From: dana_scully_mulders_protege@hotmail.com   
      
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   Scully impatiently walked behind Mulder as they made their way down   
   what appeared to be an endless hallway. "Mulder, are you sure you   
   know where you're going?"   
      
   Mulder continued walking ahead with his candle in front of him. "How   
   many times have you asked me that tonight, Scully?"   
      
   "I keep asking you hoping you will actually get the answer RIGHT for   
   a change." Scully replied sarcastically.   
      
   Mulder stopped and turned to her.  "Boy, you really know how to hurt   
   someone, Scully." He turned back around and tapped on a door. "THIS   
   is what I wanted to show you." He put his hand on the door handle   
   and slowly turned it causing the door to slowly creak open. He then   
   turned and gestured to Scully. "After you."   
      
   Scully gave him a strange look before walking past him. "What are   
   you up to, Mulder?" She stepped into the room with her candle   
   lighting the way.  As she made her way in, her eyes widened. The   
   room she was standing in was elaborately decorated. A fireplace was   
   in front of a canopy style bed with sheer curtains around it. "Oh,   
   Mulder." She breathed. "This room it's…it's so beautiful."   
      
   Mulder smiled as he took a step inside. "You like it?"   
      
   Scully chuckled. "Like it? It's like….I've stepped back in time or   
   something. As old as this place is…this room looks as if it has been   
   untouched. I mean there are no dust….no cobwebs. It's perfectly   
   intact. How is that possible?"   
      
   Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "There's more. Look on the bed."   
      
   Scully approached the bed and pulled the curtains aside. There lying   
   on the bed was a beautiful blue nightgown with lace surrounding the   
   bodice. And next to it was a long white, lacy robe to match. Her   
   impulse too great, she reached over, picking up the nightgown. "It's…   
   it's so lovely." She ran her hands over it. "So detailed and it   
   doesn't even feel that it's ever been worn. But this nightgown is   
   nothing from this century especially based on the fabric." She   
   looked back at Mulder.  "Just what exactly have we stumbled upon   
   here, Mulder?"   
      
   "I don't know. But maybe this room and that nightgown belonged to   
   her." Mulder answered pointing to a portrait on the wall above the   
   fireplace.   
      
   Scully looked up to see the face of a beautiful lady with dark hair   
   wearing a white dress with a blue ribbon around the middle. She had   
   a slight smile on her face and long French ringlets cascading down   
   her shoulders.  "She looks like a lady of some kind. I mean…someone   
   of distinction, don't you think?"   
      
   Mulder nodded as he gazed at the painting. "I think that's a   
   distinct possibility." He then looked back at Scully. "But right now   
   I think we both should change out of these muddy clothes and into   
   something more comfortable."   
      
   "What do you mean?"   
      
   "What I mean is, you have a nightgown in here. And right next door   
   there is another room with a man's night clothes in which I can   
   change as well."   
      
   "You're suggesting that we wear a stranger's clothing?"   
      
   "You said it yourself, Scully. There's no one else around here and   
   the clothes and rooms here are perfectly intact. What's it going to   
   hurt for one night? I know I sure as hell don't want to sleep in   
   muddy, wet clothes." He held up a finger. "Oh and I forgot to show   
   you something else." He walked over to a door on the other side of   
   the room and opened it. "Inside here,  is what appears to be a deep   
   tub." He waited as Scully walked in behind him. "And over to the   
   side there appear to be different bottles of flowers or something   
   for putting in the water. And…" Mulder pulled back a curtain to show   
   a fountain with running water. "Can you believe it? Running water,   
   HERE in this house!"   
      
   Scully stood completely enthralled by the tub and everything around   
   it.  She walked over and touched one of the bottles, letting her   
   fingers run slowly over it. She closed her eyes as she felt the   
   smoothness of the glass.   
      
   "So, anyway, I was thinking there's this library next door. It's   
   right by my room.  We get changed and then maybe we can talk about   
   what to do next. Sound ok, Scully?" He looked over at her holding   
   the bottle. "Scully?"   
      
   Scully blinked her eyes. "Hmmm? Oh…oh sure."   
      
   "Ok, so I'll see you in a few minutes then?"   
      
   Scully nodded. "A few minutes."   
      
   Mulder turned around and headed out of the bathroom, leaving Scully   
   alone.   
      
   Scully put down the bottle she was holding and headed out of the   
   bathroom and back to the bedroom.  Placing the candle on a table,   
   she walked over to the bed, picking up the nightgown and holding it   
   to her. She felt a strange sensation overcome her as she touched it.   
   The curtains in the room began to billow as a breeze filled the room.   
      
   "Try it on my lovely. It suits you." A voice whispered in her ear.   
      
   Putting down the nightgown on the bed, Scully slowly unbuttoned her   
   blouse.  The breeze ruffled her hair as the blouse fell to the   
   floor. She reached down and unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out of   
   them. She shivered as the breeze slowly traveled up her legs, thighs   
   and to her chest.  She reached up her hand, placing it on her face   
   as she sighed and tilted her head to the side.   
      
   "Put it on." The voice whispered as the breeze moved up and down her   
   body.   
      
   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *   
      
   Inside of his room, Mulder went about getting out of his mud-   
   stained, wet clothes.  His room also had a nice bed and a portrait   
   above the fireplace. The candles in the room were lit giving off   
   faint shadows on the wall. "Boy, I'll have to remember this place in   
   the future. Scully sure seems taken with it." He took off his tie   
   and unbuttoned his shirt. Throwing the shirt to the ground, he   
   started to unbutton his pants and let them slide to the floor.  He   
   then picked up the frilly white dress shirt and sighed. "Oh god, I   
   hope this never reaches anyone at the FBI or I will NEVER be able to   
   live it down." He picked up a pair of pants to go with the   
   shirt. "Hopefully, Scully doesn't laugh." He muttered as he laced up   
   the shirt.  He looked into a mirror as he adjusted himself. "Well,   
   here goes nothing." He turned away from the mirror just as the faint   
   image of a young girl's face appeared.   
      
   Stepping out of the room he made his way over to Scully's door and   
   knocked. "Scully?"   
      
   Scully's eyes shot open upon hearing Mulder's voice.  She shook her   
   head as she blinked her eyes.   
      
   Mulder knocked again. "Scully, are you ok in there?"   
      
   The breeze ceased in the room and Scully found herself aware of   
   standing in her bra and panties.  She placed her arms around herself   
   self-consciously. "I'm…I'm ok. I'm just changing!" She called toward   
   the door.   
      
   "Ok, well meet me in the library in a few minutes ok?"   
      
   "Oh…ok I'll be there."   
      
   Mulder moved away from the door and headed back down the hallway to   
   the library.   
      
   Hearing him leave, Scully took off her bra and slipped the nightgown   
   over herself.  She then walked over to the mirror and placed her   
   hand on her face. What had just happened to her? She ran her hand   
   through her hair as she looked in the mirror. She then gasped as she   
      
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