Dumnezeu permite razbunare (14/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 14

She emerged from the bathroom, her 
towel wrapped tightly round her. 

Thankfully Mulder was still 
downstairs, giving her time to 
change into something that covered 
her up, and to apply a tiny bit of 
makeup to make her face seem a 
little less pale. She rummaged 
around in the draw until a pair of 
light blue shorts and a high neck 
strappy top came into sight. It 
wasn't perfect, but it would have to 
do.  She climbed into the bed, 
letting her tired limbs finally 
rest. She had told them she couldn't 
remember what had happened, and to 
an extent she told the truth. 

However from the way her body ached 
she knew this had been the first 
time she had lay comfortably in some 
time. Her stay at the hospital had 
been far from restful. On the nights 
that sedatives had not driven her to 
pass out, she had lain awake, 
racking her brain to remember 
anything of the last six months. Now 
she closed her eyes, and inhaled the 
sweet smell of the pillow.  Soon she 
heard the familiar clomping of 
Mulder's footsteps coming up the 
stairs and her stomach instinctively 
tightened. She thought about 
pretending to be asleep, but soon 
reasoned that it wouldn't be fair, 
not when he had been so excited for 
her to be home. He had been so 
careful not to invade her space, 
probably because of her explosive 
reaction at the hospital, another 
thing she could not remember. The 
door opened and he appeared, 
carrying a glass of water and a 
handful of meds.

"You forgot to take these at 
dinner," He sat on the bed and 
handed her the tablets. These were 
pills to keep the nastiness away, 
another reminder of a secret life. A 
life that may have given her AIDS. 
He must have read her mind.

"Try not to think about it Scully. 
It doesn't fit with the MO." And 
that was all he said, before getting 
into bed next to her.

"Mulder how can you be so...so 
okay... with all this!"

"Okay with what?"

"You're treating this like I've been 
on vacation for Gods sakes!"

He sat upright, facing her now. 
"What?" He felt insulted.

"You haven't asked me anything, you 
haven't told me anything, the only 
thing you've done is acted like I've 
been at my mother's all this time." 
She could tell she'd hurt him, and 
so was surprised when he came 
closer, turning so that he sat 
opposite her, over the covers. 

"Scully this is our last day of 
grace. Tomorrow you're going to be 
all over the news and the papers. 
The feds aren't going to leave you 
alone for a second. They're going to 
be pushing you to relive this and 
afterwards nothing will be the 
same."

"Oh God." She cried, putting a hand 
to her face.

He leaned over and pried her hand 
away. "It's not the end, and we'll 
get through this. But the next few 
days are gonna be hell. The next 
months too, if we're gonna catch 
this guy. I guess I just wanted a 
few days for us to be us." He looked 
at her with sad eyes now. "But I 
know it can't be that way now. God 
I'm so stupid...How could I even 
think that things could be normal 
right now."

She didn't know what to say to that. 
She could not reassure him because 
everything he said was true and what 
he had hoped for had proved to be 
unrealistic. She knew however, that 
he meant well and these farfetched 
anticipations were conjured from his 
deep rooted love for her. With this 
last thought, she dropped herself 
down onto his chest, relishing the 
feel as his arms as they soon caged 
her, making her feel safe again. He 
wasn't going to sleep. She could 
feel the tension in his body behind 
her.

"Mulder what's wrong?" She could 
barely breathe as he tightened his 
hold on her. She could feel his 
breath on her neck coming in tight 
gasps now and hot liquid dropping 
onto her neck. It seemed so 
backwards that he could feel this 
way about something she knew nothing 
about. She turned in his arms so 
that she faced him now, and acted on 
her instinct, which was to pull his 
mouth onto hers in an effort to 
comfort him.  Within seconds his 
hands were in her hair and his mouth 
claimed hers over and over again. 
She kissed him back, feeling no 
reason not to. Even after all their 
years together they still had many 
nights like this, fuelled sometimes 
by as much regret as desire. This 
was usually his way if he'd profiled 
a terrible case, or had dreamed of 
past close calls and although he 
would never be violent, the 
desperation would sometimes show 
through his relentless attempts to 
hold her body just a little too 
tightly. He was doing that now. She 
pushed at his chest, taking a lung 
full of air as he allowed the 
distance between them. He rolled off 
her, collapsing on his side, before 
gathering her up again and 
collapsing into grief. Rarely had 
she ever had seen him like this. Out of 
the two of them he was certainly the 
most comfortable with his emotions, 
she knew that. But at the same time 
he had been her rock more times than 
she could count and what she 
certainly had not counted on was his 
complete breakdown in front of her. 

Maybe she shouldn't be so shocked. 
When he had been away for six months 
it had torn her heart out. Back 
then, if she'd had the opportunity 
to be close with him like this, she 
guessed she would have reacted the 
same way. She put her arms around 
him, comforting him as best she 
could.         

"It'll be okay now Mulder. The worst 
is over." 

How wrong she was.