Author: RPcrazy
Category: DRR,
Key Words: Doggett POV, Reyes, X-file, romance
Rating: R (Violence, supernatural theme, sexual situations)
Summary: John and Monica find themselves in a dark, damp place with no memory of how they came to be there. To add to the mystery they are both injured and must find urgent medical help. How will they break out of this seemingly inescapable situation?
Chapter One
It was that moment between sleep and wakefulness, that half way point of not being able to tell if it was real but he was sure he heard her calling his name. He recognized her dulcet tone and the pain in her voice, wanting him to come around but just being out of reach.
His subconscious told him he�d been there before. Not being able to move but hearing her sweet voice urging him to return to awareness. It was when Scully�s William had been abducted and he had foolishly expected the mad driver to stop. He had ended up in hospital in a coma from the injuries of being knocked down.
She was the most important person in the world to him but he could not show it enough. He didn�t know how. He had lost much of his ability to care since his son�s death and his divorce. Why care about something, someone when it could all be taken away at a moment�s notice? Why put all that emotional and physical energy into caring for someone when he�d again have his heart wrenched from his body when it was all over?
He had thrown himself into his work after that. That way there would be little time to think about the hurt, how empty his life really was without being loved and loving in return. His hard nosed, diligent, no stoned unturned attitude had got him noticed at the Bureau and he was fast making his way up the corporate ladder until Kersh stepped in with his dislocating tactics.
Since becoming partners in the basement office in at the Hoover building some of that caring had begun to inch its way to the surface. Scully�s pain of losing a loved one in such mysterious circumstances and the birth of Mulder�s child had brought back snippets of his past. How could he deal with his ingrained pain and help her find her partner? Consciously pushing his own hurt aside he used his energy to share her hurt and comfort her as much as he could.
When Mulder had returned in such a spectacular manner, John�s nose had been initially out of joint. He had come to care for Scully more that he verbalized. Although he was happy for her, the fact that her life partner had literally returned from the dead, to once again step aside was another dagger in the heart. Another of life�s barbs to demonstrate that the world was not so peachy.
Then there was Monica.
She had become his reason to live life again but it had taken him a long time to see it, much less verbalize his feelings. Monica had felt affection for him for a lot longer. He had seen that side of her on many occasions but he wasn�t ready for any further move other than partnership and friendship. What was the use when it would all just be taken away again?
Where was he? He could hear her name calling and yet his body would not move. Was it some type of limbo between life and death? All was gray as though his lids were closed and wherever his body lay was dark and quiet.
Then just as suddenly there was a different voice, more urgent and young. It was the high-pitched tone of a small boy or girl calling, yearning, desperate, imploring.
�Help me,� the long, echoing tone rang. Each plea became more urgent until there were more ethereal voices. Some were young, others distinctly of men and women. The noises built up and up until his head was filled with a cacophony of noise.
That�s when his eyes sprang open.
The noises just as suddenly stopped, leaving almost an echo of where they had been, like a pocket that had just been emptied.
Slowly John began to become more aware of where he was. His head wound throbbed as he tried to sit. All was dark except for slits of moonlight through some sort of opening high above. The hoary light reflected off a few stray boxes of unknown contents. Apart from that there were no visible signs of anything except being in a dark, damp, earthen room.
How he had come to be there was still an unknown.
�Monica?� A sharp pain sped through his temple as he uttered the word, causing him to bend over double and cry out in agony. Lifting a hand to his head he felt the sticky thick fluid across his forehead and wondered how much blood he had lost.
There had been no reply to his entreaty and he assumed he was indeed alone.
�John?� The voice came from somewhere in the distance. Was it his imagination again? �Is that you John?� She sounded groggy as though she had also been unconscious and was just becoming aware of her surrounds.
Actively pushing back the pain and the waves of nausea John crawled towards the voice.
�Monica, talk to me.� Most of the room was in shadow. He could not make out any sign of life.
�Over here,� her voice tried to mask the pain she was also feeling.
�Are you okay?� John inched his way towards the sound. Trying to stand just made him flop to the ground again; bringing back the sharp pain that was only just bearable if he was on all fours.
�I don�t know.� The fact that his partner wasn�t making a move towards him suggested she was probably in worse shape.
When he first set eyes on her she was on her side and motionless. Every move forward of his sent a throbbing spear of pain though his head but he would shut it away thinking only of Monica�s wellbeing. He knew that no matter what, he wanted the best for his partner. He would die for her if need be.
�Where does it hurt?� John managed to crouch by her side but only saw a little moonlight on her face and nowhere else.
�My arm. The right one.� Monica lay on her left side so John knew where to guide his hand to help. �Argh!� She cried aloud as he touched her and he could hear her ragged breathing as though trying to control what must have been very acute pain.
Without delay John took off his suit coat then tore off his shirt, not taking any time to undo the buttons, leaving on just his T-shirt underneath. Starting to rip it into a few pieces Monica knew what he had diagnosed.
�Can you sit up?� He momentarily left his shirt on the ground to help her into a sitting position.
�I can�t John!� Her weight doubled in his arms as she gave up trying. Forgetting his own pain he applied all his strength to help her up. Uncomfortably but eventually she was sitting with her back against one of the earthen walls of their prison.
�Looks like you�ve broken your arm.� He found one of the fabric pieces and began wrapping it carefully around her arm into a sling. Despite some groans he successfully tied two ends around her neck, keeping the arm bent and secure.
�How did we get here John?� She could eventually talk after suffering and then compartmentalizing the pain. �Are you okay?� She added as an afterthought.
�I was hoping you could tell me about where the hell we are.� Exhausted and sore, he sat next to her against the wall, dabbing away at his bloodied forehead with another piece of cotton shirt. �Just a head wound. Nothing major,� he fabricated knowing if he didn�t have a few stitches soon he could loose a little too much blood, not to mention the definite scarring. He tied the material around his head to try to stem the ooze.
Both of them needed to be in a hospital but that didn�t seem too likely in the near future.
�Where is this place?� Monica�s voice was quiet and John knew she was still feeling almost unbearable pain for her not to be up and exploring her surroundings.
�I have no idea. Do you remember anything at all Monica?� Just as he said the words there was a blinding flash of white light causing him to bend over with discomfort. In the image he saw a man�s face, one he didn�t seem to recognize and with it was what appeared to be a threat from his lips but one that was unintelligible.
�John!� Her good hand went to his back and began rubbing in large circles. The touch seemed to break the chord of unease and he was soon in darkness again wondering what had just transpired. �What is it?� It was though her touch was magic. Just the feel of her hand on him sent a comfort that truly contradicted their grim situation. An after tingle could be felt right down his spine, making him dwell on the euphoria before replying.
It was a split second decision but instead of telling her about the man�s image he sat up and mentioned something else that had been gnawing at him.
�Did you hear them too?� John wasn�t sure whether to bring up evidence that he was going loopy. Only Monica would understand.
�Hear what John?� A small frown of non-understanding crossed her brow.
�Voices, hundreds of them.� His head slumped back on the wall trying to will the pain away.
�When was this?� Monica�s hand rested lightly on his. Did she know what that simple gesture did to him? It was all so absurd. They were both badly injured, racked with pain, in some sort of cellar or cave and he was feeling sparks for his partner.
�It�s probably nothing.� He resisted the urge to link fingers with hers since it could suggest that he was returning her caring gesture. They were in an unknown situation that required the level head of reasoning without thinking about hormones.
�John, it�s not nothing if you experienced it.� Her fingers gently caressed his. �Talk to me.�
�Well at first I thought I heard your voice and then I heard a child�s.� He looked across to her but still only saw the reflection of a little silvery light on her features, no true expression. �That voice was joined by one, two and then more until I couldn�t stand it any longer and then it all just as abruptly stopped. Could my head injury have something to do with that?�
�Could be but tell me more. Could you make out what they were saying?� Monica shivered a little in the cold clamminess just enough for John to notice. Reaching for his jacket he began pulling it around her shoulders. �What about you John?�
�I�m okay,� his macho self placated.
�No you�re not! It�s chilly here wherever we are.� It was very clear that neither of them was in a position to explore their surroundings until they gained extra energy and recovered more from their injuries. There was no way of telling how long they had been there and whether there was any way out. Monica, with all her strength, moved to sit between John�s legs.
�What are you doing?� John was surprised when he felt her sit with her back resting on his chest.
�Put your arms around me. We can share our body heat.� It was practical but John felt uncomfortable being so intimately close to his partner. For so long he had resisted the urges to go that next step and ask her on a date let alone touching and snuggling.
�Okay,� he reminded himself of his FBI Academy training. In a situation just as they were, cold, dark and injured, then two bodies conserving heat was all part of survival. She was warm and soft and sat perfectly in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.
�So what did the voices say?� Monica reminded as they shared more than just body warmth.
�The first few were saying �help me!� but after that it was difficult to make out.� John wasn�t sure where to place his hands. They had been around her waist but needed to move so rested just where his thigh met her hips.
�Were there any images with the voices? What did you see?� Monica�s hips wriggled a little for comfort but were stirring up other emotions that should have stayed in check.
�Monica, I don�t think we should be doing this, not here.� His low voice tickled her ear as he began to move her forward so he could try to stand. �Check my jacket pockets, will you?� He would suffer the pain if it were to take his mind off what he really wanted to do. Mentally shaking his head he still couldn�t believe he had those feelings when he and his partner were in such dire circumstances.
�John.� Her voice was impassioned but then dropped a tone understanding his discomfort. After ruffling around for perhaps a flashlight and cell phone she huffed and sighed. �I have this feeling that this is no accident.�
�You too!� He tried to stand, using the wall as a crutch, and eventually was at full height although it took a while to adjust to the altitude. �We�re here in our work clothes, we remember nothing of why or where. If we fell through something then surely we would be seeing more light from above. Usually I keep my cell phone and flashlight on me. Nothing!� He squinted to see up high just some long thin slivers of light. �Looks like a trap door or something. Hey!� he yelled with all his pain-ridden body could muster. �Hey you up there!�
�So you think this might be a cellar of someone�s home?� Monica�s hand touched the hem of his pants urging him to sit with her again until she gained the strength to stand and investigate.
�Argh!� John once again doubled over in pain and surprise.
�John!� Monica�s plea could be heard but it didn�t register as he once again experienced a flash of bright light. This time the man�s face was clearer but still unrecognizable. He could see some words being mouthed and could just make them out. �What is it?�
�I keep having these images. You�re not having them too?� He sat down next to his partner again heaving his shoulders as he calmed. �It�s a man�s face. He�s saying something.� He mentioned the next words slowly. ��Enjoy the afterlife�. What is that supposed to mean?�
�The only feeling I get from this place is that we�re not here by accident.� Monica moved uncomfortably, her broken arm obviously giving her grief.
�Monica, I�m going to get you out of here! You need medical help.� Wincing with the sting emanating from his brow he tried to stand but was overcome with crushing nausea and fell heavily to the floor.
�John!� She reached over to him, grabbing his arm before he toppled to his side. �You�ve been badly hurt too. You should have said something.�
�It�s not that bad.� As John�s hand went to his head he found the bandaging material had been soaked through with fresh blood and needed changing. Feeling around for the remaining part of his shirt he found Monica handing it to him.
�John, you�re bleeding and need to go to hospital.� This time it was Monica who tried to stand. It was just her arm that was injured and although quite sore, was well cushioned by John�s handiwork with her makeshift sling. �You stay here and change your dressing, I�m going to see if there�s a way out of here.�
�Monica, be careful.� He knew he wouldn�t be able to stop her. It wasn�t her nature just to accept that there was nothing they could do. Neither was it his but his injury was indeed getting worse as the blood loss was affecting his stamina. �Keep talking to me.�
Moving ahead slowly in the diffused light her good arm lead the way. The earth was uneven under foot causing her to be more careful with her steps.
�There�s a wall here.� Her hands stroked over its surface. �It�s cold and damp.� Her right hand felt along about three meters of wall.
�Damp?� John had taken off his blood-laden bandage and was replacing it with the fresh. If help didn�t come soon then he would need to start using more of his clothing to stem the flow. The air was musty and becoming colder by the minute. They would need their clothing to be able to stay warm.
�I think we�re in some sort of well or cave.� Monica laid her flat palm on the surface. �And there�s a barely noticeable vibration coming from behind here.�
�Vibration?� John felt another wave of nausea and groaned more loudly than he meant, bringing his plight to his partner�s attention.
�John!� Monica made her way back to his side and lay her hand on his arm. Just that gesture stemmed the queasiness but still his head pounded, reminding him of the dire need to be medically treated. �You have to stay focussed John.� He could feel himself slumping against her. �You mustn�t fall asleep!�
�I�ll just lie down a moment.� The sickness had left him but the need to sleep was quietly descending upon him. He knew deep down that he needed to stay alert but his body told him it was a lost cause.
�No you won�t John!� Monica lifted tried to him back into sitting position. �You must stay awake.�
�I can�t.� He closed his eyes and let out a final gasp.
It was then that he felt something take hold of him and a warm wetness on his lips.
�Sorry John, for what I�m about to do.� Monica�s voice rang sweetly in his ears. Then he felt the softness again and knew she was kissing him.
Her lips kissed his mouth gently as her body sidled near his. It had the desired effect. The tingling sensation of arousal grew with each tender gesture until he was responding with equal pressure.
�You don�t have�..,� He was going to say that she didn�t have to continue, that he was awake, but the feeling was far too exciting. Even in their dark, dire surrounds there was something about her proximity that made him want to go further. It was like some sort of external unknown force was granting him renewed energy.
The pain had gone. His drowsiness had left. There was just a growing need for the woman who was becoming more alluring by the second. He found his arms move around her body, inviting her to continue to lavish his lips.
Between them there was untold permission as the kiss made them forget about the situation and how out of place romance was in the circumstances. It all seemed so natural as though they had been out to dinner and both gone back to his place for a night of shared carnal pleasures. When she straddled his hips and began moving gently against him he knew that she was just as aroused as he.
�Awake yet?� The smile on his lips told a thousand words.
�Not quite,� he lied, desperately wanting her to go further. There was more to the affection than just lust. It was almost like they knew that there was a chance they wouldn�t come out alive. If they were not to survive then by making love, an act they had both wanted but circumstances had prevented, then they would at least have one final pleasure on this earth.
�Do you really want this?� Monica must have felt she needed to make sure John was indeed coherent, that he wouldn�t regret his actions if they were to survive.
�Yes.� It came out as a gasp as he felt her hands on his belt buckle. He let her take the lead as he absorbed the pleasure that her touch bestowed on his body. With each pull and tug on his pants his physical gratification grew until he found himself needing to be free of their restraints.
�Here, sit on this.� It must have been John�s jacket that Monica placed underneath his then bareness but in the whirr of the moment nothing else mattered but their physical and emotional union.
The bliss he felt as her hand skimmed over his stiffness was compounded by the years deprived of sex. Was it all really just a dream? Moments ago he had been bleeding, cold and in pain. At that time he was being heavenly caressed by a sure female hand. Something seemed different, as though there was perhaps an external force willing the union to occur.
�Oh Monica.� The words were hardly worth saying but the emotion emanating from them urged her to go that next step. As she removed her clothing from the waist down the sudden loss of body contact was tolerated by the thought of what was to come.
She kissed him deeply again first and then let her body sink down onto his.
It was torturously slow but every movement was divine. Her good hand rested on his shoulder for support as her hips took in his whole length. A hundred unintelligible things rushed through his mind as they made love for the first time. It was as though outside forces were influencing him, guiding his carnal movements. It had been so unexpected that he had to try and shake his head free of the clutter just to believe it was happening to him.
�Oh, oh!� Monica called as his hips also met hers, thrusting more deeply than imaginable. With his fingers digging into her bare hips he steadied her knowing that she would be in pain from the movement. However, like him, her pain receptors were probably also turned off in favor of her pleasure center.
Even though it was very dark he could almost see her glowing as she huffed her pleasure on his body. Was it imagination or reality? Monica herself had talked to him about people�s auras and how they changed depending on the mood. Was this an example of Monica�s aura?
John growled as the pressure was multiplying. Layers of bliss waved over his body with each delightful thrust. She felt so hot, wet and sexy that containing himself until she was ready was becoming harder by the second.
Her hair flopped on his face as her hips moved faster above him. He matched her progress with a swiftness of his own. The energy within was rumbling, brimming at the surface like an imminent lava flow. The ground around them trembled, the earth vibrated, the sound was becoming louder as Monica let out a cry of pure pleasure and dug fingernails into his shoulder.
The whole scenario was surreal. The damp darkness and everything quiet except for the sounds of two sexually active bodies and the quiet rumble in the distance that John began to sense as he expelled his love. As he came a thousand images and voices flashed through his subconscious multiplying the intensity of the occurrence. The ground truly rocked between them.
He could hear myriad voices giving thanks. It must have been a dream!
Then there was a lone, urgent voice.
�Hurry.�
�What did you say Monica?� He snapped out of his trance to see what looked like his partner quickly pulling up her pants as best she could with one hand. At that instant he knew he had to do the same. The rumbling earth hadn�t been his imagination after all.
�Hear that?� Monica directly questioned.
As the sound became louder still, John was simultaneously standing and pulling up his own pants.
There was no time for the belt when suddenly there was a deafening noise and then chaos all around them.
The water seemed to come upon them like a tidal wave, swirling around them, lifting them then just as suddenly making them bob under water.
�Monica!� John desperately called as his hands went to find her amongst the cold, agitated wetness. There was nothing, only himself trying desperately to take in air when he could. Higher and higher he rose as the water lifted him upward.
Did he hear her call? There were voices again. Not just one but many, influencing him to stay positive and not to panic. Where did they come from? Was it all him? He�d heard stories that the human brain was more mysterious than he had ever imagined. What he didn�t know was that he would ever experience the mystery first hand.
John knew that anyone in his situation would probably panic but the voices were making him see reason. Gulping for air just before he was once again pulled under water, he looked up to see those slits of light getting nearer. The little say he had on where the troubled water took him he directed towards that sign of freedom and survival.
Deep in his heart he trusted that Monica would do the same. As much as he wanted to protect her and he would give his life for her, it could mean demise for them both.
With each upward movement John tried to reach the light. Air was fast running out as the water was filling the whole enclosure. With a boost of energy he decided to lunge himself at what seemed the only passage of escape.
Feeling something hard hit his hand it then slammed into his head and all went into peaceful silence.
*****
There he was again, that half way state between sleep and wakefulness. It was peaceful this time, far more so than the last.
�John?� The voice was hers but he didn�t know if it was real, not yet.
Surrounding him were puffs of white clouds. He was not afraid. It was as though the whole situation was natural. As he turned he heard voices and then saw them. There must have been at least one hundred beings of all ages but there was something different. They were transparent as though ghosts.
John smiled. He knew why he was there.
�Thank you.� They kept mouthing over and over.
John smiled again and slowly nodded. When he raised his hand to wave that was when one by one they started rising higher and higher into the heavens.
His hand stayed raised as he watched them spiral into the night sky. As they rose they became bright light, slowly swirling and merging until they were one big starlike mass.
John kept watching in awe as the star began spinning faster and faster until it was hurled into the galaxy like fireworks and then was gone.
�John, please.� Her hand was holding his as his eyelids fluttered open. He knew he was smiling.
�Where?� Was all he could manage to say, the dry throat causing some irritation. Monica gave an audible sigh of relief.
�Here have some of this.� There was a straw to his lips and then he tasted the refreshing cool water. �John, we�re in the hospital. I was worried about you.�
Had it all been an hallucination? His head hurt like hell. Maybe it was all because of concussion. He looked to Monica for the proof he needed.
�How�s the arm?�
�Doctor said it�ll be about six weeks in plaster.� Monica squeezed his hand. �For you it�ll be a little longer. You had a nasty cut. It took six stitches.�
John�s hand found its way to the bandage over his left temple and winced at the throbbing pain.
�How long?� John couldn�t manage much more brainpower to add any more words.
�You�ve been out of it for two days.� Her fingers brushed along his forearm. �John I couldn�t lose you. Please don�t do this again.� She laughed a nervous chuckle.
�I knew I had to come back for you.� He grinned.
�Come back?� Monica questioned.
�Never mind, let�s leave it for later.� It wasn�t the right time to tell Monica about his revelation. He still didn�t know how he and his partner came to be there in that underground cavern but he did know why. They wanted him to stay awake to save them. Did they also have similar influence over Monica? She hadn�t seen the visions he had. Perhaps his concussion opened his mind to their pleas for freedom.
�Want to know what happened?� Monica asked as John looked over to the door to see Scully looking in peacefully from the other side.
�Dana found us?� John looked back to his partner ready to listen to the details.
�Apparently we were on a case of some mysterious disappearances. You know the type when according to their friends someone is there one moment and gone the next?� The fingers were randomly stroking his forearm. Did she know what reaction she was inducing? The apparitions weren�t there that time to influence his reactions.
�Go on.� John meant it in two ways.
�Turns out that the perp is a James Francis Wellington. He�s being interrogated by the FBI as we speak. They are still checking out that cave and have found over fifty sets of human bones. There may be many more than that but they could have been washed out to sea, investigators believe.� That hand went to his hip and began caressing along his thigh. If she continued with her torment much longer he would have to say something before the physical evidence was apparent.
�Washed out to sea?� John tried to breathe regularly.
�Mr. Wellington threw his victims down into the cavern and had the perverse pleasure of hearing them shout to be let out. They would have either died after the impact of the fall or have been drowned by the tidal sea waters.� The hand was on his knee and making its way up when John let out an audible gulp. �You okay?�
Monica smiled as she saw him shifting position onto his side to hide the certain condition he was in.
�So we were luckier than the others.� John tried to carry on the conversation.
�We certainly were.� There was a twinkle in her eye that John took as remembering what they had done just before the waters took them.
�So we �.?� John let Monica finish the remark.
�Don�t tell me you�ve forgotten.� For a moment Monica must have thought that amnesia had set in again, the amnesia that came along with the killer hypnotizing his victims so they wouldn�t remember how they got to be in the cave, but then smiled along with his grin.
�Maybe,� he teased. �Perhaps you need to remind me.�
�With pleasure,� Monica once again linked fingers with his. �But not until the doctor gives you a clean bill of health.�
�What does the doctor know about how able I am to make love with you?� It was John�s turn to use his hand on Monica�s thigh.
�John, Dana might see.� She brushed his hand away and looked over her shoulder to the empty doorway. Seeing that they weren�t being watched she bent down to give him a kiss on the lips, which he readily returned. �Later, when it�s dark.�
�Later then,� he grinned and closed his eyes, enjoying the company of his newfound love.
The End