TITLE: Not Alone
AUTHOR: Debbie Cullen
        djc45@hotmial.com
RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
SPOILERS:
SUMMARY:  Mulder and Scully are kidnapped.
FEEDBACK: Please! How else is a girl supposed to know whether she's doing a 
good job?
DISCLAIMER: Anything X-Files I may have used do not belong to me. They 
belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions as well of course as David and 
Gillian who made Mulder and Scully who they really are.
NOTES: I know Mulder and Scully don't belong to me, but I just had to let 
them have a little fun for a change.

NOT ALONE

	I slowly came awake. I feel like I am being pushed down into
the mattress.  I realize that there is something on top of me. I start
to panic until I realize it is Mulder's body. Wtih this realization
comes the knowledge that we are both completely naked.
	As I look around the room, I do not recognize it. Where are
we? How did we get here? Like this?
	I finally manage to pull my arms from between our bodies. I
put one hand on each of his shoulders and gently shake him. There is
no response. All of a sudden, alarms start going off in my head. I
quickly bring my hand up to his neck and feel for a pulse. Thank God,
I find one! I try to wake him again.  This time he stirs slightly.
	I gently slap his cheeks and tell him that he has to wake up.
He slowly wakes, but he is disoriented.
	When he realizes that he's laying on top of me, he quickly
gets up. That is when he realizes that we are both completely naked.
	He sits on the edge of the bed for several mintues, just
staring.
	"Mulder, are you okay?" I ask him.
	"Yeah, I think so. It's just that I ... at least I think I
crawled on top of you."
	"What?"
	"I remember waking up -- at least partially. At first I
thought I was along, then I heard you shivering. I managed to pull
myself on top of you to keep you warm and then I passed out again.
	"Yeah. It is pretty cold in here." He picks up a blanket from
the foot of the bed and throws it to me.
	I spread the blanket out on the bed and crawl underneath.
	"Mulder ..." He turns and looks at me, "What's happening to
us?"
	"I don't know. I remember being in your apartment sharing that
bottle of wine and the next thing I remember is being here!"
	"Me too," I say. I look up at him, standing at the end of the
bed. He's obviously really cold too. I can see the goosebumps from
here.
	"Mulder, get over here and get under this blaniket."
	"Scully ..."
	"Never mind. You're freezing! Just do as you're told!"
	He reluctantly comes over and climbs under the very edge of
the blanket.
	"Mulder? What's wonrg with you? You're acting like you're
afraid of me! I won't bite, I promise."
	"I know ... it's just ... being this close to you ... like
this ..."
	"I think I know where your brain is taking you ..."
	"It's not my brain that's the problem!" he says grinning.
	"Get serious. It's not easy for me either, but we'll have to
explore those possibilities some other time."
	"Promise?" Mulder says with a devilish grin on his face.
	I grab a pillow and smack him with it. "This is serious! Now
bet over here.  This is survival!"
	He slides over closer and we wrap our arms around each other.
<I don't know about him, but I could get used to this ... God, I'm as
bad as he is.>
	They both drift off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
	A couple of hours later, they are suddenly awakened by the
door being violently slammed open.
	Before either of them can react, one man has Scully by the
hair and is dragging her to the far corner of the room.
	Mulder tries to follow but is stopped by the second man in the
room.
	"Mr. Mulder, if you ever want to see her pretty little face
again, I suggest you come with me!"
	When Mulder looks again he sees that the guy has a knife to
Scully's throat.
	"Okay, okay. Just don't hurt her alright?" he replies.
	"Here, put this on, "the man says as he throws him a robe.
	Mulder quickly pulls it on and they head for the door. Mulder
pauses before he exits. "She won't be hurt right?"
	"As long as you do as we say. He will remain here until we
reach our destination. As long as you cooperate I'll call him and she
won't be hurt."
	Mulder shakes his head affirmatively and steps outside.
	I struggle, trying to figure out how to get away from this
guy. He's very strong and has a distinct advantage over me -- he has a
knife to my throat!
	Before I can do much of anything, I feel a jab in my arm and I
am losing consciousness.
	when I come to, I am all alone. The man with the knife is gone
and Mulder hasn't come back either. I try to remain calm and logically
figure out what to do.
	No matter how hard I try to decide what to do, I can't get my
mind off Mulder. Where is he? How is he? Will I ever see him again?
	When that thought crosses my mind, I start to panic. I just
couldn't even contemplate never seeing him again.
	A couple of hours later, what felt like an eternity, the door
opened and he was shoved inside. He stumbled and fell to the floor as
the door was slammed shut and locked.
	I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to him. When I got down
on the floor with him, I saw what they had done to him. His face was
black and blue. He was having trouble breathing and I was afraid he
had broken ribs.
	I put my arms around him and just him.
	After several minutes, I asked him if he thought he could get
up. He said he'd try. With my help, he managed to get up on the bed.
	I took a large towel and tore it into strips. I then took the
strips and wrapped them around his chest. Hopefully that would help if
his ribs were broken. He said that it definitely did help the pain. I
was thankful for that.
	It wasn't until all of this was done that I asked him what had
happened!
	"They beat me, Scully."
	"Why? What did they want?"
	"The cure for the Black Cancer."
	"Why would they come to you for that?"
	"They said that they know I have been exposed. Since I'm not
sick, then I must have the cure ... they refused to believe me when I
said I don't know anything about a cure."
	"Mulder, do you have any idea who these people are?"
	"I wish I did. It might give us a clue as to what to do next."
	"Right now you need to get some rest," I tell him as I pull
the blanket up over him.
	"Scully, come on, you need some rest too."
	"No, I'll be fine in the chair."
	"Like hell, you will. I need to know you're nearby. At least
that way I'll know they're not hurting you."
	How could I argue with that? I kind of felt the same way about
him, so I slipped under the blanket beside him.
	His hand searched for mine under the blanket and I grabbed it
tightly.  That's how we slept all night.
	I woke in the morning before he did. I just laid there and
watched him. He was so beautiful! Even with his face all bruised, he
still was the handsomest man I'd ever seen.
	Then my mind wandered to the other day. Was it yesterday? ...
or the day before? I really couldn't remember. Time was getting away
from me.
	I could still see the look in his eyes when I told him we'd
have to investigate the other possib- ilities another time.
	He had a look of such need and want. I know he in as much as
told me so but I still find it hard to believe that he has those
feelings for me! I've been in love with him for what seems like
forever, but I never seriously considered the possibility of him
feeling the same way. He always seemed to like tall, busty, blondes.
Let's face it. I don't fall into ANY of those categories! I had to
stop this or I was going to end up doing something very
unprofessional. I realize that laying here in bed with him -- both of
us naked -- wasn't exactly professional, but it was survival! (At
least I had to tell myself it was). At the very least, it was mental
survival for both of us. I lean over and gently kiss him on the cheek.
	I want to let him sleep as long as he can, so I gently slip my
hand from his grasp. Before I can even stand up, he is waking.
	I turn back to the bed and say, "It's okay. Go back to sleep.
I'll be right back."
	"'kay," he says as he rolls onto his side, wincing a little as
his injured ribs re-settle. He then dozes off again.
	I go into the bathroom to wash my face and try to make myself
look half-way reasonable. When I look in the mirror, I realize that
may not be possible.
	While I'm in there, I hear the door slam open again.
	I rush out there to try and protect him. I fell like a lioness
trying to protect her young. When I went over towards the bed, someone
grabbed me from behind. Caught by surprise, I let out a yelp.
	When I looked again, the other man had Mulder again. Try as he
might, He couldn't get away. Those injured ribs were still too painful
for him to be able to put up a decent struggle.
	"It's your turn," the man holding me said gruffly.
	"No!" Mulder screamed. The man holding him took the handle of
the gun and smacked him in the head with it. Mulder was out cold. The
man just tossed his limp body back on the bed and then looked at me.
	"Here," he said as he threw me a robe. "Put this on!" As soon
as the guy holding me let go, I tried to go to Mulder.
	The other man simply pointed the gun at his head and stopped
me in my tracks.
	"I thought you'd see things my way," he said, grinning evily.
"Now, put the robe on ... NOW!"
	I grabbed the robe off the floor and quickly put it on. The
man grabbed me again and shoved me out the door. I was relieved,
however, when the other man followed us out the door. At least he was
going to leave Mulder alone -- at least for now.
	When he came to, he had a ferocious headache. It took a couple
of minutes before he remembered what had happened. He looked around,
but no Scully. He called out to her, but there was no reply.
	They must have taken her! What were they doing to her? She
didn't know anymore than he did. By this point, his head was pounding
so badly that he had to close his eyes to avoid vomitting.
	He either fell asleep then or passed out again, because the
next thing he knew, he felt something land on the bed beside him. Then
the door slammed shut.
	When he opened his eyes, Scully was on the bed beside him. It
took him a minute to realize it, but my back was to him and I was
crying.
	He reached out and gently touched my shoulder. I yelped and
flew off the bed.
	"Scully ..."
	When I turned and looked at him, his words died in his throat.
	I was standing there in front of him, bruises, cuts and
scrapes all over my body. I shook from head to toe.
	Mulder got up and came around the bed to me. As soon as he
touched me, I tensed.
	"Scully, what happened? You're acting like you're afraid of
me."
	"No, I'm not. They said that since you wouldn't tell them
about the cure, they'd have to rely on me to give them the information
they required. I couldn't tell them anymore than you could," I cried.
	"Obviously, they tried to make you tell them the information,
but there's something more! I've never seen you like this before.
Please tell me ... let me help you!" he begged.
	"You can't help, Mulder. No one can! Nothing you say or do
will change what they did to me!" I scream at him.
	Mulder sits down on the bed, trying to take in everything I
have said.  Finally it sinks in. He has to stamp down the anger he
feels rushing to the surface.
	"Scully?" he asks as she turns to look at him. Are you telling
me that they raped you?" When he looks in my eyes, he no longer needs
a reply from me.
	"Damn them!" he screams and turns and hits the wall with all
his strength.
	When he turns back to face me, he has big tears in his eyes
too.
	"Can I just hold you, Scully?"
	I agree, but I unconsciously tense as soon as he touches me.
	"Scully," he says as he pulls back to look at her. "You don't
think I could ever do something like that to you ... do you?"
	"No, of course not. I don't honestly know why I'm reacting
like this.  Please be patient with me. Don't give up on me."
	"I could never do that. Let's lay down and try and get some
rest, okay?"
	"Sounds like a good idea," I say tearfully. I need him to hold
me and yet as soon as he touches me, I become hysterical.
	They both lay down on the bed. After several minutes pass,
Mulder asks, "Can I hold your hand?"
	I respond by taking his hand in mine. After a few minutes, I
turn to him.  "Will you please hold me Mulder?" she asks quietly.
	"Are you sure?"
	"Very."
	He easily slipped his arms around me. I held on to him for
dear life and cried. I cried and cried. When all my tears had been
shed, I finally stopped crying.
	Mulder never said a word. He just held me and comforted me as
much as I could let him. Finally we both drifted off to sleep.
	It didn't feel like we'd been asleep very long, when the door
was thrown open once again.
	I struggled to wake up, the exhaustion almost too much for me
to fight. I was suddenly awake when I heard Mulder cry out as he was
ripped from the bed beside me. I was about to beg them to leave him
alone, when I was grabbed and pulled out of the bed as well.
	"Put these on," a man yelled at us as he tossed us each a
robe. I could see the fear in Mulder's eyes and my heart was already
beating a mile a minute.
	Not wanting to antagonize them any further, we took the robes
and quickly put them on. We were both lead outside the room, but once
the door was closed behind us, we were each taken different
directions.
	Mulder was taken to an empty room that had a large mirror on
one wall. He was unceremoniously thrown into the room and told to wait
here.
	I was taken to a similar looking room, only I wasn't left
alone. The man who had led me here, remained in the room and locked
the door. I was getting more and more frightened by the minute.
	He grabbed me and threw me to the floor. Before I knew what
had happened, he was on top of me -- pulling the robe off. I knew
immediately was as going to happen here. I had already been through
this once. These guys weren't exactly what you'd call imaginative. My
greater fear was what was happening to Mulder. Where was he?
	When he looked up at the mirror on the far wall, he could tell
that it was actually a two way mirror. You can imagine his shock when
he saw Scully brought into the room, thrown to the floor and stripped.
	He was on his feet in an instant, banging on the mirror,
begging them to stop. He turned to look when he heard the door open.
The man standing there just laughed.
	"It's very simple Agent Mulder. All you have to do to save
your partner is give us the cure we need."
	He didn't want to cry, but the frustration was more than he
could stand.  What did he have to do to convince them that he didn't
have it!!
	Then his attention was drawn back to the other room when he
heard Scully scream. The man on top of her was pounding into her so
hard, she couldn't hold her screams inside any longer.
	Mulder wanted to break that mirror and climb through into the
other room and kill that dirty rotten bastard -- literally strange him
with his bare hands!
	When he was finally done, he got up, looked directly at Mulder
and laughed.  Mulder totally lost it. He was banging on the mirror,
screaming, cursing!
	The man standing behind him was very calm. "Unless you're
ready to give us what we need, I guess it's my turn now."
	As Mulder lunged for him, he opened the door and slipped out
into the hall, locking the door behind him.
	He was so angry! He could kill them for doing this to her!
She'd been through enough already! She didn't deserve this!
	He wasn't sure if he difted off to sleep or if he passed out
because the next thing he knew, the door to the room was slammed open.
	When Mulder looked towards the door, the light was very bright
and he couldn't see very well. He thought he saw four people this
time.
	That thought instilled even more fear in him. He was about beg
them to leave me alone, when he heard a very familiar, very welcome
voice.
	"Agent Mulder ...?" Skinner asked.
	He looked at him. He'd never been so glad to see anyone
before. Beside him were Langly, Byers & Frohike.
	"Relax Mulder. Ryker's goons are in custody," Byers says. Then
he tossed a bag that landed on the floor beside Mulder.
	"Here's your clothes. We'll wait outside while you get
dressed." Byers says. They all turn to leave.
	"Skinner," Mulder says. "Agent Scully -- she needs help."
	"We know, we caught him too." Skinner says as he lifts his
head and sees Scully being led into the room.
	"Agent Scully needs to see a doctor." Mulder says.
	Before Skinner can reply, Scully adds. "So does Agent Mulder.
Don't let him tell you otherwise."
	"Okay. Get dressed and I'll take you to the hospital -- both
of you." They leave us alone.
	Mulder turns back to me, "You okay?"
	"I ... I g-g-guess," she replies.
	He cups her tiny face in his large hands. "I know you're
scared, but you have to be examined. I know that as a doctor, you know
I'm right." \ "I know from a purely clinical point of view, you're
right. It's ... just ..."
	"If you want me to be there Scully, you know I will."
	"Thank you ... you have to promise me that you'll let them
look after you too. I'm afraid your ribs are broken. They need to be
properly attended to.
	"Okay, okay. I promise."
	"Mulder you're right. I am scared, but I can get through it as
long as I know you're okay," she says as she looks up at him with
tears in her eyes.
	We are almost dressed now. We simply slip our shoes on. Before
Mulder opens the door, I stop him.
	"I meant what I said, Mulder. Someday we will investigate
those other possibilities. I am going to make love to you."
	Mulder takes her in his arms and kisses her deeply and
passionately.
	Before things can get too far out of hand, we reluctantly pull
apart.
	"We'd better go," I say.
	"Yeah," he replies.
	We grasp each other's hands, open the door and walk outside.
	Everything will be okay now. We both know that. We know that
because neither one of us are alone anymore. We have each other. We'll
always have each other.

THE END