Title: Nova

Author: Angel

Feedback: Please! I love every but of it!

Classification: MSR, Colonization fic.

Spoilers: All the way up to 7^th season finale but NOT including.

Rating: NC-17 (for some parts-very mild consensual sex- but to be safe!) Others are probably PG-13 or so for naughty words and implied naughty stuff =).

Summery: The inevitable happens. Mulder has planned ahead and now does everything in his power to keep Scully safe.

You MUST read all parts to understand! Available at Ephemeral and my home page.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Characters are property of Fox, 1013, ect. No money is being made. No infringement is intended. A few poems and songs are used without permission, names of authors are given. Prayers which I did not write, and I don’t know who wrote are included in some areas.

Homepage: (to find missing parts and sooner or later the completed version, also posted at Ephemeral)

A HUGE thanks to Evie my beta reader! Nova would never be doing this well, or going as fast, without her help! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Umm… one more! Thank you!

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"Baby don’t look up, the sky is falling." Tori Amos

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Day 184 (continued)

***

His heart stopped. The gunshot echoing off the walls of Nova stopped everything, just for a missed heartbeat.

"What the fuck?" Skinner muttered.

Mulder didn’t hear him. He had only one thought in his mind. Scully.

His chair fell to the side with a dull thud, the door smacked against the wall as he threw it open. And Mulder ran. He ran with his heart in his throat down the hallway. His shoe clad feet thumped along the stone floor in an unearthly speed. He saw the door to his room, wide open, what seemed miles away. His breath came out in harsh, uneven pants in the cool dark air.

Finally, after what seems like hours but was only a few moments, Mulder stepped into his room. And stopped dead in his tracks.

The metallic smell of blood was thick in the air, making his stomach turn sharply. The still air was bitter on his tongue with the smoke from the gun still settling around him. His heart pounding in his ears drowned out all the other slight noises in the room. The soft crackle of the diminishing fire. The panicked breathing of Amanda. And the strangled sounds of struggle from Scully’s bed.

All at once Mulder began to breathe again, to think again. He pushed his way past a trembling Amanda and to the bed.

"Mulder." A panicked rasp came from Scully as she tried to move out from under the weight of Benjamin.

With a disgusted tug Mulder pulled Benjamin’s limp body from Scully. The hot blood was a shock to his clammy hands. The thick liquid soaked through his shirt.

Benjamin’s body landed with a heavy thud at his feet. "Scully?" Mulder asked looking her up and down. All he could see was blood. Glistening and fresh over her clothes, over her skin, splattered on the bed, pooling on the floor. "Are you hurt?" Mulder ran his hands over her body, feeling for anything. "Scully."

She only trembled under his questioning touch.

Mulder took her face in his hands, shuddering at his blood-coated fingers slipped on her damp skin. "Are you hurt?"

She still didn’t answer.

"What the hell?" Skinner said in a daze from the doorway. "Amanda?" Skinner kneeled beside the chair she sat in, ignoring the rest of the room.

"I had to." She whispered.

"What?" Skinner glanced over at Mulder. Skinner saw Benjamin’s body. He saw Scully covered in blood. He saw Mulder desperately trying to get her to respond to him.

"I had to." She repeated. "He was going to take her."

"What?" Was all Skinner was capable of repeating, as he looked closely at her pale drawn face.

Amanda continued in a barely audible whisper. "I knew he was going to do it. I’ve known for a long time. I’ve seen it before. This isn’t the first time he has tried to do this." Streams streamed down her face. "I-I couldn’t let him do it to Dana. I couldn’t." She began to sob opening.

"Shh. Shh. It’s ok." Skinner pulled her head down to his shoulder.

"Scully?" Mulder asked with desperation. "Fuck." He cursed softly. Leaning down her carefully pulled her shaking body up into his arms. She was cold and slippery from the blood. Her drying cheek stuck to Mulder’s now bloodied shirt. He secured her body against his, whispering his love into her ear. Pushing his way through the gathered people in the hall, he managed to order the Gunmen to follow him. With determined strides, unhindered by Scully’s weight, he made his way to the vacant Medical Room. The thick scent of blood followed them like a cloud through Nova.

The short walk seemed to last for hours as Scully shivered in his hold. But finally he set her down on an empty cot. "Byers, can you make a fire." Mulder didn’t bother to listen for a reply. "Langly, Frohike, don’t let anyone in." Mulder turned back to Scully, immediately pulling off her soaked clothing. He waited until Byers closed the door behind him, a fresh fire in the corner of the room, before he removed the last of Scully’s clothing. He lay her down and quickly covered her with a blanket as she starred up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. Mulder pulled his wet shirt over his head quickly. He picked Scully back up in his arms and brought her over to the fire. He sat, cradling her body in his arms rocking gently. "Scully. Come on, come back to me." He whispered brokenly.

After what seemed like hours passed Scully finally came back to her body again. She finally felt the cold her body was reacting to violently. The fleeting thought that she was in shock went through her mind. All she did was burrow herself more into the warmth of Mulder’s body. In response his arms tightened around her, holding her closer to him. His breath tickled her neck comfortingly as he pressed his temple to hers. No words were spoken. None were needed at the time. Mulder continued to rock her slowly letting Scully’s mind come back to itself.

***

"Amanda, I need you to tell me what happened?" Skinner said softly. He had brought her back to her room, where it was quiet.

"I killed my father." She said simply. "He was going to hurt Dana."

Skinner nodded and leaned back in his chair. According to the Rule Book anyone who committed murder was banned from Nova and to be shot if seen within Nova’s area.

Those were Benjamin’s rules.

But Benjamin was dead. With a perfect shot to the back of his head. At the moment his body was being taken away from Nova, not to be buried in the newly constructed cemetery where the bodies of the ones who died during the attack rested. In the two hours time that had passed no one objected to his burial away from Nova. No one mourned his death. No one demanded punishment to Amanda. They only asked one question; were Dana and the baby ok.

***

"Mulder." Scully murmured against his neck.

Mulder pulled away slightly, one arm cradling her back the other stroked her dried blood streaked hair from her face. "Yes?"

Scully let her eyes slip closed as his warm hand settled on her cheek. "Just Mulder." She said softly.

He pushed his lips to her forehead with a slight nod. "I’m here."

A shiver ran through Scully’s body. She tucked herself impossibly closer to him, as if trying to crawl under his very skin.

As far as he could, Mulder inched closer to the fire. His hand skimmed her belly. But he didn’t voice his concerns. Scully knew them.

"I think I’m ok." She said softly. "I feel ok. Cold and shaky, but ok."

Mulder rubbed his free hand up and down her arm. "I’ll warm you up."

"It’s ok." She slurred slightly.

"No it’s not." He whispered into the near silence of the room. "You are in shock."

She said nothing. Letting her fingers flex against his bare chest. His skin was warm and firm next to her chilled fingers. Scully focused on the slight dip the pressure of her touch made on his muscles, instead of the replay of her living nightmare when she closed her eyes. A slight shudder shot through her body as her skin remembered the feel of hot blood spilling over her, the dead weight of his body on top of hers, the fear that had settled itself in her heart.

Day 185

Scully woke slowly. She tensed for a moment when she realized she was nude, but the familiar warmth of Mulder’s body against hers relaxed her. She opened her eyes, Mulder spooned up closely behind her. They were laying a cot pulled up close to the dwindling fire. Scully felt warm and safe in Mulder’s tight hold. Carefully, even though she knew he would wake, she shifted in his arms and turned to face him.

Mulder’s eyes fluttered opened just as Scully pressed her face into the warmth of his shoulder. He gave a wordless greeting by skimming his hand along her shoulder blade to the bend in her knee, then back up again. He repeated this until his hand felt hot from the gentle friction of skin on skin.

With a soft sigh Scully bent her leg over his waist, her arm around his rib cage, effectively holding him to her. The heat between their skin encased in heavy blankets was almost unbearable. Scully shifted until she poked a foot out into the cooler air surrounding them. After a moment she was still too warm.

Sensing this, feeling the same himself, Mulder shrugged the blanket from their upper bodies. Scully’s back glowed from the fire. Her hair was hot from the heat of the flames as Mulder buried his hand in it. He gently tilted her head up and pressed his lips her hers. Scully released a breath into his mouth, taking in his. Wanting more contact with him Scully shifted closer to his mouth. A deep moan became lost in their kiss as the bottom swell of Scully’s stomach brushed Mulder’s erection. Neither knew who the moan came from.

Scully could feel the questions and concerned words forming in Mulder’s chest. But she wouldn’t allow them to surface. She didn’t want any words. She just wanted to feel.

With a steady push she rolled Mulder onto his back. He made a soft questioning sound in his throat, but Scully wouldn’t release his mouth from hers to let him voice it.

The blankets pooled around Scully’s waist as she straddled his thighs, the only thing separating them was the thin cloth of Mulder’s boxers.

Mulder shifted, pulling them up until his back was against the wall, their faces level. His breath came out in heavy waves through his nose as his hands slid up her back, over her arms wrapped around his neck, back down her back then up to cradle her breasts.

A soft gasp escaped her mouth, threatening to break the kiss. But Scully wouldn’t allow it. The ache low in her belly was becoming urgent. She had to feel him. She had to have the pleasant sensation of his body stretching and filling her. With each touch, she felt him erase the horrible feeling of blood on her body. She wanted shared sweat and tears to wash it away. With a shaking hand she pushed Mulder’s boxers down enough to release him. She took his hardness into her hand, feeling the mutual need between them.

With a groan Mulder pulled his head away, but Scully followed him. She pressed her tongue against his in a silent cry as she sank down on to him. All the breath left Mulder’s lungs, brushing across her sweat dampened face. Mulder took control of the never ending kiss as Scully began to rock above him in short determined strokes. With every touch of his engorged skin against her swollen flesh a little more the nightmare eased from her mind. She knew she would never forget it. But with Mulder touching her it was easy to push the fear into the back of her mind.

The kiss stilled as their need for air became more urgent, but their lips didn’t part. Pressing closer together with each down stroke of Scully, separating marginally as she moved away, only to return at a faster pace. With a sudden firm press against Mulder’s mouth Scully’s body clutched and pulled at his. Their soft sounds lost within each other. Scully wouldn’t still, or slow. Sweat dripped down her spine, cooling her heated skin for only a moment. Mulder’s hands clenched rhythmically on her waist. Until with a strong pull against him he shuddered and released into her body.

The kiss finally broke as they struggled to regain their breathing, foreheads pressed together. They were silent for many moments, just listening to their slowly evening breathing and the crackle of the fire.

When Scully finally spoke they were the words that Mulder needed to hear. "I’m ok now. We are both ok." The only words he needed.

Notes: Well… I think I will now offer Benjamin’s body up for all the abuse and torture that bastard deserves. Give it your best shot.

Oh… and I except lots of feedback for this one =).