From: dana_scully_mulders_protege@hotmail.com   
      
   *Disclaimers and Summary in Chapter 1*   
      
   Scully opened the door dressed in her nightgown and robe. "Mulder?   
   What is it? What's wrong?"   
      
   Mulder totally ignored her as he brushed past her and into the   
   room.  "Where is he?"   
      
   "Where's who?" Scully asked as she tied her robe around her waist.   
      
   Mulder began searching the room frantically. "You know damn well WHO   
   I'm talking about!"   
      
   "Would you please stop assuming I know who you are talking about and   
   answer me?!" Scully asked putting her hands on her waist.   
      
   Mulder stopped in front of her.  "The ghost that was in your room,   
   Scully. Jonathan McBride, tall, dark haired? Complete psycho? Ring a   
   bell now?"   
      
   "I told you before, Mulder there are no such things as ghosts and   
   there are none in my room!"   
      
   "That's EXACTLY what he wants you to think, Scully."   
      
   Scully tilted her head. "What are you talking about?"   
      
   Mulder sighed. "Ok, look I don't expect you to completely believe me   
   but hear me out ok?" He paused. "This house is haunted, Scully.   
   Jonathan McBride has possessed all the souls who inhabit this house."   
      
   Scully shook her head and closed her eyes. "Mulder…"   
      
   "This house appears every year on Halloween to capture more souls   
   who enter this house. And the victims are drawn here."   
      
   Scully gave a chuckle. "Mulder, you are really letting Halloween get   
   to you. And how can a house summon anyone? It's an inanimate object   
   Mulder! It's not capable of achieving anything human-like! I'm going   
   to take a nap." She turned away from him.   
      
   Mulder grabbed her and turned her around to face him. "You have to   
   listen to me, Scully. Your own life depends on it. Both of our lives   
   do!"   
      
   "What are you talking about?"   
      
   "You…brought us here, Scully."   
      
   "What?"   
      
   "You drew us to this house.  You're….need conjured up this house and   
   everything in it. The nightgown on the bed, the bath tub and the   
   bottles in the bathroom?"   
      
   "You're crazy." Scully answered turning away from him again.   
      
   Mulder grabbed her by the arm. "You may not realize you were doing   
   it consciously but you were. This…Jonathan he feeds upon the needs   
   deep within your soul.  He seduces you by giving what you secretly   
   desire and then….he will possess your soul forever."   
      
   "Let go of me!" Scully screamed back at him.   
      
   Mulder turned her around and then pulled her to him with this hand   
   resting on her shoulders firmly. "Scully, look at me."   
      
   "Let me go!" Scully yelled as she struggled.   
      
   Mulder kept a firm hold on her.  "Scully, he's trying to turn you   
   against me. He's trying to not make you see what is happening to   
   you! How long have we been partners? You've always trusted me   
   haven't you? Please don't throw away everything that we've shared.   
   Oh god, please don't do that, Scully. Don't let material possessions   
   take the place of a close friendship." He looked deep into her   
   eyes. "I…I don't know how else to say this but…I love you, Scully. I   
   always have but I've been afraid to tell you.  And now that this has   
   happened I….I just don't want to lose you." He closed his eyes   
   tightly.   
      
   Scully stopped struggling as she looked back into his eyes.  She   
   could feel her mind clearing. "Mulder?"   
      
   Mulder opened his eyes.  "Scully?" He pulled her into an   
   embrace. "Oh god, Scully!" He caressed her hair.  "I thought I'd   
   lost you!"   
      
   "I'm….I'm sorry." Scully replied tearfully. "I don't know what came   
   over me, I…"   
      
   "Sssssh." Mulder replied as he rocked her in his arms.  "It's ok,   
   the important thing is you are back." He pulled back and looked at   
   her. "We have to get out of here Scully. Once it reaches midnight   
   you and I will be trapped in here forever."   
      
   At that moment, a large gust of wind came through the room. It   
   picked up Mulder and forcefully pushed him out the door. Mulder rose   
   up from the floor and shook his head. "Scully!" He yelled looking at   
   her in the doorway.   
      
   "Mulder!" Scully yelled with her hand outstretched before the   
   bedroom door slammed shut.   
      
   "No!" Mulder yelled as he slowly got to his feet. He ran at the door   
   pulling at the handle. "Scully!" He pounded at the door. "Let her go   
   you bastard!" He was then thrown against the back wall. He lay on   
   the ground breathing heavily as he winced.   
      
   "Get up, Fox." A voice whispered in his ear. "If you wish to save   
   her you must get up."   
      
   Mulder blinked his eyes as he tried desperately to focus. "Jos…   
   Josephine?" He whispered weakly. His entire body was wracked with   
   pain.   
      
   "The library, Fox. You must get to the library, now! It's the only   
   way to stop him!" A candelabra began to sway on the other side of   
   Mulder. "Go now!"   
      
   Gathering up all his strength, Mulder rose from the floor just as   
   the candelabra came crashing down where he had been. Looking back,   
   he then saw a huge black mist coming down the hallway. It took on   
   the shape of a hooded figure with outstretched arms. It then let out   
   a roar. "Oh shit!" He yelled before turning around and running.  He   
   didn't look back as he headed back toward the library. He could hear   
   all the candelabras crashing behind him as he finally reached the   
   door. He swung it open and ran inside quickly shutting and locking   
   it behind him.   
      
   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *   
      
   Scully found herself alone in her room once again. "Mulder!" She   
   called out as she pounded on the door.   
      
   "He can't save you, now." Jonathan replied as he appeared once again   
   in the middle of the room.   
      
   Scully turned around with her back pressed against the door. "Keep   
   away from me!"   
      
   Jonathan advanced toward her. "You can't resist me, Dana. It's too   
   late for that. You belong to me." He walked up and caressed her   
   face. "You called out to me and I answered." He smiled as Scully   
   trembled under his touch. "Oh but you are special, Dana. You aren't   
   like the others. You have that special spark about you. Look into my   
   eyes, Dana. Look deep into them and you will see what can not be   
   denied."   
      
   Scully struggled against Jonathan but found herself losing. She   
   gazed into his eyes and once again her stare clouded over into a   
   catatonic state. Her eyes half-closed as Jonathan leaned more into   
   her. She could feel her heart beating rapidly.   
      
   "You are now…" Jonathan perched his lips above hers. "Mine." He   
   whispered before giving her a passionate kiss.   
      
   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *   
      
   Mulder turned around and looked into the library. "Josephine! Where   
   are you? "   
      
   Josephine appeared in front of Mulder. "I told you he was too   
   powerful but you wouldn't listen. Now it may already be too late."   
      
   "It's NOT too late!"Mulder yelled. "You said there was an   
   incantation!"   
      
   "It's too late! He's won! He has her now as we speak! I can't face   
   him again! He's grown too powerful!"   
      
   "You want to be trapped here forever? Want to roam the earth   
   eternally never knowing rest? If you let him win, Josephine then you   
   will give him even more power. I…I can't let her die!" Mulder   
   clenched his hands tightly as a tear trickled down his cheek. "I   
   love her, Josephine. Do you remember what you felt for your lover?   
   Please….please help me."   
      
   Josephine felt herself touched by Mulder's heartfelt emotion. She   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)