Title:          Revenge
Author:         Lovesfox
E-mail:         Lovesfox@rogers.com  (Feed me, please)
Web site:       http://www.geocities.com/kim_djd/index.html
Rating:         NC-17 (violence, consensual M/S sex and strong 
                language)
Category:       Implied UST then MSR, Angst, Story/X-File
Classification: XRA
Spoilers:       Not really, but up to mid-S7
Archive:        As long as my name and everything stays attached
Summary:        An old case of Mulder's resurfaces seeking revenge

Disclaimer:     Alas, not mine.  They belong to Chris Carter and 1013
                Productions.

Dedication:     To true friendship, through thick and thin. Thanks,T.

Warning:        This story contains some scenes of violence, a rape
                attempt, implied character death, references to
                incest, and graphic sex.




Revenge Part 8 of 29
by Lovesfox



Unknown Location
Leesburg, VA
Saturday
4 pm


Elliot grunted and sweated as he carried his latest purchases inside 
through the small side door he had jimmied open long ago and kept 
propped with a brick.  It was easier this way when he had a heavy 
load, instead of stumbling and climbing over all the rubble that 
still remained from the fire and partial demolition.  He had always 
wondered why they had never completed tearing down the remaining 
structure and outbuildings, for the place was a safety hazard.  Not 
that it mattered to him, it was quite convenient and when he thought 
about it, quite fitting that he was staying in the place where 
Elizabeth died.  It would also be poetic justice when Mulder 
experienced what he had planned next.

He made what was his last trip to his new mode of transportation, 
a small Ford sedan he had broken into at a long term parking garage 
in Arlington.  The car had been dusty, and looked like it had sat 
for quite some time, so he was feeling pretty safe about it not 
being reported stolen.  Just in case, he had stopped at a busy 
shopping mall and removed the plates from another vehicle, switching 
them with the plates from the stolen car.  He had read somewhere 
that most people never bothered to look at their own license 
plates.  He thought that if the car were reported stolen, the 
different plates could help him escape detection.  Although, he 
didn't plan on leaving the hospital much, and would limit his trips 
to the evening, where the dark of night could help hide him.

The van had been dumped at a strip plaza, miles away from the 
parking lot where he had stolen the car. He had spent a good half 
hour cleaning the van out, making sure there was nothing in it that 
would lead the police or FBI back to him.  He had wiped all the 
surfaces down, and realized too late he should have stopped at one 
of those car wash places and vacuumed it out.  He did the best he 
could, sweeping it out with a piece of cardboard he had found.

Finally he was finished, lowering the last of the items to the floor 
with a sigh of relief.  He looked at his watch and decided he had 
better check on Dana.  He headed up the flight of steps to the next 
floor and made his way down the hall to her room.  This time he 
chose to enter quietly, pushing the door open gently after unlocking 
it.

The sight of her curled up on the cot, eyes closed and bound hands 
tucked just under her chin made him smile. He crept forward and 
knelt down beside the cot, one elbow coming to rest on the thin 
mattress.  He leaned forward and with one finger, stroked the wisp 
of hair that had fallen forward off her cheek, tucking it behind her 
ear. He could smell the rose soap on her skin, bringing back sweet 
memories, and let his fingertips run gently over her cheek.  She 
smiled slightly, her face moving against his hand, sighed and then 
murmured, "Mulder."  

Elliot's hand moved of its own accord until he was squeezing her 
face tightly in reaction to her soft utterance, his fingers digging 
into her flesh.  

Her eyes shot open and a moan of pain passed her lips.  He watched 
the blue orbs go from sleep-blurred confusion to wide and fear-
filled, and it thrilled him.  She began squirming to get away from 
him, her back bumping up against the wall, and he bared his teeth 
at her in an evil grin, enjoying her struggles.

"How sweet," he cooed.  "Dreaming of Mulder, were we?"  He leaned 
close to her ear and let his lips brush her lobe as he whispered, 
"Were they good dreams, Dana?"

She shivered, cringing away from his mouth, and he chuckled before 
releasing her face.  Before she could move away from him, he moved 
to sit on the edge of the cot, crowding close to her body.  
"Speaking of Mulder, I think it's time I gave him a call."  He 
watched her eyes, and saw the hope and the need that flared in 
them.  

Elliot reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out the cell 
phone, holding it up to her teasingly.  "Would you like to speak to 
him, Dana?"  He chuckled again when she closed her eyes and turned 
her head away.  "That's right, you can't talk to him, and if you 
try, you'll regret it, believe me."  He dialed the number and 
listened to the rings.  Surprisingly it rang four times before 
Mulder finally picked up, and the thought that Mulder was trying to 
play a game with him had him tensing with anger.

"Mulder, I don't like to be kept waiting." He just barely kept the 
words low and taunting, wanting to yell his displeasure.  Dana made 
a muffled sound, and he looked down at her to see that he had 
grabbed her upper arm and was squeezing it tightly.  He let go, 
blinking rapidly, and then realized Mulder had spoken and he hadn't 
heard a word the man had said.  He shook his head to clear it and 
said, "Did you like your gift, Mulder?"

Dana tensed against him and he saw that she was staring at him with 
a fearful, questioning look in her eyes.  That's right, she didn't 
know about the panties.  Maybe he'd tell her after.  He forced 
himself to focus on Mulder's voice.  His words were calmly spoken, 
but Elliot could sense the anger behind them.  Apparently Mulder 
did not think much of his gift. Elliot snickered to himself.  

Mulder was speaking again.  "...I remember you now, Elliot," he 
said.  Elliot frowned; it was about time.  "...I'm very sorry about 
your sister Elizabeth.  I know it's me you want, not Sc...not Dana. 
Why don't you tell me where you are and we'll talk.  You'll let Dana 
go, and I'll stay with you."

Elliot smiled to himself.  Mulder was trying to go all psychologist 
on him.  It wouldn't work.  He was wise to their tricks.  "We'll see 
each other soon, Mulder.  When I say it's time," he replied. 
"Good-bye, Mulder."

"Wait!  Can I speak to Dana?" Mulder asked.

Elliot had been about to disconnect the call, and re-considered.  
He shoved the phone in Dana's face, squeezing her arm again, and she 
croaked out, "Mulder?  Mulder, he..."

He yanked the phone away and ended the call.  He tucked the phone 
away and leaned over Dana, his arm pressing into her stomach so he 
could look in her face, which she had turned back towards the wall. 
He grabbed her chin again and pulled until she faced him.  "Do you 
want to know what gift I sent to Mulder?" he asked her.

She blinked a few times but said nothing.   "You're no fun, Dana," 
he said.  He gave her chin one last squeeze and let go, shifting a 
little on the cot to sit upright.  "I'll tell you anyway."  He bent 
once more and whispered in her ear again.  "I sent him your 
panties." No reaction.  "After I jacked off in them," he said then, 
and straightened, laughing at the way her eyes had goggled. He 
patted her cheek, almost like a slap, and rose.  "I'll leave you 
with that for now," he said, and left the room.

***

4:30 pm

Scully was dreaming.  She was sitting beside Mulder, on his couch, 
and she had never felt so relaxed, so comfortable.  So happy.  His 
eyes were tender as he smiled at her.  She watched as he lifted his 
hand, and felt a tingle of anticipation, wondering if he was going 
to touch her.  His fingers were warm and gentle as they caressed her 
cheek.  She snuggled into his hand, sighing with pleasure and 
contentment, and murmured his name.  "Mulder."

Suddenly there was pain, and Mulder was gone.

She awoke with a moan, to see Elliot's face close to hers, to feel 
his fingers squeezing her cheek painfully.   She tried to back away, 
and felt the wall hit her behind.  His grin was frightening, and 
with a frisson of fear, she remembered how her struggles had excited 
him.  She stilled as he spoke. 

His words were oily, and tainted the memory of her dream.  "How 
sweet.  Dreaming of Mulder, were we?"  Elliot leaned even closer, 
and his lips brushed her ear, causing her to shiver with disgust.  
"Were they good dreams, Dana?" he whispered.

Scully cringed away from him, and with a chuckle, he released her 
face.  Before she could move, he was sitting on the cot, his upper 
body leaning over hers, effectively trapping her in place.  It was 
so much like when he had tried to rape her, and her heart began 
pounding. Her nerves were stretched taut as she wondered what he 
was going to do.  She vowed to herself that despite the pleasure 
he had attained from her movements, she would fight with tooth and 
nail until she was no longer able.  

She could not help reacting to Elliot's next words about calling 
Mulder.  She knew he could see it all in her eyes, her hope and 
fear, and her need to hear Mulder's voice, or to speak to him. She 
also knew it was probably adding to whatever twisted pleasure he 
was deriving from her kidnapping and the tormenting of Mulder. 

He took the cell phone out of his inner pocket and waggled it in 
front of her face, saying, "Would you like to speak to him, Dana?"

It was obvious by the expression on his face that the words were 
merely rhetorical and that he was amusing himself with her 
reactions.  She would not give him one.  She closed her eyes and 
turned her head to the side, as if dismissing him.  He chuckled, 
and then his voice came low and ugly, warning her not to speak.  
She remained as she was, head turned away, but she could still 
hear the sounds as he entered the phone number.

Scully could feel Elliot tense beside her, and realized he had yet 
to speak.  Had something happened to Mulder?  Why wasn't he 
answering?  Her heart began to thud.  Finally Elliot spoke, telling 
Mulder he didn't like to be kept waiting.  Although his words 
sounded taunting, she thought she could hear the anger beneath 
them.  His sudden painful squeezing of her upper arm confirmed that 
anger, and her eyes popped open to look at him. She could not help 
the small sound that escaped.

He looked surprised to see his hand on her arm, and let go, blinking 
and shaking his head.  His next words confused her.  What did he 
mean by a gift for Mulder?  She stared at his eyes, watching the 
emotions flickering through them.  Gleeful pleasure, followed by 
anger, and then pleasure again.  Against her body he was rocking 
slightly as he told Mulder they would see each other soon.  She 
wanted to yell out 'When? When can I see him? but managed to hold
her tongue.  A wave of sadness washed over her as she realized 
she would not get a chance to talk to Mulder after all, even if 
she had already told herself it was unlikely he would allow her to.

The phone was thrust in her face at the exact same time Elliot 
squeezed her arm again, and she very quickly realized he wanted her 
to speak.  She had already resigned herself to the fact that she 
would not be able to, and was therefore unprepared.  She managed to 
get out, "Mulder? Mulder, he..." before the phone was taken away.  
Oh, God, she should have told him she loved him.  She wanted to cry, 
and turned her face towards the wall again to hide her distress.  
What if she never got another chance?  

Don't think like that, she told herself.  You will see Mulder again, 
and you'll be able to tell him that over and over again.

Elliot's arm was suddenly pressing into her stomach, and then he was 
clasping her chin, pulling her face until she was looking at him.  
"Do you want to know what gift I sent to Mulder?" he asked, in that 
ugly, cooing voice.

She did, very much so, but she was not going to let him know that.  
She blinked, but remained silent, willing him to leave her alone.  
To leave her alone so that she could sink back into her dreams of 
Mulder.  

Surprisingly he did not react with anger.  "You're no fun, Dana," he 
said as he straightened, sounding like a child whose sibling would 
not play with him.  His fingers tightened briefly on her chin before 
letting her go, and she resisted the urge to lift her hands and rub 
away his touch.  "I'll tell you anyway."  He brought his mouth to 
her ear, thankfully his lips did not touch her skin, and whispered,
"I sent him your panties." 

She kept perfectly still, barely breathing, and almost gagged at his 
next words.  "After I jacked off in them."  She knew her eyes had 
widened, for he laughed, and then he was patting her cheek hard, 
and leaving.

Scully waited until the door had closed and the lock had clicked 
into place before letting the tears fall.  Despite the fact that 
Mulder would not recognize her panties, she knew he had instinctively
known they were hers.  What receiving them, and then learning what 
had been on them, must have done to him.  Oh, Mulder.   As she 
thought more about what Elliot had said, she began to worry about 
what he would do next.  

Please hurry, Mulder.

***

Mulder's Apartment
Alexandria, VA
Saturday
4:30 pm


Mulder moved from the bathroom over to his bed, where his overnight 
bag lay open and waiting.  He placed his shaving kit inside and then 
moved over to the bureau to get socks and boxers.  Those were 
stuffed inside as well, followed by some clean tee shirts and a 
spare pair of jeans.  He glanced at the clock on his night table; 
Skinner was obviously running late, he was supposed to have picked 
Mulder up by now.  

They were going to drive to Leesburg to join the agents already in 
place.  Skinner had made the arrangements earlier in the day.

He zipped the bag up, grabbed the files on Elizabeth and Elliot 
Andercott that he had brought home, and carried them out to place by 
the door, the files resting atop the bag.  He stood there 
uncertainly, wondering if he should just go downstairs and wait by 
the curb for Skinner.  

There was a faint ringing sound, a cellular phone, and he realized 
it was Elliot's phone.  He reached inside his jacket and encountered 
nothing.  He patted his other pockets frantically and then spun 
around, eyes scanning the room.  Where the hell was it?  He had been 
expecting Elliot to call ever since the package arrived, had spent 
the remainder of the afternoon on edge waiting for him, and had not 
let the phone out of his sight for one minute.  Until now.

The ringing continued, it was coming from his bedroom.  He ran 
there and over to his bed, his foot kicking it where it lay on the 
floor.  He scooped it up with a curse, his heart racing.  It must 
have fallen, and he hadn't even noticed.  What if he had left 
without it?

He jabbed the send button with a shaking finger, afraid that Elliot 
was going to end the call, and maybe punish Scully for his mistake. 
HHe held the phone to his head, gasping his name into the receiver.  
Elliot's voice reached his ears in response to his answer and the 
man's words were taunting, but there was something more there as 
well.  Mulder knew it was anger at his delay in answering the 
phone.  

He apologized for making Elliot wait, as much as the thought of 
apologizing to the bastard was abhorrent to him, the idea that 
Elliot might hurt Scully because he did not was worse.

Elliot ignored his apology, and asked him how he had liked his 
gift.  Mulder immediately pictured the silk panties in the ugly box, 
and again heard the lab tech's voice as he told them they had found 
semen on the panties.  

His resolve to be calm and rational was nearly flung out the 
window.  

He bit back the curse that sprang to his lips and struggled to keep 
his voice steady as he replied, "The gift was somewhat unexpected, 
and a bit of a shock."  There was silence on the other end, and 
Mulder decided to try and really talk to Elliot.  "Elliot, you had 
told me that we had a connection, and I remember you now, Elliot, 
and how we met.  I'm very sorry about your sister Elizabeth. "  
He continued by offering himself in place of Scully.  He would do 
anything to get her away from Elliot, regardless of the risk to 
his own safety.

The offer was not rebuffed, nor was it discussed.  Elliot told him 
they would see each other soon, when he said it was time, and then 
said goodbye.  Mulder panicked, he hadn't heard a sound that would 
mean Scully was there, that she was alive.  "Wait!  Can I speak to 
Dana?" he cried, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.

There was silence, followed by static, and then the sound that sent 
relief careening through his body.  Scully's voice.  It was far too 
brief; he only got to hear, "Mulder?  Mulder, he..." and the call 
was disconnected, but it gave him something to cling to.  

Scully was still alive.  He closed his eyes and allowed his body to 
relax finally, sinking down to sit on the bed.

A knock at the door came then, and his eyes popped open.  He turned 
the cell phone off and carefully tucked it into the inside pocket 
of his jacket before rising to his feet and heading to answer the 
door.  The knock was replaced by pounding, followed by Skinner's 
voice yelling his name.  Mulder reached the door in long strides 
and turned the lock, yanking it open.  

Skinner stood there, fist still raised to pound again, mouth open.  
"Are you all right, Mulder?" he asked.

Mulder nodded and replied, "Elliot called to ask how I liked my 
gift.  He let Scully speak for a second."  He remembered the trace 
the guys were running on the phone, and left Skinner standing in the 
open doorway to go to his desk, picking up the phone.  He dialed the 
Lone Gunmen's number quickly and spoke the moment the phone was 
picked up on the other end.  "Anything?"

Langly told him the call had not been long enough.  He then added 
that Frohike had some information for him.  Mulder waited as the 
pphone was obviously passed to the little man, from the muffled 
sounds that emitted from the receiver.  A moment later Frohike was 
on, saying, "Mulder, we ran this Andercott creep through the DMV, 
and got another address besides the aunt's that you told us about.  
Ya got a pen handy?"

Mulder mumbled, "Just a sec," as he yanked open one of the desk 
drawers and awkwardly fished around for a pen, anything to write 
with.  His fingers found the stub of a pencil and he plucked it up, 
grabbing an old Omni magazine from his desktop.  "Shoot," he said, 
his voice sounding odd as his neck was craned to hold the phone 
pressed between his jaw and shoulder to leave his hands free to jot 
down the information.  He scribbled the address in Leesburg down on 
the back page of the magazine, said a quick thanks to Frohike and 
dropped the phone in its cradle.  He ripped the page off and crammed 
it into his pocket with the cell phone, crossing the room to rejoin 
Skinner who had been watching the proceedings with curious eyes.  

Mulder bent and grabbed his overnight bag, and Skinner turned to 
exit the apartment, Mulder behind him.  

They moved swiftly down the hall to the elevator and within minutes 
were buckling themselves into the car for the hour-long drive to 
Leesburg.  As Skinner skillfully maneuvered into the early evening 
traffic, Mulder told him the full details of his conversation with 
Elliot, and about the address Frohike had found for the man.  He 
held the files on the two Andercotts on his lap.

"We'll meet with the ASAC in Leesburg when we get there, get a 
warrant, and then check out this address," Skinner said, in a tone 
that brooked no argument.  "We will not go over there like 
gangbusters, and risk some sort of incident.  For all we know, this 
address is where he's keeping Scully."

Mulder nodded reluctantly, and focused his gaze out the window at 
the passing scenery.  

Hold on, Scully, we're coming. 

***

end Part 8 of 29