Sorry, it's been so long! I have had a lot of studying to do lately and on top of that I have a couple of other fanfictions I'm currently writing. One of the others I'm gonna finish soon though so I should have a wee bit more time for Savior. I've really missed this story.
A couple of months have passed in the story since the last chapter - in case you'll be wondering.
WARNING: This chapter is quite scary, no kids please.
Chapter 11 - The Storm
Mulder and Scully's Apartment
May 10 1993, 1.15 am
"You're amazing!" Scully panted.
"Not as amazing as you," Mulder shook his head breathing hard as he gave her butt a good squeeze.
"Mmh," she moaned and moved closer to him, a nearly impossible task as she was currently resting on top of him.
Mulder was working a case that took up a lot of his time and he'd come home late this past week. The same had been the case tonight but as he'd been shredding his clothes she'd woke up. He'd apologized for waking her at first, of course, but she'd soon convinced him he didn't have anything to be sorry about.
"God, I missed this," she sighed in between kisses to his chest and neck.
"I'm sorry," he told her sounding very sincere. "I know I haven't been around lately and…"
"Mulder!" she interrupted him with a laugh. "I understand. Of course, you have to work! And I know you're especially devoted to this case. I knew you were passionate about your work before I got involved with you and I never expected that to change. Besides, I've noticed you don't take a lot of out-of-state cases anymore. I thought… I thought that was because of me and Aidan. So that you get involved like this with a case every now and then, it isn't that bad, Mulder. It doesn't make you a bad person. You're here for us, we never doubt that."
"It is because of you, Scully. And Aidan. I can't stand being away from you. I can't just pack a bag and leave in a day's notice anymore. I need to investigate all I can before going because if it's a waste of time, I'd never forgive myself for any minute I could be with you but isn't."
His hands were moving up and down her back, stroking her. Every word he said made her dizzier and his fingers lay a hot burning trail on Scully's skin. She captured his lips with her own.
His hands moved up her sides and he kissed her back with such passion she couldn't help another moan escape her mouth. He groaned into their kiss in response. He knew where this was going… again. He knew he had to get up early in the morning. He couldn't care less. He could feel himself harden anew even though it'd only been minutes since their last encounter. Only Scully could have this effect on him. Her lips travelled down his jaw and down to his neck. He was enjoying himself so much he couldn't think straight. He knew he was just touching her sides but he was unable to do anything else as her kisses moved down to his chest. Then he realized what she was planning to do. Her kisses moved further and further down. He could feel the skin on his stomach tingle under her lips' caresses. "Fuck, Scully," he groaned loudly. They hadn't been together like this in days and she was planning to pleasure him in such manor. She had to be the sexiest being alive, he thought.
She was moving her tongue in and out of his belly button when there was a sound that made them both freeze. It was coming from the door. Someone was there. They weren't knocking, they were rather pounding on the door.
"Mulder?" Scully whispered, now sitting up in the bed, and he was able to hear the fright in her voice.
Mulder sat up himself. There was another pound. At the possibility of danger all blood rushed back to his brain, making him slightly dizzy. He stood up, nonetheless, and pulled on the pair of black dress pants he'd been wearing to work.
"Stay here," he told Scully and handed her his white shirt to put on her naked body along with her panties that had somehow ended up on the nightstand.
He took his gun out of its safe and looked at Scully one last time before moving out of the bedroom. Her red hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions; she was closing the buttons of his shirt around her, giving him a vague smile. He nodded at her, telling her everything would be alright, he'd keep her safe. She understood, he read in her beautiful blue eyes.
As Mulder walked through the living room there was another pound on the door. His heart was beating fast. He was at the door now and dared a peek through the peephole, his gun ready in his right hand.
His worst fears were confirmed as he saw an older man with dark graying hair stand in front of his door, smiling calmly. He was dressed in black and Mulder knew him to be Abaddon. A man seemingly coming from nowhere. Mulder had worked this case for a week now trying to learn everything he could about him. But there was nothing to learn. This man had never been born he simply were. Mulder, of course, knew the meaning of his name. Abaddon: meaning destruction, ruination. A name given to the angel of the bottomless pit. A destroyer. This man feed off of fear. He torture men, women, and children in order to keep himself alive. He needed the fear people possessed as they realized they were going to die.
"Hello, Fox," he said quietly, knowing Mulder was right on the other side of the door. "I thought I could smell that noble fear of yours."
"Is that how you choose your victims, Abaddon?" Mulder felt himself panic. "You choose the ones with the best cologne?"
"We both know how I choose them, Fox. You don't have to play stupid. Now open this door."
"If I believe you, why should I let you into my home? If you really are the Destroyer why shouldn't I just call for backup?" Mulder was buying time trying to figure out how to get Scully and Aidan out of here.
"Well," he chuckled making the hair on Mulder's back stand out. "Electrical devices, such as the telephone, have a tendency to, shall we say… malfunction, when I'm around."
Mulder already knew this of course. Several of his victims had tried to call for help but the phones had been found melted on the crime scenes. One had even got to a computer which had been found completely burnt out.
"Is that so?" Mulder tried to sound doubting.
"It is," he simply answered him. "Now, open this door, Fox. Or something very bad will happen to the pretty little lady you had your dick buried in not twenty minutes ago."
Mulder had no control of his actions as he flung the door open and pointed his gun to Abaddon's head, every fiber of his body telling him to pull the trigger just to wipe the smug expression off his face.
"You won't shoot me, Fox," he shook his head as if Mulder had told him a funny joke.
"Yeah? Why not?" Mulder demanded clenching his jaw. "Do I need a wooden stake?"
"Oh no," he let out a laugh again. "A bullet should do the trick. But do you really want to kill me in front of your son, Fox?"
Mulder's eyes widened at his words. Abaddon was looking over Mulder's shoulder, smiling at someone. Mulder took a quick look keeping his gun on the creature in front of him.
"Go back to your room, Aidan!" he said firmly as he felt his heart beat even faster.
"No, Aidan, you should stay," he said smiling at the little boy who stood in his green pajamas, his red hear tousled from sleep. "We're going to have a lot of fun."
"Shut up!" Mulder exclaimed taking a step closer to Abaddon, the gun now making contact with his forehead.
"Oh, now it's a party," Abaddon said, his eyes scanning something behind Mulder.
"Mulder?" Scully said in surprise at the scene in front of her.
"She is beautiful, Fox," he goaded Mulder as his eyes looked her up and down. "I wouldn't want to be disturbed either if I had her in my bed."
Mulder could see his eyes darken with lust as he spoke and felt sick as he remembered the women and children he'd raped before killing them. Visions of horrible crime scene photos flashed before his eyes and he felt his anger built towards the man standing in front of him.
"Scully, take Aidan to the bedroom and stay in there!" he ordered her, never looking her way, his eyes focused on Abaddon.
"Does he always order you around like that?" his cold voice asked addressing Scully.
Scully picked up Aidan and hoisted him on his hip - she felt how her boy shook all over.
"I'm scared," he whispered to his mother.
"Don't be scared, Aidan," Abaddon spoke. "Your daddy is just confused right now, he doesn't mean it."
Mulder was just about to tell him to shut up again when Aidan spoke up.
"He's not my dad," he said strictly.
For some reason his words cut into Mulder's heart. He had no idea why. He knew Aidan wasn't his son. Lately he just hadn't thought much about the fact.
Mulder's gun flew from his hand. He'd been casting a glance towards Aidan and Scully and Abaddon had taken advantage of it.
He heard Scully gasp as he fell to the floor, his jaw hurt where Abaddon had hit it with his impossible strength. Before Mulder could get up another fist hit him in face. And another one. He groaned out in pain.
"STOP!" Scully yelled, tears running down her face as she hugged her son to her chest. "Stop hurting him!"
"No…" Mulder mumbled. "Scully, ge-get out!"
Abaddon picked up Mulder's gun and held it to Mulder's chest.
"NO!" Scully exclaimed.
"Sit down in the couch or I'll kill him," he spoke softly as if he'd just offered her a cup of tea.
Scully walked over to the couch with Aidan and sat down, she noticed Mulder wasn't moving.
The man walked down the hallway towards the bedrooms, the gun still in hand.
"Mulder?" Scully called out carefully.
He didn't answer her. She heard the man rummage around in her and Mulder's bedroom. She felt nausea.
"Mommy?" Aidan sobbed.
"Ssh, Aidan, everything's gonna be okay," she told him stroking his hair.
"You shouldn't tell lies," the man had returned to the living room.
He went over to Mulder and dragged him over to the wall facing the couch. He sat him up against the wall. Scully noticed he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand. They were Mulder's and he usually kept them in his safe along with his gun, Scully remembered Mulder hadn't closed the safe after taking out his gun. He cuffed Mulder's right hand first, then pulled it behind Mulder's back, cuffing the left one as well.
Scully noticed the blood running down from his face to his bare chest. The man had only hit him three times but Mulder was out cold.
Scully heard the man turn on the water in the kitchen and not long after he returned with a glass of water. He took a small sip of the water before splashing it into Mulder's face.
Mulder awoke with a startle. He instantly remembered what was happening and struggled against his handcuffs to no avail. He was cuffed to the pipe by the wall and he saw Scully and Aidan sitting in the couch opposite him. Scully was holding Aidan to her so he wasn't able to see anything. Scully looked more scared than he'd ever seen her. He felt his own fear overtake him. He couldn't let this man hurt his family.
Abaddon took a deep breath and for a second Scully thought he looked younger. Hadn't his hair been graying? She was so confused and so scared. She thought her heart might beat out of her chest.
The man sat down in an armchair, giving him a full view of both the couch and Mulder.
"Why did you never tell me you had a family, Fox?" he sighed.
"Let them go!" Mulder yelled at him. "Take me! Let them go!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Fox," Abaddon shrugged. "Without them you can't give me what I need."
Mulder screamed in despair, fighting, trying to free himself.
"Would you stop that?" he asked softly pointing the gun lazily towards the couch.
Mulder stopped moving immediately, breathing heavily.
"Aidan," he spoke, making both Mulder and Scully tense. "Look at me or I'll kill mommy."
Aidan drew his face away from Scully's neck and looked at the man, tears falling down his face, his eyes red.
"Do you know why I thought Fox was your daddy?" he asked him, smiling at Aidan. "Answer me, boy."
"N-no," he spoke.
"I can feel what Fox is feeling," he said secretively. "He feels like you're his son."
Aidan looked over to Mulder, seeming confused. His mom stoked his back comfortingly as he was sitting in her lap.
"Mulder loves you like a son, Aidan - but he knows he's not your dad," Scully said and kissed his cheek, she hated seeing Aidan so helpless; he didn't understand all of this.
"Hush now, mommy!" Abaddon raised his voice slightly for the first time since he'd come to them that evening. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to Fox, now would we?"
Scully shook her head and kept quiet.
"Do you like Fox, Aidan?" he was back to his creepy calm voice.
"Yes," Aidan nodded and looked at Mulder who smiled weakly back at him.
"Does he sleep with your mommy?"
Mulder fought against his handcuffs again but as Abaddon raised his gun slightly he held back.
Aidan nodded.
"Do you know what he does to your mommy, Aidan? Do you know what he does when they're alone?" his eyes shone with glee as he asked these questions.
"Yes," Aidan said, Mulder noticed with joy that the glee left Abaddon's eyes at Aidan's response.
"Oh? What do they do then, Aidan?"
"You're talking about making love," he stated.
It was clear that Abaddon was a bit thrown off by Aidan's nonchalance towards this subject but he kept going, nonetheless.
"Have you seen them, Aidan? Have you seen Fox and your mommy naked together?"
"No!" Aidan shook his head.
"Then how do you know what they do when they're alone, Aidan? Have you been a bad boy? Have you been spying on mommy and Fox?"
"No!" Aidan said anger clear in his voice. "They told me."
"Did they tell you about making love?"
"They said it's for grown-ups."
"Do you want to know what it is, Aidan?" a smile played on Abaddon's face.
"No," Aidan said at once. "I'm not old enough, mommy said so."
"Did mommy say that?" he was patronizing him.
"Yes," Aidan said defiantly.
"Then you have to go to your room now, Aidan."
Aidan sat still in his mother's lap, not knowing what to do.
"I'm going to make love to your mommy, Aidan, so you have to go to your room," Abaddon said calmly.
"NO!" Aidan and Mulder yelled in unison.
"You leave her alone!" Mulder spat.
"Go to your room, Aidan!" Abaddon said, getting up from the chair and walking over to Mulder, putting the gun to his head.
"It's okay, Aidan," Scully said. "I'll be alright, I promise you."
Aidan hesitantly got up.
"Yes, mommy wants this to happen, Aidan," Abaddon spoke making Aidan look to his mother in worry.
"Go," she nodded to her son, trying to keep strong so he could get to safety.
Aidan walked to his room slowly. As Abaddon saw him close his bedroom door he sat back in his armchair.
"What a beautiful boy," he told Scully, making her feel sick again.
She simply nodded.
"What do you say, Fox? Should we have a little fun?" Abaddon knowingly provoked him.
"I'll kill you!" Mulder warned him.
"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport!" Abaddon chuckled. "What's your name, sugar?"
Scully sank before answering: "Dana," in a small voice.
"Ah, Dana," he sighed and leaned back in his chair, moving his gun to his left hand where he held it lazily pointing towards Mulder. "Take the shirt off."
"E-excuse me?" she said, feeling fear overtake her - she already felt naked in just her panties and Mulder's dress shirt.
"The shirt. Off with it," he said. "Now!"
Hesitantly she stood up from the couch, but she couldn't get herself to unbotton the shirt.
"You're lovely," he told her smiling. "Now turn around for me."
She felt sick to her stomach as she saw his hand travel down into his pants as she turned around in front of him.
"Good, very good," he moaned. "And now off with that shirt!"
His hand was moving in his pants and she felt a tear escape from her eye. Her hands moved to the button and she unbuttoned the first one slowly.
"Faster!" he commanded her. "I can't wait to see your tits."
She unbuttoned a few more buttons, not really showing anything yet.
Suddenly the man straightened up in the chair. He extracted his hand from his pants and looked surprised at Mulder. Something was wrong.
"Fox?" Abaddon said, out of control for the first time in… a really long time.
"Yes," he smiled at him.
"What..? You're not afraid… how?" Abaddon moved over to Mulder and crouched in front of him.
"I'll tell you how," Mulder leaned forward.
Abaddon looked at him with interest and then, without warning, Mulder's fist connected with the man's face. He fell backwards, the gun flew out of his hand and out of his reach. Mulder had always kept the key to the handcuffs in his wallet which happened to still be in the pants he'd worn to work, and he'd finally been able to locate it with the limited use of his hands. Unfazed, Abaddon kicked Mulder in the chest making him fall back against the wall.
"NO!" Scully exclaimed.
Abaddon changed his focus to her.
He smiled as he walked towards her. She tried to step away but she fell down into the couch. He was just about to reach out for her when a loud bang made him stop in his tracks. He looked down himself to see blood pouring from his shoulder.
Abaddon turned around and saw Mulder lying on the floor, gun in hand. He pulled the trigger again this time managing a kill shot to the creature's forehead. Abaddon fell to the ground, dead.
Then everything went black for Mulder. He heard the sirens and the last thing he thought was: how did they know?
XxXxX
6.54 am
"Scully!" he woke up with her name on his lips, sitting straight up in the bed.
"I'm here, Mulder," he heard her voice coming from his left.
She was sitting next to him on the bed. She took his hand offering her comfort.
"What happened?" he asked but remembered as soon as the words had left his mouth. "Is Aidan okay?"
"He's fine," she nodded and looked down next to Mulder on the bed where Aidan was starting to wake up.
Mulder sighed in relief.
"We tried to get you to the hospital but you refused to leave," she told him.
He nodded, not remembering but agreeing with himself.
"I remember sirens," he said, rubbing his temples. "How did they know?"
Scully smiled and nodded down at Aidan.
"You?" Mulder asked in surprise. "But how?"
Aidan sat up and smiled. "I couldn't call the police because I didn't have a phone in my room," Mulder nodded not bothering to inform them that it wouldn't have helped anyway. "So I took my flashlight and flashed it at the windows on the building across the street. Finally someone opened their window and I showed them the piece of paper I had written."
"You're such a smart kid," Mulder said, he'd never been more proud of anyone in his entire life. "I'm very proud of you, Aidan."
Aidan smiled and sat up to give Mulder a hug. Mulder pulled him into his lap and hugged him close to him.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he told them, holding Aidan and looking Scully straight in the eyes.
"What did you write on the piece of paper, Aidan?" he asked after a few minutes of just holding him.
Scully took the note from their nightstand and showed it to him. It said: Bad man has my mom and dad. Call 911.
Mulder looked at it for a long time, tears forming in his eyes. Dad?
"I'm sorry I said you weren't my dad, Mulder," Aidan said looking down. "It was my fault."
"What? No, of course it wasn't, Aidan!" Mulder instantly hugged him again. "Whatever happened wasn't anyone's fault except the bad man, okay? He hurt us, not you!"
Aidan looked relieved, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Okay," he said weakly.
"I love you very much, Aidan. Nothing can change that. It doesn't matter what you call me, as long as I know you love me too."
"I love you too," Aidan said and tears fell from his eyes. "Can you be my dad, Mulder?"
Mulder looked surprised to Scully who also had tears in her eyes.
"Yes," he said and kissed Aidan's forehead. "I would love to, Aidan."
Scully sat down next to Mulder and kissed his cheek as she took Aidan's hand.
Just then it hit Mulder how much he had and how close he'd come to losing it all. The thought hit him as sudden as lightening.
Before long Aidan fell asleep again. Mulder carefully tucked him into their bed and walked out of the bedroom with Scully.
"I'm sorry," he told her looking down to his fingers.
"Don't be," she smiled at him. "It wasn't your fault either, Mulder."
"If it wasn't for me… my work… you guys would have been okay."
"It… no, Mulder. If it wasn't for you he could have come here anyway and there'd be nobody to protect us!" she tried to reason with him.
"No," he shook his head. "He came because of me."
"We're alright now, Mulder," she tried taking his hand but he shook it off.
"I have to leave, Scully," he nearly whispered.
"You don't have to work today, Mulder, Skinner said so…"
"No," he interrupted her. "I have to leave you."
Scully's heart ached at his words and she felt tears spilling from her eyes.
"These five months we've been together, the 8 months I've known you - it's been the happiest time of my life, Scully," he looked her in the eyes for the first time while speaking but quickly looked away again as he saw her tears. "But last night made me realize, you're not safe with me."
"You're just gonna leave?" she yelled at him. "That's it? We'll never hear from you again? What about Aidan? He wants you to be his dad, Mulder! You promised him!"
"I'm gonna keep that promise," he said seriously. "I'll… I'll come by every weekend, if it's okay with you."
"No, it's not okay with me!" she hit him in the chest. "You idiot! You made me fall for you, Mulder. I love you! Does that mean nothing to you?"
"Of course it does," he sank, he couldn't stand hurting her but he knew she'd be safer like this. "That's why I'm doing this, Dana."
"Don't you dare," she sobbed and hit him again and again, her fists meeting his firm chest.
"I…" he was just about to tell her he loved her but thought it'd only make it harder. "I'll come get my things later."
He walked past her and out the door. She sunk down against the wall and cried her heart out.
Wow. So much for being happy.
What did you think about Abaddon?
Do you think Mulder's making the right decision?