Author's Note: Okay, Mulder might be a little OC in this chapter and the next chapter after... But…he is pretty pissed off. I've been having trouble on what kind of revenge Bill should get. This is just a warning. Besides, this is FANFICTION….so, if you don't like what I've done, it's pretty simple: don't read it. Anyways, those who do like this story thus far, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11: Revenge

Both Mulder and Scully had anger for Bill for tearing them apart. Both had no idea that they were both trying to bring payback for Bill. Scully had spoken with her mother to see if they could have dinner together as she knew she would want to see Mulder again. She agreed to dinner as Scully was going to plan on arriving early to help her and to also get back with Bill for what he did to her and Mulder. Scully finished getting ready and gave Mulder a call to let him know she was going over an hour or so early before they needed to be there. He was fine with it as he had some unfinished business to do quickly before dinner. She then made her way over to her family's home.

Scully's Residents
5:00 P.M.

Scully drove over to her mother's house as planned. When she arrived, to her surprise, however, Bill was nowhere to be seen. Scully looked around as her mother walked up to her greeting her.

"Oh honey, thanks for coming over early to help me with dinner," Mrs. Scully smiled.

They hugged as the house was quiet, too quiet.

"Anytime mom…ah, where's Bill?" Scully inquired.

She pulled back, "That's why I'm glad you're here early. He just left about twenty minutes ago. He said he had to go meet up with someone and he would be here just on time for dinner."

Scully froze with a curious look. Bill had to meet up with someone? But who? He hasn't been very social in the last week or so since Sarah was killed in that car crash. And for what he had done to her and Mulder. Who could possibly want to meet up with her brother? Was he going out for a drink with a friend? She watched her mother walk off briskly in a smile and head for the kitchen to continue cooking dinner. Scully removed her jacket and hung it up on the coat hanger next to her. She then made her way through the living room, down the hall and into the kitchen, still completely puzzled by her brother's mysterious meeting.

Miles Away

Miles away, Bill Scully pulled up at a hotel thinking he was going to meet up with a hot woman. After what happened with Sarah and Mulder, he was desperate for a little escape from reality. There was a little hotel inn not far from his parents' place on the main highway. He was told by Mulder to meet her there. He was rather surprised that Mulder was setting him up with someone. Bill parked the car in front of the hotel door and shut the engine off. He slipped out, slammed the door, fixed his shirt and made his way up to the room and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He looked around and then tried the door knob. The door knob was unlocked, to his surprise. He hesitated, but then slowly emerged inside the dark room. He looked around as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Was this a trap? He closed the door behind him.

"Hello?" Bill inquired.

He then took a blow to the head from a blunt object and fell back against the door with a startled scream. Shit. It was a trap.

Scully's Residents

As Scully sat the table she continued to connect the dots in her head to try to figure out what this meeting was about. She was rather disturbed about it. And the fact that Mulder was fine with her going over to her family's home without him, early. She then remembered him saying, "I have something to do first anyways…" She dropped a glass she held in her hand. The glass hit the floor next to her and shattered into a million pieces. He didn't. Shit. He did. Scully's heart raced as her mother ran out.

"Dana, is everything alright honey?" Mrs. Scully asked.

Scully looked down to the shattered glass and crouched down quickly to start picking up the mess she created. Mrs. Scully crouched down next to her to help her.

"Honey, talk to me," Mrs. Scully frowned at her daughter, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing mom, nothing…" Scully lied.

Mrs. Scully then grabbed her daughter's hands lightly. She stopped and looked into her mom's eyes.

"Did Bill say where he was going?" Scully inquired.

"No," Mrs. Scully answered in confusion, "What is it?"

Scully stood up quickly.

"I'll be back in a little while mom, I have to go," Scully said.

"Dana, what's going on?" Mrs. Scully inquired.

Scully dashed off and disappeared without an answer. Mrs. Scully stood up, crossed her arms over her chest and was a bit worried and dumbfounded for her daughter's behavior.

Scully's heart raced. She was very pissed off for what Bill had done, and she knew Mulder was just as pissed. She knew Mulder wouldn't do anything too irrational, but she couldn't help think that possibly he tricked her brother into meeting somewhere and was going to jump him. She decided to talk to the Lone Gunman first for a lead on where Mulder and Bill might have met up. It wouldn't be anything too exposed.

Motel

Bill fluttered his eyes open. He was hit pretty well. Whoever hit him, knew how to use the object well and was very strong. How could he be so stupid to think that this wasn't a trap? C'mon, it was Mulder who set it up after all. Mulder who was completely over the edge and pissed off at him for everything as of lately. But he didn't give a damn about Mulder. He loved his little sister and he knew Mulder wasn't a good man for her. He would do whatever it takes to kill him just like he knew Mulder was doing whatever it takes to kill him as well. They would never compromise together and get along, even if it was just for show. Never.

Bill felt he was tied down to a chair. He struggled and moved, but he was tied down tightly. There was no chance in getting out of this one. Bill clenched his teeth tightly. He hated Mulder. Bill looked around.

"Where are you, you shithead?" Bill snarled.

Mulder stood in the far left corner of the room, opposite side of the bed, listening to Bill struggling and snap at him. Mulder had him next to the window, tied down to the chair as he held his bat in his left hand in anger. He knew sooner or later, Scully would find out what he was up too, but he couldn't keep his anger in towards Bill any longer. Things needed to be settled and they needed to be settled now.

"Mulder!" Bill screamed, "I know you're in here still, where are you? Come out! You sick fuck! Mulder!"

To be continued…