Subject: : RANGE OF MOTION BOOK 1 Part 1 of? (WIP)
Author: truthwebothknow1 dragonrider1ntlworld.com Aka Silverdamocles.
Category: casefile. X MT/MSR A (WIP)
Disclaimer. I'm warming them up for Chris second x files film but he can
have them back all healed and feeling much chipper from all the travel they
will be doing in this one. blongs to Fox and CC. Mulder and Scully belong to
David and Gillian.
Rating PG to NC17 fairly graphic MT and disturbing content. Complete
angstorama and worldwide adventure.
Spoilers. anything up to 6th season and after that AU posting in weekly parts hopefully, RL willing.
Archive : Not until it's finished.
Summary: Adversity comes in many forms. M&S: Together they are afraid of
nothing and stronger than granite.
Feedback: I'd appreciate it.
Dedicated to my freind XU, (for your goofy sense of humor, kind
encouragement in writing and belief in my ability. thanks. Carla (for her
excelent friendship) and Joi (for all the encouragement and very cool cajolling
to push me into finishing this.)
Range of Motion Part 1 X Files MT/MSR
Underneath your dream lit eyes, shades of sleep have driven you away,
The moon is High outside and you are far from here.
Breathing shifts your careless head ,Untroubled by the chaos of our lives,
Another day , another night has taken you away my dear.
Last night as you were lying in my arms and I wondering where you were,
You know you looked just like a baby, fast asleep in this dangerous world,
And all the stars were shining brightly, just like a million years before,
And we were feeling very small ,underneath the universe.
You know that I'm going to be the one, who'll be there,
When you need someone to depend upon.
WHEN TOMORROW COMES..... Lennox/Stewart©
Ice blue eyes locked on deep brown , a subliminal quiver passing over their
features like a ghost of something they couldn't yet grasp. . Their breath
duelling like frigid dragons against the eeriness of a night pregnant with
snow. The moon in full phase, casting a haze around the orange of the
street lamps. Silently the flakes fell in some ethereal slow motion dance.
Twisting , swirling . A tingle in the air, as tangible as breathing. The
dragons swirling faster now and dissipating as fast as they formed.
She turned , darkening her ice gaze into the night. Her dragons following
the glare of her gaze. Feather flakes falling on eyelashes, melting into
the flame of her hair. A warm presence on her arm had her turning back to
him. Lips parted in a silent "O". Anxiety met anxiety. Pinched nose, jaw
slack with unease that she felt before he did. She might never feel warm
again.
Silent, too silent, her stomach skittered uncomfortably as she looked away
again at the inky wet blackness of the deserted street. Arms swung wildly in
forward momentum, Ice pulsing in her veins, eyes on fire, She started
running a good three heart beats before the salvo of gunfire richochetted
off glass and brick like hell thunder and fractured the night.
...Mulder!
"MUUUUUULLLLLDERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
42 Hegal Place November 1st. 18 Hours earlier.
"You're not thinking of actually doing this are you, Mulder?"
Tender green eyes met with blue. His eyes were the windows to his gentle
heart. Open for her to see only.
" I have to, Scully. It's the only real chance we have of getting
Bartoc to release the girl unharmed. The phone call was digital but I know
it was him. He said specifically that I was to be alone, or no deal. No
wires and I wasn't to be armed. She would be dead tomorrow night at 11pm."
Scully signed heavily. Her partner was adamant. The grim line of
determination made his bottom lip stick out further than usual. He slid a
CD into his music centre, and then stopped, looking pointedly at her.
Scully closed the distance between them. Emotion crackled around their
bodies like a presence.
"Its suicide , Mulder. There's no guarantee that he will release her
unharmed. Think about it. Why you? Why alone, it feels wrong, like it's
staged. God, Mulder, How do you know he isn't playing with your head? Its
almost as if he planned this to impress just you. An eight-year-old girl who
couldn't match your sister's description better if she tried. He is toying
with you Mulder." Scully took a deep breath and glared at him as if that
would get her point across, at the same time trying to keep the fear and
spidery fingers of dread from invading her voice.
He thumbed the power switch on the CD player and let his head droop to his
chest. The pain that creased his facial muscles ran deep and met the blaze
in his eyes.
" She's a child, Scully, just a little girl with her whole life ahead
of her. Little girl dreams and wonders. I must try for her, how can I not do
this?" He looked down at his partner's tiny hand that suddenly warmed his
ice cold ones and bit his bottom lip. The uncried tears that Scully
harboured in her blue depths almost stilled his heart. He couldn't tell her
that he had his own misgivings about this whole shitty situation but the
pull was too strong. It wasn't about Samantha, not really. His inner voice
sang out but his heart was slow to follow. Whether personal feelings came
into this or not it attacked his heart almost so he couldn't breathe. An
innocent child needed his help. He couldn't not do this. So Bartoc knew
which buttons to press, it might just be coincidence. Scully didn't think
so and she was usually right.
Woman's intuition and all that shit.He couldn't let this lie. If it meant he was in danger.hell that's what Uncle Sam paid him for, wasn't it. Protect and serve. He had to. Tamara Cohen had a chance to be reunited with her loving family, he had to try and make that a reality. He was FBI both he and Scully knew danger came with the job description. This bastard had had her for 7 days already and he had been taunting Mulder by phone at least twice a day.
"I'm doing this, Scully " His face broke out in an unexpected grin and
he waggled his eyes as he leered. "I'll be wearing state of the art Kevlar".
Scully squeezed his hand. Her eyes bore deeply into his.
" .. As sexy as I find that Mulder, its not always enough. This is so
risky and you damn well know it. I admire your tenacity in wanting to
rescue this little girl , I'm worried about her too. but I don't want you
killed either. Let us be nearby with backup. We can hang back. Keep out of
sight but be near enough to come to your aid should you need it. Get a SWAT
team in place to cover you. Skinner will insist anyway. You know that,
Mulder. " He pulled her into his arms and she laid her head against his
chest. Warm and strong. Scully breathed him in. Unique Muldersmell and Musk.
The strong thumping of his heart soothed her as his arms slid over her back,
his fingers dancing erotically, making little circles that made her breath
come out with a sigh. Her fingers dug into his shirt as he held her
tighter. His eyes closed. " Ok" he whispered into her hair. He flipped
the play button on the Cd and they both began to sway to Aretha Franklin .
"Mul.."
"..Shuusssshhh" he breathed into her neck, his dark eyelashes crescent
smudges on his cheeks as he closed out all but her unique scent , and
breath, her lips as they brushed his with fire.
The phone blared through the haunting track, breaking the spell that
enveloped them. A simple everyday sound that managed to make both their
hearts race triple time and increased that inexplicable sense of fear Scully
felt with every ounce of her being, ten fold.
Hegal Place 3.47 am. November 2nd
9 hours before.
Stirring, her eyelids flickered once, twice, light evaded her at first.
Gloom and dread pervaded instead. Each breath was time running away.
Silence could be a deafening entity in the bone chill of a November morning
. The more you tried to push your consciousness through that invisible
ominous wall, the more white noise invaded every cell, every molecule in
your body , pulling it up from the murky depths of night terrors and dreams
like a cat stalking its prey. Sharply expelling, the fearful paralysis of
twighlight, awakening at a rate slower than the rest of the body's senses
could catch up. The reality of the day and what they would do jolted her
the rest of the way into dawn's light. Something turned over inside her
painfully.
A groan escaped her lips. Something icy and sharp clawed deep inside her.
Everything but her mind was so still. Through partially drawn curtains ,small shards of moonlight bled golden streaks across the room as it mingled with the orange of still bright street
lamps, casting an accusatory glare on everything around her. The wind was
howling like some dark poisoned fanged beast , something that she could
never name yet Mulder, with his usual verve would pursue, no doubt. She
shivered under the Navajo blanket. No earthly creature would be out at this
time. In this.
Her eyes peered out across the room from beneath the fleece material,
settling on everything briefly. Shapes strange and disorientating in the
dark. Not her apartment.
Mulder's .
Several beer bottles and an assortment of empty Chinese food cartons
littered the coffee table and gave a clear pointer to why she had ended up
staying. Then she remembered the flat battery in the car. She would have to
get the blasted thing fixed or replaced since the charge was no longer
holding . Ever gallant, Mulder had refused to let her get a taxi home in
such arctic weather . but then maybe they both needed the company last
night. A reason neither wanted to voice. His eyes pleaded , said all he
needed without any verbalisation . He told cheesy jokes, he danced, he
laughed with her, he invaded her mouth, held her close, closer still
,traded racing hearts...
...he ripped the phone from the wall after it had invaded their safe microcosm one more time.
She was here; she stayed and melted into his bare chest like she never
wanted to come out again, letting her troubled thoughts evaporate while she
drowned in the warmth of his racing heartbeat.
The street outside was oddly quiet even for this hour, as if the whole world
had been spirited away by some dark force. The orange glow beyond the
curtains set fire to icy droplets formed on the windows making them look
like bright jewels. The fish tank hummed, the fridge made a noise like
Mulder's abused stomach after a long profile case where he'd forgotten to
eat, and the falling snow outside tinkled against the glass as it was blown
into tiny drifts peppering the windows.
Warmth was all around her, and beneath her , everywhere but inside her.
Rivulets of ice invaded where warm blood should have flowed through her
veins. She snuggled deeper into the source of warmth beneath her, hoping for
an early thaw .
The sofa beneath her had taken on organic form that now shifted and grunted
and felt like a blast furnace. Scully loved this couch but there was barely
room for aerobics with two people lying atop it. Mulder whimpered liked a
fractious toddler and rolled over taking Scully with him and slapping a firm
arm around her waist and holding on like a boa constrictor. The Navajo fell
to the floor letting the freezing air of the room blast their bare skin.
Scully's warm mattress blinked and opened his eyes. They were bleary and
unfocused. She extricated herself from his grip, his sweaty skin tearing
from her like Velcro , as Scully swung her legs over the side and sat up
from his body. Missing the warmth, Mulder, chewed his lower lip as he rolled
onto his back again, flinging one arm behind his head .
..And there he was , her honey painted Adonis with pillow hair, goofy grin
and two days growth of beard!!
He took her breath away, every inch ,cherished and loved. How could she have
lived without this so long. The area around her eyes felt suddenly moist.
Her fingers strayed to an errant lock of hair across his eyes, fingers
softly touching his cheek as she moved her hand away again.
" Hi, Scully? " he smirked, "I do believe you came onto me last night and
I wasn't awake enough to enjoy it."
"For some reason , I don't think either of us were in a fit state to take
full advantage of it ," she indicated the coffee table and its telltale
contents as she lifted the blanked back over Mulder's still grinning form.
Her mouth tasted like the bottom of a Parrot's cage , she thought sleepily
as she tucked the blanket around his waist. "Where did you get that nasty
beer, Mulder? Not something Frohike and the boys knocked off or fermented
themselves was it? " Scully grimaced remembering the rather suspect taste.
"Its from Belgium." he sighed stroking her thigh, fingers lazily crawling
higher. Tickling and making figure 8's on her hip.
"Oh really?" As if that explained everything. " I only had 3 bottles of it
and I have the fuzziest head I've ever had, well at least since Ron and
Nancy occupied that big house down Pennsylvania avenue. " She threw back
lightly as her eyes scanned the room for the wash bag she put down somewhere
the night before. Her toothbrush and paste were number 1 priority. She tried
not to think about the delicious sensations her overtly playful partner was
currently creating.
" You didn't like it Scully? Jeez , I have another 3 crates in the kitchen
closet." He informed her with mock dismay. "Guess I know what to give your
dear brother for his Christmas stocking!!" He looked at her heavy lidded
,almost daring her to stop his fingers from wandering higher up her thigh.
Evil leer all over his face. He might not have been fully awake but parts of
him were applauding and open for business already.
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't want it to go to waste, Scully. Besides, A numb nuts like that
probably couldn't tell that from gun oil."
Scully stifled a laugh ,slapping lightly at his hand as it travelled as far
as it could go without her squealing out loud. Since they had become lovers,Mulder's neighbours had to be copiously supplied with ear plugs, they never once complained. Scully lips suddenly curled in satisfaction at the thought that they probably gave them plenty to complain about, during numerous noisy sessions of "Après Travail" at Chez Mulder, last night they probably got a well earned reprieve in comparison with recent months! Either that or they were just scared stiff of her big bad G man and his bureau issued weapon. Let alone all the other nefarious goings on at his place.
Blue eyes found green as she shot him an amused glance.
" You are so mean this early in the morning. Anyone ever tell you that?
Behave Mulder. I need to go get my teeth sandblasted before they choke me."
She stifled a laugh at the thought of Bill picked on Mulder's Devil's spawn
beer.
Clean teeth then Caffeine. Mulder was her touchstone but coffee was the
Holy Grail for Scully when the slivers of day break cut through to her
consciousness.