Title-Asking Questions. Author-Anna Fawkes E-mail Address: qk38@dial.pipex.com Distributation statement: Anywhere as long as my name and disclaimer are on it. Spoiler warning:ummmm, can't remember, none directly.Tooms and cancer are mentioned briefly.(Did I just spoil my spoiler??) Rating:P.G. Classification. X-file, MSR. Summary: Are the mysterious deaths suicides? Mulder thinks not but will he persuade Scully and even if he does can they stop the murderer? Keywords: Mulder Scully Romance in the middle of an x-file. Disclaimer:If they were mine the show would have been a complete flop as I would have got them together after episode ten. They belong to Chris Carter, Fox Telivision, 1013 productions, DD and GA. I love you all. The book mentioned is 'the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy' by Douglous Adams and is briliant. The song is Crush by Garbage. I heard it on the Romeo and Juliet C.D. and thought immediately of M and S. Time period: After 4th series (but not a continuation of the episode) Authors note: Is anyone reading this? Thanks to Tammy Parnell for giving me confidence and everyone who read my story and liked it! Thanks for the feedback for "Games" which this follows on from. It is not necessary to read "Games" to read this. Let me know what you think. Better mention that I am english so if terms or spelling seems odd that could be why. Asking Questions. Part one. "No I can't or she might get the wrong idea." "What idea would that be?" "Give me a break Mulder, calling from your room at 1 a.m.? She would probably give me that speech on the birds and the bees that she never quite got around to." Not for the first time that night Scully wondered how their conversations lately seemed headed in one particular direction. Why had she had that drink? and what the hell was she doing in Mulder`s hotel room? Sitting on his bed, was the literal answer but that was not what she meant. She vaguely remembered that in old fashioned films the women had kept one leg on the floor to keep their virtue intact. She struggled out of her cross legged position but realised that the floor was too far away and instead tried to settle herself comfortably where she was. She debated asking Mulder to put his foot on the ground but catching his eye she changed her mind. If she wasn't completely mistaken he had been trying to look down her top. She blushed red. It was not that her virtue needed defending but they had both drunk far too much and she did not trust herself or Mulder. Especially as the subject returned to sex, how it had got there from a suggestion that she ought to call her Mother... .. she did not know but she sensed that this time it might have been her fault and this meant they were in deep trouble. Returning from the stake out too wired to sleep they had decided to go to Mulder`s room and discuss the case, she could not remember how Mulder had persuaded her to have a drink, or had it been the other way around. She vaguely remembered him asking her if she was trying to get him drunk she was glad the room was dark enough for him not to notice her blush. "What?" she asked noticing Mulder`s expectant grin. "You never learnt about the birds and the bees?" "Mulder!" she exclaimed exasperated. She debated returning to her room but she could not remember which door was the connecting door and which led to the hallway. She did not want to get it wrong and have Mulder tell her she could not handle the drink. She was not drunk, all hotel rooms look the same after a while, she almost convinced herself. "Maybe I should explain." Mulder deadpanned, his face straight. "Maybe a demonstration would help." She returned quickly. She watched as Mulder drew closer to her, his lips daring her, teasing her, as they replayed an image from many of her dreams, she did what naturally she had to do. She panicked. " Did you know 42 is the answer to life the universe and everything?" Her words had the appropriate result as he slid back again. His face, bemused but slightly smug. She could imagine his mind trying to register what she had said while he mentally followed up her words, giving her a not so scientific demonstration. Let him. She had realised long ago that 1. He did not fancy her (at least while he was sober). 2. If he did she was not going to be another notch on his bedpost. She ignored the part of her mind that told her she could never be just another conquest to him. "42, the number of your apartment " she tried to focus on his eyes but as she fell into them, drowning she decided the carpet was a better idea. "In this book I am reading it is said to be the answer to everything but no-one knew the question. I thought maybe you had read it." He shook his head. "You would like it, it is full of aliens and U.F.O`s. Except it is not just that it is a statement on how we live our lives and is also quite funny." "You read a book with U.F.O.`s? I am stunned." Mulder joked but he did look really intrigued. "There is one part in it that really makes sense. God's last message to man." she stopped "Go on!" Mulder urged. His voice disconcertingly husky. "No, it would ruin the book." she teased, smiling smugly. She saw his body move towards her again and felt oddly threatened, realising that if she did not leave soon she would give more away that a spoiler for a book. Hastily she changed the subject as she remembered something she had meant to ask earlier. "Why were you so willing to leave the stakeout, either you have suddenly managed to trust in other peoples abilities," she paused pointedly " or you're planning to sneak back later. I don't buy either." Mulder looked slightly hurt and she regretted her words, but she also saw something else in his face, slowly realisation dawned. "You never expected him to show!" His face took on the look of a rabbit's in headlights. "So what were we doing out there." "Maybe I like spending time with you?" Mulder tried but the charm had left his voice. Slowly, begging the room to stay still she stood up and stared a him accusingly. "I don't like secrets. I seem to spend my whole life following you around, the first to defend you and the last to know why. Either you tell me what is going on or.." his puppy dog look stopped her threat. She stared at him for a moment simultaneously daring and begging him to speak. As the silence remained she raised an eyebrow in disgust and left. In her anger she did not notice that she picked the right door without hesitation. Closing it behind her she leaned against it for support and giving up, sank to the floor releasing a long sigh. ...someone was trying to get her, knocking down her door, she was trapped in the dark no windows no escape the pounding entered her head hitting her painfully she could not think straight she tried to scream but heard no noise but the knocking paused then she heard his voice scream her name.... She awoke with a start realising with amazing clarity that it had just been a dream. The knocking had been Mulder on the other side of the door which she had fallen asleep against. She must have screamed aloud because she could hear his voice sounding panicked. Slowly she stood up not knowing whether to attribute the pain in her head to a hang over, the fact she had slept in an odd position on the floor or the fact that she had had her head leaning against the door Mulder had obviously been knocking on for some time. She looked down at her rumpled clothes and felt the hair sticking to her head and decided not to open the door. "Mulder, what's the problem?" she asked hoping her voice sounded as angry as she felt. "Why did you scream?" her anger melted as he sounded so genuinely concerned. "Just a nightmare Mulder. Why were you knocking on my door?" "I've got it Scully. I had a brief idea last night and my suspicions were confirmed when he did not show up. I just got another phone call and it turns out there was another death and... Scully can I come in? It is a bit difficult explaining this through the door. " She sighed and glanced at her watch. "It's 3 am. Mulder." "You were the one who accused me of keeping things to myself." She gave up and opened the door. He was standing on the other side smiling sheepishly. "Okay so there was another death." he continued. "In the house we were watching. " "That's impossible." "They are saying it is suicide..." "But?" "You know me too well. They are saying it is suicide because no-one can have entered the house. Not even Tooms. " she smiled at him and he continued more relaxed. "However the person was found with a half eaten sandwich." "Poison?" "No trace of it. Cause of death was loss of blood. Via the stomach and the subject appears to have pulled out their own tongue." He grimaced. "Okay, so I agree this is an unlikely suicide technique but what are you suggesting?" Scully asked intrigued. "When I say it appears that the person pulled out their own tongue, I mean that everything proves that they did just that. Finger prints, blood patterns, everything." Scully grimaced, the thought that someone could do that to themselves was too horrific to contemplate. She watched Mulder carefully, it was almost scary that he could sound so excited while explaining something so terrible. However if she looked closely enough she could see pain taking second place in his features. Maybe that was why he always looked so worried, saving up the hurt for a 'later' that never arrived. "You know we believed that it was Roberts earlier, when we found his prints on things all of the previous victims were carrying, and connections with the victims but he could prove he had not left his building?" he waited for her conformation. 'you believed ' she thought but did not say aloud, she nodded instead. "Well they found something of his again." "Our people at the labs have been working fast, but I don't see what you are hinting at." Mulder smiled at her, he looked slightly embarrassed about what he was about to say. Not because he did not believe it but because he knew she would not. She mentally rolled her eyes in exasperation. What was his idea this time? She ruled out ghosts and aliens as he would have said these sooner. What had they seen at Roberts' apartment to make him so convinced? Thinking back she remembered him being excited about something. It had not been an odd place, in fact it had reminded Scully of her apartment. Everything had been neat and organised. The decor had been modest, the lounge in particular had looked great, severe navy blue and white softened with beautiful fabrics and an abundance of candles. Candles, a lot of candles. Too many almost, they had not suited his character which was why she had remembered them. Her mind started to travel along the waves of bizarre logic which life with Mulder had taught her. "Mulder, do you seriously believe that these people are dead because Roberts is sticking needles into wax images of them?" She kept her face straight as she noted the shock on his as he realised she had out guessed him. "Actually, needles are not always required, certain tribes of native Americans used a similar technique to the more commonly known one. Using a wax obtained from certain bees they believed spells could trap part of the spirit of an individual into the wax figure, as long as the individual had something of the spell chanters and vice versa." he paused and looked at her face, attempting to judge her reaction. As he met silence he eventually had to ask her. "So Scully you think we should pay this guy another visit?" She sighed audibly and with an unsubtle, longing glance at her bed she nodded her head. "Just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to go." she replied. Mulder nodded and headed towards the door. Calling back other his shoulder, "Sure, by the way, why are you still wearing yesterdays clothes?" She picked up a pillow to throw at him, just missing as he closed the door she glowered at it, trying to ignore the chuckles she could hear through it. Asking Questions part 2 (have you made it this far???) Forty five minutes later they pulled up outside a modern apartment block. Mr Robert's was on the top floor, they rode up in companionable silence. Lack of sleep affecting them both. Even as they left the lift they could hear music coming from his apartment. The music was designed to be played loud but not that loud. Scully looked at Mulder slightly concerned, as though she were afraid that he would be able to see what the words were doing to her, that she already knew the song. It was by a band called Garbage. Not her normal music preference but she had heard it on the radio and not been able to ignore the relevance the words held to her life. The song was called Crush and quite adequately described her feelings towards Mulder. It seemed to speak to them perfectly even down to her religious beliefs and his fear of boats and fire. Mulder did not look down and she felt a tingle of relief and disappointment. She was glad he did not realise she...had a crush on him? The words seemed a little schoolgirlish but the meaning was true. However she was disappointed that he had not noticed any relevance in the song. In her daze she almost walked into the door of Roberts' apartment. She felt Mulder's hand on her shoulder and smiled gratefully. The door bell could not be heard over the music but as Mulder tried to knock on the door it swung open at his touch. "So do we take that as an invitation?" Mulder joked as he removed his gun from its holster. "Mulder, we shouldn't just go in." Scully argued unable to explain the sudden dread she felt about entering this apartment. Mulder had already stepped inside though and so she had no choice but to follow. The lights were out and as she tried to flick the switch nothing happened. "Guess he didn't pay his bills.' she mumbled, Mulder turned to see what she had said and at that moment something leapt at him. Mulder, taken by surprise, stumbled under the man's weight. Scully moved forward as soon as she realised what was happening but by the time she had got there the man had run into a different room. The music stopped suddenly. In the strange silence Scully rushed forward and helped Mulder to his feet. He smiled, a little embarrassed. "I'm fine. Where did he go?" Scully pointed further into the apartment and together they made their way forward. They came to the door to the lounge. From within it came the glow of hundreds of candles, lining the walls and floors with balls of brightness. They did not illuminate the room but merely gave the darkness a comparison. Silhouetted against a window was the figure of a man, the light from the moon and street lamps revealing his heavy build. "I would stop where you are, if you value Agent Mulder's life." Roberts spoke in a high tone that was almost comical in the situation. "Mr Roberts, we would like you to accompany us to the police station. We have some questions to ask you about the murders of several women. If you would come peacefully it would help all of us." Scully's speech sounded light and redundant as it was clear that Mr Roberts did not plan on going anywhere. She took a step towards him but froze as she heard Mulder groan behind her. "Mulder?" she asked. "I'm okay. " he said but his voice was strained and as she turned around she saw him collapse to his knees. "I took the precaution of making a wax figure for you both. I managed to get one of your hairs, Agent Scully, or should I say Dana, when you last came to visit but Mulder's I had to get just then. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance of giving you something of mine so your doll is useless to me. However I doubt you will try anything while I hold your partner's life in my hand. I see doubt in your eyes. Well, see if this proves it to you. Catch." She instinctively caught what Roberts threw to her but as her hand enclosed tightly around it a strange pressure gripped her body and she too fell to her knees. She heard Roberts laughing and lessened her grip on the object in her hand opening her fist to reveal a small womanly shaped wax figure with a red hair imbedded in it. "You hold the doll, and something of the person it symbolises, obviously, as it is yourself, therefore you can use it on yourself. Almost kinky really." Roberts said imbetween his laughter. "What do you want?" both agents demanded at once. Which sent Roberts into another laughing fit. "Some fun." He spluttered. Asking Questions. part 3. (Still going??) "What do you want?" both agents demanded at once. Which sent Roberts into another laughing fit. "Some fun." He spluttered. 'Clinically insane' was Scully's immediate reaction. It was difficult to say that any criminal was completely sane but this guy was bonkers. She looked at the figure in her hands. It was amazing, it did not really look like her and yet she could feel a heartbeat within it. Although her rational mind tried to tell her that it was just the pulse in her hand, that did not explain the pressure she had felt when she had caught it. The fact that someone could have so much power over another was amazing and totally terrifying. She tore her gaze away from it as she realised that Roberts was talking. "I was intrigued by you when you came here earlier. Now I am going to get some answers." "First answer me this, why did you kill those people?" Mulder demanded, from his position on the floor. "Because I could and because they tried to stop me having fun. Now my turn. we are going to play a game of truth or dare, accept every dare will include Mulder in pain at some point, so I would recommend telling the truth. Firstly are you lovers?" "What?" Scully asked confused and scared. Not just at the situation but at his type of questions. "You heard me?" "No." Mulder answered for them both, his voice without emotion, even Scully could not read it. "That surprises me, you act as though you were both very much in love." "We're partners, the job forces us to become close. " Scully answered quickly but her voice was to quick, to eager, to the extent where it suggested the opposite of what the words said. "How close?" "Why do you want to know this?" Scully asked. "Wrong answer." Roberts replied and Scully froze as he moved the object in his hands. She could not see what he was doing as the shadows partially hid him. Behind her she heard Mulder stand. "Scully, he is controlling me." Mulder said his voice still devoid of emotion. He took a clumsy step towards her and stumbled. She reached out to catch him but his arms held her stiffly. One of his arms rose as if to slap her and she backed away, watching the battle that was going on inside Mulder through the looks on his face. "Next question." she shouted. "Okay, so you heard the song as you came in. Do you pray for him?" "Sometimes." Mulder sank to the floor, looking at her in pain and sympathy. "Would you steal for him?" "I have done." "Kill for him?" "I have done. I would do it again. I have also sailed ships for him, burned for him, Done time for him, bled for him and as you have already guessed, if I could I would take away his pain and suffer it for him. There, is that what you wanted to know. Is it making you happy to know that other people care about each other, do you know anyone who cares for you?" She knew she was rambling, that she was emotional, however she was scared about what he was going to force her to admit, and whether she could do it even though Mulder's life was at stake. She could not look at Mulder, even though she felt his eyes burning into her back. "Would you die for him?" Scully hesitated, then giving up and staring at Mulder, as though his eyes could give her the strength to answer she said, "Many times over." "How sweet. Yet you say you don't love him. I think you lied, therefore he must pay a double forfeit." Mulder rose quickly and almost fell on top of her pushing her to the ground. His face was full of sorrow and apologies but they did not change the physical pain she felt. He straddled her and his arms moved roughly up her body and to her head. A bizarre mixture of emotions ran through her as she felt his hands on her. Disgust, excitement, fear, sympathy, to name a few. Mulder's eyes then travelled to Roberts. Full of piercing hate and she took this second to push Mulder away from her. She struggled to her feet and backed away from him. "Okay, Roberts I will tell you the truth. I did not lie, we are not lovers, but I do love him. " Now nothing either men could do would make her look at Mulder. Hopefully he would believe she was just saying it to please Roberts. Hopefully, but she doubted it and yet did not want to face the alternative. Roberts went into another laughing fit as he saw the anguish on her face and suddenly inspiration hit her. Mulder must be carrying something of Robert's, he had already said that he had to, therefore all she had to do was find it. "Go on Mr Roberts laugh. It is funny isn't it. People in this world do actually care for each other, yet no one cares for you." He stopped laughing but did not reply and she thought he might have not hear her until Mulder started to stand. He moved quicker this time an grabbed her hair, forcing his mouth to her forehead. She did not fight him as she had before. She started to run her hands through his pockets. "Sorry, Mulder, I have to do this, where did he touch you when he attacked you before? You must be carrying something of his or he would not be able to control you." She whispered into his ear, trying to ignore the sensation as his lips met her skin. It was not a kiss. He was trying as hard as possible to resist it and yet every touch, however harsh sent a tingle down her spine. Finally she realised that his face was contorting in an effort to point a direction to her. Under different circumstances she might have laughed as his face muscles twitched oddly. Working out which pocket he was indicating she pushed her hand into it, a little to enthusiastically, almost tearing his shirt, and pulled out a ring and threw it to the floor. Mulder`s body became limp and she lowered him gently to the floor. Making sure he was all right she turned on Mr Roberts but he too had fallen to the floor and was sobbing loudly. Ten quiet minutes later the police arrived, after cuffing Roberts they went to talk to Mulder and Scully found herself alone with Roberts. He had stopped crying but was huddled in a ball, his hands wrapped round his legs protectively. "So did it work? You wanted some fun, was it fun are you happy now?" Her voice scathing. "She said she loved me. Yet she must of lied, or it was some meaning of love that I did not know. It was not the love you share with him. You are so lucky. She said she loved me and all the time she was sleeping with him." "There were three deaths. How many were down to you?" Asking questions Part four. "All of them. The first one, Sally she was my Mandy's best friend. She knew all the time but did not tell me. Laughing at me behind my back. I did not mean to kill her. I did not really believe it would work, I just wanted her to feel pain like me. When I realised it could work I could not stop. All that power in my hands, yet detached from me. It was not me killing her, she was killing herself. I can't believe anyone would do anything totally against their will. Then there was him. Lying Bas...bastard. That one was fun, the power was addictive yet it caused so much pain as an after shock that I vowed never to do it again. I thought she would come back to me. she just spat in my face and told me to see her again when I had gained some strength, she had always teased me about that, how could I be so big and yet have so little power? If Agent Mulder spat in your face and told you , you were nothing, wouldn't you want to hurt him?" Scully glanced around to check whether Mulder was in hearing range. He was not. "He does the equivalent often. Times like today, I all but confess my undying love for him and he ignores me. I told you earlier that I would die for him. That I believed in him, but love is not always returned, there is such a thing as unrequited love. Yet I have never tried to kill him." "I did not mean to kill her at first, just show her that I have power, then she started screaming. I can see her apartment from this one. I could see her screaming and I panicked, I had to stop her. So I....I....." He broke down into sobs and Scully stood up in disgust, however she kept her back to Mulder, scared he could see the water in her eyes. As usual Mulder drove. Scully found she could not face him and instead stared out the window. It was ironic that although they faced many things that should have terrified her on their cases, the scariest thing was Mulder. Not that she was afraid that he would ever hurt her, intentionally, but he was too close. She sometimes felt as though she were choking on her love for him. Yet she could not cough, could not make a sound in case it broke everything, what was she really afraid of? Sometimes the reasons for her emotional walls seemed so clear but at other times, times like these, she felt that they were not locking other people out merely locking her in. Her reverie was broken as she felt a hand caress her face. She jumped slightly and turned to face Mulder a single tear defiantly running down her cheek. She had not even felt the car stop. "Are you okay?" he asked and the fear in his eyes almost made her run for cover. She opened her mouth for the obligatory `I'm fine` but that response seemed as foolish as the question. instead she ignored the question. "I was just thinking that I should have kept the wax figure of you and then I could have had some control over you." she tried to joke. "Maybe I should have kept yours so I could get you to talk to me." she winced at his words. Suddenly it was all too much for her and despite the fact she could hear her father's voice telling her never to run away from a problem she opened the car door and got out. It was only once the air was caressing her face that she realised that he had stopped the car , not because they had arrived but because he wanted to talk. She cursed his concern even as she realised how unreasonable she was being. She turned and leaned against the car for support, as sobs silently controlled her body. She longed for someone to comfort her but when Mulder's arms surrounded her she pulled away. "Scully, you are closer than any other person in the world to me, but at times I feel as though I don't know you at all. You have to talk to me, tell me what is wrong." "Have to?" she asked scornfully taking pleasure, and pain, in the way he cringed. "Scully, I'm sorry. I don't care what it is for I am sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, even if some times you are so stubborn I feel like shaking you until you see the truth." He smiled weakly hoping his words would make her smile. She did laugh but it was rueful and devoid of pleasure. "I am too stubborn to see the truth?" she paused, honestly thinking. "Maybe, but then so are you. So stubborn that you do not seem to be able to see what is going on in front of your eyes. You can not see what is wrong with me, even when I feel it must be staring you in the face. What is wrong Mulder, are you afraid of the truth? It may not be the one you have been searching for all this time but it is a truth. Maybe in an indirect way it is what you are looking for. By searching so hard it is elusive or maybe you have come to hate it, hate..." She could not finish the sentence aloud but suddenly she felt a deep pity for Mulder. Realising that anything else she said that night was just going to hurt both of them she turned to walk away. "What?" Mulder said his voice catching I confusion. As he watched her try to hail a taxi. "I'll drive you." he stated and realising she had left her bag in the car she decided she might as well. After all she had nothing to be embarrassed about other than her little tantrum. He obviously had not read what she had into their encounter with Roberts. Again they drove in silence the words unspoken filing the air and trapping the tension within the car, eventually they arrived outside her apartment. "Did you mean what you said?" he asked quietly, accusingly. "Which part?" Her voice no longer angry just tired. "When we were with Roberts. Would you pray for me?" "Every night." She replied too tired to lie. "Well I know you would sail ships for me, be imprisoned for me. Would you die for me?" "You should know that as well Mulder. Yes." "Would you live for me?" "What?" "Would you live for me? With me?" "I already do." She left the car and had made it to the door to her block of apartments before she realised that he was following her. "Scully, that is not what I meant." "Mulder I'm tired and confused, I only got two hours sleep last night if you haven't forgotten. I'm going to get some sleep. I'll call you later, okay?" She looked at him hopefully, her words implied that she wanted a truce hopefully he would be happy and leave. Or at least the latter. For a moment she thought he would, then he took another step towards her. His eyes blazing in anger, hurt, concern and thousand other emotions all aimed at her. It was a type of ammunition that she could not ignore. She backed away from him, attempting to ignore how attractive his eyes were like this, and the closeness of his body, invading her personal space and yet part of her willing him to enclose the gap between them. Eventually she was pinned against the door. Lifting her chin attempting to look defiant and hoping he could not see the desire, that she feared must be so apparent in her face. She breathed in short, quick gulps almost as if, if she did not breath deliberately she would forget to completely. "Mulder." her voice came out roughly, questioningly. She failed completely to sound as forbidding as she wanted to. In her mind she felt what would happen if she made him go away now. The coldness, not just the absence of his body heat but as part of herself left. He would go and they would repair their relationship and act as though nothing had happened and she would cry herself to sleep wondering what could have been. She watched him, staring at her accusingly , his face only a few inches away. "I need to be told what is wrong. I would fight fire for you. I would die for you. You would die for me, but if you will not be honest with me you are killing me." His tone was concerned but was contradicted by how loud he spoke. His hands held on to her arms, as if to prevent her disappearing. He was not acting like himself, she must really have pushed him too far. Opening his mouth as if to shout, his breath, hot and angry fell on her face and she decided that if he really wanted to know what was wrong, she owed him honesty. Closing the gap between them she kissed him fiercely yet pulled away quickly, to look at the ground. "I am dying Mulder and not from cancer or a gun shot wound as I might have thought in the past. I am dying being close to you, by your side and yet knowing you can never be mine. I love you I want to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. That's what is wrong Mulder." she said, glowing with anger and embarrassment. She felt his hands drop from her arms whether from disgust or surprise she could not know. She turned to open her door but as she fumbled with the lock she felt his breath tickling her ear. "What could possibly be wrong with that?" he whispered, in the husky tone she often had to joke away. However this time there was no joking as his lips made contact with her neck and she leaned into his embrace. "Other than the fact that we did not do it sooner." he finished as she turned to face him. She could think of lots of ways that it was wrong but his touch was distracting her and anyway no reason seemed important enough to say, she had other intentions for her lips. A few minutes later a they parted for breath, Mulder retrieved the key from where Scully had dropped it and opened the door, his hand shaking slightly. "There is one thing you haven't told me." he asked as he pulled her into the building. "What?" she asked truely confused, her mind still lost in his taste. "What was Gods last message to Mankind?" "I apoligise for the inconvenience." She said smiling ruefully. Mulder chuckled. "Am I an inconvenience Scully?" She paused as if deep in thought then rcaptured his mouth for a moment. Finally she answered, breathlessly, "I'll tell you in the morning." and indeed there seemed little else to say. THE END. That is all she wrote. Please send me feedback. Address: qk38@dial.pipex.com