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Thank you.
Spoilers: None, really. A brief mentioning of “Wetwired”, though. So
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“Control”
5:13
A hospital in the middle of nowhere
The old man stepped from the shadows and lit yet another cigarette. He
looked at his watch and wondered where the hell Krycheck was.
A doctor walked out into the hallway and jerked the cigarette from
the old man’s mouth.
“You can’t do that here,” he said. “Your Agent Mulder is prepped and
ready for the operation. You said you had someone bringing the device?”
The old man nodded and just then Krycheck showed up.
“Where the hell have you been?” asked the Cigarette Smoking Man.
“Traffic was a bitch,” Krycheck snarled and handed the chip over to
the doctor.
“It goes in her heart,” the Cigarette Smoking Man ordered the doctor.
“After the surgery, you are to see to it that she gets back to her
apartment unseen and with no recollection of anything that has
transpired. No time lost. It’s to be as if she was never kidnapped.”
The doctor nodded and went back to the operating room. He looked at
his team as he held up the chip.
“This is to be inserted into her heart.”
Dr. Fields instantly recognized what the chip was. It was a new piece
of technology that could regulate the hearts palpitations with the use
of an outside device. Too slow and the person could die of failure.
Too fast and the heart would explode.
There wasn’t really a known purpose for this device. Other than to
play a very cruel joke on a person. But the fact of the matter was,
this wasn’t a joke. It was strictly revenge.
“Dr. Masterson, I don’t think this is such a good idea…”
“It’s what we’re being paid for, Fields.”
“But, sir, Mrs. Mulder is three weeks pregnant. Off the record, I’d
say that giving those men-or anyone for that matter-control of her
heart is insane. They could kill her, the fetus, or both.”
Dr. Masterson nodded sadly and took out the control that had been
given to him earlier. He had a flashback to when the old fellow had
given it to him. The cruel smirk that had crossed his face; his evil
grin. His words echoed as he made the sick comment: “Kind of gives a
new meaning to the phrase ‘playing games with the heart’, don’t you
think?”
The doctor looked at Fields.
“I think that’s the idea,” he said and began to make the proper
adjustments.
10:30 pm
Same night
Fox Mulder’s apartment.
Mrs. Dana Mulder woke up to the gentle touch of her husband’s lips on
hers. She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said as he gave her a rose.
“Hi,” she inhaled it deeply. Heavenly. “Thank you, Fox! I love it!”
“That must’ve been some nap you were having.” Fox Mulder said as he
began taking his clothes off.
“Why do you say that?”
“Are you kidding me? You were in the same position that you were when
I left at 2:30 this morning.”
“Have I really been asleep since 10:30 lastnight?!?” she asked, shocked.
“Apparently.”
She sat up. “Wow,” she paused. “I really have to pee.” And with that,
she made a mad dash to the bathroom. As she was pulling her panties up
around her waist, she made the unconscious decision to take a shower.
While she regulated her water temperature, she yelled: “So, how were
things in Quantico?”
Fox got into bed and propped his head up on his hand. “Turned out to
be a false alarm,” he yelled back.
The former Ms. Scully was taken aback. “Really? Odd.”
She took off the shirt of Fox’s that she always slept in off and began
her shower.
11:15 p.m.
Cigarette Smoking Man’s apartment
He leaned back into his recliner and toyed with the new control that
the doctor had so kindly given him. Because, well, it was a necessity.
With this, he held a life in his hands.
Two lives, really.
Maybe even three.
Depending on how one saw the situation.
He was going to repay Fox Mulder for all the hell had caused him.
He was going to get revenge.
As he placed the control on his chest, he thought Oh, how sweet it is.
The old man needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow, he had a full day of
playing with his new toy.
12:30 am
Fox Mulder’s apt.
Dana stepped out of the shower and when she caught a glimpse of her
full reflection in the oval mirror above the sink, she screamed. This
brought Fox out of a very deep sleep and to his wife. He knocked on
the bathroom door.
“Dana?”
No answer. He knocked again.
“Honey? What’s wrong?”
No answer. Fox became frantic. “Dana? Dana, open the door. Honey,
please tell me what’s wrong.”
On the other side, Dana slowly opened the door. She was pale and in
shock. Her husband held her at arms length.
“Baby,” he asked, slightly bending his knees to look in her eyes.
“What happened?”
She looked at Fox and then slowly and shakily unzipped her green
robe. He looked at her, waiting for words to come out of her mouth.
When he realized that wasn’t going to happen, his eyes traveled down
to her trembling hand and watched.
Seconds later, the flaps fell away and revealed a tiny scar. A scar
that looked like one that someone might have after having heat surgery.
“How did I get this, Fox?” Dana’s voice trembled.
He sighed. He was just as confused as she was. He tried desperately to
think of something to say; but failed. “I don’t know, Dana. Come to
bed and we’ll go about finding some answers in the morning.”
That night, both were so worried and scared that they didn’t get much
sleep at all.
12 noon
Next Day
FBI Building
Fox Mulder anxiously awaited the arrival of his wife. Assistant
Director Skinner had been down to Fox’s office earlier to check on him
and talk to him about FBI business to keep his mind pre-occupied.
There had been moments when Skinner was doing what he had intended;
but when he saw Mulder’s eyes shift to the phone or the door every
fifteen seconds or so, he knew he had failed.
“Call her,” he persisted.
“Her cell phone is here with me. I keep hoping she’ll use a payphone
to call me and tell me what happened at the doctor’s office.”
“Maybe the doctor just got to her.”
Mulder looked at his watch. “No, her appointment was over an hour
ago,” his voice grew panicked and worried. “Where is she?”
“Calm down, Mulder. She’s a big girl. She can handle herself just fine.”
For the first time in twenty minutes, Fox Mulder actually looked at
Walter Skinner.
“Sir, you don’t understand. We think she may be pregnant.”
Salinger Memorial Hospital
Doctor’s office
12:30 Same day
Dana Mulder looked at Dr. Masterson and smiled.
“So I am pregnant! This is wonderful! I can’t wait to tell Fox,” she
paused. “Now can you explain to me why I have no recollection of going
under the knife?”
Because you were heavily drugged, kidnapped and operated on. I can’t
believe the fetus survived everything. the doctor thought.
“Sorry, Dana, I wish I could.”
She stood to go.
“Maybe if you remember something, you could tell me about it.”
“Sure, but why would I want to do that? Are you lying? Do you really
know why I have this scar?”
Dr. Masterson gulped and tried to be covert. “ I just want to keep you
and your health in check. For the baby’s sake”
Dana nodded.
Yeah, right.
He knew she was a doctor and knew how to take care of herself.
Something was strange.
“G’bye, doc," she said softly and left.
5 p.m.
Apt 42
Fox Mulder still had not heard from his wife. Neither had anyone else.
When he walked into the bedroom to find her sprawled out on the bed
and waiting for him, he was more than relieved and turned on all at
once. He lay down next to her.
“So I take it you’re in a good mood?” he asked.
She smiled and ignored the fact that she didn’t feel sexual because of
her scar. She was pregnant and prepared to celebrate.
“Yes,” she pulled his face to hers. “We are.”
“I’ve been worried sick about you. Why haven’t you called? Why didn’t
you come back to work?”
“I have so much to be happy about, Fox. We do. What we suspected is
now a fact.”
He smiled widely and hugged her closely.
“Wow. I’m gonna be a daddy. You’re gonna be a mommy,” he paused, still
in awe. He was so excited. “We-we’re gonna be parents, Dana. Us. We
are.” Fox couldn’t believe it was true.
She was happy to see Fox happy about something. This would mark the
second time she had seen him so elated since she’d known him.
The first time being all through their courtship, engagement, and
wedding. After they had settled in and used to eachother, the old Fox
had resurfaced. The only thing that never changed was that he loved
her.
Fox Loved Dana.
Dana Loved Fox.
God wasn’t in His Heaven and not everything was right with the world.
What was the deal with that scar?
Why didn’t his wife remember anything?
Who was behind it?
Three words instantly came to mind…
He hadn’t realized that his mind had drifted until he caught Dana
giving him a hateful look.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind having your mind along with your body.”
“Sorry, Dana.”
She smiled and ran her hand underneath his shirt, across his chest
occasionally playfully licking his erect nipples causing him to moan
with pleasure. They made out and little by little, she stripped him
naked.
He was so hard.
She was so wet.
She lightly shoved him on his back and straddled him She was about to
take him in when he stopped her.
“Fox?”
“I…I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
His concern for the well being of mother and child turned her on as
well as touched her inside. He was going to be a great father. She had
known it from day one. Dana felt even more loved. She leaned down and
nuzzled his face next to hers.
“You won’t, babe. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re talking to a pro in the medical field. We have atleast three
more months of the most incredible sex.”
He smiled as he eased her off of him and onto her back. He got on top
of her.
“Just lie there and enjoy. You need your energy.”
He ran his hand through her hair as he entered her. Slowly. Gently.
Dana suddenly remembered a conversation that she had once had with her
sister-in-law on the subject of pregnancy and sex.
“It’s so much better, Dana. Pregnant sex is quite possibly the best
you will ever have.”
Scully had stared back at her in utter confusion. “What makes it so
different from regular sex?”
“Your lover turns into a totally different person. He’s more
nurturing, caring, selfless…he’s no longer get it on, get it in, get
it off. He actually wants to take time and make love. Not just have
sex. There is a difference.”
Dana moaned as Fox nibbled on her ear and ran his big strong hand over
her belly. It felt so good. Even protective in some way.
Her sister-in-law had been right: there was such a difference.