His
Betrayal
Sara
B. 5/2005
Mulder
reclined on the motel bed staring at the ceiling. The mattress’ lumps were
realigning his spine but his mind was busy elsewhere. He’d hurt Scully
and this time he wasn’t sure if she would forgive him, or even if she could. He
knew he could never forgive himself even if he could figure out what caused it all.
He
still didn’t understand how it happened, how he could betray her in such a way?
Just when they’d finally moved forward with their relationship. They’d
given into each other not out of desperation but simply because they loved and needed each other.
So
why did he end up naked in bed with an equally naked Special Agent Jennifer Todd about to betray the woman he loved? They didn’t have sex, Scully walking in put a damper on his ardor, but he’d
been ready and seemingly very willing. He had no memory of how he and Todd got
in that position but the memory of Scully standing there with her smile fading and her blue eyes filling with tears would
forever haunt him.
Jennifer
Todd was everything he used to want in a woman. She was tall, had long flowing
brown hair with long legs and large breasts. Everything Scully wasn’t. Jennifer Todd was the dream woman of the less enlightened Fox Mulder. The Fox Mulder that didn’t realize that beautiful woman came in all shapes, sizes, hair color and
bust size; that a woman’s true beauty was her mind, her compassion, her loyalty and how she loved.
Now
he may have lost Scully and he still had no idea why. He didn’t remember
anything until Scully came through the door.
Sure
he’d found Todd beautiful but he wasn’t attracted to her. She was
beautiful in the abstract way that some celebrities and models were; nice to look at but not for everyday; not reality. Scully was his everyday, his reality; she was his everywoman and his only woman.
Once
he’d regained his senses he tried to follow her but she’d gotten away. Mulder
tried calling her but she didn’t answer until two hours later. The background
noise told him she was at the airport.
“You’re
leaving, Scully? Come on give me a chance to explain. I don’t know how I ended up in bed with her. The last
thing I remember was having a drink with her at the bar across the street. That’s
all until you walked in. I swear, Scully!
You know me, Scully! You - know - me. . .” his voice trailed out.
“They’re
calling my flight,” she then clicked off.
-x-
Scully
sat in the airport bar nursing the same Vodka Tonic for the last two hours. Two
hours of dealing with traveling businessmen whose tan lines belied their hastily removed wedding rings; two hours where the
vision of Mulder and Agent Todd’s naked bodies played behind her eyes in nightmarish fashion. Damn, none of this made sense.
She
sat back and replayed the last five days.
Skinner
requested they supply some much needed aid in a case. Over the last five months eight men had gone missing for a week then they returned with no memory of what
had happened.
Each
one had gotten up, kissed their significant other goodbye and went to work. They
put in a full day then headed home, only they never arrived. That is until exactly
one week later when they would drive up as if nothing had happened. Each man
had been interrogated and examined but none of them were able to give any information and nothing turned up in the medical
tests.
Last
week the eighth man, Mr. Michael D. Vickers, returned home. Mr. Vickers is thirty-nine
years old. Has been married to Trinity Vickers, nee Tyler, for fifteen years
and they have three children, Robert (13), Tamara (11) and Vincent (10). By all
account the marriage was sound with no undue issues or concerns.
Physically,
Michael Vickers looked very similar to all the other victims; good looking, Caucasian, tall (six foot to six foot three),
athletic build with dark hair.
Besides
the physical similarities, there didn’t appear to be any other common factors; all were college graduates, but not from
the same schools, each was a working professional, but not in the same fields. They
belonged to different social and economic classes, three were married with children, two were married with no children, one
was divorced with custody of his two children, one was single and one was gay. They
didn’t frequent the same restaurants, places of worship, grocery stores, health clubs or anything else. The only commonality was their physical characteristics.
The
last memory every victim had before arriving home was stopping at a bar for an after work drink but none of the bars had been
the same.
Each
of the men was given physical exams once they returned but the tests produced nothing anomalous. They all appeared to have been fed well and were well rested. There
was no sign of torture or drugging of any type. Neither was there any indication
that the men had been subjected to any testing. There was one small notation
that their testosterone levels were elevated but not significantly. It was as
if they just ceased to be for seven days.
The
investigation was going no where and Skinner was recalling them. They had provided
as much help as they could and he wanted them on another case. Scully was thrilled
with the news and she couldn’t wait to tell Mulder. She opened the connecting
door to his motel room and, God, the image seemed to be burned on her corneas; Mulder and Agent Todd lying in bed naked. Jennifer Todd was everything Mulder was attracted to.
She had everything that Scully didn’t possess. It had taken her
a moment to realize what she was seeing and when she did she fled, straight to the airport for the first flight out.
She
waited in the bar nearest her gate for her departure time. Forty minutes before
her scheduled departure Scully moved to the gate area. Her phone had rung repeatedly
since her escape from the motel but it wasn’t until she was in line to board the plane that she answered. Their conversation was mostly one sided with Mulder doing the talking, pleading really. When his voice trailed off she only answered, ‘they’re calling my flight,’ and clicked
off.
His
last words nagged at her. ‘You know me, Scully! You - know - me.’ She thought she did, she knew she
did, but. . . God, it just didn’t make sense!
Scully
got to the podium and was handing over her ticket when she realized that all the victims looked like Mulder. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, she grabbed her ticket and ran toward the exit. Why hadn’t she realized it before? He’d even told
her he’d stopped for a drink!
-x-
Scully
arrived at Mulder’s motel door and pounded. “Mulder it’s me,
let me in now!”
He
opened the door within seconds. They looked at each other for a moment then Scully
threw her arms around him. Mulder was stunned but he wasn’t going to argue.
Scully
pulled back, “we have to take you to have some blood drawn.”
“Scully,
what are you talking about?”
“Agent
Todd, that’s what I’m talking about. Mulder did it ever occur to
you that your physical appearance matches that of the victims?” Scully
watched as his eyes lit up when he processed what she was saying. “The
victims didn’t remember anything past stopping for a drink on the way home. I
think something was given to them, something that wore off by the time they were returned.
I think you were given that same thing and I’m hoping it hasn’t had time to wear off.”
-x-
Scully
watched the technician through the entire process. She’d reserved a sample
of Mulder’s blood to take to the Gunmen, ‘just in case.’
Mulder
and Scully were seated off to the side; his eyes never strayed from her face while hers kept a close watch on the tests. Mentally, she was willing them work faster.
The
Senior Lab Tech walked over to them shaking his head. “Agent Scully these
results are very disturbing.” He looked at her then to Mulder. “We’ve never seen anything quite like this before. The
substance in Agent Mulder’s blood has properties of Rhohipnal where the victim shows loss of memory and lowers their
inhibitions but displays none of the paralyzing properties. I think this had
to be administered more than once to maintain its potency; it appears to be breaking down in Agent Mulder’s system.”
The
man looked at the charts and continued, “this other substance is what really concerns me. It appears to act similar to Viagra but with significant differences.
And it is at a disturbing level in Agent Mulder’s system. The potency
of this drug is without comparison. The drug seems to have a trigger or time
release property. The victim is able to lose his erection once he orgasms but
it only takes the least provocation to illicit, well, shall we say ‘a response’ from him. It is like a super Viagra and the affects may last for several days, possibly a week, maybe more.”
The
partners exchanged a look that the technician missed because he was examining the charts.
“Whatever this substance is it ‘is’ a male date rape drug and it needs to be controlled and in my
opinion eliminated. It is a wonder none of the victims suffered a heart attack.”
Mulder
turned to Scully, “we have work to do and I think we both know where to start.”
-x-
Mulder
and Scully sat in front of A.D. Skinner’s desk. “I want to congratulate
you on a fine piece of work. With your findings the Tremont Prosecutor’s
office assured me that former Agent Jennifer Todd will be prosecuted for eight counts of kidnapping, eight counts of rape
and one count of attempted rape of a Federal employee. Additionally, she will
face charges of possession of an illegal substance.” Skinner droned on
about Todd’s background in chemistry and that her motivation was to create a rival for the male potency drugs currently
on the market. She was using the men as her personal ‘clinical test.’ Neither of his agents was paying much attention as they had other issues on their
minds. Mulder was too busy watching Scully fidget with discomfort and trying
hard not to display his pride at being the cause of it; even if it had been artificially ‘enhanced.’
Skinner
gave them Monday off and told them to make it a three day weekend then dismissed them. Scully tried desperately to appear
to be her usual professional self but she was not fooling Mulder, but he had his own discomfort to deal with. The duo entered the elevator, Mulder stood at the back wall and Scully stood in front of him with about
two inches separating them. He gently tugged her back against him and when her
backside came in contact with his front she let out a startled intake of breath that she immediately covered with a, fake,
cough. When the last of the occupants exited the car leaving Mulder and Scully
alone she turned to him and smiled. “God, Mulder, I can barely walk now
and we have at least two more days of this.”
Mulder’s
smile disappeared, “I’m sorry, Scully. I know that I’ve been demanding . . .”
She
put a finger to his lips. “Shush, Mulder.
This is not your fault and it isn’t like I’m complaining.”
She stopped and gave him a devilish grin, “I know that if the situation were reversed you’d be right there
to help me, right partner?”
Mulder’s
face broke out into a huge grin as he nodded. Then in his most wheedling voice,
“you know Scully it is Friday and Skinner gave us Monday off. No one will
notice that we left a little early. By my calculations you won’t need to
walk until Tuesday. We can stay in bed all weekend while you help your partner
work through his little problem.”
“That
problem ain’t so little, Mulder. Stop on the way for some Astroglide and you have a deal.”
End
Sara
B.
