From Beyond (9/11)
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 9

"I'm sorry it didn't work." Monica rose from 
her knees and extended a hand to help him up. 
She felt disappointed for him, knowing how 
badly he wanted this to all go away. 

He'd come to her for one last attempt, hoping 
to clarify what was going on in his mind.

"Don't worry." Mulder replied, feeling in his 
pockets for his keys.

"I'm under strict instructions not to let you 
leave." Monica smiled. Scully had obviously 
contacted her. "Come on, John's watching the 
game." She disappeared into the other room, 
leaving him no choice but to follow.

          -X-


"What was that?" She sat bolt upright in bed, 
shoving John until he also stirred.

"What was what?"

"What was that noise?"

"There's no noise."

"There was a noise. Go have a look." 
He didn't need to go very far before he 
pinpointed the source.

"Monica, when you hid Mulder's keys, what did 
you do with mine?" He watched helplessly as 
Mulder swung the car off the drive and 
screeched away into the night. 
 
      -X-

"He did what?" 

Mrs Scully looked away, pretending not to 
listen to her daughter's phone call.

"Okay, okay. No, I don't know where he could 
have gone. Well if he's asleep then he won't 
answer his phone, will he? Yeah, I'll be 
there as soon as I can."

"What's the matter?" Maggie continued to chop 
carrots, pretending to be oblivious to the 
conversation that she knew she and her 
daughter were about to have. Over the last 
eight years she'd seen her daughter no more 
than once a year and at first much more 
seldom then that.

Although this would be a sad reason for a 
family reunion, part of her had tried to draw 
some sort of positive from it. The positive 
would be that she could talk to her daughter 
without hordes of other family members around 
her. She could make sure she was happy, 
contented.

"Is it Fox?" She waited to be chastised for 
using his first name. When she received no 
answer she prodded further. "You know you can 
talk about him. I don't blame him for this – 
I know you have your own mind."

Still she stayed quiet, contemplating 
carefully what she might say, not wanting to 
give her mother the wrong impression. When 
the silence became lengthy she blurted out 
the only thing she could think of.

"It'll be okay in the end."

She saw her mother's confused expression. 
"Come on," Maggie said, "you can tell me all 
about it while we drive."
 

         -x-

He threw himself down onto the ground, the 
urge to dig overwhelming him. It was here, he 
knew it, and he'd seen it. He felt it.


      -x-

"Don't you think you might be overreacting, 
sweetie? I mean, what if he's just gone 
home." Margaret Scully put her foot down on 
the accelerator at her daughter's urging. 

"He isn't home – I know it."

"Where else would you have us look?"

"I don't know."

"Home it is then." 

                           -x-

He lay on the ground, patiently waiting for 
his bearings to return to him. He didn't know 
what had made him come to this place. For 
certain it had not been the scenery. He could 
see the remnants of the old railway track, 
now broken into smaller pieces but still 
embedded into the ground. In the distance a 
medium sized wooden hut, ready to fall to 
pieces on the next person who dared disturb 
the hanging door. He walked toward it, his 
breaths becoming shorter as he felt a 
presence begin to clutch at the very core of 
him. 

                -x- 

Skinner didn't seem surprised to hear from 
her.

"Scully, I was just about to call you. I need 
to get in touch with Mulder."

"Join the club." She answered, feeling more 
and more as if she would be facing more 
questions than answers soon.

"Well, when you see him, he needs to call me. 
He seems to have ruffled a few feathers 
here."

"Where's here?"

"The Bureau. Seems he used his security code 
to hack into a missing person file that's 
already under investigation. . ."

"Della Greenberg." She finished.

"Yeah. Look, for all the help he gives us, 
I've got no problem with him accessing files, 
but he's getting sloppy. Once he breached 
security he took no precautions. These files 
could have been accessed by anyone with a 
computer. Do me a favour, get him to call me, 
okay?"

Suddenly everything became a lot more 
complicated.



Continued in Chapter 10