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Chapter 3 – Sam and Scully

Just so you won't get lost, the scene coming now is a sequel of chapter 1. If anyone gets confused, send me a message!

In chapter 1:

Scully was dialing her partner's number again, when she heard knocks on the door.
She checked her clock, it was five fifteen a.m. Scully was still dressed in her working clothes. Her partner had the keys to the room so obviously that wasn't him.
"Who is it?" She asked grabbing her gun immediately. No one answered. If that was Mulder playing around at 5 a.m. he would be in serious trouble. Scully was a short woman, but more threatening than she looked for sure.
The answer didn't come, even though the person knocked again on the door.

"Who is it?" She asked again, now annoyed. Again no one answered, but kept on knocking.

"Shit". Scully whispered, she positioned her gun and walked slowly to the door.
Her hands touched the doorknob shaky. She unlocked the door and opened it fast, already aiming her gun to whoever was on the door.

Her eyes went wide opened in disbelief, when she saw herself face to face to the very Samuel Winchester, one of the brothers they were looking for, also holding a gun aimed to her. He looked young, she had seen his photo, but through pictures, she hadn't realized the so dangerous man was so young. He was aiming the gun at her and at the same time, his eyes were apologetic, as if it was the only way he had found to do what he was doing.

"We need to talk". He said lowering the arm in which he held the gun, showing her he meant no harm.

Now:

Scully was still astonished. She would have never thought Sam would come straight to her door, mainly when he was aware the FBI was after them. She was even more astonished after he handed his gun to her. The brothers had become a kind of legend among the FBI agents and cops in many states. They were the Houdini brothers, the brothers who could escape from prison and a bank surrounded by cops. Still, there was Sam, right in front of her holding his hands up. Scully automatically took his gun and kept her own aimed at him. Her deep blue eyes were staring at Sam intently, her jaw slightly dropped. If she wasn't use to some procedure, she would probably just stay there, frozen in wonder looking at him.

"Agent Scully right?" Sam asked bringing her back from her thoughts. Sam had the most innocent look in his eyes. Scully was good at judging people and she wasn't able to see any kind of evil in Sam.

"Samuel Winchester. Put your hands behind your head. Now. You have the right to remain silent…". She wanted to say something else, but years and years of training and busting people also made those words automatic to her.

Sam let out a sigh and interrupted her before she finished the memorized speech.

"Look. I really didn't come here for this. I know you and your partner are after us and I know you weren't expecting to see me. I'm also sure agent Scully, you're smart enough to know, I wouldn't come here unless I had to".

He had Scully's attention. Of course, two people wanted by the FBI wouldn't dare show up in some FBI agent's door right? Unless he had a really good reason to do so. Scully wasn't sure she wanted to know what his reason was.

"What are you here for than?" Scully took the courage to ask, still aiming her gun steadily at Sam.

"Can we talk inside?" Sam was feeling uneasy and kinda vulnerable at the door with a gun being pointed at him.

Scully let out a sigh, her guts said she could trust him, let him in, listen to what he had to say. Her profession was telling her the opposite.

Good thing for Sam that Agent Scully learned to trust her instincts while working with Mulder. In most situations she followed her guts instead of following protocol.

Scully was always amazed with Mulder's instinct. His crazy theories were usually right. That's how she learned how important it was to trust that little voice within.

"Don't make any sudden moves". She said allowing Sam to get in. He nodded his head and stepped inside still holding his hands up. Scully followed him with her gun and closed the door behind them.

"Spill it" Her eyes focused on his once again. Sam swallowed hard. She was quite different from many agents he had crossed paths with. He took a deep breath and gathered the courage to tell her the reason why he was there.

"I know how all this is gonna sound, and believe me, I don't have time to sugar coat this for you or explain this in any other way". Sam started; he had said these same words so many times before. It never sounded believable.

"My brother and I were working on a gig and the gig caught up with us faster then we'd have thought". He paused again, so far so good, now he had to spill the worst part. What the gig they were working on was, and what was happening to Mulder and his brother.

"Your partner was chasing my brother last night and apparently they were both caught by the demon of fear." There, Sam said it.

Scully gave Sam a look he was totally used to seeing. She probably thought he was mocking her or worse, thinking he had lost his mind.

"Let me finish". Scully moved her lips but no sound came out. "I could have asked someone else for help, but I came to you instead. Your partner was also caught, I figured you would want to be a part of this. And I'm not asking you to find him and my brother while I sit and wait. I'm asking you to come with me, not the other way around".

Scully had seen demons before; she had seen a whole lot while working in x files with Mulder. Things science couldn't explain. She learned she could not trust science as much as she wished. For some reason though, a demon of fear didn't sound like something real, like something she could believe, even after all these years.

"Gimme a good reason why I should believe you and not just take you in right now?" She asked challenging Sam.

"Cause if we don't find them fast, whether you believe me or not, they might die and I'm the only one who knows how to track it down and get rid of it. Or at least I'm working on it. Is your partner's life reason enough agent Scully?" Sam could sure hit a nerve easily.

"How do I know your brother hasn't gotten Mulder captive somewhere and you're just luring me there?" Deep down she knew he wasn't up to that.

"Look in my eyes agent Scully. Can't you tell if I'm lying or not? Demons are real and this one can drive people mad until they finally kill the victims. We don't have time for bull. I don't have time to convince you. So just follow your guts, cause if you won't help me, I'll find someone who will".

For another second she tried to figure him out. Mulder sorta attracted those odd situations to himself, nothing was really impossible.

"Can I…move? Take something in my pocket?" Sam asked slightly moving his hand.

Scully narrowed her eyes allowing it. Sam reached his pocket and got Mulder's badge from it. He opened it and showed it to Scully.

"Where did you get this?" She asked grabbing the badge from his hand.

"I found it in the alley; I think it fell from his suit when the demon got 'em."

Sam held his thought for a moment. Maybe there was a more explicit way to explain to Scully what the demon of fear did to its victims.

"My brother Dean was caught by a jinn once. He almost died. The jinn is quite the opposite from this demon. He traps the person into a sort of dream world, which looks real to the victim, and everything is wonderful and your life is all you ever wanted, than little by little, the jinn feeds on the victims till they die. The demon of fear traps it's victims in a world very real to the victims as well, where they'll be facing their fears. It's far worse cause even if we find them alive; they might have already … already gone crazy. It also feeds on them."

Scully stared at Mulder's badge and at Sam. She wasn't willing to risk her partner's life to follow protocol. In case Sam was indeed a threat, she could always use her gun. She put her gun down and nodded her head. Sam also put his hands down relieved.

"How do you know about all this stuff?" She asked sitting on her bed, letting all of Sam's words sink in.

Sam was so tired of being entitled as the bad guy, or listening to the same thing about Dean. They had sacrificed so much to save strangers, to send evil sons of bitches back where they belonged and still, they had the cops on their tail. That wasn't fair to him, to Dean or to all the things that happened to his family.

"It's a lot to consider I know. But there's a supernatural world agent Scully. A world with ghosts, monsters, demons and many other things".

Scully once again looked at Sam's eyes and suddenly his expression had changed. He looked like a lost kid; he had his puppy look in his eyes. He looked like someone who just needed a break from all that, someone who had been through so much. Scully began to wonder how that boy in front of her could be in the FBI's list. Sam took another breath and continued.

"Dean and I take care of them, we save people from them. That's all we've done since we were kids, it's all we've ever known, it's what we do every day".

Sam didn't really need to tell that to Scully. She knew there was another world beyond the one people lived their lives normally day after day, running errands, shopping, working as if nothing else was happening around them. She knew better than that, Mulder also knew better than that. Their corrupted government was not to be trusted, let alone was the sanity of a simple world where only human beings were to live. No, not for someone who had seen monsters too, and faced her inner demons. Someone whose partner had been abducted by beings from another planet, someone who had almost died from an extra terrestrial cancer.

She was touched, but right now she couldn't show any kind of feeling, she had to be tough until she was sure Mulder was safe and sound.

"Well Sam, I save people too. And I'm on an assignment, which means I can't really come back empty handed. But we're going to save agent Mulder and your brother first".

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Since the last time Mulder saw Scully, right after he woke up in that strange, twisted room, he had no idea how much time more had passed. Everything had been just a blur, there were moments he would open his eyes and see a different room, a normal one with brown walls, where his body felt tired and weak, but there was no pain, and his hands were free. He was never able to stay focused too long in this brown room. Other times when he opened his eyes, he was back in that room, with the leather straps holding his wrists firmly, and not much would change around there. In this twisted room he felt numb pretty much all the time, his arms were sore and bruised. He was guessing every time whatever drug they were giving him wore off, he would struggle, even though he had no recollection of any struggle, the bruises simply showed up on of the times he had a few minutes of clarity.

The man who had brought Scully in would come and go constantly, always laughing, always looking at Mulder in a wicked way.

His throat was dry and he felt like the blood in his veins was burning like fire.

"Water" He croaked. There were a few men in this room now. The twisted room. He couldn't recognize any of them. The only one he could remember the face of, was an old man who carried Scully. His mind was messed up, he had no time to think about Scully, to worry about her.

"What does he want?" The man sharpening a silver instrument asked.

"Water" The other said in a mocking tone.

"Sure, give him water". The man said with a perverse look in his eyes. "We can even entertain our guest with some live TV display".

A young man, maybe the youngest Mulder had seen so far suddenly entered the room holding in his hands a big bucket.

"Our guest is thirsty". One of them said, holding a remote control in his hands. The youngest nodded his head and approached Mulder.

Mulder was already regretting his request. The young man poured all the freezing water from the bucket over Mulder's head and chest, taking him from his numb state. He spit some water and breathed fast catching his breath.

He felt the chills run through his skin, stiffening his chest and some exposed parts. Mulder tried on his bonds struggling in vain, hurting his hands and ankles even more.

"You son of bitch". He croaked unable to scream. "What the hell do you people want?" Dumb question, if there was something Alex never needed was a good reason to deliver Mulder's head for the one paying the higher price.

"We want to show you the truth you seek". The man with the remote spoke and he pushed a button. Mulder heard an electric sound and suddenly he felt a shock running through his body, hurting him most where he was wet. He let out a hoarse scream. It's hard to really determine what a shock feels like. It's almost like a painful adrenaline running through your body stiffening your muscles, burning you from the inside out. Mix that with water and you double the pain.

Mulder was breathing heavily now, his chest was going up and down fast.

"What has Alex promised you uh? The map to the little green men planet?" Mulder mocked with a faint smile.

"Oh Mr. Mulder. He already gave us what we wanted. In fact there's something I'd like to share with you".

"Really? Wait, I know. You'll say there are no little green men. There's no government conspiracy and area 51, and maybe you'll tell me they never really thought of making pistachio ice cream and I would get very sad". Mulder said between catching his breath and clearing his sore throat.

The man gave Mulder no reply; he simply pressed the button once again and sent another shock wave through Mulder's fragile body. He let out another scream and felt his hands turning into a fist as his body squirmed involuntarily.

The man seemed to get his jollies from seeing Mulder's body contorting, reacting to the shock.

"Damn it!" He said biting his bottom lip in an attempt to ease the pain. "That was not necessary." Mulder whispered with more difficulty this time, it was harder to breath.

"Keep up the smart remarks and you'll never see Scully again" Mulder's expression changed right away.

"You hurt her and I promise I will…"

"You'll what? Your partner is a great guinea pig for our experiments and there's nothing you can do. You can only sit and wait. I figured you'd wanna know that".

TBC…

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