From: Erinstone1@aol.com

Conhouse II - Chapter 1
ErinStone1@AOL.com
Rated: R
Spoilers: none
Category: Scully/Slash
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Disclaimer: The only characters belonging to me in this series are the 
Conhouse's, respectively: Lena, Steve, Judy and Wanda. The rest are not mine 
and I make $ 0.00 on this story.

Summary: Part Two of the original Conhouse series. 
All parts are archived here:  http://www.angelfire.com/sc/scullypage


Author's notes: This story will make very little sense to those who haven't 
read the original Conhouse story. I will try to make it a little more 
understandable by giving a brief synopsis of where the story picks up.

Conhouse II picks up with Mulder in his apartment. He is unaware that Mr. 
Conhouse has given his life in order for his daughter, Lena, to come back. 
Scully, however, is aware of this. Mulder thinks that Scully is still at her 
mother's house when in reality she's been to Lena's lake house.


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Mulder drifted in and out of a restless sleep for nearly two hours. Towards 
the end of the second hour his head had begun to pound. He was up briefly to 
take some aspirin, then he resumed his position on the couch. 

He considered calling Mrs. Scully to check on his partner's condition, but 
then thought better of it having realized that he'd called her only four or 
so hours ago. Nothing could have changed in the time. He stared blankly at 
his apartment wall and thought of Scully laying in her childhood bed. Her 
grief was evident on her face even as she slept. 

Nausea rolled in his stomach as he remembered the RV park.  "She's gone 
Scully. She wouldn't use the gun."   He heard his own voice tell her·  "He 
killed her."  Scully had collapsed in his arms. 

And then the message on his answering machine just this morning;  "Mr. 
Mulder, this is Judy Conhouse·"

He felt for her. She had to tell an answering machine that her husband had 
died of a heart attack, alone, in his dead daughter's lake house.

And could he please call her back?

Absolutely not. No offense intended, Mrs. Conhouse, but if I hear one more 
word I will scream until I'm dead. OR, better yet, I'll drive to Mrs. 
Scully's, shoot Dana as she sleeps and then lay myself down right next to her 
and put a bullet into my own head. Because to be perfectly fucking honest 
that sounds much better than laying here doing nothing...

· or getting up and not having Scully and Lena with me ·

· losing what was turning out to be the most honest, unconditional and 
exquisite family I have ever hoped to have ·

· spending endless days with a sister I've looked for my entire life, who, as 
it turns out is WHITE TRASH and quite possibly even MORE fucked up than I am ·

Then he found himself speaking aloud, "Am I still one of your 'favorites' Mr. 
Conhouse?" He chuckled a little as he imagined Steve saying, "No Fox, you're 
just a little too fucked up for the likes of me now. Try and get a grip son."

"I don't think so sir - I'm a little beyond that now." He shut his eyes and 
drifted off to sleep. 


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