Chapter 5
The warm spray of water beat down on her for the shower head, fully awakening her. She couldn't believe she had actually fallen asleep in the hot tub with Mulder. She'd probably still be in there if it weren't for the fact that he had awoken her to ask permission for them to get out because he was turning into a prune. A cute prune but still a prune.
She smiled at the memory of him pouting and holding out his hands for her to see the wrinkles. She turned the water off and grabbed a towel hanging on the rack over the toilet. She didn't dare look towards the sink, knowing that if she did, she would see her naked form in the huge mirror over the vanity. Why did they always have to have a huge mirror in the bathroom anyway?
It wasn't like she was embarrassed or ashamed of her body, she just didn't see the need in looking at it in the mirror, especially when she was red from the heat of the hot tub.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open broke her from her reverie. She quickly wrapped the towel around her and peered out from behind the shower curtain. The room suddenly felt chilly and she shivered.
"Mulder?" She called out quietly. "Is that you?"
No one answered so she left the bathroom and walked into her darkened room. Hadn't she left her curtain open? She grabbed her gun from the dresser and took the safety off. A muffled thump from Mulder's room drew her attention and she ran to open the connecting door.
"Freeze!" She barked and pointed her gun at the figure standing at the front door.
"Scully?" Asked a startled Mulder, turning from the open door where a man in a hotel uniform stood holding a few dollars in his hand. A wonderful smell hit her and she suddenly realized Mulder had ordered dinner from room service and that he was just giving the man that brought it to his room a tip.
"Sorry, I thought...." She trailed off and reached behind her to put her gun back in the holster.
Her eyes went wide as her hand brushed the fabric of the towel. The TOWEL! She was still in her towel. She must look like a complete ass, busting into his room, pointing a gun at him, all the while wearing nothing but a towel and a glare. She looked down at the floor and tried to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Oh no, not the damn blush again! How much more juvenile was she going to get? First a blush then what? Crawling around on the floor asking for a "baba" or for "mama"?
The sound of the door closing made her raise her head. Mulder was looking at her curiously.
"You ok, Scully?" He asked and beckoned her to the table where 2 plates of grilled chicken and broccoli sat.
"Yea, I'm fine. This looks great Mulder." She smiled her appreciation and reached for chair. Oh wait, she was still in her towel.
"Maybe I should go get dressed before I eat, huh?" She laughed.
He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her upper thighs, barely covered by the towel, with a glint in his eyes.
"Oh, I hadn't even noticed you were in a towel." He winked.
"Yea, I'm so sure." She smiled and went back to her room and changed into her blue satin pajamas and towel dried her hair.
When she returned to his room, he was laying on the bed, his food untouched.
"You didn't have to wait for me to eat, you know." She grinned when got up.
"Oh, but didn't you know that Miss Manners says it's a rule?" He deadpanned.
"Since when do you ever follow rules?" She retorted and sat down to enjoy her meal.
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She lay in her bed, trying to fall asleep but not being able to. Dinner with Mulder had been great. Once they had finished the food, they had discussed the case. She hadn't told him about Mollie seeing her necklace in the dream. She didn't understand it.
How could she explain it to Mulder?
At 9, Scully had excused herself to her room to get some sleep. They were going to go over to police headquarters in the morning to get the files on Tommy. Then they were going to find the medical records for Mollie's relatives since all of their deaths were ruled natural and the police wouldn't have the files anymore. Was it possible that someone from Mollie's dreams was actually killing these people? That was Mulder's theory. He thought that the redhead was somehow killing them. Could it be true? It sounded pretty crazy, but then again, everything she had seen in all her years with Mulder had been crazy.
The curtains hanging over the windows moved gently, as if a wind had blown by. Was the AC on? She guessed so because a breeze blew by her and she suppressed a shiver and pulled the blankets up tightly around her shoulders. She closed her eyes but snapped them open quickly. Someone was in the room, she could feel it. She reached up and turned the bedside light on, casting a dim light on the room, making shadows elongate on the walls.
"Is someone there?" She looked around.
She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to see if someone was hiding in there. Nothing. No one was in the room. She shook her head and smiled as she made her way back to the bed.
"You're getting too paranoid." She berated herself and switched off the light.
She closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep. If she had kept them open one moment longer she would not have missed the curtains ruffle as a figure of a woman stepped out from behind them and made her way towards the bed where the sleeping Scully lay.
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It was so dark. Darker than anything she had seen before. Everywhere she looked was black. She turned around in a complete circle. Where was she? She turned around again and gasped. A woman stood in an aura of red light. She was staring at Scully with her icy blue eyes. Instantly, Scully recognized the woman as the one Mollie had described from her dreams. Her long red hair gently moved in an invisible wind. She opened her mouth. "Leave." Was the word that trickled out. "Why? Who are you?"
Scully asked, frozen in place. A loud cackle erupted from the woman. "It is not your concern." She replied and Scully picked up on an Irish accent, a very heavy one. "It is! Why are you doing this to Mollie? Why are you hurting her?" "She deserves it."
"Why? What has she done that's so terrible?" A bright flash of light burst through the darkness and another woman, a beautiful dark-haired woman, appeared next to the evil one. Scully watched the scene play out in front of her eyes. The redhead jerked her head towards the new woman. "Morgayne." She said in greeting. "What are you doing, Kiara? You have no power over this woman. You shouldn't be here." The new woman said and shook her head, the long black curls bouncing back and forth at her waist. "If anyone shouldn't be here it is her!" The redhead, Kiara, yelled pointing at Scully. "Leave her alone, she is not here for you. Leave." Morgayne cried out, lifting her hand, and the redhead disappeared as a red light engulfed her. "I'm sorry." Morgayne said and turned from Scully. "Wait, who are you? Why is she doing this to Mollie? Is she the one killing everyone?" Scully cried out to her. "I am Morgayne, she is Kiara. She is doing what she can, what she is allowed. I'm just glad you're finally here Dana. I need help. Kiara is becoming stronger. I can't do this alone anymore." She said and turned back to look at Scully. "Will you help me?" She echoed Mollie's words and disappeared. "Wait, no! Come back!" Scully screamed and fell as the ground broke away.
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She darted awake, gasping and shaking. She mentally tried to calm herself. What the hell had just happened? That couldn't possibly have been a real dream. It was just a dream born of suggestions. Mollie had described them so she was susceptible to the images and of course would have a dream about them. Yea that was it. It wasn't real. It wasn't anything to worry about, so why couldn't she shake this scared feeling and calm down?
She sighed. Mulder always calmed her, maybe she should see if he was still up.
She up out of the bed and crept over to the adjoining door. Through the wall she heard the sound of the TV and knew he was still up. She lightly knocked on the door and opened it. He was sitting on the bed propped up with pillows at the headboard, watching the TV. At least he was ready for bed, wearing some long plaid pajama bottoms and his gray T-shirt she loved. He looked over at her, curious as to why she was there.
"Scully, what's wrong?" He asked, getting up and moving to where she stood at the door.
"I...I couldn't sleep. Mind if I stay over here for a while?" She asked and looked up to meet his eyes. Maybe she would tell him about the dream later, not now.
"No, no it's ok. I only have one bed though." He touched her shoulder and shrugged.
"That's fine." She said and walked over to the bed and sat down next to where he had been sitting. He looked a little stunned but got back in bed next to her.
"So, what are we watching?" She looked at the TV.
"Oh just something on the Discovery channel about the Loch Ness Monster."
"What, no porn?"
"Nah, I've already seen all the in-house movies. A guy can only take so much you know." He smiled and offered. "If you want, I can change this to something you want to watch."
"No, this is fine." She said as she settled into the bed some more. His room was a little colder than hers and she couldn't hold back the shiver that ran through her. Cold rooms and drying sweat didn't mix well.
"You cold?" He asked and looked over at her with concern.
"A little." She nodded.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side. She gently molded into him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks." She smile into his T-shirt.
"My pleasure." He said and returned his attention back to the TV.
After a few minutes she sighed and closed her eyes, reveling in the sound of his heartbeat and constant up and down motion of his chest. Finally she fell into a quiet, dreamless sleep.
Continued in Chapter 6
The warm spray of water beat down on her for the shower head, fully awakening her. She couldn't believe she had actually fallen asleep in the hot tub with Mulder. She'd probably still be in there if it weren't for the fact that he had awoken her to ask permission for them to get out because he was turning into a prune. A cute prune but still a prune.
She smiled at the memory of him pouting and holding out his hands for her to see the wrinkles. She turned the water off and grabbed a towel hanging on the rack over the toilet. She didn't dare look towards the sink, knowing that if she did, she would see her naked form in the huge mirror over the vanity. Why did they always have to have a huge mirror in the bathroom anyway?
It wasn't like she was embarrassed or ashamed of her body, she just didn't see the need in looking at it in the mirror, especially when she was red from the heat of the hot tub.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open broke her from her reverie. She quickly wrapped the towel around her and peered out from behind the shower curtain. The room suddenly felt chilly and she shivered.
"Mulder?" She called out quietly. "Is that you?"
No one answered so she left the bathroom and walked into her darkened room. Hadn't she left her curtain open? She grabbed her gun from the dresser and took the safety off. A muffled thump from Mulder's room drew her attention and she ran to open the connecting door.
"Freeze!" She barked and pointed her gun at the figure standing at the front door.
"Scully?" Asked a startled Mulder, turning from the open door where a man in a hotel uniform stood holding a few dollars in his hand. A wonderful smell hit her and she suddenly realized Mulder had ordered dinner from room service and that he was just giving the man that brought it to his room a tip.
"Sorry, I thought...." She trailed off and reached behind her to put her gun back in the holster.
Her eyes went wide as her hand brushed the fabric of the towel. The TOWEL! She was still in her towel. She must look like a complete ass, busting into his room, pointing a gun at him, all the while wearing nothing but a towel and a glare. She looked down at the floor and tried to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Oh no, not the damn blush again! How much more juvenile was she going to get? First a blush then what? Crawling around on the floor asking for a "baba" or for "mama"?
The sound of the door closing made her raise her head. Mulder was looking at her curiously.
"You ok, Scully?" He asked and beckoned her to the table where 2 plates of grilled chicken and broccoli sat.
"Yea, I'm fine. This looks great Mulder." She smiled her appreciation and reached for chair. Oh wait, she was still in her towel.
"Maybe I should go get dressed before I eat, huh?" She laughed.
He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her upper thighs, barely covered by the towel, with a glint in his eyes.
"Oh, I hadn't even noticed you were in a towel." He winked.
"Yea, I'm so sure." She smiled and went back to her room and changed into her blue satin pajamas and towel dried her hair.
When she returned to his room, he was laying on the bed, his food untouched.
"You didn't have to wait for me to eat, you know." She grinned when got up.
"Oh, but didn't you know that Miss Manners says it's a rule?" He deadpanned.
"Since when do you ever follow rules?" She retorted and sat down to enjoy her meal.
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She lay in her bed, trying to fall asleep but not being able to. Dinner with Mulder had been great. Once they had finished the food, they had discussed the case. She hadn't told him about Mollie seeing her necklace in the dream. She didn't understand it.
How could she explain it to Mulder?
At 9, Scully had excused herself to her room to get some sleep. They were going to go over to police headquarters in the morning to get the files on Tommy. Then they were going to find the medical records for Mollie's relatives since all of their deaths were ruled natural and the police wouldn't have the files anymore. Was it possible that someone from Mollie's dreams was actually killing these people? That was Mulder's theory. He thought that the redhead was somehow killing them. Could it be true? It sounded pretty crazy, but then again, everything she had seen in all her years with Mulder had been crazy.
The curtains hanging over the windows moved gently, as if a wind had blown by. Was the AC on? She guessed so because a breeze blew by her and she suppressed a shiver and pulled the blankets up tightly around her shoulders. She closed her eyes but snapped them open quickly. Someone was in the room, she could feel it. She reached up and turned the bedside light on, casting a dim light on the room, making shadows elongate on the walls.
"Is someone there?" She looked around.
She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to see if someone was hiding in there. Nothing. No one was in the room. She shook her head and smiled as she made her way back to the bed.
"You're getting too paranoid." She berated herself and switched off the light.
She closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep. If she had kept them open one moment longer she would not have missed the curtains ruffle as a figure of a woman stepped out from behind them and made her way towards the bed where the sleeping Scully lay.
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It was so dark. Darker than anything she had seen before. Everywhere she looked was black. She turned around in a complete circle. Where was she? She turned around again and gasped. A woman stood in an aura of red light. She was staring at Scully with her icy blue eyes. Instantly, Scully recognized the woman as the one Mollie had described from her dreams. Her long red hair gently moved in an invisible wind. She opened her mouth. "Leave." Was the word that trickled out. "Why? Who are you?"
Scully asked, frozen in place. A loud cackle erupted from the woman. "It is not your concern." She replied and Scully picked up on an Irish accent, a very heavy one. "It is! Why are you doing this to Mollie? Why are you hurting her?" "She deserves it."
"Why? What has she done that's so terrible?" A bright flash of light burst through the darkness and another woman, a beautiful dark-haired woman, appeared next to the evil one. Scully watched the scene play out in front of her eyes. The redhead jerked her head towards the new woman. "Morgayne." She said in greeting. "What are you doing, Kiara? You have no power over this woman. You shouldn't be here." The new woman said and shook her head, the long black curls bouncing back and forth at her waist. "If anyone shouldn't be here it is her!" The redhead, Kiara, yelled pointing at Scully. "Leave her alone, she is not here for you. Leave." Morgayne cried out, lifting her hand, and the redhead disappeared as a red light engulfed her. "I'm sorry." Morgayne said and turned from Scully. "Wait, who are you? Why is she doing this to Mollie? Is she the one killing everyone?" Scully cried out to her. "I am Morgayne, she is Kiara. She is doing what she can, what she is allowed. I'm just glad you're finally here Dana. I need help. Kiara is becoming stronger. I can't do this alone anymore." She said and turned back to look at Scully. "Will you help me?" She echoed Mollie's words and disappeared. "Wait, no! Come back!" Scully screamed and fell as the ground broke away.
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She darted awake, gasping and shaking. She mentally tried to calm herself. What the hell had just happened? That couldn't possibly have been a real dream. It was just a dream born of suggestions. Mollie had described them so she was susceptible to the images and of course would have a dream about them. Yea that was it. It wasn't real. It wasn't anything to worry about, so why couldn't she shake this scared feeling and calm down?
She sighed. Mulder always calmed her, maybe she should see if he was still up.
She up out of the bed and crept over to the adjoining door. Through the wall she heard the sound of the TV and knew he was still up. She lightly knocked on the door and opened it. He was sitting on the bed propped up with pillows at the headboard, watching the TV. At least he was ready for bed, wearing some long plaid pajama bottoms and his gray T-shirt she loved. He looked over at her, curious as to why she was there.
"Scully, what's wrong?" He asked, getting up and moving to where she stood at the door.
"I...I couldn't sleep. Mind if I stay over here for a while?" She asked and looked up to meet his eyes. Maybe she would tell him about the dream later, not now.
"No, no it's ok. I only have one bed though." He touched her shoulder and shrugged.
"That's fine." She said and walked over to the bed and sat down next to where he had been sitting. He looked a little stunned but got back in bed next to her.
"So, what are we watching?" She looked at the TV.
"Oh just something on the Discovery channel about the Loch Ness Monster."
"What, no porn?"
"Nah, I've already seen all the in-house movies. A guy can only take so much you know." He smiled and offered. "If you want, I can change this to something you want to watch."
"No, this is fine." She said as she settled into the bed some more. His room was a little colder than hers and she couldn't hold back the shiver that ran through her. Cold rooms and drying sweat didn't mix well.
"You cold?" He asked and looked over at her with concern.
"A little." She nodded.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side. She gently molded into him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks." She smile into his T-shirt.
"My pleasure." He said and returned his attention back to the TV.
After a few minutes she sighed and closed her eyes, reveling in the sound of his heartbeat and constant up and down motion of his chest. Finally she fell into a quiet, dreamless sleep.
Continued in Chapter 6
