Project MK-Ultra

Part 2

by Trycee

Time-Line: Season 6

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

Scully grabbed at her freed wrist, they were hurting from the restraints their captive had bound them in. She and Mulder were laying in what she could see was a dark room, like a crawl space, covered in dirt and soot. She tried to move her arm to reach for Mulder but was aware of a slight stinging coming from the scrape she'd receive on her arm as she was thrown in there, wherever there was. Her hand searched for him in the dark but was suddenly grabbed by Mulder's powerful hands. "Scully...", he mumbled.

She made her way over to him and could feel him against a wall in the dark cramped space. She could barely make out his face but when she touched it she felt whelps and could feel blood on her fingertips. "Mulder...are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he mumbled. "Nothing's broken...", he said, pulling her in closer than he ever had, practically on his lap.

She didn't pull away, instead, she ran her fingers through his hair, trying to feel for bruises but what she really wanted to do was touch him, to make sure he was alright. "What happened to us, Mulder?", she said softly, her lips close to his skin.

He shook his head as she gripped his face in her hands. "I don't know, Scully...I don't remember much..."

She removed her hands and sat between his legs on her knees, her hands gripping his hips, looking worriedly into his hazel eyes which shown brightly in the dark. "Mulder...I don't remember much either...I know we came here looking for something...wherever we are...but I can't remember what..."

Mulder was staring into the deep pools of her blue eyes. "It doesn't matter...we just need to get out of here...", he said, glancing in the direction they had both been thrown in.

"I'll see if I can open it," she said, making her way over to the steel door that had been closed behind them. "Its steel...probably locked from the outside."

"Damn," he muttered, as he searched his pockets for his phone, badge and gun. They were all missing.

"They took everything, even my gun in my leg holster."

Scully crawled back over to him. "Everything of mine is gone too...What do we do?"

Mulder pulled her back in closely to him. "Just wait, partner...and hope someone notices we're missing..."

Skinner stared at the clock on the wall and then glanced again at his watch as if the time had changed between the few seconds that motioned had taken. He hadn't heard from his agents in over seven hours which wasn't all too unusual when it came to Mulder and Scully but they were supposed to have been back into town resting up but neither had answered their phones and neither were at home. He had let himself in into both apartments, checking for them during his lunch break. He had gone back to his office and waited and there was still no answer from them. He had called for the local police in Albany, New York and the local New York FBI field office in search of his wayward but brilliant agents. And so he sat, waiting to hear from someone that they found something. But Mulder and Scully's hotel rooms had been cleared out by them and had been reassigned to tourists. They're plane tickets had been unused and he for the life of himself, couldn't figure out where they could be.

"Scully, I didn't ask if you were okay...I'm sorry...I...Are you okay?"

"I am, " she said, as she sat down beside him. "My wrists were bound, and I have a small little scratch on my arm but I'm fine...the question is whether you are or not...You were beaten..."

"I've had worse," he said, smiling down to her. "Are you cold?"

"A little...", she said, shivering. "I guess I'm still sick...That I remember...but nothing else..."

Mulder moved to take off his suit jacket but his arms ached and Scully quickly helped him slid it off him. "Lay down," he ordered.

She looked at him and then at the dusty floor. "That's not gonna be comfortable..."

Mulder motioned for her to lay down and she slid down to the ground but not before taking off her own suit jacket and laying it on the floor first. When she lay on top of her clothes, he surprised her by spooning up directly behind her, draping an arm around her waist and then pulling his suit jacket up as a blanket covering them both. "Try to get some sleep...", he said, breathing into her ear.

Scully closed her eyes partly from the proximity of Mulder and partly because she was dead tired, barely able to keep her eyelids open. "What about you?", she said, as she snuggled back a little more until they're bodies touched.

"I'm gonna try to rest too...When the door opens it'll make a lot of noise, waking us so there's no need for one of us to stand guard...This is a pretty tiny little enclosure..."

"Okay," she said.

Mulder shifted and his arms wrapped her in tightly against him. He was using her neck and hair as part of his pillow as he laid on his arm that jutted out right above her. She closed her eyes and noticed that the chills had subsided. All she could feel was Mulder's warm arms encasing her. Even in the dark laying on the cold slab concrete filled with dust, she felt surprisingly safe.

"Get a helicopter ready, " Skinner said into his phone. "I'm coming up there...We have two missing Agents and I won't all resources used. You better find them!"

"Jim Jones," Mulder screamed out into Scully's ear.

"What?", she said, twisting herself to face him.

"Sorry...I was...dreaming," he said, removing the warmth of his arm wrapped around her to wipe at his eyes.

She immediately wanted his arm back in its place. "Why were you dreaming about Jim Jones?"

Mulder sat up and she cursed herself for being curious because he took his warmth with him.

"It has something to do with why we're here..."

"How?", she said, dusting herself off.

"I don't know...", he said, leaning onto his arm. "It'll come to me...Lay back down," he said, draping his arm back around her waist.

She was still seated up as she looked into his eyes. She wanted so much to kiss him but she quickly pushed that thought out of her head. She laid back down and pulled his arm so that he had fully wrapped his arm around her and settled back down, closing her eyes, listening to him breath against her.

Mulder could feel her small body against him and couldn't help but occasionally squeeze his arm tighter. She never said a word and he was grateful for that. He didn't want to explain to her that he really wanted to kiss her despite where they were. Just having her there with him despite the reasons put him at ease and so he listened to her breathing until his eyes began to close.

Skinner stepped out of the car after having flown to Albany in a helicopter. He was met by several agents who were debriefing him. "Anything?"

"Nothing sir...They're rental car is missing too."

"No one spotted the car either?", he said, as he was being escorted into the local field office.

"No sir..."

"Any surveillance video showing them leaving the hotel?"

"Yes sir," the younger agent said, escorting Skinner into a video room.

Skinner sat down in a chair and water was immediately poured for him in a clear glass cup. He ignored the water and stared at the surveillance tape obtain from the hotel. 'At least I know they're not sleeping together...at least not yet', he thought to himself, though he did see them coming out of one room at times. They apparently had packed and stepped out separately with their belongings out of their own doors, while Mulder placed their belongings into the trunk. Scully was unknowingly standing under the hotel's camera reading a slip of paper.

"Focus in on what's in her hands...", Skinner ordered.

One of the techs straightened out the blurry images, zooming in as much as he could. Skinner looked over to the young agent. "Its a park address...", he said. "Print that out...Let's go!", he said, jumping up, rushing out of the door.

"Jim Jones!", Mulder screamed out again.

"Okay...", Scully said, twisting again to face him. "Why Jim Jones?"

Mulder sat up fully and looked down at his hands. "There's something about Jim Jones that explains why we're here Scully..."

"Maybe it has to do with the fact that a bunch of innocent people followed a madman to their deaths..."

"Is that a crack at me?", he said, pulling her up to sit next to him.

A small smile crossed her lips. "It would be if we weren't laying here in a place we don't know...and our memories have some how been robbed from us..."

"Like that case...", he said, looking over to her. "Colonel Budahas..."

"We never proved anything with that case Mulder...Its probably trauma...You did receive a blow to the face."

"But you didn't...", he said, staring into her eyes. "Why can't you remember?"

Scully breathed out slowly. "Okay, fine...Jim Jones...What do we know about Jim Jones?"

"Besides the fact that he killed nearly a thousand women and children by making them drink cyanide at gun point and then killing himself?"

"He was a charismatic religious leader that turned deadly once he got his followers alone in Guyana."

"There was rumor that the CIA recruited him..."

Scully shook her head. "That's unproven..."

"My memory is coming back..."

"It is?", she said amazed. "I can't remember anything but laying in bed sick...and wanting to go home..."

"We met someone at a park...there was a note...something about...mind..."

"The mind or a mine?", she said, looking around at the dust and soot.

"I don't know...this could be a mine shaft," he said, looking around. "Do you remember where we were before we got here?"

Scully nodded. "Albany, New York...we were looking for that ghost train..."

"Okay," he said, more to himself than her. "We met someone about information...do you remember what they looked like?"

"No," she said, looking down at her lap. "I remember a bicycle."

"A bike? Okay..."

"I can't remember...", she sighed.

Mulder nodded. "It'll come back to us...", he sighed as well. "We'll get out of here Scully...Skinner is probably searching for us right now."

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