Future Jump II (103k)

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Hospital in Georgetown

Skinner and Scully received several angry glares from both doctors and nurses as the they hastily wove their way through the crowded hospital corridors barely avoiding several near collisions. Scully had received a frantic message from Langly, he said Frohike was in serious, but stable condition at Georgetown Medical. He was concerned because Frohike wouldn't take any sedatives until he first talked to her.

Scully spotted Byers anxiously pacing in the hallway. "John, what's going on? What's happened to Frohike?"

Byers hesitated as he spotted Skinner. "Not in front of him," he growled, "He's one of them!"

"No, he isn't," Scully said. She grabbed Byers' arm to still his nervous pacing. "Anything that AD Skinner has done has been for Mulder's protection," she told him earnestly, but only half believing her own words.

Byers scoffed at her statement. "We have evidence, Dana."

Skinner stepped angrily into the fray, "Mr. Byers, I don't deny that I've been involved in unseemly affairs that main purpose was to spy on and control my X-Files agents. However, I had no choice in the matter. If I refused Mulder would have been exposed to the same nanobot technology that I was, and I couldn't allow that to happen."

"Sir, there is always more than one choice. You could have done something, anything besides working for them. But since, Agent Scully is willing to trust you, I'll yield to her judgement," Byers replied curtly.

Byers turned back to Scully. "Dana, this way. He's been waiting for you … that witch worked him over really good." They followed Byers into a small hospital room at the end of the corridor.

Scully was going to ask Byers who he meant when she saw Frohike and gasped in shock. He was lying on his stomach with his entire back covered in gauze. He looked so small and frail lying there that it tore at her heart. "Frohike, how are you feeling?" she asked gently.

"Like hell. But seeing your lovely face is doing me a world of …" His lecherous leer melted into a grimace of pain. "Good," he choked out.

Scully wrapped her fingers soothingly around his hand, trying to comfort him. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked, lightly squeezing his hand.

"That Fowley bitch wanted to know were Mulder was … I didn't want to tell her, but … Dana, I'm a weak, pathetic man," Frohike sniveled tears running down his cheeks. "She must have had a bug on your phone because she had her goons waiting outside the diner for me."

Frohike took a moment to catch his breath. He was having a hard time focusing due to the severe pain he was feeling. "We found out where Krycek has taken Mulder. It was more by accident than any great detective work on our part," he chuckled bitterly.

Langly spoke up not wanting Frohike to over stress himself. "We have associates all over the world who send us information. One of our associates owns a small helicopter service in Fairbanks, Alaska. He flew two men, matching Mulder's and Krycek's descriptions, to a remote cabin located on the Seward Peninsula

"Dana, he is willing to fly you out to the cabin, if it is not already too late," Byers said.

They all turned back to the bed when Frohike moaned, berating himself. "I am such a fucking weakling! Mulder's my best friend and I told that wicked old hag where to find him!"

"Let's hope that Krycek is on the alert, if anyone can protect Mulder it's that rat," Skinner growled and turned to face Byers. "Agent Scully and I will take the first flight to Fairbanks, call your *associate* and tell him we're coming."

Scully buzzed for the nurse, she couldn't stand to see Frohike suffering any longer. When the nurse arrived she followed Skinner out of the room to the elevator. "You seriously think Krycek is looking out for Mulder? I have my doubts. I bet the moment he sees trouble he'll bail out like the rat-bastard he is and leave Mulder behind unprotected."

Skinner stepped on the elevator after Scully, pushing the lobby button he turned to the petite redhead. "Scully … Dana, I know Krycek is more than capable of protecting Mulder, but I don't know what his motives for doing so are. He took Mulder for a reason, if not to protect him then what? We both know that he didn't take Mulder at the bidding of the consortium or they wouldn't be looking for them."

"Well, you better pray for both Krycek's and Fowley's sake that Mulder is okay, if he's not they will both pay dearly," Scully threatened her blue eyes glowed with rage.

Skinner scowled at her. "Scully, I'm on your side. If something does happen to Mulder, Krycek and Fowley won't be the only ones who pay."

"Fine, as long as *we're* in agreement," she said harshly, stepping off the elevator.

Skinner followed her out the exit. God, he wouldn't want to be in either one of their shoes. He didn't look forward to the long plane trip ahead, which was going to be tense and uncomfortable.

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The morph spent six hours aimlessly searching for the two men. He couldn't believe that they could elude him. He was so enraged that he wanted to rip the remaining arm off that traitorous human and make him eat it.

His ardor had long since vanished and he longed to get it back; he had never been aroused by one of these humans before. However, Fox Mulder had always fascinated him. There was something about the human that brought out the tenderness in his all but too often cold heart. He planned to take the beautiful human to the downed spaceship off the Ivory Coast, and from there they'd travel back to his planet. Then Mulder's conditioning would begin, he smiled wickedly thinking about what that conditioning would entail. The morph trudged back toward the cabin. He would try to retrace their path more slowly this time, there had to be something he'd overlooked. He wasn't aware that those he sought were only ten feet away, hiding inside a cave.

Mulder was shivering. He didn't know why he was so cold. As he became more aware he realized that there was someone holding him, and trying to warm him. Sniffing, he recognized the soothing scent of his new lover, and it all came rushing back to him. The cabin, the morph, the escape … he shot upright and looked frantically around. They were a cave, he dimly remembered telling Alex about it, but he didn't know how he knew it was there.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Krycek asked, pulling him back against his firm body.

Mulder leaned into him, searching for warmth and comfort; instead he felt the cold shivers racking Alex's body as well as his own. "I'm cold, I'm hungry, and I need to take a piss, but other than that I'm glad that I'm here with you," he quipped, kissing Alex quickly before standing. He walked to the far end of the cave and unzipped his coat then unfastened his pants, pulling his penis free and proceeded to pee.

Krycek walked over beside Fox and unzipped his own pants, joining his lover in emptying his bladder. "Fox, we need to leave. If we stay here much longer we'll freeze to death. The cave is still too close to the cabin to risk building a fire. Can you sense where the morph is, and which direction would put us the furthest away from him?"

Mulder was puzzled by the request. Why would he have any idea wher … then his mind made contact with the morph, it was like he was inside the morph's head looking out through his eyes. "Oh God, what is happening to me?" Mulder was frightened and started to panic when he heard the morph's depraved thoughts in his head.

"Ssh, Fox, it will be okay. I'm here. I will protect you, and take care of you, until you are through the change. Longer if you'll let me?" Krycek said, hugging Fox against his body, and he reached between them to tuck the terrified man's penis back into his pants, before attending to his own.

"The glimpses of the future I had earlier and knowing how to find this cave, is it all part of this change I'm going through?" Mulder asked, resting his head on Alex's shoulder he felt himself slowly calming down in his lover's protective embrace.

"Yes, Fox, your kind controls the earth in our future. The rest of us are used for slave labors or as living incubators to nourish the alien's offspring, but then you already know about that last part. You've been on their ship to rescue Scully," Krycek said. "Fox, I'll tell you everything, including why we weren't affected by the morph's green blood after we're a safe distance away, just tell me which direction to go?"

"We need to head north, then west, and double around back toward the cabin. Scully and Skinner are coming to rescue us, we need to be there when they arrive," Mulder said, his eyes had gone distant.

Krycek gasped, "You are good. Much better than most of the Overlords, and you haven't even fully changed yet. No wonder they are desperate to get their hands on you."

Mulder swallowed nervously, he was turning into some sort of a *freak* his whole life had been nothing but a fucking sideshow. He could almost he the carny shouting *step right up and see the half man half alien* he shook his head sadly as he pulled on his backpack.

"Do you think, you'll be able to make it very far before you have to sleep again?" Krycek questioned, mistaking Mulder's depression for tiredness.

"I should be able to hold up for at least three hours. If we could make it to the woods on the northwest side of the cabin, I could sleep there until Scully and Skinner show up," he said as they exited the cave and carefully covered their tracks as they headed north.

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When the morph walked up to the cabin he sensed three humans inside, he boldly opened the cabin door and stepped in. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I've come to take Fox back to the consortium labs. Where is he?" Fowley asked. She despised the arrogant morph who would never give her a second glance.

"Fox Mulder will be leaving this planet with me as soon as I find him," he said, watching the other two humans fan out to put him between them.

"You allowed him to escape!" Fowley growled, turning to her goons. "Put your guns away! Dammit! Do you want to get us killed?"

The two men looked confused but complied with her orders.

The morph gave her a cold look then turned and walked out of the cabin doorway into the cold night to start retracing the fleeing men's steps.

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Scully and Skinner sat next to each other on the plane, but their thoughts had them a million miles apart. Scully was focused on her partner. His brilliance, his penchant for getting into trouble, and his surprising vulnerability. Although he presented himself as a man who trusted no one, a man whose paranoia reached levels that amazed even her, Mulder displayed an almost childlike desire to believe in ideas and in people. This had led him to heartbreak time and time again. Yet he never gave up. Scully considered it part of her unspoken duty to protect Mulder, both from himself, and from those who sought to use him for their own gains. She did not know what Alex Krycek was up to, but she was sure it did not bode well for Mulder, no matter what Skinner said. Krycek had hurt people she cared about, seemingly with conscience. It might be time to solve the problem he posed once and for all.

Skinner had all but forgotten that Scully sat beside him. Although he had never been privy to the Consortium's most secret of plans, he was sure that he had heard the phrase "New Order" before. There was almost a sense of deja-vu when he heard the morph say it. The words had struck a chord deep within him, one that sent chills down his spine. The threat this posed was sitting there on the edge of his memory, but he could not grasp it. Almost as if it was a dream he could not quite remember. "Oh Mulder, what have you gotten yourself into?" Although he did not trust Krycek, he was sure the triple agent would do everything he could to ensure Mulder's safety. He did not expect Scully to understand his certainty in this matter, but he had seen the look in Krycek's eyes when he gazed at Mulder. Skinner was sure that Krycek did not think that anyone had picked up on the fleeting emotion in those green eyes. But Skinner had. He knew the look all too well. He had had enough practice trying to keep it from his own face when Mulder was near. He would not fail Mulder this time. Skinner would find him and keep him safe, or die trying. His reverie was broken by the pilot, who informed him that the plane would be landing in 20 minutes. Skinner nodded to Scully, and they began to prepare themselves for what was to come.

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Fowley did not know how things had gotten so bad so quickly. Finally, real power had been within her grasp, only to slip away. Why had she trusted Krycek? She should have known better, but the chance that it might have paid off was too good to pass up. No one knew of her "indiscretion," and she intended to keep it that way. The hated morph had left for places unknown after reaffirming his intention to retrieve the spaceship and take Mulder away. After talking to the CSM, she had agreed that this had to be stopped at all costs. Having control of Mulder was one of the few leverage points they had against the aliens. For the aliens to get possession of Mulder without conceding anything to the Consortium was unacceptable, not to mention dangerous. There was only one solution. Mulder had to die, and if she played her cards right, Krycek would go down with him. She supposed she should feel some sort of regret, considering her past relationship with him. Instead, all she felt was a mean sense of satisfaction. Oh yes, Mulder was going to get what was coming to him, and she was going to be lucky enough to watch. A nasty smile appeared on her face as she began punching numbers into her cell phone, making plans.

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The wind had picked up and the temperature continued to drop. Such things bothered the morph not at all. He was lying in wait, just out of sight of the cabin. The human female thought herself clever, but she was really quite predictable. All he had to do was wait, and she would lead him to his prize. He would kill her afterwards. Her thoughts toward Mulder angered him, and she would suffer. He was increasingly protective of this special human, and it puzzled him. Such things were not in his nature. When time permitted, he would think more on the matter, but right now he would wait. Things would be happening quickly, and he had to be ready.

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Fox stumbled and when Alex would have helped him he shook his head. "I'm fine, Alex. If we just go a bit further…we'll be fine."

Alex nodded and though he stayed close to the man he loved more than anything, he respected the man's independence.

After another twenty minutes Mulder took a right turn and slipped under low hanging branches, having to take off his backpack and push it before him. When Alex followed he saw that Fox had found a huge area completely canvassed by branches of large trees. The branches touched the ground and formed a natural tent, but it was large enough to allow for a fire even considering rising ash and sparks. Alex gave Mulder a nervous look as he noticed a plentitude of dry wood and several stones. Mulder was beginning to drag rocks together to form a circle. Alex was gaping at him as Mulder sank to a sitting state but the rocks still continued to form a circle.

Mulder shivered, the effort of setting up for a fire tiring him. He didn't even realize that he had begun to move the rocks with his mind instead of his arms.

Alex caught Fox as he fell and he spent only a few moments arranging small pieces of wood and pine needles in a layered criss-cross. He lit the eager fuel and while it formed a hot base he got out Mulder's and his sleeping bags. He zipped them together and after he put several more layers on his lover's body he slid Mulder into the large bag. He fed the fire larger pieces of wood and spent long moments clearing a five foot range from the perimeter of the fire. When he was certain that only dirt lay between the outer line and the fire he slid into warmer garb and slid into the bag with Mulder. He kissed the sweet lips and his cock twitched at the proximity of the sweet body.

Fox's eyes opened suddenly and startling Alex he asked, "Are you warm, Alex?"

Alex blinked tiredly. "Yeah. I am so warm."

"You feel warm." Fox's voice was a purr, a sleepy purr. "You feel so good, so there. Does that make sense?"

Alex kissed Fox's lips softly, chastely. "It does. You are so there to me too. You have always been more there than anyone else."

Fox's eyes glimmered in the flickering fire, "Tell me about your world, Alex." He raised one hand to caress Alex's face. "What brought you to me?"

Alex pushed his hardening cock into Fox's belly. "Oh why are we even talking? Baby, I know …I *know* how quick life is over…at the least expected moment, it's over…everything you think you want to do…you don't do it…you get one chance, and I want to spend as much time loving you as I can."

Fox suddenly shoved Alex back and fell on top of him with a ravenous kiss. "Oh Alex, I need you."

Alex let Fox strip him and when Fox slithered down to take Alex's hard, dripping cock in that warm mouth Alex couldn't help but let out a strangled scream.

"Shh, Alex… this is just beginning." Fox bent with a small smile and proceeded to show Alex just how much he appreciated Alex's body.

Alex was pumping his hip up, a hand bitten in his mouth to keep his sounds of pleasure from exploding in their own private world. His legs spread wide and he gasped, almost a sob, as Fox sucked harder and faster, his mouth a hot, liquid suction that took him over the edge faster than he could have imagined.

His body was still quivering when he came back to himself. Fox was leaning over him with a small, tired smile on his face.

"You are so beautiful, Alex. You come so pretty...so sweet."

Alex tilted his head. "Come here and I'll show you who is beautiful."

Fox lay down next to Alex and actually began to dress him. "No, Alex. I am too tired…I really need to rest soon…I just want to hear about your life…your childhood. The image of you as a child in the snow...that happened didn't it?"

Alex frowned. He remembered that. Marie had died that day…died horribly and wetly...blood everywhere. "I…I…yes."

"I'm sorry. You loved her…your sister…didn't you?" He kissed the pink lips. "I guess we are more alike than we know."

Alex nodded. "My family was slaughtered and I...well I was to go to the slavers. I guess they thought I was a pretty child." He jumped up to add several more pieces of wood, enough to stoke the fire for many hours. He slid back into his clothes, the image of his sweet, loving sister…blood a crimson stain about her torn body, a definite ardor dowser. He slid back in with the intently staring man he'd die for. "You don't know how many different types of aliens there are that come to the trough that is Earth. Some are really into human flesh…and not to dine upon. Pretty children are a commodity just like the breeders are."

Mulder stroked the stubbled jaw, feeling that Alex was almost unbearably sad. He knew Alex would never admit to vulnerability and so he smiled and feigned a yawn.

Alex, predictably rubbed a concerned hand over Mulder's face. "Are you tired, baby?"

Mulder nodded, not entirely lying. He drew Alex tight to him and said. "Do you mind if we just sleep now?"

Alex snuggled in happily, relaxing his guard and enjoying the protective grip of his lover. "No, not at all. You rest, I'll…" he yawned suddenly and deeply. "I'll keep a watch."

Fox smiled into the dark silk of Alex's head and said, "Thank you, baby."

"No…no prob…" and Alex was asleep.

Mulder shifted Alex a bit, and he slid himself into a half sleep, knowing that he was coming out of his change. He shifted the fire a bit and added even more wood, all the while holding Alex. It wouldn't do for his lover to catch cold.

He listened to the whispers again in his mind, only now they were making sense. They weren't frightening, they were communications between alien and human…they were things to come and things that had happened already. A cacophony that was easily tamped down and controlled until the only thing he heard was the sweet sound of Alex's breathing. He knew what he was…and what the alien invaders wanted of him. However, he knew too what he could do to thwart them. He had no guarantees that he and Alex…and Scully of course could win against the odds they were up against, but he knew that they had to try. He sighed. They *had* to get to that ship in Africa. The answers…the weapons they needed were there.

A faint whimper escaped Alex's mouth, so faint only his advanced senses picked up the sound. He cut out the other voices in his head and concentrated on the man sleeping next to him. Once again he felt his mind drift and immediately he picked up Alex's dream...

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Northern Alaska
March 13, 2085

"I wonder where they took everyone?" Marie said after she finished her meal of bread, dehydrated chicken, and crackers and cheese.

Marie was the one who found the underground storage bins in the mess hall, so they tore into the packaged food left over from the old United States Army. The food had to be over ten years old, but it was still edible.

Alex didn't want to think about what happened to the former occupants of Camp B so he took another bite of chicken and chewed quickly, the food was so tough it took him about three minutes to break it down and swallow. He couldn't remember being this tired, his father made them run across the snow covered meadow, and as much as he tried to keep up, his shorter legs held him back, but he made it to the other side, and no alien scout planes dropped out of the sky yet.

Maddy said they needed to rest for five minutes, but Alex had a feeling that twenty minutes wouldn't help him catch his breath. After the small break they were on their way again. A non stop fast walk through snow drifts and trees. He didn't know how his father knew the way and he didn't have the energy to ask.

They arrived at the Camp B with twenty minutes to spare, but the camp was deserted. Alex was too afraid and tired to mention his fears. His father would know what to do.

Overturned chairs in the tents and half-eaten dinners testified that their worst fear probably came true. The aliens found the camp and stole everyone. His father told him and Marie to stay in the mess hall until they returned.

He stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth and chewed quickly, not knowing when his father would return to the dinning tent and force them to run again.

"Well what do you think?"

"About what?" Alex answered with his mouth full; Maddy wasn't here to snap at him for his bad manners.

She sighed, "What do you think dummy? Weren't you paying attention?"

Truthfully he tuned her out sometimes, besides he was eating she should know not to bother him. He looked down at his food scattered on the wooden table in front of him, and shivered as a gust of wind blew the tent flap open letting more cold air into the tent. "Umm... I didn't hear what you asked?"

"I said I wonder where everyone went."

"Oh I didn't think you wanted a answer for that."

She chewed at her bottom lip and rubbed her hands together and blew on them. She was starting to feel the cold now that her mind was off her empty stomach. "Well I assume you probably hear more stories than me. You hang out with a lot of boys whenever we come by the camps."

He brought another piece of bread to his mouth, buying more time for him. He didn't think it was such a good idea to scare his sister with the stories his friends told him. Some of them were horrific and he wasn't sure if John and Steven were telling the truth. Why would the aliens plant more aliens inside of humans? Didn't they have their own females? After he finished swallowing his food he answered timidly, "I think the aliens took everyone to work on farms or something?"

"Well that doesn't sound too bad." She fell silent after that and opened another package of freeze-dried food. If it weren’t for the cold he would feel at home.

He finished his second packet and started playing with the wrappers by trying to stuff everything into a tiny cardboard box. A small inkling of unease pressed at the back of his mind, as he glanced up at the clock again and noticed that thirty minutes passed and his dad still wasn't back from investigating the rest of the camp.

"Alex this isn't right, they should have returned by now."

He felt tears well up in his eyes because he knew she was right, they needed to get out of here fast. "Shhh.. be quiet. We need to hide before they find us." He whispered.

Marie reached over to turn off the lantern so he slapped her hand away from the switch. "No if we turn off the light anyone outside will know where we are, come on we can crawl on the ground and hide in the storage bins. "

He felt confident that he could protect his sister and make it to safety. His father's lessons although tedious might just save his life. Trying not to think about the distance from their table to the kitchen he slowly slid to the floor and crawled after her, concentrating on following her feet. He didn't hear or see anything when the light went out. "Oh shit! He scrambled to his feet and tried running but tripped over Marie who was just jumping to her feet. Alex made out a dark shadow running around the tent, but every time he turned to see where it was heading, the dark shadow was somewhere else. Every instinct in his body screamed that the shadow wasn't human, or from this planet. He whimpered and started backing away with Marie's hand on his shoulder. She saw the dark shadow as well and her hand trembled.

"Alex when I say run, move behind me and run to the kitchen and go out the back entrance. I'll try to keep whatever that is stalking us distracted."

"But... "

"Shut up Alex baby and do what I say." Her voice steadied with resolve and she slowly pulled him to her body so as not to alarm the monster in the tent. He felt her strong arms wrap around his waist and for a moment her head rested on his and he heard her whisper, " I love you." before she picked him up and swung him around and yelled, "Run!"

As soon as she flung him away from her he sprinted for the kitchen not looking back. The back tent flap was partway open so he dived through and rolled when he hit the ground. He came up on his feet and sprinted for the woods. He had to escape and make it to safety. He couldn't think about Marie.

He heard the dogs before he saw them, they came around the side of a tent and he twisted to the right and ran through another set of tents. Why did his father make them hide in the middle of camp? He saw men step out of a large tent and he ignored them as he ran past the startled group. He almost made it to the trees when a large animal jumped on his back and jaws clamped to the neck of his jacket. He screamed and fell backwards on top of the dog. He continued to scream and scream as more dogs surrounded him growling, snarling, and nipping at his jacket. Finally, an eternity later, someone came and pulled the dogs off him. He continued to cry even after the tall man stood him up, shooed the dogs away, and forced him to march back to the camp, with his hands tied in front of him.

"Please where are you taking me?" he begged the tall man. He tried twisting out of the man's grip, but instead of loosening the hold, the man tightened his hands more firmly around the rope attached to his tied wrists.

The tall man led him straight to the tent he passed earlier. "So you caught the little runner." A cold voice sneered. He looked up at the tall man wearing a parka.

"The dogs brought him down near the trees." An equally cold voice stated back, this time in a weird monotone way. The man sounded like a machine.

"Hmmm… the boy's family is dead. The sentries say they found the body of a dead girl in the food tent, and apparently our scouts killed the mother and father outright. Gruesome site I might add. "

Alex bowed his head so the man couldn't see how much his words hurt him. Marie. His dad. He didn't know how he was going to live without them. A sob escaped his throat and he clamped down on it immediately, but it was too late.

"Ah the poor baby is crying for his mommy and papa. Human emotions disgust me. Get this piece of filth out of here and make sure he dies slowly. "

Not caring anymore about his future, Alex didn't struggle against his captor.

"Stop!"

The man holding his leash halted so suddenly at the command he bumped into him. He jerked his head around to see what was happening. A young man, in his early twenties stood in the entrance of the warmly lit tent, wearing only jeans and a black T-shirt. Authority radiated off the man. " I need a bed warmer tonight and since your stupid "scouts" killed the boy's sister. I need a replacement. Bring the boy to me, I need to see if he's worth the effort." The man in the parka looked angry for a moment before he stalked off.

His captor dragged him to the man in jeans. His legs trembled when strong fingers grabbed his chin and jerked his head up and twisted his face from one side to the other, studying him. Abruptly, the fingers left and he turned around, but before he stepped back into his tent the words that would change his life forever, left the man's lips. "I want him clean and in this tent in one hour."

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Sunlight filtered through the tent and with a faint moan of pain he opened his eyes. Heavy arms wrapped around his body kept him from moving. He closed his eyes again and tried not to cry. At least he was alive, and he could try escaping back to… back to.. His chest ached from repressing his grief. He didn't have anyone to go back to, just people who lived like his family, one day at a time. Always running and hiding from the aliens and their human slaves.

He closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep again and forget last night. He wiggled around trying to get more comfortable, but instead he caused the faint throbbing in his ass to sharpen. He sniffled back his tears and tried to concentrate his other injuries. The bruises on his wrists looked nasty but didn't really hurt. His legs had scratches, and his back had abrasions where his violator scratched and bit him. Why didn't his father ever warn him of this possibility?

A few minutes later, the man behind him started to stir and come awake. He tried holding still so the man wouldn’t hurt him anymore. He hoped. The hands lying over his naked stomach roamed up and started pinching his nipples and one drifted down and touched his dick. He lay on the bed holding his body stiffly; hoping the man would grow bored and leave him alone. Instead the man continued to play with him until, the man with the parka opened the tent flap and waltzed in. The man sneered at him with obvious disgust. He buried his head in the pillow and tried to ignore the conversation going on around him. A flush of shame swept through his body and tears formed behind his tightly closed eyes.

Suddenly, the pillow was jerked out of his hands and he blinked in confusion at the naked young man sitting on the bed next to him smoking a cigarette. "Come on don't hide behind a pillow. It makes you look like a baby. Lets see what I have here. Last night I really wanted to fuck, so looks didn't matter as much. "

He paused and sucked in another lung full of smoke, before he looked down at him again and frowned. " Stop your tears now, or you can forget about me keeping you. I can just as easily feed you to the aliens that killed your family."

Alex sniffed and wiped the tears from his eyes, and glared at his enemy.

The man laughed in delight. "Oh yes, you look much better now that you aren't crying. I think some of the redness and puffiness is a result of tears. Green eyes, brown hair, smooth young body. My peers are going to be jealous. What's your name boy?"

"Alex."

"Last name?"

"Krycek."

"Okay now how old are you? I need to know how long I'm allowed to keep you. You do know that once you turn sixteen all human males are sent to breeding camps, and then at twenty-two, its incubation camp. After that its bye bye earth." Alex flinched at the man's insane laughter.

"I'm twelve."

"Okay this is good. It looks like you're going to be my new fuck toy for the next four years or until I find someone better than you. As far as you are concerned I don't have a name. You can call me master. Obey my orders and mind your own business and you’ll be fine. Also you look ugly when you cry so don’t do it anymore. Last night is forgotten, after all it was your first time, the pain was to be expected. If you prove to be untrainable, I'll have no choice but to execute you myself. Do I make myself clear?"

Alex reeled in shock he had to let this "master" use him every night for the next four years. No fucking way! There had to be a way to escape, till then he would please this man, and bid his time till he gained more strength, then he would escape and somehow gain revenge on the aliens that took over his home world.

He remembered the pain and humiliation of last night and cringed inwardly knowing it was going to happen again, but he would escape. Someday. With his decision firmly in mind he picked his head up stared at the charcoal eyes boring into his green ones and answered. "Yes Master."

His owner stood up and walked to a chest at the foot of the bed and grabbed a neat pile of clothes and laid them on the end of the bed and started dressing. "Good learning already. Come on get dressed, there is something I have to show you so you can forget about your old life and start to enjoy serving the aliens and their allies."

Sitting up proved to be somewhat of a chore for him, all the muscles in his body ached. Goosebumps ran along his arms and made his nipples harden, the heater in the corner didn’t keep the tent as warm as his keeper’s body. He found his clothes thrown on the floor in the corner. Maddy would have yelled at him if he left his clothes like that overnight. He sniffed back more tears, he didn't know why he felt like crying over the old nag? She was always mean to him, but she brought Marie into his life, and when she forgot why she hated him she sometimes talked to him like she cared.

A slap on the back of his head brought him out of his thoughts.

"Stop daydreaming and get dressed, or I'll drag you outside in the buff."

A brief glance showed his master already halfway dressed. He quickly pulled on his pants, two shirts, a brown knitted sweater, and socks and shoes. He felt a moment of panic when he couldn't find his jacket, but before he could say anything, a strong hand grabbed his arm and dragged him outside into the cold winter camp.

He winced when the sun hit his eyes, the storm from the night before blew over, and now the compact snow in the campground reflected the sun like a laser beam. "Where are you taking me?" He asked once his master slowed down and allowed him to walk on his own feet.

With the suddenness of a striking snake, his master stopped, twisted around and punched him in the stomach. Air burst out of his chest and he dropped to his knees in the snow holding his hands to his chest. He tried to cry out in fear and pain, but he couldn't breath. Tears leaked out of his eyes and his ribs expanded with each deep breath he attempted. Finally after an eternity he pulled in small tiny bits of air, the last time he ever had the wind knocked out of him so badly was when he and Marie jumped from the roof onto a pile of snow, and on his turn he jumped too far and landed on the hard packed snow surrounding the cabin. Marie of course ran inside for help, terrified that he broke his ribs. Once he got his breath back his father punished both of them for playing instead of working.

This time no one was going to run for help and he wasn't sure why he was punched in the first place. As before, once he got his breath back he started sobbing, which angered the man controlling his future. Rough hands picked him up and set him on his feet, then his world darkened and pain exploded inside his head. He fell to the ground again and grunted when heavy boots kicked him over and over again. Through the rush of blood roaring in his ears, he heard someone shouting, "Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying." He curled into a ball whimpering and praying for the pain to stop.

He didn't know when the kicking stopped his small body ached and his mind felt so tired. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Eventually, his master picked him up again and set him on his feet, which immediately threatened to collapse out from under him. A few muttered oaths reached his ears but he didn't understand what they meant. "Come on Alex. Take it one step at a time, after I show you what you need to see you can go to sleep. "

The voice hypnotized him and confused him, how could the man sound so cruel and insane one minute and gentle and kind the next?

"You broke a rule Alex so I had to punish you, do you know what rule your broke?"

"N..ng...no. " Alex tasted blood in his mouth and his lips felt numb.

The man didn't seem to care that Alex's answer was slurred and unintelligible. "You are never to speak unless asked to. Next time you'll get more than a beating. Whipping is the common method of punishment for slaves, and a fitting one considering you are lower than animals. Just remember if you are scarred too badly I'll have to get rid of you."

He didn't know if he shivered due to the cold or at the ominous words. He wrapped his arms around himself; his sweater was soaked with melted snow. Warm snot started running out his nose and he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, and stared at the beaten down snow under his feet, waiting for his master's next command.

"Follow me."

Alex concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other as he trudged after his owner, until suddenly the man stopped in front of a tent at the edge of camp. Alex felt a moment of curiosity, before his owner untied the tent flaps and opened one of the flaps and tied the rope to the nail sticking out of the wood.

The stench of the tent hit him like a slap, he didn't know what caused such a smell, but it was nasty. He saw a foot sticking out of the shadows and took a step back in shock. His owner grabbed his arm and pulled him to the opening, to show him what was inside the tent.

"I don't want to see it! Please no." A small voice cried out in his soul. Slamming his eye's shut didn't cut out the image of his family dead and mutilated laying on the floor of a tent. His sister's head faced the entrance of the tent and her wide eyed expression looked so blank and empty. If dying meant losing himself and becoming nothing, then he didn't want anything to do with it. A surprised look graced his stepmother's face and his father's faces. Whatever attacked them did it so quickly they didn't even have a chance to react. His sister was taken so quickly by the monster she didn't have time to react either, instead he realized, her face was blank in concentration. Frozen blood pulled around his sister's body, and her clothes looked like something had shredded them.

He twisted out of the hands holding his shoulders, and turned toward the taller man, his head reaching the man's chest, and held his breath. Throwing up was not his favorite thing to do, but right at that moment, he felt like retching till his stomach came out and the scared butterflies went away.

Without saying a word both males walked back to the busy center of camp. He was led to the tent he woke up in, his owner didn't speak until Alex was in bed. "Alex the reason I showed you your family, is because of your age. Most boys think they are immortal, that is not the case, and definitely not now, humans like you and your family lived in hiding most of the time. I needed to show you what death looks like so you can learn how to avoid it. Now get some rest."

Every time he closed his eyes, pictures of Maddy, dad, and Marie dead flashed in the black space of his closed eyes. Eventually, he ignored the pictures and fell asleep.

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Mulder started awake, as the man in his arms thrashed on the ground. So that is what happened to Alex's family. He closed his eyes, and rested his head back on the rock behind him. Restless sounds escaped Alex's throat; he hugged the man tighter, so much pain in such a short life, how did Alex retain his sanity? He could feel the murmur of Alex's thoughts in his dream.

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Skinner looked out of the helicopter window at the brightening landscape below. It wouldn't get too much lighter; the sun barely peeked above the horizon up here at this time of year. His fears for Mulder's safety grew more acute with every passing second. He prayed that they wouldn't arrive too late. That somehow Krycek had gotten Mulder to safety.

//Sir, I'm fine. Alex and I will meet you when you land, but be prepared to take off quickly. That alien shape-shifter and my *ex* are in the woods searching for us,// Mulder's voice echoed within Skinner's head, and he jerked upright startled, he glanced over at Scully to see if she had heard Mulder, too. However, the petite agent seemed lost within her own thoughts. Skinner tried to communicate back to his missing agent. //Mulder, can you hear me or is this a one sided connection?// He waited but when Mulder didn't reply after several minutes he started to think he might have imagined the whole thing. Why would Mulder reach out to him and not to his partner?

//Your mind is more open to me. Scully has more blocks around her thoughts,// Mulder said silently, as he gently shook Alex awake. "C'mon, sweetheart, time to get up, our lift will be here in about fifteen minutes," he whispered huskily, nibbling his ear lobe.

Alex came instantly awake, he slipped silently out of the sleeping bag and started to pack up their gear. He was used to moving in a hurry. "Fox, how do you know how close Skinner and Scully are?"

Mulder smiled at him and grabbed his hand to stop him from packing. "Leave it. It will only slow us down. Their helicopter is close enough for me to read Skinner's mind and communicate with him telepathically. Alex, we have to be careful, the morph isn't the only one in the woods looking for us now. Diana Fowley and a couple of her hired guns are searching as well. We have to move fast, they will hear the helicopter when it gets here."

//Mulder?//

Mulder smiled at the sound of Skinner's voice in his head. This was so cool. It was like being one of his own X-Files. //Sir, we're heading for the clearing by the cabin now. See you soon.// Mulder felt energized and realized that he had made it totally through the change. When he caught Alex staring at him, he got worried that his appearance had drastically changed, too.

"Alex, what? Don't tell me that I've turned into some freak," he said, feeling his face for any weird bumps or protrusions.

"No, Fox, you look beautiful. The change has cured the damages that time had caused to your body. You look at least ten years younger. In the future, they have a cure against aging, at least for those that could afford the expensive medicines and have been approved by the ruling overlords," Krycek said, walking next to Mulder as they trekked through the dense forest.

Mulder kept his mind focused on the positions of their enemies and Alex's conversation. "You were going to tell me why we didn't die from the retrovirus," he asked.

"The treatments you had received as a small child made you partially immune to it, but the change made you totally resistant to its effects. I was vaccinated when I was a teenager against it. The resistance had been able to develop a vaccine that prevents the retrovirus from thickening our blood. That really pissed off the aliens when they found out, it was the first big victory we've had against them," Krycek sighed.

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The morph had discovered the hidden cave and stood inside sniffing at the scent of the human's urine against the far wall of the cave. The sweet aroma of his Fox and that sharp scent of Alex Krycek had alerted him to the hidden entrance to the cave. "Careless, Fox Mulder. I will train you how to cover your tracks far better in the future," the morph smiled, looking forward to those intensive training sessions. He would let a very naked Fox loose in the tame wilderness on his planet and hunt him for sport, his reward for catching his Fox would be a long, hard fuck on the spot. His cock twitched at the thought of those ivory, taut, buttocks sandwiching his thick manhood.

He wondered how long Fox would be able to elude him when properly trained. The thought of the beautiful young human having to survive by digging for large grubs to eat, which were a plentiful source of protein on his planet. While the sun colored Fox's skin a golden hue made the morph even more aroused. "Oh, Fox Mulder, when I am through with you, we will be an unstoppable team. I shall teach you to enjoy the kill in addition to the hunt. Watching your prey beg pitifully for their lives as you slid the blade into the base of their skull is one of life's greatest pleasures," he mused, picking up their trail north of the cave.

He headed off at a faster pace, his hunger for the lovely human growing more intense with each passing minute. He stopped occasionally to sniff at a twig or to more closely examine the forest floor.

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The thick forest canopy had lightened since they had been out searching, and Fowley stumbled over to a log, cursing as she sat exhaustedly down. She would personally put a bullet between both pairs of beautiful eyes. The two men she was with stopped and waited impatiently for her to get back on her feet.

She wasn't moving anytime soon. Fowley was tired, hungry, and totally pissed off at Fox. The longer she had searched for him the more pissed off she got. Humph, to think, Fox had been given powers that he would never fully appreciate just because he was Bill Mulder's son. Those powers should have been hers. She would have made a great ruler, she thought as she removed her boot and rubbed her sore foot.

However, it was too late for her now, the treatment had to be started when a human was only a toddler for it to take and even then it only took to an infinitesimal percent of children. Fox had been one of the very few children that it had worked on … his sister was missing something from her genetic make up that caused her body to reject the treatments. The consortium and aliens worked for decades to resolve the problem of changing an adult, and they finally had it solved with Cassandra Spender, but the rebels destroyed the data and killed her, now they were back to square one.

Fowley looked down at her wrinkled hands, she was extremely jealous of Fox for his beauty and brilliance. Even as her looks faded with age, he only got more beautiful. God it was always Fox, the golden boy of the consortium by age two, next the golden boy genius at Oxford, later the golden boy profiler of the FBI, now … if allowed to live, the golden boy to the alien invaders. Everything just seemed to go his way. She grinned darkly when she recalled the hand she had played in his fall from grace at the FBI. Now she would be his executioner. Maybe life wasn't so bad.

After she killed Fox and that traitorous rat then she'd have a little chat with that pushy redhead. Fowley's head shot up to look at the sky as she heard the sound of a helicopter over head. "Shit!" she swore, pulling back on her boot she rushed after her men as they raced the five miles back to the cabin.

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"Get your gun ready, Agent Scully!" Skinner barked as the helicopter hovered over the open field and started to set down. "There they are!" He pointed as Mulder and Krycek came out of the dense underbrush on their northwest side jogging toward them.

Scully drew her gun when she saw a few distant figures racing toward them from the other direction. The helicopter hadn't set fully on the ground when Skinner was opening the door and reached out his hand for Mulder to grab.

Mulder took it as his foot stepped on the landing rail and he was pulled inside, he quickly turned and reached back for Alex, hauling his lover on board just as a hail of bullets tore into the side of the helicopter. Scully leaned out and aimed at the closest figure, popping off three quick shots, she watched as the man crumpled to the ground. She had to cancel her next shot as Skinner's arm wrapped around her slight waist and hauled her completely inside the helicopter as it quickly rose above the tree line.

"Hey, Scully, nice shooting," Mulder said, leaning back in Alex's arms, he snuggled closer to Alex's body to the total shock and disgust of his partner.

Skinner just took it all in stride, he was not at all shocked or disgusted. Only a little disappointed that Krycek had won Mulder's heart. "Agent Mulder, how are you feeling?" he asked. Noticing the man's more youthful appearance for the first time.

"I've never felt better, sir," he said, holding Alex's hand in his lap, he started to rubbed soothing circles in his lover's palm with his thumb.

Scully couldn't take it any longer. "What's … what's this?" she asked irritably, her finger pointing between their hand holding and overlapping legs.

"Scully, I am in love with Alex. We're lovers," Mulder said gently. He could read her outrage and disgust on her face as well as her mind.

"Dammit, Mulder, he killed your father and had a hand in my abduction," Scully growled.

"Alex had good reasons for everything he has done. Please, Scully, just hear him out. Alex maybe the only chance we have of stopping the aliens," Mulder pleaded, realizing by her icy blue eyes that convince Scully was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

"I'm willing to listen, Agent Mulder. However, first we need to get you both someplace safe," Skinner said.

"No, we need to get to that disabled spaceship on the Ivory Coast before the morph or the consortium can get to it first," Mulder replied.

"Mulder, how did you know about that?" Scully asked.

"The morph let it slip about the spaceship," Mulder said, looking into her eyes. "Do you really believe now, Scully?"

"Yes. You were right, Mulder. If we can get to that ship before the others do, then the world would have its proof," she said, tiredly. She had been going nonstop since Mulder had been stricken by the ... strange illness. "Mulder, you look ... younger," Scully said baffled.

Mulder only smiled at her.

"No, we need what is onboard that spaceship. We can't risk exposing them to the public, yet. If we do they will only invade early. We need to stop them all together or this planet won't have a chance in hell," Krycek said forcefully, his voice did not allow for argument.

"What's on that ship, Krycek?" Skinner asked.

"Our Future."

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Fowley raged as she watched the helicopter pick up Mulder and Krycek. She completely ignored the dying man writhing in pain just several feet from where she had hid.

"Damn, damn, damn! Those sons-of-bitches!"

The whole enterprise threatened to come clattering down around their heads. Their alien masters were far from forgiving, especially of so many slipups, but even more frightening was the prospect of telling her boss of their missed attempt at terminating Mulder and that traitor Krycek.

"Diana Fowley."

Fowley whirled around. Before her stood the morph. His sudden arrival chilled her, but it also filled her with fury.

"And where have you been? So much for your superior tracking skills! They got away, and you know where they're headed!"

The morph sneered at her. "And where would that be, Diana Fowley?"

"The spaceship, you fool! His little red-headed partner paid a trip to Africa, and I guarantee you that that's where they're going. Very soon they'll be putting two and two together, and years of planning will be blown right to smithereens!"

The morph frowned angrily at her. "I'm not interested in your emotional human reactions to such a trivial inconvenience, Diana Fowley. What interests me more are your intentions regarding Fox Mulder."

Cold dread pierced her soul. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. I warned your bosses specifically not to harm the hybrid, to try first to ensure his cooperation, but none of you would listen. You are here to do just that, to assassinate him along with that worm, Alex Krycek," the morph responded quietly.

"No, that's not true!" Fowley lied. "We were going to take him back!"

"It is impossible to lie to me, Diana Fowley," the morph said menacingly, as he brandished the knife that he always held near. "My telepathic capabilities are fully functional. You have failed in your quest, Diana Fowley, but unfortunately for you, I do not intend to fail in mine!"

Fowley screamed as the knife came down, severing the artery in her neck. Her body dropped to the ground, and the morph calmly wiped off his blade as she lay dying.

He turned to watch the helicopter as it disappeared into the sky. He would finish off the other man who had arrived with Fowley and then hunt once again for his Fox. Fowley was probably correct, the group must be headed to the abandoned spaceship in Africa. He laughed to himself. They would certainly get some surprise once they arrived there.

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CSM frowned as he lit up a Morley. He hadn't heard from Fowley in several hours, and he was concerned at a possible hitch to their plans. The woman was a loyal operative, and he would be a bit perturbed if she had to be terminated.

His cell phone rang. "Yes?"

It was one of the Consortium's Alaskan operatives. "We found Fowley's body, sir, and the others, near the cabin that Mulder was staying. It looks like the morph got to them before they got to Mulder."

CSM tightened his grip on the phone. It wasn't so much regret he felt as rage at this unforeseen digression from the intended path.

"Have Mulder and Krycek escaped?"

"It appears that way."

CSM considered the options. Chances were that it was Skinner and Scully who helped rescue their alien hybrid friend and that traitorous rat. It never ceased to amaze him how those two would follow

Mulder to the ends of the earth if it were required of them. However, he was doubtful that their intent was to return to DC, as that would be the first place the Consortium would search for Mulder.

They still needed to get their hands on Mulder before the morph did. When it came to power, the odds were stacked in the favor of the morph, but perhaps Mulder could still be used as a bargaining chip. CSM might as well try to salvage what little remained of the Consortium's relationship with the aliens. Chances were that the morph would be furious if they terminated Mulder now, as the Bounty Hunter must already be aware of the extent of the hybrid's capabilities, which is probably why he killed Fowley and the others.

He allowed himself an evil smile as he pondered what else the morph might want Mulder for.

"Our plans have changed. Termination is no longer an option. Capture him alive and as soon as possible. Inform the necessary parties."

"Certainly, sir."

"I suggest you track Agent Scully's recent whereabouts as a start to finding Mulder," CSM said, exhaling a huge cloud of white-grey smoke as he concluded the discussion.

"We'll do that, sir," the operative gratefully responded.

After he hung up his phone, CSM mused on the unwelcome turn the project had suddenly taken. His problem, he decided, was consistently underestimating Fox Mulder and the loyalties of his friends. However, he was damned if he was going to let Bill Mulder's son ruin the years of careful planning. One way or another, Fox Mulder was going to pay.

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5:35 AM
Mozambique

Skinner mopped his brow with a large, cotton handkerchief. He could never get used to high temperatures. Even in his time in Vietnam, one aspect of the entire wretched experience was the feeling of living constantly in a steam box. He had stripped off his shirt and wore only his khaki shorts, but it still didn't help much as the sweat poured down his gleaming torso.

"Agent Scully, I hope those coordinates are accurate! We need to get to that ship as soon as possible," Skinner said, glancing over at her as they marched along.

"Believe me, sir, we should have no problem finding the ship again. Edokwe was the same guide who took me there before, and the site is well-known to the villagers. They have an extremely superstitious fear of the place, which was totally justified as it turns out!" Scully sighed, adjusting her pack as she walked.

Mulder and Krycek were hiking up ahead with the guide, Edokwe. Krycek peered off tensely into the undergrowth when Mulder grabbed his hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Alex," Mulder said softly. "It won't be long now."

"I know, Fox, but I just can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen."

Mulder had his own concerns about the situation but decided not to voice them. Dark, frightening images were coming at him almost constantly, so vivid that he could swear they were happening around them, but he refused to heed them and give into his fear. His visions of the future were not good, but he was damned if he was going to give up the fight already.

Suddenly the guide started to veer off towards a clearing on the right. Alex and the others were prepared to follow him when they noticed that Mulder had stopped dead in his tracks.

"Mulder, what's wrong?" Scully queried worriedly.

"Edokwe, that's not the way to the downed spaceship," Mulder said quietly, struggling to calm his rising heartbeat.

The guide turned and look surprised. "Yes, is this way. You, your friends, follow me," he responded in halting, strongly accented English.

"No, it's not!"

Suddenly the features of the guide blurred, while his body grew in bulk and height. Edokwe's body reformed into that of the Bounty Hunter. Scully screamed, while both Skinner and Krycek immediately drew protectively around Mulder.

The morph gave Mulder an evil smile. "You astound me, little one. So much talent and so soon! You'll need hardly any training at all!"

Mulder went numb with shock. He watched in horror as the morph grabbed Skinner and sent him reeling into a tree. When the A.D. was knocked unconscious, Scully immediately ran to crouch by his side.

The morph then seized Krycek by the throat. He practically lifted Krycek off his feet, smiling at the death-like gagging sounds the triple agent emitted.

"This is what I should have done during our last encounter, pretty one. You are way more trouble than you're worth! Fox Mulder is ours, and soon your body will be feeding the scavengers of the jungle.

Did you really think you could defy us? The future of your puny planet is in our hands, and nothing you can ever do will save it!" the morph snarled, as Krycek writhed spasmodically in his grip.

"No!" Mulder yelled. He saw the morph's hand tightening on Krycek's neck and knew he was only seconds away from crushing his trachea.

The morph turned to Mulder. "Your pleas are useless, my sweet. He will die, but perhaps more swiftly than I would have chosen. I do not wish to distress you unduly."

"I'll go with you! Let him go! I'll go with you to your planet. I won't fight you, I won't try to escape! But only if you let him live!" Mulder cried.

Suddenly he took out his gun and held it against his temple while Scully cried out in shock. "Let him go, or I'll pull the trigger, dammit!"

Krycek's eyes went even wider with fear as he struggled desperately for air. He could tell that Mulder was serious, and he was terrified that the love of his life would indeed kill himself.

The morph's eyes narrowed in anger. This was indeed an unpleasant development. He dropped Krycek to the ground with a thud, who started coughing and gasping for air. As the triple agent tried to recover, the morph held his hand out to Mulder.

Mulder handed him the gun, which the morph proceeded to twist into an unrecognizable shape and then throw into the bushes. He then seized Mulder by the arm and threw him roughly over his shoulder, completely oblivious to Mulder's horrified exclamations.

"Remember your promise, my sweet!" he growled in response to Mulder's futile struggles. He smacked Mulder hard on the ass. "And if you threaten me like that again, there will be hell to pay!"

The morph then turned and raced off into the clearing on the opposite side of the woods. He ran towards the true direction of the spaceship, carrying his prize quite effortlessly upon his back. He was impatient to get Mulder onto the ship and away from this wretched planet, but first he would stake his claim in the hybrid's delectable body.

***

Fox reached out desperately with his mind. He saw the immediate future and he was afraid that he couldn't face it alone. He was wet and cold from the swim underwater to reach the entrance. He feared that Alex, after the Morph had attacked him, would not be able to make the swim, neither the swim above water out one hundred yards, nor the deep dive to reach the portal, but he had to try. Fox shuddered as he was shoved into a dry chamber. The morph had brought them initially to a room filled with water, which had drained slowly, so slowly that Fox's lungs squeezed in the painful need for oxygen. The morph had smiled and covered Fox's mouth with his own to keep him from inhaling seawater. Once in the next chamber the morph threw Mulder over his massive shoulder once more. Alex.

"Alex!" The entreaty was so loud it roused Alex who sat up looking around frantically. "Alex, hurry! Tell them what they need. Hurry! Trust them." Alex felt Fox's fear in that cry for help and he shakily made his way to Scully, who was cradling Walter's head in her lap.

"Scully, Scully, take this key," Alex gasped out as he handed her a key that looked like thousands of other similar keys. It was a locker key, a number etched into the rubber handle.

"What? What is this?" Scully asked, breathless with shock at the turn of events.

"It is to a locker in the Greyhound bus station in Sacramento, California…the downtown station. It…the locker is filled with all you need to know…explanations of where I am from, and how to get there and back. The disc is a travel instrument…be careful though. Don't go until you read everything. I meant it for Fox if I failed in my endeavor, but you have to take it now. Don't go there alone…to my…to my time…take Skinner. You'll need his strength. Jump back here if you are in danger…it is harmless to your system, but not to the aliens…they can't jump…it destroys their metabolic composition. Go there and find the Tchula weapon. You'll know what I mean. If Fox and I don't make it back…you can go public. The weapon can be duplicated…don't trust the government with it though. Make as many as you possibly can. It will tilt the balance a bit in the coming war. The war I may not be able to prevent now."

Her face registered her shock and a million questions lay waiting to be born, but Alex was gone. Sprinting after his lover and the thing that had stolen him.

The ship was cold and sterile. Corridors of some glossy steel wove an intricate maze. The Bounty Hunter felt the changeling try to fight him with his fledgling powers, but he was untrained and far too weak to hurt the big Morph. He chuckled and slapped the shapely buttocks with a restrained force. It wouldn't do to injure such a lovely part of the pretty male. He carried Mulder until he reached the control room. He set Mulder down and went to the controls and began to quickly activate the dormant computer. Mulder felt Alex's confused thoughts somewhere close, but still on the shore. He closed his eyes and tried to focus solely on Alex.

Alex screamed his frustration. The ship was in the water he knew, but hadn't considered how to reach Fox once he reached the ship. He felt Fox near and his voice was a blend of panic and calm. "Swim out to me, Alex. I'll guide you. Just hurry." Alex took off his shoes and his heavy jacket. He stripped down to just his jeans and his T-shirt and dove into the crystal clear water. He swam with sure strokes and when Fox's voice told him to take as many quick breathes as he could, and quickly, Alex knew what he was to do. He knew a lot about oxygen depravation; the slavers had found it a sport to see how long they could keep him from breathing. He took a series of quick breathes and then one long, deep breath and dove beneath the water, the alien ship a huge predator lying still on the sand, slowly coming to life once more. He followed his instincts and his own knowledge of these hated ships, and Fox's whispered encouragement. After what seemed an eternity, he found the portal opening and struggled to open it, but couldn't. His lungs were beginning to feel the strain. He would have to go up, get more air and try again. "No time, Alex. See the silver triangle? Push it." Alex did so and a lit pad of alien numbers was revealed. Fox told him the code and the portal slowly opened. Alex swam in, his lungs beginning to burn. He found a similar triangle in the inside chamber and almost pushed it. "No, Alex close the outer door first." He told Alex how and Alex did so. His movements become frenzied. He almost took in a breath of seawater but found he couldn't. Fox had seized his body and led him to the second silver triangle. Alex screamed in his mind as Fox refused to let him breath. He began to see flashes of his youth as the water drained. Fox made Alex push up and swim to the top of the room where just enough air was available, he let Alex breathe. Alex did so with great gasping screams. When the water had emptied, he crawled to the inner door and gasping still he opened it. It slid closed behind him just all the indicator lights on the control room came on. Every entrance to the ship was illuminated and confirmed closed.

Fox wanted to cry for Alex, and for the fear he had for him. The Morph would have gone to investigate why the door was open, and he would have killed Alex without a thought. He bade Alex to crawl again, but not to him. Alex had to find someplace safe to rest. Fox sent out his senses and found a room near Alex where his lover could hide and recuperate. Alex was weak from the effort of getting to the ship and from his near strangulation. When Alex had reached the little room, Fox bade him to crawl under the metal cot. He had Alex grab what looked to be a large piece of foil, but which he gathered from Alex's mind was a thermal heating blanket.

"Cold," Alex said aloud.

"Shh. Don't speak, just think." Fox advised. He helped the weakening Alex out of his wet clothes and helped him hide the clothes in a small, metal closet. Once Alex was curled beneath the low bed, the thermal blanket warming him rapidly, Fox urged Alex to sleep.

"Have to save you, baby, have to save you from him," Alex protested as his eyes closed.

"You will, lover, just sleep for now," Fox assured. Alex would save him, but not before he had endured that which he feared he couldn't endure. To emphasize this fear, the Morph turned to appraise him, and a slow smile curved on his face.

"Back together in another ship little one. Only this time I have no intention of letting you go. Did you ever wonder why I spared you? Why I went out of my to get you outside, when the ship was filled with dead humans?"

"You didn't do me any favors. I was almost crushed," Fox spat.

"Ah, but you escaped, even then you were forming and becoming. Such a pretty man as I dragged you along. You shouldn't have shot me, pretty. It was a mistake, but then humans aren't exactly known for their intelligence. Slave pigs are all they are. But now you are so much more than they. Prettier too."

Fox doubted the last, but he didn't doubt the big morph's intentions. The sound of the engines coming to life startled him, despite he knowing that they would. The power droned, with a distinctive sound, throughout the entire ship.

The corridors deep in the bowels of the immense ship were lit with a vivid green light after centuries of darkness and the sleepers stirred.

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"Sir? Are you all right, Sir?" Scully asked quietly. She was worried about his head wound. "Skinner, you have to wake up, you may have a concussion."

He stirred a bit and with a groan opened his eyes. She checked them with a worried frown. The rustling in the long grass alerted her and she drew her gun. She checked her clip and satisfied that it was filled, she slid the clip back in and watched the moving grass. The two African's came into view and she let herself relax a small bit.

They saw she and Skinner on the ground and hurried over, ignoring Scully's gun trained on them.

"Are you the FBI agents?" The taller of the two asked in a heavily French influenced accent. "Word travels fast here," he explained.

Dana nodded lowering her gun, but staying alert. "This man needs to get to a hospital, and another agent has been taken by a hostile force."

The man nodded and to Dana's surprise he pulled out a cell phone. Technology was a relentless force let loose on the world. After a short conversation the man hung up. "I am Pierre Mitteux-Bit, an odd name I know. I am an anthropologist, a professor of anthropology really, with Brown University. This is Guy Fournier, my assistant. Our camp is two miles north of here. We have a helicopter.

"An anthropologist? Are you studying the alien ship?" She asked, astounded.

He gaped at her and Guy drew back a bit. She was armed, and possibly crazy, and American. She would probably shoot first and ask questions later.

"Alien ship? Why, no Miss. We are studying the caves, north of the camp. They are filled with ancient drawings…fascinatingly advanced and thousands of years old."

Scully frowned. "Caves? Drawings? Can we see them?" she asked, wondering if they could be connected to the downed alien ship.

He looked ever more surprised by this mercurial woman. "They are restricted, but I could show you if you think it important," he said soothingly.

Skinner moaned and tried to sit up. "Mulder. Where is he, Scully?"

"The Morph took him and Alex went to try and stop them before the ship took off."

Skinner swore and sat up trying to gain his footing. "I have to go…have to help…"

Scully pulled him back into her lap. "You are going to a hospital. We have to trust that Krycek…" She grimaced in distaste, "That Krycek can get to him before..."

The sound of a Jeep coming close was suddenly eclipsed by a high pitch droning and the ground began to tremble.

"Before it takes off," Scully finished with a gasp.

Pierre hurried to aid the fallen man to his feet. Although he personally mistrusted government officials, he was never one to sit around when another needed help. He took all the weight he could of the big man and he felt tiny compared to the FBI agent. He was thankful to see his crew members run toward them as the ground shook even harder and it sounded like the stampede of elephants coming right toward them. Whatever it was, he wanted to get these agents and he and Guy away from the sound. He managed to stay somewhat calm as he made sure the big agent was placed in the seat between he and Guy. The female agent sat in front with his two crew members and they drove north toward the camp with near-reckless speed.

The cool of shadow was felt immediately as the sun was blocked. It hadn't been cloudy just a few moments earlier, Pierre mused silently.

Guy shouted. "Regarde!"

He looked to where Guy was pointing and his jaw dropped open. The driver stopped his reckless flight as the massive ship rose above them. Torrents of water and huge slabs of wet sand rained down all around the Jeep and the female agent yelled something, her voice lost in the roaring sound.

She leaned forward. "Turn toward it. Drive toward it."

The driver shook his head and began to race along the way he had originally been going.

"You're following its path…turn toward it and it'll pass over us" she commanded.

"Do it," Pierre agreed and the driver, seeing the logic of this turned the Jeep, directing it in a path directly opposing the mammoth ship.

Lights shimmered from the ship and suddenly it was silent. The driver slowed and the woman commanded him to keep driving. He responded and mere seconds after the Jeep cleared the underbelly of the alien ship, the ship shot up with incredible speed. Hundreds of tons of sand and rock, that had been on top of the ship was forced off and fell to the ground causing another tremor that nearly pitched the Jeep off the ground. The Jeep kept going, most of the debris missing it by mere meters.

Pierre and Guy had tried as desperately as they could to keep the wounded man still and his head was clenched tight to Pierre's chest. The ship was gone, not merely a speck in the sky, but gone. Whatever else Pierre knew, he knew that that ship was not of terrestrial origin. His heart pounded in his chest. "The markings on the hull…they…they are identical to some of those in the cave," he whispered, his cultured tones masking his fear and excitement.

"Mulder, the bastard's taken him away from me," the large man said quietly, and there was a wealth of sadness to be found there in those words.

Scully turned with a small gasp before she slapped her forehead, kept her hand there and shook her head. Mulder was attractive, of that there was no doubt, but that every male was making googly eyes over him? Skinner? And the rat? "We need to get him to the hospital," she reminded the stunned group, her voice brooking no defiance or hesitation.

"Is he your partner?" Pierre asked as the Jeep moved toward the camp once more.

"My partner was on that ship."

For one moment Pierre saw the tough exterior crack, and he saw a look of pure anguish steal over her set face.

"This man, is my superior. He is an Assistant Director of the FBI, Walter Skinner, and I assure you he is very important." Scully hadn't meant to sound condescending.

Pierre smiled, "Every man is important, " he said gently.

She flushed. "Yes. Of course. I suppose what I am trying to say, is that he is very important to my par…my partner and myself." Her voice nearly broke as she imagined Mulder alone with that bastard killer in an alien craft. She only could pray that Krycek had made it. "There is another man, Krycek is his name. Would you mind sending a Jeep along to look for him? He was heading toward the beach…he may not have made it on the ship…he'll need someone to collect him if he didn't."

Pierre nodded and tried to keep the Assistant Director still. "Of course."

As the helicopter took Skinner to the hospital, Scully made her way to the caves with Guy and Pierre. She wanted to be with Skinner but she had to see the caves. She had no idea how long they had before the Consortium sent a shooter to keep them from the truth. She patted the key in her pocket to assure herself that she still had it. It was safely tucked away. The main cave was not as large as she had expected. Her eyes rounded with shock at the intricate drawings covering the surface of the granite walls.

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The ship broke free of its prison and reemerged from its watery tomb. Fox felt Scully below, yet not Skinner. He panicked, wondering if Skinner had died. That thought hurt him deeply and he curled into a ball. Skinner was one of the only people he could trust. He prayed for the first time in too long to remember that Skinner was fine, and that both he and Scully could get to safety. A booted foot nudged him and he looked up to see the Morph.

"Don't you want to see your Earth for the last time for a very long time?" The Morph was smiling darkly as he hauled Mulder to his feet and brought him to a metal wall that shimmered and became translucent as the Morph touched a button.

Mulder gasped. The Earth was so far away already, but so beautiful. The moon too was in the distance and he felt like crying. He was well and truly trapped. The Morph tensed and Mulder knew he was feeling Alex's presence. He projected all his strength to distract the Morph and to shield Alex. He would have to rest before he could hope to gain enough energy to both shield Alex and help himself, but for now he had to protect Alex. The Morph would not kill him; he would delight in killing Alex.

"What is it?" Mulder asked.

"Nothing. I thought there was a sound…there is nothing."

"Oh great. I'm stuck on an alien spaceship with a paranoid Bounty Hunter. Don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts!"

The Morph sneered at Mulder. "Don't push me little one. I can be very cruel."

"You? Cruel? I can't see it," Mulder quipped.

The deep-set eyes narrowed, and a smile twisted the thick lips. "Do you want to know my name, little Fox?"

Mulder nodded. Anything to keep the bastard talking and not acting on what his eyes relayed he wanted to do.

"Master."

"I was thinking something a little less…"

The Morph grabbed the little hybrid to him and crushed that smart mouth in a rough kiss. He ripped off Mulder's shirt and lifted him off the floor so he could bite the pink nipples. "You taste so good, little bitch. You taste…umph." He dropped Fox as he cradled his crotch. He was already recovering as Fox scrambled to his feet and dashed across the room looking for anything to defend himself with. He saw the panel door and he wanted to hit himself. All the time that the Morph was working the controls and despite leading Alex along their path, he had never considered escaping out the door. He veered toward the door and slid it open. He was grabbed from behind and he slammed his head back into the Morph's throat. He followed that by a sharp jab to the ribs and he was able to free himself. He ran down the corridor and he heard a wild laugh behind him.

"So you want to play? Want to start hiding? I will find you pretty. I can smell you. When I find you I am going to fuck you…all night long." Another laugh. "And in space all there is, is night, pretty."

Fox almost fell down as he frantically tried to change directions. He had been running toward Alex. What an idiot. He heard the steady tread of the Morph coming closer and he looked around him. There was a panel door. He ran through a small hall and then down a long flight of stairs. Odd how some things were so similar. He expected turbo lifts and particle displacement chambers, but he found stairs…shiny stairs, but simple stairs for all their sheen. He hurried down them, his footsteps impossible loud in the green-lit darkness. It was so cold, but he hurried along, twisting through ever turning corridors. At first he thought the sound was simply his gasping breathes, but very quickly he realized the noise was something different. It sounded like the delicate chiming of small bells. He stopped at a entranceway where the noise seemed to be coming from. He felt calmed by the sound, and it seemed to have an awareness of him, was in fact beckoning to him. He placed his hands on the cold surface of the door separating him from whatever called to him. He wanted to stretch out his thoughts in order to explore what was behind this door. He couldn't, and mask Alex's presence at the same time. He was searching for the panel that would open the door when the Morph grabbed him up into his powerful arms.

"Oh no, pretty, you can't go in there. That would be a bad idea."

Anything that the Morph thought bad must surely be good. He didn't bother to struggle, he tried to listen to the chimes. They were speaking to him, asking him something…telling him something. He couldn't listen, he couldn't reach out. Alex needed him. He blocked out the mouth that was kissing and biting at his neck. He felt the Morph stiffen against him and he felt the tension that leaked from him.

The Morph sniffed the air and he frowned. Something was roaming down in this, the lowest part of the ship. No. More than one thing. He tossed the hybrid over his shoulder and turned back the way he had come.

Mulder heard the sounds of clicking in the corridors behind him. Rapid clicking that seemed to be coming closer. As he was carried up the metal stairs he thought the sound sounded like claws on metal.

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The sleepers rushed after the scents of strangeness and climbed the stairs just as the panel slid closed. Clawed hands scraped lightly at the impenetrable metal and after a moment's communication they descended the stairs and roamed once more. They paused before the door that housed their enemies and they pounded at the metal, knowing it was useless. They hurried along and sought out a place to hide, to wait.

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Mulder was tossed on a large, bed-like slab and he glared defiantly at the Morph, before his gaze darted about the small room he had been taken to. The Morph was taking off his tight, black T-shirt, revealing a powerfully muscled chest.

"Is this what I was chosen for?" Mulder spit out. "To be your little toy?"

The Morph ignored him and unbuckled his belt, his eyes staring intently at Mulder. He slid off his black trouser and smiled as Mulder's eyes darted to his erect cock. "Big isn't it, pretty?"

Mulder shrugged, trying to maintain his composure. Could he handle this? There was no escape, no Scully to charge in and save him, as she always did.

"Take off your pants," the Morph growled.

"No."

"If I have to take them off, I'll rip them from your body, and I assure you, there are no other items of clothing in the ship. You will spend the rest of the trip, naked. While that would please me, I don't think it would suit you. You seem unduly modest."

Mulder gasped at that. He didn't really like the idea of spending the rest of the journey nude. He glared for another moment before he began to take off his jeans.

"Good. Now I am going to take my reward for finding you. When you run and I catch you, I get to fuck you. That is the first part of your lesson. You will learn more of this on my home world."

"Oh goody, I can hardly wait," Mulder spat.

"Be quiet and turn on your stomach," the Morph commanded once Mulder was naked.

Mulder wanted to scream, to tear out the man's throat.

"Do it, boy!" the Morph growled and Mulder gasped. Skinner stood before him.

"Oh, God," he moaned. He knew it was the morph, toying with him, but to be raped by the image of Skinner was too much.

The Morph lost patience and tossed the hybrid on the sleeping mat. He slid his large body over the rigid body of his captured prey. He morphed back into his own image and began to kiss the back of Mulder's neck, making his way down to his shoulder's.

"Just do it. This isn't sex, you aren't going to turn me on, you bastard," Mulder growled.

The Morph chuckled, the little hybrid hadn't felt anything like what was going to happen to him. He would end up screaming for more. It was all part of the training, get the hybrid excited by rape, to crave violence, to become a human predator who would feed on the pain of others. Of course that the Morph was enjoying this was without question, but it was for the good of the survival of his kind that he justified his time being spent so intent on confusing the lines between rape and love. The little hybrid would not learn this lesson quickly, but learn it he would. One day he too would rape and kill, one day he would lose all his ridiculous human emotions. He spent several minutes kissing and licking at the sweet flesh, before sinking his teeth in just enough to hurt, but not to break the skin.

Mulder preferred the pain to the nauseating caresses. He reached out with his mind to touch that of his sleeping lover. He could find succor there. Alex had suffered far worse in is short life. Mulder had felt only a bit of Alex's past, but it was enough. He concentrated hard on thoughts of those green, fierce eyes, losing himself there.

"Oh, baby,"

Fox started. It was Alex's voice. He knew what the Morph was doing, but that he would use Alex for this profane act was horrible. "What's the matter, *Master,* can't do this as yourself?"

The Morph chuckled and slid his body downward. He parted the round ass cheeks and slid his tongue roughly up and down the , moist flesh.

"Just do it, godammit!" Mulder tried to escape but he was thrown down once more.

"Oh, baby, don't you like it?"

"You aren't Alex!" Mulder's voice broke. "You ar…aren't, Alex!"

"Oh poor little thing. You don't want this?" The voice was warm and the tongue flicked in an ever increasing persistent plunge. "You will," the Morph promised.

Mulder tired to block out everything, to go within himself, but when he was lifted to his knees and positioned he began to fight with ruthless abandon.

"Fight all you like, changeling, you can't stop this." To prove his point, the Morph slid in with a tremendous shove and smiled as the hybrid screamed, for the first time.

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Mulder's body clenched in pain as the knobbed head of the Morph's cock popped into him. The enormous shaft slid between his buttocks and spread him wider than he thought was humanly possible. It felt like he was being torn in two! He gritted his teeth, holding in another scream that threatened to tear free as the severe pain grew with the relentless slid of the cock deeper and deeper up his rectum. Mulder became aware of the greasiness of the organ as it glided smoothly between his buttocks and into his body. It was creating its own lubrication he realized. He had not taken a close look at the Morph's sex organ other than to note how big it was. After the cock was fully sheathed inside of him, Mulder rested his head on the mat in relief. He could feel the Morph's engorged, low hanging balls resting against his own. Mulder's body was quivering as it tried to adjust to the intrusion, he closed his eyes willing himself to relax.

The Bounty Hunter pulled his hybrid's trembling body back against his broad chest and nuzzled his neck affectionately, then he turned Mulder's head so he could claim possession of those lush lips. He licked and nipped them, tugging playfully on the full bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers twisted one of Mulder's nipples. "Mm, so sweet, so tight. Your hot ass feels so perfect wrapped around my cock like it was designed specifically for this purpose. I think I will keep you even after your training is complete." The Morph licked over the mole on Mulder's cheek and smiled at the tightly closed eyes. "Open your eyes, little one, I want to see the pleasure of our coupling reflected in their jeweled depths."

Mulder opened his eyes and put as much hatred as possible into the glare he shot at the Morph . "I hate you and will kill you for this!" he hissed.

The Hunter laughed, "So much spirit! Soon you will be begging me for my cock. You see, little one, males from my planet have an addicting quality to their semen that keeps our mates totally dependent on us to service them. Our females are kept naked and wanton. Once I fill your bowels with my cream you will be mine. My willing, obedient bitch." The Morph held Mulder's head steady as he licked his face while he pulled his cock part way out then slid back in, he watched closely as the pain filled his hybrid's hazel eyes. "It will get easier for you to take my size in time," the Morph said, leaning back he grasped Mulder's hips and admired the lovely sight of his cock stretching that tight hole. He caressed the warm flesh of his hybrid's ass and marveled at the silky softness then he pulled his cock slowly out watching lustfully as the anal muscles gripped it. When only the knobbed head was inside he slammed back in, his fingers digging into Mulder's hips to hold him in place.

The violent thrust tore another scream from Mulder, and he tried desperately to pull away, but the Hunter's fingers tightened making movement impossible. He cried out as the Morph thrust in again, his heavy sacks slapping against Mulder's scrotum added further to his misery. Mulder's penis hung lifeless, defeated. "Stop, please … stop," Mulder whimpered as the Morph's thrusts pushed deeper into him.

The Morph's reached under him and seized his penis, yanking on it as he tried to coax it to life he continued to tirelessly thrusts into Mulder's body. Both their bodies became slick with sweat and the sweet odor of musk hung heavy in the air.

The pain finally abated much to Mulder's horror. He hated the pain, but he needed it, without it, he couldn't fight off his body's growing arousal at being so tightly filled each time the Morph sank into him. The relentless pressure against his prostate caused his penis to swell in the Morph's hand. Tears of self-hatred ran freely down his cheeks at his body's betrayal.

The Hunter's mocking laughter filled him with shame. "Even without the addicting essence of my semen you are already my willing little bitch," the morph jeered and picked up the speed of his fucking. It took only a few more thrusts and Mulder's milky come was shooting between his fingers. The Morph captured some in his hand and cursed his hindsight for not bringing a container in which to catch the delicious cream. Human semen was a delicacy to his species. They had farms where abducted human males were stabled primary for the purpose of milking the tasty cream from their bodies. The humans were fed a special diet to control the flavor of the semen and increased the volume they produced. Not all the semen was collected from their farms. He chuckled when he thought of the reports in the Earthling's newspapers describing *alleged* UFO abductees. The males described how they were bound and examined then probed anally as their semen was collected. If they only knew what was done with that collected semen. The human males who were determined to be the most sexually potent were sent to the farms, while the others were dropped back on earth. The morph slowed his endless fucking as he noisily lapped the semen from his palm and fingers, enjoying the flavor that was uniquely his hybrids, so different from the other cream he had tasted.

Mulder wanted to crawl under a rock and die he couldn't take much more. He had come. At the sound of his captor noisily smacking his lips and grunting with pleasure, Mulder twisted so he could look under his arm at the Morph. The sight of the Morph with his face smeared with semen disgusted him. The thought that he would be used as this creature's fuck toy made his stomach roll. The thrusting into his body started up again, becoming more frantic then stopped suddenly and the Morph held Mulder's hips in a steel grip as he pushed forward hard. Mulder experienced a sharp pain as something large at the base of the alien's cock entered him. The object started to expand sealing their bodies tightly together. Mulder breathed through his mouth, taking short, painful breaths, the object felt as big as a grapefruit. Then Mulder felt the Morph's semen pumping into him; he squirmed as the hot fluid filled his bowels to the point of discomfort. Their bodies were too tightly sealed for the come to escape, he moaned as the Bounty Hunter hugged him tightly against his chest, then rolled them onto their sides.

A wonderful warmth washed over Mulder, and he experienced a serene inner peace. He unconsciously pushed back against the Morph. The alien's large hand splayed over his belly, gently kneading his flesh.

"Sleep now, little one, you will need your strength for later," the Morph said huskily, his voice heavily sated. His kind always fell into a deep coma like sleep after releasing their seed. This sleep lasted about two hours.

Mulder waited for almost an hour, he felt the knot shrink to a more comfortable size. When he was sure the Morph was deeply asleep he slowly eased out of the muscular arms. He reached back and grasped the base of shaft as he pulled free of the knot and slowly pulled his body off the organ, feeling every inch of cock as it slid out of him. Mulder stopped pulling when he got to the massive cockhead, his grip tightened on the cock as he yanked the head out of his ass. Mulder chewed his lip to stifle a cry. The alien's come poured out his body and he cringed in disgust. He fearfully looked over his shoulder at the Morph who lay deeply asleep with a smile on his lips. Mulder was surprised that his movement hadn't awoken the Bounty Hunter.

Clambering painfully off the mat onto the cold metal floor he crawled over to his discarded jeans, while his eyes searched for something to clean the sticky fluid off his legs and ass. Groaning silently at finding nothing, he pulled on his jeans over his sticky flesh and gingerly regained his feet then limped sorely out of the room. Mulder wished that he hadn't lost his shoes and socks on their swim out to the spaceship as he avoided stepping on the metal grating that covered parts of the floor. He needed to get to Alex and together they had to find away off this ship, or something to use to kill the Morph.

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In flight over the Atlantic Ocean

Scully studied the photos that Professor Pierre Mitteux-Bit had given her of the cave paintings. She glanced sideways at Skinner, noting that his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell gently in sleep. Scully spent a moment admiring him. She hardly got an unguarded moment just to look, to drool. The man had a body of a Greek god. Her eyes traveled from the white bandaged across his brow that was sharply contrasted against his suntanned skin. She roamed lustfully down his handsome face to his strong jaw line, and back up to his lips, recalling their firmness when she had kissed him in the elevator. Scully moistened her lips, wondering what a real kiss would be like, and not just a quick peck. She continued her journey down his body passed his broad chest, slim waist, stopping at his groin. Scully bit her lip to stifle a moan when she realized he was sporting a woody. She started fantasizing about what that monster would feel like pounding into her. Scully squeezed her legs together as she became moist, her arousal growing.

"Mulder," Skinner mumbled, "Please."

Scully glared at him for a moment then sighed dejectedly, always Mulder. She remembered telling her partner once that not everything was about him, but maybe she was wrong. Scully went back to studying the photos. They depicted a battle between a primitive tribe of humans and an unusual race of clawed creatures, the likes of which she had never seen before. The creatures were bipeds and had what appeared to be red feathers covering their sinewy bodies. They towered a full foot over the natives. Scully turned to another photo this one depicted one of the creatures tearing a man apart with its claws as another used its fangs to feast on the victim's flesh. There was yet another creature using its whip like tail to sting a man. The tail resembled a scorpion's. Scully shuttered. If these creatures had at one time really existed at least they were extinct now.

She had to figure out if they had any connection to the aliens. To do so meant she'd have to travel back to Africa, but first she and Skinner needed to retrieve what Krycek had left for them. She thought his claims of being from the future were ludicrous. However, he was up to his eyebrows in the whole conspiracy, so whatever he had stashed in that bus station locker in Sacramento had to be important.

Scully placed the documents back into the folder and shut off the small light above her seat, she needed to get some sleep. She gazed out plane's window into the darkness, staring mesmerized at the starlit sky. Her partner was up there alone with that creature. She had seen the lust in the Morph's eyes and feared for her partner's safety more than ever. For once she found herself placing her hopes on Krycek, that he had made it onto that ship in time and was able to protect her partner.

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The smoker read over the report on the UFO that had been spotted off the Ivory Coast. He also had a report on Assistant Director Skinner being checked into a hospital in Yamoussoukro. He knew it wasn't a coincidence that Skinner was in the Ivory Coast at the same time as a UFO was spotted there. The smoker pounded his fist on his desk in frustration; he was playing catch up and it didn't sit well with him.

He had to find Mulder. With the agent in his possession he would be the one on top again.

However, his men were having no luck finding Mulder. Spender clenched his teeth in anger, he had lost too many good men over the past two years. He was almost positive that Krycek had been responsible for their deaths and disappearances. What to do? Then an idea occurred to him, he'd use Mulder's three geeky friends to find him. If anyone would know where Mulder was, it was that paranoid trio. After all, Fowley had easily gotten the information on Mulder's location from Melvin Frohike the last time.

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Byers opened the door and helped Frohike over to the sofa, Langly hovered behind the two men carrying a brown paper sack with Frohike's stuff from his brief stay at the hospital.

"Thanks, John," Frohike said, smiling at the soft pillows Byers had arranged on the sofa before bringing him home.

"You just relax, Melvin, Langly and I will take care of you. I've made a kettle of chicken noodle soup, I'll go and bring you a bowl of it," Byers said, turning toward their small kitchenette, but Frohike's voice stopped him.

"Any word on Mulder?"

Byers glanced guiltily at Langly, they hadn't wanted to tell Frohike their fears until he was better. Each waited for the other to talk first.

"C'mon, guys, you don't have to coddle me. Tell me," Frohike growled.

Byers walked back and sat on the coffee table next to the sofa. "Our Alaskan associate helped A.D. Skinner and Agent Scully rescue Mulder and Krycek. He flew them to the airport and waited while they booked a flight to Africa."

"Africa? What's in Africa?" Frohike asked.

"That's what we wanted to know, so Langly hacked into Mulder's computer at the Hoover to check on his latest case files. The most current one involved the murder of an African Professor who was doing research in the Ivory Coast. Professor Solomon Merkmallen found small broken slabs of a metal, all the pieces had pre-phonetic Navajo carved into their surface," Byers said.

"He found these slabs in Africa with Navajo inscribed on them?" Frohike asked surprised.

"Yes, but that wasn't all. Professor Merkmallen's body was contaminated with Cosmic Galactic Radiation and from Mulder's notes he believed the radiation came off the artifacts the professor found."

Frohike looked at him surprised. "That impossible CGR only comes from deep space! For those pieces of metal to have it they would have had to come from outer space."

"That's what Mulder believes," Langly threw in.

"So where is Mulder?"

"A day after they landed in the Ivory Coast there was a report of an UFO. The natives described it as rising up out of the Ocean a short distance off the coast. Shortly after that A.D. Skinner was checked into a hospital in their capital city with a head injury. He was released a few hours later. Now he and Scully are on a flight back to the U.S. alone, more specifically to San Francisco. We haven't been able to locate Mulder or Krycek. No way would Scully or Skinner leave Mulder behind. Langly and I have speculated that Mulder was on board that UFO … it is the only theory that seems to make sense," Byers said, standing he headed back toward the kitchenette leaving Frohike staring dumbfounded into space.

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Continued Future Jump III

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