Title: Blessed Union of Souls II: Deep Water 00/17
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Category: SRA
Rating: R for language, adult situations
Spoilers: Through Season Six
Keywords: M/S UST, S/Other Romance
Summary: Sequel to "Not the Doctor." Their partnership on shaky ground, Mulder
and Scully are called in to investigate the mysterious death of two teenagers in
a Hawaiian cave. While exploring the crime scene and its vicinity, they are
trapped by a cave-in. Will they be able to find their way out--without killing
each other first?
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and all other characters
associated with the series are the property of Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and the Fox Network. Characters are used without permission and no
profit is being made.
Author's Notes: I'd like to dedicate this story to Mirage. As far as I'm
concerned, without her, there would be no "Deep Water." She's been with me since
the inception of this plotline, which began several years ago with "Not the
Doctor," and which will now, I hope, pick up steam and continue in a number of
additional stories. Mirage was instrumental in the design of this story, and
contributed much in the way of background research, character design, plot, and
dialogue. (Though any errors within are strictly my own.) As with my previous
fanfic efforts, she continues to be a terrific editor, a valued sounding board,
a great friend, and was a source of inspiration when I faced what appeared to be
an insurmountable brick wall during the writing of this story. Thanks Mirage! I
couldn't have done this without you!
Thank you to Kelley for beta-reading this story. She has offered so many
thoughtful comments and wonderful suggestions that have helped me to fine-tune
many aspects of the story--ideas that I feel have enabled me to improve the fic
immensely. She has also offered tremendous insight not only into many of the
nuances of the craft of writing, but also into the minds and motivations of
these characters we have all come to love. Thank you, Kel!
Special thanks to my roomie, Erika, for enduring my seemingly endless need to
discuss certain medical conditions and procedures that are depicted in the
story--not to mention putting up with me during this revision process. She also
suggested the addition of a scene to the epilogue that I hope helps to provide a
bit more closure than as originally written.
I've taken some liberties with regards to Hawaiian geography, religion,
folklore, etc., so please keep in mind that some details may not be completely
accurate. No disrespect is intended. Likewise, I did my best to research the
hiking/climbing equipment, but some poetic license has been taken in the
interest of the story.
"Deep Water" is a Jewel song, and can be found on her second CD, "Spirit."
Complete lyrics can be found at the end of the story. If you haven't checked out
Jewel's album, I highly recommend it. The moment I heard the song, I knew I had
found the title for this story.
As originally conceived, "Deep Water" was going to be the flip side of "Not the
Doctor": heavy on MulderAngst, with the story told primarily through his point
of view. While writing it, however, I found that my natural proclivity is to get
into Scully's head. So you may notice that the story gradually shifts toward
Scully's viewpoint. Guess I'm just a Scullyist at heart. Mulder fans, don't
fear. I *will* give the MulderAngst a try in an upcoming part.
Now that I've finally named this series, I'm revising the name of my previous
story to "Blessed Union of Souls I: Not the Doctor." As I've alluded to, "Not
the Doctor" and "Deep Water" are merely the set-up for a much more extensive
storyline. I consider the writing of "Deep Water" to be the major hurdle in the
progression of the plotline. With its completion, and the introduction of a
character who will play a major role in the story I'm trying to tell, I am
hopeful that it will be clear sailing from here on out. Most of the later parts
are drafted in one form or another, and I hope to get them polished and posted
soon. Needless to say, any encouragement is greatly appreciated!
All comments and criticism are welcome at somogyi02@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear
what you think!
*****
Title: Blessed Union of Souls II: Deep Water 01/17
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Category: SRA
Rating: R for language, adult situations
Spoilers: Through Season Six
Keywords: M/S UST, S/Other Romance
Summary: Sequel to "Not the Doctor." Their partnership on shaky ground, Mulder
and Scully are called in to investigate the mysterious death of two teenagers in
a Hawaiian cave. While exploring the crime scene and its vicinity, they are
trapped by a cave-in. Will they be able to find their way out--without killing
each other first?
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and all other characters
associated with the series are the property of Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and the Fox Network. Characters are used without permission and no
profit is being made.
*****
Blessed Union of Souls II: Deep Water
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
Chapter 1
When you're standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
Well it's these little times that help to remind
It's nothing without love
"Penny for your thoughts, Agent Scully."
Fox Mulder smirked. Though he was sure his partner would much rather be left
alone with her thoughts, it seemed their guide had other ideas. Ever since they
had rendezvoused with Uncle Stu (Of Uncle Stu's Famous Hawaiian Tours), a
veteran guide who made a living taking tourists through the local caves, the
older man had barely given her a moment's peace. It seemed Stu could barely take
his eyes off of her--much to Scully's dismay. Normally, Mulder might intervene
by making some sort of manly or partnerly gesture meant to intimidate in order
to get the man to back off a bit. But considering the fact that Scully would
probably be more likely to poke her own eye out with a white hot nail than ask
him for help right now, he decided to stay silent. Besides, it was kind of fun
to watch her squirm.
Mulder raised the beam of his halogen flashlight a few inches and watched as
Scully stiffened almost imperceptibly at Stu's words. She barely lost a beat,
however, and continued to follow the guide along the narrow path in the cave.
"Actually, Stu, I was just wondering why we're here," she told him.
Mulder bit back a bitter laugh. How many times had he heard her ask that same
question? How many investigations had they conducted which his partner found
unwarranted? How many cases did she think were a waste of her time and her
talents? How many murders, or kidnappings, or other violent acts apparently the
result of unexplained phenomena did she feel were better left to local
authorities?
One would think that having your judgment questioned, your theories opposed,
your very life's work challenged day after day would begin to grate. Quite the
contrary in his case. Mulder did not mind having to work a little harder, to go
the extra mile to convince his partner and her there-must-be-a-logical-
scientific-explanation-for-this mind that his ideas not only had clout but were
more often than not the correct solution. It made the work more respectable. It
kept his mind sharp and honed. Her skepticism balanced out their partnership.
After over six years of working together, Mulder no longer reacted to such
blatant incredulity. Just as his gallows humor or sardonic wit or even the
occasional innuendo no longer got a rise out of her--(oh, how he had made her
blush during their first few months together!)--so too had he become accustomed
to her disbelief.
Only now, during a trying time in their partnership when they were on very shaky
ground--both literally and figuratively he recognized, especially in light of
Uncle Stu's warning that these caves were prone to falling rock--the fact that
she had fallen back into old patterns gave him hope. Though she had not actually
addressed him, he knew that her query had been posited with him in mind. And,
truth to tell, this was probably the least caustic remark she had uttered in his
direction since they arrived in Hawaii early that morning.
For his part, Uncle Stu seemed to be enjoying the interaction--or rather, the
lack thereof--between the two partners. This was likely the most excitement he
had seen in a long time.
"That's a good question, Agent Scully, ma'am," Stu replied. "Me, I'm here 'cause
Detective Agbayani said two Feds needed a personalized guided tour of these here
caves. 'Stu,' he says, 'I know you've been doing this for over twenty-five
years. You're the best man for the job,' he tells me. When I asked him why you
two needed to see the caves, he didn't tell memuch, other'n 'It's official
business.' Me, I just assume it's got to do with th e death of those two kids
the other day. Ain't that right, doll?"
"Perhaps we should ask Agent Mulder," Scully suggested neutrally.
Stu shook his head. These two sure had a strange working relationship. "So,
Agent Mulder," he called over his shoulder, "what brings you and your lovely
partner to these here parts? You're sure a long ways from Dee Cee."
"As Agent Scully will surely recall," Mulder began, "we're here on the lovely
island of Niihau at the request of our boss, Assistant Director Skinner. I don't
know about you, Stu, but it's not every day that I get recalled early from an
enforced medical leave and told to pack my bags and get my ass to the airport--
in middle of the night, no less. I mean, I know I've developed quite the
reputation, but to have an insanely wealthy business tycoon contact my boss to
personally request me to investigate the death of his son and said son's
paramour? I must finally be making my way in this world."
Scully's fingers clenched into fists at her sides. And her narcissistic partner
wondered why she was not speaking to him? Was she not also awakened in the dead
of night by a very irate Walter Skinner, pulled off of her temporary
reassignment, and ordered to meet Mulder at the airport? Of course, in his mind,
the universe was Mulder-centric, and since everything revolved around him, there
really was no reason he should even consider her feelings on the matter. No need
to include her in the equation at all, apparently.
"Stu," Scully replied, forcing her voice to remain calm, "could you please
remind Agent Mulder that Craig Robinson did not ask for *us* per se? He put in a
call to the Bureau requesting an official investigation into the death of his
son, Scott, and a native girl, Kilikina Ainalani. And because the manner of
death was a bit . . . unusual . . . our experience on the X-Files was the reason
our superiors recommended us as the most-qualified field agents to work on the
case."
Stu was about to speak, but Mulder beat him to it. "You'd think this guy
Robinson was running the Bureau the way they've got Skinner jumping through
hoops, eh Uncle Stu?"
"Money and power make the world go 'round," Scully remarked to no one in
particular. "So does owning your own island, apparently."
"The Robinson family's owned the island for several generations," Stu replied.
"'For decades, Niihau's people have managed to maintain a traditional lifestyle--
'specially since it's the oldest of the eight Hawaiian islands. There's only
one village on the Forbidden Island, with just over 200 people. The only real
industries are producing kiawe charcoal and shell leis. While the people are
content, Robinson ain't. He wants to cash in on the tourist factor, and build a
resort here. If he brought you two in, then he must be putting you up in one of
his hotels on the other islands. Nice digs, huh?"
"Sure as hell beats Motel 6," Mulder agreed. He paused a moment, thinking. "Now,
what was it Agent Scully wanted to know? Oh yes, I remember now: 'Why are we
here?'."
Scully gave an exasperated sigh. There was no mistaking the patronizing tone of
her partner's voice. "Stu, kindly inform Agent Mulder that I know perfectly well
*why* we've been assigned this case. What I was referring to is why are we here--"
she threw up her arms, gesturing toward the rocky den that surrounded them--
"in this cave?"
"The lovely Agent Scully wants to know why we're in this cave, Agent Mulder,"
Uncle Stu asked him.
Mulder opened his mouth, but Scully cut him off before he could reply.
"And make sure he doesn't give you a line about it being standard operating
procedure to observe the crime scene. We've been over the area several times
already. And now he's insisted that we have you take us through these
passageways. No offense," she added quickly.
"None taken," Stu assured her with a smile. "It's always a pleasure to be in the
company of such a charming and pretty li'l thing like you." He gave her an
exaggerated bow.
Scully sighed. And she thought Frohike was a real piece of work.
"Hold up a sec," Stu said abruptly with a raised hand as he halted their hike
and pulled out a compass.
"There are probably miles of underground tunnels here," Scully resumed. "All of
which are nowhere near where those kids died. Frankly, I don't understand what
Agent Mulder expects to find."
During her angry gesticulating, a wisp of hair had managed to escape from
beneath the hard hat she wore and had fallen over her eye. She swiped at it
angrily, tucking it behind her ear--and smearing some of the grime from her
hands onto her cheek in the process.
Mulder's first instinct was to wipe it away. But even as his hand began to move
toward her almost of its own accord, he held it in check at his side. The way
Scully felt about him right now, he would be lucky to get all his fingers back
if he allowed himself to get that close to her.
Though Scully's eyes wandered anywhere but in her partner's direction, Stu
looked at him expectantly. "Well? Care to enlighten us, Mister G-Man?"
"I'm looking for clues as to what killed those kids. Some unknown force
converted two human beings into a morass of mingled liquids, and yet still
managed to leave their backpacks, sitting only a few feet away, untouched.
Nothing I know of can do that. Nothing earthly, that is."
Scully rolled her eyes heavenward, well aware of the direction this conversation
was headed. "I examined the bodies myself," she said, looking at Stu, though her
statement was clearly directed at Mulder. "While it's true that all of the soft
tissues were melted from their bodies, I would hardly classify the cause of
death as something extraterrestrial. My guess would be that they were victims of
a well-concentrated concussive or explosive device. One capable of reaching
extremely high temperatures and thus liquefying their organs."
"But such a device would have taken out half the cave along with it--not to
mention the backpacks," Mulder pointed out. "The walls and the bags, however,
were undamaged."
"It's possible that a device could be created to have a very narrow range of
contact," Scully countered. "Agent Mulder should know as well as I that the
military is constantly creating all manner of technology. Perhaps it was an
incendiary device. Or maybe the device sprayed some kind of potent acid."
Stu was starting to get dizzy, the way he kept turning his head back and forth
between the two agents as each one looked only at him while they spoke. Now, he
finally had a moment to catch his breath as Mulder seemed to turn Scully's
proposition over in his mind. It was not long, however, before a small, knowing
smile curled the younger man's lips--much like that of a hunter who realizes he
is about to catch his prey.
"Ask her if there was any evidence of corrosion on the skeletons," Mulder told
Stu.
When he did, Scully hesitated. Then, she slowly shook her head. "No, but--"
"And ask her if she knows of any kind of acid that will eat through soft
tissues, but not bone or rock."
Her patience evidently at its threshold, Scully did not even wait for Stu pass
along the question.
"That doesn't mean that one doesn't exist. Like I said, *Stu*, the government is
conducting research into all manner of weapons. Including biological ones." She
looked at the guide, eyes narrowing. "But I'm sure I don't need to remind my
partner of that," she added, her gaze turning to ice.
Her last words gave Mulder pause. It was the closest she had come to making
reference to the Andraven case. And their subsequent falling out.
For the briefest of moments, as he glanced past Stu in her direction, he thought
he saw a look of pain cross her features, settling in her eyes. But just as
quickly, it was gone. Scully was too good at this, too accustomed to hiding her
emotions behind a mask of professional detachment.
So she wanted to play it this way, huh? Throw herself into the role of special
agent, of the forensic pathologist whose job it was to observe the situation,
gather facts, and solve the case? And to hell with him, or his feelings? To hell
with their partnership and nearly seven years of history?
Well, two could play at this game. She was not the only one who was good at
immersing herself in her work. He could throw himself into this investigation
just as well as she could--if not better. And even though deep down he wanted to
get their feelings out in the open, he knew there was no point in trying to get
through to her when she was in scientist mode. No, far better to focus on the
case, and bide his time for a more opportune moment to try to get her to open up
a bit.
At least they were still on speaking terms--if one could call their arguing over
the case through Uncle Stu speaking. And at least they were still working
together. So what if their renewed partnership had been due to an order from
above? They were still together. And that was what mattered. At least, that was
what he kept telling himself. Maybe he would manage to convince himself sometime
soon. . . .
"I don't think it was a biological weapon, Stu," Mulder said, taking the few
steps backwards that brought him to a cave wall.
Scully watched through the corner of her eye as Mulder crossed his arms and bent
one knee, leaning his back and the sole of his boot against the cool stone,
managing to look remarkably casual and at ease. Hell, with barely any dust on
his clothes, he looked like a goddamned L.L Bean model in his cotton Henley,
windbreaker, and jeans. She, on the other hand, felt hot and sweaty and filthy.
Her tee-shirt, moist with perspiration from the humidity in the caves, clung to
her back and chest beneath her own light jacket. There were smears of dust and
dirt on her jeans.
It reminded her of how she had felt a couple of weeks ago when she had burst
into a New York City Emergency Room, expecting to find her partner lying in a
hospital bed, gravely injured. She had worked her ass off non-stop for over
thirty-six straight hours to locate Mulder and clear his name--all the while
compromising her morals, disobeying direct orders, and risking her reputation,
her career, and her freedom. Given the extent of her efforts during that wild
goose chase, her disheveled appearance was really the last thing on her mind.
But when she had found Mulder, alive and well, chatting flirtatiously with a
winsome female detective, oblivious to the fact that his partner had been out of
her mind with worry for him, Scully soon felt incredibly self-conscious.
The humiliating pain of that memory served to stoke the intense fury she felt
toward Mulder. She pursed her lips, feeling her anger flare.
"If it was some sort of conventional device," Mulder continued to drone on,
"then why didn't we find any remnants of it?"
Stu automatically looked in Scully's direction.
"Perhaps whoever set the bomb returned after it detonated to remove any evidence
of it."
Stu nodded, considering it a valid point.
Mulder, however, was not so easily convinced. "That's an awful lot of trouble to
go to for two kids. Which brings me to another matter . . . who would want them
dead?"
"A man as rich and influential as Robinson is bound to have enemies," Scully
pointed out. "Wouldn't you agree, Stu?"
"A-yup. That's a roger, Agent Scully, ma'am. 'Specially 'round these here parts,
with some of the locals."
"At the same time, though, wouldn't you think that kidnapping would be more
profitable than murder, Stu?" Mulder suggested.
"He's got a good point, ma'am. Lotsa cash to be made from ransom."
"Perhaps the perpetrator was more interested in hurting Robinson than blackmail.
That is, if this was even intentional. Maybe Scott and Kilikina were just in the
wrong place at the wrong time."
"Bad luck?" Stu asked Mulder.
"Maybe. Or maybe not." Mulder obviously knew more than he was telling--or at
least, he *thought* he knew more.
Scully knew that tone of voice only too well. She arched an eyebrow almost
unconsciously. But for once she did not pose another question to Mulder via
their mediator.
Stu waited, looking from one partner to the next, but the expected query never
came. Ultimately, his own curiosity got the better of him. "I can almost see
those wheels turnin' in your head, sonny," he said to Mulder. "What sorta crazy
idea you got cookin' in that ole noggin'?"
"I think that whatever happened to those kids was deliberate," Mulder told him.
"But who would want to kill them? And why?"
"Robinson admitted to Agent Scully and me that he frowned upon Scott's
involvement with Kilikina. It sounds as though he didn't want his heir apparent
dating a native girl. Interviews with her family made it clear that they didn't
approve of the relationship either. I don't think the local populace in general
is too fond of the Robinson family."
"Wary is more like it. Strange happenings surround some of that family's
ancestors. As a matter of fact--"
Scully, fully aware of her partner's penchant for all things paranormal, as well
as their guide's ability to talk virtually non-stop since they set out on their
hike, knew that this discussion could well go on for hours if left unchecked.
Therefore, she decided to nip it in the bud before it even got started.
"I got the distinct impression that the locals are not too happy with Robinson's
proprietorship of the island," Scully said, attempting to steer the topic of
conversation back toward more pedestrian matters. "And it's no wonder with the
plans he has to bring a hotel and resort to the island. Despite the financial
benefits brought by tourists, it will disrupt the inhabitants' normal lifestyle.
Not to mention the fact that it will encroach on much of the native flora and
fauna. What good are profits if Robinson's family is the only one reaping the
benefits of it?"
"There certainly ain't no love lost between the locals and Robinson Resorts,"
Stu confirmed.
Smiling smugly, Scully showed off her best 'I-told-you-so' look.
"But since Scott's death, folks don't hate 'em so much as pity 'em," Stu
resumed, glancing down at his compass.
"Pity?" Scully asked, confused. "I don't understand."
"On account of the curse."
Scully's grin quickly faded.
Mulder, meanwhile, had suddenly perked up, and was moving toward their guide. "A
curse? What sort of curse?"
"Well, it's more like an angry spirit that lives in the cave," Uncle Stu
amended. "Now, if you two kids'll just stay put a minute, I need to make sure
the path up ahead is navigable. These caves've been having some unusual . . .
activity . . . lately. Be right back." Shining his flashlight toward a narrowing
in the tunnel, Stu began to walk away, leaving Scully standing there, open-
mouthed. "Oh, and play nice while I'm gone," he called over his shoulder before
disappearing into the darkness.
Blowing out a noisy breath, Scully slowly shook her head, and began to pace the
small chamber. "Great. Just great. Now, on top of everything else, I've got to
deal with a curse. As if this case couldn't get any worse. . . ."
This was the last place she wanted to be right now. It was bad enough that she
had to work with Mulder on this case, that she had to endure countless hours
hiking through these damned, dark dirty caves with him, but to be subjected to
superstitious nonsense? Was there no end to her torture?
Mulder had barely uttered two words to her since they had boarded a plane for
Hawaii, and yet he had still managed to get under her skin. One would think that
not seeing or speaking to him for two weeks would have tempered her anger a bit.
And yet, even after their forced separation, her animosity towards him was just
as strong as it had been the moment she had stormed out of his apartment after
their argument. Part of her had hoped that he would call her, or come to see
her, that he would make some sort of contact. That he would let her know that he
had been wrong for the way he had treated her. That he would promise to never
take her for granted again. That he could not imagine his life without her in
it. . . .
But who the hell was she kidding? Mulder did not even understand why it was she
had snapped at him, so why should he apologize? In his mind, *he* was the one
who had been wrongfully accused, and *she* was the one who owed him an apology.
Well, he could forget it. There was no way in hell that she was going to give in
this time. She had finally found the nerve to take a stand for the respect she
knew she deserved. Maybe if he came crawling back on his knees, begging and
pleading for forgiveness, she might consider it. Then again, this might very
well be their last case together.
Mulder watched as Scully furiously paced the small tunnel. Her barely-reigned-in
anger was a frightening sight to behold. He contemplated revealing some
additional information, but hesitated, not sure how Scully would respond to his
addressing her directly. He glanced toward where Stu had left, but it did not
look as though he would be returning for at least another few minutes. Mulder
wanted so much to try to open the lines of communication between them, to try to
get them talking and back on track. But a partnership--a friendship--took two
willing parties. He had never felt more alone.
End Chapter 1
*****
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Category: SRA
Rating: R for language, adult situations
Spoilers: Through Season Six
Keywords: M/S UST, S/Other Romance
Summary: Sequel to "Not the Doctor." Their partnership on shaky ground, Mulder
and Scully are called in to investigate the mysterious death of two teenagers in
a Hawaiian cave. While exploring the crime scene and its vicinity, they are
trapped by a cave-in. Will they be able to find their way out--without killing
each other first?
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and all other characters
associated with the series are the property of Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and the Fox Network. Characters are used without permission and no
profit is being made.
Author's Notes: I'd like to dedicate this story to Mirage. As far as I'm
concerned, without her, there would be no "Deep Water." She's been with me since
the inception of this plotline, which began several years ago with "Not the
Doctor," and which will now, I hope, pick up steam and continue in a number of
additional stories. Mirage was instrumental in the design of this story, and
contributed much in the way of background research, character design, plot, and
dialogue. (Though any errors within are strictly my own.) As with my previous
fanfic efforts, she continues to be a terrific editor, a valued sounding board,
a great friend, and was a source of inspiration when I faced what appeared to be
an insurmountable brick wall during the writing of this story. Thanks Mirage! I
couldn't have done this without you!
Thank you to Kelley for beta-reading this story. She has offered so many
thoughtful comments and wonderful suggestions that have helped me to fine-tune
many aspects of the story--ideas that I feel have enabled me to improve the fic
immensely. She has also offered tremendous insight not only into many of the
nuances of the craft of writing, but also into the minds and motivations of
these characters we have all come to love. Thank you, Kel!
Special thanks to my roomie, Erika, for enduring my seemingly endless need to
discuss certain medical conditions and procedures that are depicted in the
story--not to mention putting up with me during this revision process. She also
suggested the addition of a scene to the epilogue that I hope helps to provide a
bit more closure than as originally written.
I've taken some liberties with regards to Hawaiian geography, religion,
folklore, etc., so please keep in mind that some details may not be completely
accurate. No disrespect is intended. Likewise, I did my best to research the
hiking/climbing equipment, but some poetic license has been taken in the
interest of the story.
"Deep Water" is a Jewel song, and can be found on her second CD, "Spirit."
Complete lyrics can be found at the end of the story. If you haven't checked out
Jewel's album, I highly recommend it. The moment I heard the song, I knew I had
found the title for this story.
As originally conceived, "Deep Water" was going to be the flip side of "Not the
Doctor": heavy on MulderAngst, with the story told primarily through his point
of view. While writing it, however, I found that my natural proclivity is to get
into Scully's head. So you may notice that the story gradually shifts toward
Scully's viewpoint. Guess I'm just a Scullyist at heart. Mulder fans, don't
fear. I *will* give the MulderAngst a try in an upcoming part.
Now that I've finally named this series, I'm revising the name of my previous
story to "Blessed Union of Souls I: Not the Doctor." As I've alluded to, "Not
the Doctor" and "Deep Water" are merely the set-up for a much more extensive
storyline. I consider the writing of "Deep Water" to be the major hurdle in the
progression of the plotline. With its completion, and the introduction of a
character who will play a major role in the story I'm trying to tell, I am
hopeful that it will be clear sailing from here on out. Most of the later parts
are drafted in one form or another, and I hope to get them polished and posted
soon. Needless to say, any encouragement is greatly appreciated!
All comments and criticism are welcome at somogyi02@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear
what you think!
*****
Title: Blessed Union of Souls II: Deep Water 01/17
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Category: SRA
Rating: R for language, adult situations
Spoilers: Through Season Six
Keywords: M/S UST, S/Other Romance
Summary: Sequel to "Not the Doctor." Their partnership on shaky ground, Mulder
and Scully are called in to investigate the mysterious death of two teenagers in
a Hawaiian cave. While exploring the crime scene and its vicinity, they are
trapped by a cave-in. Will they be able to find their way out--without killing
each other first?
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and all other characters
associated with the series are the property of Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and the Fox Network. Characters are used without permission and no
profit is being made.
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Blessed Union of Souls II: Deep Water
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
Chapter 1
When you're standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
Well it's these little times that help to remind
It's nothing without love
"Penny for your thoughts, Agent Scully."
Fox Mulder smirked. Though he was sure his partner would much rather be left
alone with her thoughts, it seemed their guide had other ideas. Ever since they
had rendezvoused with Uncle Stu (Of Uncle Stu's Famous Hawaiian Tours), a
veteran guide who made a living taking tourists through the local caves, the
older man had barely given her a moment's peace. It seemed Stu could barely take
his eyes off of her--much to Scully's dismay. Normally, Mulder might intervene
by making some sort of manly or partnerly gesture meant to intimidate in order
to get the man to back off a bit. But considering the fact that Scully would
probably be more likely to poke her own eye out with a white hot nail than ask
him for help right now, he decided to stay silent. Besides, it was kind of fun
to watch her squirm.
Mulder raised the beam of his halogen flashlight a few inches and watched as
Scully stiffened almost imperceptibly at Stu's words. She barely lost a beat,
however, and continued to follow the guide along the narrow path in the cave.
"Actually, Stu, I was just wondering why we're here," she told him.
Mulder bit back a bitter laugh. How many times had he heard her ask that same
question? How many investigations had they conducted which his partner found
unwarranted? How many cases did she think were a waste of her time and her
talents? How many murders, or kidnappings, or other violent acts apparently the
result of unexplained phenomena did she feel were better left to local
authorities?
One would think that having your judgment questioned, your theories opposed,
your very life's work challenged day after day would begin to grate. Quite the
contrary in his case. Mulder did not mind having to work a little harder, to go
the extra mile to convince his partner and her there-must-be-a-logical-
scientific-explanation-for-this mind that his ideas not only had clout but were
more often than not the correct solution. It made the work more respectable. It
kept his mind sharp and honed. Her skepticism balanced out their partnership.
After over six years of working together, Mulder no longer reacted to such
blatant incredulity. Just as his gallows humor or sardonic wit or even the
occasional innuendo no longer got a rise out of her--(oh, how he had made her
blush during their first few months together!)--so too had he become accustomed
to her disbelief.
Only now, during a trying time in their partnership when they were on very shaky
ground--both literally and figuratively he recognized, especially in light of
Uncle Stu's warning that these caves were prone to falling rock--the fact that
she had fallen back into old patterns gave him hope. Though she had not actually
addressed him, he knew that her query had been posited with him in mind. And,
truth to tell, this was probably the least caustic remark she had uttered in his
direction since they arrived in Hawaii early that morning.
For his part, Uncle Stu seemed to be enjoying the interaction--or rather, the
lack thereof--between the two partners. This was likely the most excitement he
had seen in a long time.
"That's a good question, Agent Scully, ma'am," Stu replied. "Me, I'm here 'cause
Detective Agbayani said two Feds needed a personalized guided tour of these here
caves. 'Stu,' he says, 'I know you've been doing this for over twenty-five
years. You're the best man for the job,' he tells me. When I asked him why you
two needed to see the caves, he didn't tell memuch, other'n 'It's official
business.' Me, I just assume it's got to do with th e death of those two kids
the other day. Ain't that right, doll?"
"Perhaps we should ask Agent Mulder," Scully suggested neutrally.
Stu shook his head. These two sure had a strange working relationship. "So,
Agent Mulder," he called over his shoulder, "what brings you and your lovely
partner to these here parts? You're sure a long ways from Dee Cee."
"As Agent Scully will surely recall," Mulder began, "we're here on the lovely
island of Niihau at the request of our boss, Assistant Director Skinner. I don't
know about you, Stu, but it's not every day that I get recalled early from an
enforced medical leave and told to pack my bags and get my ass to the airport--
in middle of the night, no less. I mean, I know I've developed quite the
reputation, but to have an insanely wealthy business tycoon contact my boss to
personally request me to investigate the death of his son and said son's
paramour? I must finally be making my way in this world."
Scully's fingers clenched into fists at her sides. And her narcissistic partner
wondered why she was not speaking to him? Was she not also awakened in the dead
of night by a very irate Walter Skinner, pulled off of her temporary
reassignment, and ordered to meet Mulder at the airport? Of course, in his mind,
the universe was Mulder-centric, and since everything revolved around him, there
really was no reason he should even consider her feelings on the matter. No need
to include her in the equation at all, apparently.
"Stu," Scully replied, forcing her voice to remain calm, "could you please
remind Agent Mulder that Craig Robinson did not ask for *us* per se? He put in a
call to the Bureau requesting an official investigation into the death of his
son, Scott, and a native girl, Kilikina Ainalani. And because the manner of
death was a bit . . . unusual . . . our experience on the X-Files was the reason
our superiors recommended us as the most-qualified field agents to work on the
case."
Stu was about to speak, but Mulder beat him to it. "You'd think this guy
Robinson was running the Bureau the way they've got Skinner jumping through
hoops, eh Uncle Stu?"
"Money and power make the world go 'round," Scully remarked to no one in
particular. "So does owning your own island, apparently."
"The Robinson family's owned the island for several generations," Stu replied.
"'For decades, Niihau's people have managed to maintain a traditional lifestyle--
'specially since it's the oldest of the eight Hawaiian islands. There's only
one village on the Forbidden Island, with just over 200 people. The only real
industries are producing kiawe charcoal and shell leis. While the people are
content, Robinson ain't. He wants to cash in on the tourist factor, and build a
resort here. If he brought you two in, then he must be putting you up in one of
his hotels on the other islands. Nice digs, huh?"
"Sure as hell beats Motel 6," Mulder agreed. He paused a moment, thinking. "Now,
what was it Agent Scully wanted to know? Oh yes, I remember now: 'Why are we
here?'."
Scully gave an exasperated sigh. There was no mistaking the patronizing tone of
her partner's voice. "Stu, kindly inform Agent Mulder that I know perfectly well
*why* we've been assigned this case. What I was referring to is why are we here--"
she threw up her arms, gesturing toward the rocky den that surrounded them--
"in this cave?"
"The lovely Agent Scully wants to know why we're in this cave, Agent Mulder,"
Uncle Stu asked him.
Mulder opened his mouth, but Scully cut him off before he could reply.
"And make sure he doesn't give you a line about it being standard operating
procedure to observe the crime scene. We've been over the area several times
already. And now he's insisted that we have you take us through these
passageways. No offense," she added quickly.
"None taken," Stu assured her with a smile. "It's always a pleasure to be in the
company of such a charming and pretty li'l thing like you." He gave her an
exaggerated bow.
Scully sighed. And she thought Frohike was a real piece of work.
"Hold up a sec," Stu said abruptly with a raised hand as he halted their hike
and pulled out a compass.
"There are probably miles of underground tunnels here," Scully resumed. "All of
which are nowhere near where those kids died. Frankly, I don't understand what
Agent Mulder expects to find."
During her angry gesticulating, a wisp of hair had managed to escape from
beneath the hard hat she wore and had fallen over her eye. She swiped at it
angrily, tucking it behind her ear--and smearing some of the grime from her
hands onto her cheek in the process.
Mulder's first instinct was to wipe it away. But even as his hand began to move
toward her almost of its own accord, he held it in check at his side. The way
Scully felt about him right now, he would be lucky to get all his fingers back
if he allowed himself to get that close to her.
Though Scully's eyes wandered anywhere but in her partner's direction, Stu
looked at him expectantly. "Well? Care to enlighten us, Mister G-Man?"
"I'm looking for clues as to what killed those kids. Some unknown force
converted two human beings into a morass of mingled liquids, and yet still
managed to leave their backpacks, sitting only a few feet away, untouched.
Nothing I know of can do that. Nothing earthly, that is."
Scully rolled her eyes heavenward, well aware of the direction this conversation
was headed. "I examined the bodies myself," she said, looking at Stu, though her
statement was clearly directed at Mulder. "While it's true that all of the soft
tissues were melted from their bodies, I would hardly classify the cause of
death as something extraterrestrial. My guess would be that they were victims of
a well-concentrated concussive or explosive device. One capable of reaching
extremely high temperatures and thus liquefying their organs."
"But such a device would have taken out half the cave along with it--not to
mention the backpacks," Mulder pointed out. "The walls and the bags, however,
were undamaged."
"It's possible that a device could be created to have a very narrow range of
contact," Scully countered. "Agent Mulder should know as well as I that the
military is constantly creating all manner of technology. Perhaps it was an
incendiary device. Or maybe the device sprayed some kind of potent acid."
Stu was starting to get dizzy, the way he kept turning his head back and forth
between the two agents as each one looked only at him while they spoke. Now, he
finally had a moment to catch his breath as Mulder seemed to turn Scully's
proposition over in his mind. It was not long, however, before a small, knowing
smile curled the younger man's lips--much like that of a hunter who realizes he
is about to catch his prey.
"Ask her if there was any evidence of corrosion on the skeletons," Mulder told
Stu.
When he did, Scully hesitated. Then, she slowly shook her head. "No, but--"
"And ask her if she knows of any kind of acid that will eat through soft
tissues, but not bone or rock."
Her patience evidently at its threshold, Scully did not even wait for Stu pass
along the question.
"That doesn't mean that one doesn't exist. Like I said, *Stu*, the government is
conducting research into all manner of weapons. Including biological ones." She
looked at the guide, eyes narrowing. "But I'm sure I don't need to remind my
partner of that," she added, her gaze turning to ice.
Her last words gave Mulder pause. It was the closest she had come to making
reference to the Andraven case. And their subsequent falling out.
For the briefest of moments, as he glanced past Stu in her direction, he thought
he saw a look of pain cross her features, settling in her eyes. But just as
quickly, it was gone. Scully was too good at this, too accustomed to hiding her
emotions behind a mask of professional detachment.
So she wanted to play it this way, huh? Throw herself into the role of special
agent, of the forensic pathologist whose job it was to observe the situation,
gather facts, and solve the case? And to hell with him, or his feelings? To hell
with their partnership and nearly seven years of history?
Well, two could play at this game. She was not the only one who was good at
immersing herself in her work. He could throw himself into this investigation
just as well as she could--if not better. And even though deep down he wanted to
get their feelings out in the open, he knew there was no point in trying to get
through to her when she was in scientist mode. No, far better to focus on the
case, and bide his time for a more opportune moment to try to get her to open up
a bit.
At least they were still on speaking terms--if one could call their arguing over
the case through Uncle Stu speaking. And at least they were still working
together. So what if their renewed partnership had been due to an order from
above? They were still together. And that was what mattered. At least, that was
what he kept telling himself. Maybe he would manage to convince himself sometime
soon. . . .
"I don't think it was a biological weapon, Stu," Mulder said, taking the few
steps backwards that brought him to a cave wall.
Scully watched through the corner of her eye as Mulder crossed his arms and bent
one knee, leaning his back and the sole of his boot against the cool stone,
managing to look remarkably casual and at ease. Hell, with barely any dust on
his clothes, he looked like a goddamned L.L Bean model in his cotton Henley,
windbreaker, and jeans. She, on the other hand, felt hot and sweaty and filthy.
Her tee-shirt, moist with perspiration from the humidity in the caves, clung to
her back and chest beneath her own light jacket. There were smears of dust and
dirt on her jeans.
It reminded her of how she had felt a couple of weeks ago when she had burst
into a New York City Emergency Room, expecting to find her partner lying in a
hospital bed, gravely injured. She had worked her ass off non-stop for over
thirty-six straight hours to locate Mulder and clear his name--all the while
compromising her morals, disobeying direct orders, and risking her reputation,
her career, and her freedom. Given the extent of her efforts during that wild
goose chase, her disheveled appearance was really the last thing on her mind.
But when she had found Mulder, alive and well, chatting flirtatiously with a
winsome female detective, oblivious to the fact that his partner had been out of
her mind with worry for him, Scully soon felt incredibly self-conscious.
The humiliating pain of that memory served to stoke the intense fury she felt
toward Mulder. She pursed her lips, feeling her anger flare.
"If it was some sort of conventional device," Mulder continued to drone on,
"then why didn't we find any remnants of it?"
Stu automatically looked in Scully's direction.
"Perhaps whoever set the bomb returned after it detonated to remove any evidence
of it."
Stu nodded, considering it a valid point.
Mulder, however, was not so easily convinced. "That's an awful lot of trouble to
go to for two kids. Which brings me to another matter . . . who would want them
dead?"
"A man as rich and influential as Robinson is bound to have enemies," Scully
pointed out. "Wouldn't you agree, Stu?"
"A-yup. That's a roger, Agent Scully, ma'am. 'Specially 'round these here parts,
with some of the locals."
"At the same time, though, wouldn't you think that kidnapping would be more
profitable than murder, Stu?" Mulder suggested.
"He's got a good point, ma'am. Lotsa cash to be made from ransom."
"Perhaps the perpetrator was more interested in hurting Robinson than blackmail.
That is, if this was even intentional. Maybe Scott and Kilikina were just in the
wrong place at the wrong time."
"Bad luck?" Stu asked Mulder.
"Maybe. Or maybe not." Mulder obviously knew more than he was telling--or at
least, he *thought* he knew more.
Scully knew that tone of voice only too well. She arched an eyebrow almost
unconsciously. But for once she did not pose another question to Mulder via
their mediator.
Stu waited, looking from one partner to the next, but the expected query never
came. Ultimately, his own curiosity got the better of him. "I can almost see
those wheels turnin' in your head, sonny," he said to Mulder. "What sorta crazy
idea you got cookin' in that ole noggin'?"
"I think that whatever happened to those kids was deliberate," Mulder told him.
"But who would want to kill them? And why?"
"Robinson admitted to Agent Scully and me that he frowned upon Scott's
involvement with Kilikina. It sounds as though he didn't want his heir apparent
dating a native girl. Interviews with her family made it clear that they didn't
approve of the relationship either. I don't think the local populace in general
is too fond of the Robinson family."
"Wary is more like it. Strange happenings surround some of that family's
ancestors. As a matter of fact--"
Scully, fully aware of her partner's penchant for all things paranormal, as well
as their guide's ability to talk virtually non-stop since they set out on their
hike, knew that this discussion could well go on for hours if left unchecked.
Therefore, she decided to nip it in the bud before it even got started.
"I got the distinct impression that the locals are not too happy with Robinson's
proprietorship of the island," Scully said, attempting to steer the topic of
conversation back toward more pedestrian matters. "And it's no wonder with the
plans he has to bring a hotel and resort to the island. Despite the financial
benefits brought by tourists, it will disrupt the inhabitants' normal lifestyle.
Not to mention the fact that it will encroach on much of the native flora and
fauna. What good are profits if Robinson's family is the only one reaping the
benefits of it?"
"There certainly ain't no love lost between the locals and Robinson Resorts,"
Stu confirmed.
Smiling smugly, Scully showed off her best 'I-told-you-so' look.
"But since Scott's death, folks don't hate 'em so much as pity 'em," Stu
resumed, glancing down at his compass.
"Pity?" Scully asked, confused. "I don't understand."
"On account of the curse."
Scully's grin quickly faded.
Mulder, meanwhile, had suddenly perked up, and was moving toward their guide. "A
curse? What sort of curse?"
"Well, it's more like an angry spirit that lives in the cave," Uncle Stu
amended. "Now, if you two kids'll just stay put a minute, I need to make sure
the path up ahead is navigable. These caves've been having some unusual . . .
activity . . . lately. Be right back." Shining his flashlight toward a narrowing
in the tunnel, Stu began to walk away, leaving Scully standing there, open-
mouthed. "Oh, and play nice while I'm gone," he called over his shoulder before
disappearing into the darkness.
Blowing out a noisy breath, Scully slowly shook her head, and began to pace the
small chamber. "Great. Just great. Now, on top of everything else, I've got to
deal with a curse. As if this case couldn't get any worse. . . ."
This was the last place she wanted to be right now. It was bad enough that she
had to work with Mulder on this case, that she had to endure countless hours
hiking through these damned, dark dirty caves with him, but to be subjected to
superstitious nonsense? Was there no end to her torture?
Mulder had barely uttered two words to her since they had boarded a plane for
Hawaii, and yet he had still managed to get under her skin. One would think that
not seeing or speaking to him for two weeks would have tempered her anger a bit.
And yet, even after their forced separation, her animosity towards him was just
as strong as it had been the moment she had stormed out of his apartment after
their argument. Part of her had hoped that he would call her, or come to see
her, that he would make some sort of contact. That he would let her know that he
had been wrong for the way he had treated her. That he would promise to never
take her for granted again. That he could not imagine his life without her in
it. . . .
But who the hell was she kidding? Mulder did not even understand why it was she
had snapped at him, so why should he apologize? In his mind, *he* was the one
who had been wrongfully accused, and *she* was the one who owed him an apology.
Well, he could forget it. There was no way in hell that she was going to give in
this time. She had finally found the nerve to take a stand for the respect she
knew she deserved. Maybe if he came crawling back on his knees, begging and
pleading for forgiveness, she might consider it. Then again, this might very
well be their last case together.
Mulder watched as Scully furiously paced the small tunnel. Her barely-reigned-in
anger was a frightening sight to behold. He contemplated revealing some
additional information, but hesitated, not sure how Scully would respond to his
addressing her directly. He glanced toward where Stu had left, but it did not
look as though he would be returning for at least another few minutes. Mulder
wanted so much to try to open the lines of communication between them, to try to
get them talking and back on track. But a partnership--a friendship--took two
willing parties. He had never felt more alone.
End Chapter 1
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