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   Email: ckelll@hotmail.com   
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   Category:  Casefile   
   Spoilers: Conduit, En Ami   
   Rating: R   
   Archive:  Just ask.   
   Disclaimer:  Not ours.  Sigh.   
   Summary:  A missing child and a family   
   with something to hide.  In the aftermath   
   of "En Ami," Mulder and Scully investigate   
   a "classic alien abduction."   
   Comments: Writers know what they wanted to   
   say, and that makes it hard for them to see   
   when they haven't succeeded in saying it.   
   That's where betas come in.  "Out of the   
   Everywhere" is stronger and clearer because   
   of the efforts of our betas.  Thank you to   
   Marasmus, Syntax6, MaybeAmanda, Sdani and Linda.   
      
   Out of the Everywhere - part 10   
      
   Someone's face was inches away from hers, grunting   
   and wheezing, the breath fetid and rank.  Someone's   
   mouth was on hers, bitter-tasting and foul with   
   tobacco, the tongue pushing past her lips.   
   Someone's hands were on her breasts, roughly mauling   
   and pinching her nipples.  Someone was kneeing her   
   thighs apart and penetrating her--painfully,   
   ruthlessly.   
      
   Something obscured her eyes, and her hands were   
   restricted above her head, preventing her from   
   defending herself.  She tried to shrink away from   
   the mouth and hands, from the thrusting, from the   
   weight pressing her into the mattress, but she   
   couldn't escape.   
      
   She screamed and screamed against the mouth that   
   covered hers.  The air was filled with the sound   
   of her attacker grunting and her own guttural cries.   
      
   The skin on her hands was rubbed raw as she struggled   
   against whatever bound her.  The ties loosened until   
   she pulled a hand free.  Her other hand slipped   
   from the bindings and with one swift motion, she   
   pulled the blindfold off and pushed the attacker away.   
   Looking into his glittering eyes, she saw the pure   
   evil there.   
      
   "No!  Oh my God, NO!"   
      
   "Scully, wake up. You were having a bad dream."   
      
   She jolted awake as Mulder gathered her in a   
   comforting embrace, whispering gentle words in her   
   ear.  "S'okay.  It wasn't  real."   
      
   She buried her face in the hollow of Mulder's neck,   
   breathing in the warm, salty smell of his bare skin.   
   Hot tears pricked her eyes as he rocked her back and   
   forth.  How long had it been since Mulder had held   
   her in his arms?  Weeks?  It felt like years.  She   
   dreaded the moment when he would remember that   
   everything was different now and turn her loose.   
      
   She could still smell the Smoking Man's foul breath,   
   still taste the bitterness of his mouth.  Her stomach   
   twisted in disgust and she broke from Mulder's hold,   
   stumbling into the bathroom.  She hung onto the sink,   
   as waves of nausea passed over her.  When she was   
   sure she wasn't going to vomit, she sat on the edge   
   of the tub.   
      
   "That must have been some dream," Mulder said as he   
   wrung a washcloth out and pressed it against her   
   forehead.  Scully gratefully took the cloth and   
   bathed her face and neck.   
      
   "It was...oh God, I can't even talk about it."   
      
   Mulder sat next to her on the edge of the bathtub.   
   Scully sat forward, elbows on knees, her face buried   
   in the washcloth.  She felt his hand massaging   
   circles on her back.   
      
   "I think you have to, Scully," he said softly.   
   "You can't keep it all in."   
      
   "It wasn't real."  Scully jumped up from the tub   
   and walked into the bedroom.  "It wasn't real," she   
   repeated as if doing so would ensure it stayed a   
   dream.  This was definitely something she wasn't   
   prepared to talk about with Mulder.   
      
   Her pajamas felt clammy, sticking to her skin and   
   leaving her chilled.  She rummaged in her suitcase,   
   pulling out a t-shirt.  Mulder had followed her into   
   the bedroom, standing expectantly with his hands on   
   his hips above his low-slung sweatpants.   
      
   "Thank you for waking me up, but I'm fine now," she   
   said, her eyes trained on the wall just beyond   
   Mulder's face.   
      
   "Oh yeah, you look fine.  Really. The dead-white,   
   deer-in-the-headlights look really works for you."   
      
   She thought about asking him to leave so she could   
   change, then decided it didn't matter.  He'd seen her   
   naked plenty of times, although never in the past few   
   weeks. Turning, she stripped off the pajama top.  Her   
   skin felt scorched under his gaze as she pulled the   
   t-shirt over her head.   
      
   "You were screaming for someone to stop--to let   
   you go.  What was the dream about, Scully?"   
      
   "Nothing.  It was about nothing," she said angrily.   
      
   "It wasn't 'nothing.'  Someone was hurting you.   
   Someone was . . ."  His inflection switched from   
   declaration to question.  "Raping you?"   
      
   "Drop it! Okay?  Just leave it alone."   
      
   "No.  I won't 'just leave it alone' when it's   
   affecting you like this.  You look like hell."   
      
   "Why, thanks for noticing."  Exhausted, she sat on   
   the bed, afraid her legs were going to give out.   
      
   "You don't think I know you haven't been sleeping?   
   How long has it been since you slept the whole night   
   through?  Since your little trip?"   
      
   "I wondered when you'd get around to mentioning   
   that."   
      
   "What were you trying to prove?  That you could be   
   reckless too?  That you could be just as irresponsible   
   and half-assed as me?"   
      
   "You think I was copying you?  Think again, Mulder.   
   I knew exactly what I was doing."   
      
   "What did he do to you, Scully?" he asked, standing   
   over her.   
      
   She wasn't about to sit and let him use his height   
   advantage.  She stood, brushing past him to take   
   a drink from the bottle of water on the dresser.   
      
   "Did he rape you?" Mulder asked in a soft voice.   
   He moved closer to her, hunching a little so he   
   could see her face.  God, don't let him be   
   tender with her.  She could handle him angry.   
   Gentleness would peel her layers away and leave   
   her naked and defenseless.   
      
   "No," she said a little too forcefully.  "At   
   least I know that much."   
      
   "Scully?"  His hands were like iron bands as they   
   gripped her upper arms.  "Was there a question in   
   your mind?  What are you saying?"   
      
   Every ounce of energy deserted her until Mulder's   
   hands were the only thing keeping her from landing   
   in a heap on the floor.  She wanted to tell him to   
   go to hell, that it wasn't any of his business,   
   but she didn't have the strength to fight any more.   
      
   "He drugged me.  I'm not sure how, but I fell asleep   
   in the car and woke up the next morning in bed...in   
   my pajamas."   
      
   Mulder's anger cut through her like a knife.  His grip   
   on her arms tightened until he realized what he was   
   doing.  Then the anger in his eyes turn to pain.   
      
   "Sorry," he said, releasing her.  "I'm sorry."   
      
   "He didn't hurt me, Mulder."  He snorted, skepticism   
   plain in his face.  "At least not physically."   
      
   "He's a sick, fucking bastard and I should have killed   
   him years ago."   
      
   "I had a full exam--every possible test.  I went to   
   the doctor that day, right after we left the office   
   building."   
      
   She would remember that day forever: standing on   
   the sidewalk after they'd left the empty office   
   where she'd met with Spender, bright sunlight   
   nearly blinding her as Mulder walked away.   
   She'd clutched the car keys so tightly they   
   left marks on her palms.   
      
   "Why...why didn't you tell me?" he asked.  Emotions   
   played over his features--anger, pain, sorrow, guilt,   
      
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