From: shinkai@mlode.com (Susan Shinkai) Subject: Completed story -Meeting the Invisible man (1/2) Date: Wed, 17 Sep 1997 02:40:08 -0700 Title : Meeting the Invisible Man (1/2) Author : Shinkai E-mail Address: shinkai@mlode.com Rating : NC-17 for sexual situations and violence Classification - SR Spoilers - Pilot Keywords - Pre X- Files ,Scully/Mulder romance , Rape Summary - Part 1 - Pre X-Files A 20 year old Dana Scully on vacation in London meets Fox Mulder, an Oxford Ph.D. Candidate. A platonic relationship develops that takes a serious detour when she is brutally rape just before returning to the States. Graphic violence and sex Part 2- 8 years later, they meet again as partners.... Disclaimer: The characters and situation depicted in this story are not the legal property of the author or her agents. This use is not intended to be an infringement on the rights of the legal owners. Use and distribution of this story is for entertainment purposes only. INTRODUCTION:.. We all know what happened when Mulder met Scully. At first contact, sparks flew, egos flexed, and the chain reaction started. But what if it wasn't the first meeting? What if they had known each other before, just how much more charged could you make that fateful meeting on March 6 , 1992 ? This story grew from the concept of how the first meeting would be different if the two agents had known each other intimately before but separated under extreme circumstances. I chose the slant that they were in fact MARRIED to one another seven years before. To set up this scenario so they would separate without contact for seven years required some extreme angst and nasty business. WARNING: If the thought of rape, spousal abuse, and brutal violence disturbs you, avoid the first part of this story. Likewise if the use of profanity or description of graphic sex and auto-eroticism are distasteful to you , stay away from this story. If you can handle mild naughtiness and implied sex, try part 2. It has it's own intro which will carry the story. I am working on a PG rated version but I'm not sure if anyone really cares either way so let me know if you would like to see it. MEETING THE INVISIBLE MAN (1/2) June 1984 London England Capt. William Scully had planned a grand family vacation just like in the old days before his kids started to grow up. He was on temporary assignment in England doing some PR work as part of a UN task force on multi-national peace keeping missions. He arranged housing for his whole clan to join him for the summer. At the last minute, Bill Junior received orders to report for field assignment in the Persian Gulf and Charlie got accepted for a University of California field internship. Although proud of his sons, Capt. Scully was disappointed since this was probably the last chance they would ever get to spend more than a weekend together. He would be retiring soon and as strange as it seemed that would tie him down more than his job. His only consolations was he had all the Scully women with him for a 3 full months - His wife Maggie, his eldest daughter Melissa, and his "Starbuck", Dana. Melissa and Dana were thrilled with London, both for different reasons. Melissa loved the night life and club scene. Dana enjoyed the history and culture. After only a few days of exploring the city together, they chose different paths. As expected, Dana spent more time with her parents. Melissa would join them if they wanted or expected her to but she was hell bent to take advantage of a free trip to England, courtesy of dear old Dad. Although both his daughters were adults now, Dana just barely, he still expected them to respect his house rules as long as they lived under his roof. Maggie convinced him that it was unreasonable to expect Melissa home before 1 AM and made him settle for a phone call instead. Melissa was happy to check in since it gave her the freedom she wanted and her Dad's approval. Dana rarely went out at night , and when she did, she was back by 11. One night after Melissa called to say she'd be home after she and her latest best friends watched the moon rise over Buckingham Palace, Maggie decided it was time to have another heart-to-heart with Dana. "Well, Melissa is certainly having a wonderful time here, although it's not quite how your father envisioned it. What about you, honey?" "It's great ! Even after moving all over America, I never imagined I could call another country home. But I guess where ever you and Dad are will be home to me." Dana's relationship with her parents, especially her father, was like giant pendulum that swung from extreme devotion to total rebellion. She was in the devotion phase right now. "Dana, no matter what your father thinks, you're your own woman, now. Of course, we'll always be here, or wherever, for you but it's time to consider what you want for yourself. " "Thanks Mom but I'm still looking for what I want. It really doesn't matter where I am as long as I have a career I enjoy. I'm nearly finish with my BS in physics but I'm not sure it's enough. I already have several bio classes so I've been thinking about completing the pre-med curriculum and applying to Med. School after I get my degree." "My daughter, the doctor. I think I like the sound of that. I know your father will love it. But what about you? You've spent so much time in school you hardly have a social life anymore." "That's OK Missy makes up for both of us. Maybe that's why I try to make up for both of us on the academic side. Maybe I can be a rocket scientist and a doctor and she can be my public relations agent." "Honesty, Dana. You should get out and meet some young people your age instead of hanging us or the library." "We'll see. If I meet someone, I want it to be someone interesting and thought provoking. Someone who sees the world differently than me but still has some common ideals. Someone who cares and wants to make a difference in the lives of others." Maggie sighed at the optimism of her baby girl. "I think that's what I said when I was your age. But I settled for a man I was madly in love instead." "I'm greedy, Mom. I want both." A few hours later, Melissa came home with a guest. Dana was sitting on the front porch reading H. G. Well's "War of the World" and enjoying the cold dampness of the night air. She heard the commotion that always preceded her sister and looked up. Her eyes caught sight of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen being pulled up along by Melissa. He waited at the base of the stairs as Melissa went to Dana. "Hi, Dana. Is Dad asleep?" she said quietly. Dana was distracted by the stranger and answered slowly. "Uh, I think so. He and Mom went to bed about a half hour after you called." Then she whispered "Who's that?" Melissa looked back at the young man and smiled to her sister "He's something else, isn't he? I met him at the club tonight, him and some of his chums from Oxford." Dana seemed impressed that Melissa had landed an Oxford Man. "Well we planned to watch the moon rise over the Palace when someone realized it was too foggy to see anything. Anyway, his friend took a liking to my friend and off they went." They looked at the man as he waited nervously. " He's stranded here until the train runs in the morning. Personally, I think I got the best part of the deal." Melissa smiled at the man and he smiled back shyly. Dana's eyes widen with shock "Missy, your not going to sneak him into the house, are you?" "He's an American and he has no place to spend the night. I couldn't just abandon him, especially since we have an empty bedroom. And don't worry, he's sleeping alone... for tonight at least." She winked at Dana, implying she had more plans for this misplaced American. "And you'll never believe his name - FOX." Melissa signaled for Fox to come up the stairs. As he approached, Melissa grabbed his hand and presented it to her sister. "Fox, meet my little sister, Dana." "Hi, Dana, glad to meet you" he whispered. He towered over Dana as she sat in the chair and even after she stood up he was a good 10 inches taller. But all Dana noticed was his bright hazel eyes. Melissa giggled slightly at her sister's loss for word and said "Dana, aren't you going to say hello to the man?" Dana finally took his hand and gave a firm shake, just like her Dad had taught her, and said "Glad to meet you, Mr...." "Mulder. Fox Mulder." he replied with a smile. "Fox, stay out here until I make sure the coast is clear." Melissa said and she slipped into the house. "Do you really attend Oxford?" she asked him. He nodded. "Psychology." He looked at Dana's book "Do you really read H. G. Wells?" "I am now. I think it's fascinating how he examines the human spirit juxtaposition to non-human experiences, like time travel and alien invasions." She was unconsciously trying to impress him. "That's funny. I thought he was trying to show that the fantastic, non-human experience as you call them, was just an extension of the human evolution. That the mundane and the extraordinary coexist and interact constantly." he replied intensely, consciously trying to impress her "But the human spirit remains the constant." she countered. "How else are you going to sell books if people can't relate." he responded. Her face wrinkled a bit. "I'm not sure how well I related to Martians." "You bought the book didn't you?" "No actually, my brother gave it to me. Along with 'The Time Machine' after I tried to explain how Einstein's Theory of Relativity related to time and space travel. Attached was a note that said 'You study physics your way, I'll study physics my way.' So I tried his way." "Sounds like you're open to new ideas, even if you don't believe them" She shrugged and nervously opened her book again. Fox smiled broadly at the fiery yet oddly shy petite redhead. "You're nothing like your sister, are you?" Dana began to get fidgety at this attention from this handsome stranger. "Well, we're both Scully's -quick tempers, hard-heads, poor losers." "So what are your bad traits?" Dana hid a smile as he continued "So, you're studying physics? Why?" "Because that's what makes the world go 'round. Why are you studying psychology?" "Because that's what make the world stop." She looked at him quizzically. He turned and stared deeply into her eyes intent on gaining her attention "You see, everyone plays this game we call life. The rules are constantly shifting and changing but most of us keep up. But sometimes certain people get a whole new set of rules in their head and force the rest us to stop and watch." "You're talking about people who are insane?" she asked for clarification. "Mad men, messiahs, revolutionaries, pioneers." He paused, dropped his voice lower and added "You, me." Dana blushed and shook her head. "Uh, no one is stopping to watch me." "I am." he replied softly. She saw the color of his eyes shift from hazel to dark green. Just then Melissa came back out "Come on, Fox. I'll show you your room for the night. I'll sneak you back out in the morning." He turned and smiled at Dana "Good night. And by the way, the Martians die of the common cold." Dana shut her book and glared at the young man grinning mischievously, as he followed Melissa into the house. Dana sat in dark, trying to decide if Fox Mulder was most wonderful man she ever met or the strangest man she ever met. She finally called it a tie and went to bed, where she dreamed of Martians, mad men and Mulder. The next morning, Melissa over slept. Fox woke up and realized Mr. And Mrs. Scully were up and about. He remembered what Dana had said about the Scully's temper and decided to try to climb out the window. The window refused to open wide enough for him to squeeze through but in the process of opening it, the hinges squeak loudly. Maggie heard the sound and checked the room expecting to find one of the girls. Instead she faced a very surprised looking young man who seemed to have lost the ability to speak. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" She demanded. Capt. Scully hearing his wife, ran up the stairs and entered the room. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled. Fox choked out a broken reply "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to intrude... your daughter said I could stay the night..." Capt. Scully threw up his hands "What is Melissa up to now?" "No. Dad, it was me." Dana said as she entered the room in her robe. He stared in confusion at his daughter "Starbuck? What's are you talking about." She walked over to Fox and waved. He waved back, unsure of what was happening but placed his trust in the younger Scully. "This is Fox Mulder, a friend of mine. He's an American, a psych major at Oxford. He's interested in English Literature, like me, He stopped by last night to talk about the latest book I'm reading and it got too late for him to catch a ride back home. I told him he could sleep in the room we had set up for Billy and Charlie, and he could take the train back home in the morning. I meant to wake up earlier and tell you but I didn't set the alarm." The story was so good even Fox believed it. Capt. Scully look suspiciously at the young man. "Fox?" he questioned. Fox raised his right hand "I swear, that's really my name." "Where are you from, Fox?" "Chilmark, Massachusetts. Near Martha's Vineyard." he replied quickly, then swallowed hard preparing for the next question. "What book were you and Dana discussing last night?" "War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells" "What time did the last train leave last..." Mrs. Scully interrupted the interrogation "Honestly, Bill ! You've scared the poor boy half to death. Dana says he's her friend and that's good enough for me." Capt. Scully grumbled to himself and finally addressed Fox again. "Well, I guess if you're our guest I should offer you some breakfast." He started to answer "No, don't bother..." "Sounds great." Dana chimed in. "I'll change and join you in a minute." She ran back to her room. Maggie motioned to Fox. "Come on then. I'll fix you some good old fashion American flapjacks. Bill, be a sweetheart and see of you can close that window." Dana woke up Melissa and told her what happened. Melissa sighed with relief and said "Thanks, Sis. I owe you one." Dana nervously said "I know which one I want." and looked down the stair were their guest had gone. "Fox ! You want him? You're kidding !" Dana shook her head. "He's not you're type, trust me." "We got along pretty well last night." she argued. "For a few minutes. You didn't see him at the club last night. What ever he pulled on you out there , don't believe it." Melissa was genuinely concerned about her sister's naivet‚. "Come on, Missy, Yes or No." "We'll let him decide." "Fair enough. Join us down stairs." They talked causally at breakfast about unimportant things. Capt. Scully was finally convinced he wasn't some crazy kid lusting after his Starbuck. Maggie was happy that Dana seemed to have a friend but she also knew just hours before he supposedly arrived, Dana had no one to talk to England. Dana was careful to tell as much truth as possible. When Melissa came to join them, Dana said Melissa met Fox last night, implying they where out on the porch together when Melissa came home. "What time do you have to catch the train, Fox." Maggie asked. He checked his watch. "It leaves hourly. I should leave soon to catch the 9 o'clock. Dana, would you care for a day tour of Oxford?" Startled by the offer, she turned to her father. He spoke his concerns "She shouldn't have to come home alone after dark." "I can borrow a friends car and bring her back by 11." Fox offered. "What do you think, Starbuck?" "I'd love to see the University." Mrs. Scully announced "Scratch one for dinner." Dana returned to her room to gather some things to take for the day and Melissa walked in and said "I guess he decided. But don't say I didn't warn you." Dana smiled a her sister and said "Thanks. For everything." Dana and Fox got to know each better during the train ride and through out the day. Dana was fascinated by Fox. He was intelligent, charming, witty, and handsome. But there was something else, something dark in his soul. It made him see the world a little differently than others. And made him mysteriously sexy. Dana fought the urge to flirt openly with him. She wanted him to view her as an equal not as just another date he'd dump in a few hour. Oddly enough, Fox had the same thoughts about her. He actually hated his name, Fox, but somehow it sounded good when Dana said it. They talked about ordinary things - where they were from, how they ended up in England, etc. - but they also discussed things that were out there - time machines, Jack the Ripper, Jung's theory of collective consciousness. "Oxford is kind of like a time machine" he explained "As you walk through here, bits of history grab you and give you a vision of what it was like around here over 500 years ago." "You don't really 'get a vision' do you? You know all spooky-like?" she asked. "Sometimes, especially at night. You can hear the voices speaking old English debating the cause of the Crusades, or smell the fear of young women afraid to travel beyond the walls because men like the Ripper prowl the streets or feel the ground shake from the Germany air raids." "That's just your imagination." she said dismissing his story. "Oh really? And how do you know I'm not just a figment of your imagination?" he asked in the that tone that made Dana excited and scared at the same time. She blushed and answered "My imagination isn't that good." He smiled and said "Either is mine. I don't understand Old English." The summer went by quickly for Dana. Her new friend provided hours of intellectually stimulating conversation and debate, causal teasing, and many new perspectives. Oddly enough, the more time they spent together the less inclined they were to pursue a romantic relationship. Melissa thought Dana was wasting this treasure on a platonic friendship. Dana pointed out that was the difference between them. One day, while walking along the River Thames, Dana asked Fox about their relationship. "In all the times we've gone places together, you've never tried to kiss me or even hold hands. Melissa said that you certainly weren't shy the night you met." Fox stared down at his feet "Women at a club is one things. Relationships are something else." He reflected before speaking quietly. "I'm still recovering from had a bad experience with a woman I was involved with. I guess I'm a little gun shy when it come to anything more serious than a one night stand." "Sorry." Dana offered, slightly stunned by his openness. Fox perked up and took her hand gently. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should apologize. I've monopolized your time. You could be out a real date and..." "...and I wouldn't have any fun because I would wonder what your opinion was about everything that was going on." she teased. Fox gave her a hug and said "I think you've single-handedly restored my faith in women." then he slid his hand on to the small of her back to guide her along as they walked. That night, Fox offered to take Dana to some of the clubs he frequented. She declined, worried she wouldn't fit in. She spoke candidly and honestly "Melissa told me about how you behaved the first night she met you. She called you 'a sexy shameless flirt'. If that's what she saw I can't imagine what I'd see." "Dana, you'd still see me. Those others including your sister don't see me at all. I might as well be invisible. They think they see but it's just a fancy illusion. Something I invented for my friends so they'd stop trying to fixed me up with sexy woman." he comment dryly. She rolled her eyes "Oh yeah, a fate worst then death." He leaned close to her and whispered "In my book, smart is sexy." Dana thought he needed a dose of reality and asked "Was she smart, the woman you were involved with." Taken back by her comment he leaned back slightly "Yes, she was brilliant but..." He moved in even closer and spoken even softer "...but she doesn't know the first time about time travel." Dana quickly changed the subject "Want some ice tea?" So instead of going out that night, Dana spent the rest of evening trying to explain to Fox the various theoretical models for time travel. After an hour of intensely listening , Fox simply said "Are you coming on to me?" Dana bopped him with a pillow and laughed "You ARE a sexy shameless flirt." The rest of the summer was filled with many more fun light hearted times until one day, two weeks before leaving for home, Dana called Fox in tears. "Dana, are you all right? What happen?" "Oh God, Fox, help me." She cried "I've been raped." Fox quickly came to her aid. She had called just after it happened and agreed to meet him at a clinic he knew. Fox had a few unsavory encounters while in London and knew just where someone could get good medical treatment for little money and no outside involvement. Dana was terrified of telling her father and mother, or calling the police. He tried to tell her that the truth would come out eventually but she simply said she'd face it then, hoping she would be stronger than she was now. When she first arrived at the clinic all she could do was cry. The staff was sympathetic and made sure she had no life threatening injuries, then let her be alone until her friend arrived. As soon as Fox got there, Dana held him tightly and tried to describe what happen but broke into sobs often. Apparently, two men grabbed her off the street in broad daylight. Their primary intention was to rob her but she had nothing of value to steal. Except her dignity. One held her down and while other stripped her then raped her violently, mocking her vain efforts to fight back. He even said she must really be enjoying it to get so excited. She managed to get a good sharp kick to the groin of her rapist but that only angered them. For revenge, the other man sodomized her mercilessly. Stunned by pain and shock, Dana was left in the alley, her clothes and belongings scattered around her. After re-dressing herself, she called the only person she could trust enough to tell this horrible incident to - Fox. The doctor examined her as Fox held her hand and stroked her hair, trying to calm her as much as possible. The areas of entry were traumatizde but only minor tearing occurred, not requiring sutures. Venereal disease, AIDS and pregnancy were the greater threats. They took a blood sample, gave her a shot of long acting antibiotics and had her take a "morning-after" pill. They advised her to get follow up HIV and pregnancy testing. The bruises were starting to show and she knew she'd have to face her parents and try to explain why she didn't call the police or go to a regular hospital. Fox quietly asked her "Do you trust me?" She nodded silently. Then he asked "Do you think your father trusts me?" She wondered what he was up to. . Fox made a phone call from the clinic. "Capt. Scully, it's Fox Mulder. Dana... Dana came to see me today and I just got an offer from an old friend to spend a the week in Inverness... Yes , Sir that's at the mouth of Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. She'd like to come with me but I have to leave this afternoon. I want to assure you that I'll watch over Dana and get her home safely. Yes, Sir , here she is." He handed the phone to Dana who shiver slightly at the though of lying to her father. Fox whispered "The truth." "Hi, Ahab. Yes, I do want to go with Fox to chase monsters. I promise to save any white whales for you. We don't have time to stop by to get my luggage so I'll make due with what I can borrow from Fox and his neighbors. Thanks for understanding. Tell Mom I love her and I'll see her in a few days. Bye." She hung up the phone a let a sign of relief. "So Fox, what are we doing for the next few days." He smiled at her, and took her hand "Going to Inverness. I wasn't kidding about an old friend up there." Dana and Fox spent a week together along the Loch Ness. Fox's friend didn't seem surprised that he showed up with a young woman and left them alone for most of the visit. Most of the time was spent quietly staring into the dark waters of the Loch. After spending several silent hours at the Loch, Dana asked Fox "Do you believe in monsters?" "Yes but not like the ones that might live in these waters. If Nessie is in there, it's no monster. Just some big fish or whatever trying to survive. No, we're the real monsters. Killing each other for a parcel of land, blowing up children in the name of freedom.." He started to choke on the words and held her tightly "...attacking women just to be cruel..." Tears flowed from his eyes as he whispered "I'm sorry, Dana. I'm sorry I couldn't stop them." Dana felt a coldness sweep over her as she thought of the attack then she felt the warmth of Fox's tears. "Fox, there wasn't anything you could have done. You weren't even nearby." she consoled him. Even though she was the one attacked, somehow it affected him almost as deeply. "There's never anything I can do." he said sadly. "My sister disappeared when I was 12. We were alone in the house then she was gone. I still don't know what happened that night. But I couldn't help her either." Finally Dana understood at least part of his darkness. "Is that why you took up psychology. To understand these monsters?" "No" he said quietly "To stop them." Fox never spoke of the loss of his sister again. Instead he focused on Dana and was there for her if she needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. He spent every night outside her door, ready to intervene when her nightmares overwhelmed her. One night she asked him to stay with her until the morning. He was reluctant at first, concerned that he felt a strong attraction to her as well as being her friend. But she insisted and so he stayed, sleeping in a chair at her bedside, holding her hand in his. She slept peaceful that night and had no more nightmares after that. Poor Fox however was disturbed by erotic wet dreams of Dana and him together. As the week passed, Dana's bruises looked better, enough to be dismissed as minor bumps, but the scars within had only begun to heal. The fear of disease and an unwanted pregnancy hung over her. Perhaps the most frightening part was that she would have to face it alone. Spending their last night together in front a warm wood burning stove, Fox comforted her. "Dana, you shouldn't have to deal with this by yourself. If you can't tell your family, call me, write me. I'll be there for you if you need me." "Thank you." She regarded him sadly "I'm going to miss you so much. Not just when I'm hurting, but when I feel like a good debate or I want to share a dream." He touched her cheek with his finger tips. She sighed and smiled. He spoke in a whisper "Do you ever wish you had done things differently? Wish you had explored new possibilities when you had the chance?" "Fox, I don't believe in regret. Things happen then you move on. You've told me so little of your past. Of the loss of your sister and the pain of isolation. As an adult, you've expressed painful separations and feelings of helplessness. I think you still harbor the same fears you had a child. Let the past be. You need to move on." He smiled realizing that Dana was still so innocent that she didn't know he was talking about their relationship, not about his past. "I wasn't thinking about my childhood. More like my manhood." He joked. Finally understanding his meaning, she hugged him and said "Your manhood is just fine. But I can always find another man. I only have the one good friend. Good night." Dana retired to her room as Fox watched one more chance slip away. A week later the Scullys returned to the States. Fox couldn't see them off at the airport since his classes had resumed at Oxford but sent Dana a copy of H. G. Wells' "The Invisible Man" with the inscription, "Look and you'll always see me. Love, Fox." Dana returned to the University of Maryland while her parents stayed in New York so Capt. Scully could finish his assignment. Her life rapidly fell back into her old routine. She often thought of Fox but never could come up with words for a letter or phone call. Apparently, neither could he. After months of constant conversation, the pair was suddenly silent. In the middle of November, Fox received a two line telegram from his friend, Dana. It simply read "I'm pregnant" followed by a phone number. He called immediately. "Dana, it's Fox." He heard a burst of tears. "Dana, are you all right? Talk to me!" "Fox, thank God. At least now I have someone to talk to. I don't know what to do?" "Is everything else all right? Are you healthy?" His voice was full of concern. "Yes." She grew silent for a minute. "Fox I've missed you." "I've missed you, too. Sorry it took something desperate to get us together again. I'm coming to see you." "You can't just leave school?" "It's just graduate seminars. I can take a short leave of absence." "No, Fox there's nothing you can do. I just needed someone to talk to." "Forget it, Dana. I'll be there this weekend and I'm staying until just after Thanksgiving. I have an idea...." "Fox, there nothing you can..." "Marry me. Come back with me to England. I'll tell your father that I... that it's my child. Conceived during our trip to Inverness." "I can't..." she voice choked as she sobbed. "No, Don't answer now. Think about it and I'll talk to you this weekend. Give me your address in Maryland." He wrote it down hastily. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Because...because I can. I'll call Saturday morning when I arrive. Bye." That Saturday, as promised, Fox Mulder arrived at Dana Scully's apartment in Maryland. After their initial hug, Fox kissed her lightly on top of her head. They continued to embrace until he finally whispered. "Marry me, Dana. It's the only logical choice." "Fox, you can't give up your life just to help me out" " Don't you understand, Dana. I love you. It took me 5 months to realize it but I love you." His dark green eyes looked straight into her heart. "I think I love you, too, but I'm so confused I don't know if it's real." she said. He held her face in both hands then leaned over to kiss her. She tried to turn away but his hands held her still. His soft lip met hers and he place a warm tender kiss upon them then whispered "Will you marry me?" "Yes" she whispered back and stretched up to met his lips again. A small spark of passion ignited a deeper kiss, but it faded back into the silent embrace. They talked all afternoon. Not like a couple that was engaged, or a young woman in distress and her savior, but like two old friend, which was really what they were. It wasn't until after dinner they talked about how this would all work. Next week they would go see her parents and tell them they were in love, and Dana was going back to England with Fox and they would get married there. If they were pressured into explaining why things had to happen so quickly, they'd tell them she was pregnant. Her parents would draw their own conclusions. Fox only had another year and a half to complete his doctorate after which he and Dana would return to the US so she could finish her degree. They wanted no ceremony or fanfare. They just wanted to be married to one another. Fox could reassure them that he had a reasonably large savings to sustain them until he could start working. Fox didn't plan on seeing his estranged parents. They had all but shut him out of their lives. He planned on sending them each a letter and a photo of Dana and himself. "Don't worry Dana, everything will work out." "I trust you, Fox. But what about us...You and me together..I mean...I can't..." He smiled to calm her fears "Don't worry about it. There no reason to rush into having sex. Once we're married we can deal with that. For now, I just want to sleep with you and hold you close. Is that OK?" "That's perfect" she sighed as she kissed his cheek and nuzzled his ear. As they slept together for the first time that night, they each got what they wanted the most. Dana felt safe and protected, and Fox felt loved and needed. They laid together fully clothes in sleepware, her back to his front with his arm wrapped around her. She woke several time in the night, unaccustomed the to presence of another body in her bed. He slept contentedly but she could feel his large erection against her buttocks. As he shifted his weight, his erection press against her and she heard a moan escape his lips. Unfortunately the sensation made her want to scream in terror, recalling her brutal rape. She pulled away but remained in contact with his hand. Dana was no virgin. She had sex with a few different men. But now the thought of sex with this kind, gentle, attractive man revolted her. Not because of him but because of her and the horrible violation of her body. She felt nauseated at the thought then realized it might just be morning sickness. She relaxed a little and fell back a sleep, gazing at the man who said he loved her. Monday morning, Dana started the process of withdrawing from the University. An understanding registrar granted her a one year leave of absence for medical reasons which would convert to a withdrawal if she didn't attend classes by the fall of next year. That was the hardest part for her. She had worked so hard to stay at the top of her class and had great plans for the future but now every thing was changing. She would be married with a child by the middle of next year. "No regrets" she reminded herself as she packed away her books. Fox helped her pack what she would take to England with her. Everything else was boxed to go into storage with her parents things. Things went as well as could be expected with her parents. Capt. Scully was furious that Fox would ruin her life like this. He'd actually taken a liking to Fox because he always seem so caring and protective of Dana. Fox remained calmed. He knew he had the truth on his side. "No matter what you think, Sir, I love Dana. This isn't just about some rash impulse, some mistake I'm trying to hide. It 's about keeping my promise to you when I said I'd watch out for her. I didn't mean just that week in Scotland. I meant forever. It took me months to get the courage to ask. Her condition was just a reason to act now." Capt. Scully could see that Fox was sincere and his love for Dana was obvious. Their indiscretion must have been by mutual consent blinded by they love for one another. Capt. Scully refused to give his approval but gave up on arguing. Maggie was concerned that Dana would be away from her friends and family. Dana said "The few friends I have don't understand why I won't just get an abortion and get on with my life. Fox is the only one who knew me well enough to know I wouldn't even consider it. And family? You guys move around so much I need a new address book every year. Everyone else in on their own. Fox is my family and right now he lives in England so that where I'll go. We'll move back to the States in a few years. By then Dad will have retired and you'll settled down. I promise you can help raise your grandchild." Capt. and Mrs. Scully both felt a rush of pride as Dana mentioned their grandchild. Maybe they could have a ceremony when they moved back to the US, just for family and closest friends, Mrs. Scully suggested. Capt. Scully agreed to call Bill Jr., so he could handle the over-protective big-brother instinct. They all expected him to go AWOL, find Dana and drag her home, and beat the crap out of Fox. Dana would write Charlie who was still wandering around the California desserts, and Maggie would call Melissa that night. Dana and Fox spent the rest of the week there, sleeping together in the same room. Capt. Scully winced at the idea but Maggie reminded him that Fox and Dana belonged together now. Thanksgiving was a very subdued affair at the Scully household that year. Bill sent a telegram wishing Dana the best of luck and threatening Fox if he hurt her. Charlie called over a radio phone to say Hi and Good Bye to his sister. Melissa came by for a few hours after dinner. She took Dana aside and scolded her "I told you to watch out for him." "Look, Missy, he came all the way back from England to get me. I think he's sincere. He does love me." "It's you life, Sis, but believe me - This guy is trouble. He's too sexy for his own good." Dana could help but smile thinking about what Fox said about how people saw him. Melissa thought she was smiling about something else and asked "Since you're marrying him and I'll never find out first hand, how was he?" Dana choked in disbelief. "Come on Dana I always tell you." "That's exactly why I'm not telling." Dana replied. Monday morning, after the holiday rush, Dana and Fox left for England. They were officially married on Dec. 20 in Oxford. Fox made up for lost time in his studies and spent many late nights writing monographs and psychological profiles, as part of his doctorate thesis. Dana often helped him by getting into a good debate over some of his stranger conclusions. She discovered he was really quite brilliant and got frustrated as she lost many of these debates but not without first uncovering any weakness in his theories. What really irritated her was the way he'd interrupt her by hugging and kissing her when her rebuttals began to falter. He said it was a form of operant condition to get her to quit arguing. She responded by debating longer and harder, which is what he really wanted anyway. At age 20, Dana was learning a new life style as expectant mother and housewife. She read volumes about child birth and child care. That was her new 'major'. She taught Fox what he should expect as well although he turned bit pale at some of the more graphic details of the actual birth process. They spent their first Christmas together at home. Their presents to each other were wedding rings. They chose something unique, befitted of their relationship. The matching rings were gold bands inlay with black and white onyx, to reflect the darkness that brought them together but also the light they brought into each others' life. Fox continued to be gentle and loving but became progressive frustrated by her refusal to be intimate with him. Her morning sickness made matters even worst. He tried using his psychologist techniques with her but discovered his own emotions interfered with the process. He suggested they seek counseling before the baby was born. Although she was afraid to face it, Dana knew it would be best to start now. At least now she had Fox with her to give her strength. With the holiday rush they couldn't get an appointment until after the new year. After a couple of appointments with the counselor, Dana felt comfortable enough to tell the her the whole story of her rape. The counselor stressed how important it was for her to recall the painful details so she could face them and let Fox face them with her. For the first time, Fox heard the whole story with every terrible detail. Her feelings of helplessness and rage. The sensation of being viciously violated, ripped apart from the inside by her attacker. The sense of shame as they mocked her, implying she was in some way responsible for her own plight. She described each individual act of humiliation - having her nipples pinched by filthy hands, being forced to lubricate her attackers with her own saliva, begging for them to come inside her so they would stop hurting her, so on. She sounded remarkable calm., not sobbing like she had been that night. She had detached herself from the event and could see each detail clearly. She even described in detail the setting and the appearance of her attackers. Fox listened and felt every emotion and sensation within himself. He started to cry and Dana stopped to comfort him. The counselor encourage her to continue. As she held Fox's hand she told the remaining details of her ordeal. Fox suddenly became aware of the fact that along with the horror he felt listening to the details, he had become very aroused as well. He shifted in his seat to hid his harden bulge. As Dana told the part about how she called Fox and he helped her through the night, the tension became unbearable for him. He stood up at said "I'm sorry, I can't take this. Call a taxi to take you home. I'll see you there. I love you." He kissed her quickly and ran out. Dana and the counselor sat stunned. The counselor finally spoke. "I guess we'll have a lot talk about next time." Fox ran to nearest Men's room and started masturbating roughly. He tried to purge the image of his beloved Dana being raped by those animals but his perfect memory captured each detail. In his mind, he became her oppressor. He felt her body shudder against him as he forced himself upon her, demanding her submission. He cursed them for violating his mind , revealing his dark desires to himself. Relief came mechanically and painfully but he couldn't deny the surge of pleasure at the moment of climax. He slammed himself against the wall, enraged and helpless. He recalled a vague helpless feeling when his sister Samantha had disappeared. He breathed hard and tried to think. He left the room and went to a pub he knew that was frequented by some of his rougher friends. Dana went home and waited, wondering what horrible thing happened to the her husband. She recalled the look of anguish on his face as he left the office. She was nearly at the half way point of her pregnancy and discomfort was a way of life. But with the emotional stress added, her misery was as complete as she could imagine. Around 9 PM the phone finally rang. It was Fox calling from London. He told her that he a gang of his friends were hunting down her attackers with the intention of beating them senseless, and castrating them if he could stomach it. She was beyond shock. The kind and gentle man she loved sounded like just another wild animal in the streets of London. "Fox" she pleaded "Just come home. I need you here." "I'm sorry, Dana. I have to do this. Maybe you can forgive those bastards, but I can't forget what they did to you. How it hurt you. I can't just stand by again and do nothing." "You CAN do something. You can come home and be with me. Remember what I said 'things happen and then you move on'? It's time to move on." "I'm sorry" he cried "I can't move past what they did to you. Or to me." He told her what happened after he left the office - his own auto-erotic fantasy of raping her. She was speechless. Her mind was numb. All she could hear was Fox saying he was sorry over and over. She finally spoke in a flat emotionless voice. "Just come home as soon as you can." Insane with hatred and remorse, Fox tore the phone off the wall and screamed at all the demons that conspired to ruin his life. The scum that inhabited the darker street were creatures of habit. Fox and his friends found Dana's attackers in the same alley where they took her. The pair of thugs were no match for six angry healthy adult males, who held them while Fox extracted his revenge. Fox yelled incoherent obscenities at them as he struck repeated blows to their heads, which rapidly became bloody , not just from their own wounds but from Fox's fists. He threaten to castrate them, to sodomize them with a broken bottle, to cut off their penises and stuff them down their throats. Fox's friends were even shocked by his rage and they tried to pull him away before he killed the subdued pair. He broke free and started to strangle one of the rapist. As he started into the eyes of the dying man, Fox slowly lost his anger and his hand relaxed. The rapist started to breath again. Despite his anger and his desire for vengeance, he wasn't a killer; he respected life, even in its lowest form. Fox's friend were relieved he regained some control and started to rush him away from the scene. The rapist realized the attack was over and that they didn't have the guts to kill him. He taunted Fox as he walked away. "Was she the small Yank redhead?" Fox frozen in his steps "Yeah, she was a sweet one, hot, tight, eager to please..." Fox torn at the man again and delivered direct blows to his groin until blood oozed through his pants. Then he viciously kicked the unconscious man in the crotch until his friends grabbed him and forcible carried him off. Covered with blood and nearly catatonic, he was taken to the same clinic that treated Dana. Fox sat on the exam table, breathing heavily and staring glassy eyed.. "What's he on?" the doctor asked, as he checked Fox for reflexes. "Nothing, he's just pissed as hell" one friend said. "Yeah, and off the record, the two guys he was pissed at are back down about 20 blocks in the alleyway." another friend added helpfully. The doctor signaled to his assistant who rushed to out of the room. After a few minutes and doctor reported. "We got him cleaned up, dressed his wounds and gave him a tetanus booster. But he's a state of shock. You'll need to keep an eye on him. Make sure he stays warm and don't give him anything to eat or drink until he's fully conscious. If he gets worst bring him back immediately. You'd better get him out before those other two get here. What did they do to get him into this state?" "The bloody bastards raped his wife." Suddenly Fox snapped to consciousness. "DANA ! I have to call Dana" He got up but lost his balance on his wobbly legs. His sympathetic friend caught him as he fell and said "Take it easy, Mulder. We'll take you home to Dana." Fox tried to call home but there was no answer. Panic stricken, he called the apartment manager. "Mulder, where have you been all night? Dana started bleeding from below so they took her to hospital nearly two hours ago." They rushed to the hospital. Fox jumped out of the car and went to the front desk. "They brought my wife in a few hours ago - Dana Mulder." The nurse look at her log sheet. "Well, they brought in a Dana Scully with a pre-partum bleed. Is that her?" He hung his head and swallowed hard. "Yes, that's her." "She's in surgery right now. Take a seat. We'll call you when she's out." "Can't you tell me what happen?" "It looks like a miscarriage, sir. I'm sorry." He sat down and cried into the bandages that covered his battered hands. Fox told his friends thanks for their help but he needed to be alone. They all understood and asked for him to let them know if Dana was all right. The surgeon entered the waiting area and asked "Are you Mr. Scully?" "Mulder, my name's Mulder but Dana Scully is my wife. How is she?" "She lost a lot of blood but she'll be all right. You do know we lost the fetus." He tighten his lip and nodded. "What caused the miscarriage?" "Could have been anything. Trauma, stress, exposure to a toxin." Fox felt more tears run down his face and he whispered to himself "Dana, I'm sorry." Aware of some unusual circumstance the surgeon said "Sorry for asking but, were you the father?" He shook his head. There wasn't any reason to lie any more. "Do we need to contact him?" "No, I already contacted him." he rubbed the bandages on his knuckles. "Can I see her now? I've been away from her for too long already." The surgeon eyed the wounds suspiciously. "I'll let you know when it's all right." He went to the nurse and said "I think we may have a case of spousal abuse. Don't let him in to see her." The nurse spoke quietly "With all due respect, Doctor, I've been watching this man for the last hour, talking to him. I don't think he'd ever harm his wife." "Guilt and remorse, even tenderness, is common after an attack. But for God's sake, look at him! It wasn't his child and she didn't even use her married name." "I know, Doctor but you don't understand. This man LOVES his wife." "That's what they all say." he replied with disdain. "No , Doctor. This man NEEDS his wife. He's going to explode right here in waiting room if you don't let him in to see her very soon." He looked at the anxious man and saw the look of panic deep in his eyes. "Maybe your right. Just make sure the Recovery Nurse keeps an eye on him." Fox was a different man at Dana's side. Much calmer and more composed, he sat besides her and whispered to her softly "I'm sorry Dana. I should have listened to you. I should have moved on. I did this to you. The stress, the fear, I'm sorry." Her eyes fluttered open and dry words came from her mouth "It's not your fault. It's mine." "No, Dana. I made you lose the baby. Through my anger and vengeance." She shook her head "I willed that miscarriage. I couldn't bear the memory of my rape. And either could you." She tried to raise her hand to touch his face but he took a hold of it instead. "Your hands. What happen?" "We found them" "And..." "They'll never hurt you again. Don't worry their not dead. I knocked the fight out of them." She gripped his hands tightly and said "Fox, I will say this for you. You revel in you obsessions." "You're my favorite obsession, Dana." he kissed her tenderly and cried with joy at her touch. Dana called her family and explained everything. The rape, Fox's kindness, the miscarriage. They were shocked but understood how this could all happen. Her father asked if she would be coming back home and she said she was still married to Fox. To his great relief, Fox learned she had registered at the hospital as Dana Scully because she hadn't changed her insurance yet. During her recovery, the man she loved so much attended her every need, while finding time to completing his intense graduate work. His gentleness and openness captivated her all over again. Buried deep was the psycho who tried to kill two men and the lust driven would-be rapist of his nightmares. For her birthday in February, he took her to a quiet bed and breakfast inn in the Lake District. She was fully recovered and he had started to romance her again. He did truly love her and wanted to express it with his whole body and soul. She love him as well but still associated sex with violence against her. Despite her concerns, their first night started out promising. They had advanced from teasing to tender, sensitive foreplay but Dana became frighten at the sight of his full erection, anticipating tearing pain on penetration. She let him slide the shaft along the moist edges of her vaginal opening but pulled away if he tried to change the angle to enter her. Desperate to come inside her, he begged for her to take him in her mouth. She tried but the sensation overwhelmed him and he lost control, almost choking her. They finally ended with mutual masturbation, which brought them both to orgasm and some sense of satisfaction.. The following night they did the same thing. Fox was overjoyed that they seemed to be making progress. Unfortunately, they fell into a steady pattern of building up tension without relief that Fox sought. They watched, licked, and rubbed their way into orgasms but Dana always called a halt before he could penetrate her. Fox became increasing frustrated and restless. They attended therapy sessions but he was always told to be patient, that Dana was still recovering from the trauma of her rape and miscarriage. He started to frequent sex shops to find something that might stimulate her enough to consent to real sexual intercourse. A slender vibrator excited her enough to allow him to insert two fingers in her guarded opening. Once again he lost control and got too rough, causing her to retreat to square one. He tried to be gentle even with his own masturbation as his violent moods always frightened her. He regretted the day he went on a rampage because he knew how seeing him like that scared her almost as much as her rape. He started to watch the videos in the sex shops so he could jerk off as roughly as he pleased, cursing and swearing at the woman on the screen who weren't Dana. He stashed porno magazines in his study at the University, to provide a distraction the morning after another unsuccessful night. He tried other forms of auto-erotic stimulation privately to keep himself from seeking the services of other women. His former lover, Phoebe Green , who still attended Oxford, teased and tempted him without mercy. She had been furious when he got married but now she sensed his desperate desire and tried to take advantage of it. She cornered him alone one morning after a particularly unsatisfying evening. She stood too close for causal conversation but he didn't dare push her away, knowing that in his sensitive state the touch alone could send him out of control. He hated the way his mind and body still reacted to this woman who tore his heart and soul apart for her own entertainment. Phoebe spoke with well rehearsed sympathy "Mulder, I know that face. I'm sorry the honeymoon is over, or perhaps it never started. Are we having trouble with the wife performing her wifely duties?" "What do you care? Maybe you're just jealous that someone else can hurt me more than you." A small voice in his head told him to shut up, that he was playing right into her hands. She stepped even closer, so close he could feel her breathe "You know I never meant to hurt you. I simply couldn't resist my deepest urges. Urges just like the one you're having now." Without realizing it, Fox let out a groan which signaled Phoebe that she was right on target. "I know what this must be doing to you. A man as passionate as you are, denied his primal cravings. I can help..." Ignoring the obvious arousal he was experiencing, he said firmly "No, get away from me. I don't need you." "But maybe Dana does. I can show her what you want, what you really want. Maybe she just needs a little coaxing with a woman's touch..." Phoebe had no interest in a threesome but she knew she couldn't fight his love for Dana , so she used it to excite him instead. The image of these two sexy women performing for his benefit inflamed his raw lust. He grabbed her and pulled her body tight against him and started to kiss her when she let out a small laugh. The small voice in his head was screaming With that thought, Fox finally pushed her away. His eyes burned a hateful stare into hers and he said angrily "Get the hell away from me! And stay away from Dana. You have no right to exist on the same planet as her." Surprised by his outburst, she tried to calm him "Mulder, listen to yourself. You don't know..." He roughly shoved her away and raised his right hand, threatening to slap her. He shouted "Get the fuck out of my head ! Don't ever try that again!" Phoebe had never seen him like this before. She had driven him out of control with lust before and this looked remarkable similar, right down to the raging hard-on pressing against his trousers. Except now he wanted to hurt her. Her psychologist mind would have loved to stay to analyst this one but her common sense told her to get away from this insane man. Her pride prompted her to deliver one final parting shot "When your frigid wife has you properly cuckolded, don't expect any sympathy from me." He slapped her across the face. Hard. Shocked that he would actually strike her, she turned and ran away without a counter move. He was thankful she was gone. Not just because he couldn't stand the sight of her but because hitting her triggered an orgasm. Fox regained his control and tried to rationalize his actions. He wasn't sorry for slapping her, she deserved it, but this was the second time he had been sexually stimulated by a violent event. All the sexual tension he was holding back was just looking for an emotional outlet and these violent episodes provided that outlet He went back home and confessed his near-infidelity to Dana. She did what she always did when he was distraught and cradled his sobbing head in her arms. She gently reassured him "I won't leave you. Not as long as you tell me the truth. You've sacrificed everything for me. All I have to give you is my love. I'm sorry I can't give you...what you need." "All I need is your love." he sighed "What I want can wait until you're ready. I'll should help you instead of being so selfish that I....." his voice tapered off , afraid of admitting to his actions and thoughts. She stopped him from his exposing himself to more pain by kissing him softly on the lips and whispering . "Thank you, Fox." Fox continued to find ways to stimulant his wife while comforting her and making her feel safe. One day he brought home a large dildo, clearly larger that his erect penis. He had used a smaller one on her before and she found it pleasurable but she didn't think she could handle something this size. "Trust me. Let me do. I'll be gentle. Don't I always stop when you tell me?" She nodded nervously. First he teased her with soft kisses and light touches all over her body, eventually settling on to her clitoris. He whispered seductively "You're very wet and very ready. Just close your eyes and relax." He covered the dildo with lubricant and rubbed it against her clit to keep her excited. He drew it slowly down, just separating the folds of flesh. She gasped and started to grab his hand to stop him when he lifted it slightly to press against her clit again. She moaned with pleasure and let him continue. He did this several times, each time pressing deeper. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered hotly. "It wants you." Her hips began to respond pulling the dildo in deeper with each stroke. His own erection had been throbbing the whole time but he did dare lose his concentration. < She was so wet and open, I could slide in there and she'd never realize it..> Now he started to stroke it back up, pushing the tip in slowly then rocking it out against her clit. Her whole body responded to the touch, arching her back, pushing against the bed. He switched motions again now sliding the tip in further and back out again for a few strokes, each getting deeper, then sliding it out against her clit. "Oh, God, Dana you're so beautiful. Especially when you're hot. Are you hot now.?" She nodded "You want to get hotter?" "Yes" she hissed though tight lips, her eyes still closed. He shifted positions so he could lick her clit while pressing the dildo deep inside her. The constant licking made her writhe with excitement. He used the motion to drive the dildo in deeper with each slow stroke. She began to raise her hips rhythmically, pushing it in further each time. He increased the pace and pushed it in to the hilt. "Yeah, that's it . Take it all. Take the whole fucking thing." The deep, intense penetration and Fox's careful ministrations brought her to a convulsive orgasm. Dana was exhausted by the session and fell a asleep almost immediately after her orgasm. Fox rubbed her wetness on to his cock, just enough to take of the edge off the tension. He would let her rest a while before pushing her further. He'd broken through her final barriers and could enter her at last. He remembered the last time he had real sex. It was the night he met Dana but it wasn't with her of course. It was one of Melissa's friends, whom he met at the club that night. It was a stand -up quickie in a dark corner of the club. The woman, whose name he couldn't remember, smelled of clove cigarettes and whisky. She teased him mercilessly as they danced and pulled him into the corner. She became bolder grinding her hips against his erection. He stood still and groaned but made no other moves because he really didn't like her that much. She finally accused him of being gay or impotent. For some stupid reason he reacted by screwing her right there in the club, which is what she wanted in the first place. Then she went off to seduce his best friend then Melissa came over to keep him company. He tried to stay aloof the rest of the night, tired of being manipulated by women then discarded along with the soiled latex. Melissa wasn't as direct but she had plans in the works as well. Then he met Dana and everything changed. He changed, so he thought. But now he was there making plans to seduce his own wife, teasing her out of her own control. He told himself over and over , it's what she wants, too. He looked at her quiet form and knew what she really wanted was to sleep in peace. Fox decided go to sleep as well, pressing warmly against her back. He awoke to an exquisite view. Dana was naked, straddling him on her knees, rubbing her wetness against his length. She smiled "Glad you decided to join me." He smirked at her "Did I miss anything?" "Uh, you seemed to have lost something" she point to his limp penis. After nights of frustration, now that she seemed ready, he wasn't. Images of the stupid bitch in the bar filled his head and in protest his erection shut down. He pushed against her and said "Give me a minute." A minute turned into 10 minutes and he still couldn't maintain an erection. She smiled and stroked his placid member, "It's OK. I'm not going anywhere. We can try later." He tried to stroke himself into stiffness with marginal success. "Damn I can't believe it. I must be some kind of fucking masochist. This is useless." Dana let out a small laugh. The memory of Phoebe flooded his brain and he started to lose control. "Do you this is funny?' He asked, anger building on top of his frustration. "Well, it is ironic. And you do look cute when you pout like that." she said teasing. She realized too late this was not the time for games. Something snapped in Fox's head He sat up to challenge her. "Oh, is that why you've been driving me crazy for nine months, because it make me look cute. This is all just some kind of sick fucking game to you women." His voice rang on the verge of rage. And worst, his erection began to firm. "Fox, You're scaring me" Dana cautioned. "You keep saying that ! I have never given you any reason to be frighten of me, but you keep backing away anytime I raise my voice or hold you tight." He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. He was fully aroused and pressing into her abdomen. "Tonight you saw that you can take me in if you want to. Hell you could have handled a fucking baseball bat. I won't hurt you. I just want to fuck you proper." He didn't know how loud he was yelling or how tightly he squeezed her arm. "Fox you're hurting me now." Dana felt the terror creep over her again as she tried to reclaim her arm. "That not the kind to hurt I was talking about." He leered at her. He rolled over her, released her arm and forced her legs apart.. She laid still, afraid to move. Panting hard, he kneeled between her spread legs. He massaged his red swollen cock with one hand and ran his other hand along her vaginal opening. She had lost all traces of dampness, her fear overcoming her passion. But it seemed that his anger drove his desire further. He swore loudly "Fuck, I'm not going through all that again just to get you wet." He grabbed the bottle of lubricant he used on the dildo and rubbed it on his cock. The cool. slick sensation made him growl with pleasure as he spread it on himself in long hard strokes then roughly applied it to her. He pumped himself selfishly then yelled at her again "Look at it ! I'm going to fucking explode inside you." Dana trembled with fear, knowing she was going to be raped again. He dropped his full weight on her and started pressed his erection against her. He felt her muscle tighten in defense. He yelled into her face "Open you're damn cunt, you cock-teasing bitch. You're my wife, dammit and I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not." In a weak small cowering voice she cried "Please...no... don't hurt me." Her quiet sobs finally got thorough his anger and reached his heart. And it ripped through his heart like no pain he'd ever felt before. It was like waking from a dream, or more like a nightmare. It was the same horrible image that entered his head after hearing the details of her rape. He rolled away from her, dropped off the bed to the floor where he hit with a thud. Dana's first reaction was to get away but instead she reached down to him "Are you OK?" He moaned in agony, not from the fall but from his own actions. "No, I'm not OK. I'm a fucking asshole and I deserve to die." "No, you don't." she replied softly "You just lost control again. I shouldn't have teased you." "Dana, I lose control all the time. I just can't hide it anymore. I focused all my anger at women who've used me on you. Next time it'll be my frustration with work or my disappoint over my parents. Some day I'm going to hurt you and I couldn't live with that." He stood up and starting getting dressed. "Fox, what are you doing? Come back to bed with me." she pleaded. "NO, not ever again." he said with determination. He wanted so much to touch her and pretend this night never happened but it was something he could never forget or forgive himself for. He couldn't even look her in the eyes as he left "Good bye, Dana, I love you." She knew she couldn't stop him. For once, he was in control "I love you too, Fox." She cried and held herself tightly as he walked out of their home. Fox went out to the clubs he frequented and did his best to screw every petite red-head he could find. When the clubs closed, he cruised for hookers who fit the bill. He yelled at them as he ravaged them, then said he loved them, then told them good-bye. He wasn't sure if he was trying to hid the memory of Dana from his heart or ingrain it in his brain. Dana became worried went he didn't return the next day. Some of his friends had seen him the night before prowling in London but not today. Another day passed and she called the police who took a report and recommended she try the hospitals. She went to the clinic were she had been treated and ask if he'd been in there. It was their policy not to record names but the doctor on duty remembered her from when she was attacked. Dana's worried look overcame his better judgment and he told her that he came in that morning to be treated for a mild concussion and deep scratch wounds inflicted by a prostitute who stole his wallet. "You know, he was in here about six months ago. He'd gone bonkers and tried to kill the two men that attacked you. Then about three months ago he showed up with a vibrator jammed up his rectum." "So that what happened to it" she said unconsciously. "That man needs his head examined." was the doctor's medical opinion. "He knows. He's a psychologist." she reply dryly "He also need a full time medical team" "Maybe I'll go to medical school." The trail turned cold. He'd lost his wallet and money so he'd have to go somewhere for the night. As a last resort, she went to the spot along the River Thames where talked often only a year ago. There she found him huddled on a bench. "I think it time to go home." she said softly as she touched his shoulder. He withdrew from her touch. "I don't have a home" he replied numbly. "Yes, you do. And so do I. Yours is back in that apartment. Mine's in Maryland." He stared at her , his befuddled brain trying to comprehend. "You're... you're going back?" "The only reason I came here was to be with you. Now it will only hurt you more if I stay. The U of M had me on a medical leave for one year. If I go back this fall I can pick up where I left off." She touched his shoulder again and instead of flinching, he leaned into it. "Fox, you need to stay and finish the things you've started here. This marriage is over." He spoke slowly and carefully "I guess we need to get a divorce." "That should be easy. I haven't perform my wifely duties." He smiled slightly and gazed at her, no hint of anger in his voice "Did you plan this all along?" She smiled back "I was ready to go to bed with you the first day we met. Then our friendship got in the way. Then more things came up. I guess certain things aren't meant to be." "Like us?" He held her hand and studied her wedding ring. "Actually I think we were always meant to be..." Then she pull her hand away and removed the ring "....but not like this, not here, not now." "So....when?" he said, refusing to take back the ring. "When I believe in Martians, and time machine and invisible men. When you learn what battles are worth fighting . When the right answer isn't the most logical one.. When you learn when its time to move on." He sighed deeply "I was hoping it would be during this lifetime." She smiled back as they stayed silent for many minutes. He stood up and guided her toward his car with his hand in the small of her back as he often did. "I was right about you, you know." he said finally. "About what?" "Hundreds of people walked passed me today. And I had sex with several women and I think one transvestite the past two nights. But every single on of them looked right thorough me. You're the only one who saw me. Despite everything I've done to hurt or embarrass you, you still see the same me." "I still love you, Fox" she said. He stopped and looked at her with a pained expression "Please don't.... It IS time to move on. I can't bear to hear you call me by that name. It's too...personal." "So what should I call you?" "The guys at school just call me Mulder." "OK , MULDER, I guess you should call me Scully from now on." "I kinda like the sound of that, SCULLY. It makes us sound like good buddies, not lovers." "I think that was the original plan, Mulder." Scully and Mulder went back to his apartment and unentangled their lives. Although she spent her last days in England at his place, they slept in separate beds and conversation was limited to the bare essentials. The divorce papers were signed and her belongings were packed. They parted ways five days later. A few letters and calls passed between them for the next few months but all communication ceased after a year. They both put that year of their life behind them and moved on. END PART 1 -Continued in Part 2 MEETING THE INVISIBLE MAN (2/2) SUMMARY OF PART ONE : Dana and Fox became close platonic friends while she was vacationing in England in 1984. They share intellectual debates on the works of H G Wells, quiet reflection on the Thames and a desire to change the world for the better. Shortly before leaving England, Dana is violently raped and turned to Fox of solace, too afraid to tell the police or her parents. After returning to college, Dana discovers she was pregnant and turns to Fox again for comfort. He confesses his love for her and offers to marry her, allowing her family to believe it is his child. They return to England and get married but are troubled by Dana's refusal to be intimate with Fox. During a counseling session, Dana reveals the details of her rape, which both horrifies and sexually excited Fox. Outraged at his violent fantasies, he hunts down and tries to kill the men who raped her. While he is gone, Dana has a miscarriage and losses the baby. Wracked by guilt and trying to make a fresh start, Fox tries again to romance his wife to nurture their relationship. Despite her love, she cannot overcome her fear of sexually intercourse, although they engage in tender moments and sexual foreplay. Fox's frustration drives him to seek relief through pornography and almost back into the arms of Phoebe Green. Anger and aggression grows to the point that he nearly rapes Dana. Despondent over his actions, he leaves her for fear of hurting her but she finds him wandering the streets of London. She encourages him to put this in the past and get on with his life, just as she plans to do with her life. They agree to a divorce and decide to not use each other first name as it only served as a reminded that they still loved each other. They quickly lose contact and went on to seek their own lives until..... March 6 1992 Washington DC Special Agent Dana Scully reported to FBI Headquarters for a new assignment. Her new career so far had been interesting and she had received recognition from her peers as being an excellent instructor, but she was anxious to prove her worth as an investigative field agent. She wanted to out from behind the autopsy table so to speak. She never felt her decision to join the FBI was made lightly. It was chance for her to make her mark on the world, to make a difference in the real lives on people. Too many medical doctors practiced in the confines of a restrictive setting or they had to constantly scramble for funding. and most research was governed by corporate mentality. So the FBI wasn't the gateway to condos on the beach or memberships in exclusive golf clubs, but it was a place where she could distinguish herself. Oddly enough, although her father thought of it as rebellion, part of her motive was to pay homage to her father by serving her country just as he had. The last and least important reason was that the FBI was the last known whereabouts of her one time husband, Fox Mulder. Her last letter from him said he had joined the FBI and would be training at Quantio, Virginia. If the timing was right he could see her before she went off to Medical School. But the timing wasn't right and thus ended their friendship. Once in the Academy herself, she heard stories of "Spooky" Mulder and read his monographs. She found a few phases in his early monographs that she actually contributed, indirectly, during the course of their debates. She wasn't at all surprised that his intuitive nature combined with his formal training won him recognition. She often thought of looking him up but still had no idea what she would say. "Hi Mulder, How's life treating you? I earned my BS and MD , then joined the FBI. And by the way , I still love you and I think I'm ready to have sex with you." It just didn't work. Of course, she had seen other men since her divorce. She even dated one of her instructors at the Academy, Jack Willis. In retrospect, she realized he was just a surrogate for Mulder. He was in FBI, passionate about his work, tender and caring but she had hoped that an older more mature man had the self control that Mulder had lacked. Instead Jack was brooding and sullen, unable to relax and enjoy himself, and far too protective of her. Playing and teasing with Mulder had been one of the best parts of their time together. Recalling his unique sense of humor, his boyish grin and his habit of playing dirty always made her smile. Mulder at his best was hard to beat and even harder to forget. Despite her residual feelings and fond memories, she had managed to put it behind her and move on with her life. So at this pivotal point in her career, Dana Scully felt she was ready for anything. Then while sitting in Chief Blevin's office she was asked the question she had hoped to avoid since joined the Bureau. "Are you familiar with an Agent named Fox Mulder?" "Yes I am." "How so?" "By reputation.....Generally thought of as the best analyst in the Violent Crime Section ....He had a nickname at the Academy... 'Spooky' Mulder. "Are you familiar with the so called X Files?" "I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena" "...we want you to assist Mulder on these X-files..." "I'm I to understand you want me to debunk the X-Files Project, Sir?" "Agent Scully, we trust you'll make the proper scientific analyst. You'll want to meet Agent Mulder shortly" Scully found the basement office of Fox Mulder She knocked on the door. "Nobody there but the FBI's most unwanted." It was definitely Mulder. He was still "The Invisible Man" to others, but never to her. She wondered how much he had changed. She walked in and saw the UFO posters and strange photos and charts everywhere. He'd changed a lot apparently. He had a new obsession. And how he reveled in his obsessions. Then she saw him. Sitting at a table sorting slides. He had on glasses. She didn't remember him wearing glasses. But they looked great on him. His face was more drawn and his hair was shorter but it was Mulder. She noticed his left hand. He still wore his wedding ring. Or maybe he just put it on for her sake today. Either way, it was a welcome surprise. He turned and looked at her. She drew a quick breath at the sight of his smile and remembered the first moment they met. It was a 'first meeting' all over again. She extended her hand and said "AGENT Mulder. I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you." He gave her hand a as firm shake just like she taught him. Mulder had always known that their divorce was necessary at the time. They were both too young and immature. He abandoned hopes of ever leading a normal life and studied the dark places in the minds of men, trying to better understand his own violent side. Although still prone to emotional outbursts, he had learned to control his rage and no longer found sexual gratification from aggression. Well, rarely found it, that is. Years ago, he had conditioned himself with images of gentle, restrained lovemaking with Dana. Now she had walked back into his life like a gift for heaven, a reward for his patience. Or was it test? He gazed into her eyes, clearly glad of his second chance and said in a deep sexy voice "Isn't it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded.'' Nervously, she broke eye contact and scanned the room. Concerned that she may have doubts about working with him, he turned back to his desk and tried to lighten the tone. "So who'd you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?" She suppressed a laugh and moved next to his chair then stroked his face and smiled "Actually I'm looking forward to working with you." She winked and added "I've heard a lot about you." That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. She put up only a minor protest. He raised an eye brow at her and teased "Oh really? I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me." she thought. She shifted slightly, grinding into his awakening erection. As he moaned, she said "If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials...." He pushed her off his more sensitive areas, trying to stay in control and anxious to show he'd keep tabs on her over the years "...You're a medical doctor... you teach at the Academy..." He pulled out the copy of her thesis she had sent to him in her last package to him. He waved it at her "...You did your undergraduate degree in physics.. 'Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation .Dana Scully's Senior thesis" He dropped it on the desk and dramatically announced "Now that's a credential....Rewriting Einstein." Pleased that he remember but irritated by his wisecrack remark , she slid up his lap again until he flinched then kissed his cheek and whispered seductively "Did you brother to read it?" He smiled back and replied enthusiastically "I did! I liked it" He got out of the chair, pulling her up with him. He stood behind her and gestured to the items in his office. "It's just that in most of my work the law of physics rarely seem to apply." He set up the slide project and Scully realized She turn her focus to the screen. He turned off the lights but didn't turn on the projector. He stood behind her again and whispered "Maybe I can get your medical opinion on this..." She nearly fainted as she felt his hot breath in her ear followed by his hand guiding her hips so that her buttock stroked his exposed erection. After seven years he still wanted her. That would make one hell of an article for the New England Journal of Medicine - the man with the 7 year hard-on. But after seven years, she still wasn't ready to let him enter her private space. Not because she was afraid of the pain of penetration as before, but because she was afraid of the pain of separation. She knew once they completed that final joining , she couldn't bear to lose him again. She had been married to Fox, a wonderful young man with a kind, loving heart but prone to fit of rage and a darkness he could never deal with. Now here was Mulder, a brilliant, caring man who entered the minds of serial killers and chased flying saucers. Perhaps that was how he chose to deal with his dark side, by making it his job to bring the light into the darkness of others. Now as his partner, she had an opportunity to help him finally move beyond the fears of his past, something she wasn't able to do has his wife. As for their personal relationship, that would have to wait; they had a job to do. They were FBI agents. Of course that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun. She turned and firmly took hold of his erection. He gasped and threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation. He tried to pull her closer but she stepped back and turned on the slide projector. Then she went back to turning on Mulder. As the image flashed of the screen, she gestured for him to present the case history. Mulder smiled realizing she had every intention of mixing business with pleasure. Her face never betrayed the actions below. He leaned back against the desk and let Scully's perfect stoking technique satisfy his body, while his mind attempted to engage her intellect. Pointing to the screen, he started "Oregon female, age 21, no explainable cause of death...." Mulder pondered the question of just how big a sicko you'd have to be to look at autopsy photos while being jacked-off by your partner/ex-wife in the basement of the FBI headquarters. About one Mulder's worth he figured. He was still amazed at her even after all the years apart. Her sharp mind that loved a challenge, her beautiful body that drove him wild, her loving heart where he wanted a home. Long ago on the bank of the Thames, didn't she say she thought that they WERE always meant to be together. But not until she believed in Martians, and he knew which battles were worth fighting, when the logical answers weren't the right ones. Made not yet but soon, especially if he could get her to embrace the X-Files as he had. She continued to tease his body. Time for him to tease her mind. He turned to her and said seriously ".... maybe what you can explain to me why it's Bureau policy to label these cases as unexplained phenomena and ignore them." She regarded his question, as she gentled replaced his genitals into a more socially acceptable position and zipped up his fly. She thought for a bit then realized he was trying to draw her into his obsession - the X-Files. She was beginning to see the method in his madness. He continued in a spooky voice "...do you believe in the existence of extra-terrestrials ?" then smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Scully thought. Mulder was not only trying to pull her into his professional crusade but also his personal life. She wasn't going without a fight. "Logically, I'd have to say no. Given the distance needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements..." Mulder nodded impatiently barely hearing her words. He quieted her by grabbing her and kissing her passionately on the lips. She broken free and glared at him. She knew he would only interrupt her like that if he thought he had already won the argument. He smiled, shook his head and said smugly "Conventional wisdom." He turned her to face the screen. "You know this Oregon female. She's the fourth person in her graduating class to die under mysterious circumstances." Unwilling to back down, Scully took a defensive stance, arms fold and jaw set tight. Mulder loved it when she did that. It gave him an excuse one of his favorite tactics, one that always worked on her. He squared off in front of her, and placed one hand on each of her shoulder. He tenderly massaged her shoulders as he stared deep into her eyes. His hand wandered down her arms, caressing her and pulled her towards him. He spoke in his sexy tones "Now when convention and science offer us no answers, might we finally turn to the fantastic as a pasusability." As his hands reached her elbows , he stroked the edges of her breasts until she lifted her arms and he unfolded them. He slid his hands to her wrists then guided her hands to clasp behind his back, bringing her head to rest against his chest. His arms encircled her and he gently kissed the top of her head. he thought. Comfortable in his arms but not yet ready to give in, she continued her argument as she gently nuzzled his chest. "The girl obviously died of something. If it was natural causes, it's pausable that there was something missed in the post mortem. If it was murder, it's pausable that there was a sloppy investigation." He grinned and nodded at her refusal to accept his views. < Some things never change. Scully's still a poor loser.> She leaned back and looked up at his smug expression. She was determined not to be dismissed. She pushed him back into his chair and leaned over him for a change. His smug look turned to delighted surprise as her aggressiveness aroused him again. She grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to hers. She spoke clearly, slowly as if she was trying teaching him a lesson. "What I find fantastic is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answer are there; you just have to know where to look." She couldn't resist looking down at his groin to see if he was paying attention. She pulled him closer and gave him a quick kiss before pushing him back into the seat. She let her hand trail down his chest and abdomen then brushed his "attention." Unswayed, Mulder got in the last word as he said slyly. "That's why they put the I in FBI." he thought. He smiled mischievously and spun around in the chair, pretending to busy himself with papers on his desk. "See you tomorrow morning Scully, bright and early. We leave for the very pausable state of Oregon at 8 AM." She thought She started to leave the office, when he cleared his throat to get her attention and held up two envelopes while still looking at the papers on his desk. She returned and took a close look at the envelopes. They each contained a key card to a suite at the Hyatt Regency near the airport. One enveloped was labeled 'Fox Mulder' and the other had 'Dana Mulder' crossed out, and was written over with 'Scully'. She took the one with her name and slipped the other one into his shirt pocket. Scully blew a slow hot breaths in his ear until he sighed and shifted his trousers. "See you in the morning, AGENT Mulder." she whispered. "I'm looking forward to....'working' with you." She nipped his ear lobe and dashed out of the office before he could react. Mulder sat there with an insane grin on his face pretending to work for about five minutes. Suddenly he got up, grabbed his files and his jacket, and ran out of the office, headed for the Hyatt Regency. He was hoping for some long overdue "investigation" with the woman he had always considered his partner, the one who always saw the invisible man who loved her. END ___________________________________________________ Sure fine whatever. Just a fantasy based on some really bizarre assumptions - 1. The Scully's in London -Sure why not. The timing is right, and right for Capt. Sculley's post.. 2. Mulder's violent outburst - He still tends to explode emotionally when unnerved. Wouldn't he be more aggressive in his younger wilder days, especial 1 or 2 years post-Phoebe Green. 3. Scully's innocence - she's only 20 at the start of the story. How idealistic were you at 20? I apologize for all the nastiness in Part 1 but nothing short of extreme circumstance would have got them together then broke them apart so quickly. No pedestrian love affairs in my stories. Please let me know if you liked it or if you really hated. Any comments or suggestions should be forwarded to shinkai@mlode.com