End Search IV
Written by : Lady of Ghostly
Disclaimer : The characters of Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Samantha Mulder and Walter Skinner are the property of Fox, of 1013 and creator Chris Carter.
Spoilers : All chapters referring to Samantha. Located in the seventh season before "All Things"
Summary: The most anticipated event becomes an irreparable tragedy.
Type: Much Angst and UST.
Note: For the preparation of this report, the episodes "Sein und Zeit" and "Closure" never existed.
Huge drops fell on the car, causing a slight but constant pounding. Scully led alternating glances between the road that stretched before and her partner. Mulder held the same position since he had climbed into the car.
Scully began to wonder if, indeed, was the best option and try to take him to the hotel serve you without someone who specializes in this type of trauma. In a hospital receive appropriate treatment, but perhaps what Mulder needed at that time was a friendly face, and not strangers who Psychoanalysis and will saturate the blood with drugs.
heating was turned on minutes before, trying without much success that his partner recovered the body heat. His clothes were soaked attached to his body shivered and her teeth so hard that she feared could rompérseles.
Scully moved for a moment the right hand steering wheel and removed a lock of brown hair down her forehead. It was the first time they ventured to touch it since I found in a catatonic state and slightly reduced its concern that not startled.
saw the neon sign of a motel within 200 meters and advanced to the parking lot. Was almost empty, it seemed that there were not many guests that night. He held one of the spaces in front of the reception and stopped a moment before going down, again questioning his conduct.
recalled how earlier times, Mulder had mellowed in his arms without the intermediation of sedatives, and it was decided. Got out and went to the reception, where he requested a double room. At no time crossed his mind to ask separate rooms.
The receptionist offered to help in bringing Mulder to the room, which fortunately was quite close. He wondered what he would have been the poor man, but not expressed concern. Whatever the problem, the petite redhead who accompanied him seemed able to control alone.
Scully thanked him for his help and kind man withdrew her not to hesitate to call if I needed again. Mulder led to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, as she turned on the heating. He opened the hot water tap, and while waiting for the tub is filled, he approached his impassive companion. Had hardly moved since the tragedy, no But in his eyes something had changed, it might be a little spark of hope he saw in them, perhaps only your imagination praying that he recover from this trance, but what is certain is that he was still watching each their movements. And somehow or another ... this was a breakthrough.
- I'll give you a bath to warm you right? I'm going to take care of everything - but not manifest in his body, he knew his voice soothed him, he always had. He crouched before him and began to undress, first removing shoes and socks.
Mulder moved that allowed the intrusion. It was a demonstration of As trusted her. But in her mind, Scully could not help feeling that, somehow, what he did was wrong. Nevertheless, he continued his task. He pulled the black jacket and shirt wet. He removed his jeans, and after the last piece devoid of guarding their privacy, holding the waist, dragged him into the tub. Mulder introduced him and instinctively curled up inside, leaning forward with his arms tightly around your knees.
- In a while you'll feel better. - I encouraged him sitting on the edge of the tub, and began to lather her smooth back. As I bathed saw the tremors decreased, and your muscles tense before, they relaxed. Decided enough was enough when the water began to cool. - Ready - said softly, helping her up. She wrapped him in a soft towel and guided him to the toilet seat to dry. - How do you feel? Better? - Mulder raised his head toward his companion and nodded slightly, by releasing the first smile of Scully. The
dried as best he could, guided him to the bed and helped him put a pair of cotton pajama acted gray shirt and his unconditional. Scully wondered if I had several of those, or is that just do not wash ever. Should come first it gave off a rich smell, as its owner.
He removed the bedspread and blanket to lie down Mulder. He lit the lamp placed on the table at night, imagining that this would feel more comfortable. Mulder fell on one side, his back, but when he saw Scully took a few steps away from him, stretched his hand towards her.
- Here I am, I will not - he promised squeezing her hand, kissing her tenderly. - I'll just call to tell Skinner that we are well - without leaving Mulder, pressed on his cell phone number playback of Skinner. After disconnecting the call, your senses re-focus on their partner. A lock of her hair slid over his forehead, giving him a look adorable.
Only then, he noticed that his clothes were wet, and was moving into the bathroom, but not before reassuring his frightened companion. When he left, Mulder had not moved an inch from his place and his eyes were closed. He thought he was asleep. Silently, he began to collect his things into his bag and hung up wet towels on the tube where fixed the shower curtain.
When he finished, he leaned against the back of the bed, and closed his eyes trying to rest for a few minutes, but knew he could not. Tonight either get to sleep. Expected not to have to provide a sleeping pill, did not want sedation, end up acting like a doctor. That night he needed as your friend.
- Scully? - Heard a shaky and raspy voice. He opened his eyes immediately and found Mulder watching her, lying on his back in bed. Did not know how long he had been stationed at her in that position. Did not feel it move. Perhaps if she had overcome tiredness for a few seconds. - Are you mad at me? - He asked with a charming innocence. Scully said nothing, only held him in her arms, as if it were a small child. Sometimes it seemed that it was actually the word adult does not suit him well at times, especially when the memories of his traumatic childhood inveighed strongly, making it vulnerable.
kissed his head and covered his arms as best he could. Bore the weight of his body, wishing he were not so great, or maybe she was not so small, to embrace it to their liking.
not need to respond to your question with words, Mulder fully understood at that time, the last thing he thought his partner was that he had returned to betray.
suddenly felt his body shaking Scully against his, and then a couple of timid sobs, as if it refused to mourn openly in front of it. He lifted the makeshift hiding in her womb, only to lead him to his chest, where his hands began a subtle journey through his broad back, giving full confidence to unleash all her pain.
Mulder let the tears out of their eyes without any resistance. Scully knew he would not think less of him because I saw mourn. Probably feel pathetic when he returned to normal, but at the moment did not care.
Scully did not bother to speak, gesture many times between them, expressing more than words. He emphasized his embrace, saying quietly that he shared their grief, that while the world was torn over their heads, they would together. Mulder
gradually ceased to mourn, but not separated from Scully. On the contrary, clung closer to her. Remained oblivious to the world, less than those providing security.
Scully, feeling began to shake again, pulled the comforter and covered it, avoiding a lot of movement. Mulder seemed to be falling asleep. His eyes were closed, but reopened immediately. Seeing this, Scully began to whisper an old lullaby her mother used to sing when I was a girl. It always worked, and this time with Mulder, had the same effect.
His breathing calmed, and after a few minutes began to snore softly. Scully smiled at the relaxed appearance of his companion, and decided to sleep well, but distracted by a knock at the door.
Cautiously, got out of bed and opened the door, finding his deputy standing in the hallway.
- Hello - Scully said.
- Hello - Skinner said - How is he? - Asked looking down into the room.
- Well, as far as can be expected. Just fall asleep - Skinner nodded. Calmed After hearing his words. He thought he was going to meet a worst case scenario.
- I sent a blood collate ... Samantha, with whom we have to Mulder in Quantico, but I do not throw something different than what we already know. Both of us have seen before y. .. Samantha clones -
- Yes, I know - cut off - But still need to make sure - they looked without knowing what to say for a few seconds.
- Well, now leave them alone. I will be in the next room in case I need. - Said goodbye. Just before going to his room, he turned around to confirm the time would come back to Washington DC the next day. After
this brief conversation, each went to his room. Scully lay on one side of the bed, observing his companion to sleep, hoping he could rest until the next morning without further shocks.
stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. Then he drew a little effort into it. Mulder, unconsciously, sought to conform to the body that sheltered, crossing one arm over his waist and placing her head on his chest.
- Sleep well my angel - whispered crossing his hands through his brown hair, feeling blessed to have him in your life, and proud, because the tragedies continued hitting him, instead to destroy, only managed to make it a stronger person.
* * * Location unknown
In a big white room, stocked with medical equipment, a woman of fair complexion, brown wavy hair and thin, lay dormant for sedatives supplied in a metal stretcher.
A group of men worked around it, making strange and endless tests led by the man to watch carefully each of the procedures performed through a large window located on the side of the room.
He took a cigarette to his mouth, thinking how close that their project had been on be dismantled, but that now, not worried. The traitor had paid dearly for their audacity. At that time, his followers should have done his order.
Giving one last drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shiny shoes. Followed, took a last look at the test subject, and left the place, ready to make this experiment run its course without further interruption. FIN
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24/07/2005
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