God and Monsters By Anonymous Bosch annonymousbosch@yahoo.com Just a little drabble M/SK - but nothing graphic Skinner angst Could fit any where between Avatar and Requiem. Don't own them, not making any money, yada, yada, yada... Archive? sure just keep my name on it. Contains a tiny (blink and you'll miss it) homage to two of my all time favorite fics - the classic OKLAHOMA by Amp & Livengoo and MERCURY FALLING by cslatton. Both stories are housed at Mulder in Jeopardy & Gossamer - if you haven't read them - you should. no beta - so the mistakes are all mine. Feddback to annonymousbosch@yahoo.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "My hands are tied. The order came straight from the Director himself. You know it's not something I would normally assign to you, but the bodies are piling up and the investigation has stagnated." It's the truth, but I didn't exactly put up a fight either. There is another monster on the loose that no one else can get a handle on, so I have been ordered to call up 'The Spook' from his basement lair. Sometimes I am amazed that after all these years the 'Spooky' legends persist. Even the Director's voice had been filled with a combination of awe and revulsion. As if Mulder where some kind of sin-eater or feared oracle - a shaman summoned to scatter the bones and read the signs, a path of entrails and runic marks leading him to the guilty. When the spirits are finished with him he will be banished back to his cave, far away from the simple and frightened villagers. Perhaps, an overly dramatic analogy, but I can think of no other way to explain the effect he has on his fellow agents in these situations. He seems to have a gift for undoing hundreds of years of human advancement, reducing his fellow 'modern men' to hysterical Puritans ready to burn him at the stake for knowing things they think he shouldn't, forgetting the fact that they sought him out for those very answers. I don't claim to know how he does it, I don't think a rational explanation exists, but it's not why he scares me. No, Fox Mulder scares me for entirely different reasons. He is as I expected, calm, quiet, and resigned. There's a trace of a Mona Lisa like smile at the corners of his mouth. He is the perfect counterpoint to his partner's near hysteria. Her reaction is also exactly as I expected. She keeps going on and on about the 'effect profiling has on him' and 'the Mostow case' and 'Roche', as if she actually has a clue about the reality of it. She doesn't know the half of it. She doesn't know about Oklahoma, or Shreveport or Wheeling - she doesn't know shit really, but she knows enough to be afraid. I share that fear, but along with that fear is a horrible exhilaration--a terrified hope that history will repeat itself. I still don't know what made me seek him out the night he and Scully took down Patterson. I stood in front of his door for what seemed like an eternity, and just when I'd lost my nerve and turned to leave, the door had swung open and I was pulled into his darkened rooms. He only spoke three words to me, but it was all that was needed. "I need you." Was all I heard before his mouth descended on mine and words became completely unnecessary. The rest of that night passed in passionate, sexual frenzy. He was using me, that much was obvious, but I was glad to let him. He made me feel things I hadn't felt in so many years - wanted, necessary - vital to another person's existence. He used my flesh to reclaim his own. I don't think the decision to go to Hegel Place that night was really my own. I can't consciously recall leaving my apartment, but I do remember the feeling as I drove to Alexandra that it was absolutely imperative that I get to him. I know it's crazy, but I really feel like he somehow summoned me. How did he know I was the one to give him what he needed? I think that if I had reacted badly to his advances and beaten him to a pulp the end result would have been the same for him. I believe he just needed to feel something...anything. Pain or pleasure - it just didn't really matter. Was he relieved that I was gone when he woke? Disappointed? I don't think I'll ever know the answers. Years have passed and we've never spoken of it. I still drive myself to distraction thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't fled his apartment like a scared rabbit before the sun came up. All I really know is that I think of that night more than I should. That it is still the memory that gets me off more than any other. It's that memory that lets him get away with things that would get any other agent under my employ fired on the spot. I like to tell myself that he still clings to that memory like I do. That it's the reason why he has been so fiercely loyal to me. Why he has stood by me and come to my rescue when no one else would. The reason his faith in me has always seemed so unshakeable, even when all evidence and logic should have told him that his faith was misplaced. I should feel guilty. I want this case to be hard on him, I want it to drag on until he gives himself over to whatever force it is that lets Spooky work his magic. I want him to fall so far down the rabbit hole that he needs me to pull him out again. I should feel guilty, but I don't. "All the bureau resources will be at your disposal should you need...anything. That's all, Agents, daylights burning." Dana storms out ahead of her partner without another word. Dramatic exit dually noted, Agent Scully. "Don't worry, Sir. I won't disappoint you." Mulder declares. His expression is unreadable, but his gaze lingers on my face a little too long before he finally turns and follows his partner out of my office. I don't reply as a violent shiver crashes down spine and settles uncomfortably in my groin. The oracle has spoken and, dear God, I want to believe.