Title: In the Dark of Night
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: susanf@ticnet.com
Classification: VA
Spoilers: this story takes place in season eight,
but in this world, "This is Not Happening" never
happened
Rating: possibly R for disturbing images
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.

Summary: In the darkness of night, things may
not be as they appear to be...
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In the Dark of Night
by Susan Frankovich
~~~~~~

He never made me feel like this before.

His hands, skillfully working their way down the
length of my body, were almost electric in their
touch.

And his mouth, his mouth was doing things to me
it had never done before.

He had been gone for three months, three long and
lonely months, and now...now he was back.

And he was in my bed.

Wrapping my arms around him, I raised my hips and
ran my fingernails along his lower back, then slowly
dragged them up along his spine.

"That feels so good," he mumbled in between kisses
to my collarbone and the hollow of my neck.

"I missed you so much, Mulder," I whispered, arching
my back so I could get even closer to him.

"So you like this, huh?" he asked, his hand trickling
down between my breasts, then stopping when he got to
my stomach.

"Yes..." I replied breathlessly.

Pressing down on my slightly rounded belly harder
than I expected, he said,  "This feels good too."

"Mulder, what are you doing?!" I cried out as he
suddenly pushed his hand even deeper into my flesh.

"I'm taking what's mine," he replied, pressing down
so hard on my stomach I felt like I was going to
pass out from the pain.

"You're hurting me, Mulder!  Stop it!"  I screamed
as I struggled to sit up, but he quickly pinned me
down on the bed, squeezing my arms so tightly I
thought he was going to break them.  "Just give me
what I want," he said in a low controlled voice.

Trying to withstand the sharp pains that were now
shooting through my abdomen, I closed my eyes and
gripped the sheet beneath me. "Please...don't hurt
my baby," I whispered as I opened them and looked
up into his cold, dark eyes.

But it wasn't Mulder's eyes I was looking into
anymore.

It was the bounty hunter's.

~~~

"Scully....Scully.....wake up.....come on, wake
up," I heard someone say.

"Huh....wha....what's goin' on, Mulder?" I asked,
my body instantly bolting upright in the bed.

"You were having a bad dream," he said, wrapping
his arms around me.

"Is it really you, Mulder?"

"Of course, it's me," he answered, breaking our
embrace, then cupping his hands around my cheeks.
"Who else would it be?"

"You were trying to take my baby away...you were
hurting me....but then it wasn't you. It was him..."
I said, my breath catching in my throat.

"Who, Scully?  Who are you talking about?" he asked,
his voice rising with concern.

"The bounty hunter, the man who can change faces.
He wanted to take my baby, and I tried to stop him.
I tried, Mulder, but he was so strong," I sobbed,
burying my head into his chest and wrapping my arms
around him as tightly as I could.

He kissed the top of my head, then began to stroke
my hair. "It's okay.  It was just a dream. No one's
going to hurt you.  No one's going to hurt our baby."

"It all seemed so real."

"Shhhh...just relax, Scully.  Now close your eyes
and let me take care of you," he said reassuringly.

Feeling completely safe in his comforting arms, I
slowly began to relax, letting the sound of his soft
voice and the gentle touch of his hand lull me back
to sleep.  "I'm so glad you're home, Mulder," I said
drowsily.

"So am I, Scully," he whispered, looking over at the
edge of the stiletto he had hidden under her pillow
earlier. "So am I..."


~end~

*Yikes!  Did I just write that???  I can't believe
something so dark and wicked came out of me. If you
were as shocked by this story as I was, drop me a
line at susanf@ticnet.com

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