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   Title: While My Pretty One Sleeps   
   Author: Sara B. E-Mail:  sabo727@tampabay.rr.com   
   Feedback: Greatly appreciated  - PLEASE   
   Spoilers: En Ami   
   Category: Angst   
   Rating: PG - Adult Themes   
   Summary: C.G.B. Spender's thoughts while watching Scully sleep.   
      
   Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to C. Carter and   
   Co., Fox and the wonderful actors who breathed life into written   
   words, most notably G. Anderson and D. Duchovny who were able to   
   make us believe in the improbable.  The story belongs to me.   
      
   Archive: If you want it go for it just let me know.  Thanks.   
      
   Gratitude: To Kim K. who corrects my OH so many mistakes and is   
   brave enough to say `what the heck is that suppose to mean?'   
   To Dennis for always being there (even when I'm not sure I want   
   him there.).   To the readers who with their kind benevolence will   
   provide me with feedback that will nurture my soul - HINT HINT!   
      
   While My Pretty One Sleeps   
   Sara B.   
      
   He watched her sleep.  Red hair fanned over the white pillow and her   
   body so still.  Only the slight snuffling noise of her breathing   
   spoke that she lived.   
      
   Why was she here?   
      
   She hadn't been what he'd expected.  Somehow with all the   
   planning and analysis they had gotten her all wrong.  Five   
   underlings wheedled through stacks of profiles for months to find   
   the right partner for Mulder.  One that would lead him to the path   
   of his ruin.   
      
   The search had started as soon as Fowley's transfer was ordered.   
   They had dangled Diana in front of him, allowed him a `taste'   
   before they pulled her away, Diana Fowley.  Diana had been the   
   perfect agent.  She was hungry for power and stopped at nothing.  At   
   least until... that is another story.   
      
   Diana had been in place for three years and it was time to move her   
   out, to force Mulder into position.   
      
   This one had been chosen.  The plan was that Dana Scully would   
   dismiss the lunatic in the basement office.  Shun him and ridicule   
   the man.  Being the skeptic she was ensured it.  A scientist would   
   never take the X-Files seriously.  The result would whet the   
   man's appetite for someone who believed him.  To return to   
   someone he already knew and trusted.  He'd return to Diana.   
      
   That was the plan.  But it all went out the window when they chose   
   this woman.  She surprised them all.  Not only did she not dismiss,   
   shun or ridicule Fox Mulder she supported him.  She gave him her   
   science to help substantiate his wild claims.  Dana Scully believed   
   in Mulder.  Oh yes, Dana Scully may not believe in his beliefs but   
   she believed in the man. Not because she was ordered to but because   
   that was who she was.       			   
      
   Dana was lovely.  Not his type, no not at all.  But she was a   
   beautiful woman.  He'd preferred women who by their very presence   
   changed the temperature of a room.  Women who turned heads as they   
   passed and were always just a little too good for him, or so they   
   thought.  He loved that feeling of power he had when they   
   succumbed.  When he overcame their aloofness.  Women like Teena   
   Mulder.  			   
      
   He remembered the moment when his old bunk mate, Bill Mulder,   
   introduced them.  Until that moment he never understood the   
   term "sparks fly."  Two weeks that was all it took.  Two   
   weeks and he was sampling the fruits of her passions.  Theirs had   
   been a fast and furious affair that burned hot but didn't have   
   the time to burn out and smoldered still.   
      
   The order from above came, put a halt to it.  It was never clear how   
   anyone knew but they had.   There was no option but to comply.   
   He'd broken one of the few rules in this game.  He'd broken a   
   trust with one of the Consortium.  It didn't matter that Bill   
   never knew, someone did and he paid for it.  Yes he paid dearly for   
   it, but he'd taken his punishments without complaints,  they were   
   right.   
      
   The night the affair ended he'd tried to break it up   
   `softly.'  Their lovemaking was slow and tender but he could   
   feel that she knew something was going on.  He'd been as gentle   
   as he could but still there were tears and acrimony.   
      
   Encounters in recent years proved she still harbored anger and some   
   hatred.   
      
   He supposed that once her marriage to Bill ended they could have   
   seen each other again.  By then he'd reached a level of power   
   that would have made that possible.  He could have pursued it but he   
   knew that Bill still loved her and he still needed Bill Mulder.  All   
   was lost when he ordered Bill's execution.  Even he was not   
   monstrous enough for that.	   
      
   Teena Mulder had been his one.  His only one.  She was his ideal by   
   which he compared all others.  He wasn't a saint, he took his   
   pleasures when he wanted but everyone paled in comparison.   
   Including that poor creature Cassandra, the woman he finally   
   married.   
      
   Teen Mulder was in his blood so he decided to remain a bachelor.  A   
   month after the affair ended, orders came down along with a name and   
   a complete dossier.  Cassandra Wykes was the daughter of one of the   
   old guard.  Again they gave him no choice.  She too, was not his   
   type.  Cassandra was fair and thin, pretty but common.   Cassandra   
   didn't know how to challenge him she was compliant, always   
   giving.  Cassandra was `old' in her thirties.  At a time when   
   most women came into their own she was spent.   
      
      
   The marriage was quickly arranged.  Cassandra never raised any   
   objections and he always suspected that she was in a similar   
   situation as he, no choice.  They met, he wooed her and they went to   
   Vegas for a quickie wedding.  Three months from introduction to fate   
   accompli.   
      
   He'd been stationed at Edwards when orders came through for   
   transfer to Fort Bragg.  He'd been at Bragg only two days when he   
   ran into Bill Mulder.  Bill had heard of his marriage and insisted   
   the four of them meet for dinner.   
      
   He was not a man used to feeling apprehension, but apprehensive he   
   was as he walked into the restaurant.  He was sure Cassandra knew   
   something was bothering him something more than a dinner with some   
   old friends, she held tightly to his hand.   
      
   The Maitre D escorted them to the table where Bill and Teena already   
   sat.  He purposely didn't look at Teena while he introduced his   
   new wife.  His eyes moved of their own volition and sought her out.   
   His jaw dropped, Teena blushed and Bill started to laugh.  Teena was   
   pregnant, very pregnant.   
      
   He stared until Bill broke the silence, "didn't think I had   
   it in me did you?" His only thought was `no and I still   
   don't.'   
      
   For her part Teena never said anything but he had his suspicions.   
   Suspicions that were confirmed when Bill came into his office with   
   pictures of the newest Mulder; Fox William Mulder, born October 13   
   at 10:47 a.m. after thirteen hours of hard labor.  He weighed in at   
   8lbs 4oz. and was 21 inches.   
      
   Fox, her nickname for him, `my sly Fox.'  Fox William, named   
   for his two fathers.  Fox for the man who planted the seed and   
   William for the man who would raise him.   
      
   The birth of Fox marked the end of his marriage.  He really had   
   tried to make a decent home and be a good, if mostly absent, husband   
   to Cassandra.  But from the moment he saw Teena in her pregnancy   
      
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