TITLE:    SEEING DOUBLE
AUTHOR:   DONNILEE
E-MAIL:   donnilee@snet.net
RATING:   NC-17
CATEGORY: MSR - XF/RSD CROSSOVER
KEYWORDS: Angst, Anal Sex
DISCLAIMER:  Nope. Not mine.
SPOILERS: END GAME, HERRENVOLK, TALITHA CUMI, CLOSURE, 
THE SIXTH EXTINCTION 1 & 2, EMILY, SMALL POTATOES
TIMELINE: Near the end of Season 7.  No Requiem.

DEDICATION:  I'd like to dedicate this one to FatCat, my beta reader 
who encourages me constantly and fixes all my boo-boos.  Thanks for 
being there.  Means more than you'll ever know.

SUMMARY:  Mulder is accused of something he didn't do.  Fearing 
clones and alien bounty hunters, it leads Mulder and Scully to someone 
they never knew existed.

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PART 1 (PG-13)
GEORGETOWN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
THIRD FLOOR 
FRIDAY - 3:00 PM

"It's not mine, Scully," I hissed through my teeth.   We were standing in a 
hospital corridor and I didn't want to make a scene here.

She looked at me with such sad eyes I felt my heart fall into my stomach.  
She didn't believe me.  "Mulder, everything points that way.  Why are you 
denying this?" she asked softly.
 
"I am NOT lying to you," I said, realizing that's what she really was 
thinking.  "Can we go somewhere and talk about this?"  She hesitated.  
"Please, Scully.  I don't know what the explanation is but I swear to you," 
I said, swallowing around the lump in my throat.  "IT'S.  NOT.  MINE."

She took a deep breath and said, "Don't you want to be with her and the 
baby?"

I looked at her and shook my head.  "No, I want to be with YOU."

"Not very noble of you, Mulder," she said sadly.

I gritted my teeth, took her by the arm and marched her into the waiting 
room a few feet down the hall.  Skinner looked up from where he sat in a 
chair in the corner.  "Get out," I barked.

He stood and glared at me.  Scully gave me a look of disgust and shook 
my hold off her arm.  "Mulder!"

"I'm sorry, Sir.  Could you excuse us for a minute?" I asked, barely 
suppressing my frustration.  I wanted to explode, but knew I had to keep 
my cool if Scully was going to listen, really listen, to me.

He nodded curtly without saying a word.  He gave me a look of disgust 
and walked out, letting the door swing shut behind him.

"That was rude," Scully said.

"Yeah, well, I'm not feeling very magnanimous right now.  I don't know 
what the fuck is going on.  Someone is trying to pin this on me, and 
doing a damn good job, I might add.  If they are trying to drive a wedge 
between us, I'd say they're accomplishing their goal, wouldn't you?"

She plopped down in a chair and I began to pace.  "What am I supposed 
to think, Mulder?  The woman identified you the minute you walked in 
there."

I spun and stared at her, feeling a tear fall down my face and doing 
nothing to stop it.  Her face softened briefly but then I watched the mask 
drop down again.  "What are you supposed to think, Scully?  I'll TELL 
you what you're supposed to think.  You're SUPPOSED to give me, your 
partner, your BEST FRIEND, the benefit of the doubt.  You're 
SUPPOSED to want empirical evidence like you do for every other 
damned thing in our lives.  You're SUPPOSED to help me figure out 
what is going on here.  INNOCENT until proven guilty, remember that 
one, Scully?  Or has that totally fucking escaped you?" I finished, 
practically yelling now.

Her indifferent expression vanished and her lower lip trembled.  I 
swallowed around another lump of tears that threatened and blinked 
rapidly.  I looked her in the eye and said, "I need you, Scully.  I need you 
on this.  I need you to help me.  You KNOW ME.  How can you think I'd 
lie about this?"

I couldn't look at her anymore and spun around.  I paced over to stand as 
far away from her as I could get, braced my hands on the wall, and 
stared at the water stain on the wallpaper.  I hung my head and closed 
my eyes tightly.  A moment later her hand fell on my shoulder and I 
winced.  I heard her sigh.  "Somebody got her pregnant, Mulder," she 
said softly.

It was her way of saying she was going to give me the benefit of the 
doubt.  It wasn't absolution.  It wasn't saying that she believed me, but it 
was something and right now, I'd take what I could get.  I pulled my right 
hand off the wall and placed it over hers on my shoulder.  "Will you help 
me find out who?" I asked quietly.  "Or am I on my own with this?"

I turned slowly and looked down into her earnest face.  "I'm with you, 
Mulder.  I'm sorry.  I was just shocked.  You're right, though.  We don't 
really know anything yet.  It's her word against yours.  I shouldn't have 
jumped to conclusions."

"Do you believe me?" I asked.

She looked down.  "Honestly, I don't know what to believe, Mulder."  She 
paused.  "However, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

I squeezed her hand and lowered it, clasping my fingers through hers.  
My left hand came up and I used two fingers to lift her chin.  "Look at 
me."  I waited for her eyes to meet mine.  "You know I can't lie to you 
when you look me in the eyes, don't you?"

She nodded.  I held her gaze for a few more moments.  "It's not mine, 
Scully.  I've never seen that woman before in my life.  I swear on 
Samantha's grave, it's not mine."

She took a deep breath and I watched tears pool in her eyes but they 
didn't fall.  She nodded slightly.  "I don't really have a right to be upset."

"Of course you do.  That's a big thing not to tell your partner."

She looked away and back again.  "I'm not your wife, Mulder, or your 
girlfriend.  I just didn't want to think you would keep something so 
important from me.  Considering my own infertility, you'd have to know 
something like this would be significant to me."
 
"I didn't keep it from you because it never happened," I said simply.  "I 
swear I've never seen that woman before in my life, let alone slept with 
her."

She stepped into me and I caught her up in an embrace, holding her 
cheek to my chest.  I kissed the top of her head.  "I want to talk to her," 
she said after a couple of seconds.

"Alone?"

"Yes.  I know you.  I know things about you.  If she'd been intimate with 
you, she'd know them too."

I nodded, suddenly afraid, even knowing I was innocent.  "Someone did 
a good job of setting me up, Scully."

"I know, I'm not stupid, Mulder.  I'll make arrangements with Ms. Quist to 
get a sample of the baby's blood.  We can get a DNA work up done, but 
it will take a number of days for that to return."

I nodded.  "I'm going to talk to the Gunmen, see if they can do some 
research on this woman."

"She's convinced it was you."

"Or someone that looks like me," I suggested.  "I'll have them check to 
see if Eddie Van Blundht is still in jail, too.  He's fooled people into 
believing he was me before.  It could be something more sinister, 
something our enemies have planned."

Scully stepped back and looked up at my face.  "What are you thinking?"

"We know those alien bastards can look like anyone they want to.  
You've experienced it first hand.  You thought it was me in that hotel 
room, remember?  You didn't suspect a thing until you had one me in the 
room and another me on the phone."

She gasped slightly.  "I hadn't thought of that."

I shrugged.  "It's one possibility."

She nodded.  "I'll meet you back at my place, O.K.?"

"Yeah," I said as I watched her walk back down the hall.  She was 
hurting, but she still had my back.  Her infertility was still a touchy 
subject.  Didn't she know I would never have kids with anyone but her?  
We definitely had to talk, soon.

XXXXXXXXXX
ROOM 306
FRIDAY - 4:00 PM

Jennifer Quist looked up as I entered the room.  She didn't look alarmed.  
"Hi," she said softly.

"Hello, I'm Agent Scully," I said, holding out my hand as I approached the 
bed.

She shook my hand and I sat in the chair next to the bed.  "I know.  That 
big guy, Skinner, told me."

I nodded.  "I need to ask you some questions."

"Do I need a lawyer?" she asked with a smirk.

It pissed me off.  I frowned at her.  Her smirk slid away.  "This isn't a 
laughing matter, Ms. Quist."

She smiled again but there was no mirth in it, more irony.  "Don't you 
think I know that?  Call me Jennifer, please."

I nodded, accepting her offer of a truce of sorts.  "Agent Mulder says he's 
not the father of your child.  In fact, he says that's he's never met you 
before in his life."

She blinked as her eyes filled with tears.  "Hey, I wasn't looking for 
marriage.  Maybe I even knew it wouldn't last, but I didn't think it was so 
bad he would deny ever knowing me."

"Where did you meet?" I asked, as if I believed her.

"San Diego, California."

"Really, how long ago?"

"About a year, give or take," she said with a sigh.

"I spent some time in San Diego.  Where did you meet in San Diego?"

"You lived there?"

"Navy brat," I said by way of explanation. 

She nodded.  "We met at a bookstore."

"What bookstore?"

"It's called Mystical Memories."
 
"Do you know what month it was?"

"January, it was cold.  I saw him reading some book on alien abductees' 
case studies.  I laughed at him and we got talking."

I swallowed a lump.  It was time to find out where Mulder was a year 
ago, I thought.  "Did you introduce yourselves?"

"Yeah, he introduced himself as Jay."

"Did he give you a last name?" I asked, thinking that that wasn't one of 
the false identities that Mulder normally used.

"Winters.  Jay Winters."

"So what happened?"  I coaxed.

"Nothing.  We talked, we laughed, and then I gave him my phone 
number and left."

"Did he say what he did for a living?"

"He said he was an architect," Jennifer stated.

"I assume he called."

"Yup, a couple weeks later.  We went out on a few dates and within two 
weeks I ended up in his bed."

"Where did he live?"

"Carmel Terrace; 11540 Windcrest Lane, San Diego, CA 92128, 
Apartment 2-D."

I scribbled down the name of the complex and the address. 
"How long did you date?"

"About three months."  

We'd be checking that out for sure.  I KNEW Mulder had not been away 
for three months total in the last five years.  "Now, Jennifer, I need to ask 
you some personal questions," I said.

"All right."

"How many times were you together?"

"Only takes once," she joked.  Seeing I wasn't amused, she said, "I don't 
know, ten or twelve times."

"Then what happened?"

He just stopped calling me and he didn't answer my phone calls.  I would 
go there and knock and no one would answer.  I contacted the landlord 
and he said that he hadn't seen him in weeks, but his rent was paid for 
the next six months.

I found out I was pregnant and decided he simply wouldn't want to know.  
He obviously didn't want to date anymore.  So I more or less wrote him 
off, but then the closer I came to having the baby, the more it bugged 
me.  I figured he deserved to know, even if it meant I'd have to handle 
the rejection.  I went to the firm where he had said he worked, and they 
told me he'd taken a leave of absence a few weeks before and they 
hadn't seen him since."

"That's strange."

"Yes, it was."

"What led you here?"

"I got pregnant," she said sarcastically.  

I sighed.  I supposed I couldn't blame her for being upset, but so was I.  I 
couldn't let her know that though. I was a professional.  I could do this.

"I mean what made you look for him here in D.C.?" I asked, rephrasing 
the question.

She swallowed.  "I asked the guys he worked with if he had any relatives.  
I was really pregnant by then and they must have felt sorry for me.  They 
pulled his personal file and said that he listed a Teena Mulder as his 
emergency contact while he was gone and she lived on Martha's 
Vineyard."

I had to visibly stiffen in order not to gasp.  This was looking more and 
more like a set up.  "And?" I asked, barely able to say that one word.

"And I went to Martha's Vineyard, thinking this Teena was just another 
woman that he'd taken up with."

"What did you find out?"

"I found out that Teena Mulder was dead.  When I showed his picture 
around, the neighbors said his name wasn't Jay Winters, it was Fox 
Mulder, his mother was Teena, and he was an FBI agent in Washington, 
D.C."

"You'd never met any of his family on the West Coast?"

"No, but he'd told me his father was dead, and his mother's name was 
Brooke Winters, hence me not thinking Teena was his mother, but 
another woman he'd gone to visit."

"You have a picture?"

She nodded.   "Yeah, just one."

"Here?  With you?" I asked.

She nodded and pointed to the bedside table.  "My purse is in there.  
Could you get it for me?"

I nodded and bent over, opening the bottom of the rolling bedside table 
and pulled out the black leather purse.  She set it gingerly on her lap.  
Having given birth less than 12 hours ago, I was surprised she wasn't 
asleep right now.  She pulled out a wallet and flipped it open to the 
picture section.  She carefully extracted a picture and held it out to me.

I couldn't suppress the gasp that came out of me this time.  It was him.  It 
was Mulder, smiling, with his arm around her shoulders, dressed in blue 
jeans and a blue tee shirt.  The errant lock of hair falling across his 
forehead made him look casual, wind tossed, and carefree.  It was a look 
I had never seen on Mulder's face.  He was so serious all the time.  He 
rarely laughed and if he did it was usually in response to something 
ironic or sarcastic.  It was never the carefree laughter of a man who was 
happy with his life.  I felt a stab of envy as I looked at the picture.  "May I 
get a copy of this made?" I whispered.

She hesitated.  "Yes, if you promise to bring it back.  It's the only picture 
of him I have.  Someday I'll want to show it to his son."

Son, that was a dreadful word.  Son.  It was the one thing that I couldn't 
give Mulder, a child.  That always came up whenever I thought about 
advancing my relationship with Mulder.  Could he have deceived me like 
this?  Would he have hidden something like this to protect my feelings?  
Was it possible?  According to her story, he'd dated her for at least three 
months.  Mulder hadn't taken a vacation in years.  It didn't make sense.  
He might have had a case out there, but if it was only a year ago, where 
was I?  Why wasn't I with him?  If he had been gone for over a month, I 
would have demanded to know where he was.  Did he own an apartment 
in San Diego that he'd never told me about?

This was all so confusing.  I wanted to believe him.  He looked so sincere 
when he insisted that this child wasn't his.  I honestly didn't know what to 
think.  I cleared my throat.  "Just a couple more questions and then I'll 
leave you alone."

She nodded.  "We're getting to the personal ones now?"

I nodded.  "If you've been intimate then you would know what his naked 
body looks like."

She smiled.  This time it was wistful.  "Yes, I do," she said.

"Any distinguishing features?"

"He has a mole on his left cheek and a small brown birthmark the size of 
a dime on his right hip."

I'd seen that birthmark on Mulder.  I was feeling a little light headed and 
took a deep breath to steady myself before asking, "Anything else?"

She blushed and looked down.

"If it will help us to find out who is telling the truth, Jennifer, it behooves 
you to tell me.  I know this isn't a comfortable thing, but we need to get to 
the bottom of this."

"It's embarrassing," she said finally looking up at me.

"I know."

"No, I mean, what we did, it was embarrassing."

"What's that?"

"I was teasing him one night about how ... well endowed he was, and he 
laughed.  When I asked him how big he was, he said he'd never 
measured it.  I naturally didn't believe him.  I mean, every guy measures 
their equipment, right?  So I teased him until he gave in.  I went and got 
a tape measure and then excited him."

I swallowed, not wanting to know how she did that.  The thought of my 
mouth around Mulder's cock flashed through my mind and I nearly 
choked, clearing my throat loudly.  She obviously thought I was 
embarrassed by the conversation and smiled.  I waved a hand to indicate 
that she should go on.

"He definitely has a distinct feature there," she said quietly.

I finally found the courage to lift my eyes and look her in the face.  She 
was blushing slightly but in control.  "How distinct?" I asked, 
embarrassed that it came out as a whisper.  I'd always wondered.

"He's eight inches long and he's," she paused.  "He's thick, over two 
inches wide."

I did choke then as I tried to swallow my saliva.  She was truly grinning 
now as I licked my lips.  "Sorry," I croaked out.

She chuckled.  "Yeah, huh?"

When I composed myself, I asked, "Any other distinguishing features?"

"Like what?"

"Scars, tattoos, anything like that?" I suggested.

"No, nothing like that."

"No scars?"

"Not that I noticed anyway.  If he had any, they were small.  His body 
was as close to perfection as you could get.  In my opinion, anyway," she 
added.

"Would you allow us to do some blood and DNA testing to determine 
paternity?" I asked.

She was silent a moment and then said, "Yes, I have no doubts."

"Okay, I guess that's it for now.  Thank you for your cooperation," I said 
as I stood up.  I held out my hand towards her bag, offering to put it away 
for her before I left.

She nodded and handed it to me.  She said, "Will he come see me?"

I looked at her and hesitated.  "I don't know."

"Tell him I wish he would."

"When are you being released?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"Where will you go?"

"Back to the hotel, I guess.  I'm staying at the Marriott in downtown D.C."

"I'll see if I can talk him into coming to see you."

She nodded, and said, "Thanks.  I'm tired now.  I think I'll rest."

"You do that."



PART 2 (R)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FRIDAY - 6:00 PM

It took me an hour to get home because I drove around for a while 
thinking.  Some things made sense and others didn't.  Something was 
definitely off here but I couldn't grab onto what it was.

I finally put my key in the lock to my door.  I knew he was there already.  
I'd seen his car outside.  He was sitting on the couch.  His feet were on 
the coffee table, and he'd taken his shoes off.  He had stripped off his 
jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.  He was reclining 
slightly, wearing his glasses and reading something.

He looked up when I entered and I was struck by how handsome he 
was.  I tore my gaze away and hung up my coat, pulling off my suit coat 
and draping it over the end of the sofa.  He patted the cushion next to 
him but I sat in the recliner across from him and flipped up the footrest.

"Must be bad," he said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you won't sit next to me," he said, looking hurt.

I sighed.  "Just give me a minute, O.K.?"

He nodded.  "Want something to drink?" he asked.

I said, "I'll have some iced tea too," I responded blandly, eyeing his glass 
on the coffee table.  He slid the computer print out onto the table and got 
up, heading for the kitchen.

I watched him go.  His expression had been grim, and he wasn't walking 
right.  Then I realized what it was.  His shoulders were slumped as if 
carrying a great weight.  Mulder rarely slouched.  It was one of the 
attractive things about him.  Despite his height, he always stood up 
straight and tall.  I felt a bolt of sadness go through me.

He returned and handed me the glass, taking his seat on the couch 
again.  He put one arm on the armrest and the other over the back of the 
couch and waited patiently for me to begin.

"She says she met you in a bookstore called Mystical Memories reading 
a book on alien abductions," I began.

He scrunched his brow.  "I've never heard of it," he immediately 
protested. 

I held up a hand to indicate that he should stop.  "Let me finish, please."

He nodded and looked away.  "She gave me an address that this person 
said was where he lived.  She'd been there, and he said he was an 
architect."

Now Mulder really looked puzzled.  I could tell he wanted to say 
something, but was holding back.  I pulled out my pad and tore off the 
page with the address.  "Let's have the Gunmen run that address," I said 
and I held it out.  

He stood up and took it from my outstretched hand and then sat back 
down staring oddly at it.  "What else?"

"She said you only dated for about three months and you had her in bed 
in two weeks."

He smiled but there was no amusement in his eyes.  "In my dreams."

I ignored that comment and said, "She went on to say how you 
disappeared, wouldn't return her phone calls, and took a leave of 
absence from work.  Finally, your employer gave her your emergency 
contact name."

"Who?" he asked, sitting up straighter, suddenly interested.

"Teena Mulder of Martha's Vineyard."  I said, watching his reaction 
carefully.

He gasped.  "It's impossible!"

"That's how she found you.  She went there and the neighbors told her 
your real name and that you worked in D.C. as an FBI agent.  She 
thought Teena was another woman, but quickly found out it was your late 
mother.  She said that didn't jive because he'd told her his mother's 
name was Brooke Winters and she was from San Diego.  She called the 
Bureau and the rest is history."

"Scully, it's impossible.  Of all the people I might put as an emergency 
contact, my mother would be the last person."

"She gave me a picture, Mulder," I said quietly.

He just stared at me, suddenly gone still.  Finally he said, "May I see it?"

I put the footrest down, and got up.  I picked up my jacket and reached 
into the pocket.  I carefully withdrew the picture and walked over to him, 
looking down at him.  He held out his hand and I gave it to him.

He gasped loudly.  "Jesus!"

"That was my reaction, too.  If that's not you, Mulder, who is it?"

"I don't know!"

I shook my head.  "Come on, Mulder."

"It's not me, Scully!  I SWEAR!" he cried out.  "It's a set up.  I don't know 
why, but it's a set up.  Can I have the guys check this for authenticity?  I 
mean, maybe someone put my head on this body or something.

I couldn't believe he was even suggesting it, but he seemed truly 
agitated.  The question was if he was upset because he was looking at a 
clone of himself, or if he was upset because I was catching him in a lie.  I 
wanted so much to believe him.  He had no idea just how much.  The 
evidence, while still very conflicting, was mounting against him though 
and I truly didn't know how I felt about it.  "It's possible, but I have to 
make a copy and give this back to her.  That was the terms of her letting 
me take it.  She said it's her only picture of her son's father."

He looked up me, clearly confused.  Either he was truly confused or he 
was a brilliant actor.  Although I knew Mulder could put on a good show, 
he was right.  When I looked into his eyes, I always knew when he was 
lying.  "I don't understand this, Scully.  I don't know why someone would 
do this to me.  What's the point?  To try and tie me down, thinking I'd 
accept this and leave the X-Files?  Leave you?  Then they don't know 
me very well."

He had a point.  This was a bizarre way to get to Mulder, if that was 
indeed what was happening.  Then again, I knew of his unspoken desire 
for a family and his despair at being the last Mulder.  If someone was 
framing him, WHO was trying to get to him?  I cleared my throat and 
returned to the recliner while he gently laid the picture on the table as if it 
were going to blow up.  "Something's bugging me," I said suddenly.

"What?" he asked.  

"I don't know.  Give me a minute."  I laid my head back and closed my 
eyes.

I tried to replay our conversation but no matter how hard I tried, the 
vision of a thick, eight-inch penis kept coming across my mindscape and 
I couldn't think.  Distinct feature, indeed.  Damn it.  That was too much 
information.  Was Mulder really that big?  Oh God, what would it feel 
like?  I shuddered and clamped down on that line of thought.  I wasn't 
going to get me anywhere.  How was I going to check?  Walk up to him 
and say, 'Gee Mulder, can I give you a blowjob, and then measure your 
dick?'  Yeah, right.  That would go over good.  Then again, maybe it 
wasn't such a bad idea.  No!  I had to put this out of my head.

"Scully?" he asked tentatively.

I opened my eyes, and it came to me.  "Wait a minute.  I asked her if you 
had any distinguishing features."

"What did she say?"

"She said you had a dime size, brown birthmark on your right hip.  

He looked down, seeing all the puzzle pieces falling into place against 
him.  I could read it on his face and actually see his frustration.  "I do 
have that, but it's my left hip," he said. 

"Maybe she meant her right.  I know about the birthmark, but when I 
asked her if you had any tattoos or scars, she said no, not that she 
noticed.  In fact, she said, 'His body was as close to perfection as you 
could get' ... in her opinion," I muttered.
 
His head shot up and he looked at me.  He stood up abruptly and began 
unbuttoning his shirt.  

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

He finished unbuttoning it and ripped it off his back.  I nearly gasped as 
his broad chest was revealed.  Holy shit, he'd been working out.  How did 
I miss this?  His arms were bigger than I remembered, his biceps well 
defined and his pecs had definition that was new.  His abdomen was 
rippled, showing off six-pack abs.  I swallowed hard and forced myself to 
drag my eyes away from his navel and upwards to his face.  

He flashed a quick smile but suppressed it and pointed to his shoulder.  
There it was.  The big, white, smooth patch of skin where I'd shot him 
was prominent on his shoulder.  It was no longer red and angry, but it 
was an obvious scar, the size of a quarter.  Slowly he turned and pointed 
to his side, where another scar ran along his ribcage.  It was not as 
obvious as the bullet wound, but it was a good four inches long and thin, 
but still clearly visible.  

He reached for his belt buckle and I held up a hand.  "I get the point, 
Mulder."

He did smile then.  "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

I bit down on a retort.  "No!" I said a little too quickly.

His smile widened.  "Are you sure?" he asked, sounding innocent.

"I get the point, Mulder.  You have obvious scars."

"There's one on my thigh.  You want to see how obvious it is."

"I know how obvious it is.  I've seen you naked," I blurted out.

He turned up the power on his smile and flashed me that toothy one that 
always made my stomach do an annoying little flip-flop.  "Not lately," he 
teased.

I snorted.  "Why are you so eager to disrobe in front of me?  Want to 
show off your new and improved body by Nautilus?" I asked.  Then I 
closed my eyes and sighed, realizing what I'd just said.  I'd admitted that 
I had noticed.  He sat back down without putting his shirt back on and 
sprawled carelessly, his arms over the back of the couch, as if displaying 
himself.

He was quiet for a few minutes and said, "I'm glad you noticed."

I opened my eyes and met his.  He was staring at me.  Even in this dim 
light I could see his eyes go black.  His breathing increased slightly, 
made more obvious by the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt to hide the 
motion of his chest.  "What's the point?" I asked.

"The point is that YOU are the only one I want to notice changes in my 
body."

"What?" I asked, confused.

He licked his lips.  "I wasn't with that woman, Scully, no matter what it 
looks like.  I haven't wanted another woman in YEARS."

"Another woman?" I squeaked.  "What do you mean?"

He raised his eyebrows as if to ask, 'You don't know?'  When he realized 
I didn't, he said, "Come on, Scully."

"Come on, what?"

"Don't play dumb with me.  This isn't the time."

"I'm not playing dumb with you.  I have no idea what the hell you are 
talking about!" I nearly shouted.

He stood up and approached my chair.  I pushed the footrest down so 
that I could stand up, not wanting to get trapped there.  I wasn't quick 
enough, though.  He arrived, put his hands on the armrest of the recliner 
and boxed me in.  He leaned down, forcing me to slowly sit back against 
the cushion.  I leaned back until I was pressing my head into the back of 
the chair and could go no further.  My hands gripped the arms of the 
chair in a death grip that turned my knuckles white.  His hands slid up 
over mine and I felt heat and electricity bolt up my arms and settle in my 
chest.  

He kept coming closer and I gasped and said, "What are you doing?"

He was bending at the waist, nearly in half as he brought his face level 
with mine.  His lips were an inch away and he licked them, drawing my 
gaze.  When I raised my eyes I found him staring at me again, his pupils 
dilated.  So softly, I almost couldn't hear him, he said, "I haven't wanted 
another woman in years.  You know exactly what I'm talking about."

I shook my head slightly.  "No, I," I began.

He smiled, interrupting me.  "Scully, let me lay it out for you."

"No, that's not necessary," I breathed out, feeling my body begin to 
betray me and react to him being so close.  His naked chest only inches 
away.  My fingers itched to touch him.

"Yes, I think it is.  I'll spell it out for you, if you insist on playing dense 
about this."

"I'm not dense!" I bit out, instantly insulted and reacting to the fear that 
was welling up inside me.

"No, normally you're not dense.  You're brilliant, you're compassionate, 
and you're capable, reliable, and loyal."

My mouth dropped open hearing all these compliments.  

He paused a mere second or two and said, "You're also beautiful and 
incredibly sexy, no matter how hard you try to bury it under those stark, 
Donna Karen suits.  I see you, Scully.  I see the woman inside that you 
try to hide.  She's beautiful to me, she always has been.  I haven't 
wanted another woman in years Scully because I've wanted YOU for 
YEARS."

I gasped.  "No!  That can't be.  You're just saying that to get out of this, to 
make me believe the lie!" In desperation I reached up and put my hands 
on his bare shoulders, intending to push him away.  I might as well have 
been pushing on a wall.

"No," he said, not moving.  Then he dropped his head and laid his mouth 
over mine.

I gasped again in surprise, not thinking he would take it this far.  He'd 
never done this before, been this bold.  What the hell was going on?  
What was he trying to hide with this stunt?  Well, it wasn't going to work 
on me!

He slid his tongue inside my mouth and moaned as our tongues touched 
and he pulled on my lips.  An unwanted moan crept out of my mouth and 
echoed into the cavern of his.  

Then again, maybe it would work.  I should have protested.  I should 
have pushed him away.  If I had, I know he would have stopped.  For 
some reason, I was frozen, unable to act.  Once his lips touched mine, I 
couldn't think anymore.  It was frightening me.  

I wrenched my mouth away.  "Mulder, please don't do this."

"What?  Don't kiss you?  Don't love you?  Sorry, too late, Scully," he said.  
He stepped to the side, slid his arms under my legs and around my back 
and scooped me right out of the chair as if I weighed nothing.

"Put me down!" I demanded, even as my arms reached up to grab onto 
his neck for support.  He didn't say a word, just kept walking, right down 
the hall.

Into my bedroom.  Oh, Sweet Jesus!  What was happening here?  I had 
to stop this.  He sat me down on the bed and started working on the 
buttons of my blouse. 

I grabbed his hands and he stopped, for a second staring deep into my 
eyes, then brushed my hands away and finished unbuttoning my blouse.  
He peeled it back off my shoulders and pulled it out of my slacks.

I began to breathe heavily.  Why now?  I'd wanted him for so long.  I 
honestly didn't think that he thought of me that way.  I wasn't his type.  
Jennifer Quist was his type.  She was tall, brunette, sporting DD cup 
breasts and long legs.

"Mulder, why?"

He stopped in the act of unzipping my slacks.  "I love you," he said 
simply.  "I'm sick of your doubt.  I'm sick of not telling you.  I need for you 
to believe me about Jennifer.  I need you to believe that there is no one 
else for me, Scully."

"I believe you!" I blurted.  

He knelt down and pulled my pumps off.  He shook his head and yanked 
my pants down and off my legs, tossing them to the side.  His hands slid 
up my calf and hooked onto my knee high.  He rolled it down and pulled 
it off, repeating the procedure with the other one.  I was now in only my 
cream bra and matching panties. 

He stared at me and pushed gently on my shoulder until I was lying 
down.  I watched as he took off his socks, and unbuckled his belt, then 
removed his pants.  He stood in nothing but boxer briefs, sporting a huge 
tent from his impressive erection.  It looked massive and heavy as it 
strained against the cotton knit fabric.

It was then her words came back to me.  I gulped.  "Mulder, I don't want 
to do this for the wrong reasons, to prove a point to me."

"I'm not.  I love you.  Is that the wrong reason?"

"No, but you just said you want to prove something to me!"

"Yes, I do.  That I love you."

His hand reached behind my back and lifted me slightly.  With a flick of 
his wrist and fingers, he had my bra unhooked.  'Neat trick,' I thought. 

He ripped it away and stared at my breasts before moving to hook his 
fingers into my panties.  "Lift," he said.

I did.  God help me, I did.  He slid them off and sucked in a breath as 
they fell down my legs and onto the floor from my dangling feet.  He slid 
his hands up my calves and then up the inside of my upper thighs.  I 
gasped.  "Mulder, we should talk about this."

He shook his head again.  "No more talking.  I'm showing you now.  It's 
time.  I've fantasized about this for years.  I'm not waiting any more."

"Mulder, please, listen to me."

He nodded to indicate he was listening, but proceeded to push his briefs 
down his legs and let them fall.  I gasped again as his cock sprung up 
and out.  Oh my God, he was huge.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "She said you were well endowed."

He smiled.  "Really?"

He stepped into me and used his hands to separate my knees.  He then 
hooked his arms under my armpits and slid me up the bed and so I was 
lying straight with my head on a pillow.  He climbed onto the bed on all 
fours and straddled me.  He leaned back until he was kneeling, his ass 
on his heels, and began to stroke himself.

I fisted the comforter and said, "She even gave me measurements."

His eyebrows shot up then.  "How big am I?" he asked nonchalantly.

I swallowed.  "Eight inches long, over two wide," I blurted out.

He smiled.  "I never measured it," he said.

"That's what she said you told her, too," I said, hearing the tears in my 
voice.  He stopped stroking himself and his face became serious.

"Somebody is impersonating me, Scully.  I don't know who it is.  We'll 
figure it out, tomorrow, though.  Tomorrow.  Tonight you're going to find 
out just how much I love you."

No more words were spoken for long minutes as he kissed me 
everywhere, staring at my lips and moving down.  I found kissing Mulder 
to be one of most sensual experiences of my life to date.  When he 
accosted my breasts and suckled my nipples, I thought I was going to 
explode from the wash of heat that flooded my body.  I felt his hefty cock, 
resting between my legs and my insides spasmed with want.


PART 3 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C. 

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I knew without looking that I was leaking precum all over her as I slid 
down her body and rubbed my throbbing cock on her skin.  I felt the 
springy hairs of her mound and ground into her, smearing my precum all 
around and finally finding her clit and pressing against it, rocking back 
and forth. 

She groaned and I suckled her breast again and slid one arm under her 
ass pulling her against me.

Her legs spread wider and I let go of her ass, sliding my hand around her 
thigh.  I used my fingers to separate the slippery folds of her juncture.  
She was leaking all over my fingers and I moaned, realizing that she was 
just as excited as I was.  "So wet for me," I mumbled.  "God, I've 
imagined making you wet for me."

My cock found her entrance with no help from me and I rubbed it against 
her warm, wet lips, letting the head part them slightly.  I thought my 
knees would give out at the feel of her soft nether lips sliding around my 
cock.

I pressed inside and we both moaned as we both felt her little body 
stretch to accommodate me.  She looked so small lying underneath me.  
I had been working out and my added bulk made our size difference 
even more prominent.  I leaned forward on my hands, my knees still on 
the bed, and looked down.  I had just the head and maybe an inch inside 
her.  My penis looked huge and I wondered if it could fit inside her 
without hurting her.

I sank slowly into her, feeling my eyes slide closed and then roll back in 
my head.  I'd had some tight fucks in my past, but this was truly unreal 
and amazing.  She was gasping for air.  Her hands came up to grip my 
shoulders and I felt the bite of her fingernails as she squeezed her 
fingers.  I slid forward a bit more.  I was only in about half way and I 
leaned farther down, taking my weight on my elbows and letting my legs 
unfold from their kneeling position until I was sprawled on top of her.

I groaned and pushed in another inch deeper, feeling her velvet walls 
ripple around me.  We both froze and panted as I backed up a little and 
then, at her nod, slid into her to the hilt until I was finally fully seated 
inside her, pressing into her cervix.  "Oh fuck, you fill me so full," she 
groaned.

I began stroking in and out of her slowly, watching her face closely.  I 
dropped all my defenses and let her see me, really see me, making love 
to her.  

I tilted my hips, making sure to hit her little bundle of nerves.  She met 
me thrust for thrust and began to toss her head on the pillow.  She was 
flushed and beautiful.  I wished I knew what was going on in her head.  
"Scully, look at me," I croaked out.

Her eyes jolted open and I gazed into their bottomless depths.  I saw 
love there, along with arousal.  I also saw a touch of fear and uncertainty.  
That just wouldn't do.  I know I had said I was through talking, but 
perhaps she needed to hear me say things.

"Scully, I love you," I said softly.  I stroked slowly in and out wanting it to 
last, feeling her tight walls grip me and shudder as I pressed against her 
clitoris.  "Wanted this with you for so long, wanted to be inside you.  I've 
dreamed about it."

She moaned and I stroked.

"I masturbated thinking about you touching me and had some of the 
hardest orgasms of my life," I whispered into her ear.

She moaned and I stroked.

"I'd imagine what it would feel like to be inside your tight body.  It's better 
than I imagined, Scully.  It's exquisite, God, you feel so fucking good."

She moaned and I stroked.  

"I'd go home, lay on my couch and imagine your sexy, pouting lips 
wrapped around my dick, sucking me dry."

She moaned and I stroked.

Without realizing it, I had sped up and was stroking steadily, pulling 
almost all the way out and sliding back in, pressing deep until I crushed 
her mound between us.  She began to whimper and I encouraged her.  
"Yeah, baby.  Come on, come for me.  Let me feel it.  Dreamed of this 
too, of feeling you come on my cock.  Oh yeah, take it deep, Scully.  Let 
go for me.  Always wanted to make you come.  Oh GOD!" I shouted, as 
she began to climax.  

I bit my lip to keep from coming, determined to make this good for her.

XXXXXXXXXX

Despite my misgivings, I'd never wanted another man the way I wanted 
Mulder.  Hearing him profess his love for me had shattered all my 
defenses.  He slid into me with a cruel lack of haste that drove me nearly 
insane.  He was slowly but forcefully easing his enormous cock inside of 
me.  The feeling was out of this world.  I felt every inch of his thick shaft 
as it cleaved into me, stretching me as it went.  Finally after readjusting 
so he was lying on top of me, he groaned and forced the rest of his 
gigantic erection up inside me with one burning rush.  I felt it press 
against the entrance to my womb with every thrust and my lips stretch 
around the thick base, which felt wide as a lamppost.  It felt like it was up 
in my stomach.

He ground into me again, whispering into my ear.  It felt so good that I 
couldn't even form a coherent thought.  He was repeatedly withdrawing 
his cock almost fully, only to bury it to the hilt in one, long thrust that 
enabled me to feel the full length each time he pressed into me.  I felt the 
premonitory twitches in my thighs.  He thrust harder and a little faster 
and I felt my clit shudder and swell.  His balls slapped my ass.  My pussy 
felt clogged and sticky with syrup of my own arousal.  He drove me crazy 
whispering his fantasies into my ear.

My body shuddered from the impact of his cock and the pleasure it was 
bringing me.  I was pushed over the edge with an alarmingly short 
amount of time.  He let out a bass moan of pure ecstasy and I felt his 
cock twitch and spasm as he held it inside as I quivered around him.  He 
didn't come though, and for that I was equally grateful and amazed.  I 
didn't want this to end yet.

Every hard, steady thrust sent a minor explosion through my abdomen 
and threatened to make me come again as the shock waves of arousal 
rippled through me.  Oh, God save me, the man could FUCK.  I'd never 
felt passion like this and when he told me to look at him, I'd seen all his 
love and respect and awe reflected in his face.  

I felt tiny lying under his large, muscular body.  His hips had my legs 
spread very wide and I curled them over onto his back, trying to meet his 
thrusts.  My cunt was stretched deliciously over this thick shaft and the 
sensations occasionally bordered on pain but never hurt.  

He was whispering again, "Yeah, so fucking tight.  So snug in here, 
Scully.  Feels so good, like your sucking on my cock."

A few more strokes and I convulsed and came again, feeling the big 
flared head of his cock scrape my tight walls and then bump into my 
tender cervix.  My hips left the bed and I shrieked.  One of his hands 
found my nipple as I was coming down and pinched lightly, twirling it with 
just the right amount of pressure and I was off again, feeling my walls 
collapse around his monstrous cock.

I squirmed and adjusted so I could look between us and watch him flow 
in and out of my body, coated liberally with my own juices.  My body was 
on fire as he fucked me relentlessly.  He had sped up some but was still 
thrusting steadily and deeply into to me until he'd buried every mouth-
watering inch.  I put my hand on my stomach and swore I could feel it 
ripping into me and bulging out the wall of my flat abdomen.

"Love you.  I'm finally making love to you.  Can't believe it.  You're mine 
now.  I'm gonna make love to you every chance I get."

Making love.  Not fucking.  Making love.  My eyes found his again and I 
saw the truth of his words.  He loved me.  How could I have doubted 
him?  I let my feelings show in my eyes.  I tried to telegraph to him how 
much I loved him, even though finding the ability to speak at this moment 
was more than I could accomplish. I felt the head of his cock swelling to 
the point where it was pushing hard against my womb's entrance as he 
held it still inside me.  "Hold still," he ground out.

I realized he was trying not to come and obliged him.  I didn't know how 
much more I could take, but I knew I wanted to take whatever he could 
dish out.  My hands were trembling as they ran over the corded muscles 
of his back.  I watched his stomach muscles ripple with the effort of 
holding back. 

Finally he relaxed with an explosion of breath and pulled his legs a little 
higher on the bed for leverage.  He wasn't kneeling as before but his 
knees were pressing into the mattress, and his ass was raised high, just 
the head of his cock teasing the lips of my vagina.

I knew I had the soft glow of one that has been well and truly fucked.  
The aftershocks of my third orgasm were still snaking through me.  

"Even when I take you hard, I'm loving you, Scully," he growled.  "

"Oh Christ," I whimpered.

"You want it hard, baby?  Huh?  You want me to fuck your brains out?  
I've fantasized about that too, not just making tender love to you.  I've 
dreamed about both.  You want it hard and fast, baby?"

"Ye, yea, yesss!" I stuttered.  How in the hell could he know everything 
that I liked and needed to find complete satisfaction?

Then he really started nailing me to the mattress, pressing deep, 
thrusting so hard he would practically bounce back out.  I screamed as 
wave after wave of pleasure hit me.  He was entering me from above, 
the angle making my clit ride the top of his cock with every stroke.  It was 
already over sensitive from my recent climax and the feeling bordered on 
pain but also thrust me into a higher level of arousal than I had ever 
experienced.  I felt like I was floating.

I began to climax and shouted wordlessly.  I knew I wasn't actually 
saying anything.  That would presume that I had any higher brain 
function available to me right now.  All I could do was feel.  I couldn't 
breathe enough to articulate anything as my whole body surrendered to 
the feelings he was digging out of me as his cock burrowed into my 
bruised pussy.  I began to feel one sharp, quick, climax after another 
rocket through me every four or five strokes and I gasped and groaned 
unable to do anything else.  I nearly passed out from the intensity of the 
orgasms, feeling my vision dim and my head spin.

"Oh yeah, feels so good to pound you.  Oh yeah, come again, and again.  
Come for me!  YEAH, OH, take it, take it, TAKE IT!"

I, Dana Scully, had totally surrendered to his passion.  I knew I would be 
a slave to his monstrous cock from this day forward and I didn't care.  If I 
could feel this way on a regular basis, I would give him anything.  He 
already had my heart, and was working on my soul.  He stroked and 
pounded brutally until I was shaking with exhaustion from my back-to-
back orgasms.  He shouted, "OH, MY BALLS ACHE!  Oh they're so 
heavy.  Gonna fill you up, baby!  Oh yeah, here it comes."

I knew he couldn't last much longer.  The loose sack that had slapped 
my ass before was now drawn up tight and felt hard as it smacked into 
me with every deep stroke.  I was so liquid now I felt like a dishrag.  I 
thought I could hear a popping sound every time his thick shaft plunged 
into me and smacked into my cervix.  Sweat poured down his neck and 
back in rivulets.  His face was a grimace of ecstasy and he grunted hard 
with every impact, staring at my breasts as they bounced back and forth 
with every hammering stroke. 

He was tearing me apart, but in such a good way.  What a way to end a 
long, dry spell.  He came with a thundering crash, screaming out in 
pleasure.  "Oh Jesus, Scully.  Oh fuck me, God, yes!  Finally!  I'm filling 
your little body so full!  

I exploded in one long, hard, convulsing orgasm as he released his 
essence into me.  My legs felt locked around him and my back was 
arching as bursts of sunlight exploded behind my eyelids.  Every nerve 
ending was on fire.  I had a loud, vibrating noise in my head.  We were 
both gasping for air.  He keep stroking as he emptied into me, seeming 
to get bigger and stiffer with every stroke.  He exploded like a cannon 
and then went limp on top of me, his nose buried in the crook of my 
neck.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

We lay there for a long while, panting and sweating on each other before 
we could catch our breath.  He finally raised his head and came back up 
on his elbows, relieving me of the weight of his torso.  Cold air rushed 
between us and I mourned the loss of his heat.  He kissed me so 
tenderly I felt tears sting the backs of my eyelids.

"I love you so much, Scully," he murmured against my lips, kissing me 
again.  "That was amazing."

"I've never felt anything like that before," I whispered.  

"Is that a good thing?" he asked.

I smiled.  "Yeah, that's a very good thing."

"You gonna want to feel it again?" he asked tentatively.

I met his gaze and realized he was still riddled with doubts.  I hadn't 
returned his sentiments.  "Yes, Mulder, I'm going to want to feel it again."

He smiled tremulously.  "I would never lie to you, Scully.  I admit there 
have been times when I simply didn't tell you something, but I've never 
lied to you.  I'm not lying to you now."

I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair and he lowered his cheek, 
nestling in between my breasts.  "I know."

"Do you?" he mumbled against me, placing a soft kiss on the side of my 
breast.  

"Yes.  I believe you, and Mulder," I added.

"Yeah?" he asked softly.

I took a deep breath.  "I love you too, Mulder."

His head shot up and he gazed into my eyes again.  He didn't hold back 
his tears and so I finally let mine go.  He smiled through his tears and 
kissed me again, deeper this time, but without passion.  This was a kiss 
of affirmation and promise.

We finally came up for air and he slid off me.  "Want to shower?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Together?" I asked saucily.

He grinned.  "Just try to keep me out," he chuckled.

I laughed as we slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

XXXXXXXXXX
THE LONE GUNMEN LAIR
ARLINGTON, VA
SATURDAY - 11:00 AM

The next day we got a break.  Scully and I stood in front of a bank of 
computers with Frohike, Langley and Byers. Langley punched some 
buttons and information came up on the screen.

NAME:  JACKSON WINTERS
NICKNAMES:  JAY, JAKE
SOCIAL SECURITY NO.:  547-78-3291
FATHER:  CAMERON EDWARD WINTERS
MOTHER:  BROOKE TAYLOR WINTERS
ADDRESS: Carmel Terrace; 11540 Windcrest Lane, San Diego, CA 
92128, Apartment 2-D.
AGE:  40
DOB:  October 13, 1961 
Birthplace:  San Diego, CA
HAIR:  DARK BROWN
EYES:  HAZEL
HEIGHT:  6'
DRIVER'S LICENSE:  Issued 1976, San Diego. CA
OCCUPATION:  Architect
EMPLOYER:  Sistern & Howell
ANNUAL INCOME:  $150,000 Annually
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  Small, tan birthmark on right hip.  Mole 
on left cheek.  Left-handed.
MARITAL STATUS:  Single, never married.
EDUCATION:  Bachelor's degree in structural engineering from Yale 
University, PhD from Princeton in Architecture.

I commented, "Well, he makes more money than I do.  That's for sure."

That brought a chuckle from everyone.  Langley looked at us and then 
back and the keyboard.  "That's not all.  Here's the shocker."

He punched another button and his picture came up on the screen above 
a picture of his fingerprints.  I just shook my head as Scully gasped.  
"That's creepy," she said.

Langley held up a finger to indicate he wasn't finished and his hands flew 
over the keyboard again.  "Now for the best part," he chuckled.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the next picture flashed on 
the screen and it exploded out of me in a rush.  It was an adoption record 
from the State of California, dated 1961.  "What the fuck?" I asked.

Langley turned and leaned his ass on the edge of the table.  "Looks like 
somebody adopted a baby in 1961.  Funny thing, he grew up to look just 
like you."

"Do you have any more on him?" Scully asked.

Langley nodded and turned back to the computer.  He began printing out 
page after page.  He turned back to us and pointed at the printer.  "You'll 
find grammar school, high school and college records in there, along with 
yearbook photos and yearly income statements since 1982.  Whoever 
this guy is, he hasn't been hiding," Langley concluded.

"This doesn't make any sense."

Scully turned to me.  "Mulder, is it at all possible that your mother had 
twins?  That you have a twin out there?"

I swallowed.  "It's looking that way, but I can't believe it.  I think I'd believe 
it was a morphed alien bounty hunter before I'd believe I've gone my 
whole life with a twin and never knew about it."

Frohike snorted.  "Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked testily.

He held up his hands in surrender.  "Just saying, you like the alien angle 
is all."

Byers gave him a disgusted look and said, "Can it, Frohike."

Frohike saluted him but remained quiet.  The printer ground to a halt and 
Langley picked up a stack of paper about a half inch thick and handed it 
to us.  "It's all there."

Scully asked, "Do you know where he is now?"

Byers shook his head.  "We're working on that.  Apparently, since he left 
his architecture firm, no one in his immediate circle has seen him."

I cleared my throat.  "I think we need to go to California and talk to some 
of these friends and neighbors.  Find out if he hinted to anyone about 
where he was going."

Scully placed her hand gently on my forearm.  I was chagrined to realize 
my hands were shaking where they clutched the pile of paper.  She 
gently pried them out of my hand and looked up into my face.  "I think we 
need to go see Jennifer."

I scowled.  "I don't want to."

"I know, but I think we have to.  We may still have to go to California, but 
she's right here in D.C. and she's being released from the hospital 
today."

I nodded, frowning, knowing there was no avoiding it.  I was going to 
have to face my accuser and I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.  I felt 
sorry for her.  Someone had obviously impregnated her and then ran off 
and left her.  While I dreamed of one day having kids, preferably with 
Scully, I knew without a doubt that this one wasn't mine.  Before 
yesterday, I had never met the woman.

"Hold on," Langley said.  He turned and began printing out another file.  
A minute went by as his laser printer spewed out pages.  It finally 
stopped and he handed it to me.

"What's this?"

"Your records.  Compare and contrast."

I nodded my thanks.  Scully managed to say, "Thanks guys.  We 
appreciate it."

"No problem," Byers answered. "We'll find him.  Don't worry."

Scully nodded at him and then followed me out the door.  Next stop, 
Georgetown Memorial Hospital.

I slid into the passenger seat of the car.  Scully raised an eyebrow but 
didn't question this uncharacteristic move from me.  She got in on the 
drivers side and adjusted the bucket seat to accommodate her tiny frame 
and started the car.  As she fastened her seatbelt, she said, "Do you 
want to go now, or would you like to go home for a bit first.  I know this is 
a shock."

I looked at her.  "No, I don't want to go home, but I need a few minutes to 
prepare myself."

XXXXXXXXXX
GEORGETOWN BAR & GRILL
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SATURDAY - 11:30 AM

We decided to have lunch first and went to the Georgetown Bar & Grill.  
He ordered a burger and fries with a side of onion rings, a heart attack 
on a plate.  I ordered a tuna melt and small garden salad.

We ate silently for a while and then I said, "I believe you, Mulder."

He looked up, chewing slowly.  After swallowing, he said, "Did you really 
believe me last night, or just now when you saw all that information on 
Jackson Winters?"

I looked at my plate and back up at him.  "I believed you last night, I 
really did, Mulder."  He nodded and resumed consuming his hamburger 
in huge bites.  "You gonna chew that or just inhale it?"

He smiled finally and chewed more slowly.  "We have to find him, Scully."

"I know."

"I'm having horrible thoughts, Scully."

"Like what?"

"Remember me telling you I saw clones of Samantha on that bee farm 
up in Canada?"

"I remember," I replied.

"What if he's a clone?" he asked quietly.

I didn't have any answer for him.



PART 4 (PG-13)
GEORGETOWN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
ROOM 306
SATURDAY - 1:00 PM

I watched Mulder carefully as we entered the hospital room.  He gave the 
woman a blank look and showed no signs of recognition.  She, on the 
other hand, looked devastated by the look he was throwing her way.  I 
pulled two chairs over to the bed and Mulder said, "I'll stand, thanks."

I frowned at him but didn't argue.  "Jennifer Quist, this is my partner, Fox 
Mulder."

Mulder held out his hand and shook hers.  She clamped on and didn't let 
go when he would have.  "Jay, why are you doing this to me?"

He yanked his hand away.  "I'm sorry, Ms. Quist, but I'm not who you 
think I am.  We do, however, think we may have figured it out."

She scrunched her brow.  The baby was in a bassinet next to the bed.  
She slid out of bed and went and picked up the child and slowly walked 
over to Mulder, obviously offering the child to him.

He looked down at her but shook his head.  She began to cry and sat 
back down on the bed, cradling the child and putting her cheek to his 
forehead.  "Jennifer, we'd like to show you some information."

She nodded and sniffled, stood and put the baby back in the bassinet.  
She returned to face us, sitting again on the edge of the bed.  I handed 
her two folders we'd picked up at the stationary store on the way over.  
One contained information on Jake Winters, the other on Fox Mulder.

She took them silently and opened it.  She had Mulder's first.  "What's 
this supposed to prove?  That you lied to me about who you were and 
what you did for a living and who your parents were?  Where you went to 
school?  I've figured that out already."

Gently, I said, "Look at the other one."

She looked at me, then at Mulder and finally put Mulder's file aside.  She 
picked up the other one, opened it and read silently.  I saw her eyes 
widen a couple of times.  Finally, she put it down.  She hadn't even gone 
through everything in both files, but saw enough to know that they were 
the complete records of two different men.  "What are you trying to tell 
me?" she asked finally.

"We think Agent Mulder and Jay Winters may be twins," I answered 
gently.

She looked startled and stared at Mulder for a few seconds.  "What?  
You're kidding?"

I shrugged.  "We're trying to find Jackson Winters, but we haven't had 
any luck yet.  We found adoption papers on Mr. Winters from 1961, the 
year Mulder was born.  Agent Mulder knows that he grew up on Martha's 
Vineyard.  Jackson Winters obviously didn't.  He has an entire history in 
California with different parents."

"Why'd he put Teena Mulder down as an emergency contact?" she 
asked.

Mulder spoke finally.  "That's the big question.  He obviously knew about 
my parents.  Maybe he even knew about me.  I, on the other hand, knew 
nothing about him, including the fact that he even existed."

She looked shocked for a minute or so and then said, "This has got to be 
pretty upsetting for you then."

Mulder nodded.  "I'd like to show you something," he said, as he 
removed his trench coat and then his suit jacket.  He loosened his tie till 
it was dangling on his neck and unbuttoned his shirt.  "What are you 
doing?" she cried out.

He smiled.  "Just a sec, don't panic."  She swallowed hard, as Mulder slid 
his shirt to the side, not taking it off, but baring his shoulder.  He pointed 
to his scar.  "See that?" 

She nodded.  

"Did Mr. Winters have that scar?"

She shook her head in the negative as she said, "No."

He pointed to the one on his ribs, pulling the shirttail back further.  "Did 
he have this one?"

She shook her head as I saw belief finally dawn on her face.  "I can't 
believe this."

"It's hard for me to believe too."  He buttoned his shirt and tucked it back 
in, not bothering to put his jacket back on.  "I'm an FBI agent, have been 
for the last twelve years.  I've been injured more times than I care to 
count and believe me; I have a lot of scars.  Scully told me that you said 
Jay Winters didn't have any."

"No, not that I saw.  His body was flawless and now that I think of it, he 
was a lot tanner than you are."

"I have a mole and a birthmark you mentioned but they are on my right 
cheek and my left hip.  You said his were the opposite."  He extracted 
the picture out his inner trench coat pocket and handed it to her.  "We 
decided we didn't need it."

She took it from him and brushed her thumb lightly over the face of the 
man in the photo.  "I love him," she said softly.

Then she began to cry.  I moved the files out of the way and sat down 
next to her.  I gently coaxed her to me and she fell sideways, her head 
on my shoulder and she cried, staring at the photo.  I looked up at 
Mulder and he was frowning, obviously affected by the woman's grief.

"There's something else," he said.

She leaned up and out of my embrace, reaching for the box of tissues on 
the nightstand and drew them to her.  She blew her nose and tossed the 
tissue in the wastebasket.  "What?" she said at last.

"Did you ever see Jay write anything?"

I furrowed my brow, wondering what he was going to do. 

"Yes," she replied.  "So what?"  

He took a pen out of his jacket inside pocket and walked to the bed.  He 
leaned over one of the folders there, flipped the cover open and glanced 
briefly at the contents.  On the outside he wrote, 'Fox Mulder'.  He looked 
in the other one and then shut the cover and wrote, 'Jackson Winters'.

She stared at him.  "Oh my God," she gasped.

"What?" I asked.

She turned to me.  "Jay is left handed."

"I can't believe I missed that," I said.

"I didn't," Mulder said simply.  "It seems that the scars are the only real 
difference between us.  My mole is on my right cheek and my birthmark 
is on my left hip, not the right.  I'm right handed, he's left handed.  In 
every other way, Jackson Winters is my mirror image.

"You do look exactly like him, and I mean, EXACTLY like him.  Even your 
body," she breathed out.  "It's downright spooky."

We both chuckled at that, deciding with a look not to enlighten her on 
why we thought it was funny.

I picked up the files and stacked them together and stood up.  "I'm sorry, 
Jennifer."

She nodded.  "I'll be staying at the Marriott for a week or so until I feel up 
to taking a flight back to California."

"Hopefully, we'll find him by then.  Believe me, I have as many questions 
as you do," Mulder said.

She hauled her purse onto the bed from where it sat on the floor, 
extracted a business card and handed it to Mulder.  She was a real 
estate broker.  If Jake was really an architect, that would give them 
something else in common.  "That's got my cell phone number on it.  
Please call me if you find him."

Mulder nodded and slipped it into his shirt pocket.  He picked up his 
jacket and trench coat and slung them both over his arm.  We exited and 
then Mulder stuck his head back into the room.  "We'll find him," he said.

I took his free hand as we walked to the elevator.  "You all right?" I 
asked.

"I don't know.  I've spent my whole damn life looking for my sister.  I 
finally find her and accept that she's dead.  Now, I find out I might have a 
brother running around somewhere out there.  I can't quite grasp it all 
yet, but I might not be the last Mulder, Scully.  Do you know what that 
means to me?"

"I think I do," I said softly as I smiled up at him.

He frowned.  "Let's just hope when we find him, he's in better shape than 
Samantha," he whispered.

I didn't have anything to say to that either.  Not that he expected me to.

XXXXXXXXXX
LAMBERT'S COVE COUNTRY INN
R.R. #1
VINEYARD HAVEN, MA
ROOM 103
MONDAY - 1:00 PM

My name is Jake Winters, but everyone here seemed to think I am Fox 
Mulder.  Fox.  What kind of name was that?  In any event, if I'd had any 
doubt that we were identical, it vanished on my first day here.  My 
mother, Brooke Taylor Winters, is dead.  My father, Cameron Edward 
Winters, died two years ago of a heart attack.  After that my mother just 
went downhill.  Forty-two years of marriage.  I think she died of a broken 
heart.

Now, I'm the one dying of a broken heart.  

I'd found out nothing when my father died.  Almost everything was left to 
my mother.  He'd left me a trust fund along with some personal effects.  
Now both my parents were gone, and I'd had to see Attorney Julianne 
Wiseman to finalize the estate.  She'd read my mother's Last Will & 
Testament to me.  She'd left me everything, including a bungalow on the 
beach, and their house in San Diego.  I am going to give up my 
apartment and move into the house when I went back.  What the hell?  I 
feel no guilt about accepting the inheritance.  They kept this secret from 
me for forty damn years.  Didn't even tell me when I turned 18.  Why?

My parents had left a letter for me.  Attorney Wiseman said her 
instructions were that she was only to give it to me upon the demise of 
both my parents.  I'd taken it and decided to wait until I got home to read 
it.  I figured it was some flowery sentimental good bye from my mother 
and didn't want to get emotional in front of the attorney.

I was wrong.  Really, really wrong.  My parents had always given me 
everything I could've ever wanted materially, but they were a little shy on 
the love and affection.  Socialites to the last, they'd treated me as a prize 
possession to be trotted out at cocktail parties in order to instigate 
bragging rights.  I knew I was smart.  I had a 180 IQ.  Of course, in order 
to keep my ego in check, my father was always quick to point out that IQ 
tests only tested your ability to take IQ tests.  Guess he didn't want me 
getting too big for my britches.

All this time, I'd had a brother and had never known it.  I wondered if he 
knew about me.  I wondered why I'd been given up.  Why did they 
choose to keep one twin and give the other away?  It didn't make sense 
to me.  What flaw did I have that the other one didn't?  The burning need 
to know had made me take a leave of absence and come all the way 
across the country to seek out Teena and Bill Mulder, my biological 
parents.  It was all there in the letter lying on my lap.  I stroked out the 
creases again and noticed how tattered and limp it was getting from my 
constant perusal.  It represented the biggest betrayal of all in a long line 
of betrayals.  Was there no one I could trust?
 
I got here and found the house.  I didn't find them though, only a 
housekeeper, who greeted me like a long, lost prodigal son and called 
me Fox.  I didn't correct her.  She immediately began giving me 
condolences on the passing of my parents, but particularly, on my 
mother's death a couple of years ago.  Two years.  I was two years too 
late to meet my 'mother'.  My 'father' had died in 1995.    What would 
have happened if I'd known before?

Now, I was still here with no answers.  The housekeeper, Jodi, had given 
me a set of keys after I feigned embarrassment over losing mine.  I 
could've stayed in that house if I wanted, but somehow I couldn't bring 
myself to do it.  Instead, I went there every day for the last week and dug 
through the treasures in the attic, unearthing mementos of a life I hadn't 
shared.  It was all rather depressing.

I'd seen Jennifer here last week.  I'd been afraid she would care enough 
to come looking for me.  I had told the housekeeper that I didn't want 
anyone to know I was here for a visit, that I needed some peace and 
quiet away from the city.  True to her word, Jodi had not given me away 
and for that I was grateful.  I'd almost run right into her though.  I'd pulled 
into the driveway of the house and saw her getting into a rental car, huge 
and pregnant.  I'd gasped, knowing immediately that it was mine.  I would 
have to find her and talk to her, but I simply couldn't deal with it yet.  I'd 
been here for over a month.  It was time to make a decision.

After much contemplation, I decided I was going to Washington, D.C. to 
find Fox Mulder and confront him.  If he'd known about me, why hadn't 
he ever contacted me?  Didn't he care?  All these questions and more 
circled my brain in an endless loop.  He was an FBI agent of all things.  
God help me.  He was probably some arrogant prick with a stick up his 
ass.  From what I'd heard, G-men always thought they were better than 
everyone else.  The arrogant prick trait seemed to be a prerequisite for 
the job.  Not that I knew that many FBI agents, none in fact, but all those 
rumors couldn't be wrong.

I was startled by the sudden, sharp, rap on the door and jerked my head 
towards the sound.  Who the hell would be coming here?  Who had 
found me?  God, please don't let it be Jennifer.  I couldn't deal with that 
right now.  I got up slowly and called through the door, "Who's there?"

A gentle female voice said, "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Mulder.  I'm the 
night manager.  I have an urgent message here for you."

Didn't they usually leave a message on the phone?  'Well, she said it was 
urgent,' I thought to myself.  I crossed to the door, and opened it to find a 
well-tailored brunette standing there.  She was tall, easily five feet nine, 
and with her heels, she was an even six feet, staring me right in the eye.  
She smiled, one hand on her hip, the other held behind her back.  She 
looked very professional.  "You have a message?"

"Yes, may I come in?" she asked politely.

Why she just couldn't hand it to me, I didn't know.  I backed up and 
waved her in, opening the door wide.  Years of good manners driven into 
me by my parents took over.

Before I could say 'boo', she slammed the door, spun around behind me, 
and grabbed both my arms, bending them up behind my back.  One leg 
wrapped around the front of my leg and tripped me, smashing my face 
into the wall.  "What the fuck!" I screamed.

"Who are you?" she growled in my ear.

XXXXXXXXXX
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, D.C.
X-FILES BASEMENT OFFICE
MONDAY - 2:00 PM

I watched Scully hang up the phone and sigh.  "No luck.  Byers said he 
took a leave of absence from his job over a month ago.  He called but no 
one there has seen or heard from him since."

"Shit.  Where could he have gone?"

"I don't know.  It bothers me that no one's seen him."

"Do you think THEY took him?" I asked hesitantly.

She stared at me for a few seconds.  "I don't know Mulder.  If he was 
going to be taken, I think it would have happened long before now.  You 
can't tell me they didn't know he existed."

"You're right, but the same thing is bothering me.  Unless he is a clone, 
some sort of back up should anything have happened to me.  That's a 
scary thought.  I don't know the man, but if he's anything like me, he 
would never run out on a pregnant girlfriend."

She smiled at me.  "I know," she said softly.  I could see a flash of guilt 
cross her face.  She was remembering that a few short days ago, she'd 
basically accused me of that very thing, walking away from a pregnant 
woman.

I stood up and went to her, embracing her gently.  "Stop it."

"Stop what?" 

I clucked my tongue.  "Stop feeling guilty.  You had every right to 
question me.  That's even more obvious now that we know what we 
know."

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you, Mulder," she said quietly.
 
The phone rang again and she pulled away reluctantly to answer it.  
"Scully."  She listened for a bit and scribbled on her note pad.  She said, 
"Thanks, Frohike, we'll check that out."  She hung up and looked at me.  
"Get your coat, we're going to Baltimore."

"Why?"

"Frohike found the doctor listed on your birth certificate."

"Wasn't he from Massachusetts?"

"'WAS' is the key word.  He retired in Baltimore.  Isn't that convenient for 
us?"

"Close to D.C?  That will make Accounting happy," I quipped.

"You bet.  We're going to visit Dr. Charles Sumner."  She ripped the 
sheet off the pad and waved it in the air.  "I have his address right here."

"Let's go, G-woman," I replied, and followed her out the door.

XXXXXXXXXX
LAMBERT'S COVE COUNTRY INN
R.R. #1
VINEYARD HAVEN, MA
ROOM 103
MONDAY - 3:30 PM

I'd been watching him for days.  I'd wondered what he was doing here 
now.  Then it occurred to me, as I watched him looking angry and 
confused, that it might not be him.  I'd called my contact in Washington.

Sure enough, this man was an imposter.  Fox Mulder was safe and 
sound in Washington D.C. with his beloved partner, Dana Scully.  So 
who the fuck was this guy?  Was it a bounty hunter masquerading as 
Fox Mulder?  I had to find out, but that was going to be a tricky piece of 
business.  If he was a Bounty Hunter, this could very well be my last day 
on earth.  Everything was on the line the minute I walked into that room.

I cuffed him just for show, knowing that if he were really a shape shifter, 
he could bust out of the cuffs if he wanted to.  I held one leg between his, 
keeping him bent over, his face to the wall so he was off balance.

So far, though, he was keeping up the fa_ade.  If he was an alien, he 
could have tossed my sorry ass across the room just by pushing and 
standing up straight.  He hadn't done that, but that didn't mean he 
wouldn't.  He could be cooperating with me until he got the information 
he wanted about my mission here before morphing into his normal 
hulking self.  He could do that any second.

Holding the cuffs with my left hand, I reached into the pocket of my suit 
jacket and pulled out a mini rebreather mask.  I put it over my nose and 
mouth, adjusting the elastic strap on the back of my head with one hand.  

"What the fuck is going on here?  Who the fuck are you?" he roared. 

Oh, this one was good, not breaking his cover.  I leaned into him hard 
and he grunted.  I put my lips to his ear.  "I have to test something.  If 
you're not who I think you are, then I'm sorry."

"Sorry?  For what?" he asked.

XXXXXXXXXX

I heard a vague hiss behind me and then felt a jabbing pain in the back 
of my arm.  Had she injected me with something?

A burning sensation raced up my arm to my shoulder.  I cried out in pain 
as she backed away from me, releasing her hold.  Without her arm as a 
counter balance I twisted to see her and fell onto my side, landing hard 
on my cuffed wrists.  I cried out again as the pain intensified from the fall.  
She stood there looking down at me with a weird mask of some kind on 
her face.  She was so puzzled that her expression was almost comical.  
"Look, I don't who the fuck you are lady, but if I'm not under arrest for 
something, I think its time you un-cuff me and start answering some 
questions."

She looked contrite for about two seconds and then a blank expression 
slipped down over her face again.  She walked back over to me, ripping 
off the small mask and shoving it into her pocket.  She helped me sit up 
and removed the cuffs.  I stood gingerly and tried to look at the back of 
my arm.  She led me to the bathroom where I looked over my shoulder 
into the mirror.  Blood was pouring down the back of my arm.  She wet a 
washcloth with cold water and cleaned me up.  She pulled the first aid kit 
from the shelf over the toilet.  She applied some antibiotic cream and put 
a large square band-aid over the small puncture wound that had bled so 
profusely.  Then, without a word, she marched back into the room and 
sat on the side of the bed.  I followed her and sat in the chair, alert and 
staring, waiting for her next move.  "I'm sorry, I had to be sure," she said.

"Sure of what?"

"That you weren't a bounty hunter."

"Stabbing me somehow tells you whether or not I'm a skip tracer?  What 
the fuck, lady?"  I was really getting angry now.

She furrowed her brow and said, "No, not that kind of bounty hunter."

"I didn't know there was more than one kind," I spat.

She hesitated and then said, "I thought you were an alien bounty hunter.  
They can shape shift and become anyone they want to be."

My mouth dropped open and I stared at her incredulously.  "Lady, you're 
whacked.  Get out of my fucking room!"


PART 5 (PG)
LAMBERT'S COVE COUNTRY INN
R.R. #1
VINEYARD HAVEN, MA
ROOM 103
MONDAY - 4:30 PM

She sighed and reached to the inside pocket of her blazer.  I flinched and 
she smirked.  "Just getting my I.D.," she informed me.  She pulled out a 
leather bi-folded case and flipped it open, handing it to me.

I took it gingerly and stared at her picture.  The badge read:  

Shona MacIntyre
Office of Strategic Services
Central Intelligence Agency
United States of America.

Holy shit, she was CIA.  "Aren't special operations like Delta Force, 
Green Berets, Navy Seals, that sort of thing?"  I handed the badge back 
to her.  It looked genuine, but not knowing what they really looked like, I 
had no real way to know.

"Those are Special Operations, yes.  I'm in Strategic Services, which is 
under the same command, but a different department."

"What do you deal in?" I asked.

"Covert intelligence," she said without hesitation.

"Undercover?"

"Most of the time," she said casually.

"So you're a spy," I said bluntly.

She smiled.  "I have been when the occasion warranted."

"Why are you here?" I asked again, coming straight to the point.

"One of my assignments is to protect other federal officers."

"Oh God," I said.

"One of the officers under my protection is Fox Mulder."

"I'm ..." I automatically began.

"NOT Fox Mulder," she said calmly but with venom.

I swallowed harshly.  "No, I'm not," I admitted.

"Then who are you?" she asked again.

I decided lying to the CIA was not such a good idea.  Something told me 
she was the genuine article.  You're average woman didn't have hand to 
hand combat training that could take down a man of my size in a matter 
of seconds.  "I'm Jackson Winters.  My friend's call me Jake."

"Jake.  Is that the name they gave you?"

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"You're a clone, right?  A backup in case something ever happened to 
Fox Mulder.  Like the Kurts, but another model."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She stared at me, I figured, trying to determine the truth of my statement.  
"My God, they never told you, did they?"

"Told me what?"

She sighed and said, "If you know who Fox Mulder is, and I assume you 
do since your parading around the Vineyard pretending to be him, then I 
have to assume that you're aware that you look just like him."

"Yes, I know that."

"Why is that, do you think?"

I looked at her like she was stupid.  I couldn't help it.  "I'm his twin 
brother."

She laughed.  "Twin brother, that's a good one."

I wasn't laughing and very shortly, neither was she.  "Is that the cover 
story?"

"Lady, look, I don't know what your game is, or why you're here 
harassing me, but I'd like to cut through all the bullshit, all right?  There is 
no cover.  I'm not a bad guy.  I'm an architect from San Diego whose 
parents died.  At the reading of my mother's Will, I was given a letter and 
other documents that proved that I was adopted.  Therefore, at the ripe 
old age of 40, I find out that I have biological parents in Massachusetts 
and a twin brother.  I came out here to find them, only to discover that 
they are dead.

"Cheery day for me, I can tell you.  Since everyone thought I was Fox, I 
didn't disabuse them of the notion, because frankly, I wanted to snoop 
through the house and find out ALL about the life I fucking MISSED OUT 
ON!" I screamed at her, spittle flying out of my mouth.

I couldn't even spare a moment to be embarrassed about it when she 
flinched.  I did hope I hadn't hit her with it.  She was staring at me with an 
intensity that was unnerving.  "What if I told you I would like to check you 
out, run your name?"

"I'd say go ahead.  Do whatever you fucking have to do," I said 
dejectedly.

She pulled a cell phone out of her jacket.  Good god, how many pockets 
were in that thing?  That jacket was like a magical hat that held 10 times 
what it should.  I still had no idea what she'd stabbed me with.  She hit 
the speed dial and waited a second.  I listened to her side of the 
conversation.

"Conroy, it's Shona.  Yeah, I need you to run a name for me.  Everything.  
I want everything you can find.  Jackson a/k/a Jake Winters, San Diego, 
California.  Yeah, now.  Call me back."  She slapped the phone shut.  

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we wait."

I sighed.  "Well, I'm hungry.  Wanna get something to eat?"
"There's a nice place down the block," I offered.

"How about downstairs?" she countered.

"Afraid I'll run?" I asked, unable to keep from teasing her.  I could only 
assume she had a gun hidden somewhere in the magic jacket.  I had no 
intentions of running.  Maybe this enigmatic woman could help me find 
answers to all the questions plaguing me.  She obviously knew about 
Fox Mulder.  Maybe she knew a lot of other things too.

She smiled.  "Maybe.  Let's stick close to home," she said, imbuing the 
statement with more meaning than I could grasp.  "I see you're packed."

"I was leaving tonight."

"Where were you going?"

For a split second, I thought about lying.  "Washington D.C."

She nodded curtly and stood, heading for the door.  I followed at a 
sedate pace, rubbing the back of my arm.  Son of a bitch that hurt.  I 
wondered what she had stabbed me with.  Alien bounty hunter?  
Clones?  Who was Kurt?  Was this chick for real?  How would stabbing 
me tell her anything?  Maybe aliens didn't feel pain.  Aliens?  Jesus, I 
was losing it.  There was no such thing as aliens.  My mother had 
believed in alien abductions and I'd always thought she was crazy.  
She'd told me to read a book she particularly liked and I'd bought it.  In 
fact, that was the day I met Jennifer.  I'd bought it to humor her, nothing 
more.  Now I wondered if maybe it wasn't all bullshit.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
DR. CHARLES SUMNER'S HOME
BALTIMORE, MD
MONDAY - 3:00 PM

"Come in, come in," he greeted us at the front door.  I glanced at Mulder 
and noticed how tense he was.  I wished he could relax.  

The elderly doctor showed us into his living room and we sat on an old, 
overstuffed couch.  "Thanks for seeing us on such short notice, doctor.  
I'm Agent Scully."  I didn't introduce Mulder and the old gentleman didn't 
ask.

"No problem.  Whatever is this all about?  FBI, quite exciting for an old 
man," he chuckled.

I smiled.  "We have to ask you some questions about your practice and a 
delivery you performed in 1961."

"1961?  Oh my goodness.  My memory isn't so good anymore, children."

Mulder smiled at us being called children, and I was glad to see him 
release some of his rigid stance as he sat there on the couch.  Mulder 
said, "Well, this one might stick out.  You used to practice in 
Massachusetts, right?"

"Yes, in Woodshole," he answered with a nod.

"That's on the mainland," Mulder commented.

"Yes, it is.  But I primarily took care of the residents of Martha's Vineyard, 
Nantucket, Chilmark and Vineyard Haven."

"I see," I replied.  "Do you remember a family named Mulder?"

His face fell from its jovial countenance and he said, "Yes, I do."

"Was a Teena Mulder one your patients?" Mulder asked.  We knew she 
was.  This would tell us if he would lie.

"Yes, she was," he said sadly.

"You remember her well, then?" I asked.

He nodded.

Mulder asked, "Did you deliver all of her children?"

"Yes, she had a boy and girl."

We were silent for a few moments and then Mulder said, "Weren't there 
three babies?" he asked quietly.

The doctor clenched his jaw and pursed his lips.

Mulder prodded.  "Dr. Sumner.  Weren't there three babies?"

He swallowed.  "Yes," he croaked out.

"Why did you lie?" I asked.

He sucked on his dentures for several seconds and then said, "I was 
sworn to secrecy."

"By whom?" I asked.

"By the father, William Mulder.  He was some big deal in the Department 
of Justice and demanded that I cooperate.  I didn't question him much.  
He practically threatened my life, telling me to only make out one birth 
certificate for one boy.  I guess he had his reasons, but it always rankled.  
I'm an honest man."

"Did he tell you why?"

"No, he just said that it was a matter of life and death.  I delivered those 
babies at the Mulder home.  She wouldn't go to the hospital, which 
bothered me from the start.  What if she had needed emergency care?"

Mulder said, "He must have given you some kind of explanation."

The doctor cleared his throat.  "He told me that they were giving one son 
up for adoption.  That he had enemies, and he didn't want them to know 
there were two children.  That whichever one they kept would be in 
danger.  He wanted to ensure that at least one of his sons grew up safe.  
I accepted the explanation.  I really didn't have any choice.  It was 1961.  
Things were a lot different back then you know?  You didn't question 
government officials without serious consequences."

"Did you make out a second birth certificate?" Mulder asked.

He coughed.  "Yes.  I told him that I had to if he was going to go through 
an adoption agency.  He consented and I made a birth certificate, but put 
a different name on it."

"What name was that?" I inquired.

He stared at me myopically.  "John Doe," he whispered.

Mulder hung his head.   I asked, "Do you know which agency the 
Mulders used?"

He shook his head.  "No, he didn't tell and to my shame, I didn't ask.  I've 
always wondered what happened to that boy.  So what is this all about?  
Are they being prosecuted, the Mulders, for something?"

I smiled.  "No, I'm afraid they've both passed away."

"Oh!  That's a shame.  So what is this all about then?"

Mulder waited until the doctor shifted his gaze from me to him.  He stuck 
out his hand, "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier.  I'm Fox Mulder."

'He always did have a flair for the dramatic,' I thought.  Good thing the 
doc didn't have a bad heart.

XXXXXXXXXX
LAMBERT'S COVE COUNTRY INN
R.R. #1
VINEYARD HAVEN, MA
RESTAURANT/BAR
MONDAY - 5:00 PM

We ate in awkward silence for about ten minutes before I couldn't stand 
it anymore.  "So how long have you been with the Company?" I asked, 
using the vernacular I'd only read about.

She smiled.  "A long time, Mr. Winters, sixteen years."

"Wow, how old are you?"

"I'm thirty-six.  I was recruited right out of high school.  Spent two years 
training and then went to work.  Of course, I had about four years of on-
the-job training before I was given a steady partner and set loose on my 
own.  It's my life.  It's all I've ever known."

"No ring.  Never married?" I asked.

"No.  You?"

I shook my head.  "No, I've sacrificed the family route for my career as 
well."

"I don't know if I've ever thought of it as a sacrifice," she said honestly.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I lapsed into silence again.  We 
contemplated each other for a moment as we ate, but the silence was 
more comfortable now.  I watched her from under my lashes.  She was 
an extremely attractive woman.  Tall and brunette, good size chest, long 
legs.  

She was exactly my type, and yet, I didn't feel any sort of sexual 
attraction to her.  I found that strange.  Not that I was a total pig or 
anything, but I always noticed attractive woman, and wasn't above 
thinking of them in a sexual way.  I'd realized a long time ago that I liked 
to date female versions of myself.  I somehow never thought of that as 
being narcissistic.  It just happened to be what turned me on.  Ms. Shona 
MacIntyre was a mystery indeed.  She was obviously strong and 
confident, something I also admired in a woman.  I couldn't stand 
simpering, giggling women that needed to be taken care of.  Somehow, 
the less they needed me, the more I wanted to take care of them.  
Jennifer immediately came to mind and with that, a sense of crushing 
guilt.  

God, I still don't know why I'd run from her.  I was lying to myself.  I knew 
why.  She had been getting too close.  In an alarmingly short amount of 
time, she had wiggled under my skin.  The sex had been mind blowing.  
That part I could handle.  It was when I started to wonder what she was 
doing in the middle of the day that I knew I was in trouble.  When I 
started wanting to spend more than just the weekends with her, I was 
surprised.  When I found myself at her door on a Wednesday night, 
unable to wait for Friday, I knew she was someone special.  I'd panicked 
and ran.  Apparently, I'd also left behind a little present.  She'd been 
undeniably pregnant when I'd seen her about a week and a half ago.

At first, I hadn't answered her calls, convinced I could detach myself and 
I would get over her.  I had tried.  I'd forced myself to take on a couple 
demanding jobs and even tried dating around.  No one had made me 
forget the pleasure I found in her company.

Then my mother had died.  I'd wanted to call her so bad, wanted the 
comfort of her arms, but I'd denied myself in true macho fashion.  What a 
schmuck.  Then I'd attended the reading of the Will and gotten my letter; 
the letter that had made my world come crashing down around my ears.  
I'd looked up the Mulders.  After all these years, I was surprised to find 
Teena Mulder still on Martha's Vineyard and still listed.  I'd left Mrs. 
Mulder's number with my employer in case of emergency before taking a 
leave of absence.  Then, I'd hopped the first flight to Massachusetts, not 
knowing what I would find.  How was I to know that they were dead?  
How was I to know that Fox Mulder still owned the house and had a 
housekeeper living there to keep the place up?  

Jennifer.  I wondered if she'd had the baby by now.  Would it be a boy or 
a girl?  Was she back in San Diego?  How had it happened?  I'd used a 
condom faithfully, except for that one time.  I'd been so caught up in the 
passion I felt for her, I'd forgotten.  I'd remembered as I slipped inside her 
and went to pull out.  She'd held me to her with her long legs wrapped 
around my hips and whispered, "It's all right, love me."

I'd taken that to mean that she was on birth control of some kind and had 
just allowed me to use condoms as double protection.  Guess I was 
wrong.  That was the last time we'd been together.  With nothing 
between us, the feelings had been overwhelming and frightening.  I'd 
come harder than I ever had in my life, buried deep in her body, and 
apparently, fertilizing one, little egg.  Shit.  I couldn't walk away from it.  
As much as my mind screamed at me to run, I knew I couldn't.  I wasn't 
willing to walk away from Jennifer and I wasn't going to walk away from 
my child the way my parents had thrown me away.  I hated the Mulders 
for it.  I wasn't going to become what I hated.

"You're awfully quiet," she said, having finished her dinner.  She was 
sipping on a wine spritzer.

For some reason I found I wanted to talk to someone about Jennifer.  I 
put my fork down, my appetite suddenly gone.  "I fucked up," I said.

"By coming here?" she asked.

"No, back home.  With a woman."

"Ah!  The universal cause of distress."

"What's that?" I inquired.

"Why, love of course," she answered with a smile that displayed dimples 
in her cheeks.

I smiled.  Did I love Jennifer?  Yes, if I was honest with myself, I did.  
Would she take me back now after I'd been such a jerk?  I could only 
hope.  She had come all the way to Massachusetts looking for me.  I 
could only hope that was good sign.  "Right, love," I said with a grin.

"That's why I avoid it all costs," she said, a slight tease in her voice.

I smiled back.  "Why's that?"

"Because it hurts," she said, and the sincerity in her voice was so raw I 
found myself staring into her eyes.  They were hauntingly familiar and I 
felt a shiver go down my spine.  It was almost as if I knew this woman 
from somewhere before, but that was impossible.

I shook my head to clear it of that notion and break the connection 
between us.  Her cell phone rang and I jumped about a foot.  She 
grinned at me and reached into the inside pocket of the magic jacket and 
extracted it.  I watched and listened as unobtrusively as I could while she 
took the call.

"Uh huh, what else?" she asked.  "I see.  What year?"  Pause.  "How far 
back?"  Another pause.  "I see."  A lengthier pause followed.  "No, that's 
fine, Conroy.  Thanks."  One more pause.  "I don't know when I'll be 
back.  Couple weeks, probably.  Right then.  Bye for now," she finished 
and snapped the phone shut, cutting off the call.

I raised my eyebrows.  "Did I pass the smudge test?" I asked cheekily.

She smiled and showed perfect, white teeth.  "Squeaky clean, Mr. 
Winters."

"Jake, call me Jake, please.  Otherwise I feel like I'm under 
investigation."

Her smile turned into a smirk.  I couldn't tell if she was amused by me or 
not.  "They found records on you going all the way back to grammar 
school and beyond, right from the date of your adoption actually."

"You're surprised," I said.  It was a statement.

She nodded.  "Yes, I am," she answered and then went silent again, 
staring at me.


PART 6 (PG)
LAMBERT'S COVE COUNTRY INN
R.R. #1
VINEYARD HAVEN, MA
RESTAURANT/BAR
MONDAY - 6:00 PM

I looked down at my tee shirt then back up at her.  "Do I have something 
on my face?" I asked finally when I caught her still staring. 

She shook her head slightly.  "No, no, I'm sorry," she stuttered.  

Well, well, well, something was shaking her up.  Her composure was 
finally cracking.  "What now?" I asked.

"We go to D.C. to see Fox Mulder."

"We?"

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Um, yes, but why do you have to go?" I asked carefully.

She licked her lips.  "Let's just say I have a vested interest in the 
outcome."

I held her gaze.  "Protecting other federal agents and all that," I repeated 
her words to her.

She nodded.  "Right," she said and I felt she wasn't telling the entire 
truth.  She had one of the best blank expressions I'd ever seen. 

"You'd be a hell of a poker player," I commented.

That pried a small smile out of her.  "I AM a hell of a poker player, Mr. 
Winters," she responded.  She waved to the waiter for the check, and 
handed him her MasterCard when he appeared.  He nodded without 
saying anything and disappeared toward the register.   


XXXXXXXXXX
FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT
ARLINGTON, VA
TUESDAY -  3:00 PM

I watched Mulder heave himself off the couch and go to answer the 
phone on his desk.  We'd been watching some stupid sitcom, just 
relaxing as we ate take-out Chinese food.  

He picked up the portable receiver.  "Mulder," he answered.

I watched him as he listened.  His posture straightened and his entire 
body went tense.  I set my plate of food down and approached him 
slowly, circling so he could see me there.  He pointed frantically to the 
bedroom and I knew he wanted me to pick up the phone in there.  I ran 
to the extension and carefully lifted the receiver.

A very soft, feminine voice was saying, [Meet me at The Mayak Fissile 
Material Storage Facility Administrative Offices on 'D' Street tonight at 
8:00 PM sharp.  I'll meet you in the lobby.  Don't be late.]

"Who are you?  What do they do there?"

[Mayak is a facility in Russia funded by the Department of Defense's 
Cooperative Threat Reduction program.  It secures and monitors storage 
for 25,000 canisters of plutonium and highly enriched uranium from 
dismantled Russian nuclear weapons.  The facility here in D.C. is the 
administrative offices for all agencies involved in the containment,] she 
said.

O.K., she had my attention.  I frankly was shocked that one of Mulder's 
weird informants would have access to an installation like this let alone 
knowledge of its true purpose.

"Why there?"

[I have some pull and we can have a private meeting here.]

"You have PULL?" he asked incredulously.  "Who are you?  This sounds 
way too much like a trap to me."

She chuckled.  [No, no trap Mr. Mulder.  I'm the last person that would 
wish to harm you.]

"I don't trust you," he said bluntly.  

I was holding my breath so as not to give myself away.

[What can I say to convince you?]

"Tell me your name and who you are?"

[So you can check me out?] she said, chuckling.

"Yes."

[Very well.  Do you recall an informant of yours, code name, Deep 
Throat?]

I heard Mulder gasp.  "Yes.  He's dead," he said flatly.

[Yes, he is.  I am his prot_g_.]

"Your name?"

[Tiger,] she said.

"What's your real name?"

[Have your little friends hack into the DOJ and look up code name Tiger.  
I'm not giving my real name on an open line.]

"All right, I'll do that.  I'll try to be there at eight o'clock."

[Very good.  Oh, wait a second.]

"Yes?"

[Agent Scully, you're welcome to come along.]
 
Mulder replied, "My partner's not here right now."

She laughed a full-throated laugh.  [Come now, Agent Mulder.  She 
listening in, isn't she?  That's all right.  I don't mind.  I know you tell her 
everything anyway.  I'll see you at eight o'clock.]

Then the phone went dead.

"Damn!" I exclaimed and slammed down the phone.  "How did she know 
I was there?  I was so careful when I picked up the phone," I asked as I 
reentered the living room.

"She probably had some kind of device that told her when the call is in 
conference or more than one line is active.  I'm calling the Gunmen to 
check her out."

I nodded and waited while he contacted them.  They said they would call 
back.  We just hoped that it would be before 8:00 PM.  We finished our 
dinner in silence and cleaned up the containers and paper plates.  We 
went back into the living room, and Mulder turned off the TV, setting the 
portable phone on the coffee table within reach.

I cuddled into his side and said, "What are you thinking?"

"I don't like this.  Out of the blue, this woman calls, says she's a prot_g_ 
of Deep Throat and wants to meet us at a DOJ nuclear storage facility 
building, even if it is an administrative building.  What's wrong with that 
picture?"

"You think she's Consortium?"

"I don't know.  I don't like the location though."

"We don't have to go.  Or we could wait and if she calls again, we ask for 
a different location."

"No, I have to go."

I sat up straighter and turned to face him.  "No.  You don't," I said firmly, 
looking him in the eye.

He swallowed and said, "How can I not?"

"Easy.  You just don't go.  If it's that important, she'll call again.  Was 
there a number on your caller ID?" I asked.

He shook his head.  "No, I checked.  It was blocked.  Not a big surprise 
there.  Sounded like a cell phone though."

An hour later the phone rang and Mulder picked it up.  "Mulder," he 
answered.  He held the phone away from his ear so I could listen.

[Dude, you are consorting with some highly influential people,] Langley 
said without saying hello first.

"What have you got, Langley?" Mulder barked.

[Yo, calm down, dude.  What's put you in such a good mood?]

"Langley," he growled out a warning.

[Okay, okay.  One Shona MacIntyre.  Nice Scottish name, don't you 
think?]

"Langley, I'm warning you.  I don't have a lot of time. Cut to the chase.  
I'm in no mood for chitchat," he growled again.

[Right.  Shona MacIntyre, code name, Tiger, Strategic Operations 
Services Operative for the one, the only, Company, with a capital C.  
Employed from 1984 to the present.  Career girl, Mulder.  Exemplary 
record, what there is of it, which isn't much.]

"She's CIA?" he asked, obviously surprised.

[You got it.  Sixteen-year veteran.  Thirty-Six years old, never married.  
Highest possible security clearance.  She's not administration over there, 
but she plays with the big dogs, Mulder.  Watch your back.]

"I will Langley, thanks for the information.  If you find anything else, let 
me know."

[Your wish is my command.  Glad to be of service,] he taunted.

"Sorry I barked, Langley.  I do appreciate it."

[Good thing I know that already.  Your attitude certainly wouldn't give it 
away,] he said sullenly.

"I said I was sorry, Langley."

[I believe sorry takes the form of free Philly cheese steaks, Mulder, at 
your earliest opportunity.]

Mulder chuckled.  "You got it.  I owe you dinner."

[I WILL collect,] he said sternly.

"I'm sure you will," Mulder replied.  "Bye, Langley."

[Bye,] he said back and the line went dead.

I just looked at him.  "Well, that was interesting."

"Fucking C-I-A, Scully," he said incredulously.

"Deep Throat's prot_g_."

"Who died trying to protect me."

"Yes," I said simply.

"Does that mean I can trust her?" he asked solemnly.

I looked him in the eye.  "Trust no one, Mulder.  Trust no one."

XXXXXXXXXX
M.F.M.S.F. ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICES
WASHINGTON, D.C.
TUESDAY - 8:00 PM

We parked in the enormous parking lot outside the facility.  We 
approached the lobby and scoped out the area through the glass doors 
before entering.

A guard station could be seen there.  Standing in front of it and talking to 
the guard behind the bullet-proof glass was a tall, statuesque woman 
wearing a severe, black business suit and three inch heels.  Her hair was 
flowing down her back to her waist in big waves.  She raised her hands 
and was knotting her hair into a ponytail with her back to us when we 
entered. 

She turned and I sucked in my breath.  She was not only beautiful, but 
looked hauntingly familiar.  I couldn't place her though.  I searched my 
memory banks and came up blank.  I wondered if I'd seen her on some 
political footage or something from my past.  She was beautiful, with 
olive skin, high cheekbones and full lips.  She had piercing green eyes.  I 
glanced at her waist and saw the bulge of her weapon beneath the 
tailored suit.  

"Ah, Agents Mulder and Scully," she said.  "Glad you could come."

She stuck out her hand.  "Ms. Mac--" I began.

"Tiger," she corrected.  "Call me Tiger.  All my friends do."

I eyed her suspiciously, realizing immediately that she didn't want to use 
her real name for some reason.  Deep Throat was my previous contact's 
code name.  I never learned his real name in the entire time I'd known 
him.  "Tiger," I repeated.  "To what do we owe this little summons?"

She turned to face Scully and held out her hand, "Agent Scully, so nice 
to finally meet you."

Scully shook her hand and nodded curtly.

Shona raised an eyebrow but Scully's lack of warmth wasn't commented 
on.  She turned toward the door leading to the interior and said, "Follow 
me.  We'll talk inside."  As she held the door open for us, she said, 
"Gerald, I'm not to be disturbed for anything less than Word War III.  Is 
that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied and saluted her with military precision.  

She winked at him, smiled, and then shut the door behind us.  She 
walked past us and we followed her as she headed down a long corridor, 
turned left and marched down another long corridor.  She stopped at a 
mid point in the hallway.  I could see another turn in the hallway a few 
feet down.  This place was obviously a maze of hallways and offices.  
We were standing in front of a secured door.  "Mr. Mulder, I have 
someone I would like you to meet."

I went instantly on alert and my hand strayed toward my weapon.  Her 
eyes flicked to my waist.  "Normally, everyone allowed beyond the entry 
must leave their weapons at the front desk.  I showed great trust in you 
by not disarming you before letting you in.  I hope that wasn't a mistake," 
she said crisply.

My arm fell and dangled at my side.  She nodded smartly.  "Good.  Now, 
this person might be angry with you, but in no way is he going to harm 
you.  He has no weapon, so you can stand down."

"You said you had information for me," I reminded her.

She looked at me calmly.  "I do, and this man is that information."

"Information on what?" I demanded, growing impatient.

"He will explain his significance to your past," she said cryptically.  
"Ready?"

I nodded and glanced at Scully.  She was a bit tense, but cool and 
poised.  Tiger took a plastic card out of her jacket and slipped it through 
the security lock on the door.  She then punched in seven digits so 
quickly that I couldn't catch them.  She pushed on the bar of the door and 
it slid open silently as the air lock broke, swinging inward on a hydraulic 
hinge.

A man suit was standing with his back to us at the far side of what 
appeared to be a conference room.  He was wearing a suit, but other 
than that, I couldn't see anything remarkable about him.  The door swung 
closed and Tiger said, "Have a seat, Agents."

We sat on opposite sides of the small conference table that would fit 
three on a side.  "What's this all about?" I asked.

The man turned and faced us.  Scully and I both gasped.  He said, 
"That's what I would like to know."

I was out my chair in a flash.  It nearly crashed to the ground.  Only 
Tiger's lightening reflexes caught the back of it and righted it as I stalked 
up to the man.  I stopped about a foot in front of him and we stared at 
each other.  We were mirror images.  I had a mole on my right cheek.  
His was on his left.  I was right-handed, and I knew from our information 
that he was left-handed.  Otherwise, we were carbon copies.  He was 
exactly six feet tall as I was.  He even had the same haircut, and hazel 
eyes.  "Jackson Winters," I whispered.

He frowned and nodded.  "So you did know about me," he said, the 
anger clear in his voice.

"Not until five days ago," I said.

He raised an eyebrow as I held out my hand.  "Fox Mulder."

"Call me Jake," he said and shook my hand in return.  I motioned to the 
opposite end of the room and we moved to sit down.  He sat next to 
Scully, and across from me.  Tiger sat across from Scully on the end.

I blew a breath out of pursed lips.  "I don't even know where to start."

"How about the beginning," he said.  

Scully had an odd look on her face and I realized that it was because he 
sounded just like me as well.  I cleared my throat.  "My Assistant Director 
got a call last week from a woman claiming that one of his agents, a Fox 
Mulder, was the father of her baby, and she needed to get in touch with 
him."

"Oh God," he groaned and put his face in his hands, elbows on the table.  
"Jennifer," he said softly.

"Yes.  I went to the hospital, and told her I wasn't the father of her baby.  
I'd never met her before.  She didn't believe me.  She said I'd obviously 
lied to her, that I ran away suddenly without any explanation.  She'd 
tracked me down to Martha's Vineyard and found out I lived here in D.C."

"Jesus," he said, looking up at me once again, and lacing his fingers 
together in front of him on the table.

"Yeah, Jesus.  Her accusations almost destroyed the most important 
relationship in my life," I said.

He glanced at Scully and then back at me.  

I nodded.  "This is my partner, Dana Scully."

He turned and shook her hand.  "Sorry, that was rude.  I should have 
introduced myself."

"It's all right.  I'm sure this is as much a shock to you as it was to Mulder," 
she said.

"Yes, it is," he replied.

I continued.  "So, we looked you up with the information given to us by 
Jennifer and found out the basics about you.  At first I thought you were 
a bounty hunter, pretending to be me.  Then I thought you might be a 
clone.  I didn't know what to think.  Then we tracked down the doctor that 
delivered us and found out that you are definitely my twin, given up for 
adoption at the time of our birth.  Your birth certificate reads John Doe."

"I know," he croaked.  "I didn't know that until recently when my mother, 
or my adopted mother I should say, died and left everything to me in her 
Will, including an envelope that had a letter explaining my adoption, my 
original birth certificate and all her information on my birth parents."

Scully and Tiger were silent all through this exchange.  I spared them a 
glance.  They were both intrigued by this exchange but didn't seem in 
any hurry to interrupt.  "So you came looking for your real parents?" I 
surmised.

He nodded.  "Yes, and found out they were dead.  The information from 
my mother did not, however, tell me I had siblings.  I found that out when 
I arrived at the house and Jodi called me Fox and gave condolences on 
the passing of my parents."

"Oh God, I'm sorry," I said.  "That must have sucked."

He chuckled.  "Yeah, it was a bit of a shock.  Then I saw a picture of you 
in the house, one of the two I could find.  One was of Bill and Teena 
Mulder at their wedding, which wasn't a lot of help, and the other was of 
you as a college grad from Oxford.  Although you were 21, I knew the 
face.  I'd been 21 once, and you were wearing my face."

"So what now?" I asked.

"I don't know.  What's all this crap about clones and aliens?"  He waved a 
hand at Tiger.  "She was spouting all that nonsense before too.  There's 
no such thing as aliens.  This sounds like some of the crap my mother 
used to believe in.  To my knowledge, science has not advanced to the 
point where we can clone human beings.  Lambs yes, but not humans."

I glanced at Tiger and she was wearing that annoying, little smirk that 
she'd shown us in the lobby.  "You're right, Mr. Winters," she said.

"Jake," he corrected her.

She grinned.  I stared in disbelief and Scully just looked puzzled.  She 
continued, "You're right in that OUR science has not advanced to the 
point where we can clone human beings."

He looked incredulous.  "Wait a minute!  Are you trying to tell me that 
aliens of some kind have the technology to clone people?  That's 
ridiculous!"

I broke in without thinking.  "Yes, that's what she is saying.  I know it's 
true.  I've seen it."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Years ago, I saw them, hundreds of clones of eight year old Samantha 
on a bee farm in Canada.  It was fucking spooky."

Tiger gasped, but otherwise said nothing. I glanced at her and noted the 
sweat popping out on her upper lip.

Jake eyed me like so many other people had in the past, like I was crazy 
as a bed bug.  Then he dropped the next shocker by asking, "Who's 
Samantha?"

Oh my God.  He didn't know about Samantha either.  Me and my big 
mouth.  It was my turn to put my face in my hands.  "Shit," I mumbled.

"Who's Samantha?" he asked a little louder this time.

I peered at him over my fingers, which I lowered to still cover my mouth.  
"Our sister," I whispered.

"WHAT?" he bellowed.  Oh, this was going to be a long conversation.


PART 7 (NC-17)
M.F.M.S.F. ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICES
WASHINGTON, D.C.
TUESDAY - 12:00 MIDNIGHT

We talked for hours, while I explained about Samantha, her abduction by 
aliens when she was eight years old, my guilt over not saving her.  I told 
him about my career pursuit of her abductors and my fight against the 
shadow government that tried to cover up all their experiments to make 
human/alien hybrids, and find a vaccine for the alien virus.  I told him a 
lot of things I probably shouldn't have.  If he didn't think I was nuts 
before, he did now.

Tiger had left at one point and returned with a pitcher of ice water and 
four glasses for which I was grateful.  All the talking had left me really 
dry.

For some reason, the fact that Tiger was in the room didn't bother me.  It 
was like she faded into the woodwork.  Once having met her, I was 
overcome with a sense that I could trust her.  Although my instincts had 
certainly been wrong before, she had to know that introducing us might 
be dangerous and I could tell him all sorts of things.  If she had been 
worried about that, she wouldn't have brought us together.  I was drawn 
to her in an eerie sort of way.  Not sexually, but as though she were a 
kindred spirit.  She didn't look old enough to be a sixteen-year veteran of 
the CIA, but I knew just how much looks could be deceiving.

During the course of the evening I asked Jake how he had run into Tiger.  
He smiled and said, "She found me, attacked me actually."

I turned quickly to Tiger to find her smiling.  "I'm afraid I thought the same 
things as you, Agent Mulder, that he was a bounty hunter or a clone.  I 
had to be sure."

I nodded in understanding and Jake said, "You're both nuts!"

Even Scully had laughed at that and said, "You get used to it."

There was much more to discuss, but we also covered the subject of 
Jennifer.  He claimed he'd fucked up, gotten scared and hadn't known 
she was pregnant till he'd almost run into her on the Vineyard.  By then 
he was so engrossed in researching the Mulder family that he'd avoided 
her, unable to cope with anything more right then.  After he thought it 
over, he knew he's screwed up.  He said he'd realized that he loved her 
and wanted to make things right, but didn't know if he still could.  We told 
him we would take him to her tomorrow and that she was staying at the 
Marriott.  He said he'd go visit her himself. 

We were all tired by the time we decided to call it a night.  I paused as 
Scully held the door for me.  She nodded her head toward the water 
glass.  I grabbed Tiger's glass, slipping it into the pocket of my trench 
coat.  I knew she wanted to have it fingerprinted and it wasn't a bad idea.  
We still had no idea if this woman was who she said she was.
 
We set up a plan to meet Wednesday evening.  Tiger escorted us all to 
the foyer and then followed us out of the building.  Scully and Jake went 
ahead to our respective vehicles while I stood on the sidewalk with Tiger.

"Shona MacIntyre," I said, deliberately using her real name.

She smiled.  "I see you did your homework."

I just looked at her for a moment before asking, "Why are you doing 
this?"

"I have my reasons," she said.  I saw Scully glance back and I waved to 
her to let her know everything was all right.  She gave me space.

"Not good enough," I said.  

"I was practically raised by Deep Throat," she said.  "He brought me up 
in the Company."

"Parents?" I asked.

"I was an orphan," she said calmly.  "After I'd put in my four years as a 
rookie, he'd sat me down and told me about the Consortium and you."

"And me?"

"Yes, he told me that you were special, and that should anything ever 
happen to him, I was to look out for you."

"Something happened to him," I stated blandly.

She nodded.  "Indeed.  He was shot after revealing the alien DNA source 
to your partner.  He risked his life to help you, and then he gave his life 
for yours, for the truth," she said sadly.

"I've always felt gratitude for that."

"You should," she said simply.  I saw Scully approaching, now worried.  I 
raised an eyebrow to Tiger in question and she said, "It's all right.  Like I 
said, I know you tell her everything anyway."

"That bothers you?" I asked.

"No, I've always envied you, having someone that close that you can 
trust."

By then Scully had approached.  "Everything all right, Mulder?" she 
asked, without even looking at Tiger.  That wasn't like Scully.  I saw her 
glare at Tiger and realized in a flash that she might actually be jealous.

I swallowed hard to keep from laughing.  "Everything's fine.  I just had a 
few more questions for Tiger, like why she is helping us."

"Helping you, you mean," Scully said.

Tiger raised her eyebrows now, clearly showing amusement.  "No, 
helping both of you.  I know you are a team, a good one."

Scully didn't soften her stance, hands on her hips.  "I'm not here for your 
amusement, Ms. MacIntyre," Scully bit out.

Tiger lost her smile and stared down at Scully.  I realized how tall she 
was, a really imposing figure.  I'd bet she was still imposing without the 
three-inch heels, which she really didn't need.  "You don't amuse me, 
Agent Scully, but your jealousy does."

"Jealousy?  I'm not jealous.  What are you talking about?"

Tiger smiled widely.  "If I were in your shoes, I would be jealous too, 
Agent Scully.  Rest assured, however, you have nothing to fear from 
me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Scully said defensively.

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling.  I loved it when Scully went 
all Ninja on me, or acted territorial.  It had happened before.  She always 
watched my back.  Now that we'd been intimate a few times, it took on a 
greater meaning.  I put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her on the 
forehead. 

She startled and stepped back from me.  "Mulder!"

"What?  Too unprofessional for you?  I'm not going to stand on ceremony 
here, not outside the office," I told her.

She swallowed.  "What were you talking about?" she asked briskly, 
neatly changing the subject.

I let it go, and thankfully, so did Tiger.  I didn't really want to see a cat 
fight at this point.  Although I knew Scully could hold her own, I had a 
feeling that this woman was like a snake.  If you left her alone, she would 
leave you alone.  If you provoked her, she could be very dangerous, 
deadly even.

She looked at Scully.  "I was telling your partner how Deep Throat 
entrusted me to look after him should anything happen to him.  When he 
died, I took my oath seriously.  I've kept an eye on both of you since 
then."

"You mean you've spied on us?" Scully said.

"Scully, that's enough," I warned gently.

She looked at me and I could see fear in her eyes.  Apparently, Tiger did 
too because she said, "I know you haven't got any reason to trust me, 
Agent Scully.  I want you to know, though, that I really am on your side.  
You two now know more about me than anyone outside of a select group 
of my colleagues.  It was big risk revealing myself to you."

"Why did you?" Scully asked.

"Like I said, I keep tabs on you.  I got a call from an informant that you 
were on the Vineyard, Agent Mulder.  I was curious what would draw you 
up there, so I went to check it out, being in between assignments and all 
and what should I find?"

"Jake Winters," I finished for her.

She nodded.  "I called my contacts here in Washington and found out 
you were here in D.C.  Now, even I know you can't be in two places at 
one time."

Scully relaxed.  "So you checked him out," she stated.

Tiger nodded.  "Yes, I made sure he wasn't a bounty hunter.  Then I 
thought he was clone.  I looked him up and found out he has a history all 
the way back to his adoption.  They don't clone babies and let them 
grow.  In fact, they stopped cloning children a long time ago.  They only 
create adults now.  I knew he was real then, but I was shocked."

I looked at her carefully.  "You honestly didn't know he existed?"

"No, I didn't."

"Big oversight for the Company, wouldn't you say?" I needled her, just to 
see what would happen.

She stared at me for a moment and then said, "Big oversight on my part.  
I take responsibility.  I should have known about him.  I can only figure 
they didn't either, the Consortium or the Company.   If Deep Throat had 
known, he would have told me."

"We better get going, Mulder," Scully coaxed.

I nodded and shook Tiger's hand.  A bolt of recognition shot through me, 
then it was gone just as quickly as it came.  I found myself shaking my 
head again, trying vainly to remember where I had met this woman 
before.  "Good night, Tiger.  Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She stood on the sidewalk outside the front doors until we were gone.  
We rode in silence for a few minutes.  Finally Scully said, "She's a 
beautiful woman."

"Yes, she is," I said calmly.  I glanced at her and saw her throw me a 
dirty look.  I laughed.  I couldn't help it.

"What?" she growled, clearly annoyed.

"Scully, I love it when you go all alpha female on me."

"I AM NOT," she broke off, realizing she was shouting.
I chuckled.  "Sorry," she mumbled.

I chuckled again. "Don't worry about it.  She's not my type."

"Yeah, right."

"I prefer petite redheads myself," I added.

She smiled at me.  

I smiled back and then returned my attention to the road.  "For what its 
worth, Scully, you don't ever need to worry."

"Worry about what?" she asked, still being coy.

I grinned to myself.  "Worry about me around other women.  I'm not 
interested.  Like I told you last week, I haven't wanted a woman besides 
you in years.  I don't see that changing.  I love you, Scully.  There's no 
reason for you to be jealous."

She didn't respond verbally, but slid her hand across the seat.  I reached 
over and laced our fingers together, driving with one hand.  After another 
couple of minutes she said softly, "I'm embarrassed, but sometimes," she 
broke off, sinking into silence.

"What?  Tell me."

"Sometimes I'm so afraid of losing you.  Mulder, I really don't know what 
I'd do if you chose to love someone else."

I squeezed her hand tightly.  "I feel the same way, Scully.  I'm only half a 
person when you're gone.  You know that don't you?"

"Yeah," she said softly.  "Me too."  Another few moments of silence went 
by and then she said, "Wanna do something for me?"

"Anything, Scully," I replied immediately.

"Take me home and fuck my brains out," she said clearly.

The car swerved and I swore, getting it back under control.  She laughed 
and so did I.  "Jesus, Scully, you trying to get us killed?"

"Nope."

"Your wish is my command," I said, and stepped on the accelerator.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 1:00 AM

Nude, completely nude.

I could spend the rest of my life just like this, lying on her bed in a pile of 
pillows, stark naked with Scully.  I ran my hands over her velvety skin 
and sighed with pleasure as I felt her quiver under my fingertips.  
Knowing she reacted like this to me was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.  
This was still so new.  We'd only been intimate three times so far.  This 
would be the fourth, not that I was counting!  Yeah, right.

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I slid up her body and positioned myself carefully.  I could smell her 
arousal and then feel the liquid heat of it cascade over the head of my 
shaft as I settled between her thighs.  I paused, staring into her beautiful 
face.  My glans stretched her plump labia around itself and I slipped 
inside.  She sighed with pleasure.  I kissed her hard and rammed myself 
inside, too impatient to be gentle anymore.  She grunted, but then 
groaned in pleasure as I filled her up.  This was what she had asked me 
for in the car, and I was more than willing to cater to her every wish.

I began to stroke into her, kissing her lips, her ears, her neck.  One hand 
found her silky breast and teased the nipple until it was pebble hard.  
She began to whimper.  It was a sound that I had already come to know 
indicated that she was close to her release.  I hunched up, putting more 
power behind my thrusts, racing toward my own finish line.  This time 
wasn't going to last.  I was too hungry for her, too eager to show her that 
she was the only one.  She sobbed, near to tears and wailed, "Oh 
please!"

I knew they weren't tears of pain, but merely of frustration, her release 
close and yet so far.  I abandoned her breast and wriggled my hand 
between us, finding the spongy lump of her nerve bundle and pressed it 
against our joining.  Once, twice, three times and she screamed, "Oh 
Jesus!  Yes, Mulder!  Oh my God!"

Her walls spasmed around me and I moaned out, fighting for control.  
Then she whispered in a hoarse voice, "Let go, come with me."

I bellowed an unintelligible sound and began emptying into her.  

XXXXXXXXXX

What was it about this man that made me completely lose control?  He 
pressed into me, banging into the back of my vagina and I grunted with 
the slight pain.  I let loose with a groan as I felt my whole body contract 
tightly around him.  It sent shivers down my spine.  He began to thrust in 
and out of me, making me tremble like a maple leaf in a windstorm.

His strokes became faster and faster.  There was urgency to his 
lovemaking tonight that was new.  Our first time had been fierce, but this 
was different.  It was like he was trying to prove something to me.  When 
I looked into his eyes, I realized he was.  My stupid jealousy had made 
him think he needed to prove his desire for me.  He was worried that he 
may have done something wrong by staying behind to talk to the woman 
as we left.

I tightened my muscles as hard as I could and I could feel the bulging 
veins in his rock hard erection as it stretched me to the limit.  I was 
sobbing, twisting, trying to find that little bit of stimulation that would send 
me over the edge.  "Oh please!" I cried.
  
He seemed to sense my dilemma and I felt his hand leave its teasing 
position on my nipple and slip between us.  Like magic, he found my 
clitoris as if he had a road map and pressed down on it, circling hard.  I 
was all done.

I cried out, "Oh Jesus!  Yes, Mulder!  Oh my God!"

He was straining to hold off.  I knew instinctively that he would try to 
bring me to climax again before giving into his release but I didn't want 
that tonight.  It was late and we were both tired.  I knew he was as worn 
out emotionally as he was physically.  I choked out, "Let go, come with 
me."

He howled in triumph and I felt his shaft pulse and his hard ball-sack 
quiver against my ass.  Then he was pouring into me, spreading his 
warmth inside me.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

We collapsed and I rolled, pulling her on top of me.  

She kissed my neck, squirmed down a little and settled onto my chest 
like a little barnacle.  I jostled us until I could pull the covers up and 
tucked them in around us.  My arms went around her and rubbed her 
back.  She sighed in contentment.  It had been a long day.  We were 
asleep in minutes.

XXXXXXXXXX

I did something I never do.  I slept for eight hours straight.  A Scully 
blanket could also be quiet anesthetizing.  I smiled down at the crown of 
red hair splashed across my chest. My hands wandered to her ass and 
cupped each beautiful handful and squeezed gently.

She moaned against me.  We were late for work, and I didn't really care.  
I reached over to her bedside table and called Skinner.  I told him we'd 
had a late night investigating and wouldn't be in till this afternoon.  He 
didn't grumble, just said to let him know when we made it in.

As I stretched over to replace the receiver, she lifted her head off my 
chest.  "Decided to play hooky?" she mumbled.

I ruffled her hair and said, "Only for the morning."

"Mmm, good.  I need a shower."

We showered and dried off.  As we reentered the bedroom I pulled her to 
me and cupped her ass again, unable to resist.  "I love your ass.  Did I 
ever tell you that?"

She laughed.  "No."

"Well, I do.  It's like an upside down heart."

"Oh please," she said with a blush.

"I mean it.  It's fabulous."  I squeezed again and she pulled away and 
headed for the closet.  I put my hands on her shoulders.  "Not yet," I said 
and spun her around again.

"Mulder, what are you doing?"

"Making love to my woman," I mumbled and then I kissed her hard.

She put up a feeble protest but then relaxed against me and started 
kissing me back.  She finally broke the kiss.  "You're impossible."

"I'm horny, and it was too quick last night.  We have all morning.  Let's 
take advantage of it."

She grinned and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on impact.  I mock 
growled and leaped on after her.  She squealed as I caught her hands 
and pinned her to the bed, straddling her on all fours.  "Just what are 
you're intentions, Agent Mulder?" she asked in her most poised tone.

I smiled at her and said, "To make you scream my name when you 
come."

"Pretty cocky of you, wouldn't you say?"

I poked her tummy with said cock and replied, "It's not arrogance if you 
can really do it."

She busted out laughing and I thrilled at the sound.  I loved it when I 
could make Scully laugh.  "Modesty becomes you," she teased.

I lowered my head and kissed her again, slowly this time until she 
moaned and kissed me back, dueling with my tongue with her own.


PART 8 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 9:00 AM

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I was sore.  I'd had more sex in a week, than I'd had in several years.  
Talk about a dry spell.  At the same time, I couldn't get enough.  Just 
seeing him look at me with lust in his eyes was enough to melt me.  I'd 
dreamed of seeing that look on his face so many times.  

Mulder was a sexual creature by nature.  He had the grace and 
coordination of someone comfortable in his body.  What a body it was!  
He still ran and swam, but adding weights to his routine had bulked him 
up and made him even more imposing.  I looked him up and down and 
whispered, "You're so beautiful."

"That's my line," he said, and resumed kissing the pulse in my neck, 
which made me squirm.  He finally moved down to my breasts and 
teased them both until they were throbbing and aching.  I decided it was 
time to return the favor.

I pushed him over onto his back and kissed my way down his chest.  I 
finally reached my destination and when I took his hardness in my hand, 
he sighed.  I lifted it up and my tongue darted out to lick his balls.  They 
quivered and he moaned.  Oh, I'd found something he liked!  I carefully 
rolled my lips over the papery skin and then gently sucked one testicle 
into my mouth, rolling it back and forth over my tongue.  He tensed and 
pushed his hips up, spreading his legs to give me better access.  Making 
Fox Mulder moan can be a heady experience and I decided I was going 
to like it a lot.  

I moved to other side and repeated my tongue bath.  I sucked gently and 
he nearly levitated off the bed.  "Shhhhhhhh," he hissed.

I backed off and looked up at him.  He was staring at me with eyes 
nearly black as coal with desire.  I felt my womb cringe in answer.  God, 
what this man did to me.  

I swallowed his head and tongued the sensitive area below his crown.  In 
no time, he was moaning uncontrollably and it caused another 
unexpected rush of pleasure between my legs.  I finally took him as far 
into my mouth as I could go, using my hand for the rest.  He bucked up 
into my mouth gently as I worked him over, twisting my head and 
bobbing, squeezing with my hand.  I fondled his balls with the other hand 
and felt them firm up.  

Suddenly, he was pushing on my shoulders and gasping.  "Don't want to 
come that way."

I let go reluctantly, giving one last hard suck and breaking loose with an 
audible popping sound.  He sighed in relief and growled, "On your hands 
and knees this time."

I nearly fainted, but managed to crawl up on my hands and knees.  I 
grabbed the headboard as I felt the bed dip as he positioned himself 
behind me.  I looked over my shoulder at his rippling stomach muscles, 
his cock hard and thick, sticking out towards me.  He rubbed it over my 
back door, back and forth and I groaned deeply, feeling all my nerve 
ending come to life.  

His hands ran up and down my waist a couple times, finally settling just 
above my hips.  He began to press inside and I could feel the strain on 
my pussy lips.  I loved that feeling.  I'd never been with a man this large 
and it was new and it was divine.  The sensations were deeper, no doubt 
about it.  I'd read once that some woman respond to deep pelvic 
pressure and others don't.  Guess I was one that did, because I knew I'd 
never felt sensations like the ones Mulder gave me when he pushed his 
big cock deep inside me.  

He teased me, pushing just the head in and out.  Then he let it slid down 
to bump my clit.  My body would jerk involuntarily and then he would 
slide that monster up and down my dripping entrance and press inside 
quickly, then retreat again.  I couldn't stand it anymore and nearly 
shouted, "Mulder, please!"

This time, once the head was in, he drove it in to the hilt with one mighty 
shove and bottomed out against my cervix, his thickness pressing on my 
pubic bone.  He began to move and I cried out, "Oh God!"

The head of his cock moved in and out, riding over my G-spot and it was 
pure heaven from the first stroke.   I arched my back, coming up on my 
knees, clutching the headboard up higher and lifting my torso.  This 
increased the angle of his penetration.  We both groaned and his hands 
left my hips, finding my breasts and palming them.

He began to stroke slowly and talk to me at the same time. "Feels 
exquisite, Scully.  I can feel your little pussy quivering on my cock.  How 
does it feel to you, baby?"

"Oh shit, Mulder.  That's the spot.  Right there.  Oh God, fuck me!" I 
begged.

His hands tightened on my breasts and he began humping me hard as 
he put all his strength behind his thrusts.  Pleasure burst through me and 
I began a string of brutally hard orgasms that left my pussy aching and 
tender, almost feeling shredded.  I must have come six or seven times 
right in a row.  I cried, sobbed, and wailed, as he became the fucking 
machine he had been our first night together.  The added sensation of 
his big hands, gripping my breasts tightly made it even better.  I knew I 
would have bruises and didn't care.  I never knew that I could be so 
turned on by such dominant sex.  No man had ever aroused these 
feeling in me.  Mulder was being a real alpha male in the bedroom and I 
was surprised at how much I liked it.  He didn't hurt me, but he was 
definitely directing the show.
 
His voice was low and rough as he spoke, "I can see how turned on you 
are, Scully.  Oh yeah, your cum is coating my cock, makes it gleam.  It 
looks so good sliding inside you."

I felt stretched obscenely wide as his cock continued to batter my 
delicate walls.  He was literally ravaging me and I didn't care.  He was 
huge.  The dull pain of my bruised pussy was sweet torture as he moved 
his entire massive length of penis completely into me with each powerful 
stroke.  I writhed, screamed, climaxed again.

I felt so raw and helpless as he rode me hard.  He leaned in some more 
and kissed my shoulders, nipping my flesh and making my whole body 
burn.  He began to pinch my nipples lightly.  They were sore and swollen 
and I cried out, "I can't take any more!"

"One more," he ground out.  "Oh Christ, this is heaven!"

One hand left my breast and slid down to my mound, circling my clitoris 
and I went off like a rocket.  My eyes clenched tight as I rode out the 
ecstasy of my final release and felt him pulse inside me as his silky 
essence flowed into me again.

I let go of the headboard and slid down to the mattress, my legs 
sprawling out behind me.  He followed me down, still trembling with 
aftershocks.  He took his weight on his elbows and showered my back 
and neck with kisses.  Finally, he rolled to the side and I turned my head 
to face him.  We kissed tenderly and he whispered, "I love you, baby."

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I smiled.  "I love you too, Mulder.  Call me baby in public and you'll have 
blue balls for months," I said calmly.

He hooted with laughter and pulled me into his embrace.  "When we're 
alone?" he asked.

I laid my head on his chest and snuggled in close.  "Then its fine."

"Good to know."

XXXXXXXXXX

She fell into a deep, sated sleep and I slipped gingerly out of bed.  If she 
had remained awake, I was going to tell her I wanted to go out for some 
groceries to make dinner later.  As it was, she spared me having to fib.  I 
left her a note saying I had to run a couple errands and would be back in 
a couple hours.  I dressed and quietly let myself out of the apartment.  
Jake and I had arranged to meet at 10:00 AM.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
MARRIOTT HOTEL
WASHINGTON, D.C.
ROOM 421
WEDNESDAY - 12:00 PM

I tried to swallow my jitters as I stood outside the door.  I finally bucked 
up my courage and knocked.  I heard footsteps and then a dead bolt.  
The door opened a couple of inches and her face peered out. 

I smiled at her.  She didn't smile back.  "May I come in?" I asked.

She closed the door, unlatched the chain and swung the door open fully.  

I stepped into the room and my eyes went to the bassinet in the corner 
next to the queen-sized bed.  "How's he doing?" I asked.

I was a bit puzzled by her lack of response to seeing me.  I thought she'd 
either be angry or excited, one of the two, but this bland expression had 
me baffled.

"He's fine.  Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, and without your partner," she said suspiciously.  "Do you have 
some news about Jake?  Have you found him?"
 
It was then that it hit me.  She thought I was Agent Mulder, even though I 
was dressed in blue jeans and a sweatshirt.  I stepped into her and she 
stiffened.  My hands cupped her face and she tried to jerk away.  
"Jennifer," I said softly.

"What's the meaning of this?" she asked, pushing against me.

"I'm not Fox Mulder, Jen.  It's me, Jake."

"JAKE?" she asked with fear and disbelief, pulling out of my grasp.  Her 
eyes welled up with tears.

I smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah, they found me.  Or I found them, I'm not sure 
which."  I looked at the bassinet in the corner.  "I didn't know, Jen."

"I know you didn't."  She wiped at an errant tear with the sleeve of her 
turtleneck and I felt my heart melt.  

"I'm sorry, Jen.  I never should have run.  I got scared.  I was falling in 
love with you and it scared the shit out of me."

She stared at me for a few long moments.  I'm not sure how long, but 
they felt like eternity.  She swallowed hard.  "Are you still scared?" she 
asked finally.

I nodded.  "Yup.  Frightened out of my mind," I admitted, feeling my own 
tears threatened.

"Of what?" 

"That you won't take me back.  That you don't love me the way I love 
you.  That I'll be a horrible father," I broke off.

"You wanna come back?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yeeesss," I hissed.  "Give me another chance, Jen.  Please?"

"Why are you so scared of love?" she asked.

"Can we sit down?" I asked as I took my jacket off and laid it on the 
dresser.
 
She nodded and moved to the bed. I sat next to her and took her hands.  
I'd not talked about this for years, had in fact, tried to deny it had even 
happened.  I knew without a doubt that if I wanted a life with Jen, I was 
going to have to tell her everything.  I'd seen the love my brother shared 
with his partner, and I wanted it with Jennifer in the worst way.

"I fell in love once."  I cleared my throat and said, "Years ago when I was 
living in the Bay area."

She sat silent, waiting for me to continue.  So I did.  "I loved her like I'd 
never loved anything or anyone before in my life.  I asked her to marry 
me.  I thought my life was perfect."

"What happened?"

I looked away.  "She was sick and I didn't know it.  She had these dark 
fantasies.  She never even mentioned them to me or gave me a chance.  
Somehow she thought I couldn't make them come true for her.  So she 
went somewhere else to live them out."

"Oh, Jake," she said.  "She cheated on you while she was your fianc_e?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, but that's not the worst part."

"It's not?" she asked.  Her tone implied nothing was worse than that.  

I stared at her hands.  "I guess she associated me with light and him with 
dark.  Afterwards, she couldn't live with the guilt."

"So she told you?" she asked tentatively, obviously confused.

I licked my lips. "No, Jen.  I wish she had," I said, suddenly feeing the 
pain of her betrayal again.  "I came home one day and found her."  I 
choked up.  Even now, years later, the memory was so painful, so fresh.  

"Found her?  With her lover?" she asked.

I shook my head and she waited patiently.  I finally took a deep breath 
and raised my eyes to hers.  "I found her dead in my bathtub.  She'd slit 
her wrists."

"Oh, my GOD!  Jake!" she whispered.  The next thing I knew I was in her 
arms and we were lying on the bed on our sides.  She wrapped herself 
around me, holding tightly as I began to sob, letting it out for the first time 
in years.  

"I found, I found, I found her diary," I stuttered between sobs.  "She'd 
written everything, everything down.  Everything she felt, everything she 
hated about herself.  GOD!  It tore me to shreds!  She couldn't, wouldn't 
confide in me.  Oh God, Jen.  She broke my heart!"  

She just held me tighter and rocked me as I cried.  I don't know how long 
we lay there, but finally I got myself under control.  She rolled away and 
grabbed up a box of tissues from the nightstand and handed them to me.  
I blew my nose noisily and tossed them into the garbage.  "I'll be right 
back," I told her.

I got up and went into the bathroom, running cold water on a face cloth 
and washing my face with it.  It was time for me to move on.  I realized 
that I had isolated myself and convinced myself that I didn't want love.  I 
did, but not the kind of the love I'd had with Alex.  Alex had been fragile, 
fey in some ways, almost ethereal and my love for her had been the 
same.  The love I felt for Jennifer was much more down to earth and 
grounded in her personality and the way she made me feel.  Jen was like 
a soul mate.  Alex had been a dream-like adventure.  When I felt human 
again, I came back out.  I found her standing by the bassinet with a little 
blue bundle in her arms.

She turned and smiled at me, her lips quivering.  "Would you like to hold 
him?" she asked.

I nodded and gasped as she placed him carefully in my arms.  I moved 
over and sat down on the bed, tucking the blanket away from his face.  
He tossed his fists in the air and I felt such a wave of love and some 
unidentifiable emotion crash through me, I found myself crying again.  
Jesus, what was wrong with me?  "He's beautiful," I whispered.

"I think so, but I'm biased," she joked.

I chuckled.  "What did you name him?"  

"Jacob," she said softly.

I looked up at her and smiled through my tears.  I touched his hand with 
one finger and he latched on with all five of his, squeezing with surprising 
strength.  "Jacob," I repeated quietly.  "Wow.  What do you think Jacob?  
Could you stand to have me around?"

His mother answered for him.  "Yes, daddy, I think I would like that very 
much."

I kissed his forehead and he began to cry.  I laughed and hiccupped.  "I 
think he might beg to differ," I teased.

She chuckled and held out her arms.  I handed him over.  Without 
shyness or embarrassment, she pulled up her turtleneck, and pulled 
down the flap of her maternity bra.  Her lush breast, swollen with milk 
came into view and I gasped.

She smiled.  "Don't get used to them."

I laughed.  "Take your shirt off."  I took the baby, and she pulled her shirt 
off.  "The bra too," I said, surprised at how husky my voice sounded.  
She hesitated but then undid the clasp and it fell off her shoulders.  She 
pushed it aside and propped herself up on some pillows against the 
headboard.  I stood up and moved closer, sitting down again and 
handing the baby over to her.  

She took him and fit him under her breast, guiding her swollen nipple to 
his mouth.  He latched on and began to suck.  She hissed.  "It hurts 
sometimes when he first latches on," she explained.

I nodded.  "Beautiful," I whispered.

"Yes, he is, isn't he?" she asked, peering up at me from under her 
lashes.

"I meant his mother," I said.

She blushed then as I stared at her, my eyes roaming from her breast to 
her face and back again.  "I love you, Jen," I said quietly.

She looked up.  "Are you sure, Jake?  Because I won't make you stay."

I had just found out that my whole life was a lie, that my birth parents had 
betrayed me, and I survived.  Love had betrayed me and I'd survived.  
Maybe what I should be afraid of was living without her love.  

I gave her a sad smile.  "I'm sure.  I can't live in fear of being betrayed for 
the rest of my life.  I can't promise you I'll never be afraid, but I do love 
you, so much."

She blinked rapidly.  "I love you too, Jake."

"Enough to become Mrs. Winters?" I asked in whisper.

Her head shot up again and her eyes pierced into me.  "You mean it?" 
she asked.

I stood up and went to retrieve my jacket from the dresser.  I extracted 
my latest purchase, a small velvet box, and returned to the bed.  I sat 
close to her, my right hip touching her left. 

She gasped as I held it up.  I flipped open the lid and she gasped again.  
"Will you marry me, Jennifer Quist?"

"Yes," she squeaked out, trying not to cry.  I picked up her left hand.  

"We could wait till I'm done feeding the baby," she suggested.

I looked at him cradled in her right arm, suckling contentedly at her bare 
breast.  "No, this is perfect," I said, and plucked the ring out of the box 
and slid it onto her ring finger.

Her fingers curled into a fist and then unfolded.  She held it up to look at 
it.  It was a three-carat square diamond in a platinum setting.  It had cost 
me a fortune this morning at Kay's Jewelers, but I didn't care.  I had 
money, squirreled away from years of being a bachelor and living in a 
simple apartment in San Diego while owing rental property in Oakland.   
Now I had my parents' house, my trust fund money, plus my savings 
from my job over the last fifteen years.  "It's beautiful," she said.

"So are you," I said, and leaned forward carefully.  I didn't want to jostle 
the baby.  I kissed her softly on the lips and I felt the magic that flared 
between us so long ago.  "How long?" I groaned.

"Before I can have sex?" she asked, obviously amused.

"Yeah."

"At least a month, maybe six weeks."

I groaned again.

She laughed.  "I think I might be able to take care of you before that."

My eyes widened and I asked, "What did you have in mind, Ms. Quist?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I haven't sucked on a lollipop in a long time," she 
teased.

I groaned in mock frustration again.  "You trying to kill me?" I asked.

She smiled a wicked smile at me.  "Nope, but when I'm done here, I'm 
going to blow you so hard, you won't remember your own name."

I rolled off the bed and plunked onto the ground, holding my hands up.  
"Mercy!"

She laughed.  I laughed.  I knew everything was going to be all right.

XXXXXXXXXX
DUFFY'S SEAFOOD HUT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
WEDNESDAY - 6:00 PM

We waited in the booth and were beginning to wonder if they were going 
to show up when the bell above the door tinkled.  We looked over and 
saw them.  As Jake crossed the floor, one hand on Jennifer's back, the 
other holding the baby in a car seat, I saw several people do double 
takes as they looked from Jake to Mulder.  Jake and Jennifer slid into the 
booth and smiled.  "Hi, sorry we're late.  We got caught in a little traffic 
jam out there.  There was an accident on K Street," he explained.

"No problem, we haven't ordered," I said.

Mulder signaled the waiter and he hustled over to the table, pad in hand.  
He looked from Jake to Mulder and back again about three times before 
he said, "Man, thought I was seeing double there for a minute.  Then I 
remembered I don't drink on the job."

We all laughed, and Jennifer rolled her eyes at me.  He took our order 
and retreated to the kitchen.  I noticed the surreptitious stares of several 
other patrons who were staring and trying not to get caught at it.

Jake raised his eyebrows.  "Is this what it's going to be like?" he asked.

Jennifer smiled.  "I think you'd better get used to it."

We talked over dinner.  They told us of their engagement and we 
ordered a celebratory dessert.  I felt a little sadness watching Jennifer 
with the baby, but I tried to tamp it down.  

Jake finally looked at Mulder over dessert and said, "Can you tell me 
about our parents?"

Mulder went still, his fork halfway to his mouth.  After a couple of 
seconds, he put it down and dabbed his mouth with his napkin.  "What 
do you want to know?" he asked.

Jake shrugged.  "If it isn't the right time, I understand."

"No, it's all right.  I just wasn't ready for that question," Mulder replied.  
"Let's see.  Dad worked for the Department of Justice, Mom was a 
professional socialite.  Samantha was born when I was four years old.  
Everybody loved her."

I looked at Mulder and realized how little love and affection he'd had in 
his life.  I'd always blamed Teena Mulder for that.  Now, I wondered if 
Teena had never truly bonded with Mulder because he reminded her of 
the loss of her other son every time she looked at him.

"Yeah, I was going to ask about her too.  Ms. MacIntyre was pretty vague 
about that and we didn't really get a chance to get into it the other night.  
I sensed you weren't comfortable telling me about Samantha in front of 
her."

Mulder nodded.  "Frankly, I think she was more uncomfortable than we 
were.  Did you see her reaction when I mentioned Sam?"

He shook his head.  "No, I'm afraid I was too busy being overwhelmed 
looking at you."

They both laughed.  "I don't know.  She looked uncomfortable.  I have a 
feeling she knows something about the fate of our sister and has some 
guilt over it or something," Mulder said.

"Possible.  So, parents first," Jake coaxed.

"Not much to tell.  Things were all right until I was twelve.  Then 
Samantha was abducted."

"She was kidnapped?" he asked.

"No, abducted, by aliens," Mulder corrected him.

I watched him try to hold back a snide comment.  

Mulder just stared at him.  "I know that's hard to accept, but believe me.  
I watched it happen.  I was paralyzed.  I couldn't do anything to stop it.  
There was so much light, and she just laid on her back, levitated into the 
air and floated right out the window," he said. 

He was looking at something over Jake's shoulder and I knew that he 
wasn't really seeing anything.  He was reliving it.  I watched a tear trickle 
down his cheek.  "I couldn't stop it.  I couldn't do a thing.  I was supposed 
to be watching her.  I didn't save her.  I didn't do a God damned thing to 
save her," he finished.  He looked down and was silent for a few 
moments.

Jake said, "You were twelve.  What could you have possibly done?"

Mulder looked up at him and shrugged.  "I don't know.  I just always felt 
like I should have done something."

"Why?"  With amazing insight, he asked, "Who made you think that?"

Mulder held his gaze for another moment and said, "They blamed me."

"They?  Teena and Bill Mulder?" he clarified.

Mulder nodded.  "Yes.  Or, being twelve at the time and hearing the 
words, 'You were supposed to be watching her,' felt like an accusation.  
They both treated me like it was."  He paused and then added, "I 
believed them."

"No!" Jake said immediately.  "That's fucking ridiculous.  You were a kid 
yourself.  If they were responsible parents and had any inkling of danger, 
they never would have left you two alone in the first place."

Mulder looked at him.  "Why do you think they were aware of any 
danger?"

Jake licked his lips, so like Mulder's it was unnerving.  "They gave me 
away, didn't they?" he asked calmly.

An expression I couldn't interpret came over Mulder's face.  "I never 
thought about that."

Jake nodded.  "Of course not.  You didn't know about me.  If what you 
told me last night was true, then this Dr. Sumner claims that they gave 
me away to keep me safe.  Ergo, at least our father had some inkling 
that his children might be in danger in the future.  Now, perhaps he didn't 
know when the danger would come, but I think, if it were me, I would 
have hired a nursemaid and made damn sure my kids weren't alone very 
often until they were grown."

I sighed.  "We can't prepare for every contingency.  You'll find out.  You 
have a child now.  As much as we want to protect the ones we love from 
everything in the world that might harm them, it's impossible to prepare 
for everything," I interjected. 

We all looked at the baby.  "Sounds like you speak from experience, 
Agent Scully," he said.

I swallowed.  "Dana, please.  Yes, I do.  I lost a daughter.  It was the 
single most harrowing experience of my life."

"I'm so sorry," Jennifer said with genuine remorse.

I smiled at her.  "Then there's trying to look after Mulder," I quipped, 
trying to lighten the mood.  They chuckled, so did Mulder.  "That's a full 
time job.  This man can get himself into trouble quicker than you can 
blink."

Jake asked, "Couldn't you have more children?"

I knew I looked stricken and tried to recompose my face.

Mulder answered for me.  "That's no longer an option for us.   
Unfortunately, some of those bastards from that shadow government we 
talked about last night deprived her of that.  They stole her ova."

Jake opened his mouth to ask a question and I held up my hand.  "It's 
more than I want to get into tonight.  Can we leave that discussion for 
another time?"

"Yes, of course.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to pry," Jake said immediately.

"Don't worry about it, but I think there are enough stories that need to be 
told, that this one can wait."  I was grateful Mulder hadn't launched into 
the story of Emily.  Jake was already having a hard time with the fact that 
we believed in aliens.

He nodded, and the conversation continued.  Mulder told Jake about 
their parents' divorce and being shuffled off to boarding school, and then 
going to college at Oxford, being recruited into the FBI and spending his 
life searching for Samantha and exploring the paranormal.

"Whew," Jake whistled when Mulder finally ground to a halt.  I could tell 
he was enjoying having someone new to talk to.  

"A lot to take in, huh?" Mulder asked.

"Yeah, you could say that.  Just the fact that you exist is a lot to take in 
without all the family intrigue," Jake shot back.

Mulder said, "As much as I'd like to tell you all our life stories tonight, 
there simply isn't time.  Not to mention my own curiosity about YOUR 
life."
 
"I understand.  Jen's tired and the baby is going to need to eat soon.  We 
should probably get back.  We've decided to stay for a while though.  I'd 
like to meet with you some more.  We certainly have plenty to talk 
about."

"Yes, we do," Mulder agreed.  "Where will you be staying?"

"The Marriott," he said.

Mulder shook his head.  "Stay at my place."

Jake was shaking his head when I cut in, "Yeah, it won't be a problem.  
Mulder stays with me most of the time anyway.  I can't guarantee that 
you won't find something growing in the refrigerator, but other than that, 
you could be comfortable there for as long as you needed to be."

They laughed.  "That's really generous of you," Jennifer said.

I said, "Stay at the hotel tonight.  Give us till noon tomorrow to clean up 
the place and then we'll come get you."

"No need to clean it," Jennifer added.

Mulder immediately said, "Yes, there is.  Trust me on this."

The two men grinned at each other and Jake nodded.  "I know how bad 
bachelor pads can get, believe me.  We'll wait for your call.  Are you 
sure?"

"Positive," Mulder and I said in unison.

"In that case, I'll get the check," Jake said.

"No, that's ridiculous," I said.

Jake smiled.  "Don't worry about it.  I'm loaded," he joked.

We all laughed and Mulder slid out of the booth and I followed.  He stuck 
out his hand to Jake.  "In that case Bro, pay up," he teased.

Jake laughed and pulled him into a hug.  I could tell Mulder was 
surprised but he only hesitated a second and then hugged him back, 
giving him a manly whap on the back.  They separated and I noticed 
others were staring now.  "Let's get out of here before we provide a 
photo op for somebody," I said.

Jennifer laughed and slid out of the booth, towing the baby's car seat 
behind her.  She took Jake's hand and they went to the register to pay, 
while we headed for the door.  Mulder waved over his shoulder and then 
pushed us out into the cool, night air.


PART 9 (PG-13)
OAKWOOD APARTMENTS
501 N. ROOSEVELT BLVD.
FALLS CHURCH, VA
APARTMENT 52-B
THURDAY - 5:00 PM

It was 1972 and I was innocent and na_ve as only a child of eight can be.  
I didn't know it then, as I railed against my restrictions with childlike 
grandiosity and sureness that I deserved better, but I lived in the lap of 
luxury.  Unfortunately, as human beings, one of the things that allows us 
to experience great joy is our capacity to experience and survive its' 
exact opposite.  The opposite is named misery.

Misery is what I experienced from 1972 to 1978 as evil creatures or their 
minions poked, prodded, cut, injected and tested my tender body as it 
grew from a child into a teenager.  Creatures of extraordinary power had 
taken me.  They weren't human, and therefore, experienced nothing akin 
to human emotion.  They had objectives and orders that needed to be 
fulfilled.  They could not see past their objective to have empathy or 
sympathy for the pain they caused in their victims.  Yes, I was victim, a 
victim of their science.  They kept me alive, but nothing more.  Once in 
their clutches, living in a 10 x 8 cell, I came to realize that my past life 
was the lap of luxury, and this was hell.

Hell was not fire and brimstone.  The devil didn't have horns, an 
arrowhead tail, and red skin.  No, the devil was an evil being that usually 
came to me as an enormous brute of a man.  He could morph into 
anyone he wanted to be, or show his real self, a gigantic head with black 
eyes sitting atop what appeared to be a fragile body.  Looks can be 
deceiving as I found out quickly the first time I tried to resist.  Hell was an 
eight by ten foot cell of silver metal with a hole in the corner for waste 
and a basin with motion sensors to dispense water, motion sensors to 
dispense hot air to dry you, motion sensors for soap.  Hell was being 
injected with liquids that made your blood boil and your veins feel as if 
they were on fire.  Hell was feeling a metal object inserted into your 
anus, vagina and mouth seemingly only to measure your depth and 
width.  

There was one reprieve and one only.  They allowed me to read.  No one 
taught me, or explained anything, but books from my world were 
provided, and when conscious, I read with a voracious appetite.  I 
consistently asked for more and more complicated subject matter.  They 
never answered, but the next day, a book on the subject of my choice, 
sometimes several, would appear.  This was my entertainment, my 
schooling, my amusement, and my savior from insanity.  It reminded me 
that there was a world out there waiting for me to return.

No one had to tell me we weren't on earth.  The gravity was lighter here 
and a daily exercise program was required to keep my muscles from 
atrophying in the reduced gravity environment.  Failing to cooperate was 
not an option.  I soon found that even exercise could be a form of Hell.

XXXXXXXXXX
1978

When I was fourteen, I knew something was afoot.  They were jabbering 
audibly, in their language.  I had never been able to understand it, but 
the excitement was palpable.  While strapped to a table and being tested 
one day, I'd seen women brought in, full-grown women.  I was glad not to 
be alone anymore, but it didn't last for long.  The monsters used them for 
their experiments and then they were gone.  Seeing them made me 
yearn for my own mother.  I'd never realized just how much she meant to 
me until she was no longer there.  Same thing went for my brother.  He 
had been such a pain in my ass, so arrogant and sure of himself at the 
ripe, old age of twelve.  I'd even said I hated him at times and taunted 
him over his stupid name.  At that point, I would have given everything, 
even my life, to see him one more time and say that I was sorry and that 
I loved him.  

I knew when we landed.  The feel in the air changed.  My body felt heavy 
and cumbersome.  The return of earth's gravity was crushing my body, or 
it felt that way.  A brute, as I called them, appeared in human form and 
said, "Come with me.  You must be in your gravity for a while to regain 
your strength."

I was way past the point where I argued with them.  I had enough 
common sense to learn to cooperate without question.  I was smart, too, 
I knew that.  Although, I had nothing to compare it to, I knew that I was 
reading adult books, college level textbooks and the like.  I had nothing 
better to do than cram my head full of useless information that I might 
never use, but hey, it passed the time.

So, I took the brute's hand and was led into an elevator type tube.  I felt 
the world spin and I blacked out.  The brute told me not to say anything 
about my previous 'hosts' and I was sent to live with a foster family for a 
short time.  After my first escape attempt, I was gathered up and injected 
with something.  

Next time I awoke, I was in a small apartment.  There were two 
bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room, and no windows.  Living alone 
did have its advantages.  I enjoyed the long, hot showers for a change.  
However, I soon grew bored and fixated on escaping again.

I began to plot my next escape, but it didn't look like I was going to be 
able to pull it off.  I looked, believe me, I looked.  The one door in and out 
of my prison was locked.  I turned the place upside down looking for a 
key and there was none.  It was just a keyhole, unable to be opened 
from the inside.  I had just traded one jail for another.

My spirits sank but thoughts of escape would not leave me alone.  I often 
wondered if anyone would find the diary that I had hidden in the wall of 
the house I had shared with Cassandra and Jeffery.  I wondered if they 
even missed me.  The brute returned every night with food and books.  I 
asked what to do if there was an emergency.  He'd stared at me and 
hadn't answered.  That night he'd returned with a phone to wire into the 
jack I had previously ignored.  He also had a notebook and inside it was 
the name and phone number of a man.  He'd simply said, "If there is an 
emergency with your health, ask the operator to call this man.  He will 
come to your aid."  That was it.

The days passed and I was fairly content.  At least the experiments 
weren't happening here, and I could feel the aches and pains of my 
captivity fading away as my body was given time to rest and heal in my 
natural environment.  Then one day I got my period, and I honestly didn't 
know what was happening.  I feel stupid thinking about it now, but at the 
time, it was no joke.  No one had ever explained this to me.  I thought I 
was bleeding to death.  I called the operative monitoring the phone and 
asked for the man, identified only as 'Charles'.  When he answered, I told 
him I was bleeding and didn't know why.

He came right away, was there in ten minutes, in fact.  I was sitting in the 
living room, terrified, rocking back and forth when he entered.  He rushed 
to me, setting the key on the coffee table.  He stunk of cigarette smoke 
and had a cold, calculating look.  He asked where I was bleeding.  

I blushed and pointed to my crotch, saying my 'pee-pee' was bleeding.  
Obviously, human anatomy or gynecology was never a subject I had 
thought to ask for a book on.  The relief on his face was palpable.  He 
said to stay put and he would be right back.  Amazingly, in about fifteen 
minutes he returned with a box of tampons, a box of maxi pads and a 
small booklet on the female reproductive system.  He told me to go to the 
bathroom and follow the instructions.  Now he seemed to be the one 
embarrassed.  

I did as I was told and felt relief that I wasn't dying.  I fumbled but 
managed to insert the small white tube and put the thing inside me.  I'd 
dragged my book bag in there with me.  I took it everywhere.  I pulled an 
old tee shirt and a pair of shorts out of the hamper, grabbed a 
toothbrush, toothpaste and a brush and stuffed them into the book bag 
along with a handful of the supplies Charles had brought.  It already 
contained the latest five books the brute had brought me.

I exited the bathroom with my eyes lowered and he said, "You'll be fine 
now.  It will only last a few days and then stop.  However, this will 
happen every month now.  Read that booklet so you know what to 
expect."

I nodded, still looking down, and noticed the key on the coffee table 
again.  He then said, "I need to call Brian and let him know you're all 
right."

"Brian?" I asked, from behind my fall of hair.

He cocked his head to the side, looked at me directly for the first time 
since returning, and asked, "He never gave you the name he uses?"

I shook my head.  "No," I said quietly.

"What do you call him?" he asked.

"Brute," I said.

He had laughed then, actually laughed and said, "Well, his name is 
Brian.  I will tell him I gave you his name."  He went to the phone in the 
kitchen and picked up the one phone the brute had installed in the place.

The breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the living room and you 
could see everything from there.  My eyes kept straying to the key.  Then 
he made his second critical error.  The first, of course was leaving the 
key on the coffee table, confident of my compliance.  The second big 
mistake he made was also due to his over confidence.  He obviously 
didn't want me to overhear his conversation with the brute.  He turned his 
back on me, hunching over the counter and receiver, hissing and 
whispering into the phone like the snake he really was.  

Two seconds after his back was turned, I grabbed the key, picked up my 
backpack and snuck to the door.  I was fully dressed in jeans and a tee 
shirt and had already slipped into my tennis shoes in the bathroom.  I 
quietly inserted the key in the hole and turned it slowly.  I heard a click 
and gasped, glancing at him, but he obviously hadn't heard either noise.  
I opened the door carefully, just enough to slip through and slipped out 
into daylight.

The light hurt my eyes, but I carefully closed and locked the door behind 
me.    I looked around at the row of identical houses until I saw a sign, 
"April Air Force Base."

Then I ran.  I was on the first floor, thank God, my body couldn't have 
taken many stairs in the condition I was in.  I ran, and ran, and ran, until 
my side hurt and my chest felt like it was going to collapse.  Eventually, I 
reached an eight-foot high chain link fence and my spirits dropped again.  
I followed it a ways and there was a gate, but it was pad locked.  I looked 
up, thinking of scaling the fence when a soldier appeared.  

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

Just then a bus went by, a yellow school bus.  I recognized it from one of 
my books long since read.  I watched it fade and pointed.  "Mister, I 
missed my bus.  Please, let me out, I missed my bus."

"You missed the school bus?"

"Yes!"

"It picks you up at the main gate.  Why are you way down here?"

"I ran to catch it, hoping they would see me.  Look, mister, my father will 
kill me.  I have to get to school.  Please don't tell!" I whined.

He took pity on me, radioed to a friend that was off duty and opened the 
gate for me.  A Private Jenkins pulled up in a beat up, old station wagon 
and said, "Get in kid."

I hopped in and he said, "Where to?"

I didn't know.  I nearly panicked but then looked at him as if he were 
stupid and said, "The closest one, man."

He snorted and took me to the nearest middle school.  I thanked him and 
waved as he drove off.  Then I slung my backpack on my back and 
wearing jeans, a tee shirt and carting my current favorite five books, I 
snuck into the school and wandered around until I found a girls locker 
room.  I went in and while the girls were showering, I found some open 
lockers.  I stole a lined leather jacket.  I slipped out quietly and headed 
into the woods behind the school.

Hours later I was so lost and hungry it was ridiculous.  I sat down and 
cried until I heard the baying of hound dogs and panicked.  I got up and 
ran and ran and ran again.  I thought fate had finally intervened in my 
favor.  I could see another street ahead.  I had found the edge of the 
forest.  I got so excited that I wasn't paying attention.  I tripped on a tree 
root and fell.  I hit my head on the ground and everything went black.

When I woke up I was in another hospital bed, only I knew something 
was different.  A nurse came in and called the doctor when she realized I 
was awake.  She said my father had been called.  I asked, "My father?"

"Yes, dear.  We found this in your book bag," she said, holding up the 
notebook with the man's name on it.  Charles.  'Oh no,' was my only 
thought.

"Do you know where you are, dear?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"You're in Dominic Savio Memorial Hospital in Victorville, California.  The 
police brought you in after finding you in the woods, hypothermic from 
exposure.  We've fixed you right up though.  Now, young lady, are you 
hungry?"

I told her I was and stuffed myself with the food she brought me, even 
though it nearly made me sick.  I had no idea when I might eat again.  I 
needed my strength back.  I was away from the brutes, but I still wasn't 
free.  I couldn't quit trying.

Fate intervened again, this time on my side.  The man that appeared was 
not the smelly, cigarette smoking man.  This man was probably one of 
them but at least he looked at me with a kindly expression.  He said, "If 
you want to escape, come with me.  If they ask, I'm your father.  My 
name is Martin MacIntyre.  You're Samantha MacIntyre.  Got it?"  I 
nodded and he asked if I had anything else besides my book bag.  I told 
him no.  I dressed hastily while he turned his back. 

He took my hand and walked to the nurse's station.  He signed papers 
releasing me into his custody and we left the hospital.  I wanted to run, to 
hide, and get away as fast as possible, but he explained to me that we 
needed to look normal, casual.  No one would remember us if we didn't 
seem out of place.  We got into a Lincoln with tinted windows and drove 
on through the night.  I had no idea how long I'd been in the hospital.  I 
didn't care.  I didn't know who this man was, or where he was taking me 
and I didn't care.  All I knew was I wasn't going back to my captivity.  I'd 
kill myself first.

We got a hotel and slept all day.  Then we traveled again all night.  I 
asked where we were and he told me we were in northern California, 
eventually heading for Washington State.  He said he worked with 
Charles, and had answered the phone in his office when it rang.  He 
happened to be in there, and Charles wasn't.  He'd heard of my escape 
and decided to intervene.  I hadn't asked any more questions.

Two days later, we arrived in Washington State.  We had driven through 
the mountains, through areas of majestic views and desolate backwoods 
areas.  Nature, oh how I had missed it!  I could tell he was taking me 
somewhere remote.  Eventually, after turning onto a back road, off a 
back road, off a back road, we arrived at our destination.

I'd looked around in fascination at the circle of ten old houses that used 
the center area between them as a common front yard.  We were really 
in the middle of nowhere.  He told me to stay in the car.  Of course, I 
didn't.  I followed at a distance and hid on the side of the house as he 
rapped on a door.

I couldn't see her, but a woman answered.  As soon as she spoke, I 
knew it was a woman.  "Well, well, well, well," she said sarcastically.  "To 
what do I owe the privilege?" she asked.

He sighed heavily.  "Shona, please, I need your help."

"You, the great and mighty CIA agent, need MY help?  Whatever can I 
do for you, Martin?"

"Can we drop the sarcasm for a few minutes, please, Sis?"

"You're serious," she stated simply.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?  Look, I've sent you money; I've never told 
the folks where you are.  I realize we don't agree on a lot of things, but I 
need your help."

"For what?" she asked.

"Not for me, actually, but if you do this for me, I'll owe you big time."

There was silence for a few moments and she said, "I like the idea of my 
big brother owing me."  She paused.  "Big Time," she added.

He chuckled.  "I thought you would.  It's no small thing I'm going to ask.  
It's actually a big thing, Shona."

"Spit it out," she demanded.

"I need you to take in a young girl."

"WHAT?" she nearly screeched.

"She's 14, very smart, quiet, and a real book worm.  She needs shelter."

"Shelter," she said carefully.  "Does this have anything to do with the 
fucking government?" she asked.

"I know you hate the government," he stated simply.

"That you work for," she added unnecessarily.

"Yes, we know this.  Yes, it has to do with the government.  I know how 
you love to thwart them."

"Yes, I do," she said.

There was silence for almost a minute and then the man said, "Well, this 
would be a real kick in their teeth.  Shona, if you don't take her, and they 
find her, she will be killed."

I nearly gasped, wondering if that was true, or if he was just telling the 
woman that to get her to accept.  This could be my new home, I realized, 
looking around.

"Bastards," she hissed.  "Does this have to do with those fucking alien 
experiments?"

He was silent.

"Don't be coy with me, Martin.  I know there are aliens, I know there is 
dangerous technology in the hands of megalomaniac assholes, and I 
know those bastards are experimenting with shit they don't understand 
and have no business tampering with.  Now tell me, is this about those 
fucking alien experiments?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"You have her here, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, she's in the car," he answered.

I took that as my cue and raced back to the car, leaning against the 
passenger side casually.  I hadn't stayed in the car and that was bad 
enough.  I didn't want him to know that I'd been eavesdropping too.

They rounded the corner of the house and approached the car.  I 
straightened up as if I'd been standing there patiently and walked 
towards the front of the car.  

The woman was beautiful.  She was younger than him.  He was probably 
around 40 years old.  She was probably around 30.  He was in a suit and 
she was in a gauze skirt and a tie-dyed tee shirt.  What a contrast they 
made.  I smiled at her.  "Hi," I said quietly.

She blinked rapidly.  "They've hurt you, haven't they?" she asked.

I simply nodded. 

"How old are you?" she asked.

Was this a test?  I'd heard him tell her.  "I'm 14, Ma'am."

She laughed.  "Oh please, call me Shona.  How old were you when they 
took you?" she asked.

"I was eight," I told her truthfully.

"Jesus H. Christ, Martin!"  She glared at her brother.

He bit his lip.  "I know.  I can't save them all, Shona, but if you help me, 
we could save THIS one.  Please, I'm begging you."  He looked at the 
ground.

She put her hand on my shoulder.  "Get your stuff."

Martin let out the breath he was holding.  

I ran back to the car and pulled out my book bag.  

She asked, "That's it?"

I nodded.  

"Very well, come with me."

I followed her and Martin followed us both.  We entered the house and 
she showed me to an empty room.  It had a dresser, a bed and a closet.  
It was small, but she told me it was mine and at that moment, it looked 
like paradise.  It had a window!  Just being able to see outside seemed 
like such a blessing.

I heard them in the kitchen as I took my books out and placed them 
carefully on the dresser.  She said, "Do you have papers?"

"Yes.  In this envelope there is a fake birth certificate, social security card 
and birth record from a Washington hospital and as much cash as I could 
get without raising suspicions.  Anyone asks, she's your daughter."

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this," she said.

"Time to practice what you teach, sis," he replied.

"Fuck you," was her only response.

There had been a few moments of silence again and then he said, "I 
appreciate it, Shona, no matter what you think.  I'm one of the good 
guys."

She didn't answer him and a few seconds later, I heard the screen door 
slam as he left.  I stood there, looking out the window as his car pulled 
back down the dirt road, dust flying out behind it.  It was the last time I 
would see him for four more years.

The woman entered my room and said, "Do you know where you are?"

"Washington," I said.

"That's right.  Do you know what this place is?"

"No," I said simply.

"It's a hippie commune," she told me.

"He's your brother?" I asked.

She laughed.  "He doesn't admit that to many people."

She struck a match and took a long pull on a hand-rolled cigarette.  
"What's that?" I asked.

She smiled.  "It's a joint.  Wanna try it?"

"Yes," I said.

She handed it to me and I took a small puff, choked like crazy while she 
laughed and then handed it back to her.  We smiled at each other.

So began my life in a hippie commune, cut off from the real world.  At my 
request, she got me newspapers and books.  For a pothead, she was 
really quite smart.  She home schooled me and taught me about life, and 
boys and how fucked up the government was.  I met the others in the 
commune and lived my life there for four years.

I turned 18 and began to think about reentering the world.  Shona didn't 
like the idea at all.  She had really come to think of me as her daughter, 
and I'd come to think of her as my mother.  However, all things must end 
sometime, and it was time for me to move on.

Then it happened.  My idealistic, isolated existence came to an abrupt 
halt when four soldiers appeared, banging on the doors, bursting in and 
searching the falling down homes.  Shona tried to smuggle me out the 
back, but they caught me and dragged me back into the house.  Shona 
was fighting them and losing, screaming like a wildcat.  She broke free 
and started to run to me and they shot her in the back.  I watched the 
blood cover her shirt, the look of surprise on her face.  She fell and I 
watched her die on the floor in front of me.  I wailed and leaped for her, 
breaking out of my captor's arms.  He let me go.  I knelt on the floor with 
her head in my lap, weeping and rocking.  Without warning, Martin and a 
young man I'd never seen before burst in the door and started shooting.  

When the smoke cleared, four soldiers lay dead around us, and Shona 
was dead in my lap.  Other men appeared and carted off the soldiers.  
Martin cried silently while looking at his sister and then said, "Pack your 
stuff.  It's no longer safe for you here."

I packed and left with him.  He put me up in a hotel and showed up the 
next day with a birth certificate, social security card, drivers license, 
dossier on my history of grammar, middle, high school and college, none 
of which I'd ever attended.  

Everything had the same name on it.  Shona MacIntyre.  The woman 
who raised me as her own was dead, but she was reborn in me and I 
was determined to fight for her.  Her death would not be in vain.

A week later I was in an academy that trained agents for the CIA.  
Having no better ideas for myself, I went along for the ride, figuring I 
could leave any time I wanted.  I'd lived a fairly rugged existence for the 
last four years and found the physical training easy.  Some subjects were 
difficult, but for the most part, I found the intellectual portions stimulating 
rather than difficult.  I often ended up helping other students.


PART 10 (R)
OAKWOOD APARTMENTS
501 N. ROOSEVELT BLVD.
FALLS CHURCH, VA
APARTMENT 52-B
THURSDAY - 7:00 PM

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door.  I looked out the 
peephole to see Conroy standing there.  My partner, Conroy Phillips, 
was the one person in the world I completely trusted.  I smiled and 
opened the door. 

He stepped in and embraced me.  "How's the Lion today?" I teased, 
using his code name.

He grinned.  "Doing splendiferous, darling.  I miss you."
 
"I know, I'm sorry.  I'll be back in on Monday.  I needed to get Fox and 
Jake settled."  He followed me towards the couch.

He sighed.  "Are you going to tell them?"

"Yes, I think so."

"You THINK so?  Yesterday you were sure you were going to."

"I'm afraid of upsetting the status quo."

"Finding out Fox has a twin isn't upsetting the status quo?  I think it's a 
little late for that, don't you?"

I looked him in the eye.  "You're the only one I'd admit this to," I began.

"Admit what?" he asked.

I ran my fingers through his long, blond hair that fell to his shoulders.  
"I'm scared."

He smiled gently at me.  "It's time.  Time for them, time for you.  I think 
finding Jake is a sign."

I laughed.  "You and your damn SIGNS.  You sound like Fox."

"You need this, Shona," he said softly.

"I know.  I will tell them."

"Tomorrow," he stressed.

"O.K., tomorrow."

"Promise?" he said, moving his head away as I tried to kiss him.

I frowned.  "Oh, all right.  I'll buck up my courage.  I'll tell them tomorrow."  
I paused as he continued to stare at me.  "Oh, all right!  I promise!"

He smiled again and then allowed me to kiss him.  We made out for 
several minutes and I was seriously considering stripping him naked 
when his cell phone rang.

"Damn it," he cursed, disengaging from me. 

He answered it, "Phillips."

I watched as his eyes narrowed as he listened.  Those blue eyes got me 
every time.  "Shona too?"  He paused.  "Right, I'm on my way."

He hung up.  "Sorry, baby.  I've been summoned."

"By whom?"

"The big boys, the Deputy Director.  Hope its not bad news."

"They don't want me to come?" I asked, thinking that was strange.

"Nope, just me this time.  I'll let you know what it's about as soon as I 
know.  Maybe because you actually took a vacation, they decided not to 
bother you.  I'll take that as a good sign, that it isn't something bad or 
serious, or they'd call you in regardless."  He kissed me hard.  "I'll call 
you later."

"Right, bye," I said, kissing my fingers and pressing them to his lips.  He 
nipped at my finger playfully and turned to leave. 

As he opened the door, he said, "Tell them, baby.  You'll feel better."

I nodded and he left, closing the door softly behind him.  I went into the 
kitchen and put the water on for tea.  I got out the tea and a mug.  Not 
five minutes later, there was another knock on the door.  

I laughed out loud and swung the door open, asking, "Conroy, what did 
you forget?"

Then I gasped as I saw a needle streak towards my arm.  "Shit!" I 
screamed, lashing out, trying to kick.  I felt a pinch and could no longer 
control my arms.  I felt my vision fade.  "Fuck, careless," I muttered, and 
fell into nothingness.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SATURDAY - 7:00 PM

Jake and Jennifer had come over for dinner.  I was finding out that we 
had a lot in common, despite having been raised separately.  I felt closer 
to him than ever.  Jake's life hadn't been without its ups and downs.  
Some might even say it was spooky.  We had just finished and were 
having coffee in the living room when the doorbell rang.

I got up to answer it, peeking through the peephole.  A man with 
shoulder length, blonde hair stood there, wearing all black, nervously 
running his fingers through his hair.  "Scully," I said.

The tone of my voice put her on alert.  "What?" she asked, standing up.

"Get my weapon," I said.  "Jake, Jennifer, in the bedroom."

Jennifer and Jake gasped, grabbed the baby in his car seat and went 
down the hall without asking any questions.

Scully slipped my weapon into the hand that I held behind my back.  I 
glanced at her and she was holding hers.  She backed up to the sofa, 
turned to present the smallest profile but have clear vision of the entire 
entry and casually hung her right arm behind her hip.  She nodded.  God, 
I loved this woman.

I stepped away from the front of the door and opened it without taking 
the chain off.  "Who are you?" I asked.

"Conroy Phillips," he answered.

"So?" I asked, the name not ringing any bells.

"I need to talk to Fox Mulder," he said.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Tiger's partner."

"I.D.," I demanded.  He reached in his jacket pocket and I tensed.  All he 
did, though, was draw out his badge and hold it up to the crack of the 
open door.  I looked it over carefully.  It looked legitimate.  "All right, one 
second."

I closed the door, slipped my weapon into my belt.  I looked over my 
shoulder at Scully.  She was still holding her hidden weapon, but 
nodded.  I undid the chain and opened the door, keeping my body 
behind it.  He stepped over the threshold and I slammed the door, 
making him jump.  Scully brought up her weapon and trained it on him. 

I stepped behind him, my back to the door.  "Hands up!" I demanded.

He complied without protest, eyeing Scully.  Her hands were steady as a 
rock as I patted him down. I removed a weapon from his waist holster 
and one from his ankle.  I popped the cartridge out of his automatic 
Glock, and two bullets out of the derringer from his ankle.  I slipped the 
bullets into my pocket and jammed the cartridge into my waistband next 
to my own weapon.

I put the guns on a small table by the door and said, "Sit down on the 
couch."

He did and Scully backed away from the couch, sticking her gun in her 
jean belt, but in front where she could get it easily.  I stood at the end of 
the couch with my hands on my hips.  "I'm Fox Mulder.  What do you 
want?"

"I need your help," he said.

"With what?"

"They've got Tiger."

"What?  Who has her?"

"She was kidnapped.  I saw her last Thursday night.  Clever bastards 
summoned me to the Company, telling me that the brass wanted to see 
me.  When I got there, no one knew what the fuck I was talking about.  I 
let it go to one of those bureaucratic blunders and went home.  I tried to 
call her but she didn't answer.  I figured she'd either gone to bed early or 
come over here to talk."

"Go on."

"I couldn't reach her all day yesterday.  I finally went to her place last 
night.  I have a key.  Nothing was disturbed, but she was gone.  I still 
didn't think much of it, I knew she coming to see you."

"So?" I said, not letting on that I hadn't seen her yesterday.

"So today I got a note saying if I wanted to see her alive again, I needed 
to bring you to the Baltimore Storage Co., on 2600 North Charles Street 
in Maryland."  He was looking more frantic as he spoke.  He stood up 
and faced me.  "You have to help me!"

I stared at him.  "Why?"

"WHY?  I know those Consortium bastards have her, but I can't do this 
alone and I can't bring in anyone in the Company.  I need help.  I need 
you!"  He spun to look at Scully.  "I need you too, as back up.  Please 
help me save her."

Scully glanced at me.  "Why should we help Shona MacIntyre?"

"Doesn't she mean anything to you?  She brought you and Jake together 
for God sakes.  She didn't have to do that.  She loves you.  Don't you get 
it?"

"No, I don't get it.  I appreciate everything she's done for us, but I still 
don't get why I should help you, put my life and my partner's life on the 
line?  What's this nonsense about 'she loves me'?"

He stared at me incredulously.  "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" I asked, getting frustrated with this.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" he asked. 

Jake and Jennifer appeared at the end of the hallway.  "What's this all 
about?" he asked.

I turned to him.  "Conroy here thinks Scully and I should risk our lives to 
save Shona MacIntyre.  I'm just not clear on why he thinks we should do 
this for her.  She's an informant.  I'm grateful to all informants, but I do 
have a limit."

He looked from me to Jake and said, "She wasn't kidding.  You guys are 
fucking identical."

"No shit, answer the question," I insisted.

"You answer mine first," he said.

"What question?" asked Jake.

"She didn't tell you, did she?  Tell you who she is?" he clarified.

"She's Shona MacIntyre, sixteen year veteran of the CIA," I said flatly.

"No," he moaned.  He swallowed hard and bowed his head.  "Ah, baby, 
shit," he murmured to himself, staring at the carpet.  He looked up at me 
again.  "She didn't come see you yesterday?"

"No."

"This is worse than I thought.  She may have been gone for two days 
rather than one.  He looked at Jake and then at me again.  "She can kill 
me later for blowing the lid off this.  I don't care if she hates me as long 
as she's alive to do it.  I love her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, clamping down on my impatience.

He blinked rapidly and licked his lips.  He met my gaze and paused.  
Then he dropped a bomb.  "She's your sister, Agent Mulder."

"WHAT?" Jake and I bellowed in unison.

I continued.  "What kind of sick, fucking joke is this?  Samantha is dead.  
You hear me?  DEAD!"

He shook his head sadly.  "No.  Reports of her death have been greatly 
exaggerated," he said without a trace of humor.

I stared at him.  Jake and Scully stared at him.  I looked into his eyes.  
He was telling the truth, or the truth as he believed it, anyway.  Could I 
take a chance that he was wrong and ignore this?  My head was 
spinning.  "Oh my God," I whispered.  "How?"

"She can tell you all about it later, but right now, there's no TIME.  We 
have to be there by 9:00 PM tonight."  He paused, swallowed hard.  "Or 
she's dead," he said flatly.  He waited a few seconds then whispered 
desperately, "PLEASE help me."

I glanced at Scully and she said, "We have to check it out, Mulder.  I 
know you can't take a chance he's lying."

I nodded.  "We need to get ready," I said, making a snap decision.

Scully followed me into the bedroom.  We emerged wearing black jeans, 
black turtlenecks and black leather jackets, which we laughingly referred 
to as our funky poaching outfits.  I scribbled the address of the Lone 
Gunmen's lair on a piece of paper and looked at Jake.  "Take Jennifer 
and the baby to this address and stay there.  They might seem weird, but 
they're harmless and trustworthy.  They'll protect you with their lives.  
Don't come out until we come get you.  Got it?"  

"I could go with you," he said.

I shook my head.  "No, protect your fianc_ and child, Jake.  Don't be 
stupid.  You have no idea how to handle a weapon.  These are my 
friends.  They'll take care of you."

"I can fight," he protested.

I nodded at him, knowing he was frustrated by not being able to help, but 
I couldn't put them in danger.  "Can't fight bullets, Bro.  Take them there 
and keep them safe.  I'll call you as soon as I can."

He nodded, accepting reason.  That right there told me that he wasn't 
like me.  There were differences, thank God.  God, the Pope and the 
President wouldn't have kept me away if the situation were reversed.  
Well, maybe Scully.

XXXXXXXXXX
BALTIMORE STORAGE CO.
2600 NORTH CHARLES STREET
BALTIMORE, MD
SATURDAY - 8:50 PM

We pulled up outside the gates, and killed the lights.  He cut the pad lock 
with bolt cutters and opened the main gate.  There were three rows of 
storage garages, ten units in each row.  

I looked at Conroy and said, "What now, Sherlock?"

He scowled at me.  "I don't know.  Why don't we start at one end and go 
door to door, listening for any sound?"

Scully smiled and whispered, "Ah, the good old-fashioned way."

He smiled back.  The lights that normally lit up the area were all out.  
Either they'd cut the power or shot them out.  No time to investigate.  We 
pulled out our flashlights and crept to the end of the first row.  Scully 
stooped down and ran to the opposite side of the row, leaning against 
the end of the second building, which gave her a good view of the open 
area between the buildings.  I nodded at him and whispered, "We got 
your back."

He nodded and began walking silently from door to door and pausing to 
listen.  He got to the end of the first building and began up the other side 
of the second building.  Dead center in Garage #5, Building #2, he 
stopped as usual.  Then I saw his posture stiffen.  He put his chin down 
on his chest and a few seconds passed.  Then he looked up and 
motioned to us to come to him.  

We did and he motioned Scully to go in the opposite direction to the back 
of this building.  One window was in each garage on the backside.  She 
nodded and left.  We waited until we saw her flash light flick on and off 
up into the sky twice.  She was in position.

I stood behind him with my right shoulder braced on the garage door 
next to the one he was going to open, and aiming my weapon.  He 
knocked on the door.  Scully appeared and motioned to us.  We huddled 
over her.  "The windows are high, but I jumped.  She in there in a chair, 
strapped down.  She's alone, but I think she's wired."

"To what?" Conroy asked.  "An alarm?"

"A bomb," she whispered.

"Oh fuck," he said.

We crept back to the door and Scully retreated to the rear of the building.  
Conroy took a lock pick gun out of his jacket and carefully worked the 
lock.  When it clicked open, he said, "Think the door will blow it?"

"I don't know," I said considering the options.  "I doubt it.  They're 
probably using a remote.  They'd want more control." 

Conroy was torn.  "Oh Jesus," he whispered.  

He grabbed the handle and carefully lifted the door.  It squeaked once 
and we froze but then it rose another foot or so silently.  He motioned to 
me to take over and hold it.  I did and he fell to the ground and peered in 
under the door.  

"Oh fuck," he whispered again.

He backed out and took over holding the door up so I could look.  We 
didn't want to make too much noise raising the door.  I crouched and 
peered in.  She was tied to a wooden chair in the center of the space.  
Her hands were bound to the arms of the chair and each leg was tied to 
a chair leg.  She was gagged with a ball gag, and there was a bomb 
sitting under her chair.  Wires ran from it up over her thighs and attached 
to metal electrodes on the seat of the chair between her legs.  Other 
wires ran over her forearms.  If she moved her arms or legs, she would 
trigger the bomb.

She kept moving her eyes frantically, center, right, center, right.  It was 
deliberate. 

He carefully let go of the door and it didn't drop back down but held in 
position.  We both dropped to our stomachs and rolled in under the door.  
We approached her slowly and she shook her head very slightly.  Conroy 
whispered to her, "Are there booby traps?"

She shook her head 'no.'

"Are you all right?"

She nodded.

"Are they here?"

Her eyes and head tilt to the right again.

"The next garage to your right?" I whispered.

She gave a small affirmative nod.  At least they'd left her head free so 
she could move that without setting anything off. 

I whispered to Conroy.  "Let me get Scully.  I know people who can 
disarm this.  Meantime, we take them out next door."

Conroy turned to her again.  "Next door wired?" 

She shrugged.  She didn't know.

Then something dawned on me.  "If they are expecting you at 9:00, we 
have five minutes.  Won't they come looking for us, or for her?"

"They could set it off remotely," he whispered. 

She shook her head 'no.'

Conroy was obviously in great distress.  "I hope you're right, baby," he 
whispered.

I whispered, "Ambush time.  I'm going do my spider man act."

"What?"

"Up to the roof I go."

"Be careful," he said.  "Remember, we only have five minutes.  I'll wait at 
the end of the building and try to take them out when they show up.  We 
don't want to shoot inside that garage."

"Got it," I said.

I peered both ways before slipping out of the garage.  Conroy followed 
me out and gently closed the door again so nothing would look amiss.  I 
hated leaving her in there, but we had no choice.

I ran around the end of the building and quickly apprised Scully of our 
plan.  She helped boost me up the drain pipe on the back of the building 
three garages down.  I reached the roof and was glad they were made of 
more than fiberglass, but knew I was going to have to be careful or I 
would make too much noise walking.  I carefully followed the main beam 
across the back to the center unit and the laid down on my belly, sliding 
up to the front.  I peered over the edge just in time to hear the door go up 
on the right.  I pulled my head back and heard one guy say, "Time's up."

"She's no good to us dead," another answered.

"We have to keep our promises and threats or they aren't worth anything, 
numb nut," came the sarcastic reply.

"I can't believe he won't come for her.  Let's just give them five more 
minutes."

The other guy groaned.  "You're impossible."

"Five minutes," the second stressed.

"All right, five minutes, and then I set the timer," the first one said.  I 
heard the door underneath me begin to open.  "It's open.  Someone's 
been here," he said, looking around.

"Check on her," the other one said.  They opened the door fully and 
entered the garage and a light was flicked on.  "How are we doing 
sweetheart?" guy number one asked.

"Uuuuukkkkkkk oooooooooo," she groaned through the gag and I 
couldn't help but smirk.  It died quickly.  We could all be blown to seventh 
heaven in a minute.  I peered over the edge and saw Conroy inching his 
way toward the open door, back to the building.  I scooted forward until 
my arms hung over the edge, my weapon gripped firmly in my hand.  

I carefully hitched up on one hip and pulled a quarter out of my pocket.  I 
tossed it over the back to signal Scully.  She shot out the back window.  I 
prayed Shona wouldn't flinch.  

"What the fuck!" I heard one of them shout and then they were running 
out the door.  


PART 11 (PG-13)
BALTIMORE STORAGE CO.
2600 NORTH CHARLES STREET
BALTIMORE, MD
SATURDAY - 9:15 

Conroy opened fire.  They turned to him and squeezed off a few shots as 
he dove and rolled on the pavement away from the building.  As soon as 
they turned to him and showed me their backs instead of their profile, I 
took aim and fired at the bigger one's right shoulder.  He went down.  
The other was hit in the left shoulder by Conroy's bullet but was still up.  
He took aim at Conroy who was still on the ground and trying to get up.  
He dropped back down, intending to shoot from the ground, but I knew 
he wouldn't make it.  Conroy wanted them alive, but this asshole wasn't 
leaving me a choice.  I squeezed the trigger and missed as the guy 
lurched to the side.  I cursed under my breath.  

Then a bullet tore through the man's back.  He squeezed the trigger of 
his gun as he fell to his knees, and the asphalt next to Conroy shattered 
and sprayed him with shards.  A third shot hit him and he went down all 
the way.  I looked to the right and there was Scully in a firing crouch.  
God, I loved this woman.  She carefully approached the downed men, 
checked for pulses and determined they were both dead as Conroy and I 
kept our guns targeted on them.  

At her all clear, I slid over the edge, doing a body curl on the overhang of 
the roof and then dropped the rest of the way to the ground.  I had my 
phone out and was dialing by the time Conroy reached me.

"We have to be discreet," he said.  "I know who I can trust."

I nodded.  "Me too," I replied.  After calling the Gunmen, Conroy called 
someone.  I didn't even ask who it was.  The Gunmen were there in 
fifteen minutes, piling out of the van.  I knew by the haste of their arrival 
that they had followed us but I couldn't be upset with them now.  They 
combed the garage and surrounding buildings and grounds for other 
devices that might potentially be set off.  When they found none, they 
packed up and left, heading to check both Scully's and my apartments 
for bugs at my request.  

They had no sooner left than two more vans arrived.  The first one 
carried two bomb experts who immediately moved to the area where 
Shona was wired.  I assumed this was whom Conroy had called.  Behind 
them was a second, plain unmarked van.  The two men in the unmarked 
van picked up the corpses and put them in the back of their vehicle.  
They returned with portable hoses and sprayed the blood off the 
pavement.  They left while the two bomb experts combed the garage and 
checked everything out.

We stood watching as they worked in silence.  Finally, one of the men 
said, "Moment of truth, everybody out, all the way to the gate."

Conroy ran in and gave Shona a kiss on the cheek before rejoining us.  
We all swallowed and did as we were told.  Scully was clutching her 
cross and praying.  I put my arm around her shoulder and buried my 
nose in her hair saying my own prayer to a God I hadn't believed in or 
trusted since I was twelve years old.  I whispered, "If you're up there, 
now's the time to prove it."

Scully smiled sadly at me and kissed my cheek.  We went back to 
embracing.  I felt a hand clap my shoulder and looked at Conroy.  "I hate 
this," he whispered.  "Being helpless," he added.

I nodded.  "I know the feeling," I said quietly.  We all turned to watch the 
door.  One of the men emerged and walked toward us.  When he 
reached us, he hollered, "Go ahead, Gus."

We all held our breath as the one left inside prepared to try to finish 
disarming the bomb.  Seconds ticked by and the demolitions expert 
checked his watch.  "What's going on?" I asked.

He answered, "He has a series of three connections to disarm, hopefully 
in the right order.  It's close, careful work.  He has to take his time.  It will 
probably take a minute per connection to double check for secondary 
trips.  We don't think there are any, but it never hurts to double check," 
he said, stating the obvious.  

More seconds ticked by as I become more and more tense.  Then a 
breath I didn't know I was holding whooshed out of me as the man 
emerged and pulled off his helmet.  "Green light!" he hollered, and 
pumped his fist in the air.  We all ran to the garage and swarmed around 
Shona.  We took the gag off first.

Once she was out of the chair, Conroy dragged her out of the garage 
and yanked her into a fierce embrace.  

She hugged him back and began to cry.  We exited and stood a couple 
feet away while they reunited.  The two bomb men, who I assumed were 
CIA, quickly confiscated the materials and packed them in metal cases, 
returning to their van and leaving without even saying good-bye.

I heard Shona say, "I knew you'd come.  God, Connie, I was so scared."

"I know," he whispered back.  "I know, baby.  God, who were they?"

"I don't know."

"Consortium?"

"I just don't know.  They were flunkies, wouldn't tell me who they worked 
for or what they wanted."

Scully touched her arm gently.  "We should get you checked out in a 
hospital."

She shook her head.  "No!  No hospitals."

"I'm a medical doctor.  At least let me check you out."

"Back at her place," I added. 

Conroy made another call.  He walked away, but I heard the words 
'clean-up', 'square with owner', and 'tonight'.  He returned and said, "All 
set.  Clean up crew comin' in.  Let's get her out of here."

Scully nodded and we headed back to our car.  Shona sat close to 
Conroy in his car as they followed us back to Georgetown.

XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SUNDAY - 12:30 AM

Scully immediately shuffled Shona into her bedroom and shooed us out 
as Conroy and I tried to follow them in.  We left reluctantly and went into 
the kitchen.  I opened the fridge and held up a beer to him wordlessly.  
He took it and we popped the tops and took big slugs.

"Some night," I said.

"Yeah, I've had better," he said.

"She's really Samantha, huh?" I asked.  At his inquisitive look, I laughed 
and said, "It's clean.  I had our friends over here checking for bugs while 
the bomb squad was still working."

He nodded appreciatively and said, "Yeah, she really is."

"I can't quite get mind around that.  I finally accepted that she was dead.  
It doesn't make any sense.  She has a lot of fucking explaining to do," I 
said, unable to keep the anger out of my voice.

He looked at me for a moment and said, "Go easy on her.  She's more 
fragile than she appears to be."   He laughed.  "If she heard me say that, 
she'd kick me in the balls," he added.

I couldn't help laughing too and said, "Scully's the same way."

"The story is more complicated than you can imagine, Fox."

"Mulder, please call me Mulder."

"Right, Mulder.  Give her a chance to explain.  I've told her secret now; 
she's not going to have any choice but to explain.  She's going to be 
angry I told you."

"Why?  She should have told me, contacted me a long fucking time ago!  
I've spend my whole FUCKING LIFE looking for her," I shouted.

He put his hand on my arm and I shook it off, unable to stop the rage that 
was welling up inside me.  This wasn't supposed to be the way it felt 
when I finally found her.  I wasn't even convinced it was really her.  She 
was going to have to convince me.  Then I remembered the feelings 
when I was around her, that I knew her somehow, that we were 
connected, that the feeling wasn't sexual and therefore, I didn't 
understand the connection I felt.  I remembered Jake telling me he felt 
the same thing, that he usually dug tall brunettes and yet, she didn't turn 
him on, as beautiful as she was, and not because she was cold or 
anything.  All these things swirled in my head.

Conroy spoke softly, as if to a jittery mental patient.  "I know this is all 
hard to take in, especially without any proof, and you're going to have to 
wait for your explanation.  There is one, though, trust me on that.  All I 
can tell you is that it was too dangerous for her to come forward.  It's 
dangerous even now.  When I discovered her gone, my first thought was 
that those Consortium bastards had figured out who she was, because of 
this Jake thing.  She swears no one was following her or watching her, 
but that's na_ve.  Despite her experience, she can still have blinders on 
when she's going after something she wants.  That's why I'm always 
there to watch her back.  They did a classic divide and conquer and 
separated us."

"Is Jake in danger?"

"He could be.  They said they wanted you.  It wouldn't be hard to think 
Jake was you."

"No, it wouldn't."

"I'll see about getting him some protection."

"He won't like it."

Conroy smiled at me.  "He'll never know," he stated confidently.

"You're people are that good, huh?"

"Better," he said blandly and tossed his empty beer bottle in the trash.

I huffed out a breath.  "I want to talk to her now."

"It's late.  Let's shoot for tomorrow."

"It's already tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Later today then, semantics boy," he teased.

I smiled at him.  I liked him, in spite of our rocky introduction.  "You love 
her?" I asked suddenly.

He put his hand on his heart.  "More than my own life, man."

I met his eyes.  "Then if she is my sister, look out.  Because you hurt her, 
and I'll kick your sorry ass."

He busted out laughing and I couldn't help laughing with him.  We were 
both punchy and coming down off our adrenaline rushes.

Scully entered right then and raised the classic Scully eyebrow.  "I see 
you two are getting along."  She glanced at the bottle in my hand.  "Or is 
it more a male bonding session driven by alcohol?" she suggested.

We both grinned at her.  "How is she?" Conroy asked, his face turning 
serious.

"She's fine, a little shocky.  I have her in a pair of Mulder's flannel 
pajamas and tucked her in with an electric blanket.  She needs rest, and 
then she'll need food and lots of liquid.  I got her to drink two glasses of 
water.  She's dehydrated, but more would have made her sick.  I gave 
her shot of Percodan for the muscle cramp pains."

"She can't take Acetametaphine!" he said, nearly panicked.

"I know, she told me.  That's Percocet.  Percodan is with aspirin."

"Whew," he said and relaxed against the counter.  "So now what?"

"How about you go in there and curl up with her.  Keep her warm," she 
suggested.

"Where will you sleep?" he asked.

"My couch is a Castro Convertible, it makes out into a bed.  We'll be fine.  
Go to her.  We'll see you in the morning."

He nodded and on his way out the door of the kitchen said, "Thanks.  I 
appreciate the leap of faith you two took tonight.  I owe you."  Then he 
was gone.

XXXXXXXXXX

Scully came to me and I embraced her, after throwing away my beer 
bottle.  I relaxed, leaning my butt against the kitchen counter and she 
snuggled into my chest.  I don't know how long we stood there, just 
holding each other.  "You want to talk?" she asked finally.

"Tomorrow," I said.  "I need to process for a little while longer."

"Do you believe him?" Scully asked softly.

"I think so," I replied.

"Let's get some sleep," she suggested.

"I need to call Jake," I said.  "I promised I would, no matter what time it 
was."

"Go ahead," she said and walked into the living room as I dialed the 
Gunmen's number and let Jake know that everything was all right.

We pulled out the couch and made up the bed.  I stripped down to my 
boxers and she slipped into some pajamas she'd brought out of the 
bedroom with her.  We slid under the sheet and spooned up.  No nookie 
tonight with guests in the other room.  Oh well, there would be more time 
for that later.  I was too distracted and didn't think I could do it tonight 
anyway.  That was a first, I thought ironically.

Despite my racing thoughts, I was asleep in minutes.

XXXXXXXXXX
SUNDAY - 9:00 AM

When everyone awoke, we took turns in the shower.  Shona and Conroy 
both borrowed sweats and tee shirts from Mulder.  Fortunately, he now 
kept quite a few clothes here.  Mine were too small.  I felt like 'Scully, the 
Midget' in a sea of giants.  We met in the kitchen and I cooked scrambled 
eggs and bacon and toast for everyone, glad I'd gone shopping 
yesterday and stocked up.

Finally, the moment of truth came.  There was a knock on the door, and 
Mulder answered it to admit Jennifer and Jake, as usual, toting the baby.  
We all settled in the living room and Shona chose the recliner.  Conroy, 
Mulder and I sat on the couch.  Jake sat in an overstuffed chair, and 
Jennifer opted to sit on the floor between his legs with the baby between 
hers.

I passed out coffee and settled in.  We all went quiet and looked at her.  
She sighed deeply.  "I don't know where to begin," she said.

Mulder said, "At the beginning, everything you can remember, every 
detail.  I want to know everything."

She nodded and her eyes became wet.  "You've always been right, Fox," 
she said.  I noted that Mulder didn't correct her and make her call him 
Mulder, a sure sign that he was beginning to believe.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I was abducted.  Not kidnapped.  Aliens abducted me.  I spent six years 
being tortured by them."  She held his gaze for a moment.  "The guilt 
stops here.  There was nothing you could have done to fight them.  
There's not a lot we can do as adults.  As a child, there was absolutely 
nothing you could have done.  Our parents, or at least our father, was in 
on it from the beginning.  He knew he'd have to give one of us up."
 
So, it began.  She was still talking when we broke for lunch and for 
Jennifer to feed the baby at noon.  I made ham and cheese sandwiches 
and pulled out a bag of potato chips.  We ate making small talk for about 
a half hour and then got more coffee and went back into the living room.

At 4:00 PM, she finally reached the end of the story.  We all sat in 
stunned silence.

Mulder and Jake were both crying silently.  Jake croaked out, "Life really 
sucks sometimes, you know it?"  It was a rhetorical question.  He didn't 
expect an answer.

Shona smiled at him.  "Yes, it can.  It can also bring great joy, Jake.  
Don't deny yourself that because you might get hurt.  Believe me when I 
tell you, I've spent my whole life denying myself.  Denying that I was hurt, 
denying that I felt lost and abandoned, denying that I was dying inside 
because I had no one to confide in.  I finally let Conroy in, and it's been a 
roller coaster for him, that's for sure." 

He laughed gently and smiled at her with such affection it made my chest 
ache.  I knew that look.  I saw it on Mulder's face when he looked at me.  
I saw on Jake's face when he looked at Jennifer, just as he was doing 
now.  

She continued, "It's been a roller coaster, but I don't regret one minute of 
it.  The only thing I regret is not letting him in sooner.  Even now, I've 
held in so much, Connie.  While I was sitting there waiting to be blown to 
smithereens, I realized what I've been missing all these years.  Love.  
That's what I've been missing, my whole, sorry, God damned life," she 
whispered, trailing off.

Mulder got up and walked over to her.  He motioned to her to stand up.  
She did and he pulled her into an embrace.  Without heels, she was 
about three inches shorter than he, but still tall.  He put his chin on her 
shoulder and held her tight.  Then Jake stood up and joined them.  He 
hugged her from behind.  It was an emotional moment and still, the 
words popped out of me before I could rein them in.  "A Mulder 
sandwich."

Conroy and Jennifer started laughing.  "No, a Jake sandwich," Jennifer 
corrected.  

They laughed, too, and separated.  Jake and Mulder returned to their 
seats.  Shona said, "I take it that means you believe me."

"Yes," Mulder said.  "I'm still angry you didn't come to me a lot sooner."

"When would have been the right time, Fox?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

"I needed to be ready.  I could help you more if you didn't know who and 
where I was."

"Help me?"

"It's so complicated.  I've watched over you to the best of my ability ever 
since I've been able to.  I sent Deep Throat to you.  I sent X to you.  I 
sent Marita Covarrubias to you through X."

"Diana?" he asked carefully, glancing at me, knowing I hated the subject 
of anything to do with the woman.  I hoped I wasn't going to hear a 
rambling diatribe from him or Shona on how wonderful she was and that 
she really wanted to help us.

Shona was silent for a couple minutes, obviously deciding what to tell 
him.  "I don't know what Diana was like when she was your partner, or 
what her motivations were at that time.  She could have been a straight 
shooter."

"Later?" Mulder asked.

Shona met his gaze.  "Diana was, I hesitate to call her a pariah," she 
finished.  "Her loyalties would seem divided, but really she only had one 
loyalty when it came down to brass tacks."

"What was that?"

"To herself," she said.

"She saved me in the end," he said.

"How so?" Shona asked in surprise.

"She sent Scully her access card for the Department of Justice facility 
where I was being held."

Shona snorted.  "No, she didn't.  I'd forgotten about that."

"What?  She didn't?"

She looked at Scully.  "I sent it to your partner.  I also sent her the book 
that helped her decipher the rubbings on the artifact."

"How'd you get it?" Mulder inquired.  "I don't understand any of this.  Why 
did I see the starlight, see you in the starlight?"

She looked at him sadly.  "I'm not sure.  I did get a hold of some of the 
information on the experiments they did on you while they held you 
captive and did the surgery.  Most of it was a form of post-hypnotic 
suggestion.  Harold Piller, the man you met on the Amber Lynn case was 
a Consortium plant.  He played his part well, and strung you along.  I 
don't know how you found the diary that I hid on April Base, but you did.  
From reading the material I took from Diana's apartment, I surmised that 
you were given a post hypnotic suggestion that if certain words were 
heard while you were alone, or thought you were alone, it would trigger 
the vision for you.  Harold led you there, delivered the words, and you 
saw what they wanted you to see, just like the so-called dreams you had 
while you were there.  They were all hypnotic memory implants."

Mulder covered his face.  "You didn't answer me.  How did you get the 
card to the DOJ facility that you sent to Scully?"

"From Diana," she said.

"She gave it to you?" he asked.

She shook her head.  Quietly she said, "No, I took it from her, along with 
their experiment data that I found on her computer."

Mulder stared at her.  "I thought she died because she tried to save me 
by sending that access card to Scully."

Shona still stared at him.  "Oh, she died for you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

There was silence for a full thirty seconds.  "I killed her."


PART 12 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
SUNDAY - 4:30 PM

"What?" Mulder questioned in a strangled voice.

"I'm sorry, Fox.  I didn't trust her so I paid her a visit.  She challenged me, 
she taunted me, when I asked her what they were doing to you, she told 
me it didn't matter because they'd left you for dead," she said, frowning, 
the emotion clear in her quivering voice.  "She said I'd never make it to 
you in time."  She met his eyes again, "She held a gun on me and told 
me she was going to kill me.  Don't you get it, Fox?  Diana. Left. You. 
For. DEAD!" she hissed.

He moaned and buried his face in his hands.  I pulled him to me.  "I'm 
sorry," I whispered into his hair.  He shuddered but got himself under 
control.  

"No, Scully," he said.  "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"You owe your partner your life," Shona said.

He said, "I know, many times over."

I said, "Apparently, you owe your life to Shona too."

"Samantha," he whispered as if the name were magic.

She shook her head.  "I haven't been Samantha Mulder for twenty-eight 
years.  I haven't been Samantha MacIntyre for sixteen.  I'm Shona 
MacIntyre.  It's who I am.  I can't go back."

"Not even for me?" he asked.

She looked at him sadly again but smiled.  "Not even for you, Fox.  I do 
love you though, you know that, don't you?"

"I think so," he said.

She shed a tear but then blinked rapidly.  "I'm sorry for all the pain you've 
been through, all the uncertainty, all the lies.  You have to understand, I 
was afraid too, for my life, Fox.  I couldn't risk exposure."

"Not even to me?" he asked.

She gave the same answer.  "Not even for you."

"Has that changed now?"

"Somewhat.  I'm still Shona; I'll be Shona until I die.  Samantha suffered 
untold losses and excruciating pain, physical and mental.  I never want to 
be her again.  Being Shona helps me deal with that, separate myself 
from that part of my life.  I don't want to forget it.  It's what motivates me.  
At the same time, I don't want it to rule my life.  Can you understand 
that?"

Mulder nodded.  "I'm glad you're here now."

She smiled happily this time.  "Me too, and there's a bonus."

"Huh?" Mulder asked.

Shona nodded toward Jake.  "There are three," she said simply.  "Where 
there were only two," she added.

Mulder looked at them.  "Where there was only one," he corrected.

She smiled.  "True, where there was only one," she agreed soulfully.  

"I've gained two siblings inside a week.  It's a little much to take in," he 
said.

"Well, I've told you all I can for now.  If you have questions later, I'll 
answer them.  Please keep my secret, Fox, you too, Jake and Jennifer.  
My life could still depend upon it."

"We will," they said in unison.  The rest of us chuckled.  They looked at 
each other startled and that made us laugh harder.

Shona stood up.  "It's time for me to go.  Do you have a piece of paper?"

I handed her a pad.

She wrote two copies with her home and cell numbers on it, along with 
Conroy's home and cell numbers on it.  She ripped it off and handed one 
to Mulder and one to Jake.  "Call me or Conroy any time."

We nodded and Conroy stood to join her.  He walked her to the door, 
shaking hands with Jake and Mulder on his way past them to pick up the 
bag with their other clothes.  The door clicked closed behind them and 
Jake cleared his throat.  "I think we should be going too."

Jennifer stood and lifted the baby.  "We'll be in touch," Mulder said.

"I'll call you before we go back to San Diego.  We need to go back and 
get things settled."

"I understand.  It's just, I feel like I just found you, and now I'm losing you 
again."

"I know," Jake replied.  "I'll keep in touch.  I promise.  Besides, who else 
would I want to be best man at my wedding except my brother?"

They hugged in that manly way men have, as I hugged Jennifer, and 
then they left.  Mulder turned to me and we embraced again in silence.  
"Wanna talk?" I asked.

"Nope, all talked out," he replied.

"Wanna eat?"

"Nope, I'm full."

"Wanna watch T.V.?" I asked.  "Get a movie?"

"Nope," he said, his answers getting shorter.

"What do you want to do?"

He cupped my face and said, "Make love to you."

I smiled.  "You're on."

XXXXXXXXXX

We entered the bedroom and stripped quickly. 

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

Sheer sexual madness.  It's the only way to describe the feelings that are 
ignited when I touched Scully.  My fingers were inside her.  Her hips 
were rising involuntarily and her stomach was trembling with pleasure as 
I found her G-spot and pushed hard against it as I pumped my fingers 
inside.  

I sucked on her nether lips and she moaned, "Ohhhh, that's exquisite."

She began to climax as I moved up and sucked her clitoris into my 
mouth.  Her body jerked and she let out these little yelps of pleasure with 
each spasm that tightened her muscles around my fingers.  I wanted to 
feel it on my cock.  I moved up and kissed her gently as she came down.

Then I was entering her velvety chamber.  Something about making love 
to Scully made me want to tell her what I was feeling.  The fear of 
rejection was gone.  "God, Scully, sometimes it hurt to look at you 
because my cock would harden just from the sight of you."

"Ugg," she grunted as I pushed into her.  

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"All this time, I could have been shoving myself deep inside your hot, 
little pussy like I am now," I declared.  "We could have been feeling this 
connection."

"Oh God, Mulder," she whimpered as I began to stroke in and out of her 
fully.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Look at you, so beautiful, all flushed and horny.  I could have been 
fucking you all this time.  I should have been fucking you raw every night, 
making you beg for it like a cat in heat," I growled.

"Oh Jesus, then do it now, Mulder."

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Oh, I intend to, baby.  I can't get enough.  I want to fuck you until my 
cock's sore and your pussy is numb."

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Oh shit," she wailed, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

XXXXXXXXXX

Red, hot heat seared through me as his steel rigid cock plowed into me 
again and again.  I was dripping wet as he broke into me, almost violent 
in his loving.  I knew what he needed.  He was confused, angry and 
hurting.  All these truths he'd learned today.  Sometimes when we get the 
truth we seek, it's not always what we imagined it to be.  Sometimes it 
hurt.

Diana had betrayed him after all, and he needed to know that I wouldn't.  
Sam had hidden from him all these years.  To him, that was a betrayal 
too, I was sure even if it was understandable.  He needed to connect 
with me on a fundamental level that he'd never been able to connect to 
either of them on.  He needed to feel total control to bring his sense of 
equilibrium back.

His entire length split me completely in two and I felt jolts of lightening 
reverberate from my clit and travel along my nerves and invade my body.  
I arched against him and screamed as I reached climax, feeling the 
divine pleasure of clamping down on him.

He barked, "Pull your legs up."

I lifted them higher on his waist and he pressed deeper.  "Oh fuck, 
Scully.  I can't help it," he said as he kept thrusting into me.

"S'okay," I grunted out.  "Take what you need."

He went wild, forcing his giant dick in and out of me, bottoming out 
against my cervix.  He grunted, sweated, hissed and strained as he took 
what he needed, feeding himself on my body my acceptance, my 
unconditional love.  The pleasure crashed through me and I came again 
a third time, in convulsing waves that left me breathless.  He bellowed 
and came to a sudden stop.  "I can't come," he sobbed.

"Shhh," I cooed to him.  "Want me to suck on you?"

"Jesus!  I can't believe you say things like that to me."

"I'll do anything you want, Mulder.  I'll give you anything you need."

"I need release.  I need to feel like the conqueror," he admitted.  "How 
sick is that?" he asked me.

"Not sick.  You're human.  What will do it for you?"

"Something new," he said.

"Like what?"

"I don't know."  He paused and then he kissed me, his cock still throbbing 
inside me.  He lifted his head and stared into my eyes.  They suddenly 
got wider.  He had an idea.  I'd know that look anywhere.

"What?" I asked.  "You thought of something you want.  What is it?"

"I can't ask it of you," he said.  

"Yes you can.  I'm not like anyone else," I said, not wanting to say 
Shona's or Diana's name.  "I won't leave you no matter what.  I won't lie 
to you, no matter what."  I paused.  "I'll give you, no, wait, I'll let you 
TAKE whatever you need.  I trust you completely."

He sobbed and buried his nose in my hair.  His lips found my earlobe 
and sucked on it making me shudder.  "God, Scully, do you have any 
idea how much those words mean to me?"

"I think I do.  So tell me what you want that I can give you."

He took a deep, shuddering breath and put his lips to my ear.  "I want to 
have anal sex," he blurted out.

I groaned from the mere thought of that gigantic shaft shoved up my ass.  
I'd only tried it once and while it had felt good at first, it had hurt.  I would 
do it for him though, even if it hurt me some.  He needed it.  It was an 
ultimate act of trust and he needed to know I, at least, held nothing back 
from him.  Besides, didn't every guy want to have anal sex, whether they 
would admit it or not?

I cupped his face and moved it on an even level with mine.  "Take it," I 
said.

He nearly choked, closing his eyes and becoming pale.  

"Breathe, Mulder," I instructed.

He sucked in a deep breath and seemed to regain his equilibrium.  "On 
your hands and knees," he said quietly.

He stared at me.  I could see his fear.  He didn't know if I would do it, 
even after I said I would.  Or maybe he was afraid of hurting me.  I 
smiled and rolled over as he leaned to one side, causing him to fall out 
and pulled myself up on my hands and knees.  "There's some Astroglide 
that I use with my vibrator in the nightstand.  Please use that."

He scrambled over there, and ripped open the drawer.  "You have 
Astroglide, Scully?" he asked, sounding totally amazed.

I snickered.  "Even G-women need release, Mulder," I answered.

He was soon situated behind me and spread the lubrication on my ass 
crack.  His gentle fingers massaged my anus and I groaned at the 
sensation.  He gently worked one finger inside, then two, and finally 
three.  His left hand reached around and fingered my clit.  I came with his 
fingers in my ass, unable to believe I'd enjoyed it that much.

I heard him squirt more lube and rub it onto himself, and felt some cool 
liquid enter my rectum as his fingers pulled out.  Then it was there.  The 
blunt, wide tip of his mushroomed head pressed against my sphincter.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Go slow at first," I requested.  My labia quivered as his cock head 
penetrated me and formed a tight seal in my ass.  I moaned with the 
quick dart of pain at his entry that quickly faded.  His hand gripped my 
hips tightly and he pressed gently forward.  

"Ohhhh, Gaawwwddd, fuck," I babbled as I felt the head furrow slowly 
deeper into the tightness of my pulsing passage.  My nipples grew tighter 
and my breasts rocked gently back and forth as I swayed under the 
gushes of warmth spreading through me as his cock head slowly slid 
forward, touching each new nerve ending in my rectum.  He was moving 
glacially slow and for that I was grateful.

The bulbous head scraped against the narrow confines of my ass as it 
was slowly engulfed.  He stopped to let me adjust and his left hand 
reached under me to stimulate my clitoris again.  My flesh quaked as the 
fire in my loins licked through my insides.

I'd never dreamed this could feel so good.  He retreated slightly and 
pushed in again.  I was enflamed with a carnal hunger I'd never known 
before.  My ass felt enflamed and the passage rippled as he slowly 
forced his thickness into me.  To my surprise, I felt myself rocking back 
against him.  The sensation of him retreating and pressing forward again 
made me gasp.  I felt more Astroglide poured onto our joining.  The cold 
made my muscles contract and he groaned. 

When I released them though, we both groaned as my ass sucked at his 
cock, pulling it inevitably deeper.   I knew he wasn't even half way in 
when I felt the massive presence suddenly inflate even larger and press 
itself deeper.  It was throbbing fiercely and I shook with the knowledge of 
my coming climax.  He retreated and made short, stabbing strokes.  "You 
O.K., Scully?" he panted.

"Yes, keep going," I breathed out.

My groin was liquid fire and spreading quickly.  I arched my back and felt 
his cock shudder as it slowly pried and stretched my inner walls.  I 
sighed deeply and felt a trembling in my legs.  

"Oh fuck, I've never been this hard, Scully," he panted to me in a 
honeyed growl.  Just the sound of his voice, his pleasure was enough to 
make me quiver.  I took a deep breath and felt my rectum relax.  "Oh 
yeah, that's it, relax for me, baby," he growled.

His ass clenched with every thrust that sent his cock slicing into me as 
he burrowed his cock into the tender, sucking muscles of my rectum.  It 
pierced me with a sensation close to pain and yet threw me headlong 
into rapture.

Then I was coming, without warning.  Each stab drove his monstrous 
penis head deeper, making me scream and convulse tighter around him.  
The pressure through the thin wall of my rectum was pressing on my G-
spot.  I completely surrendered, throwing my head back and screamed, 
"Take me!  Oh God, so good.  I'm coming, oh god, still coming!  Fuck me, 
Mulder.  Fuck me!  Just FUCK ME!"

He roared and began to thrust hard into me while growling savagely.  It 
through me into a relentless, violent orgasm the likes of which I'd never 
experienced.  He was pummeling me hard.  I slipped into blissful oblivion

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This was heaven.  I was fucking Scully's ass.  I was cleaving those juicy, 
little ass cheeks in two.  I stroked short and quick, parting the straining 
sheath of her rectum, pouring more lube as I felt dryness return at her 
entrance.  She was making delicious sounds of arousal.  

I knew I wasn't hurting her and couldn't keep quiet anymore.  "Oh fuck, 
I've never been this hard, Scully."  I felt her rectum relax and she pushed 
her tight, little ass back against me.  I tunneled deeper.  "Oh yeah, that's 
it, relax for me, baby," I growled.

She was hot, so hot and pulsing inside.  I leaned over, stimulating her 
clitoris and gouging my hot shaft into the cleft of her ass, sinking into the 
loosening, widening tunnel with every stroke.  I was half way in and felt 
my scrotum quiver and pull up tight.  Not yet, I chanted to myself.  I 
stopped and she kept humping back against me.  I went slower, pressed 
harder on her clit and suddenly she was in some sort of orgasmic frenzy. 

She groaned, spread her legs wider, arching her ass up to allow me 
deeper penetration.  I increased my tempo and pistoned in and out of 
her, ramming harder.  She shrieked and I felt her rectal walls collapse 
around me again.  Then she cried out to me.  "Take me!  Oh God, so 
good.  I'm coming, oh god, still coming!  Fuck me, Mulder.  Fuck me!  
Just FUCK ME!"

I lost all control beyond managing to grab the lube and squeeze more 
onto our joining. I dropped the bottle and increased my tempo, 
hammering back in again.  I lanced into her, punching deep and making 
her take more of me with every stroke.  I'd retreat, feeling my cock 
dragging and pulling on her flesh.  She felt swollen and wet inside now, 
whether from her orgasm, the Astroglide, my precum, or a combination 
of all three.  I didn't know and didn't care.  She wanted me to fuck her 
and that was what I was going to do, what I needed to do.

I couldn't believe it when my cock swelled, growing harder and bulging 
tighter inside her grasping, little ass.  I bellowed and grabbed her hips, 
repeatedly shoving my throbbing shaft into the small, tiny orifice and 
watching it disappear like magic.  I hovered on the edge of climax for 
what seemed like forever.  She grunted as she stretched to 
accommodate what must have felt like an immense invading phallus.  

She was totally unaccustomed to having anything in here, let alone 
someone of my bulk and size.  The constant friction on my cock was 
divine and I felt my balls spasm.  The tightness and uniqueness of the 
situation, combined with the knowledge that she trusted and loved me 
enough to let me do it, finally overwhelmed me.  

"Of fuck, I'm coming!" I cried out hoarsely.  I punched deeply as a thick 
spurt of semen surged up my shaft and landed deep into her bowels.  I 
kept pumping, feeling my cock twitch each time it bottomed out in her 
bowels and spitting another jet of sperm. I felt her walls ripple down the 
length of my shaft as she climaxed with me.  My cock jerked again, 
disgorging another draught of cum.

I was filling her to bursting as I felt my cum backwash over my cock but 
get caught at the entrance.  I had plugged her so tight that it washed 
back into her.  She cried out and came yet again.  I must have ejaculated 
six or seven times.  It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt.

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She slipped down to the bed and I followed her down, keeping my still 
hard, pulsing shaft buried deep in her ass.  I completely covered her like 
a blanket and I realized, again, just how petite she was.  I moved to rise 
and she croaked out, "No, stay."

I lowered myself down, stretching my arms up along side hers, which she 
stretched over her head.  I kissed her neck and she hummed in pleasure. 
I ground into her as my cock deflated and she moaned gently.  When I 
finally deflated and fell out of her, I said, "Let's take a shower."

"You're on," she said.

"Did I hurt you at all?" I asked tentatively.

"No, it was divine," she murmured.

We showered quickly, cleaning each other up and then crawled back into 
bed exhausted.  She laid on her stomach and I crawled onto her back in 
our previous position.  Sleep took us quickly.


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EPILOGUE (NC-17)

I woke up suffocating and then realized Mulder was still on my back.  I 
was laying in the mother of all wet spots.  He was snoring softly in my 
ear.  I wriggled my butt and he hummed in the back of his throat, 
smacking his chops and gently rubbed his hips against my ass.

"Hey, you big lug," I whispered.

"Huh?" he asked, cracking one eye open.

"I can't breathe," I whispered with the last of my breath.

"Oh, sorry," he said and slid the weight of his torso up and off my back, 
taking it on his elbows.

"Are you going to get up?" I asked. 

"Nope," he said blandly.

"How come?" I asked.

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Instead of answering, his feet hooked the inside of my calves and spread 
them apart.  My legs sprawled wide, causing my ass to lift into the air.  
Then I felt it.  He was hard against me and rubbing his shaft over my wet, 
leaking folds.  I clenched the cheeks of my ass.  "Oh God, Mulder.  My 
ass is sore," I admitted.

He chuckled.  "I'm sorry, baby.  Then we'll just have to do this instead," 
he said.

He deftly tilted his hips and slid himself deep into my vagina in one, hard 
stroke.  I groaned, "Oh God, you're trying to kill me."

He chuckled and stroked gently, his hand wiggling under me to find my 
breasts.  His fingers sought out my nipples and twisted gently as he 
stroked and sucked on the pulse in the side of my neck.  The constant 
stimulation of my nipples and his once again, hard phallus sliding in and 
out of me had me panting in no time.  He sped up and just kept up a 
steady pace until I moaned and quivered underneath him in release.

He grunted and let loose as soon as I climaxed. He finally rolled off me 
and sighed in contentment.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

"Shower?" I asked.

"Yeah, in a minute.  Cuddle me first."

I grinned and scooted over to him, fitting myself to his side and laying my 
head on his chest.  At least we were out of the wet spot.  "Are you sad?"

"No, not really.  I have a lot to process and I need time to do that."

"You got some disturbing news yesterday, too."

"Yeah, but that's the past.  That was then, this is now.  I have to go 
forward from here and not look back.  I can't change the past, Scully.  All 
I can do is live for today."

"Sounds very wise and philosophical," I commented.

He smiled down at me.  "I'm tired of being uptight and scared.  I want to 
start enjoying life, like my sister said.  Life is too short to dwell on the bad 
parts."

"Got my vote," I agreed.

"I'll enjoy it as long as you're with me, Scully."

"I'm with you, always."

"Always?"

"Yes, always."

"Always as in, Mulder, ask me to marry you?" he asked tentatively.

My head lifted quickly off his chest and I looked into his eyes.  "Are you 
serious?"

"As a heart attack.  If I asked, what would you say?"

I smiled widely.  "I think I'd like to be Mrs. Mulder," I said softly.

A grin split his face from ear to ear.  He reached over and opened the top 
drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a black velvet box.  "Oh, no.  
You've got to be kidding me," I said.

"You didn't think I'd be so uncouth as to ask that question without being 
prepared, did you?  Wait.  Don't answer that.  I'm known for uncouth, I 
know."

I chuckled.  "You still surprise me, Mulder."

"How's this for a surprise?"  He opened the box, lying there gloriously 
naked and spread out on my bed.   "Will you marry me, Scully?  Be my 
wife.  Hitch your wagon to my gravy train?" he asked, getting goofy.

I laughed out loud and reached for the box, plucking the ring out and 
inspecting it.  I looked up at him.  "It's beautiful and it's big," I said, which 
was an understatement.

"It's a three caret square.  The setting is platinum."

"Yes, I'll marry you," I said finally, when I saw the flash of uncertainty in 
his eyes.  I wasn't sure if he was afraid I would say no, or afraid I didn't 
like the ring.

He smiled, took the ring from me and slipped it on my left hand ring 
finger.  It fit perfectly.  "I love you, Mulder."

"I love you too, Scully.  Guess what?"

"What?"

"Jake and I bought these together."

"You did?"

"Yeah, we snuck out the morning after our first meeting with Shona and 
bought them.  I was back here before you knew I was gone."

"You sneak."

"The lady in the jewelry store was totally befuddled."

"Why?"

"Identical twins coming in together and buying the same ring.  She 
couldn't stop looking at us and just kept muttering, 'I'm seeing double, 
amazing, I'm seeing double.'"

I laughed.  "You're a wonderful man, Fox Mulder."

"You are everything to me, Dana Scully."

"So will the twins live happily ever after, you think?"

"I hope so, baby.  I hope so."

THE END.