scene, almost like it's being written or drawn as we live it.

"Where's Mulder?" I ask again.

Gibson looks at me...oh my god...he's blind.

"You have to trust me again, Dana. This wall is our only way out and you seem to be the only one who can access it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You walked into this wall, into the past and changed it somehow, yet whatever you did, doesn't seem to be effecting future events, the present we now are in...at least not that we've noticed."

I must be losing it or is everybody else.

"Gibson, you're crazy...how could I?"

"We don't have time for your skepticism and science right now...we both saw you walk into the wall, into the room where they were testing you and KILLING your unborn child..."

I feel a chill running up and down my spine, tears prickling at my eyes and then it's almost as if I'm not myself. I'm watching from some hidden place inside me as I touch the wall and it shimmers, turning to Gibson and Jeremiah I speak.

"We must go now, the portal is open, give me your hands."

I sound dead, robot-like; I feel my hands clutching theirs as we step into the wall. We turn around and watch as humans, maybe, clones, probably, aliens, bounty hunters whatever race past us oblivious until they disappear down the cave tunnel.

Time passes, though how much I'm unsure of until we again step through the wall and I am whole again, yet how could I just leave Mulder out there? We begin to search for survivors and there are more than I would have thought, Kurt comes to me later.

"We've searched all over...Mulder is missing."

I'm sitting on the bed, the bed where Mulder and I had made love rediscovering our first time, looking at the floor between my feet. Kurt is a clone one of the first, one that is battle hardened so I've been told.

I can feel him coming closer and with a tenderness that he shouldn't be capable of, he kneels before me taking my hands in his.

"I know this is hard for you...but we don't have much time we are going to have to leave hear and get *you* someplace safe. I know you don't want to go..."

I interrupt him by standing.

"No, let's go."

He nods letting my hands drop and holding the door open for me.

I turn at the doorway, pausing for a moment. There's nothing here for me anyway, not anymore. I tug on Kurt's sleeve forcing him to look down at me, questioningly.

"I won't give up. No matter what it takes. I will find him."

"Yes, I believe you will." He replies with a conviction I wish I could bottle and keep on a shelf to use whenever I needed a dose.

And as we are walking down the corridor I know I'll need all my strength, hope, faith and especially Mulder's voice, the one I'll keep replaying over and over inside my head until the day I find him.

Love, my life had true and honest meaning one minute and although I wasn't sure where we were going I knew we would be together. Now as I sit in another van heading off to another secret base somewhere, I'm alone with nothing.

Reaching into the pocket of my jacket that I had taken the time to change into I finger the object I had spotted beside the bed. Why I brought it with me I don't know, but it meant I hadn't been seeing things I HAD seen him, he must have put me into bed and put the washcloth on my head.

But why, why didn't he just kill me?

Suddenly I don't want it anymore; I roll down the window and toss the offensive article out. Lord help him if he has ANYTHING to do with Mulder's disappearance I will kill him and that's a promise. I watch as the half-smoked Morley hits the pavement and rolls out of site...

* * * * *

Fuck.

Does my head hurt.

I smile when I feel the feminine arm drop over my waist, opening my eyes I turn on my back ready to kiss...

"DIANA! What the FUCK is going on?" I scream.

The erection I'd been starting on seems to crawl right back up inside me cowering and shaking...tiny even. She has the fucking nerve to look surprised and sad at the same time.

I've long since shoved myself away from her and am sitting against the headboard as far away from her as I can get. Where is Scully? To say I'm confused is an understatement. I grab her upper arms shaking her, my fury building.

"Where is Scully? What have you done? TELL ME! DAMMIT!"

"Fox," she whimpers.

Just then I hear another sound, coming from the corner of the room; my eyes travel to the source. A wooden cradle sits there, swaying back and forth slightly, straining my eyes I can see a tiny pink hand moving around as another cry hits my ears.

Shrugging out of my grip, Diana gets up and throws over her shoulder.

"Now look what you've done. You woke up the baby."

Baby? What baby?

Diana scopes up the infant and comes to stand beside the bed.

"Well," she coos, "I guess since daddy woke you *he's* just going to have to hold you while I go fix your bottle."

I'm sure my mouth is hanging open, I heard everything Diana just said, but...then suddenly she shoves the baby into my arms. I want to protest I start to open my mouth.

"Now, Katherine you be good for daddy, don't give him too hard of a time and I'll be right back."

I still haven't said anything as Diana leaves the room. Katherine, is still crying, I change positions holding her in the crook of my arms and look into her face, her little hands reach up aiming for my nose, I think, and she quiets.

She almost appears to be trying to out stare me, her eyes seeming to penetrate right into my soul. Only one other person has ever done that to me...Scully...oh god Scully...where are you?

Katherine seems fascinated by the tears streaming down my face her fingers rubbing them into my cheeks before playing with my lips, gently, not jerkily like most babies. Something really strange is going on here; I look to the doorway seeing Diana's shadow.

I wonder how long she's been standing there?

* * * * *

Part Ten

The road seems endless. I watch as we pass cars, trucks and motorcycles, I haven't a clue as to where we are going I think it's better that way, I don't want to know why I'm on this journey across the country. How did I the daughter of a simple Navy Officer wind up as part of the equation in a rebel resistance force?

How is it that I've come to be looked up to with awe, with reverence, even with fear? I'm not superhuman; I'm just a woman, one who thought she could make a difference somehow. I started out on the path as a healer, a doctor, yet I felt unfulfilled I wanted to *be* something more, I wanted to be *someone* special. I wanted to forge my own path make my own mark on the world.

Is that selfish?

I remember my father telling us all, Bill, Melissa, Charlie and myself to be our own person, to not let others dictate who or what we were to become. I think he knew Bill would follow in his footsteps, I'm not sure what he thought about Charlie. Melissa, well, I think Dad always thought she would be a teacher that is until she started waving crystals around the house and talking about past lives.

Then there is me, Dana Katherine Scully, his Starbuck, I always knew I held a special place in Dad's heart, my siblings knew it too. Did they ever resent me? I think I know Melissa never did, I'm not so sure about Bill or Charlie. Melissa...she gave her life for me, twice in a sense, no one should have to mourn for a loved one more than once.

The things Melissa told me about Krycek...about Emily...

Mulder, we had a daughter.

I feel guilty; I kept her from you. I remember needing you, wanting you with me...I called you, but I hung up before you could answer. I wasn't really happy in San Diego that Christmas; I was with my family trying to be normal in a way. I lied to myself, Mulder; the truth was I felt incomplete without you there with me.

I should have checked Emily's paternity, that is what the rational side of me says even now after all this time, yet I was so caught up in just the knowledge that she was *my* daughter and not Melissa's that I didn't pursue the *truth* as I should have. I had a daughter, a choice that was taken from me, but she existed.

I was selfish, Mulder, I called you up as a witness, I used you and your loyalty towards me in trying to claim Emily as my flesh and blood legally. And you came, your always there for me Mulder, I can remember the face you made for her, for Emily, for our *daughter* and I'm angry.

How could they do this to you...to me...to us, Mulder?

I wonder how many more Emily's there are out there and I weep.

Closing my eyes I try to control the tears, trying to regain my anger at the injustices done to both of us. Anger wins out over sadness, I'm tired of being used, I'm tired of having my life moved around the board like the pawn on a chessboard, I need to find *you* Mulder.

I feel the tides of sleep washing over me I want to resist, I want to have some sort of control over my own body, yet even it betrays me. Will I be able to reach you in sleep, Mulder? Is the connection we seem to have going to help me find you?

I await you, my love, my Mulder.

* * * * *

I see Melissa peering around the corner, listening to my parent's argument, where am I? Is this a dream or a memory? I don't remember my mother and father having many disagreements especially not like this one. I want to go to my mother and comfort her she is crying.

"Maggie, listen to me I know it's hard, but I believe in our country I know we did the right thing."

My mother looks up into his face.

"Tell me his name."

"What?" My father questions.

"I want to know the name of my son. Of *our* son, he does have a name doesn't he?"

"Maggie...don't."

My mothers eyes flash she picks up a vase from the table and sends it flying into the wall, shards of glass rain down upon the carpet.

"I *need* to know his name. I went with you without question even though I felt any child was a gift from God, I went to, to *that* place and I let them...you let them. You told me they were just checking for abnormalities and instead they were taking my eggs!"

"Maggie..."

"What about Bill and Melissa? Are they normal and what about this child? What about the baby I'm carrying right now? What are they looking for? Tell me!"

My father looks stunned; tears appear in his eyes I don't think I ever saw him cry as he warily approaches my mother his large hand reaching out to caress her stomach.

"You, you're pregnant...now...again."

"Yes, I think it's a girl." She replies her voice softening.

"Oh Lord. You'll have to go stay with your sister until after the baby is born. I can't explain, I know you are angry with me...you *have* to believe me, Maggie. I love you and the only way to protect this child is for you to go to your sister's, tonight."

My mother glances at his hand still stroking her tenderly, her hand comes up to touch his cheek before she walks into his arms. He's whispering into her hair, so like Mulder does with me, before kissing her gently.

"I trust you." She states simply.

Melissa turns sharply when a hand comes down on her shoulder. Spinning wildly she turns and looks straight into our brother Bill's face, he is angry and I see in her eyes, she is terrified. Bill clamps his hand down over her mouth, he whispers into her ear, but I can't tell what he says, before dragging her out of the room.

I follow them I stand at the doorway leading into Bills bedroom, I see him smacking Melissa across the face she falls onto his bed. There is a small trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth, Bill turns away, raising the volume on a nearby radio and as he walks to the door a ghost of a smile steals across his features, before he shuts and locks the door. I swear I hear fabric tearing, Melissa pleading something about stopping...I have to get in there.

I pound on the door and it opens, slowly, changing as it does, this is no longer Bill's room I step in and see my mother lying on a bed, obviously very pregnant. Her hands lightly stroke her swollen abdomen up and down over and over.

I reach down to my own abdomen, trying to imagine what she is experiencing at this very moment and then it happens, again, I can feel my skin stretching, swelling under my palms. Oh God...it hurts!

"Stop!" I scream lurching forward.

The van stops suddenly, throwing open the door I manage to walk a few feet before collapsing to my knees and retching violently. I stagger back toward the van, my vision is blurry I see three Kurt's, I think, he, they, whatever, support me and then nothing...

* * * * *

I gaze out the window at the four-foot tall cornstalks my attention is shifted when I hear Diana enter the room carrying the baby; she walks over and puts her in a nearby playpen. I don't think Katherine likes it much, she whimpers and looks to me arms outstretched, I can't help the grin spreading across my face.

Two steps and she's in my arms, the top of her little head resting right in the crook of my neck...just like, Scully, damn I can't cry now I've got to figure out what's going on. I'm not very experienced with babies, but Katherine makes me feel like I've been doing this forever.

"You're going to spoil her, Fox."

"Diana what's all this? Where are we?"

"We are in Alaska. This is our home, Fox, after you and Agent Scully found out the date the aliens were coming to colonize you made a deal with Conrad Strughold, for our safety."

Now I know she's lying, but I let her continue to dig her own hole.

"What about Scully? Where is she?"

"Fox, Agent Scully is dead, she was killed trying to rescue Samantha...they both were."

<No! Diana's lying, this can't *be* true, Scully? Samantha?>

"I don't believe you, Diana. What year is this? And *if* any of this is true *why* can't I remember?"

"It's 2002. We are running one of the few self-sufficient Solar Greenhome's in existence, we grow our own fruits and vegetables, and we receive meat and other supplies about once a month. We consider ourselves survivors."

Katherine is sleeping so I walk into the bedroom and lay her down, I carefully inspect the back of her neck finding it unblemished, she's not like Emily, and at least there isn't a nodule I can see. I wish Scully were here this is her area of expertise.

I go back into the main room and seeing Diana has went through the patio doors out onto the deck I follow, looking up I see what appears to be very thick plastic of some sort. It reminds me of the bee domes Scully and I found in Texas, same shape only much larger.

"This corn is different, Fox. It has been altered to carry the 'purity' that has been exposed to the vaccine...Agent Scully discovered that the vaccine doesn't cure the 'purity' it only sends it into a sort of hibernation, once it's already in the human body."

"Go on."

"I remember you told me she got the idea from some case in the Arctic Cape something about iceworms, she obtained a sample of the 'purity' mixed it with the vaccine and saw a total molecular change occur. She took your blood and her own and compared the specimens, there were still some clusters of 'purity' in both your blood and her own, she added the vaccinated 'purity' and it was a complete success."

"So I'm cured." I say sarcastically.

"Well after a year or so we found it was a limited immunity at best that's why we have to keep eating the hybridized corn."

I shake my head at her, amazing the lengths *they* will go to keep Scully and I apart. I grab her upper arms, roughly.

"So, Diana. Why can't I remember you?"

"You tried to leave the complex when I went into labor with Katherine, you were upset, you said you wanted to go running outside in the cold. The perimeter sensors shocked you and your memory has been coming and going ever since, but this is the worst attack ever."

I push her away. How can she expect me to believe this bunch of bullshit, I'm not stupid, I would never marry Diana...never. If Scully really died I would have killed myself first. I must have said that last part out loud, because Diana grabs my hand.

"You did try to commit suicide, Fox. Until you read Agent Scully's will and her request."

"Which was?"

"She had found one of the labs where they were storing her ova. She asked that if something happened to her that you would go on, Agent Scully wanted a child so badly that she asked for you to be the father to find a surrogate mother so she could live on in some way."

Tears are streaming down my face that would be so like Scully, I know it isn't true, yet...

"Fox, we came to an agreement, an understanding of sorts, I know you loved her...maybe even more than you ever loved me. But I agreed to carry Agent Scullys child on the condition that we tried the natural way to have a child also."

"What are you saying Diana?"

"I'm saying that Katherine is your daughter no matter what, but biologically I don't know if she is mine or Agent Scully's we both agreed never to find out, I carried her inside me for nine months she is as much my child as yours or hers."

"But her name, Diana, why would you?"

"Why would I let you name her? It's easy I love you. Her full name is Katherine Ann Mulder, after the other two women in your life that you loved, both of their middle names, that's the way it should be."

My tears are still flowing, she tries to wrap me up in her arms, but I shove her away again. I can't have her touch me...ever again. My anger has taken full root I turn to her before going back into the house.

"You're lying Diana. I'm going to get my daughter and the two of us are leaving...I'll kill you if you try and stop me."

* * * * *

I find myself with the baby strapped to me in one of those carrier things, she's still sleeping the little sweetheart, I've donned a big parka and I have a backpack filled with all the baby things I thought I might need. Little did I know...

Diana tried to stop me. She screamed at me not to take the baby. Pleading with me saying she'd be killed. Told me not to be foolish we really were in Alaska that the storms move in so fast. I didn't listen I popped her one in the face and she crumpled to the ground, she'd have a headache, but she'd live.

I bend down and check her pockets finding a map. I think the people she works for can kill her much more slowly and painfully than I can. I'm only a little surprised when I find a Sno-Cat hidden nearby I start it up and see there is a full tank of gas, there is a car seat so I place Katherine in it, I double check the map and head out.

Looking back I think I should have listened to Diana, I should have been suspicious of the map it was just to convenient. As always though in my haste I didn't think things through carefully. The gas gauge is almost on empty the storm that has been brewing picking up force. I can no longer see what's in front of me the engine sputters to a stop and so does our movement.

I rub my temples until I hear a small sound; Katherine is awake so for the time being I feed her. She seems very content, I'm glad she's too young to know the danger we are in, how could I have been so stupid it's one thing to risk my life and another to risk hers.

* * * * *

Time is passing and it's growing colder, Katherine dropped off to sleep after eating and my clumsy attempt at changing her. I'm so tired...

I think I nodded off I reach out checking on the baby...my God she's so cold...No, no, no I pick her up enfolding her in my arms touching her baby cheeks, her little hands trying to blow hot air over her cold skin. She yawns...thank you.

I don't think anyone is going to find us. Exhaustion is stalking me I finally take Katherine and crawl back into the cab's bed area I find another parka and six thermal blankets and use them to cover us both up before I curl my body around her tiny form my hands holding her to me.

The darkness is coming to claim me...

Daddy's so tired...

Scully? I love you.

Katherine is cold, I'm sorry my little one...

Hush little baby, don't be afraid...

Part Eleven:

Four Weeks Earlier:

My secretary pops her head in the door.

"There's a Margaret Scully on line one for you, sir."

I nod in acknowledgement. Margaret Scully, why would she be calling me?

"Mrs. Scully? Walter Skinner here."

"Mr. Skinner has Dana been sent out of town on a case? I know you probably can't give out many details, but I've been trying to reach her and she usually lets me know when she's going out of town."

"No, I'm sorry Mrs. Scully...I believe Agent Scully was here on Friday, but I haven't sent either Agent Mulder nor her on a case."

"Well that makes me even more worried, I'm going to her apartment right now...thank you Mr. Skinner."

"Wait, Mrs. Scully...I'll meet you there just in case."

"I would appreciate that Mr. Skinner."

* * * * *

I notice Scully's car is parked in front of her apartment building, I wait until I see Margaret Scully pulling up before getting out of my car and walking over to her.

"Well, that's Dana's car. Maybe she's just been out for the weekend, I'm sorry for making you come all the way over here, Mr. Skinner."

"No problem Mrs. Scully and please call me Walter no need to be so formal. I'll just walk you to her door say hello and be on my way."

Offering my arm, Margaret Scully accepts and we proceed into the building. Arriving at Scully's door Margaret knocks, receiving no answer she searches her keys and unlocks the door.

I block her entrance motioning for her to stay back, being in the FBI for this many years teaches you to be wary. Drawing my gun I open the door further and step inside, checking each room carefully I go back into the hall pulling out my cell-phone as I do.

I can see the questions and barely contained tears brimming in Mrs. Scully's eyes as she listens to my conversation.

"This is Walter Skinner...yes, we're going to need a team sent out to Agent Scully's apartment...send a second team to Agent Mulder's apartment also...I want this done quickly and no mistakes."

Finishing up my call I turn to Margaret Scully.

"Mrs. Scully...I won't lie to you there appears to have been a struggle in your daughter's apartment. I've got a team on the way over to examine the scene...I'm sorry."

She is shaking, but as gently touch her arms she goes rigid, brushing away the tears on her cheeks violently. Now I see where Agent Scully gets her strength she takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

"I'm going to go home, you will let me know if you find out anything, won't you?"

"Yes, would you like to wait I could have someone drive you back? I mean do you feel able to drive?"

"I'll be fine, Mr. Skinner...Walter, thank you, but I have a couple of errands to run anyway...good-bye."

Something in her eyes, in her voice caused a chill to run down my spine and if I wasn't mistaken Margaret Scully was suddenly a woman on a mission. For a moment I thought of following her, but then I noticed the first members of the team rounding the corner, time to work.

* * * * *

A few hours later I pull up to the house. Getting out of my car I proceed up the walk and ring the doorbell, tapping my foot impatiently until I hear the lock being turned. Her eyes widen when she sees me and I push my way inside her home.

"What can I do for you, Margaret?" She stammers.

I walk into her sitting room over to the mantle lightly tracing the picture frames sitting there. I could hear her moving to sit behind me, I spot a newer picture of Fox and trace his face before turning and facing her, our eyes connect momentarily.

"What have we done, Teena? My husband was a good man, I have to believe that or I will crumble. I remember the day I met you...at the clinic, Fox was around two, I was six maybe seven months along with Dana."

"I remember." She says it so low I almost don't hear her.

I think we are both transported back to December 1963, I had been staying at my sister's per Bill's request until after the baby was born. I think in his own mind he thought that would protect us, I guess he didn't realize we'd be followed anyway.

I remember looking at Fox for some reason my eyes focused on him as I entered the waiting room, he was kneeling on the floor reading a book. He looked up when he saw me enter and smiled this breath taking little boy smile and I couldn't help, but smile right back.

I gave the receptionist my name and sat across the room from him, I picked up a magazine and began to glance through it. I was startled momentarily when I felt two small hands and a head resting on my stomach, looking down I saw Fox with his ear pressed against me.

He was stroking my stomach in little circles and whispering so softly that I had to strain to hear what he was saying.

"Shhh...I *hear* you baby...I'm Fox Mulder...but I don't like my first name...I don't like being called Fox..."

He pulled back and smiled at me again.

"Your baby...she talks a lot..."

"Oh I'm *so* sorry," a woman comes down the hall and takes Fox by the hand. "He usually doesn't bother anyone."

"Fox William Mulder, how many times do I have to tell you?" She's dragging him across the room. "You have to be quiet and sit still, don't bother people. Mother isn't done with work yet."

It's just then I take in her, his mother, she must be a nurse here. I feel like I should say something in his defense after all he's just a little boy, although with a very active imagination.

"Please, it wasn't his fault I asked him what his name was," I pat my stomach pointedly. "And as you can see I love children, in fact I have two others at home."

Letting go of his arm she approached me.

"What did he say?"

I'm confused by her question.

"What?"

"My son, Fox...what was he saying to you when I came out."

"Oh that, well he was just saying my baby talks a lot. Specifically that *she* talks a lot, he has healthy imagination, I like that in a child...do you have any other children, Mrs. Mulder, is it?"

"No, I don't, are you sure he wasn't bothering you?" She smiles a rather forced smile if I ever saw one before continuing. "All right then if you'll excuse me."

She walked away and I motioned for Fox to come sit by me I soon discovered he was a very bright child, he must have been at about a second grade level and he wasn't even three yet. We chatted until I had to get up and use the restrooms.

Passing by an open doorway I could just make out snippets of a conversation and the smell of smoke assaulted my nostrils.

"You were right to notify me..."

"It was so strange, Fox was talking to this woman's unborn child..."

"We'll still need to keep an eye out for the others. We don't know exactly who is going to be the one..."

"I don't want any more children."

"Don't be stubborn about this, Fox has the code in his genes, yes, but we don't know if *he* is the one. Then again it could be someone else's child so far we have one hundred families that are possibilities."

"Get OUT!" She yells.

Then the door is open and I am still there looking at the two of them. I can feel the color draining from my face as I begin walking away only to sink to the floor. Dimly I can hear a child's voice, feel the baby-soft skin touching my forehead gently, soothingly.

"Don't be afraid, little baby...you'll be ok..."

I shake myself out of my little trip down memory lane.

"How much do you know?" I demand

"Not as much as you think, Margaret. I only know that there were certain markers that they were searching for, you and I were among the group with the genetic code they were looking out for...and ultimately our children."

"What about now? Both Fox and Dana are missing."

"I, I didn't know. I am not the monster you think I am, Margaret, *I* had a child taken from me too and I live with the guilt every single day of my life."

I look at her with disgust.

"You won't get any sympathy from me. Fox and Dana, NEVER should have met...it's because of him..."

I'm shocked when she stands, fists clenched when she speaks anger clouds her voice.

"Don't *YOU* dare come into *my* house and accuse my son. If your daughter had stayed where she was supposed to, this never would have happened. I didn't even realize who she was at first, until I realized they were trying to pair up the individuals with the code."

"What are you saying? That *they* planned for Fox and Dana to, to eventually become what...lovers?"

"Yes. I think so..."

Just then someone knocked at the door.

"Excuse me."

I turn back to the mantle tracing Fox's face. I hear an odd sound and then a thump like a body falling, turning around I stand face to face with my son and he's got a gun pointed at me.

"Bill! What on earth?"

"You couldn't just let things alone, could you mom? Why'd you have to go dredging up the past? Dad and the others they were doing what is best for the world."

He steps closer to me.

"Bill?"

"I'm sorry mom, I love you, but Tara and Matthew are the most important people in my life right now...and this is the only way to protect them." He leans close, whispering into my ear. "Just so you know, as soon as I find Dana...she's dead too."

I can feel the gun barrel pressing into my stomach, a muffled shot and then fire burning it's way through my body. I won't cry, I won't give my son, my killer the satisfaction. I slump to the floor holding my hand over the bleeding wound and as sight leaves me the last thing I see is Fox Mulder's face from the picture clutched in my hand.

* * * * *

I lean in bathing her face with a cool washcloth, she's still feverish and I'm no doctor. Actually I'm not much of anything, anymore, the mere shell of a man who once thought he was powerful, indispensable and proud. I don't know if she'll even trust me. I know I wouldn't.

She stirs finally, eyelids fluttering open. I can tell the moment those piercing blue eyes acknowledge me and then it's like a wall of ice slides over her gaze becoming sharp like daggers. If she had a gun right now the man she knows as CGB Spender would be dead.

"You..." She struggles to sit up.

I gently push her back down.

"Please rest, Agent Scully...I'm not going to hurt you. If I had wanted to I would have before now. I have things I need to tell you and Agent Mulder, but I need you to find him."

"If I knew where he was...he would *be* here."

"You don't understand...he's been gone almost four weeks. I've spoken to Gibson and he tells me that you and Mulder have a very special connection. I always knew the two of you would, but it is heightened even more now, now that you have become lovers..."

She sits up, pushing me away, standing on unsteady legs she begin pacing back and forth like a cat in a cage. The door opens and Gibson and Jeremiah Smith enter.

"How could you two TRUST this man? After what he had done to you, Gibson?" She spats out, "I don't believe this!"

Gibson moves forward.

"I don't forgive him, Dana. But he knows things, important things, about your mother, about Agent Mulder."

"What about my mother?"

Gibson looks at me.

"Your mother was shot."

Jeremiah catches her before she falls, supporting her until she reaches the bed; she looks up at me.

"Who did it?" She asks.

"She's in the hospital now...recovering as is Mrs. Mulder."

"Mrs. Mulder? She was shot too? Who did it? And why?"

"I..."

"Tell me, you smoking SON-OF-A-BITCH!"

"It was your brother, Bill Scully Jr."

"I don't believe you."

"It's the truth."

"The truth...the TRUTH...you wouldn't know the truth if someone hit you with it...why would my brother shoot our mother? I mean I can see him wanting to shoot Mulder some kind of old-fashioned sense of a brothers protection, but Mulder's mother?"

Suddenly the temperature in the room changes, it seems to drop to freezing in seconds our breath can be seen. Scully is shivering, her lips a blue tinge.

"M, M, Mul-der," Her eyes are glazed like she's in a trance. "H, H, hold on."

Just as quickly the room is normal again, but Scully is gone. Gibson moves his head around like he's trying to see where she went.

"I see her...she's at the cave painting..."

We rush down the many tunnels until we see her, the wall shimmers before we hear the sound of wind coursing through the tunnel, snow is spitting out from the cave wall. It looks like milk, cold and white flowing across the rock wall.

"There's not much time."

She states before stepping into the white void I run up, hoping to follow, as I step through I hear a whoosh as the opening seals behind me. I see her in the distance, how'd she get that far ahead? The wind is blowing, snow and ice shards are pricking my skin...we're both going to die here, I can feel my joints stiffening up, but I move on keeping my eyes on her figure up ahead...

CHAPTER 12

Three weeks earlier:

It's 3:00 a.m. and the phone rings, reaching blindly for the offending noise I manage to snag the receiver before the answering machine kicks on. My hand finds the lamp switch just as I speak.

"Skinner."

"Walter Skinner if you want to help Agents Mulder and Scully be at the front of your building in ten minutes."

Click.

I don't even have time to process the obviously computer generated voice I don't have the luxury of thinking the request through. I decide it's time to choose which side I'm on. Do I value my own life more than the truth? I once told Agent Scully that her quest, Mulder's quest should have been mine...now I'm ready to live up to my statement.

I through on clothes as quickly as I can and am out the door in record time. I see a van pull up the side door opens and out steps...shit...

"Please get in Mr. Skinner we don't have much time."

I climb in and the door slides shut looking around I take notice of the four occupants one Jeffrey Spender and Mulder's friends, I meet them at the hospital after he went off to Bermuda.

"What the HELL is going on Spender?"

"Mr. Skinner I know that Alex Krycek has a hold over you, by infecting you with a Nano Virus he has been controlling you. I'm hear to help you with Byers, Langley and Frohike's diligent work we can in effect cure you by infecting you with another virus."

"He's telling you the truth, Mr. Skinner. Agent's Mulder and Scully contacted us; Scully provided us with a sample of your blood, which was full of, for lack of better a term, microscopic robot viruses. Agent Spender was able to provide us with an non-programmed version of the virus which we replicated and programmed to counter-attack anything the original does." Byers elaborated.

I look to Spender, addressing my next question to him directly.

"And how were *you* able to collect these robot viruses, Agent Spender? And where the hell have you been these past months?"

"Let's just say, I met someone who made a mistake and when they did I was able to acquire certain helpful devices and information. I can't reveal anymore to you...the question is, do you want to fight for the truth and freedom, because without it the future is very bleak?"

I set my jaw peering out the windows at the traffic before replying.

"Yes."

An hour later after being injected with the 'cure' I'm dropped off in front of my apartment with the knowledge that I will be contacted shortly on how to aid Mulder and Scully.

* * * *

As the van pulled away I calmly give directions to Langley who followed them without protest. Arriving at our destination the three gunmen followed me into the building like trained dogs.

"You three can relax now...you don't have to keep up those forms."

Byers, Langley and Frohike each looked at one another like some unspoken language passed between them before turning back to me what I saw chilled me to the core.

"Oh Fuck!"

They began to advance on me, black oil swirling in the depths of their eyes their bodies slowly began changing...talons ripping through fingertips, human flesh splitting revealing dark alien skin...

I whirled managing to avoid a swipe from a taloned claw. Running down the hall I can hear the sound of my pursuers. Sliding around a corner and into the room beyond I slam the heavy steel door shut and lock it.

Seeing a control panel on the wall I run over and press two buttons leaning into the speaker I begin my warning.

"Attention all personnel...WARNING...WARNING...Newborns are in the facility, I repeat, Newborns are in the facility..."

My attention is drawn to the door where the Newborns struggle to enter, dents appearing in the metal with each strike. Louder and louder the sound grew until the lock gave way, I press myself up against the wall, I knew there would be no escape.

The three newborns lumbered into the room, each standing post it seemed finally striding in the doorway like a God was Alex Krycek and a young woman. The woman drifted toward the Newborn on the left her hand stroking its malformed head; the thing almost seemed to purr.

I could feel the sweat pouring off me in rivers. Alex walked over to me I looked up at him from the floor where I had landed when my legs failed to support me any longer. He smiled demonically down at me.

"Hello again, young Spender. It seems we have a bit of a problem here. You are supposed to be dead."

"It doesn't really matter does it, Alex? I'll be dead shortly."

"No I guess it doesn't, but I was wondering do you have any idea where your father might be? If you could help me I might be able to make your death less painful."

"Who's the girl?"

Krycek motions for the young woman to come over he stands behind her running his hands up and down her arms before cupping her breasts, squeezing until she moaned. I turned my head away in disgust.

"LOOK at her, Jeff!" He commands and I reluctantly comply.

Krycek turns her sideways his hands smoothing over her stomach.

"Pretty svelte, huh, Jeff? Wouldn't even know she just had a baby less than two weeks ago would you?"

I nod my head in the negative.

"C'mon Jeff...you're a bright young man. Take a good look at her."

Krycek pushes her down on the floor and she straddles my legs, her knees resting alongside my hips. My body hardens beneath her warmth; she tenderly caresses my face over her shoulder I see the three Newborns slowly swaying, like trees in the wind.

"Are you going to tell me where your father is?" Alex asks again.

I look up at him meeting his gaze with my own.

"Go to hell, Alex."

He smiles.

"Just as well...Samantha, let's go."

"Samantha? No it can't be..." I gasp.

"Yes, Jeff this is Mulder's long lost sister. Samantha, let's go."

"No." She says before turning and speaking in a tongue I've never heard before.

The three Newborns move forward grabbing Alex and drag him struggling from the room. Before I can process everything Samantha has dragged down my zipper and freed my erection.

She lifts up slightly raising her skirt and then I'm in her, Mulder's sister Samantha and I are having sex. Luckily my hands seem to be moving of their own accord and my mouth follows, baring her breasts sucking the hard nipples.

I grasp her hips pulling her down harder with each of my upward thrusts she screams out as her climax overtakes her and drags me along moments later. I'm having trouble catching my breath my face is buried in her neck, slowly she tilts my head up and I feel her mouth closing over mine she kisses me softly.

Sitting back she looks at me strangely and then she speaks.

"Jeffrey...do you know where you father is?"

"No," I tell her.

Her eyes cloud over, darkening suddenly, almost like her pupils expanded outward filling the entire surface of her eyes with black. I see her hand raising, changing...I see a sudden movement, a claw.

And then I can't catch my breath I can vaguely hear a gurgling sound, I guess it's me my hand is holding my throat. I can feel the blood seeping through my fingers.

My vision is fading I see Samantha walking away, farther and farther...

* * * * *

One Week Later:

My son Jeffrey is gone, I had believed we were fighting on the right side the part of me that still is human, the Cassandra Spender part, feels these pangs of loss, of death the strongest. When the rebel forces saved me at El Rico I rejoiced, thinking I could still help my home and my species.

I was wrong for the most part; the alien colonists my ex-husband and his group conspired with wanted to rule the planet. Creating a hybrid was a way of keeping the syndicate in the dark about the true alien purpose. We were never meant to be a slave race.

Odd as it may seem there are some earthbound viruses and bacteria that the aliens have no defense against. By allowing the humans to have access to pure alien DNA the aliens were able convince 'us' that a select few would be saved. In return human DNA was made readily available to them as well.

They filled up spaceships...hundreds of spaceships, hidden all over the globe, with our own race. No one knew about the hidden wells of 'purity' at least no one human; the unknown quantity in Texas was immediately used in the corn and bee project as well as being transported to Base one in Antarctica.

The aliens realizing one of their secret caches of 'purity' had been unearthed decided to proceed on to their next step. A slight change in structure and instead of controlling the human body it used bones, proteins, everything to create the new life form, the Newborn.

The Newborn while primitive would suit it's purpose as the perfect killing machine before evolving further into a less savage version. By using the human body the aliens were in effect gaining the needed immunities to the earthbound viruses that they had no defense against.

By saving Agent Scully, Agent Mulder alerted the aliens to a potential problem...the vaccine. I thought the rebels were going to help, but they have there own agenda too, just as we make war on earth for land, they also want the earth for their own.

Somehow our rebel base and plans have been discovered and I am now being told to say good-bye to the planet Earth yet again. I am watching the Earth as we travel away from it until it is gone from my sight and all I see is the vastness of space. They tell me we will return after the one day. It seems the full-scale battle that was being waged in space has a winner.

It's not the rebels.

It's not the colonists.

Whatever or whomever it is coming...to Earth.

Part Thirteen:

White...cold...

I feel frozen.

Tickling, brushing against my chest is warmth that I eagerly seek out. Opening my eyes I'm assaulted by a vision...a vision that heats my heart, my body and my soul. Scully...

She is trailing her small hands up and down my body. She is naked. I am naked. We are skin to skin...heart to heart...soul to soul. She leans down kissing me melting my frozen flesh until I can meet her touch for touch. I greedily suck her tongue into my mouth, my hands roaming up and down her hips my thumbs moving in opening her with each pass, caressing her engorged clitoris.

I can feel her center against my stomach her arousal dampening my skin. She is so wet...I free my mouth, raising my head I eagerly latch on to one pink nipple causing her to rock back. My erection bumps against her buttocks, my other hand squeezes her breast as I slip my free hand between her legs my finger penetrating eliciting a gasp.

"Mulder..."

I pull my lips from her nipple breaking the suction causing her to moan aloud as a climax washes over her. I lift her hips and begin the long sweet slide into her body; it feels like coming home.

"God...Scully..." I pant.

Her muscles are still contracting from her orgasm, it's all I can do to hold back and not follow her into oblivion. Holding on to her tightly I roll her until she is on her back, grasping her hips holding them high I begin thrusting in slow, long strokes.

"Please...Mulder...please..." She pleads her fingers rolling her nipples causing *me* to moan. *Jesus* is that erotic.

"Scully..."

I place her hips down, shoving her hand away from her right breast I dip my head drawing that hard peak back into my mouth. Scully arches beneath me at the sensation, unconsciously causing my thrust to deepen forcing a scream from her throat.

"Oh GOD! Mulder..."

My arms wrap around her holding her silky skin as close to me as possible quickening my pace slamming into her over and over. Scully tightens her legs around me her own hips rising meeting me harder and harder. I swear I can hear her heart pounding feel it pulsing beneath my lips as I suck at her nipple.

Scully grabs my hair, tugging until I release her nipple reluctantly. We seek each other's lips hungrily, dimly I wonder if the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing back and forth across my chest is as stimulating for her as it is for me.

I can feel her body tightening around me I want to push her over the edge, watch her. Tearing my mouth away from her I attack her left nipple this time, drawing it in deeply my cheeks hollowing with the force of my suction.

I draw my hips back thrusting in angling up and release her nipple from my mouth simultaneously. It's like an explosion her muscles clamping down on my cock over and over. A scream was ripped from her throat at that very moment, it's intensity shattering my control I follow her into space, stars exploding behind my eyes.

"Scully," I say, nuzzling into her neck, breathing her in.

She is stroking my back the getting softer and softer until it's like a ghost sensation causing a chill within my body. Opening my eyes I realize she's not there she's looking down at me with tears in her eyes. Then she turns and starts walking away.

"Scully...don't go...Scully...I..."

She doesn't turn despair washes over me and with it the chilling numbness of loss. The coldness seeps around me and through me until I am again frozen and helpless.

Closing my eyes against the whiteness overtaking me I succumb to its spell until I am again paralyzed with hopelessness...

My last thought is of Scully and my great need, my need for her...

* * * * *

It's feels like I've been following the figure of Agent Scully for miles, long cold miles. I'm not as young as I used to be and my joints feel stiff, my feet feel frostbitten as I continue on slowly.

Up ahead I see a flash of color, yellow I think. Somehow I manage to increase my speed and I am panting when I finally catch up. Climbing into the cab I hear Mulder mumbling and I have to strain to hear.

"I need you...please don't go...Scully...need you...love you..."

She is cradling his head in her lap and stroking his hair, shutting the door I reach down pressing the button for the reserve tank and start the engine bringing heat quickly back into the cabin.

My mouth drops when I see the infant in Agent Mulder's arms. Scully takes the child in her arms I see a single tear fall from her eyes it lands upon the baby's cheek. She begins rocking back and forth; I feel dizzy suddenly and close my eyes.

When I open them we are back in the caves, Agent Scully is handing the infant to Jeremiah; Agent Mulder is being wheeled down the tunnel. I step forward placing my hand on her shoulder.

She whirls smacking my hand away, blue eyes flashing with anger.

"Listen to me, you smoking bastard, CGB or whatever you're going by today stay the HELL away from ME and MULDER! Everyone else around here might think you've had a change of heart, but *I* don't TRUST you."

She starts to walk away and my voice stops her.

"Agent Scully...please, I know saying I'm sorry will never make up for everything that has happened to you and Mulder...But I *am* sorry. I'm no longer the man you once thought I was...after El Rico I was ordered to kill *my* son, Jeffrey."

She hasn't turned around to face me, but she hasn't walked away either so I continue on.

"I was down in the basement...*in* the X Files office. I had the gun pointed at him, but I didn't do it...no matter how much he disappointed me...I couldn't kill my own son. I shot him in the arm told him to leave and never return."

Dana Scully finally pivots and faces me.

"He didn't listen Agent Scully. He chose to fight behind the scenes, I had unwittingly given him access to certain information. Jeffrey was becoming Agent Mulder...he contacted the rebels found out his mother was still alive."

"Our organization suffered a severe blow at El Rico it forced many of our allegiances into question especially Alex Krycek. I should have killed Jeffrey myself it would have been better, more humane. I found him three weeks ago..."

"How did he die?" She questions softly.

"His throat was ripped open...I watched the camera footage the rebel base was attacked by Krycek, his army of Bounty Hunters and gestated aliens...but Jeffrey wasn't killed by any of those."

I take a deep breath and continue.

"Jeffrey was killed by Samantha."

"I don't believe you. You sick Son-of-a-Bitch."

"It was the real Samantha, but they changed her, the aliens did something to her. Agent Scully she is no longer human...her hand mutated into a claw with long talons and she took one swipe at him. He died fighting for the future. I don't want my son to have died in vain let me help...now, please."

She looked at me licking her lips before speaking.

"Look...I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sorry that Jeffrey is dead. He spoke up for Agent Mulder and I; he helped us get the X Files back. You have my sympathy but, I can not and will *never* trust you."

She turned and walked away. I am left standing with only my thoughts.

* * * * *

I'm lying here next to Mulder well not exactly lying I'm just about ready to climb on top of him. I've been caressing and kissing him for hours now warming him up with my own body. Even deeply asleep his natural response is very active I had just barely twined my legs around his when I felt his penis twitching against me.

Rising up on my knees I sink slowly onto him, bending at the waist I kiss him licking his lips gently. Kissing his eyelids then his nose I begin to whisper in his ear alternately with pulling his lobe into my mouth, my breath warm and soft.

"Come back to me Mulder...I need you...love you..."

I sit up rocking my hips languidly, feeling his thick and long penis stretching me...filling me. The sensation is too much I drop my head back my hands bracing myself on his calves hitting places I didn't know existed in me.

I feel his hands tentative almost sliding up my each of my thigh's, thumbs spreading my folds apart. I let out a whimper when he begins rolling my throbbing clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. My hips begin circling until *I* am spinning out of control, but Mulder doesn't let up he keep rubbing and tugging until I cry out his name with my second climax.

I feel the world turning, Mulder withdrawing I instantly miss him in me. I know I'm begging, begging him to fill me again as I lie face down on the bed. Granting my wish Mulder pulls me back his erection seeking me out without fail, I push back as he pulls back.

He's grunting now and chanting my name like a mantra, I feel his testicles slapping my buttocks with each inward thrust. Mulder is gripping my hips so tightly I'll probably have bruises in the morning, but I don't care. His thrusts are getting more frenzied and I am forced to my elbows my head dropping to the bed.

My whole body is shuddering with the onslaught of passion of the emotions being released...because of our love.

"GOD...I love you MULDER!" I scream out as I reach another climax.

Mulder follows my with one hard stroke and we both collapse his weight presses me into the mattress, his nose nuzzles my neck his breath tickling my skin. His hands slide down my arms until he reaches my hands and he twines his fingers with mine.

I yawn and he starts to roll off me, I can feel his penis still semi-hard within me and I stop him with my voice.

"Don't Mulder...stay in me..."

"I'm crushing you, Scully." He replies.

"No...I feel good...*you* feel good...I'm holding you Mulder...my body is holding you..."

"God, Scully..." He starts, his voice cracking. "I love you..."

"I know."

He settles back down and we both sleep.

* * * * *

I slipped out of bed without Mulder knowing, quickly throw on a robe and head to the lab, Jeremiah is there with Gibson and one of the Samantha clones.

"Did you run the tests?" I asked.

"Yes," she replies handing me the results.

I open the folder scanning the contents efficiently finding what I needed to know I close the cover and hand it back.

"Mulder and I need some time alone...Mulder especially. Please leave us alone for today."

They all nod and I make my way back to the room.

* * * * *

When I enter the room Mulder is sobbing I rush to him pulling his upper body against mine. I kiss his forehead before resting my chin on his head; I stroke my hands up and down his chest calming him.

"Katherine, Scully, where is Katherine? Where is our daughter?"

Keeping my voice soft I answer.

"Mulder...it's not your fault. You tried, but it was just too cold..."

He spins in my arms burying his head in my stomach. His hands untie the sash on my robe and I shrug it off my shoulders.

"I KILLED her, Scully! I'm SORRY, I'm SORRY...I didn't mean too...please forgive me Scully..." he sobs against me.

"No Mulder...it's ok...shh..." I whisper.

He presses his lips against me, arms wrapping around my waist; tears are soaking my stomach. I am trying to ignore the flames of arousal that are shooting through me as the feel of Mulder's breath reaches the apex of my thighs. I gasp as he kisses me open mouthed just below my navel, before resting his ear against the same place.

"I killed them all, Scully...I can't even give you a child, Scully. God, I am so sorry...I stole our child, our baby...Katherine...I only held her for a day...I killed all your chances, Scully..."

I want to console him...I haven't even told him about Emily...now we have that experience uniting us too...we both have held daughters in our arms as they passed away. I can't tell him about Emily yet, I can't add to his guilt, to his sorrow, not now, maybe not ever.

My thoughts leave me as my body responds to Mulder, while I was thinking he moved me onto my back and his head is now between my legs. His tongue is stroking me, lips suckling me and I let myself go. We took our time exploring each other's bodies over and over.

I knew we couldn't erase the sorrow, the pain of everything we had been through. We couldn't bring back either Emily or Katherine...or Melissa, or Mulder's father...we can't do anything about the future and I want to spend whatever time we have left together.

Hours later I again slipped out of bed.

Making my way down the tunnel I found him gazing at the cave paintings. I confronted him told him what I wanted.

"But...there will be no one to protect the two of you." He states.

"I don't care, I am through being used it's time to make my own choices for Mulder to make his own. If you have really changed this is the only way you can prove it to me."

He sighed and nodded effectively sealing the fate *I* was choosing for the two of us...Mulder and I.

* * * * *

Choice, Scully's choice and our fate I guess she had followed me for so long she finally decided it was time for us to set our own fate...our own future. I still have trouble reconciling the fact that she trusted CGB Spender enough to enlist him in our escape.

Even after seven months I'm still not sure which race or group we were with at that time. So we have been moving from town to town trying to stay just one step ahead of Alex Krycek, the new syndicate, rebel aliens and the human, rebel, clone, hybrid whatever group that Gibson seemed to lead.

I see Scully walking up the beach towards me the wind from the sea whipping her red-golden hair around, her long dress twisting about her legs. She stops waving at me before returning her attention to the water, gazing out as her hands caress her rounded stomach.

You see we have to keep moving there is more at stake now than there ever was before...

Somehow we, Scully and I, have been blessed by a miracle.

A miracle that neither of us thought was possible; she thanks God and in my own private moments I thank a higher power myself. I don't know if I can believe like Scully does, but I do know there is something stronger and more powerful at work here.

Something more powerful than either of us alone, but together we have each other I have her heart and she has mine. When we are apart our I know our souls will always find each other, together though we have love and I have to believe that is our strength and our love is what will bind us together forever.

Smiling I step off the porch heading to my family, Scully hears me and turns. I'm halfway toward her when I feel the shock wave and hear Scully shouting my name even over the explosion as I end up face down in the sand.

"MULDER!"

Shaking my head as I lift it from the sand, I realize Scully is kneeling next to me, rubbing my back and calling my name.

"Mulder? Mulder, please get up...please..."

Standing up a little shakily I help her up hugging her to me I jump back with the strong kick I receive courtesy of our unborn child. Looking back to the house my face goes white I see vehicles approaching up the road. Scully points to the sky and I follow the path her finger shows...JESUS...

I sweep Scully into my arms and head off down the beach running as fast as I can yet being careful not to slip. We were careless they've never been this close before, I thought we were being so careful.

"Mulder! Put me down." Scully yells.

I'm panting and my legs are almost ready to give out, but I would go until I dropped just like a horse. I have to make it to the rocks.

"DAMMIT! Mulder!"

She gives me the look and I stop placing her feet back on the sand, she puts one arm under her abdomen using the other to guide her along the rock face into the cave we found before. Ducking inside we make our way back into one of the many tunnels.

I think we made it before any of the entourage spotted us...let's hope that alien ship doesn't have x-ray vision. We end up back at another drawing on the cave wall, whatever ability Scully seemed to possess before doesn't work anymore so we won't be able to walk into the drawing and hide.

I'm not sure how long I've been pacing Scully's voice brings me out of my thoughts. She's sitting on the sleeping bags we stored in here.

"Mulder you've been pacing for the last four hours come sit down...please...I need you to..."

She trails off and I know what's she wants, smiling I sit behind her and begin massaging her lower back. She groans in appreciation I continue for a few minutes until she leans back against me her ass is pressed into my groin and I feel myself harden. I can almost see the grin spreading across her face knowing the effect she has on me.

Wrapping my arms around her my hands splay out over her roundness caressing the way she showed me, tiny circles, I'm enjoying this immensely even though I know the danger we are in at the moment.

Then I hear *it*...feel *it* the hitch in Scully's breathing and the rippling effect under my fingers. It startles me so much I jerk my hands away from her body.

"What...was that?"

I'm met with silence.

"Scully?"

I tilt her head up looking into her eyes one hand has moved back to her stomach and I feel it again, it's like her stomach is soft and pliable and then it's tight and firm. With that she lets out a moan...not a moan of pleasure, but one of pain...then I know.

"OH God, Scully...when, when did they start?"

"You're not going to like it Mulder."

"Tell me."

She looks at my watch.

"Well it's 10:00 p.m. now...I noticed my first contraction at noon, but as I moved around the house I thought it was just false labor...I had a few more and that's why I went for the walk...I was just coming back to tell you...when..."

I bend down and kiss her lips just as another pain rips through her.

"You're going to have to deliver this baby, Mulder...we can't risk leaving this section of the cave."

"But, but...I..."

She reaches up and kisses me, stroking the back of my cheek with her hand reassuring me of her confidence in me. She puts my hands back on her our unborn child and we both caress the life inside of her.

* * * * *

The next few hours drag by for me as Scully progressed into hard labor we walked we talked we breathed together I massaged her back and her stomach. I wiped the sweat forming on her brow, I even brought her to a climax with my fingers when she said the release might enable her to sleep for an hour or so, luckily it did.

Now though she can't walk anymore and my hands do little good in relieving the pressure in her back I keep trying. Then she tells me I have to check her for dilation she screams out with pain if I'm doing this right she's almost fully dilated and I tell her.

"Mulder...I'm going to have to push..."

I nod.

"I'm scared, Scully..."

"So am I Mulder, but..." she groans out.

I grab the nearby towels and then I hear it...very faint, but unmistakable...footsteps. I don't even think I take Scully in my arms trying to shield her with my body.

"Shut your eyes, Scully. Someone's coming."

However our child has other ideas he or she cannot wait to get out.

"MULDER! The BABY! It's time." She screams out.

I move back down ready to catch my child even though I hear the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer...

Chapter Fourteen:

My head snaps around as I hear a familiar voice.

"Agent Mulder!"

Walter Skinner says, approaching me, over his shoulder I see Byers, Langley and Frohike and no one else. I let out a breath I wasn't even aware I was holding. Skinner kneels beside me shoving me out of his way Langley and Frohike turn around standing guard presumably as Byers grabs some towels and joins Skinner.

"Agent Mulder," Skinner snaps. "Why don't you get up there behind Agent Scully and help out here."

His statement snaps me out of my paralysis I crawl up behind Scully letting her rest against my chest my arms go around her and we join hands. Her whole body is shaking and I bend my lips near her ear I can only think of one thing to say right now.

"God, Scully...I love you."

She nods her head and clenches my hands even tighter.

"Ok, Scully you're going to have to push with the next contraction."

I find my voice to ask Skinner a question even though the point is pretty much moot at this stage of the game.

"Sir? Have you ever done this before?"

Skinner looks up and smiles tentatively.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have. Twice in Vietnam...if you would like to trade places with me..."

"NO!" I blurt out. "Twice is twice more than *I* ever have."

Even in the pain she is in my Scully manages to chuckle, but it's cut short as a powerful contraction rips through her.

"It hurts, Mulder." She groans out.

"I know...hold on to me, baby." I reply.

"Push...Agent Scully...you can do it." Skinner directs. "I see the head! You're doing just fine...a little more."

Supporting her as much as I can Scully strains and moans with the effort of driving our child out into the world. I'm chanting a silent prayer to a God I haven't had faith in since Samantha was taken. My mind comes back to the scene at hand with Skinners next words.

"Ok, ok...don't push...here comes the shoulders...ok...let's get the rest of this baby out...one more push."

Scully had relaxed as much as possible with his instructions her powers of concentration are astounding me as she tenses again and gives the final push necessary. Scully exhales and collapses back onto my chest.

"Mulder?" Scully whispers.

I can make see Skinner using the various tools Scully had placed inside the cave for just such and emergency. Scully's hands tighten around mine...we haven't heard a cry.

"Mulder? The baby?" Scully questions.

Skinner looks at us smiling.

"It's ok Agents...you have daughter."

Byers' swaddles the infant before placing the bundle in Scully's arms. Tears well up in my eyes as I gaze down upon our child, who is *sleeping* I gently stroke her soft cheek, this seems to wake her up her mouth opening, searching for something *I* can't give her.

"Mulder? Help me."

"What? Scully...oh."

Man do I feel dense gently I unbutton the bodice of Scully's dress moving the material off her breast. Our daughter zeroes in with an uncanny aim and latches onto Scully's nipple suckling eagerly.

Scully gasps before muttering.

"Like father like daughter."

Only a few minutes pass until I feel Scully tense up I can see her stomach heaving once again...what the?

Skinner looks up wide-eyed and Byers looks speechless.

"Agent Scully? I'm going to need you to push again..."

Scully nods, I know her strength is fading fast, she barely moves concentrating on just her lower muscles...Skinner delivers the second child who makes *his* presence known...very loudly.

Byers' swaddles the baby and places him within Scully's unoccupied arm. Our son quiets almost immediately. Skinner gently massages Scully's abdomen delivering both afterbirths before standing and speaking.

"Agents, we don't have much time...we need to get you out of here as soon as possible." He turns and walks away giving us a few precious moments alone with our new son and daughter.

We both nod. I see our son is also trying to find some sustenance, but only succeeding in getting a mouthful of material. Smiling I bare Scullys other breast lifting it slightly, some small demon takes over me and I gently roll the nub between my fingers. Eliciting a small moan from Scully.

I've always heard that a woman's breasts are extremely sensitive and that breast-feeding can be a very erotic experience, now I know.

"Mulder." Scully hisses softly.

Putting my hand behind the babies back I help roll him toward Scully more even so it takes him a little while to adapt himself to having Scully's nipple in his mouth. Soon though he is suckling as strongly as his sister did. I can't help, but comment.

"Gee I know how you feel kid...but it took me six years to be able to have it almost anytime I want it."

Scully has tilted her head back and sideways. I know if she didn't have her arms full at this very moment, she'd most likely elbow me in the ribs. Her eyes are dancing and I capture her mouth with mine trying to put all the emotions that are pouring from every cell of my body into that one kiss.

Even though Scully has just given birth just this contact alone brings back my erection full force, talk about rampaging hormones. I pull back looking into her eyes she knows exactly what she's doing as she shimmies against me slightly.

"Scully!" I hiss.

My body doesn't seem to be listening to my mind as she moves against me one more time and I have to drop my mouth to her shoulder to keep from crying out with the force of my orgasm. I trail my lips up her neck and gently draw her earlobe into my mouth before whispering.

"I love you, so much, Scully."

She turns her head and captures my mouth this time before murmuring against my lips softly.

"Yes Mulder, I do know how much...as much as I love you."

Our moment of tranquility is shattered when Skinner and the Lone Gunman reappear suddenly.

"Mulder, Scully...there's no way out of here. I just saw Alex Krycek and several men are with him." Skinner states.

"Byers, Frohike come here." Scully calls out when he responds she hands each of them one of our children and I help her to stand as she buttons her dress back up.

"Scully? You can't be..." I protest.

"Mulder we have to figure out a way to get out of here." She replies her tone implying no argument.

Byers and Frohike hand the babies back to Scully just as Krycek and his cohorts round the corner. Time seems to slow as I see the primitive aliens coming behind him there must be fifty of them...shit.

"Mulder...I have a gift for you." Alex grins demonically.

My confusion must show because in that instant I see the aliens part like the Red Sea and then I see her. She walks through the opening and in that instance I know without a shadow of a doubt it's my sister...

It's my sister Samantha she doesn't look anything like the clone I was tricked with a few years ago. Her hair is the same color as mine and her eyes...hazel like mine. She's tall and graceful not the gawky little sister I remember.

I step towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Fox," she says.

I stop when I feel something like a wave pass over me; my vision swims for a moment and when I look around the walls have turned into liquid.

Black...oily...moving with a life of it's own.

I glance back at Scully and I see the twins are holding hands I don't know how I can't explain it, but they are and there is a glow surrounding them and their mother it's almost magical.

I hear a small timid voice in my head.

"Look now father...see your true sister, see what she is."

I look back and Samantha has changed her hands have become claws with razor sharp talons, her body lizard like and her head malformed with soulless eyes. I blink once and she returns to her human shape. The voice returns to my head.

"Your real sister has been gone for a long time, this creature is what she has become...we are sorry, father."

I walk up and embrace Samantha tears sting at the corners of my eyes.

"Fox," she says her arms sweeping up and down my back.

She manages to claw my back even when she falls and starts dissolving into a puddle of green goo, I stumble back the point of the metal pick still ejected from it's case. I can feel the blood seeping out from the gashes making me nauseous and dizzy.

The world spins I hear screeching and yelling...gunshots or electrical blasts of some sort. Frohike and Langley are supporting me as we step into the cave wall the blackness surrounds and overtakes me...

Chapter Fifteen:

Mulder has been unconscious for three months now, I know Scully is getting worried that the injury he received in the cave could be the reason even though it has long since healed. We can't risk capture therefore we don't have access to the necessary equipment she needs to check out his condition thoroughly. The Lone Gunman and I have been taking shifts keeping a watchful eye out for any intruders.

After we escaped from the cave a lot of things happened all over the world there have been sightings of UFO's and unfortunately swarms of bees. I shudder when I remember the hospital full of children a few years ago.

We have been on the move constantly for the last three days...the world as we know it *is* coming to an end. Millions are dying both from the virus and being attacked by the aliens. Who would have ever thought Alex Krycek was working his own agenda all along.

Right now we are in Colorado hiding out in the mountains, Walter Skinner former AD of the FBI is now a fugitive from the law and enslavement by an alien force.

One day after the cave incident we were ambushed by a group led by Scully's brother seems he'd been working all along with the syndicate and only recently by Alex Krycek. He told us that Diana Fowley had also been involved and she was being used as an alien host even as we spoke. I really don't think it would bother Mulder in the slightest.

I can attest firsthand to the savage instinct within a female to protect her young and her mate. Scully slit her brother's throat without a moment's hesitation.

I don't know where she had the knife hide, but he demanded that she come to him or he would kill Mulder first and then her children. I can remember Scully walking right up to him. He looked up and down her body like some pervert even commenting on how 'fuckable' she was now with her fuller hips and tits not that her clone wasn't whatever the hell he meant by that.

Bill Scully laughed at his sister, mocking her for trusting him he was just raising the gun ready to fire at Mulder's head when I saw her hand arc and the next Bill Scully was lying in a puddle of blood. That image will stay with me forever, she had cut almost halfway through his neck and then she calmly spoke.

"Someone get this piece of shit away from *my* family."

It was surreal almost the men or clones or whatever that had accompanied him picked him up and left. It was like without their leader they had no free will all they could do was follow orders and Scully had in effect replaced her brother in their eyes.

I shake my head to clear the images away when I feel Scully's warm hand close upon my shoulder. I smile down at her as I rise from the chair I hope Mulder wakes up soon I think quietly shutting the door on my way out of the room.

* * * * *

I crawl into bed beside Mulder hoping my presence will help him to wake up it's been three long months and I need my lover to hold me and comfort me. Strange how not so long ago I wouldn't have asked for his help seeing it as some kind of weakness on my part.

I don't feel that way anymore. I angrily brush the tears falling from my eyes away...Mulder doesn't even know our children's names. We didn't talk about baby names during my pregnancy because I think we both knew how big a miracle it was and we didn't want to jinx anything.

The only name I remember him even mentioning was Danielle and that was in his sleep, but I thought it was beautiful and our daughter became in my eyes Danielle Katherine Mulder.

Naming our son was a little more difficult neither of us expected a boy, I remember from the beginning Mulder kept referring to his little girl not that he wouldn't love a son. He just had a feeling about it and so did I. Of course if I had been able to actually get prenatal care I might have know I was expecting twins.

I am just grateful they are both healthy. I knew how Mulder had felt about his sister when she was a child so it seemed fitting that I help to preserve *that* memory somehow and that's how Samuel William Mulder came by his name.

I know we aren't married, but I am old-fashioned in that respect I might believe in women's rights and all that, but I always knew the day I got married I would no longer be Dana Scully. I wouldn't hyphenate my name like so many other women and I certainly won't inflict that upon my children. Their father *is* Fox William Mulder and that is their last name, whether Mulder and I are married or not.

Yawning I snuggle down beside Mulder molding my body as close to him as I can before falling into a light sleep. Dreams assault me keeping me from deep sleep at first, but the feel of Mulder beside me soon banishes the demons and I sleep.

* * * * *

Sometime during the night I am awakened by the whisper soft movements of Mulder's lips across my skin, closing around my nipple sucking, I laugh to myself I can feel him swallowing the milk he's drawing out. His fingers have been forging their own path one teasing my other breast the other sliding between my legs.

Two fingers part my folds searching and finding my clitoris I swear I can the throbbing intensify as Mulder rolls it between his thumb and finger. He releases my nipple and nibbles his way over to it's sister the cool air hitting the wetness he left behind and causing an overload of sensation I feel the ripples of orgasm washing through me.

It doesn't take me long to realize Mulder is worshipping me tonight as something more than his lover...tonight I am the mother of his children, another link to add to the bond we have forged.

My emotions are in a tailspin as Mulder makes his way down until his face is poised at my entrance I am overwhelmed when his tongue and lips begin to dance over my pink and swollen flesh. It seems like I have barely come down from one peak until I'm at the apex of another I have *never* felt like this before.

Time seems to slow to a crawl and I hear myself begging pleading with him to stop, tears are streaming down my face from the over load of pleasure. I pull him up my body fastening my lips to his, I tilt my pelvis up as I wrap my legs around him and without any hesitancy I pull his hips down driving his hard length deep into me.

Our rhythm is fast and furious yet fluid, we crash together like the ocean waves lapping at the sand neither one giving up. I follow him just as the sand tries to follow the sea and yet he pushes against me driving deeper with each thrust.

"Scully..." Mulder begins moaning out my name over and over.

I feel him tensing ready to fill me with his essence and as he slams into me one last time I shatter along with him, my whole body feels like it's pulsing. Every muscle in my body quivering, contracting I know I screamed at some point the intensity overtaking me.

My brain is foggy, but I can feel Mulder licking around my breasts. I know orgasm can bring on the milk ejection response, but I never really thought about it before. I giggle softly...thank goodness Mulder is cleaning me up.

Mulder stretches out finally and pulls me against him, my head resting over his heart listening to the beats as they slow from our lovemaking. I'm feeling very strange, I wonder if Mulder senses it too.

"Scully?"

"Hmm..."

"Scully do you feel...different."

I raise my head looking into his eyes and I see love, but I also see pain and sorrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't explain it, but I...Scully we will be like this...together, always...there is no going back...right?"

I kiss his lips gently.

"Mulder, somehow the memories of our first night together were stolen from me...I don't ever want that to happen again."

"I don't either, Scully...shh...go to sleep." He gently orders.

In moments I'm asleep.

* * * * *

Our peaceful night is broken when Skinner bursts in the room.

"Mulder, Scully we have to get out of here...there is a ship."

Scully and I jump out of bed both of us throwing on clothes as Skinner terrified continues.

"It's huge...I've never seen anything so big in my life. It seems no one knows where the ship is from...Frohike found out it isn't one of Krycek's and Langley found out it isn't one of the rebel ships either. We think it's another race of aliens."

I look over at Scully do I really want to take the time and find out how everyone came by this information. No the most important thing is getting Scully and the twins out of here. I turn to Scully.

"Scully let's go get the twins...now."

We both run into the next room each of us grabbing a sleeping infant, then follow Skinner through the building we are in. Due to the fact I've been unconscious for a while I have to rely on him for directions.

Somewhere along the way we have picked up the Gunmen just as we round a corner a blast almost makes me fall.

A hole in the wall fills with the primitive aliens one Marita Covarrubias and Alex Krycek. Turning around, we follow Skinner to another exit and out into an open field...fuck...there is no place to hide as a shadow blocks out the sun. Looking up I see a spaceship three times as large as the one from Antarctica it's Scully's intake of breath that causes me to stop looking at the ship.

We are surrounded by aliens, the primitive ones, the small grays, the alien bounty hunters and the faceless rebels I would guess about ten thousand strong. I put my arm around Scully I can feel her shaking.

With both stumble as a bolt of energy hits the building we were in and sends it collapsing down around who or whatever was still in there. Scully is sitting on the ground rocking back and forth I place the baby in her other arm and sit behind her I encompass my whole life within my arms, my lover, my children...my reason for living.

Gently I kiss Scully's lips when she offers them to me and we wait for the end I can hear the footsteps of the mass as they move closer. In the next instant I feel like a burst of power flows through me or around me I can't explain it.

Looking around I see the mass has frozen in it's tracks not a single body is moving save for Scully and I even Skinner and the Gunmen are paralyzed. Several small beams of light hit the ground from the spaceship over our heads.

Looking around we are surrounded yet again.

But I am not afraid...anymore.

I get up and follow the alien its form seems to be a smaller version of the grays, yet they glow with a light like they are made of energy. It takes my hand and we ascend into the spaceship I look up forgetting about Scully and my children...almost like they don't exist.

* * * * *

I watch, as Mulder is lead away and up into the ship. Three of the beings come toward me they are ethereal looking yet are in human form with robes of white and gossamer wings.

"Angels," I gasp.

When they speak to me I know they are in my head their speech *is* thought I hand my children over to them without any reservation.

"Not exactly Mother Dana, come with us and we will try to explain."

I feel my feet leaving the ground. As their wings spread and we soar up into the sky, the wind blows through my hair, yet I am not afraid as we enter the strange ship in the sky. Walking around I see many other 'angels' and I see Gibson and Jeremiah.

"Hello Mother Dana." They both speak in unison.

I'm so confused my head is swimming until they begin to speak a thousand tiny voices forming into one.

"We are the Guardians of the Future and you have given us what we have searched for across the universe, hope...Your children Danielle and Samuel are the fulfillment of a prophecy. They are proof that love can overcome all obstacles. That strength comes from joining together. That trust can build even in the face of deception and the heart holds the most powerful gift of all...love. With love comes hope and with hope comes the possibility of changing ones destiny."

"I, I don't understand."

"The future is not a set thing every time you make a choice in your life it alters the future, your fate. Your union with Father Mulder was predestined, but that destiny was altered by the ignorance of other races. Yet you both were able to give hope to the future in the form of the twins."

"Hope is a powerful force we will guard Danielle and Samuel as we have all the others that have came before them. We will teach them to use their power for love and peace not destruction."

My eyes are suddenly brimming with tears.

"What are you saying? That I must let you take my children...that I will have nothing?"

One of the 'angels' comes closer to me laying its hands upon my shoulders and I feel a peace come over me, as I understand.

"I won't remember any of this, will I?"

"No, you have fulfilled one possible future now you and Father Mulder must go back and complete your next journey."

"How far back?"

"We are unsure when we leave this planet the force made by the engines on this ship will cause time to reverse. Some things may change and some things may stay the same."

"Why am I seeing you as angels? Will Mulder and I still be lovers?"

"You are seeing us as angels because that is what your mind truly wants to see. Father Mulder will see visitors from space because that is what he wants to see...I do not know if you will be lovers in a physical sense, but there is always going to be love between you."

"How long will we have before this time warp activates?"

"The two of you will have two hours...the two of you are linked throughout all possible histories and futures, interwoven so tightly that nothing will ever totally defeat your bond...unless hope is lost."

I nod my head...hope. I came very close to losing it many times as has Mulder yet one of us always seems to renew the others faith the two of us are the eternal battle...unstoppable force vs. immovable object. There can't be one without the other.

In my head I hear them say it's time. I can't stop the tears as I hold and kiss my precious hopes one last time I am given a little time to feed both of them and when I'm through the emptiness in my breasts consume me. My heart, which was so full earlier is now hollow, all I have left is two hours with Mulder and then even that will be gone.

I turn away, close my eyes and when I open them I am standing back in the field. Mulder is there; we walk towards each other embracing and sinking to the ground our sobs echoing in the air. Our tears flow and land on the earth below us.

Both of us see Alex Krycek and someone with blonde hair crawling from the rubble of the building. We pay no heed. We shed our clothing and join together soul to soul, heart to heart and flesh to flesh knowing that this may be our last time.

I feel pain each time Mulder thrusts inside me, driving me against the hard cold ground of the earth. We are building to the crescendo just as the engines on the ship are igniting getting louder and louder.

We both scream in unison.

"Mulder! I love you!"

"Scully! I love you!"

The engine ignites...

Heat...

Light...

The future closes...

Epilogue One:

This is what I consider a real XF style ending.

A flash of light and the car rolls to a stop. The rain pelts down beating the car with its fury.

"What happened?"

He says something about losing power. Then losing nine minutes before hopping out of the car. Like an idiot I follow and proceed to get soaking wet as he points out the orange X he painted on the road earlier. I argue that time just can't disappear.

He is excited like he just discovered the greatest thing in the world and even though I'm wet I must admit Agent Mulder is not boring his enthusiasm is contagious. The engine and headlights are suddenly back on and I shake my head before jogging back to the car.

First case and he already has my complete attention I'm not sure exactly how our partnership is going to progress, but I think I'm in for an interesting journey.

Who knows we might even become friends...

Epilogue Two:

This is an ending in trying to keep with the sixth season universe.

I knew she was there. I called out her name as I looked up into the camera in my padded cell. I'm not crazy. I heard Diana and Skinner, please, please don't believe them Scully.

Then the doctor telling you I was violent. Damn right I was violent I was assaulted with images and thoughts I just didn't want to believe, how foolish of me to trust without question relying on past memories alone. I would never hurt you, Scully; you have to know that.

My heart did a dance when I heard your thoughts clear as day.

Jesus Scully, I wish you could know that your thoughts are the only ones that *don't* cause me pain. I hear you when you're focused on me like now I feel calmer just knowing you're here, I can feel the gentleness, the concern...and something else you are having trouble describing reaching out toward me.

Suddenly my head explodes with the tone of your thoughts the words are echoing in my head. I know your anger.

<You're *both* liars.>

Liars, liars...betrayal repeats over and over in my mind through yours until the connection fades and I know you are no longer here. Oh God, don't leave me in here, Scully.

I huddle in the corner. I can't believe she left me.

* * * * *

I'm not exactly sure how many days pass, but I am suddenly aware of a voice in my head it's very soft like its travelling a great distance. I know its Scully, she didn't forsake me, in my mind I hear her call my name and it's enough.

Epilogue Three:

This ending is also a beginning sort of....

I open my eyes and Scully and I are still lying in the field and my cock is still buried deep inside her our mutual climax finally fading. I thought we weren't going to remember any of this.

"Mulder? What do you think happened?"

"I don't know, Scully," I kiss her before rolling off her and trying to find our clothes I'm sure she hears the sharp intake of breath that comes from me as I look over the field.

"Oh my God! Mulder!" She is running, naked, dodging pieces of debris as she heads for the body.

I follow her having managed to struggle into my jeans I hand her clothing to her and she dresses hurriedly. Kneeling down she takes Gibson's head into her lap as gently as she can.

"Da-na," he struggles to speak. "S, something went wrong...Alex."

Gibson stops breathing and Scully struggles to revive him only my arms forcefully dragging her away stops her attempt and the voice behind us.

"It's no use, Mother Dana. Gibson is gone, I, too, will soon expire, as my body cannot survive on your planet for long."

"What's going on? Where are our children?" Scully jumps in.

"Someone damaged our engines and the force of the engines malfunctioning caused it to break apart. I am the lone survivor of my crew...but that isn't important...you children have been stolen."

"What? By who?" I exclaim.

The Guardian leads us to what must have been the pods the children were in, undamaged, but empty.

"I tried to make it over here I saw a man, an older man carrying them both away...he got into some vehicle and drove off."

"Oh my God, Mulder," Scully gasps out as she bends down and picks up a Morley cigarette butt. "That BASTARD! He helped us escape only because he wanted our children...I was so STUPID to trust him...Dammit!"

I take her in my arms and she sobs against my chest.

"I am sorry Mother Dana, Father Mulder...I am will not be here much longer...use your bond to help you find them, use all your senses, trust each other..."

The Guardian falls and Scully drops to her knees cradling the creature in her lap. I kneel beside them both as the Guardian takes both of our hands and smiles or at least the sensation is of a smile.

"I am glad you touched me...now I can tell you that your bond will be especially strong...you have created a new connection...be careful Mother Dana...and Father Mulder?"

I have to lean in to hear.

"Protect the Mother and you will protect the future."

The Guardian fades away before our eyes, Scully looks at me her eyes searching mine for answers I'm afraid I might not have.

"What do you think it meant Mulder? We created a new connection...did it give us some kind of power?"

I nod that is one question I do know the answer to at least if my suspicions are correct. I open my hand up over her abdomen and look into her eyes.

"Scully? We ah...we didn't use any protection."

Her hand clamps over her mouth as the tears spill over.

I take her in my arms and we stand together. I hear someone calling our names and see Skinner and the Lone Gunmen running towards us. I see Skinner mouthing the question about the twins, but I shake my head slightly hoping he will understand, which he does.

Scully composes herself and we walk slowly towards the truck where others are waiting. She stops and looks at me.

"Mulder? What if I am pregnant, again?"

"Well I've already had three miracles in my life, you and the twins. I'm not going to question a fourth, I'm just going to accept it."

She pulls me down for a kiss.

"I love you, Mulder...but how are we going to protect this child?"

I push a lock of hair behind her ear before speaking.

"We will do the best we can, Scully...and I love you."

I hold her close to me as we continue walking I *know* what I'll be doing to ensure our future...protect the mother.

Protect Scully.

The end....