"Any link between the victims - star signs, what baseball team they support? Anything?"
"Uh...not yet, our horror movie copycat killer is real picky. I'll get onto that tomorrow," he told her. He got up off the side of her bed and looked outside the window and wasn't happy with what he saw.
"Go on Mulder, it's only a thunderstorm," she teased.
"Yeah, only there's a homicidal maniac on the loose," he said walking up to the door. "Sweet dreams, Scully, don't let the boogie man get to you."

With Mulder now gone, Scully lifted the duvet and slipped into bed. She turned the lamp on the bedside table off, and shut her eyes. Having already been intrigued by the horrifying thoughts of the Boogie Man, she thought nice thoughts, Mulder thought. At an unknown moment in time, Scully slipped away from the empty garage outside and her thoughts became sweet dreams.

...It was the happiest day of her life. It was all that she had ever dreamed of. She thought back to the walk down the aisle in that beautiful dress, seeing Mulder, that beautiful kiss in front of everyone. The wonderful party held afterwards. It was perfect.
And now, they were staying at the most glamorous hotel in Seattle, the Royal Comity Plaza. She loved him. He loved her. She loved him. He loved her. They sat by the fireplace in their extravagant room, giggling endlessly. Mulder fed her the sweet cherries, piled up so beautifully on that golden dish.
She held one between her teeth, inviting Mulder to a bite. Mulder's mouth approached with a smile as he bit off the other half and continued to Scully's lips, as they kissed, cherry to cherry, tongue to tongue.
Mulder pulled her up from the chair and led her to the big bed. She pushed him on top of it and jumped on top of him as they began the kiss more vigorously.
There was a knock at the door. She jumped back off him. "Mulder, I told you to set the door to 'Do not disturb'," she said, annoyed with him.
There was another knock at the door. Mulder got up and pleaded his innocence. "I did!" They knocked again. All right! All right! I'm coming!" he shouted. He found that the knob, which controlled the room status, was empty. He was sure he set it to "Do not disturb". He opened the door. "What?"
Standing there was a young man dressed in a suit. "Agent Fox Mulder?" he asked.
Mulder nodded.
"I'm Agent Justin Sommers from FBI Seattle," he said holding up his FBI badge. "We have to speak with you, it's serious."
"Who's we?" Mulder asked curiously.
"Myself and my colleagues Agents Anderson and Grant."
Mulder realised they were working this tyke's ass off - making him do all the dirty work. "Can't they come up here?"
"No, I'm afraid they are unable to at present. They are interviewing the hotel manager," Sommers told him.
"Look, I'm busy right now..."
"With what?"
"...Stuff," Mulder said. "Can't whatever it is wait until tomorrow?"
"Agent Mulder, you may not be alive tomorrow."
"Has that got anything to do with what you want to see me about?" Mulder asked sarcastically.
Sommer was not amused. "Foyer in ten." He walked a way.
"Bastard!" Mulder mumbled as he shut the door angrily. He turned to his wife, lying on the bed and approached her. He sat down beside her and kissed her lightly, soothing her neck from all the aches and pains of the last seven years. He could tell she was pleased.
"Mulder, shouldn't you be getting changed?" she asked. That was the side to Scully Mulder hated - she would not succumb to anything, not even her enjoyment. If there were any sign of Mulder's life in danger, she would get off the merry-go-round and join the rollercoaster.
"I'm not going," he replied sharply.
"Mulder, this is your life we're talking about," she said sternly. She began to stroke his hair gently. She rested her head on his chest. "And what'll happen when I don't have a loving, caring husband to wake up to every morning?" She looked up at him. "Go!"
"But that means we'll have less time to spend with each other, Scully," he whinged.
"Mulder," Scully said, in her sexiest tone, "the night is still young!"
Mulder had been gone for ages. Scully lay down on the bed worried about what was happening with Mulder and also annoyed that their dreaded employers had spoiled their perfect, most wonderful day.
Suddenly, her mobile phone began to ring. Scully groaned. She had switched it off, she was sure of it. And Mulder can't have switched it on because he was with her the whole time. She decided to ignore it. She got out of the bed and switched on the television. It was the news - some story about an escaped serial killer in Seattle who used methods from famous horror movies to state his murders. "He's more than welcome to keep me company," Scully mumbled.
The phone was still ringing. Pissed off, Scully went to the phone. The screen told her that "Company" was ringing. "Company?" she thought, not remembering entering such name into her phone. "Scully," she said.
"Company here babes," said a computer-disguised voice. Scully was freaked out.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"Company," it said. It must have heard her. It must be in the room.
"Mulder?" she said, afraid now. "Mulder, is that you? Mulder if this is some kind of prank, I'm gonna..."
"What's your favourite scary movie?" it breathed.
"What?"
"What's your favourite scary movie?"
Scully walked around the apartment, peering into the bathroom and the kitchen. Why hadn't she or Mulder brought their guns? She was shivering vigourously. She didn't know why, she felt as though she could deal with something like this in a normal situation. But this wasn't a normal situation - far from it. She thought of Mulder and how she had needed him. She thought back to the death fetishist case and Donnie Pfaster. She needed Mulder, and now as his bride more so.
"What's your favourite scary movie?" it oozed.
"Um, what's yours?" she asked hesitantly.
"I asked you first," it argued.
"I'm so spoilt for choice," she said, "maybe you could help me out."
"I like Psycho, and the Exorcist, and Halloween, and Dracula..." it went on.
Scully stood in the middle of the apartment, scared, tears flooding her eyes now. "...And Scream!" he said, no more was the voice computer-disguised.

"FBI agents?" Mulder asked.
"Yeah. Past, present, even future," said Anderson, telling Mulder about a killer that had been let loose, who used the methods of horror movies to kill FBI agents. "Two at the field office here have been killed. Agent Craig Willmore and Assistant Director Armistead Shanks have all been murdered."
"Willmore?" Mulder asked, remembering the agent who had rescued him in Alaska years earlier.
"Yeah, the worst - the Exorcist," the agent told Mulder.
"What about my wife, shouldn't she have been told of this or is there more taxonomy such as only males?" he asked.
"Your wife is here in Seattle?" Grant asked, surprised.
"Yeah, Dana...Scully," Mulder told him.
"I checked her out," Sommers said, "your partner. She isn't your wife, she's with her husband Jack Willis in Maryland."
"What? I'll just go and get her," Mulder said.

Scully screamed. He wrapped his arm around her neck and stangled her. She tried to break free, but his hold was too strong. He flung her into the corner. He was wearing a mask and he wore a cloak. But the one thing that scared Scully most was that in his right hand, he had an axe. He ran at Scully. Scully kicked a chair in front of him and rolled away as he tripped over it. She ran towards the door. He got back up quickly and propelled the axe towards the lamp and it fell on her head. She collapsed. He stomped her in the abdomen and jumped on top of her waving the axe around. She held his wrists, restraining the axe from causing any damage.
Mulder opened the door and saw them wrestling on the ground.
"Scully!" he shouted. He ran up to the masked man and kicked him off her. He got back up and slashed Mulder's knee with the axe. Mulder groaned in pain. The axeman jumped on top of Mulder, attempting to finish him off. Mulder punched him around the face. The axe man strangled Mulder. Scully could only watch as the horror unveiled. The axeman raised the axe. Scully lunged at him. He fell to one side and dropped the axe. He and Scully raced for it. He elbowed Scully and pushed her into the television. He picked up the axe and walked towards her as the she surrendered.
Mulder realised that he was wearing his gunpatch as he was wearing his trousers from the other day at work. He reached for the gun and shot the axeman in the back. He fell to one knee and screamed in pain. "You sonofabitch!" he shouted and twisted around in Mulder's direction and chucked the axe in his direction.

..."Mulder!" Scully sat up in the bed and breathed heavily and realised a simultaneous shout from the other room. Mulder? A cry for help? She jumped out of the bed and ran to the door. There she saw Mulder come out of his room as they ran towards each other, barefoot in the heavy rain.
"Scully, are you all right?" he asked looking down at her.
"Yeah. Are you?" she replied.
"Yeah, I just had a dream..." They stared at each other, feeling something they had never felt before. They looked into each others eyes, seeing something they had never seen before. Slowly, their heads reached towards the four inch deficit and their lips met by means of never before.