Title: Love is the Thread of Life (1/1)
Author: L. M. Shard
Date completed: 10-23-01
Category: S, R, A
Spoilers: Season 8
Keywords: Doggett/Scully romance, Mulder/Scully, post-
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know where.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Chris Carter,
1013 Productions, and Fox. No copyright infringement
Special thanks to: Megan, Ginger, Kimberly, and Diandra.
Summary: The world as they had known it ended that fateful
autumn day in the year 2001.
LOVE IS THE THREAD OF LIFE
By: L. M. Shard
The world as they had known it ended that fateful autumn
day in the year 2001. The aliens had invaded during the wee
hours of the night, destroying buildings, roads, automobiles,
everything made of human hands. Human life was
extinguished except for a few hundred thousand scattered
lives around the globe. The aliens had attacked the earth and
in one clean sweep, lasting less than half the night, they
cleared its surface, making way for the new inhabitants of the
planet: them, intelligent life forms from another universe,
little grey men. The devastation was swift, unexpected, and
utterly final. The humans that did survive were quickly
gathered up and set to work building their own prisons. They
became the slaves of the aliens. Men and women were
separated, with children five and under staying with a female,
their mother had she survived, and children over five
segregated by gender sent to work alongside the adults.
There was one exception though: William. He had been in
Dana Scully's arms as the aliens had attacked and both she
and her baby had survived. But the moment the aliens
captured them, they tore William out of her arms and kept
him separated from her. They allowed her to visit him for
half an hour twice a day in a special room.
Life for the remaining humans was bleak. It consisted of
working manual slave labor during the day and spending the
night in a cage comparable to the size of what was once
considered a modern-day prison, but without the luxury of a
mattress or a running toilet. A deep hole in the ground with a
makeshift lid served as a toilet, and a bowl of water,
refreshed only every couple days, served as a sink. Dirt
floors and cement walls were what they now called home.
An alien barrier, which looked like some sort of dim light or
energy shield, kept them locked in those new homes.
The aliens used them as human pincushions as well. Running
test after horrid test, they studied them and took detailed
notes on the results. They scanned the humans' brains
weekly, capturing all thoughts that ever graced their minds,
gathering the information and documenting it. This was a
sure way to nip any potential rebellion in the bud. The aliens
also discouraged talking among the humans. Any
communication not related to the task at hand was punished
by an electric shock from a small hand-held device each alien
work-detail guard carried.
The sun had set once again over an alien earth and Scully was
practically carried in utter exhaustion to her cell for the night.
The aliens clicked off the energy shield and unceremoniously
threw Scully inside. She collapsed to the cool ground in a
tired heap. Every day was the same. She and about two
dozen other women moved rubble, the remnants of what had
once been human civilization, from one spot to the next,
eventually reaching a huge land fill that the human male
population in the area had dug.
Carefully she rolled herself on her back, wincing at the pain
in her muscles, and stared at the cold, white concrete ceiling.
Now, in the semi-privacy of her cell, she let the tears flow as
she had every night in the last six months. How often she had
prayed to God asking Him to let her and all of mankind
somehow escape this life of hell. How often she thought that
all hope was lost and contemplated ending her shadow of a
life as a freedom from emotional pain and physical torture.
But there were three things that kept her alive: William,
Doggett, and Mulder. She could not abandon her baby, and
perhaps one day she could figure out a way to free him and
herself from the aliens' evil clutches. Then there was the
thought that Doggett and Mulder might still be alive and that
she would some day be reunited with them. Those were the
threads of hope she had to hold on to.
William. He was on the forefront of her mind every day.
Why had they taken him from her and kept her separated
from him when all other mothers with babies and toddlers
were kept together? Why did she only get to visit him in his
room and never in her cell? Not that she was complaining,
but why did they let her visit him at all? She thought of what
Krycek had said the day before she had given birth to her
baby. He was superhuman, lacking of human frailties. What
did he mean by that? Was it true? And if it was, was that
why the aliens took him from her and kept him in a special
room? But why hadn't they taken him the day of his birth?
Certainly Monica Reyes and she were no match for all the
aliens that had lined up to witness the birth. Why had they
turned around and left them unharmed? That they had not
harmed William then was the driving factor that gave Scully
hope that they would not harm him now. She let out a small
cry at the thought of how completely powerless she was.
Completely powerless in every facet of what remained of her
A sudden noise broke Scully of her pained thoughts as a tray
of food was passed through the light shield of her prison and
set on the dirt floor. She had found it odd that the food as
well as the aliens could pass through the shield without any
repercussions. When she had tried to do so, she was
practically electrocuted. The force had knocked her back and
left her breathless with an intense tingling pain pickling
through her entire body. She had never tried touching the
Now she eyed the food tray, seeing a piece of most likely
stale bread, a bowl of slop she did not have a name for, and a
cup of water. Her mouth salivated at the sight and her
stomach rumbled loudly. Only being feed two meager meals
a day, she had learned to block out the constant hunger pangs
her body sent her. She crawled, inching her way to the tray,
unable to stand for sheer exhaustion. Finally reaching the
tray she pulled the bowl of slop to her lips and hastily
scooped it into her mouth with her fingers. Eating utensils
were something she hadn't seen since the world had come to
an end. Having finished nearly the entire bowl, she forced
herself to slow down. The last thing she needed was for her
body to regurgitate the nourishment. She savored every bit,
imagining it tasted like a grilled chicken breast with a side of
rice and peas. She grabbed the piece of bread and looked at
it. Was she imagining things? The piece looked
considerably larger than usual. Come to think of it, there had
been more slop in the bowl than usual as well. Whoever, or
whatever, dished out her ration, must have been in a generous
mood. She finished her meal and dragged herself to the far
corner of her cell.
Within minutes the guards returned, taking her tray and
shutting off the energy shield. They picked her up by the
arms and hauled her out of the cell to William for her regular
visit. The nightly visit was difficult because of her
exhaustion from the day's toiling labor, but she looked
forward to them and the morning visits immensely. They
were what she lived for. The room was almost completely
white with odd images hanging over the baby's crib. Scully
noticed that these images were different each time she
entered the room. They were teaching him something, what
she was afraid to imagine. In fact the mere thought of having
William in the aliens' care almost all of the day and night was
simply horrifying. What they were grooming him to be was
too terrifying to envision.
The guards placed her in a chair and left. Then another alien
handed her William and left the room as well, lighting up the
energy shield on the way out. Scully and William were alone
and as far as she could tell, unwatched. She lifted him to her
lips and kissed his little face all over.
"I love you, Sweetie," she cooed, nuzzling her face into the
crux of his tiny neck. "Mommy missed you so much!"
William giggled and she looked into his large blue eyes. A
smile spread on the baby's face and Scully's heart ached
thinking of all the smiles she had been forced to miss. She
had missed his first attempt at crawling and his first attempt
at standing on his own. Now he was doing both like a pro.
He would probably be walking any day now. She smiled at
him, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. Was she
doomed to miss ninety-nine percent of the rest of his life as
well? That thought was just too overwhelming to
contemplate. Life was complete misery as it was, even
without thinking of the future.
Before she knew it, her precious thirty minutes were up and
the guards arrived promptly to walk her back to her cell. She
gave William one last kiss as the alien attendee took him
from her arms. A single tear rolled down Scully's cheek.
Minutes later she was back in her cage.
Curled up in a corner, she thought of the two men who had
been a part of her former life. She wondered, as she did
almost every waking moment, if Mulder and Doggett were
still alive. How she missed them both! Mulder had been a
part of her life for almost a decade and she felt utterly close
to him. He was her best friend, her soul mate. How she
longed to see his eyes light up like they did when he had
received a strong lead in his quest. How she longed to feel
his arms around her like the day he showed her how to swing
a baseball bat. How she longed to see his look of incredulous
disbelief, as she once again was not convinced of the
existence of alien life. Oh, how wrong she had been about
that! How very, very wrong!
Sleep was tugging at her consciousness, but before she let
herself go into the world of nightmares and dreams, she
thought of John Doggett. She and Doggett had become good
friends in the time they had known each other. After William
was born, he had really been there for her, helping out by
bringing her dinners, babysitting from time to time, sharing
his experienced baby-care tips. How she longed to hear his
rough, accented voice and gaze into his vibrant sky blue eyes,
feeling protected and safe. And that was exactly how she
always felt around him: protected and safe. Where Mulder
was flighty and playful, he was secure and dependable. Sleep
overcame her as the image of his face hovered in her mind
then sank into her subconscious.
Morning came too soon and the alien guards blared ear-
piercing sirens as a wake-up call. Moments later trays of
food were deposited in each human's cage. Doggett woke
abruptly from his dream, a dream he for change would have
rather let continue. He walked over to his food tray and
began eating, knowing that if he wasted any time, he might
not get a chance to finish everything on it. Any nourishment
at all was a blessing. Images of his dream came pouring back
as he bit into his slice of bread. The mood of his dream was
comprised completely of love. It had been an intense, all-
encompassing feeling of love, mixed with comfort and joy.
He had dreamt of Dana Scully. Again. They had been sitting
in a park, on the lush green grass of a lifetime ago with a
clear lake shimmering besides them, reflecting the puffy
white clouds above. Scully had had William in her lap and
they were talking and laughing, carefree. He had leaned over
and kissed her tenderly on the lips then pulled back to look in
her eyes. They were deep blue, full of life, and sparkled with
He finished his miniscule meal and let thoughts of Scully
dominate his mind once again. She was practically all he had
thought about ever since the invasion. Was she alive? Was
she safe? Was she in pain? If he could only know! If he
could only find her! Thinking that one day he might find her,
was the only thing keeping him alive. Throughout the tests,
throughout the backbreaking labor, throughout the torture, he
kept his mind focused on her. Focused on her strength, her
smile, her beauty. He had thought many times how things
would have turned out between them had their world not been
stolen in the night. Would they have shared their feelings
with each other? Would they have been lovers by now?
Would they have been married? These were Doggett's
dreams, dreams he would have tried to make reality had he
been given the chance. But the truth be known, he did not
know how Scully felt about him. He knew she saw him as
her friend, but did she love him? Could she love him? Or
was Mulder still the owner of her heart? Was Mulder even
alive? All he knew, all that was left, was his love for her. It
was his thread of life.
The alien guards clicked off the light shield, jostling him out
of his reverie. They grabbed him and roughly shoved him
through the door and into the dimly lit hallway. The other
humans were being gathered as well and herded out into the
bright sun for another full day of slave labor. A day of
manual labor was certainly the option of choice when
compared to the alternative: a day of tests. The tests were so
indescribably horrific; the mere thought of them spread sheer
terror through Doggett's body. Lucky for him, he hadn't been
tested in at least two weeks.
As they toiled in the heat of the sun Doggett heard his name.
"Doggett?" A voice whispered, unsure.
Doggett turned his head slowly, trying hard not to catch the
attention of the alien guards. Shock, joy, and relief ran
through him as he saw who stood next to him: Mulder. He
was thinner, aged, weathered, and wore a collection of telltale
scars, but it was Mulder nonetheless.
"Mulder!" Doggett said a bit too loudly. Quickly he tried to
squelch his exhilaration at seeing him. He turned toward his
work again, though he wanted nothing more than to hug the
man. "I thought you were dead," he whispered, relieved that
"Not in body," Mulder whispered. "I thought you were dead
too. Glad to see you're not."
"How're ya holding up?" Doggett asked concerned.
"Same as you, I'm sure," Mulder stated, noting Doggett
shared some of the same scars as he did. The torture Mulder
had received during his abduction was like a stroll on a
beautiful summer day compared to the torture he had
received since the invasion. But right now he was feeling joy
at seeing Doggett alive, and it felt really good. He hadn't felt
joy since his search for the truth ended abruptly, confirming
his wildest fears and dooming what was left of mankind to
slavery and horror. If Doggett was alive then maybe Scully
was alive too, and if she were alive then William would have
to be alive. His thoughts raced through his head in a torrent
"Have you seen Scully?" Mulder asked hoping beyond hope.
Doggett shook his head and squeezed his eyes together in
pain. "No." He sighed deeply. "I take it you haven't either?"
Mulder answered with a great sadness, "No. Have you seen
Doggett shook his head in the negative.
"Skinner, the Gunmen, Reyes, anyone we know?" Mulder
Again Doggett shook his head in the negative. Mulder's heart
Suddenly Doggett and Mulder felt excruciating jolts of
electricity course through their bodies as the alien guards
accosted them with their weapons. When the men fell to the
ground in agony they were then repeatedly hit by clubs. Both
of them took the beatings with little resistance, knowing first
hand that any fighting back would lead to much more
"No talking!" One of the aliens ordered, his voice sounding
like something from a science fiction movie. "Get back to
The men pulled themselves up from the ground, wincing in
agony. How they were expected to work now was beyond
them. But they had to, lest they receive more of the same.
Both men used a mental image of Scully to summon enough
strength to go on. Neither Mulder nor Doggett said another
word, but as they were rounded up, preparing to be brought
back to the cells, they nodded to each other.
Mulder was thrown into his cell with the usual roughness.
His injuries screamed in pain. He looked down at his body, a
body that was thin and sallow looking. Now it was covered
in half a dozen welts that had already turned a shocking
purple. Luckily the beatings had not broken his skin,
infection was the last thing he needed. He crumpled in a
corner and closed his eyes. Seeing Doggett today was almost
unreal. He was the first person he had seen that he had
actually known before the attack. Although he and Doggett
hadn't been friends per se, he respected him and he had been
thrilled to see him alive. If only they could find some way to
communicate without being watched by the guards, perhaps
they could figure a way out of here. But thoughts like that
were dangerous since they would all be picked up on the
weekly mind scan. Big Brother was alive and well in 2001.
Mulder let sleep grip him and dull the pain. His mind went to
a safe place; a place filled with comfort and love, a place that
no one could touch: Scully.
Before bringing Doggett and the other men on his cellblock
back to their cages, the guards rounded them into a large
room for their bi-weekly shower. Liquid soap oozed from the
ceiling valves and the men frantically rubbed it over their
skin and in their hair before the water came pouring out of the
shower heads. Even though the water was icy cold, Doggett
relished in the feel. Being clean was a luxury here and he
could honestly say that these few minutes every four days
were the best part of what was now his life. He scrubbed
away all the grim and sweat, careful of his tender, fresh
wounds, and before he would have liked, the water was
turned off and the men were herded into the next room where
they received shaves and haircuts from alien workers. Funny
how the aliens kept the humans rather well groomed. Why
they didn't let the men grow beards and hair to the floor was
beyond Doggett. Maybe they didn't like hair, not having any
themselves, or maybe long hair would get in the way of their
productivity hauling rubble from one place to the next and
digging ditches. Whatever the reasons, Doggett was grateful
of this tiny comfort, though the feeling of alien hands on his
face made his skin crawl every time. Their skin was paper
thin, pale grey, and leathery to the touch. Their big black
eyes were void of emotion and the stares they gave him felt
like they bored through to his very soul. They kept their
talking to a minimum and when they spoke it was only in the
human tongue. Perhaps they communicated with each other
through telepathy or perhaps not speaking in their own
tongue was yet another way to keep the humans under their
control and in the dark.
Clean and shaven, Doggett was lead back to his cell and
given his tray of food. He ate it in silence and thought of his
meeting with Mulder earlier. It was a comfort to know he
was alive. It gave him hope that perhaps Scully and William
were alive as well.
Suddenly two guards appeared at his cell door. Quickly
Doggett gulped down the rest of his meal and stood up. The
guards approached him and grabbed him, dragging him out of
the cell. "God, no," Doggett thought to himself, "no more
tests!" His mind screamed in agony at the mere thought and
his body reacted in a violent shaking. It was then that he
noticed they were going in a direction that he had never been
brought to before. Fear gripped him even tighter and he
braced himself for something dark and evil.
Scully was in a deep sleep when the shuffle of feet outside
her cell jolted her awake. She quickly sat up hugging her
legs in fear. In the dim light she could make out the figures
of three beings, two of which were alien guards and one of
which looked like a human male. The guards tossed the third
figure into her cage and reset the energy shield. The figure
stood very still, close to the door. With the light behind him,
Scully could only see his silhouette, but somehow the figure
looked familiar. She stood up but kept her place in the
Doggett stood in the cell wondering why the hell he was
there. Then he saw a movement at the far corner of the room
and froze. He was not alone. A million possibilities ran
through his mind as he tried to see what occupied this space
"Who's there?" He said, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
Silence. He moved slowly toward the back of the room,
letting his eyes accustom to the darkness there.
Scully's heart leapt as she heard the voice. It was definitely
the sound of a human voice. A male human voice. And she
recognized it. Recognized it from her memories, recognized
it from her dreams. Its low, raspy, sexy quality was one she
had permanently etched into her memory banks. But it just
couldn't be; it had to be a trick. Then she saw the curve of his
ears and knew without a doubt. But still she was cautious;
perhaps it was not the man she used to know.
"John?" She said warily. It was the first time she had spoken
that name out loud in over six months.
Doggett moved closer, his fears easing and his hopes rising.
It couldn't be true; his ears must have been deceiving him, but
when the owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows and
into the light, his heart caught in his throat and the breath was
knocked out of him.
"Dana!" He exclaimed in disbelief. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," she whispered. "John?"
"Yes, it's me!" He answered elated.
Forgetting all fear, she ran to him, throwing her arms around
him. His arms readily wrapped themselves around her and
they held each other tightly.
"John, John, are you really here?" She asked, her voice
trembling. She looked up at him, tears flowing from her
eyes. "Please tell me this isn't a dream."
His eyes met hers for the first time and instantly he felt at
home. "Unless I'm dreaming too, this is real," he said
cupping her face in his hands. He ran his fingers over her
cheeks, wiping away her tears and relishing at the feel of her
She glided her fingers over his face as well, needing to feel
the physical reality of what still seemed like just a wonderful
dream. His skin was soft and freshly shaven but lacked
vitality. She traced her fingers over the lines in his face that
were now significantly more prominent. He had aged
considerably in the last half year, and her heart broke at the
thought of all he had suffered at the hands of the aliens. The
notion that he had been tortured and tested upon literally
made her weak in the knees and her body gave. His hands
were quick to grab her upper arms and he eased her, as well
as himself, down into a sitting position. They faced each
other, unable to take their eyes off one another.
The physical shadow of the woman he once knew sat before
him. She was incredibly thin. Her ribcage was clearly
visible, and her breasts, which he last remembered
voluptuously swollen with milk, were now dry and very
small. Her cheeks were slightly sunken and her skin,
although tanned from the many hours she spent slaving in the
sun, was somehow ashen and devoid of any glow. Yet she
was beautiful to him, utterly beautiful. He traced his fingers
over several scars on her arms, imagining the pain she must
have endured. His heart ached and his tears flowed.
"Dana," he whispered through a cracked voice. "I'm so
sorry." He felt like he had failed her, like he should have
been able to protect her from all this horror. Looking out for
her, protecting her, was what he felt driven to do since he had
first met her, and he had failed her miserably.
"Shhh," she said, placing a finger on his lips and sat herself
on his lap, facing him, needing to feel him close. She took
his face in her hands again and stared into his eyes. They
were the gorgeous blue eyes that she remembered, still filled
with intensity and goodness, but they also held other things:
pain, anguish, and terrors unimaginable. She tenderly kissed
the tears from his cheeks then gently caressed his face with
hers while her hands ran over his back. His fingers danced
across the flesh of her arms, her back, and her waist. Neither
could keep their hands to themselves, the feel of another
human under their fingers and next to their hearts was so
overpowering, so new, so essential. They spent the next
several minutes just touching, feeling, and breathing each
other in. It was a need so primal, yet innocent.
"Don't ever let go of me," Scully whispered. Being held by
another human, being held by John Doggett, a man she loved,
was like water to a fish.
"Never willingly," he responded. He needed her like he
They continued their tender, necessary touches until a
thought struck Doggett. "Have you seen William?" He asked
rather hesitantly, fearing she was going to have bad news for
him, but he just had to know, he loved the little guy like his
Scully's eyes lit up. "Yes, John, he's alive and unharmed.
They allow me to visit him for thirty minutes twice a day.
They keep him in this room and as far as I know they haven't
hurt him. I check his body for marks every day."
"Thank God!" Doggett declared, sighing in relief. Scully
could see how much he loved her son.
"But I have to do something, John! I can't stand not being
with him. I'm scared he is not going to know me anymore,
but I am even more scared of what they are teaching him and
why they have him separated from me when the rest of the
mothers have their kids with them. I have a very bad feeling
She sobbed and he embraced her tightly. He knew her pain;
he knew it all too well. And yet he was powerless to help
her. "I'd give anything to bring him to you, Dana.
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and
whispered, "I know." The trust and love he saw in her eyes
was unmistakable. She leaned in and tenderly brushed her
lips to his. It was a chaste kiss, but overflowing with love.
He gathered her in a hug.
Several minutes passed as they held each other silently. Her
fingers gingerly grazed his arms and stopped at one of the
fresh welts. "What happened?" She asked with great
At the mention of his new wounds Doggett was reminded of
his encounter with Mulder earlier in the day. With the
unexpected reality of being with Scully, he had completely
forgotten. "I've got some great news. I just found out today
myself," he said looking into her eyes, beaming. "Mulder's
Scully's eyes lit up in an instant. "He is?! You saw him?" It
was too good to be true.
"Yes! I was workin' in the rubble like I do every day when
Mulder suddenly stood besides me. He musta come from
another cellblock that had never worked with our block
before," Doggett said.
"Is he okay? How did he look? What did he say?" She
wanted every fragment of information Doggett had to offer.
"He's fine, just like the rest of us: skinny and worn-down, but
alive. He asked about you and William, if I'd seen you. He
asked if I'd seen Skinner or the Gunmen. I had to say 'no'."
"That means he hasn't seen William or the others either,"
Scully sighed. Poor Mulder didn't know his son was alive.
Scully's heart broke for him. "What else did he say?"
"Nothing else. That's when the guards came and beat us
pretty bad for talkin'."
"Oh, John," she said with great empathy.
"It's okay; it was worth it. Hopefully I'll see him again,
maybe tomorrow. Then I'll tell him you and William are
alive. He'll be so happy to hear that."
"Oh, I hope you do see him again! Please tell him that I love
him and I think about him all the time," Scully said.
Doggett nodded and admonished himself for feeling a tinge
of jealousy at her words. How dare he have such petty
feelings at a time like this? He loved her so much, but he
always knew her heart belonged to Mulder. She had a long
history with him. He was the baby's father for all he knew.
But still he wished that Scully loved him in that way. They
had become very close in the months before the attack and he
knew he had her love as a friend, but even now, in this sorry
excuse of a world, he wished she were in love with him as he
was with her.
Scully noticed the hint of sadness reflected in Doggett's eyes
as she said those words. She did love Mulder and that was no
secret, but she loved Doggett as well and that was something
she had never admitted to anyone and only since the invasion
to herself. She made a decision, a decision that went against
what she would normally do, but nothing in this life was
normal anymore. And this was the only thing that was good,
the only thing that mattered right now at this moment in time,
for it might be the only moment they would ever be allowed
to share again.
"John," she said tenderly, looking him right in the eyes, "I
love you too, you know. But I love you differently from
Mulder. I'm in love with you. I'm saying it now, in case I
never get a chance to again."
Doggett couldn't believe what she had just told him. The joy
he felt at that moment was like nothing he had ever felt
before. He cupped her face with his hands and said, "I love
you too. I have, practically from the first day we met."
She smiled and he leaned in and brushed his lips to her lips.
Tenderly he moved his mouth on hers, savoring the touch,
memorizing the feel, reveling in the intoxicating, heady
sensation. Her lips parted and he ran his tongue over the
opening then touched the tip of her tongue with his. She
moaned at the contact and he pushed himself deeper into her,
their tongues dancing. They explored each other in leisure,
lingering at every movement, relishing the exquisite feeling.
She slinked her hand behind his neck and pressed him closer
to her, then wrapped her legs around his waist. Their torsos
touched completely and melded into each other wholly as did
their mouths. The kiss grew from slow dance to fireworks.
She took his bottom lip between her teeth and ran her tongue
across its length then darted her tongue back into the heat of
his mouth. A low, guttural moan escaped him and she felt his
manhood turn to steel beneath her. He kissed her back with
mounting passion, devouring her, and claiming her as his.
Just then a horrifying thought intruded into his head. He
broke the kiss and looked breathlessly into her eyes. She was
panting softly and her lips were swollen red. Color had
painted her skin and she looked radiant, lustrous like a pink
pearl. She was gorgeous and alluring and all he wanted to do
was lose himself in her, dive into a piece of heaven. But this
thought was one that he felt compelled to share for he feared
it was the truth.
"Dana," he whispered, trying to catch his breath. "Why do
you think they put us together?"
She looked at him bewildered, for the thought hadn't even
occurred to her. She had just been so grateful to have him
with her the "whys" hadn't even entered her mind. "I don't
know," she replied, a feeling of dread casting a dark shadow
over her previous bliss.
"I've had no contact with any females since the aliens took
over. I mean, complete segregation. It's been like that for
you too, right?"
"And now suddenly they put me with you, not just any
woman, but you," Doggett said, the thought becoming clearer
by the moment. "They scan our minds every week, so they
know that I think of you, how I think of you, what you mean
to me. They know. I highly doubt they just wanna be nice
and give us a heartfelt reunion. They have a reason, a
purpose, and I fear I know what it is."
"What?" Scully whispered, terror seeping into her heart.
"You've seen 'Planet of the Apes'?"
She nodded again and then it dawned on her. "No!"
"Yes, I think they want us to mate, like animals, and produce
more slaves for them."
The thought was horrific, but Scully shook her head. "But
that would be impossible. Look at me. Look at my body.
There is no way it can sustain life; I am barely holding on to
my own! And I haven't had a period in over five months!"
"Maybe you're right. They're intelligent life forms. With all
the mind scans they do, they must know how we humans
Scully thought this over then remembered something;
something that didn't make sense at the time, but was
perfectly clear now. "Maybe you're right afterall, John. Both
my meals were much larger than usual today, and yesterday
after the bi-weekly showers they give us they injected me and
several other women with something. I thought it was just
some sort of test drug, but I had no bad reaction and now I'm
thinking that maybe it could've been hormones." She
shuddered at the thought of what the aliens were planning and
wondered if all humans were paired up tonight. As if in
answer, a loud moan came from the cell next to her. It was
not of moan of pain, but one of pleasure.
Scully and Doggett looked at each other convinced. "What if
we don't give them what they want?" She asked.
"They'd probably pair us up with someone else 'till they got
the desired outcome."
"No!" Scully said, repulsed at the thought of being put in a
cage with a strange man and having him try to force himself
"Shh," he soothed. "They'd probably put you with Mulder.
You think of him and I know he thinks of you. You'd be
"As much as I want to be with Mulder, I want to be with you
more. I can't bear the thought of them separating us, of not
seeing you again," Scully said panic gripping her voice.
"Shh, Dana," Doggett tried to soothe her, but he felt the same
"John, it's almost worse now that I know you're alive. To
know that you're out there and that I am not with you, maybe
never with you again; I can't handle that!" Tears were
already welling in her eyes and as she blinked they spilled
down onto her cheeks.
Doggett kissed them away and whispered, "All that matters is
that we are here together now." He continued brushing
tender kisses on her face. He moved from her damp cheeks
to her eyelids, her forehead, her nose, her earlobes, the line of
her jawbone, her chin, then hovered just millimeters from her
lips. "I love you," he breathed. He caressed her lips with his
in the gentlest, yet most intimate, of kisses.
She drew back so she could look into his eyes. They were
intoxicated with love and were the mirror image to her own.
"I love you, and all we are guaranteed is this very moment. I
don't want to waste it; I don't want to regret not spending it
loving you. I need you, and no matter what their motives are
for putting us together tonight, my motives are pure: I love
you and I want to spend our moments showing you how
He was deeply moved by her words and he trembled as he
spoke. "I love you so much. You own my heart."
"And you own mine. Now I need you to claim my body.
Make me yours, John." She shuddered in his lap; the
profoundness of the moment was overwhelming.
He captured her mouth with his in a fiercely possessive kiss.
She responded, possessing him as well, branding her love on
his body. Repositioning herself on his lap, she grazed his
straining groin with her crotch. The moan this elicited fueled
her to gyrate in his lap as she slinked her hands under his
shirt running her fingers over his hard chest. He broke the
kiss and ripped off his shirt, revealing his scarred torso.
Scully's heart ached as she saw the multitude of scars. His
body looked like the canvas of a madman. She traced them
gently with her fingers, imagining the torture each one had
"Dana," he breathed, seeing the pain and compassion in her
"I know," she said, taking off her tattered top and revealing
her permanent map of alien procedures and tests.
It was Doggett's turn to look at her with anguish and
sympathy. Once again he felt powerless in this Godless, alien
world and he vowed to himself that he would get them out of
here, or die trying. He let his lips caress each and every scar
her body displayed, wishing them gone, wishing them on his
own body instead of hers.
Her mouth found his neck, kissing it, biting it, licking it,
breathing in his masculine scent. Then she hovered over his
ear, panting softly as she outlined its shape with her tongue,
stopping at the lobe to tease it between her teeth. He shivered
and his skin prickled in arousal as her tongue dove into his
ear drawing circles of pleasure.
Lifting her off his thighs with one arm, he used the other to
inch down her shorts and underwear. She leaned back and he
gently lowered her to the ground, pulling the garments off in
one swift sweep. Quickly she pulled him on top of her nude
form and worked the last barrier from his loins. Her hand
sought his erection and wrapped itself around it, stroking it,
pumping it, feeding it. The sensation was exquisite. It had
been so long, so very long, since a woman had touched him
there. He let out a groan. She moved the head of his penis
gingerly over her folds and clit, caressing herself with him in
a way that made Doggett's senses short-circuit in rapture. He
cupped her small breasts in his large hands and massaged
them as his lips lowered to one of the pink nubs and skillfully
lapped at it, teasing it hard. He alternated between the two
and Scully writhed beneath him, moaning softly.
The pleasure was so intense that she suddenly shook and her
muscles contracted violently, bringing her a climax so
powerful and quick, it surprised even her. Doggett inserted a
finger into her pulsating, hot core, twisting and turning it, in
and out, fueling her climax. He watched her face as wave
after wave of ecstasy washed over it. He wanted to
remember this sight forever.
As the last waves came crashing down over her, she pulled
him to her in a searing kiss and rolled them over so that she
was now on top. She gave him a wicked smile then leisurely
trailed a hot path with her tongue from his mouth, down his
neck, over his chest, and to his throbbing erection. She took
him wholly into her mouth and he almost fainted from the
feeling. She sucked him hard, stroking and rolling his balls
with her hand.
"Dana," he mumbled overcome with euphoria. "Please..."
She knew exactly what he needed and climbed up to him,
hovering her wet center over his engorged cock. Looking
into his darkened, lust-filled eyes, she impaled herself on it.
His largeness pushed the breath from her body and her eyes
widened at the feel. His eyes rolled back in his head as he
was completely engulfed in her tight core. It was paradise in
hell. She rocked her hips, moving on him, slowly at first,
building up faster and faster until she was a hurricane of
rhythm. He sat up, grabbing her waist, guiding her in their
frenzy. The look in her eyes was raw and wild. He clutched
her to him, his fingers digging into the flesh of her back,
fighting to hold out on his release, savoring the incredible
mounting high. He kissed her with a hunger so urgent it
shook her entire being. Then he tore her face from his and
stared into her wild blue eyes, as he spilled into her, flooding
her with his heat. She saw the feral fury in his eyes and she
came again at the feel of his scorching seed, convulsing
around him in a volcanic release. They shuddered in each
other's embrace, breathless, wet, and spent. They had
become one flesh, one heart, one soul, one love.
After several minutes their heartbeats slowed back to normal,
yet their bodies were still intertwined. "How did I get so
lucky to have you love me?" Doggett asked drunk from her
love. She gave him a big smile and kissed him tenderly.
Together they laid down on the floor, oblivious to the dirt and
the cold. He pulled her to him, her back to his chest, his arm
securely around her waist, and sleep quickly overcame them.
In what seemed like only minutes later, Scully was pleasantly
awoken by tiny kisses on her neck and nibbles on her ear. As
consciousness returned to her, she felt her lover's arousal
pressing hard into her back. She smiled to herself and turned
around in his arms only to be captured by his mouth in a
hungry, needy kiss. Her body was already gushing wetness
and they made love again, this time more slowly, more
leisurely. Every inch was explored, every inch was kissed,
and they once again rose to euphoria together, freeing their
souls to fly above the earth to nirvana.
"I have a theory that might help us get out of here," Scully
said several minutes later as they held each other, their
breathing having returned back to a normal rhythm.
"What is it?" Doggett was highly interested. They needed to
brainstorm and discuss possible escape methods before they
were forced to separate.
"I've noticed that the aliens and the trays of food they bring
us can go through the energy shields without any effect.
When I tried, I almost electrocuted myself."
"Dana..." he whispered lovingly, sharing her pain. He had
tried the shield as well with the same painful result.
"I know they put a chip in the back of my neck. A different
one from the one that I had put back in before. I felt one in
your neck earlier and I suspect all us humans have one, all
except William. But he seems to be the exception for
everything. In any case, I think they use the chip as a type of
tracking device so they know were we are at all times and I
think it might also be the trigger for the energy shield."
"You have a good point there. Why else would the trays of
food be able to go through the shield without a reaction?"
Doggett agreed. "If we could take the chips out, leave them
in the cell so they think we are still here, we could hopefully
walk right out of our prisons and escape to freedom." It
sounded extremely risky, but perhaps it could work.
"I think it's worth a try. If we don't do it and we're right,
they'll know as soon as they do the mind scan on us, and then
they'll think of another way to keep us as slaves. And the
punishment...I don't even want to think about that," she said
"Alright, we'll do it," Doggett said, knowing Scully was right.
"I won't go without William though," she said firmly.
"Of course not. I wouldn't either! I love him, Dana,"
"I know you do," she said smiling then planted a kiss on his
He grabbed her, pressing her to him, and slipped his tongue
into her mouth, instantly driving the temperature in the cell
up a hundred degrees. His hunger for her was unquenchable
and he crushed her mouth to his in a kiss that scorched her
lips. They made love again in a wild frenzy, trying to satiate
the intense desire that boiled within them. Only after they
were finished, panting in each other's arms, did they finalize
their escape plan.
As morning dawned, the fear of separation spread in their
hearts, gripping them in anxiety and dread. They had used
every precious moment loving each other, sealing their flesh
as they had their hearts. Now the terror of the alien world
was upon them again, overshadowing their red hot passionate
love with the black cold evil shroud of the unknown. Doggett
was determined in his resolve to change their fate and escape
with his love and her baby. He took her hands in his and
willed her to focus on his eyes. She shook in fear, but his
gaze soothed her, as did his words. "I will get us out of here,
Dana. I promise you."
She nodded. If there was anyone who could, it was Doggett.
She would not let the dreaded doubt surface in her mind
again. She had to believe their plan would work and they
would escape; not to believe it would mean insanity.
Immediately after the blaring wake-up siren, the alien guards
arrived, but Doggett held on to Scully's hands not breaking
his gaze. "I love you," he whispered as the guards pried him
from his lover.
"No!" Scully screamed as their hands no longer touched and
the guards were dragging him out of her cage. "No!" He still
held her gaze, calming her a bit and she mouthed the words,
"I love you" as he disappeared from her view. Sinking down
to the cold, hard earth she wept bitterly. Her sobs violently
racked her body and her mind screamed in sheer anguish.
When all her tears were spent, she curled up in a fetal ball
and rocked herself into oblivion. Would she ever get to see
him, touch him, kiss him, or feel him inside her again? She
knew that if she didn't, she would not survive. Her mind was
already crazy with the loss of him.
Mulder had not spent the night alone either. Instead of being
brought back to his own cell for the night, he was brought to
a different cellblock and locked in with another human: a
woman, a beautiful one at that. This turn of events had
surprised them both, but after the initial shock and
awkwardness had worn off they both relished in each other's
company. Neither had seen a human member of the opposite
sex since the day of the invasion. Even though they were
perfect strangers they felt a kinship and held hands or
embraced as they talked in hushed whispers and later slept.
The mere touch and closeness of another person was healing.
It did not matter that they were strangers; they were bound by
a common hell. When morning broke and they were
separated, their hearts ached at the loss.
As Mulder worked in the scalding sun that day, he wondered
what the purpose of last night's situation was. There had to
be a reason, there always was with the aliens. Perhaps they
were testing them, seeing how human males and females
interact. But as far as he knew, they did not have cameras or
other viewing devices in the cells themselves. He had
checked for such things many times. Maybe the mind scans
told them all they wanted to know. Whatever the reason, it
sure was a pleasure to have the company of a fellow human
being. He prayed it would not be a one-time event. Perhaps
one day he would even get to see Scully, that was if she was
even still alive.
Mulder's mind wandered to Doggett. It was a gift seeing him
yesterday. He prayed he would be as lucky again today. As
if in answer to his prayer a dozen or so men entered the labor
site. Mulder scanned the faces and quickly saw that Doggett
was among them. Doggett's eyes meet his and he gave a
Hours later the two men were able to maneuver themselves
next to each other. They looked down at their work and
spoke with minimum lip movement, hoping to avoid the
attention of the guards.
"Dana and William are alive," Doggett murmured.
"Alive! You saw them?" Mulder's heart was about to burst
out of his chest in joy and he had to use every ounce of
strength not to jump up and down and shout to the heavens in
"I only saw Dana. I was put in her cell last night. She told
me that they allow her to see William twice a day."
A million questions surged into Mulder's mind, but there was
only one that really mattered, "Are they okay?"
"Yes. Dana's fine, thin, but okay under the circumstances.
She says William's healthy. They treat him like royalty."
A million more questions occurred to Mulder, especially
about William, but Doggett spoke again before he could
formulate one. "I have a lot to tell you, but first Dana wanted
me to tell you that she loves you."
Mulder stole a glance at Doggett and he saw that that had not
been an easy thing for him to say. Mulder's eyes teared up
and he whispered, "Thank you."
"I told her that you love her too," Doggett added, wanting to
give the man more after seeing the emotion on his face.
Mulder nodded and smiled, a tear trickling down his right
cheek. "Dana and I are formulating a plan for escape,"
Doggett continued speaking quickly. "We have to do it soon
before they scan our minds again. If they scan us like they
have before, our next scheduled scan is in five days. We're
plannin' our escape in three."
A guard walked by Doggett and Mulder, hesitating in their
proximity then moved on. Doggett quickly whispered all the
information that he and Scully had shared the night before.
Mulder understood and agreed that their plan of escape was
the best one under the circumstances; their only possibility
really. It was going to be risky as hell, but hell was where
they were going to stay if they didn't do something soon.
"Do you think you'll see her again tonight?" Mulder asked.
Doggett shrugged. "I can only hope."
"Tell her that I love her again, if you see her," he asked.
Doggett nodded, tiny pangs of jealousy running through him.
No matter what he and Scully shared, she shared something
strong and powerful with Mulder as well. He was sure of
"You know, they put me with a woman last night too. I
wonder what they're up to," Mulder mused.
This information confirmed what Doggett had been thinking
was the aliens' plan. "Did you know the woman?"
"Was she your type?"
"She was beautiful, but I didn't sleep with her if that's what
you're implying," Mulder said getting annoyed. What kind of
questions were these? They weren't in a bar slinging back
some drinks, but out in the burning sun, working their butts
off for survival in a world that was no longer their own.
"No. But I think that's what the aliens are plannin'. I think
they want us to procreate and give them more slaves and
subjects to study and test."
The mere thought shot shivers of horror through Mulder's
body. "No..." Then another thought stuck him: what if
Doggett and Scully had...no...he couldn't even think it. He
didn't want to think it. He didn't know what he would do if it
were true. Had that been pain he had seen in Doggett's eyes
as he had told him to tell Scully that he loved her? Or
jealousy? He was about to just go ahead and ask if Doggett
had slept with Scully when a guard walked up to them and
separated them. Doggett had given him a lot of food for
thought, but all he could think of at the moment was if Scully
had given herself to him. Had he not loved Scully, he would
have slept with the woman he was with last night. He was
pretty sure she would have allowed it and he had desired her,
but he didn't, couldn't. But Scully and Doggett were another
matter entirely. They knew each other and he had the
impression that they both had strong feelings for each other.
Certainly Doggett did for Scully; Mulder had seen those
feelings in his eyes ever since he had "come back from the
dead". He forced his mind off the subject and let himself
rejoice in the fact that Scully and William were alive and
well. They would all escape; they just had to.
After Doggett had eaten his meager dinner, the guards
brought him to Scully's cell again. They were both overjoyed
at their fortune, but neither made a move until the guards
disappeared. Then they ran into each other's arms, tears of
joy and thankfulness streaming down their cheeks, and
touched each other everywhere, needing to feel the other's
flesh, heartbeat, breath, and love. The physical contact was a
need like water: necessary for survival.
Several minutes later their tactile hunger was met at least for
the moment and Doggett spoke. "I saw Mulder again today."
Scully's eyes lit up with joy and she looked like a child who
had just received a much-desired lollipop. "Thank God!
Were you able to tell him about our plan?"
"Yes and he's definitely in," Doggett said. "I told him that
William was alive and he was so relieved. He also told me
that they put him in a cell with another woman last night. So
I think I'm correct in what their motives are. They chose a
woman that Mulder found attractive. That's information they
must've gotten from the mind scans and tests they do on us. I
know that's how we must've ended up together."
Upon hearing that Mulder was with a woman he found
attractive, Scully felt jealousy's teeth nipping at her heart.
She wondered if he had done with that woman what she and
Doggett had done last night. Then she quickly admonished
herself for the thought and feeling. She wanted Mulder to
have any happiness, any pleasure this hell of a life could
bring him. But as if in answer to her unspoken question,
Doggett stated, "Mulder didn't sleep with her. I wonder if
they'll put a different woman with him tonight."
More of a relief than she wanted to admit washed over
Scully. "I wonder too. What else did he say?"
"I gave him your message that you love him. It is obvious he
loves you very much, Dana. His face was so full of emotion
when I told him and he had tears in his eyes. He wanted me
to tell you that he loved you again, if I got the chance,"
Doggett relayed, feeling that he needed to give Scully all the
information, even the parts that were painful for him to say,
for any information was so very precious these days. Doggett
searched her eyes for her reaction. They showed the slightest
bit of surprise, though he couldn't figure why, and they
showed a deep love. That was unmistakably clear. She truly
loved Mulder. His heart ached and he wondered if he was
second best to her, if she had settled and made love with him
because he was there and Mulder was unavailable, perhaps
Scully saw the changes of emotion in Doggett's eyes and had
an idea of what he was thinking. She had to put his fears to
rest. "John," she said taking his face in her tiny, calloused
hands, "I don't deny loving Mulder; I always will, but you are
the one I'm in love with, you are the one, the only one, I want
to make love with, you are the one, that if we ever actually
get out of this Godforsaken place I want to spend the rest of
my days with. I love you, John," her voice trembled with
emotion. This was no time to hold back any feelings, for
what tomorrow would bring was more unknown than any
unknowns from the tomorrows of the past.
To backup her words, Scully stood on her tiptoes and pulled
Doggett's mouth to her own in a hungry, passionate kiss.
Doggett responded immediately with like fire then escalated
the heat by pouring all of himself into her, offering up for her
his very essence. Scully felt the profundity of the kiss and
she responded in kind. When their lips parted, tears had
squeezed from the corners of his eyes, trickling a shiny path
to his jaw line. The look of love that his eyes held was
infinitely overwhelming. "I love you so much," he said in an
emotion-laden voice. He brought her lips to his again and
they sank to the floor, two souls joined forever in love.
They made love continuously throughout the night not
wanting one second to go by without a touch, a caress, a
show of love. They spent each moment as if it were their
last, for it very well could have been and they knew it.
Nothing was taken for granted and by the time morning came
their bodies had not rested but their hearts and souls were at
After Mulder was feed his dinner, they brought him to a
different cell from the one he had spent the last night in. The
aliens shoved him inside and left. He sensed that he was not
alone and assumed he was put with another woman.
"I won't hurt you," he said gently then waited in silence.
Slowly a female figure appeared out of the shadows. Fear
was in her eyes, though it was obvious she was trying to hide
it. She looked very familiar, but it took another moment
before Mulder could place her. It looked like the aliens had
really put her through the ringer. She had red circles around
her eyes and black circles under them. Her skin was ashen
and covered with fresh marks. She trembled involuntarily,
but tried hard to look brave and strong.
"Marita Covarrubias?" Mulder asked unsure.
She hesitated for a moment, coming closer to study his face.
Suddenly he saw recognition fill her eyes, recognition and
relief. "Mulder," she whispered and let herself fall into his
arms. She went from feather light to dead weight within
seconds, and Mulder realized she had lost consciousness. He
wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny frame and gently
lowered her to the ground, cushioning her head in his lap.
"Marita, Marita," he whispered soothingly while patting her
cheeks and hands. What suffering she had recently endured
he did not even want to imagine, he didn't need to imagine,
for he knew first hand.
All of a sudden her eyes flew open, wildly disoriented. When
they rested upon his face they relaxed. "It's alright, Marita.
You're going to be alright," he soothed, gently stroking his
fingers over her forehead and into her blonde hair.
"Mulder," she said, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
Pain shot through Mulder's heart that this weak, tortured
woman was saying "sorry". "Shh. Please don't be sorry. I
know exactly what you're going through."
"You do, don't you?" She said softly and touched his cheek
with her hand. Some strength returned to her and with
Mulder's help she sat up, facing him. "You were right all
along, Mulder. You knew the truth."
Mulder nodded. "I can't tell you how sorry I am that I was
right," he said sadly. "If I could have only stopped it, or
warned the world..."
"No, don't blame yourself. They made sure you couldn't do
that. They got rid off most of the evidence along the way.
They knew you were close, but they just wouldn't let you
have any proof so the outside world would believe you. They
used you, Mulder. They used me."
Mulder sighed and nodded. It was no use talking about it
"We have to get out of here," she said, her voice now filled
with a strong urgency. "They are planning more evil. What
we've been through so far has been cake compared to what
they are going to do to us soon."
"What are they going to do?" Mulder asked apprehensively.
She shook her head. "I can't say, I don't know any specifics, I
just know," she said stressing the last word. She had seen
things through her mind's eye, terrible things, things too
horrifying to put to words. "You've got to believe me."
"I believe you," he said, and he did.
"The baby, William, he's part of their plan. And he's not
necessarily all yours and Dana Scully's," she said
"What do you mean?" Fear laced Mulder's voice.
"He is also part alien. That's why they haven't harmed him.
That's why they have special plans for him and why you have
to free him."
A thousand thoughts rushed through Mulder's brain. All his
fears, Scully's fears, were not unfounded. "How do you know
all this? Why didn't you tell us?"
She looked down, shaking her head, "It was that cigarette
smoking bastard's doing. He orchestrated all this."
Mulder smashed his hand into the dirt floor in anger. She
placed her had over his fist and whispered, "I'm sorry,
Mulder. I'm so sorry. Krycek tried to warn you."
"Krycek! Krycek was a bastard too! Playing both sides,
whatever was best for him. Do you know he wanted to kill
the baby before it was even born?"
Marita nodded in confirmation. "Because he knew what it
was, what it would mean to the aliens."
Mulder sighed deeply, his anger abating. There was nothing
he could do about the past.
She looked him right in the eyes and said, almost pleading,
"That's why we have to get out of here and take William with
us. I know where they're holding him. I can help you get to
him, we just have to figure out how to get out of this cell."
He thought for a moment. Should he share their escape plan
with her? She was once a valuable informant on his side.
Could he trust her? He felt she was being honest with him
now. He could see her fear and her desperation; those were
real. He could see the torture and pain she'd been through.
And perhaps she had knowledge that would be useful for the
escape and for the future. "We already have a plan," he said.
He told her that Scully and Doggett were alive and then went
into the escape plan in detail.
Hope and relief replaced the fear that had been in her eyes.
When he was finished speaking, she threw herself into his
arms and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Mulder, thank
you for letting me come with you," she said as tears flowed
down her face. She drew back and looked deeply into
Mulder's eyes. "You can trust me. I will forever be on your
side and in your debt." She leaned in and placed a tender,
lingering kiss on Mulder's lips. They parted and he looked
into her welcoming orbs. He saw more than gratefulness
"You don't owe me anything," he said, shocked that she had
kissed him and even more shocked that he had actually not
minded. But his heart belonged to Scully and now that he
knew she was alive he couldn't, wouldn't, let himself be with
She studied his eyes and realization dawned on her. "You
still love her, don't you?" She asked gently. Mulder gave the
slightest of nods. She smiled bitter sweetly, knowing what it
was like to love someone, unrequitedly in her case. "Can you
just hold me?" She asked, needing the physical human
"Of course," he said and gathered her into his arms. He
lowered the both of them to the cold floor and they slept in
each other's warmth.
Back out in the hot sun, the day passed quickly and all Dana
Scully could think of was their plan of escape. She went over
and over it in her mind, trying to think of all the things that
could go wrong. There were many, but not to try and to be
resigned to a life of hell was no longer an option. Knowing
that Doggett and Mulder were alive gave her strength, but
most of all William was her strength. She was doing this for
him, for if left with the aliens, who knew what kind of person
he would grow up to be. She knew they looked at him as
some sort of messiah. But perhaps that would be short-lived
and they would start the tests on him like they did on all other
humans. She could not live with that. Her baby had to be
protected and safe and now with Mulder and Doggett helping
it would be their best chance.
She kept her eyes trained to the rubble she was moving,
searching for something sharp that she could use to remove
the chip in her neck tomorrow night. As if God had taken
pity on her, she saw something gleam in the sunlight.
Inconspicuously, she scanned the area and noticed that the
guards were not looking in her direction. Quickly she picked
up the object and closed her fingers around it. After another
glance toward her captors she looked at what now lay in the
palm of her hand: the blade of what was once a small
pocketknife. Could she have found anything more perfect?
She was overjoyed at her luck and tucked the knife away into
her underwear waistband.
That night after having her regular visit with William and her
dinner she hoped that they would bring Doggett to her again.
She knew the two nights she had already spent with him were
a gift and she should be thankful, but seeing him, being with
him, made her realize even more how unbearable post-
colonization life was. Knowing that there was an end to this
suffering, whether it would be a successful escape or her
death, was reassuring.
Like clockwork, the aliens arrived with their prisoner, turned
off the energy shield, and threw him in. Scully waited until
they left before running to him, her heart pounding in joy,
and saying, "John!" She froze in her tracks about three steps
away from him, shocked. Now that she could see his face
clearly, instead of just his silhouette, she saw it was not
Doggett at all, but Mulder. Her heart stopped, for she
couldn't believe her eyes. Her partner, her friend, her soul
mate was standing before her with the same expression of
joyous shock in his eyes that she thought must have been in
hers as well.
"Mulder!" She exclaimed incredulously.
And almost in the same instant he shouted, "Scully!"
Without letting another second pass by, they were in each
other's arms, holding one another in an embrace that said they
never wanted to let go. Tears flowed freely down both their
faces. Scully lifted her head off of his chest and looked into
his hazel eyes. They shined with tears and joy. "Mulder,"
she repeated touching his cheek with her fingers. "Mulder,
"Scully, I..." he was speechless. The thoughts and emotions
that were running through his body like wildfire were just too
overwhelming to put to words. Instead he did the only thing
he could think of to let her know how tremendously happy he
was to see her: he lowered his mouth to hers in a tender,
The moment was so intense, Scully responded without
thinking, allowing herself to feel all of Mulder's emotions of
bliss, gratefulness, and most of all, love. She conveyed her
same feelings to him and their kiss opened, deepened, and
lingered until all was "said". Breathless, they parted and held
each other, stroking each other's back, arms, everything;
needing to feel the reality of the moment. Silently, Mulder
took Scully's hand and led her to the back of the cell. They
sat down, facing each other, and communicated with their
eyes like they had countless times over the past years.
Without a word they shared their innermost feelings, their
fears, their pain, their misery, their love.
Just like Scully and Doggett had, Mulder and Scully felt the
need to continuously touch each other. To feel another
human being, one that filled their hearts, was just a plain
necessity. Mulder could barely believe the woman sitting
across from him was his Scully. She was so thin. Her cheeks
were sunken, her shoulders bony, the curvy hips, bottom, and
breasts that he secretly admired and desired were now almost
non-existent. She looked like a young boy, although her face
and her hands showed the toll of the hard work she had had to
endure under the vigilant eyes of the aliens. Mulder softly
touched one of the scars that were scattered among the other
scars and bruises on her body. Fresh tears spilled from his
"Mulder, I'm fine," she said, cringing at her own old words.
Had she let him in more in the past, maybe they would have
been husband and wife by now. She amended her response,
"The wounds you see on my body are nothing compared to
the wounds that are in my heart. Not knowing if you were
dead or alive, not knowing if I would ever see you again,
those were the things that caused me the most pain. The joy I
felt when John told me you were alive was indescribable.
Mulder, I know you have gone through the same. Let's not
dwell on that; let's enjoy what we have now in this precious
moment, then let's look to the future that we are going to take
back for ourselves." She had not meant to give a small
speech; it had just flowed out. It was a relief to speak her
heart without holding back or worrying what he might think.
Life in this alien world had taught her to be true to her
feelings and not to keep them to herself.
Mulder smiled. "That's my Scully: strong and determined as
ever." Another strong wave of emotion washed over him and
he said something he should have said long ago, "I love you,
you know," he whispered and cupped her face in his hand.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling with love. "I do know. I love
you too, Mulder. I always will." He leaned in and brushed
his lips to hers, but unlike the last time, he waited for
permission. She let his mouth linger on hers, enjoying the
touch, the profound connection, but then she withdrew. She
had given her heart to John Doggett and he had given her his.
God willing, they would share a long life together, free from
Mulder sensed her hesitation and spoke what was in his heart.
"I've loved you for years, Scully. I've had a lot of time to
think since the world ended and mostly I've thought about
you, not Samantha, not my quest for the truth -- hey, we're
living that, aren't we? --, but you, Scully. My only regret is
that I didn't tell you sooner. And now I think it's already too
His last sentence was more of a question than a statement.
Scully lovingly caressed her fingers over his cheeks and
jawbones. "It's never to late to hear that you are loved. But
you are right, to have heard it sooner would have changed a
lot for us, I think. But I am as much to blame as you are. I've
loved you for so long and I never told you. I regret that too.
All the years we wasted, all the loneliness we endured: so
unnecessary. There's no more wasting time, for this moment
is all we might ever have together again."
"Scully, we are going to get out of here alive. All of us. I
will make sure of it," Mulder said determined.
"I believe that too, I have to, but just in case, I want you to
know that you are loved. I love you with all my heart. You
are a part of me. Our souls are forever joined." To seal her
words, she closed the small space between them and kissed
him tenderly. Although she did not open her mouth to him in
respect for her love of Doggett, she allowed the kiss to be
intimate for she wanted it to convey her deep and timeless
love for him. He wrapped his arms around her and took what
she gave. When they parted they gazed into each other's
eyes, speaking their unspoken language. He understood and
accepted it, albeit painfully.
"Doggett told me William's alive," he said joyously. "I've
been so worried and I've missed him so much, Scully!"
"I know you have. Not knowing his fate for over six months
must have driven you insane! I know I would have been a
crazy woman had I not known. They've driven me crazy
enough, only letting me see him twice a day."
"How is he? Does he look healthy?"
"Yes, he is the picture of health. He definitely has your lips,
even more so now than when you saw him last. They are so
full, so perfectly kissable," she said gently running her finger
over his plump bottom lip.
Mulder smiled and the urge to kiss her was great, but he
squelched it. He knew she was in love with Doggett. But
even so, he and Scully would always share a special love, a
love no one could touch. And that he was grateful for. But
he did regret not having created William in the old fashioned
way. Why, when she came to him with her request that he be
a sperm donor, did he not tell her he loved her? That was
something he'd never forgive himself for. Things could have
been completely different now. He would have made her his
wife and they would have been a family. His hesitation and
cowardice when it came to matters of the heart cost him
dearly. Apparently John Doggett had not made the same
"I think our fears about William were not unwarranted
though," she said anxiety in her voice. "I've been thinking a
lot about what Krycek said about our baby being
superhuman, without frailties."
"You think that's why they keep him separated from you and
why he seems to be unharmed?"
"Yeah, and it scares me to death. I wonder what they have
planned for him."
What Marita had told Mulder about William the night before
came rushing back to him. He took Scully into his arms,
wishing her pain and worry away. "We don't have to wonder;
we're all getting out of here tomorrow night," he said hoping
to soothe her, hoping to soothe himself.
After several moments, Mulder spoke again, "I was put in
Marita Covarrubias' cell last night."
Scully's eyebrows rose in surprise. "She's alive?"
Mulder nodded. "Barely. They had apparently done a lot of
tests on her earlier that day. She was very weak."
Scully shuddered at the thought, knowing exactly what kind
of pain and torture she had endured.
"She told me that things are going to get worse for us here.
She didn't have any specifics, but said she just knew that
more evil was coming. She wanted me to help her figure a
way out of here. I told her of our plan and she's in."
"Do you think we can trust her?" Scully asked warily.
"Yes," he said. There had been something in her eyes that
had convinced him of that.
Fatigue overcoming them, they lied down on the ground
together, their bodies intertwined, embracing tightly, and fell
asleep. About two hours later Mulder awoke, fearing
morning had already arrived.
Gently he caressed Scully's face until she awoke. She looked
sleepily into his eyes and smiled. It felt so good to be in
Mulder's arms, hearing his steady breath, feeling his warmth.
But she wished Doggett were here as well and hoped he was
Suddenly terror filled her eyes and she whispered urgently,
"Are the guards here already? Are they taking you away?"
"Shh," he said, soothingly, placing a kiss on her forehead,
"No, they're not here. I'm sorry; I didn't want to alarm you. I
just thought we should go over the escape plan again before
they do come."
She wrapped her arms tighter around Mulder, snuggling into
his chest, as her racing heart returned to normal. "Yeah,
you're right. Let's go over it all."
She told him of the knife blade she had found earlier, and he
told her he had picked up a sharp-edged rock for the same
purpose. They went over everything step by step. It was like
being FBI partners again. Scully was excited to put the plan
into motion. It would all start after their dinner once the
aliens cleared out of the cellblocks and had left them for the
When the guards did come several hours later and tore them
apart, they were mentally prepared for their fight for freedom.
They exchanged "I love yous" and then Mulder was gone.
She prayed it was not the last time she saw him.
Doggett had been so tremendously disappointed when the
aliens had not brought him to Scully's cell, but rather to
another woman's. His first thought was wondering who
Scully had been put with, if anyone. He hoped it was Mulder
for then he knew she would be safe. The thought of some
sex-starved man sharing her cell for an entire night and
Scully trying to fend him off angered and scared him.
The woman they had put him with was attractive, actually
looked very similar to Scully, with red hair, porcelain skin
and a petite frame. She had been very fearful so he talked to
her for a good part of the night and then held her, upon
request, for the rest of the night while they slept.
"Today's the day," Doggett thought to himself as he worked
outside the next morning. It was the day they would kiss
freedom hello or their lives goodbye. He gathered a small
sharp stone for the little operation he would have to give
himself tonight and thought through the plan in detail, his cop
mind thinking of every possible hurdle, every possible catch.
Unfortunately, there were so many unknowns. He looked to
the horizon, and beyond the piles and piles of rubble there
were some mountains, mountains that hopefully would be
their refuge. As the workday drew to a close, he was sorry he
hadn't seen Mulder. But if all went as planned, they'd be
celebrating their newfound freedom before the day was over.
Scully waited anxiously in her cell, praying that either
Doggett or Mulder would be put in with her tonight. Even
alone was better than being with a stranger. A stranger could
mess up the entire escape plan, and she was determined
nothing was going to mess it up. After dinner and her visit
with William, she waited nervously. Finally the guards
brought a man to her cell. It was Doggett. Thank God! They
ran into each other's arms, practically sobbing in relief and
joy. After a passion-filled kiss, they quickly got down to
"Look what I found," Scully said proudly as she held out the
Doggett looked at it in surprise. "Terrific! I guess we won't
be needing this," he said showing her the sharp rock. "I didn't
see Mulder today," he stated with disappointment. "But I'm
sure everything's fine," he added, not wanting her to worry.
"He was with me last night," Scully informed.
"He was?" Doggett said relieved, then a flash of jealousy
jolted through his body. He mentally kicked himself for the
feeling. "Thank God. I was worried some stranger would be
put with you."
That was her Doggett: always concerned for her safety. "I
was safe, Sweetheart, but I missed you. A lot."
Had she just called him "Sweetheart"? Doggett felt bliss rush
through him and he smiled. "God, I missed you!" He
claimed her in another passionate kiss that was so intense it
touched her very soul.
Breathless they parted and Scully whispered, "I think we
better get to the task at hand lest we get...distracted." She
looked at him with an alluring smile. "I promise you a life
time of my love if we escape."
"You mean when we escape," he said determined.
"When we escape," she agreed.
She switched topics, "Do you know Marita Covarrubias?"
"I remember coming across that name a few times in the X-
files," he said, his curiosity rising.
"Mulder was put in her cell the other night and she is going to
be escaping with us. He trusts her and she can be an asset.
At one point she was even infected by the alien virus. She
could have information about them that could help us in the
A last minute change in plan was not something Doggett felt
comfortable with, but who was he to deny another human
being the opportunity for freedom? If Mulder trusted her,
that would have to be good enough for him. He nodded to
Scully, accepting the change.
"So are you ready for a little outpatient surgery?" She asked
holding up the knife. He could see fear growing in her eyes
even though she tried to hide it through lightheartedness.
"Am I ever!" He said, trying to sound just as lighthearted and
sat down. He was nervous about their escape as well, but he
did not want her to know that. She sat down behind him and
felt for the chip. Then she carefully and skillfully cut it out in
one clean incision. She pressed her finger to the small cut for
a few minutes, halting any bleeding.
"All done. Now it's my turn," she said handing him the
They switched places and as he held the knife to the back of
her neck he said, "This is bringin' back some bad memories."
"Yeah. You know, I'd be dead if you hadn't saved me, one by
finding me even though I ditched you, and two by cutting that
God-awful thing out of me. I certainly learned my lesson."
"And what lesson would that be?" He asked, feeling her neck
for the chip.
"Never ditch you again."
"You mean I'm stuck with you forever now?" He asked in
mock exasperation as he sliced into her delicate flesh and
extracted the chip. He hoped his joking would put her mind
somewhat at ease.
"I'm afraid so, Agent Doggett; unless, of course, you'd rather
have a different partner," she teased.
"Hmm...I'll have to think about that," he said with a smile in
his voice. She jabbed her elbow into his stomach. "Hey,
you're lucky I was already done with the "operation" or else
you might have a nasty gash there now."
Scully turned around in amazement. "You already took the
"Yup," he said, holding the piece between his fingers for her
"Wow. I didn't feel a thing! You have the most gentle
"Aw, Dana, why'd you have to go and say that? You know
that's not the kinda thing a manly man likes to hear!" He
joked. He was glad that his theory of keeping her talking and
otherwise engrossed kept her from feeling the sharp cut of the
blade. The last thing he ever wanted Dana Scully to feel
again was pain.
She put her arms around his neck, careful not to touch the
back, and said in a completely serious tone, "You are the
manliest man I have ever met, John Doggett. I love you with
all my heart." She brought her mouth to his in a kiss that she
prayed would not be their last. They parted and looked into
each other's eyes, knowing that this was either a farewell kiss
or the first kiss in a future of freedom. She saw strong
determination in his eyes, but underneath that, she also saw a
hint of fear, the same fear she knew he could see in hers.
"We're going to make it," she said, needing to hear the words
"Damn straight we are!" He said, his resolve unwavering.
"Let's do it," he said and stood up, offering her his hand. She
took it and flew up next to him, meeting his eyes. They drew
strength from each other.
Doggett deposited the chips toward the back of the cell,
hoping they would have plenty of time before the aliens
discovered that they were missing, and met Scully right in
front of the energy shield.
"I'll go first," he said.
"No, we're in this together," she said and held out her hand
for him to take.
He knew there was no arguing with her and took it. "I love
you," he said.
"I love you," she said and they both stepped through the
shield. There was no electric shock, no pain, no hindrance.
Scully's theory about the chip implants had been correct.
They were free, at least from their cell. They smiled at each
other brightly. One hurdle down, how many more to go?
Quietly they made their way through the cellblock, careful
not to rouse any of the other humans, who luckily all seemed
to be asleep. Scully led them to the special room William
was kept and they walked through the energy shield there
without incident. They scanned the room and found it empty
except for William. While Doggett manned the door,
keeping a lookout for any aliens, Scully went to William who
was sleeping peacefully, wrapped him in the blanket that had
covered him, and took him into her arms. Doggett signaled
that all was clear and she joined him. They hurried through
the rest of the cellblock, going through several more energy
shields on the way. There were no aliens in sight.
Apparently they thought their method of incarceration was so
foolproof no overnight guards were needed.
Finally they stepped through the last energy shield into the
crisp night air. They scanned the terrain but saw no one
except a sole guard off in the distance. He was facing the
opposite direction and Doggett and Scully ran to the
previously determined spot where Mulder would hopefully be
waiting. They rounded a corner and there he was with Marita
at his side. The fear that initially was in Mulder's eyes
quickly turned to joy when he saw that it was indeed Scully
and Doggett that had found them and not some alien. Relief
flooded their hearts. Briefly they all embraced and Mulder
took the still sleeping William from Scully's arms and kissed
him softly on the forehead. Together they all ran in the
direction of the mountains.
They didn't speak during their journey for fear of being heard
by some alien lurking around another countless pile of rubble.
They just ran and ran and ran. Fear and adrenaline kept them
going at such a swift pace. Finally they reached the base of
the mountain and were surprised to find a couple small
houses still standing. Apparently the mountains had shielded
them from the alien attack. Mulder motioned for them to stay
back out of view while he went to check them out. A few
minutes later he stepped back out of one of the houses and
waved them over.
Once all in the house, Mulder spoke, "They both seem to be
abandoned." Doggett, Scully, and Marita looked around. A
fine layer of dust covered all the surfaces and cobwebs were
in every corner. "I say we gather some supplies, as much as
we can carry, and continue to the mountains."
"I agree. I don't think we'd be safe here for long," Marita
said, knowing the aliens would be searching for them before
The four went through closets and cupboards and loaded two
backpacks and a couple bags they found with blankets, some
clothing, lots of canned foods, a can opener, and a few basic
eating utensils. Seeing these common household items was a
luxury for them and flooded back memories of a normal,
peaceful life. They were even so lucky to find two handguns
with ammunition and stuffed them in the bags.
Finished with their packing, they left the house and started
the accent up the mountain. The moonlight did not penetrate
well through the thick branches of the forest, making the trek
difficult and slow. Mulder and Doggett took turns supporting
Marita, for she was still weak from her latest barrage of tests.
With each step freedom was nearer and nearer to their grasp.
With dawn quickly approaching they found a heavily
overgrown area and stopped. "What do ya say we camp here
'till sundown, get some sleep then continue in the night? I
think usin' night as our cover when we move keeps us safer
from being spotted by the aliens. And by sleepin' during the
day we can keep a better lookout for trouble," Doggett
"I agree," Scully and Marita said in unison.
"So do I," Mulder said. "I'll keep lookout for the first shift,"
"Thanks," Doggett said. "But first, let's eat."
Mulder, Scully, and Marita agreed wholeheartedly and they
all sat down. They opened a few cans and feasted on human
food prepared by human hands. Nothing tasted better. The
peaches in heavy syrup were like the finest dessert to their
deprived palettes and even the Spam tasted like a perfectly
cooked and seasoned Easter ham.
"I think that is the best meal I've ever had in my life," Mulder
said, patting his full stomach.
"Yeah, and the best thing about it is we are eating it in
freedom! Nothing feels better!" Scully exclaimed in glee.
She felt so happy, but a nagging fear kept popping up in the
back of her mind. How long would their freedom last?
Would they have to be on the move all the time? Would they
live in fear and uncertainty for the rest of their lives?
Doggett saw the fear overshadow the joy that had just been
on Scully's face and he knew exactly what she was thinking.
He was thinking the same things, and fear was no stranger to
him either. He put his arm around Scully and pulled her to
"It's gonna work out. There are four of us and one of us can
always be on guard while the other three and William can
relax. We'll just take it one day at a time. But no one or no
thing is gonna take our freedom from us again. We are
fighters, all of us. We will adapt to this lifestyle and we will
find happiness in it," Doggett said with zeal and
The pep talk sunk into Mulder, Marita, and Scully's brains.
They had all needed to hear it, for they all shared the same
fears and doubts.
"You're right, Doggett. It's going to work out. We'll make
sure of it," Mulder agreed.
"And we have each other. That's most important," Scully
said gratefully. She reached out her free arm, inviting Marita
and Mulder, with William snuggled in his arms, to her
embrace. Mulder sat down next to her, she with her arms
around the two men she loved, and Mulder with his arm
tightly around Marita. They sat like that for several minutes
in silence, gaining strength and courage from each other.
"You guys join this little one here," Mulder said referring to
the sleeping baby in his arm, "and get some sleep. I'll wake
you, Doggett, when it's your turn."
"Sounds good," Scully said and took William from Mulder.
"I'll keep watch with you, Mulder," Marita said, standing up.
"You need the most rest of all of us right now. You should
go to sleep," Mulder said with concern.
"Then just for a little while," she said, needing to be with
him. She owed him her life and she wanted to let him know
how grateful she was.
"Alright," he said, seeing the need in her eyes. He actually
welcomed the company.
Doggett and Scully settled down on the soft earth, cuddling
together with William protected between them. Doggett
smoothed Scully's hair back then traced the outline of her
face with his fingertips. "I will do everything in my power to
protect you and William. Anything. You come first. I want
you to have some peace," Doggett said, hoping his words
could bring her that peace.
Scully pressed her trembling lips together and smiled as a
single tear escaped from the corner of her eye and fell on the
baby's blanket. This man loved her so completely. Never
had she felt a love like this before; it was almost palpable.
She knew he meant every word he said. She knew he would
die for her if it came down to that. And she would do the
same for him. "Oh, John," she whispered, not knowing how
to convey her profound love for him. "Just being with you
brings me peace. I love you. You have all of me."
He smiled and leaned in closer to her. "And you have all of
me." He moved his lips on hers, in a deep, lingering kiss that
smoldered with intense love and passion and promised a
future of nothing less. Then he pulled her even closer to him
and they fell asleep in each other's embrace.
When night fell, they continued their journey. They walked
for days, deep into the mountains, living off the land. They
bathed in steams and supplemented their canned food with
mushrooms, berries, and an occasional dear.
Finally they reached a place where they felt that they were
safe, and settled in an inconspicuous cave. Standing at a
nearby cliff, the four of them held each other's hands, and
looked out at the rubble that was now America. It was an
alien world that lay before them. Tears welled in each of
their eyes for all they had lost, for all humankind had lost.
Then smiles formed on their lips as they thought of what they
had gained: freedom. Before the invasion they had taken
freedom for granted, but now it was something they would
struggle and fight to keep for the rest of their lives, for
nothing was more precious.