From Beyond (6/11)
by Bonkersfm

EMAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CATEGORY:MSR CASEFILE
SPOILERS: Starts after IWTB
RATING: NC17 sex and violence
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully's relationship is put under strain when a 
casefile leads to some bizarre behaviour on Mulders part
DISCLAIMER: mine? If only!


CHAPTER 6

Morning - day 3

They arrived home at seven thirty, 
neither feeling they had the stomach 
for breakfast after the parade of 
gore they'd witnessed that morning.
 
"Why don't you go back to bed for a 
while?" Mulder suggested, watching 
her as she tried to disguise her 
fatigue. She gave him a scrutinised 
look, trying to figure out what he 
was thinking. 

"You shouldn't be driving Mulder. 
You've already had a near miss 
today."

"I'll get Skinner to come get me. Go 
ahead, try and salvage part of your 
Saturday off."
Relenting, she placed a kiss on his 
lips, caught by surprise when his 
hand snaked around her waist and he 
held her there for longer than she 
expected.


*****************************

"Mulder? What are you doing here?" 
Monica opened the front door. He 
pushed his way inside, standing 
awkwardly in the hallway. He said 
nothing, so she pried a little more.
"Where's Dana?" 

"I didn't want to worry her . . . 
are we alone?" He had lied to 
Scully. Not something he did often 
and only ever for her safety.
She nodded that they had privacy and 
he wandered into the living room, 
feeling her presence behind him. 


She sat quietly as he 
explained the events of the last 
twenty-four hours. He described from 
waking up with his hands on Scully, 
up until his wanderings at the 
hospital. He finished by begging her 
to hypnotise him again, this time to 
push him further – to get details. 
She shook her head.

"I'm not going to a specialist, 
Monica; I know they'll sedate me. 
This means something to me and I 
don't want it to go away." He sat 
back, rubbing his face as he willed 
his pulse to return from its frantic 
pace. 

"I'm not experienced enough to do 
this, Mulder. I don't understand why 
this is happening . . . except . . ."

"Except what? Don't hide things from 
me, Monica. God damn it, last night 
I stabbed myself. Tomorrow it could 
be Scully. It nearly was the other 
night; I know that much!" Again the 
volume of his voice made him sound 
ferocious. 

"Okay," she paused, carefully 
choosing her next words, "there are 
some people who believe that when 
certain, highly susceptible 
individuals undergo hypnosis, that 
they are exposed to a window."

"A window?" He knew he sounded 
impatient now, as if he wanted a 
quick fix to this complex problem.

"Yeah, a window of vulnerability."

"Vulnerability to what?" He asked a 
little nervously.

 "To other influences." She answered 
and watched him sit back, closing 
his eyes and nodding. He'd heard of 
the phenomena before, but had never 
been able to find the proof to 
convince others, including Scully. 
She didn't need to know about this 
though, not yet. She'd be pissed if 
she knew he was pursuing the very 
experience that had caused his 
violent behaviour of late.
Monica continued. "These other 
'influences' are usually seeking 
something from their host. Some 
people say that they choose their 
host, others say that it's pure 
coincidence."
 
"Dumb luck." He looked up at her, 
half laughing. "Okay so if that is 
what 'this' is, how do I find out 
what she wants?"

"You pay attention. From what you 
say she's given you plenty of 
clues."

"Clues?"

"Yes. The strangulation, the wound, 
your ramblings from our last 
meeting, the words you said when you 
woke up? That she was 'going to 
tell'? You say you were led to a 
room in the hospital, too. The 
amazing thing is that you seem clear 
on what she looks like. Maybe there 
is the place to start?"

"All the same, I'd like to go under 
again. You can ask me specific 
questions and note down the 
answers." He noticed her reluctance. 
"Please, Monica. I need to find out 
what's going on, I feel like my 
life's on hold because of it."



              -x-

The light blinded him, although he 
was sure it was meant to be his 
friend, not a threat. He held his 
face to it, basking in it and 
enjoying the heat as it penetrated 
within him. His abdomen felt heavy 
and swollen, a sensation he 
recognised even though it was 
something he would never experience 
in his reality. The life inside him 
moved, making his right side sag 
with the weight of it. 

Soon the sun disappeared, leaving 
him vulnerable in the darkness. A 
strange pressure pushed at him, 
knocking him over onto the floor and 
rendering him paralysed. He screamed 
out, helpless as they pushed at his 
chest and stomach, stilling the 
moving life inside him. Tear's 
streamed down his face as it 
disappeared, leaving an empty void 
that would not be filled again.
He lay still, hearing the voices as 
two shadows hovered above him.  One 
voice began to penetrate them, and 
he strained to listen hoping it 
would not go away, and leave him in 
this dark, nasty place.

           -x-
When he came to, he was not in his 
usual seated position. Instead he 
was lying on the sofa, his blurry 
vision clearing to show Monica and 
John hovering above him. 

"We should call Dana, this is never 
right." He heard John mumble.

"No, he said not to. He doesn't want 
to worry her." Monica answered. 
Mulder pushed himself up, glancing 
around for something to quench the 
unimaginable thirst that had 
gathered in his mouth and throat. 
John handed him the glass of water 
and went to sit in the armchair 
adjacent to him.
 
"What happened?" Mulder croaked out, 
closing his eyes against the head 
rush he had caused himself.  

"You had some dream." John answered 
him. "You were out for hours." 

"Hours?" He looked at the clock. It 
was past four. "Shit. I was supposed 
to meet Scully at noon." He knew 
she'd be worried and he hadn't 
bought his cell phone in from the 
car. "Did you ask my questions?" He 
asked Monica.

"I couldn't, Mulder. You were really 
out. In fact you hardly said anything 
coherent at all. You were totally oblivious 
to any interference by us. Do you remember 
anything?" 

"Yeah, I was. . .I was pregnant. I 
mean she, she was pregnant." He rose 
quickly, scanning the room for his 
coat. He knew what he had to do 
next.

***********************************

"Scully?" He called out, edging 
through the door, careful not to let 
the greasy takeout touch his 
clothes. "Scully!" He called out 
again. He wandered through to the 
kitchen and then back to the living 
room without success. Finally, he 
heard a voice from down the hall 
shouting back. He walked toward the 
office, unsure of what she would be 
doing back there. It wasn't that she 
couldn't go back there, but much of 
the time she chose not to. She was 
seated in his chair, facing the 
computer, acknowledging his presence 
with a sigh, never turning round. 

"Scully, I'm so sorry. I brought 
dinner back with me; I wanted to 
talk to you about where I've been, 
actually." 

As he moved around to lean next to 
the computer he noticed how 
flustered she had become. "Scully? 
Are you okay?" She said nothing, 
only pushed backward so that he 
might see what she saw. 
                    

Continued in Chapter 7