xfc: New: Irresistible II; the Evil Within Part 5b of 19a and b by Joylynn Wing
Joylynn Wing
Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com
Part 5b of 19a and b
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2400 hrs
Skyline Motel
Syracuse, NY
Mulder rolled over and sat up on his bed. His anger still very
present in his mind. ' I cannot believe that I didn't see it
sooner. Where the hell was my mind. I treated Scully like a
petulant child, once again discounting what she was telling me,
when she was right all along. Jesus, sometimes I can be such an
ass. How does she put up with me? '
He and Anna had gone to the bar, hoping to get a lead on a man
seen with Shania Jones the last time she had frequented the
establishment, however the lead had not panned out. She had
insisted on staying and having a few drinks, but Mulder's concern
for Scully took over and he had requested to return to the motel.
The trip had been long and protracted, Anna talking incessantly
about how much she admired him and his work.
When they had returned to the hotel, Anna had insisted in coming
in and procuring a profile which he thought that he had given her
earlier. Not being the wiser, Mulder acquiesced, and she came in
to get the copy. Mulder had thought that would be the end of it.
However, Anna had had other ideas.
After he had given her the file, she had presumably left. However,
she hadn't. As Mulder had prepared to take a shower, she had
returned and had come on to him in a big way. She jumped him. And
as Anna had kissed him in the doorway of his room, at first his
body reacted as any healthy man's would, to a beautiful woman
kissing him, he had became very turned on.
But as the situation had escalated, he found himself remembering
the discussion he had had with Scully earlier. Then things began
to fall into place. Mulder, in his confusion, had pushed her away.
He didn't know what to think. He had mumbled something about a
headache and had closed the door on her. Mulder had finally caught
a glimpse of the truth. Anna did have designs on him. Enough to
even use work as a rouse. He wasn't sure if all which Scully had
told him was correct, but he knew that this much was sure. Scully
* had * been in the right.
" Shit " Mulder said angrily, as he swung his long lanky legs
over the side of the very garish bedspread. ' I would have thought
that I would have learned my lesson sooner. She had been right
about Diana. She had been right about Karin. '
Mulder suddenly found himself fighting off a nagging guilt which
was beginning to eat away at the very fabric of his soul, thread
by thread.
Why hadn't he believed Scully?
She was his best friend, partner, and his Truth.
Why?
He was doing what he had been doing all of their seven years
together, but had vowed after the Diana incident, would never do.
He wanted to push her away.
Whenever they got close, one or the other would shore up their
walls, driving the other away. Fear being their motivating
factor.
Fear being his biggest factor. For Mulder never felt good enough,
worthy enough, strong enough, to be everything that Scully needed.
She had given everything up willingly for him, to walk with him,
for his quest. And in the process made it her quest. No one had
ever done so much for him, and in that knowledge, feared that he
never could do enough for her.
' I know why I did this. It was a way of driving away what I
most want in this world, which is to be happy. Dana you are that
happiness which I seek, my truth, so to speak. I want you in my
life, so much but at the same time I want a distance, a safety
zone where there is some deniability. If I ignore it, it will go
away. I are so afraid of being hurt and of losing you, I would
rather try to drive you away than, deal with it. I have been
always able to separate myself from whomever I am with, living
two very separate and distinct lives. But with you Scully; we are
so intertwined, complemented, like two halves of a whole I cannot
honestly can't tell where I start and you begin. That
inevitability daunts the hell out of me. For I feel I might just
lose myself in you, it could be so easy... '
Scully was his everything...
She had become the conscience to his Id. She had became his
strength, his staunchest supporter, and his best friend. Scully
simply put, the best thing that had ever happened to him.
At first, she had been the spy sent to report on him, but over
time, he wasn't sure when or where, she had insinuated her slight
frame into every inch of his existence, including his heart.
Her being shed light into the darkest corners of his lonely soul.
She was the food of his mind and the heart of his life. She cared
for him unconditionally, something that he had never experienced
before, giving him the will and the presence to continue living
when he had no reason to.
Mulder stood up and slipped on his baggy Nicks T-shirt. He needed
to talk to Scully. The fight, which they had earlier, was eating
away at him like a cancer, causing him to become more and more
uncomfortable second by second. It burned like a hell within his
own personal hell and he needed to put it out.
He needed to make it right, their relationship being the most
important thing in his life. He knew that they had been neglectful
of that truth for all of their years together. He knew that she
loved him. He would have thought it just platonic on her part,
given her reaction to his ' I love you ', but the sexual tension
which had existed all of their relationship all of those years
told him different. That and the jail house revelation, which had
rocked his world, convinced him other wise. But he knew that she
just wasn't ready. And the truth be known he wasn't either. But
after the events of today, he knew that it was time. All bets were
off. He needed to begin tearing down the walls of self denial and
of avoidance.
For no matter how much she may deny it to herself, he could
see it in her actions and her eyes.
Those swirling azure depths of intelligence and unconditional love.
They had stuck by him though storm after storm.
Now that the clouds were finally parting, it was time to let the
light shine in.
Mulder walked over to the door, and stepped outside, the cool
night air filled the stark dimly lit hallway. He walked
determinedly, the sound of his boot clad feet resonating along the
hallowed halls, a man on a mission. A mission to fight their
future and to resolve the past. As he reached the end and turned
the corner, the hair stood up on the back of his neck. A rush of
heart stopping fear ebbed through him, sending him into a
disjointed hysteria.
Scully's door was slightly ajar, the bedside light streaming
angrily into the creeping darkness. Shadows framed that
intrusionary light, bringing it form and substance. The hall was
silent and empty, no sounds of movement uttered from his
destination. Mulder flattened himself against the cool smooth
surface of the wall, the chill freezing him down to his very toes,
as he slid slowly down towards the gleaming light. For some reason,
his guard was up, his adrenaline rushed. This whole scene screamed
suspicious.
Mulder reached the door, and with the palm of his hand, slowly
pushed the door open. He wanted to go back to his room and get his
gun, but he didn't want to waste a single moment if Scully was
injured. ' Oh God Scully, please be all right. ' His hand was
shaking visibly, his palm damp and sensitive. Bright light flooded
his vision, temporarily blinding him until his keen eyes adjusted.
At first it appeared as if nothing was wrong. Her small but neat
room was carpeted in the same cheesy brown shag that his was. Her
room was filled with just a bed and a nightstand, and since the
room was so small, they nearly occupied all free space available.
The white smooth walls shone softly in the harsh lighting. The
small window in the corner, allowed very little street light to
penetrate through the thick obnoxiously patterned drapery.
Evidence of her rather recent residence was quite evident. Her
suitcase was laying open upon her still made bed. Next to the open
case, were lined up all of her smaller bags and various other
toiletries. The room appeared undisturbed, just as if she just had
left, however upon closer inspection, one could note underlying
hints.
As Mulder moved a careful trained eye he noticed that Scully's
navy blue pumps sat next to the door where she always left them,
the mud from the earlier rain still on the toes and heels. The
dark earth caused a flutter to surge through his wildly beating
heart.
' Scully would never leave that mud on them, she is a neat
freak. ' Mulder's heart began skip beats frequently, his breaths
ragged and labored from the acute distress which he was
experiencing.
Mulder then walked past the shoes and noticed that on the table
next to the light, sat Scully's wallet and room keys. Beside those
items was the neatly typed report that she had done at his request,
all left as if she had just been here.
' She would never leave without them. Oh God Scully, what has
happened? '
An overwhelming sense of dread encircled Mulder's heart and
drowned him in a deep black swirling sea of pain. Mulder drew in a
hastened breath, tightly gripping his hands. His mind flashed back
to a similar scene, when Scully had been taken from him once
before. He pushed that thought out of his mind, trying to get a
grip upon himself. As Mulder walked over to the table to look
closer, something caught his eye which made his soul fall to the
floor and shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces.
On the corner of the table, nearest the bed, a small smear of
blood, glistened the bright light, the smooth surface was broken
by several strands of reddish hair, which flowed over the side and
blended into the darkness, a twisted caricature of a waterfall.
As he bent further down to investigate, out of the corner of his
eye, almost obscured by the ruffle of the loud floral print bed
spread, was a single hypodermic needle, which lay next to a
glimmer of gold, Scully's cross...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Unknown time...
Unknown place...
Scully stood there, her heart literally skipping beats as the man
who still haunted her dreams to this day, stood over her with the
most evil leer she had ever seen. As she focused upon him, the
shifting, that she had noticed in their last encounter, began to
play before her. Various aspects, caliginous and pernicious, spun
before her. She couldn't help but close her eyes momentarily,
trying to bring into focus the vision before her.
" So, have you missed me Girlie Girl, " the figure asked quietly
as he came up to touch a strand of the glistening hair which he
adored so much. His hand was big, clumsy almost shaking in its
intent. The configuration had waited patiently for so long, that
it had to touch the trembling figure before him, lest it be a
mirage, or a cruel twist of fate.
Scully jumped back quickly, her defenses on full alert. The
gooseflesh which she wore as reaction, accompanied the very real
sense of apprehension she felt at that moment. She swallowed hard,
her mouth parched and tepid from her fight or flight response. She
was in shock. Her logical mind told her as much. Her hands were
frigid and almost deadened as she brought them up into a well
trained defensive posture and said rather shakily, " Pfaster, what
the hell... "
The looming presence never gave her time to finish her musings,
" It has been a long time. I have missed you. " His soft low bass
voice uttered. He smiled slightly revealing white, perfectly
spaced teeth. He began to pace back and forth, examining the feast
before him. ' I was right, you are the one. ' Pfaster looked
her over carefully. Even after all of these years, she still
elicited the same physiological response.
" I cannot say that I return the sentiments, " Scully retorted
harshly, as she tried to gather herself together. Since joining
the X-Files and working with Mulder, she had seen and done many
hazardous and even down right hideous things. From Flukeman, to
liver eating mutants, to even aliens. But none of these had even
touched the sheer dismay and torment which Donald Pfaster had
given her.
Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com
end part 5b of 19a and b
see part 6a of 19a and b
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