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On space ship...

Cold metallic clinking followed the morph's every move in the lower levels of the ship. The Grays imprisoned him back into the bowels of the ship, after making sure the only escape hatch was sealed. He could tell the ship had landed and the fury in his chest threatened to overwhelm him. Never before had a human tricked him so thoroughly. When he got his hands on Mulder, he'd make his slave suffer and wish he'd never double crossed him. The Grays were going to die. There was no way Mulder could have hidden the presence of Krycek by himself. They deserved every bit of pain he was going to inflict on them, for helping his slave hide Krycek. He slammed his fist against the wall. Krycek, that sniveling double crossing bastard. How had he wormed his way into Mulder's heart? Oh he knew Mulder held onto hope that Krycek would rescue him, every time he fucked his cute little ass. He just never suspected the rat bastard was on the ship with them! Howling helped relieve the pressure in his head. Yes, they were all going to suffer.

*****

Krycek paced the control room listening to the five o'clock news and worrying about Mulder, so far the news hadn't even touched upon the topic of the UFO landing in Central Park. His Fox should have returned by now with Skinner. Hopefully it was just the meeting that was taking so much time. Earlier he'd found the switch to internal speakers, and he could hear the morph prowling and raging. He just hoped that the morph didn't discover a way out of the lower levels. It sounded like the morph was ready to tear apart the ship to get out.

For the moment the Grays were sleeping in the room where Mulder hid him. It comforted him to know that their physical forms now resided near him and that they were almost up to full strength. The morph would certainly have killed the weakened aliens the moment he found them.

Krycek was listening to a woman speaking about drug abuse in schools, when a blue screen cut in and a male voice announced. "Sorry to interrupt the regular programming schedule. The president of the United States has a important announcement to make."

Krycek stopped his pacing and sat down in the chair in front of the controls. It didn't fit his body comfortably, but with a touch of a button, it molded to his frame. He smiled. The alien conquerors were cruel and didn't care about anyone but themselves, but they had remarkable technology.

The cameras shot to the President's press conference room. Krycek focused his attention back to the screen. He recognized some of the men standing in the background as Assistant Directors of the FBI. Why wasn't Skinner there? Once the President took his place behind the podium reporters started yelling out questions. No surprise there.

A harried looking woman stood up from her seat behind the podium and walked to the edge of the small stage. She had a surprisingly loud voice. "Please, the President will answer one question at a time. Everyone please take your seats." Once everyone sat down and quieted she turned toward the gray-haired man behind the podium. "You can speak now Mr. President." She walked back to her seat and sat down.

The president nodded his head toward his aide and started speaking. "As of this afternoon when the unidentified flying object entered our orbit. The Senate, the House of Representatives, and I decided to declare a national emergency. One of the men in the UFO supplied the FBI with important information about a possible alien conquest, unless we fight back now."

Krycek waited for the reporters to start laughing. Instead everyone looked like they knew what was going on. He looked more closely at them. Some in the back stared in shock at the information, while the ones with the open laptops seemed to expect it, and wanted to know what the president planned.

"As shocking as this news is, it is a real and possible threat to our national security and humanity as we know it. I urge all citizens to go home and arm yourselves. Schools are canceled for the next week. During which time the alien detector will be distributed to all households in this country. Furthermore, our allied and non-allied countries will be doing the same thing. All countries will be prepared to fight the aliens. Right now the FBI is scanning our own agents and all members of Congress. It appears that the aliens are able to shape change. I urge the American public not to panic. All men and women in a position of authority are being tested as we speak. And to prove that this test works. We brought an example of what it does."

There were a few minutes of silence until one of the AD's in the FBI was brought onto national television. He stood silently with his hands cuffed behind his back. The president pulled an object from his jacket pocket. It was to small for him to see from the current camera angle. The president walked over the man, and ran the object from the man's head to mid chest. That was all it took, right before the nation's eyes, the man transformed into a alien. The men holding the alien pulled the alien away from the President and another AD took his place in front of the president. The president performed the same test on the new man, but nothing happened.

"See the test is harmless to humans and it exposes the aliens. This tool will be distributed to every state in

the Union as well as globally.

Alex continued to watch the special bulletin in growing amazement. There was no way the Smoking Man or anyone else could cover up this announcement. Skinner and Mulder must have been able to convince the top notches at the FBI that there was a serious problem. Obviously Scully and Skinner succeeded in bringing back items from the future. Now it was just a race against time. They needed to finish building the weapon that would defeat the aliens, before the aliens regrouped and invaded earth ahead of schedule.

****

Mulder struggled against his bonds, even though his wrists ached and his hands grew numb. Henderson scared him. Albeit not as much as the morph scared him. The lights in the trailer flickered on and off, as did the TV in the corner. He stopped struggling against his bonds when the Special Bulletin came on. He stared in stunned disbelief. All his years of struggle and hardship, and all this time all it took was for the president to announce that aliens did in fact exist. Of course the showing the human to alien transformation helped compact the belief. He grimaced bitterly. For all intents and purposes he should feel happy, but if this was all it took, his and Scully's hardships might have been for nothing. Krycek's suffering. They might as well have kidnapped a morph, hijacked a news station, and stuck the needle in the back of the morph's neck on live TV. Of course he would have spent the last four years in jail if he pulled a stunt like that.

For the past few minutes he'd noticed a increase of men shouting, and what sounded like news reporters. Henderson must have left a "do not disturb" sign on the door of this trailer. He heard the heavy tread of boots on the pavement outside the trailer, approaching the door. He tensed in anticipation. He hoped it was Skinner or Scully coming to get him out of here, but he could tell with his new sixth sense it was not either of his friends.

The door opened and he glared at Henderson's imposing figure. The man was alone.

The first words out of the man's mouth, made him flinch inside. "Miss me?"

"Not particularly."

Pain exploded in his head, and his chest lurched in fear as he felt the chair falling over. His head thudded painfully on the aluminum floor and he groaned in pain. Breath in, breath out. He tried to calm down, even though he was stuck on the floor with a bulky metal chair strapped to his body.

"That ought to teach you to respect your betters. You've had that coming for a long time."

Mulder closed his eyes and tried to calm down. Why did men like Henderson always assume they were better than him? What was he doing to attract their attention? Shit. At this rate everyone was going to get a chance to fuck him.

"While you were here waiting. I did some checking up on you. An alien human hybrid. You aren't even pure human anymore. You are less than trash." Henderson paused, and knelt down on the floor his camouflaged knees near Mulder's head. "But you are beautiful. More now than before. The other men didn't notice it but I could."

Henderson pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and folded it a couple of times forming a blindfold. "I know you are suppose to have new powers, but they are untrained. Blindfolded you won't be able to focus."

Mulder strained his head away from Henderson's hands and the blindfold, but he couldn't move very far with the chair tied to him. "If you touch me, I swear you'll die. If I don't kill you, Krycek or Scully will."

"I wouldn't be making threats you can't keep. Krycek will be arrested once the authorities find him. He's wanted for murder, treason, and armed burglary. He's not going to be let off because he's fucking you. Now shut up." He pulled a knife from his belt and started cutting the duct tape attaching Mulder's wrists to the chair. Before Mulder could fight back Henderson quickly tied his wrists together behind his back. Then he moved on to cutting the duct tape from Mulder's ankles.

Mulder started thrashing underneath Henderson's weight. Not believing this was happening again. After the Morph raped him he swore he'd never allow himself to be used again, and yet nothing he did helped him fight off Henderson. He couldn't even see anymore. Harsh, heavy breathing panted right into his ear. The chair thrown aside and forgotten. His jeans offered little resistance, they were too baggy, and easy to unbutton. "Please stop this. I swear you're going to die."

Henderson laughed. "I like how you threaten my life and demean yourself in one sentence. Now shut up or I'll gag you."

The jeans slid down his legs and stopped at his boots. He tried to cry out for help, but his throat clenched in fear. It was going to happen. He was on his knees and Henderson's hard body covered his keeping him pinned until Henderson could undo his own jeans. The harsh breathing quickened and he could hear Henderson whispering to him. "Scream bitch, scream. The trailer is soundproof, and I locked the door."

Mulder squeezed his eyes closed tightly, forcing himself not to shed a tear. The blindfold made it easier to think and he thought of Alex. His beautiful Alex, waiting for him on the ship. Probably worrying by now. Alex I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Please hear me! Help!

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