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 18 of 29
by Lovesfox



Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
Tuesday
9:40 am

Mulder had ambushed her in the shower.

Scully stood in front of the steamed up bathroom mirror on legs 
that were still not quite steady, blood still thrumming in her 
veins, and felt shell-shocked.  He had literally ambushed her in 
the shower.

She had been lathering up her hair with enthusiasm, thinking of 
the breakfast Mulder was surely hard at work preparing, when the 
whisking sound of the shower curtain being opened and a rush of 
cold air had warned her that she was no longer alone.  Before she 
could wipe the shampoo out of her eyes, Mulder's hands had been 
on her.

With a sputtered gasp, she had said his name, and hurriedly rinsed 
out her hair.  She had opened her eyes to see Mulder kneeling 
before her, and then had felt his lips on her belly.

Scully felt her cheeks warm as she remembered his lips trailing 
ever downwards, and the way her knees had buckled, nearly causing 
her to fall.  It had only been his strong hands on her hips holding 
her steady, keeping her upright.  She shivered slightly and took a 
deep breath, grabbing the hand towel on the countertop and lifting 
it to wipe at the condensation on the mirror.

Even as she studied her reflection, it was fogging again due to 
the steam that was still rising from the curtained stall, as Mulder 
had not yet completed his shower.  Her image was blurry, but she 
could still make out the newest of hickeys Mulder had graced her 
with, on her neck again.  That made three in total. It looked like 
she would be wearing turtlenecks for a few days.  She hadn't had to 
do that since high school.

A memory drifted over her.  

She was fifteen, and had gone out on a date with the boy with whom 
she had had a crush on for what had seemed like forever.  They had 
spent a good portion of that date making out in his father's station 
wagon.  Scully stared almost blankly at herself in the mirror and 
tried to recall the boy's name, but could only draw a blank.  Once 
he had gotten her home, she had tiptoed passed Ahab, sleeping in 
his Laz-Y-Boy chair in the family room and snuck upstairs to the 
room she shared with Missy.  She had stood in front of their dresser 
mirror staring dazedly at the very predominant hickey on her neck, 
knowing Ahab would kill her if he saw it.  Missy had breezed in not 
much later, and despite her efforts to hide the mark, had spied it 
on her younger sister's neck.  After snickering for long moments, 
Missy had caught the glimmer of worry in her eyes and told her not 
to worry.  Missy had then winked and said, "Why do you think I wear 
so many turtlenecks?" 

Scully smiled wistfully as she heard Missy's voice in her mind, 
and felt a pang in her heart.  With a sigh, she pushed the memory 
away.  She resumed her routine, smoothing lotion onto her body and 
then brushing her hair before slipping into her terrycloth robe.  
The phone began to ring as she was tying the sash, and she stopped 
midway through, hurrying down the hall to her bedroom to grab the 
portable off her night table.

She pressed the 'talk' button and holding the phone to her ear, 
said, "Hello."

Her mother's voice answered.  "Hi, Dana, it's Mom.  Just calling to 
see how you're doing."

Scully sank down onto the side of the bed, not noticing that her 
robe had gaped open as she did because it was not properly tied 
about her waist, and smiled.  

"Hi, Mom.  I'm feeling much better, actually.  The odd twinge or 
ache, but for the most part I think I'm pretty much healed."

"That's a relief, dear," her mom said next.  "When do you go back 
to the doctor's?"

Lifting her hand to push back a strand of damp hair behind her 
ear, Scully replied, "This Friday, although I really don't think 
it's necessary.  I'm fine."

Her mother's chuff of irritation had a note of amusement in it, as 
did her reply.  "If your doctor thinks it's necessary, then it is," 
she said, and then continued wryly, "You always did hate going to 
the doctor's, even as a baby.  Our doctor at the time then used to 
have to take his white coat off before he saw you so you wouldn't 
scream during the entire visit.  And don't get me started on you 
and needles..."

Scully smiled to herself.  She had heard this story so many times, 
along with her mother's comment that she couldn't believe that she 
had ended up choosing to go to medical school.  A sound at the 
doorway had her looking up.

Mulder stood there, a towel wrapped precariously around his lean 
hips, droplets of water still running down his bare chest and his 
hair slicked back.  Her mouth gaped a little.  He looked so damn 
sexy.  

"I heard voices," he explained then.

Scully had to slap her free hand over her mouth when he said that, 
to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape, and nearly choked 
instead.  She began to cough heavily and bent over to ease the 
attack.  

She could vaguely hear her mother's concerned calls in her ear, and 
also sensed Mulder moving across the floor to her.  A second later 
the mattress dipped as he sat beside her on the bed, and then his 
hand was pounding her gently on the back.

She managed to catch her breath and stop coughing, but a giggle 
still burst free.  She knew Mulder was looking at her with 
puzzlement and she started to tell him what was so funny when she 
remembered her mother on the line.  

She pressed the phone back against her ear, having almost dropped 
it, and said a little breathlessly, "I'm okay, Mom.  Sorry about 
that."

"Are you sure?  What happened?"  High-pitched and concerned.

"I'm sure, Mom," she answered, another snicker escaping.  "Um...
Mulder came in.  He...uh, he wanted to know who was on the phone."

Puzzlement this time.  "And that's funny?"  

"It's hard to explain, Mom."

"Okay, dear," her mother sighed.  "I won't ask."  A pause and then 
she continued,  "Well, how is Fox anyway?"  Her voice sounded more 
normal now.

Scully glanced at Mulder, and her mouth went dry.  When he had sat 
down, the towel around him had gaped, revealing all of one bare 
thigh, and his muscled abdomen was in fine relief.  She practically 
had to bite her tongue to stop from saying, 'he's absolutely 
beautiful'.  

She forced her eyes away from him and instead she said, "Mulder is 
fine, Mom."

"Just fine?" her mother queried, and there was no mistaking the 
teasing curiosity in her question.

"MOM!"

The word came out louder and more emphatically then she had 
intended, for the man in question had chosen just that moment to 
lean over and start nibbling her neck.

Mulder made a questioning sound, and it vibrated against her skin, 
causing her to shiver. Scully felt her cheeks go warm again, and 
pulled away to shake her head slightly at him in warning.  He 
grinned unrepentantly and because he could no longer access her 
neck, consoled himself by slipping one hand inside the gaping 
front of her robe.  "Mulder!" she hissed.

Scully jumped when his hand stroked her breast and tried to bat 
his hand away.  He chuckled softly and continued to caress her.  
She could not believe she was sitting on her bed with her lover 
while her mother was querying her about her sex life.  It was 
just a little bit embarrassing.

"Yes, dear?" her mother said, and Scully could still hear humor in 
her voice.

Slightly exasperated, she blurted out, "If you must know, Mom, 
Mulder is fantastic!" and then had to clap her hand over her mouth 
once again.  

Oh. My. God.  Did I just say that out loud?

There was silence on the other end for a long, torturous moment, 
while beside her Mulder gasped out, "Scully!"  His hand slithered 
out from her robe and he moved over on the mattress, away from her.

Apparently she had.  

Mortification rushed over her, and then she became aware of laughter 
coming over the line.  "Mom?" she said, cheeks now completely on 
fire.  She flicked a glance at Mulder, to see that his cheeks were 
also red.  

He was staring at her, the look on his face one of aghast.

Muffled sounds, as if her mother were cupping her hand over the 
phone.  She tried again.  "Mom?"

"I'm still here, honey," her mom said, and this time her voice was 
a little strangled.  "Why don't you call me back later, when 
you're feeling...better?"  

Scully swore she heard a snicker after that comment.  She closed 
her eyes briefly; unsure as to whether she wanted to laugh or to 
cry.  "Okay, Mom.  I'll talk to you later.  Bye."

"Goodbye Dana," her mom said, and then added, "Oh, and say goodbye 
to Fox for me, would you?"  It was practically cooed.

Arggghhhh.

"I will, Mom.  Goodbye."  She pulled the phone away from her ear 
and pressed the 'talk' button to disconnect the call with relief 
and tossed the phone onto the bed.  She brought her hands to her 
face, and with a muffled groan, fell backwards into the mattress.

"What was all that about?" came Mulder's voice.  "You were talking 
to your mom...about us?"  He actually sounded affronted.

Scully lowered her hands and opened one eye to peer at him.  "She 
figured it out all by herself, Mulder."  She smiled faintly at him 
and added, "Besides, I think she's pretty happy about it."

His answering smile was sickly.  "Wait until she tells Bill."

She groaned.

"And what was so funny back there anyway?" he asked, shifting to 
move back beside her, leaning back on one elbow.

She opened the other eye and turned her head to look at him 
completely.  

The pose he had struck once again accentuated the muscles in his 
abdomen, and she had to tear her gaze away from them to meet his 
eyes, which were watching her curiously.  

"Funny?" she repeated, still dazed.  "Oh!  You mean when I started 
to cough...well, you said 'I heard voices', and I was going to say 
that I had suspected for years that you heard voices."  She smiled, 
showing her teeth, to ease the sting.

Mulder threw back his head and laughed deeply.  When he had stopped
he mock scowled at her and said, "Thanks a lot!"

Scully laughed again and sat up, fixing her robe.  She slapped him 
lightly on his tight belly and said, "You still owe me breakfast, 
Mr. Petrie."  She rose to her feet and with a smirk, added, "Up and 
at'em!"

"Slave driver!" he said, and heaved himself to his feet, nearly 
losing his towel in the process.  A quick grab kept it in place.  
Barely.

Scully was disappointed, but philosophical.  They had things to 
do anyway.  

And there was always time for that later.  Lots of time.

***


Margaret Scully's Residence
Baltimore, MD
Tuesday
9:45 am


The sounds of the kettle frantically whistling pulled Margaret from 
her perusal of the unmarked sedan parked in front of her house and 
the vague shape of the agent sitting within it.  She released her 
grip on the curtain covering the large picture window in the living 
room and it swished gently back into place as she made her way to 
the kitchen which took up the entire back part of the house.  

She was still a little uncomfortable with the idea that the agent 
who had been assigned to watch her by Dana's boss might be a 
necessity, but tried to shake off the unease with which it left 
her.  She recalled the telephone call from Mr. Skinner the day 
before, informing her that the surveillance on both herself, and 
Dana and Fox, was to end tomorrow.  

That the FBI would no longer be watching her daughter also left her 
uneasy, as Mr. Skinner had also told her that the man responsible 
for kidnapping and injuring Dana had not yet been apprehended, nor 
had his death been confirmed.

She shook those feelings off and went about the familiar routine of 
making herself a cup of tea.  Her eyes lifted from the countertop 
to the clock on the stove and saw the time.  She still had an hour 
before she needed to meet her church group.  There was plenty of 
time to give Dana a call while enjoying her tea before she had to 
leave.

That decided, she carried her teacup to the table and sat it down 
on one of the placemats before walking over to pick up the phone.  
She dialed Dana's number quickly and then walked back over to the 
table and sat down in her usual seat.  She had a second to muse 
about how she always chose to sit in the same seat, the seat that 
had traditionally been hers during the Scully family meals, before 
she heard Dana's voice say hello.

Margaret smiled to herself, Dana always sounded slightly suspicious 
and a little aggressive when she answered the phone, as if she 
resented the caller for intruding on her time.  

A thought popped in her head, that maybe she really was interrupting 
something, something intimate between Fox and Dana, much like she 
had on Saturday when she had returned to Dana's apartment with some 
groceries, even as she was saying, "Hi, Dana, it's Mom.  Just 
calling to see how you're doing."

However there was no hint of anything amiss in her daughter's reply, 
or their next few minutes of conversation.  With a brief moue of 
distress, she wondered next if that interruption of hers had halted 
any further connection between her daughter and Fox.  She fervently 
hoped not.  

If there were ever two people more deserving of happiness and each 
other, she did not know who they could be.  Although, from the fact 
that Dana had finally admitted she loved Fox, and he Dana, she 
doubted that things had not proceeded in the right direction.

Margaret realized that there had been silence from the other end 
for a long moment, and then heard a muffled male voice followed by 
a choked sound from Dana.  Hard on its heels was a coughing fit.  
Fox must have joined Dana in the room.

She was just about to express her concern when she heard Dana 
giggle, something her daughter sadly did not do very often, and 
tthen Dana apologized.  Her voice still came out higher than normal 
when she asked Dana what had happened.

Her daughter's jumbled reply confirmed that Fox was indeed there, 
but did not explain what had been so funny.  She decided to forget 
about that, and instead asked Dana how Fox was.  There was silence 
again, but not as long as last time, and then Dana replied that he 
was fine.

Margaret could not explain what impulse had her asking teasingly, 
"Just fine?"  Perhaps it was her happiness over the fact that Dana 
and Fox were together, combined with her relief that Dana seemed to 
be completely healed, although she knew her daughter had a tendency 
to exaggerate her well-being, and often did not inform her of 
injuries she had sustained until well after the fact, or just that 
streak in many a parent to torment their child.  Whatever the 
reason, she did it, and thoroughly enjoyed the results.

Dana's indignant, "MOM!" followed by a low hoarse, "Mulder," had 
her smiling broadly.

She managed to reply, "Yes, dear?" quite calmly.

Her daughter's next response was a little more than she had 
bargained for, but delighted her all the same.  It also gave her 
an odd feeling to be cheered by the fact that her daughter had 
obviously engaged in sexual relations with a man and had announced 
it so baldly.  

These mixed reactions kept her silent for a moment before she went 
with her first instinct, which was to burst out laughing, while 
blushing too, for having to hear that Dana thought Fox was 
fantastic.  Her hand gripped the receiver tightly, covering the 
mouthpiece to hopefully hide the sound from Dana.  Her daughter 
did not deal with embarrassment well.

Margaret dimly heard Dana call her name, and then once more, and 
struggled to control her laughter.  She did get it under some 
semblance of control, but her voice was still not quite right when 
she told Dana to call her back later when she was feeling better.  
She hadn't meant to put a pause before the word 'better' and her 
sentence came out a little suggestively, which made her laugh again, 
a snickering sound.

Dana's goodbye was a little quick.  Margaret couldn't resist 
tacking on a request for Dana to say goodbye to Fox for her, and 
after Dana's affirmative reply, hung up the phone.  She realized she 
still had a smile on her face, and that her uneasiness from earlier 
was completely gone.  Lifting the teacup to her lips for a small 
sip, she discovered ruefully that it was quite tepid.

Oh, well.  There would be plenty of tea and coffee at the church.  

With that thought, she rose from her chair and crossed the floor to 
the sink, dumping the tea down the train.  She rinsed the cup out 
and put it in the drainer before heading upstairs to get ready.

***

Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, D.C.
Tuesday
8:00 pm


Mulder held the TV remote loosely in one hand, surfing the channels 
randomly, while sprawled comfortably on Scully's couch, one bare 
foot on the coffee table, the other dangling off the edge.  His 
gaze was fixed on the screen, his face and body bathed in its blue 
glow, which flickered in a hypnotic pattern.

He was waiting for Scully to join him, to entice her to curl herself 
around him and snuggle, so that he could bask in the warmth and 
scent that was Scully.  She had gone to change out of her jeans 
after cleaning up the remains of their somewhat late supper, and 
was taking a surprisingly long time.  With that thought, he shifted 
slightly so he could look down the hallway to her bedroom, hitting 
the mute button for the TV at the same time.  The door to her 
bedroom was ajar, light spilling from within, but there was no 
sound.

He wondered if she had fallen asleep, remembering her smothered 
yawns at the dinner table, and was just debating about going to 
check on her when the door opened wider and her figure filled the 
frame.  The light clicked off, cloaking the hallway in darkness 
again, and then he could make out the faint sounds of her footsteps 
as she neared.

The floor creaked once and then the lamp on the end table to the 
left of the couch was clicked on as she said a quiet 'hi.'  

Mulder had to blink rapidly at the sudden infusion of light, 
bringing one hand up to rub briefly at his eyes and said, "Hey," 
in response.  He felt a nudge on his thigh, and shifted so that 
Scully could join him on the couch.  

She chose to curl up at one end, her back propped on the arm, her 
feet tucked beneath her, and opened the book he hadn't realized 
she had brought with her.

Mulder looked at her, a little disappointed she hadn't read his mind 
and lay down with him, but had to smile.  Her glasses were perched 
on the end of her nose, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, and 
she was wearing...his sweatshirt.  His favorite sweatshirt.  The one 
he had packed when they went to his apartment to check on whether 
any of his fish had succumbed, and to pick up his mail and some more 
clothes.  

She had volunteered to unpack his suitcase, after offering to clear 
out a couple of her dresser drawers for him, once they had got back 
to her place, and had obviously taken a liking to it.  Not that he 
minded, he found it gave him a little thrill to see her wearing it, 
much as the sight of her in his tee shirt had.

She looked like a librarian in her glasses.  A very sexy librarian.  
He mused to himself that if she had been his librarian in school, he 
would never have gotten anything done.  A more perfect touch though 
would have been if she had been wearing a crisp, white button-down 
shirt.  His, of course, with the top three buttons undone, hinting 
at what was beneath.

A pleasant little tingle ran through his body at the thought, and 
seeing that Scully was engrossed in her book, decided to indulge 
himself a little.  He laid his head down on the back of the couch 
and closed his eyes.

Instead of the library scene he had started to imagine though, his 
mind drifted back to earlier, to when they had gone to the 
Laundromat a block away from his apartment after picking up his 
stuff.   

It was his regular place, both for its convenient location, next 
to a dry cleaner's on one side, and a bakery on the other, and was 
staffed by an eccentric little old woman named Daisy who rarely 
spoke to anyone.  

Tantalizing aromas had drifted from the propped open door of the 
bakery, and Scully had surprised him by going over to press her 
nose against the window, a smile on her face as she beheld all the 
treats displayed there.  He had teased her, telling her not to drool 
on the glass, and said that if she were a good girl, he would buy 
her something later.  She had shot him a look, managing to look 
prissy and sexy at the same time, and then surprised him again by 
asking how good.  

He had groaned and after resisting the temptation to haul her 
against him for a deep, wet kiss, had dragged her away from the 
bakery window and into the Laundromat.  It had been empty except 
for Daisy, who had winked at their entrance and then cackled when 
she saw they were holding hands.  The lack of other customers was 
a bonus, for they quickly staked their claim on three washing 
machines, after Scully had explained to him the necessity of 
separating whites from darks.  He had then asked what the third 
machine was for, and Scully had said for delicates.  His face must 
have been blank, evidence of his utter lack of comprehension, for 
she had rolled her eyes and then briefly held up a pair of her 
silk panties in explanation.  She had then quickly sorted all their 
clothes and got the washers going.  He had sat down on one of the 
orange plastic chairs to start reading his latest Omni magazine, 
which had been waiting in his mailbox, thinking how odd and yet 
how exhilarating it was to be so domestic with Scully, and how 
comfortable they both were with it.  Scully had brought a book 
with her, but after maybe ten minutes of reading, had put it down 
and began wandering.

Mulder had found himself distracted, glancing up to stare at her 
jean-clad ass every time she had walked by him.  He so rarely had 
the pleasure of seeing her in jeans, and had to admit it was 
probably a good thing.  They weren't skin tight, but they certainly 
clung in all the right places.  Finally he had been able to stand 
it no more, and had risen after her last saunter past him, grabbing 
her from behind at the hips and pulling her backside into his
groin, which had started to react to her feminine charms.  Scully 
had wiggled her behind in reaction, brushing against the fly of his 
jeans.  With a quick glance around the Laundromat to see that 
Daisy was nowhere to be seen, hopefully busy in her little office 
in the back, he had swooped his head down to nibble at Scully's 
neck, nosing her turtleneck aside and whispering 'hussy' into her 
warm, scented skin.  She had whispered back, "Only for you," and 
wiggled her ass again.  She had then moaned, "Let's go back to 
your apartment, Mulder. We can't...not here."

On the couch, Mulder shifted a little, for his jeans were a little 
restricting now.  He was aware of Scully beside him, shifting 
about as well, and cranked one eye open to peer at her.  She was 
still reading, one hand rubbing absently at her calf.  Mulder 
shifted again, and reaching out, scooped his arm under both her 
calves to straighten her legs and bring her feet onto his lap.  
Scully lifted her eyes to peer at him from above her glasses and 
smiled her thanks before returning her gaze to her book.  He 
resettled himself into the cushions, and with one hand, began to 
massage one of Scully's feet.  It twitched beneath his hand, and 
she shifted again, but did not pull away.  He let his fingers 
begin on her arch as he drifted back into his memory.

Scully's wiggling had had an effect, naturally, and he had 
staggered forward, pushing her into one of the gyrating washing 
machines, which was now in its spin cycle.  With Scully's height, 
her groin was pressed against the machine, the top of it at her 
waist.  He had felt the motions of the machine through her body, 
and had pressed himself even more firmly against her backside, 
groaning slightly.  She had hissed his name, her embarrassment 
obvious, and tried to push them both away from the washer.  His 
feet were planted on the floor, and she had not been able to budge 
him.  He had heard her growl of frustration, and worried that she
was now angry instead of aroused, had been about to step back when 
she had moaned quietly.  The sound had emboldened him further, one 
hand leaving her hip to trail up her body to cup her chin, angling 
her head back and to the side for his kiss.  

Unfortunately two things had happened then.  The little bell over 
the door had rung, announcing a customer's arrival, and Daisy had 
come from the back of the Laundromat.  He and Scully had sprung 
apart like two scalded cats, both of their cheeks flushed red.  He 
had walked awkwardly back to his chair, holding the opened Omni 
magazine over his lap as camouflage while he waited for his erection 
to subside, and Scully had feigned interest in the posters 
decorating the dingy beige walls.  

The place had gotten busier, and there had been no more chances to 
play.  After folding their dry laundry, they had gone into the 
bakery next door to purchase some lemon tarts and fudge brownies.  
Their next stop had been the grocery store and then over to the 
Gunmen's.  The guys had had nothing to report, but had sworn to keep 
looking.  Finally all their errands had been completed, and they had 
headed back to Scully's apartment.

And now here he was sporting another erection.  He shifted again, 
and accidentally brought Scully's foot into contact with it.  His 
eyes popped open, and shot over to Scully, who was perusing him over 
her glasses, her expression somewhat serious.

Her lips parted in a smile as she rotated her ankle in his now loose 
grip, letting the bottom of her foot brush against him again.  "What 
were you thinking about?" she asked teasingly, head tilted to the 
side and one eyebrow quirked.

He answered honestly.  "The intricacies of the spin cycle."

Her foot jumped in his hand, and heat flared in her eyes.  She 
inhaled sharply and then her tongue darted out to lick her upper lip 
as her eyes dropped to his lap.  "Mulder."  Huskily said.

That was all he needed to hear.  He released her foot and crawled up 
her body, his hands going to her hips to pull her further down the 
couch.  He settled his weight on top of her and after gently 
removing her glasses and laying them on the coffee table, met her 
lips in a deep kiss.

Their clothes were quickly shed, both gasping at the feel of naked 
skin against naked skin.  

He rasped her name once and then the soft sounds of their loving 
filled the apartment.

***

end Part 18 of 29