R2-Amothea- part2

"No that doesn't go there!" Scully yelled at Krycek for the fourth time in as many minutes. His expression darkened and he stormed out of the living room, taking the stairs upstairs two at a time.

Mulder looked angry and she sighed. "I'm sorry Mulder, it's just that I don't need or want his help, and he wasn't setting up the equipment correctly anyway."

"That's no reason to yell at him, and I'm not the one you should apologize to." Mulder said. "I can finish setting up the equipment. I don't want to eat dinner with you two shooting daggers at each other, so please, for me, go upstairs and apologize to him."

"But...it's Krycek! He doesn't have feelings! Remember he's an assassin." Scully's rational side took a back seat when it came to dealing with Krycek.

This time it was Mulder who got angry. "Used to be! Scully, I love him. You don't know him well enough to say anything. Now please go before you really upset me. I'm trying to be understanding. I know he caused pain in both our lives, but it's over and done with. I've never been happier. I need him and Skinner in my life."

Scully turned around and followed Krycek's path upstairs. Her shoulders held high. Yep she looked angry. He sighed and finished setting up the camera equipment and other monitors. Alex really didn't know how to set up a ghost hunting kit, but he was trying to learn. He wished Scully could just forgive Alex, maybe then she would see what a wonderful man his lover was.

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Scully felt slightly weird being upstairs in the old house. This was where Mulder, Krycek, and Skinner made love, shared secrets, and thrived together. An ache of pleasure ran down her body, caused by the image of Mulder and Krycek naked together in bed. Both men are beautiful. She quickly shook her head, refusing to think of her partner in a sexual manner. Bad enough her boss and Mulder were breaking fraternizing rules.

The stairs led to a short hallway with three closed doors. She paused briefly, one of the closed doors led to the master bedroom. Krycek most likely went to their bedroom. She ignored the stairs at the other end of the hall, they only led back downstairs, toward the kitchen.

She opened the first door she came to and sighed, multi-colored and neatly folded towels and sheets stared back at her. Scully closed the closet door and moved to the next door. She turned the cold doorknob and pushed. The door swung open reveling a small guest room, nicely decorated too. This must be where she was going to sleep. Skinner had good taste, she decided taking in the expensive four poster canopy bed, the wood was a dark rich brown and shone. Blue curtains framed the large window, and a small wooden dresser stood against the wall. It looked like it was made from the same type of wood as the bed.

She walked in the room and opened the closet door, she was moderately impressed with it's size. It was hard to find large closets in old houses. She closed the closest door and opened the other one, it led to a moderate size bathroom. It had a sink, a shower, and toilet. The counter top had plenty of space for her cosmetics and toiletries. Light blue curtains covered a small square window, the shower followed the same color scheme, except dark flowers and fish, swam across the plastic. Not bad. Scully wondered who decorated the house, she didn't think the assistant director would have much time to refurnish an old house.

Her stomach grumbled and she looked at her silver watch. It was already six p.m. It made sense, the fading sun cast an orange glow around the bedroom. Scully wanted to find Krycek before it got too dark to see without lights. She hurried and left the guest bedroom, closing the door behind her. Procrastinating was not going to make apologizing to the assassin any easier. For the life of her she didn't know why she was actually going to do this. She opened the last door and stopped in her tracks. A chill went down her spine. The room was freezing, she could see her breath. Krycek stood next to the large king sized bed, facing her wet and naked, the water logged green towel lay across the thick comforter of the bed. She tried to step back out into the hallway suddenly embarrassed to see the man she loathed naked, but her legs wouldn't move.

He moved toward her, his naked body magnificent in the fading light of the room. Scully opened her mouth to speak, to tell Krycek to get dressed, maybe even to make some quipping comment about his lack of dress, but again her body failed her. No words were escaping her throat. Under normal circumstances she was not afraid of Krycek but here in this house, in his bedroom, with him naked, and her body uncooperative, she was scared. He closed in on her and she couldn't utter a word of protest as his mouth swooped down and captured hers. His breath stank like rotten milk and she gagged, but her arms just wouldn't move!

She last time she had felt so helpless was when Duane Berry had kidnapped her and he stuck her in the trunk of his car. A low moan escaped her throat as he dragged her unresponsive body to the bed. He threw her down, and in the back of her mind she noted the wet towel pressing into her expensive clothes. It didn't matter, once she was down Krycek started ripping the buttons off her suit jacket. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on at least moving one arm. If she could punch him in the temple, it might be enough to knock him out.

Once her shirt was gone, Krycek started to become more violent. Pinching her nipples, biting her shoulders, and roughly trying to rip off her slacks. It seemed the more intense Krycek became the easier it was to lift her arm off the bed. She opened her mouth, to try screaming for Mulder and Skinner, but still she all she could do was moan in pain. Scully felt air on her naked legs and started crying. Tears slid down her temple and she felt one pool into her ear. Why couldn't she move?

*Please Mulder come upstairs* she silently started begging.

A loud crash downstairs distracted Krycek and for a moment she had her body back. She opened her mouth and screamed, loudly. Krycek's green eyes blazed red for a second and her body was back under his control, but Krycek wasn't staying around. He got off her and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. A moment later three men rushed into the room. Mulder, Skinner, and Krycek? Wow that was quick she thought somewhat hysterically.

"What's wrong!" Mulder blurted out before noticing that his partner was half naked and lying across their bed; crying silent tears. It seemed like the last bit of orange left in the room faded at that moment. She didn't know who turned on the overhead light, she was too busy trying to piece together her torn clothing and cover herself.

She felt a large hand cover her shoulder. Scully looked up into Skinner's concerned eyes. "Scully what happened? Are you okay."

She wanted to tell them what had happened but not sitting on their bed half naked in torn clothing that barely covered her breasts. "I can't talk about it. I need to change." Scully said softly.

Skinner stepped back and allowed her room to stand up. Her torn pants fell the rest of the way to the ground. Her face had never felt redder, although her shirt was long enough to cover her, she would still have to bend over to pull them back up, which was too reveling for her to contemplate.

"Walter, Alex, can you please go downstairs and get Scully's suitcase? I'll stay with her." Mulder's voice was a welcome relief. They had been partners for years and had both seen each other naked. She kept her head down not wanting to look at Krycek. She now knew he wasn't the one who tried to rape her but she still couldn't shake her fear of the green eyed assassin.

The two men left leaving the door open. She didn't know what to say to Mulder. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. She met victims of rape occasionally as a FBI agent and as a medical doctor, but she didn't know how to classify this attack. What did it mean to her? The closed bathroom door mocked her. She wanted to open the door and see if maybe there were two Krycek's. She hadn't told anyone that it was a Krycek look a like who tried to rape her. How would Mulder and Skinner react? The men must have been together when she screamed, they all entered the room at about the same time. If it wasn't Krycek who ripped off her clothes and hurt her, then who was it? Those pinches felt real enough. Her breasts still ached. She pulled up her pants, and haltingly stumbled to the bathroom door. Her legs felt weak and wobbly.

The doorknob was cold against her clammy palms. She barely heard Mulder's insistent voice asking again and again what happened. She had to find out if anyone was in the bathroom. She opened the door enough to see inside and a startled gasp escaped her lips. She slammed the door shut and closed her eyes. She slid down the wall next to the bathroom door, and held her knees to her chest. Trying to erase the image that would probably forever be trapped in her mind.

Mulder knelt down in front of her and she unfolded herself and latched on to him, he was her lifeline. How could she ever be partners with anyone else? She wrapped her arms around his chest and cried into his shoulder. The stress over the past weeks, not knowing what to do after finding her partner having an affair with her boss and Krycek, the almost rape by a ghost, and then seeing her own body torn to pieces in the bathroom. It was too much for even her to handle.

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Eli-Ann is next!