Chapter 4

See Disclaimer in the default chapter. The story from here on is PG-13, and I should have changed the rating in the front by now.

Strife: State your whole real name.

Mulder: William Donavan James.

War: Will, from now on you will be named Famine, And your mistress will have no name.

(Mulder turns around and eyes scully for a second then turns to face the other members.)

Death: Now a trial, what would you do if when the apocalypse calls for our help?

Mulder: I would first make sure that it couldn't rain anymore. Next I would cast fire on all the crops in the world. When the humans are in turmoil, I would cast out a epidemic on all the livestock and animals big and small. By then I would let strife make the people attack one another, being in pain from hunger. From there war could make strife's fighting catastrophic and worldwide wartime. Death could finally kill everything left, including the planet.

Death: Your knowledge of the best way to bring the ending is phenomenal and straight forward, I like you. Strife, War do you agree?

Strife: I do.

War: As do I.

War: Good, You Famine are now a member of the horseman, as a show of our gratitude you and your mistress will stay here for the night.

Mulder: Quite.

War: Mistress? Show these two to their room, and Famine please enjoy yourself. (he said that as he winked toward the still hooded scully. Mulder got the dirty message and looked at scully also.)

Mistress War: This way my lord.

(Mulder and scully followed them into the rather large cave. A door was at the far right, The duo entered and there was an large hall with four doors in each corner marked with a colored horse. Mistress war lead them to the yellow one and opened the door. The room had a closet full of suits and robes, a bathroom, and one small bed.)

Mulder: thank you.

(Mistress war bowed and hurried to the red door. Scully shut the door behind them. There was rubbing oil, towels, soap, shampoo, ect; you knew right away it was stocked. Mulder smiles broadly.)

Mulder: Now I know what the mistresses are for.

Scully: In your dreams. Mul- I mean famine what are we going to do now.

Mulder: Sleep I guess, I'm beat.

(Both of the veteran agents eye the small two person bed the glance at each other.)

Mulder: Sleepy time. (he takes off his tie and throws it toward the bathroom. Scully sighs and takes down her hood. "Editors Note: I have always seen mulder and scully in the show strip in the same room, and it pegs me that even in the early years that they are that comfortable with each other.")

Scully: I'm guessing that they don't want to feed us either.

(mulder un buttons his shirt and takes it off to show his under shirt. Scully makes her way to her overnight bag and then heads to the bathroom with an arm full of her pjs. Mulder looks into his overnight bag and pulls out night bottoms, takes off his pants and dons the bottoms in one slick motion. Scully exits the bathroom and climbs into the bed. Mulder smiles and turns off the light. He then climbs in after his partner.)

Scully: Uh, what are you doing?

Mulder: Well I figure if they come to wake us in the morning it will look like we are for real. Anyways it won't complicate our situation. (He then slides up close to her and puts one arm around her waist. Scully looks comfy, and does not complain, while mulder falls asleep instantly.)

(It cuts to Strife leaning his ear to the rooms door.)

Strife: This will complicate things for you.

~Romance