r5-Nicole-p1
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.
***
"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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
(Jo you're next. ;-) Kill me later, please.)