Stone Cold 2: Revenge
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files or the main characters, and am only borrowing them for my personal hobbies/obsessions.
A/N: I'm back! This is the sequel to Stone Cold, so if you haven't read that one yet, you will be slightly confused. I wasn't originally planning on writing a second part or even continuing the story, but a lot of people were begging me to do so. The length will probably be a bit longer. So I hope you all will like it as much as the first part, because I didn't think I could pull off a sequel, but I did it! The plot is actually quite different from the first part (parts were chosen by some readers), and everything just kind of ran off and did its own thing half way through (haha). I had major writers block for a month, but finally found my inspiration, thanks to "feelserotic" aka Irina! She is my number one fan/twin and this is dedicated to her! :) Coast Off by Helios was on repeat for this one.
Warning: Viewer discretion is advised for some language, romantic sexual content, and brief physical torture. It's not super graphic, but the plot is slightly more intense than the first story, and there is a lot more going on. No perversion is intended, and these stories are not expected to be seen as such a thing. *I was actually watching a supposed real life thing on TV a month ago, and apparently things like this do happen to people sometimes? *
P.S. The first story was about healing, and this second story is about the power of love…and overcoming obstacles in order to survive.
Summary: Just six months after Scully's rape, Mulder and Scully are forced to deal with another more dangerous evil…Robert Fuller's twin brother. Can their devotion to one another save them?
Talking like we used to do
It was always me and you
Shaping up and shipping out
Check me in and check me out
Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
You're the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I'm hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
-Vance Joy
Prologue
A man in a dark blue hoody watched the petite redheaded beauty and the tall dark and handsome man enter the apartment building with their groceries. This had to be the place. These had to be the people. That bitch shot his brother. And he would make her pay. Robert Fuller may be dead…but he would forever be a part of Rex Fuller.
XxXxX
"Muuulder. You sneak!" Scully squeaked, pulling out a Playboy magazine from a brown paper bag.
Mulder's eyes widened as he reached over the table and snatched the magazine from Scully's hand. "That-is not mine." He cleared his throat.
Scully placed her hands on her hips, eyeing Mulder. "Oh? Sooo it just fell into the bag accidently?"
"No. It's a birthday present." Mulder scratched his head.
"Mulder-"Scully could barely hide the amusement on her face. "What gives?"
"It's for Phil. It's an inside joke, alright?" Mulder walked past Scully and lightly swatted her on the butt with the rolled up magazine.
Scully smirked, unloading the rest of the groceries from the bags. "Phil Connors? The 38-year-old virgin?"
Mulder came up behind Scully and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face in her hair. "Yes, that Phil."
Scully shook her head. "I don't get you guys."
"Hey, at least I didn't get him a stripper or a prostitute." Mulder released Scully, smirking.
"Please don't tell me someone else actually-"
"Joe did." Mulder chuckled.
"Oh my god! Seriously?" Scully giggled.
Mulder opened the fridge and placed a pack of strawberries on the middle shelf. "Yep. I was going to give him my-"Mulder paused, clearing his throat.
Scully turned to face Mulder, crossing her arms. "Your what Mulder? Your secret tape collection that 'isn't yours'?"
Mulder laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"But you don't even have those tapes anymore, anyways." Scully grinned.
Mulder eyed Scully intensely. "And how do you know that?"
Scully walked up to Mulder and shoved a bag of mixed vegetables at him. "Because you gave those to Joe six months ago, so that you could rent out his family's restaurant for the evening when we had our first date."
Oh shit. Busted.
Mulder opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking. "Woman, how did you find that out?"
"People talk." Scully smiled devilishly before walking out of the kitchen.
Mulder stood there for a moment, still holding the bag of vegetables. "And you call me sneaky?" He shouted into the next room, grinning.
XxXxX
The Next Day
Scully didn't want to tell Mulder that she had been having nightmares of Robert Fuller the past three nights. She knew he'd worry and then he would treat her differently. She didn't want the sympathy. Which is why her therapist, Doctor Laura Wilson, recommended Scully start writing in a journal. And it seemed to help Scully, a lot. She was able to easily write down her thoughts and feelings onto paper, and it saved her another uncomfortable talk with not only her therapist, but also Mulder.
So far, Scully only had three entries, but she knew that soon the book would be filled with them. It wasn't exactly something that she thought she'd pick up so easily, considering she kept a lot of her emotions and thoughts inside a lot of the time. Which was something that she and Mulder had sort of been having problems with lately. Scully just wanted to show Mulder how she felt through her actions, and Mulder wanted her to show him how she felt through her words as well. It was still hard for her to open up to Mulder, even after 6 months. And these sudden nightmares that had vanished 4 months ago were now back.
"Scully? You ready to head home?" Mulder's voice jolted Scully out of her daydream.
"Uh, yeah." Scully pulled herself off the desk that she had been sitting on.
"You okay?" Mulder asked, hooking his finger under Scully's chin.
"Yes-I'm fine. Just a little tired." Scully smiled thinly.
Mulder handed Scully her jacket and nodded. "Me too. I'll tell you what, we'll order take out tonight and take it easy this weekend. Maybe stay in and watch a movie?"
"Sounds great." Scully hooked her arm under Mulder's.
They both walked out of the building together, just as rain began to pour heavily on them.
"Oh no!" Mulder wrapped his arm around Scully, as they both ran to the car.
"Hurry Mulder, unlock the door. I'm getting soaked!" Scully squealed, shielding her head with her jacket.
Mulder opened his door and flipped the "unlock" switch to Scully's side.
"Wait, shit." Scully groaned, as Mulder plopped down into his seat and shut the car door.
"What?" Mulder asked, looking over at Scully, who was only half in the car.
"I forgot the files in the office." Scully sighed heavily, dangling one leg out of the vehicle.
Mulder pulled Scully back down into her seat. "I'll go get them. I'll be right back."
"Mulder, you don't have-"
But before Scully could even finish her sentence, Mulder had already shut the door and was running back into the building. Scully sighed, closing her door. But after a moment, she couldn't help but smile at Mulder's generosity.
Mulder quickly made his way back down to the basement office and skimmed through all of the unorganized papers on his desk. He knew Scully had probably already thrown an inward fit over how messy their office had become the past few weeks. And he only wished she would at least voice her frustrations with him like she used to. Lately, Scully just kept everything inside. Most of the time, it was really hard for Mulder to figure out what Scully was thinking and feeling, except when they were making love. Which they hadn't actually done in about two weeks, unfortunately.
"Ah, found it." Mulder whispered to himself, as he held up a light blue folder.
Mulder was just about to leave the office again when a small dark leather book slipped out of the folder and onto the floor at his feet. Mulder crinkled his forehead as he bent down to retrieve the little brown book. He briefly opened it as he stood back up, quickly realizing the pages consisted of Scully's handwriting. At first, he thought it was an address book, until he noticed there were only three pages filled and dated. Mulder briefly skimmed the first few sentences, but stopped when he realized it was Scully's diary. *Wait. Scully has a diary? Since when? *
Mulder was just about to close the book and stuff it back into the folder when one sentence caught his eye. And the next thing he knew, he was reading all three pages.
My therapist thought it would do me some good to start writing in a journal. So, here it goes. I had the dream again last night. I was doing so well the past 4 months, until three nights ago. The nightmares are different this time though. All I see is Robert Fuller's face, laughing at me. But the strange thing is that Mulder is there too. He was never in my nightmares until now. Mulder is there, and he's begging Robert to leave me alone, as a knife is being held to my throat.
I can't tell Mulder about my nightmares, because I don't want him to worry about me anymore. I know he's frustrated with me lately, because I stopped talking to him about certain things. I know that's why we haven't made love in almost two weeks. He's upset with me because he thinks I only show him how I feel through my actions. And maybe he's right. But I hate the way he looks at me when I open up to him about it, like I'm a child. I don't want him to look at me like that. I just want things to go back to normal. And I feel like everything is backwards right now. I'm the one keeping my emotions inside, and Mulder's the one refraining from sex.
Anyways, I feel like I'm going crazy. I saw a man at the grocery store yesterday that looked just like Robert Fuller. I hate even writing down the creep's name. I know he's dead, because I'm the one that killed him. So I don't know why it scared me so bad when I walked past that stranger. I could have sworn that he even looked at me, like he knew me. I also stopped my anxiety meds last month. Mulder doesn't know yet, but I felt like it was time.
Mulder closed his eyes and sighed. *Dammit Scully* He closed the book and stuffed it back into the folder. A part of him felt guilty for reading Scully's diary, but most of him just felt concerned and frustrated. He knew something was up with Scully. And he knew that she wasn't telling him everything. They lived together now, they shared a bed every single night, and Scully was still acting like they had just met. Mulder knew that he was pulling away physically, yes. But that was only because he felt like Scully was pulling away emotionally. They needed to talk about this. He needed to confront her about this before everything got much worse between them.
Scully sighed in relief as Mulder opened the car door and plopped down into his seat. "What took you so long?" Scully looked over at Mulder, who was just sitting there staring straight ahead.
"Mulder?" Scully eyed Mulder in confusion.
Mulder sighed and slowly handed Scully the blue folder. "I-I read your journal." Mulder confessed, avoiding eye contact.
Scully closed her eyes for a moment as she felt her chest tighten. "You—what?" She replied calmly.
"I'm sorry." Mulder turned his head towards Scully and slowly met her gaze.
Scully pursed her lips as she felt her cheeks flush. "Why?" She whispered, looking away.
"It fell out of the folder as I was leaving. I didn't know it was your diary. It—it only had three pages filled, and at first I thought it was an address book. But I kept reading after a few sentences. I know it's private, but I'm kind of glad that I did." Mulder explained.
"Mulder— "Scully's voice trailed off, as she struggled for the right words.
"Why didn't you tell me, Scully? Why won't you talk to me?" Mulder's voice was full of hurt and confusion.
Scully crossed her arms and looked out the window. "I don't know." She sighed.
"Am I really that hard to talk to? Do I really treat you like a -like a child?" Mulder's voice softened to almost a whisper at the last part.
Scully turned her head back towards Mulder, her eyes unreadable. "Sometimes, yes. You still treat me like I'm fragile. I may have pushed you away emotionally, but you pushed me away physically, Mulder. It goes both ways." Scully's eyes softened.
Mulder bit his lip and nodded. "I see."
Scully shifted in her seat uncomfortably, as they both sat in silence for a moment. Eventually Mulder started up the car and began to drive home, as neither one of them spoke up the whole way there.
When they reached the apartment complex, Mulder turned off the car and they both sat there listening to the rain hitting the hood.
After a long moment in silence, Mulder spoke up first. "Are we going to be okay, Scully?"
Scully blinked a few times before responding. "I hope so."
Mulder nodded and got out of the car, as Scully followed him. But once they reached the building entrance, they just stood there in the rain, not caring that they were soaked to the bone now.
"I was going to tell you…eventually." Scully blurted out.
Mulder looked down at Scully, as the heavy rain blurred his vision. "Were you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Scully pushed back the wet hair from her face.
"What do you think it means?" Mulder's tone was slightly accusatory.
Scully placed her hands on her hips angrily. "How can I even trust you, considering you read my private journal, Mulder?"
"How can you even write those things, thinking you can't trust me, Scully? It goes both ways." Mulder shot back, quoting Scully's previous words to him from their work parking lot.
"You are unbelievable!" Scully huffed, throwing her hands up in the air and walking into the building.
Mulder followed behind Scully, breathing heavily, as droplets of rain dripped off of him with every step that he took.
"I'm unbelievable?!" Mulder growled.
"Your thought process is so twisted Mulder!" Scully was now exasperated.
"Don't you dare pin this all on me Scully!" Mulder hovered over Scully with every stride.
"This conversation is officially over." Scully unlocked the apartment door and swung it open.
"Oh yes, of course. Shut me out again, Dana. That solves everything." Mulder slammed the door shut behind him.
"I'm going to bed." Scully glared at Mulder and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door as well.
"Dammit!" Mulder kicked off his shoes and plopped down onto the couch.
"Get off that damn couch with your wet clothes!" Scully's muffled voice came from the bathroom.
Mulder glared at the bathroom door and purposely wrung out his jacket over the couch before standing back up.
*Shit. That's where I'll be sleeping tonight * Mulder inwardly kicked himself…hard.
A/N: I'm posting the first four chapters all at once, and then will continue writing more daily.