TITLE:   Conhouse - Chapter Nine
e-mail Address:  ErinStone1@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY:  Scully/Slash
SPOILERS: None
Keywords:  Scully Slash/Other Romance
Summary:  none

Disclaimer: Fox, Chris Carter and 1013 own them ALL, ***except Lena Conhouse,
she's mine, and of course, Wanda, who is mine in the literal sense.***

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Lena let Wanda in through the downstairs door, then walked into the bedroom.
Dana had already shed her robe. She was laying on top of the bed's comforter,
belly down, looking at the picture of Lena's parents.

"You're not planning on thinking about..." Lena asked, warily.

"No, no." Dana laughed. "I was just wondering who this woman is. Is it your
Mom?"

"No. It's my step-mom, Judy. My Dad married her about 3 years ago."

"Do you like her?"

"Very much. She keeps him normal... ish."

"Is she aware of his..."

"Nope."

Lena had moved to the side of the bed. She lay down beside Dana with her head
propped up on her hand.  

"Are you thinking about doing to me what you did to me last night?" Dana
asked, putting the picture back on the night stand.

Lena nodded slightly. "Would you like me too?" She was whispering.

"Yes." Dana lowered her voice to a whisper, matching Lena's sudden intensity.

"Do you like it when I talk to you while I touch you?"

"... yes." Dana rested her head on the backs of her hands and looked into
Lena's eyes.

Lena ran her hand from Dana's shoulders slowly down to the dip in her back.
She leaned in to Dana's ear and whispered, "I adore you..."

Dana sighed deeply and let her eyes slip closed. 

"And I am amazed... that you picked me..." Lena whispered as she ran her hand
down over the swell of Dana's ass to the back of her knee and up again. 

Lena got to her knees on the bed and shed her robe, letting it fall to the
floor. She straddled Dana's hips, sitting down on her fully, then laid herself
out on Dana's back.  

The groan elicited from Dana's lips made her head swim with desire. She
consciously chose not to read any thoughts from Dana, she wanted to feel her
way through responses. She ran her hands over Dana's arms then back to her
shoulders. She brushed auburn strands off of the back of her neck and ran her
tongue lightly along Dana's skin, stopping at her ear, "... you are so
soft..."

Lena let her hands glide down Dana's sides. She could feel her own wetness
start to rub off onto Dana. She moved her hips slightly, sliding herself
gently along the crack of the other woman's ass. She felt Dana push her hips
back up against her. A sweet 'ohhhhhh god' from Dana rang in her ears...
making her slide against her again. 

"... Lena, god... that feels incredible... "

Her nipples were grazing Dana's back, her hips moving slowly against her ass.
Lena sat up, slightly, and the change in pressure was overwhelming,
"ohhhhh..." she sucked in a breath through clenched teeth...

"... don't stop Lena... please..."

Lena sat straighter, her hands resting on either side of the dip in Dana's
back. Her hips moved of their own accord, her clit captured between the cheeks
of Dana's ass.

"... can you feel that?..."

"... yes... you're so hard..."

Lena laid fully against Dana's back once more, her hands ran down Dana's
sides. She pushed her hips into her ass again, and when Dana's hips lifted off
the bed to meet her thrust, she slipped her hands beneath her.

"... ohhhhhh... " Dana let out a choked moan as Lena slid a finger into her.
The fingers of her other hand found Dana's clit and she rubbed it in slow
circles.

"I want you to cum with me Dana... can you do that?"

"... yes... "

She pushed her clit into Dana, wanting her to feel it hard against her. Dana
clenched her ass and captured it, pulling it back with her as she pushed
herself down into Lena's fingers.

"Jesus... Dana... oh god..." 

Dana's hands came up, she grasped Lena's face and the back of her head,
craning her neck to kiss her. Their tongues met. Dana's fingers sliding into
Lena's mouth. Lena kissed her mouth and fingers at once, running her tongue
over both. Each continued riding the other and they came together, as they had
promised each other, moaning into one another's mouths - hips rolling in
release.

"...I can't believe what you do to me..." Lena whispered, rolling off of
Dana's back after slowly withdrawing her fingers. "No one has ever made me as
hot as you do... how do you do that?"

"Mmmm, I don't know, but I like it... I like it." Dana whispered back, her
back suddenly cold. She shuffled a little, getting under the comforter. She
held the covers up and Lena snuggled in with her. "Get closer..."

Lena scooted into her. She reveled in the feel of the warm arms around her. "I
can't believe how good you feel. I could get so used to this."

"That's the plan." Dana stroked her back softly, breathing in deeply, loving
the smell of her skin.

"So you're sucking me in are you?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Lulling me into a sense of safety? So you can... let's see..."

"Steal your dog?"

"Too obvious."

Dana laughed. She had no idea what she was saying. It didn't matter. This
silliness was all she could muster after having every synapse in her body fire
at once. She was thinking of the definition of an orgasm that she and Melissa
had looked up in the library when they were in their teens. It had said
something that ended with, 'resulting in a feeling of euphoria and
relaxation'. For the first time she knew what that meant. It made her smile.

"So which are you little white girl? Relaxed, or euphoric?"

"Both."

Lena responded by laughing and sighing at once. The resulting noise making her
sound simple minded. "My god Dana, you killed some of my brain cells."

"Dork." Dana whispered, and kissed her on the forehead.

Lena laughed out loud.





It was early afternoon and the two women were out on the boat, lying in the
sun.

"So, tell me about your family Conhouse. Who can do what?"

Lena looked over at her, smiling. "Now don't beat around the bush Dana..."

"Come on - spill it."

"Well, let's see. Where to start? My Dad is able to do just about anything.
He's had nearly 65 years to develop his skills. He's proficient in all types
of clairvoyance, including, but not limited to, thought transference,
automatic writing, tachometry, telepathy, and remote viewing. Now Brian, on
the other hand, has struggled with his abilities for most of his life. He's
tried to suppress them, although, as a result of that, his unconscious mind,
his dreams, mostly, are filled with real life events. He's been in and out of
counseling most of his life. Lately, I think, he's been able to control his
depression with medication."

"Is he alright now?" Dana was looking over at Lena, her brow furrowed.

"Yes. I think so, anyway. The last time I talked to him was a couple of weeks
ago. He seems to be able to sleep now, and he was cheerful. He had met
someone, which I think probably makes him happy. He's gay, also, by the way.
He lives in California."

"What does he do?"

"Set designs for award shows. He was a theatre queer."

"No kidding."

"No kidding."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Where does your dad live?"

"He lives in Delaware. A place called Harmony Hall, this big farmhouse that's
an historical site. It was weird how he got the place. He and I were really in
to doing a family genealogy a couple of years ago and we found out that this
historical site called Harmony Hall was owned by a General Conhouse back in
the late 1700's. We went to the site and found that the county was taking bids
to lease it out. Dad bid on the lease and he got it. He and Judy have been
there for a couple of years now, restoring it to its original style. It's not
far from here, about an hour and a half. I'll take you out there some time."

"Was it in bad shape when they moved in?"

"Oh yeah. They lived in one room for the first year while they tried to make
the others livable."

"Tell me about your abilities. I know you can read my mind... when I want you
too." Dana shot her a smile. "What else can you do?"

"Just about everything my dad can do. I haven't developed as much as he has, I
mean, it takes me longer to get answers sometimes."

"Can you move objects?"

"Yes, but it takes forever. The kind of concentration I need to have in order
to do that takes several hours to obtain."

"Can you read objects?"

"Like hold something in my hand and tell you where it's been?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I can."

"I've heard about remote viewing but I'm not sure I know exactly what that
is..."

"It's the act of traveling outside the body to a remote location. You
visualize the location, gather your senses, and push them forward in your mind
and out toward the location you want to view. I could talk you through it
sometime, you may be able to do it."

"Really?"  Dana wasn't buying it.

"Really. It's a process, not so much an ability."

"Did you ever worry that you wouldn't be able to get back into your body?"

"Once. I was terrified; just kind of hovering above myself."

"What did you do?"

"I tried to remember what it felt like to lift my arm. Before I knew it, I was
laying in bed with my arm straight in the air."

Dana shook her head, "Incredible. And you think you can teach me how to do
that?"

"Yes, I think I could."

"How? What's the process?"

"Well, I lay on my bed and relax. First, I tense and release every muscle that
I have, starting with my toes and working my way up to the top of my head. I
tense my toes tightly, hold them, then release them, then I move on to my
feet, then my calves, etc., the idea being that I become aware of every muscle
and therefore am able to completely relax every muscle. After every muscle has
been tensed and released I then pull all five of my tangible senses to my
sternum. I do this by concentrating on my sense of touch by feeling the bed
beneath me, then I visualize the sense running up my arm, across my chest, and
hovering at my sternum. I then go on to my sense of hearing, taste, sight, and
smell, centering them together. Then I visualize the place I want to go, take
a deep breath, and push, mentally and physically. The senses travel off by
themselves."

"Incredible."

"Yeah. It's a cool thing."

Dana continued her interrogation, "Where's your mom?"

"My mom?" Lena looked pained; "I don't know where she is."

"Did something happen to her?"

"Sort of, she's got addiction troubles, drugs, alcohol, your typical
dysfunctional stuff."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. She left when I was five. I was heartbroken for a long time, but I
think I've made my peace with her."

"Your dad raised you alone?"

"Yep, he's my hero. I was lucky to have him."

"Are you a daddy's girl?"

"Yep, just like you."

"Yeah." Dana smiled at her slightly, remembering Ahab. She wondered something
briefly, then shook her head as if to shake the thought away.

"You can ask me Dana." Lena looked at her pointedly.

"What?"

"The question... about Ahab."

Dana looked startled, then whispered, so that Lena could barely hear her, "Can
you?"

"Yes. I can. Melissa too."

Dana's eyes filled with tears. She felt her throat seize. "Where are they..."

Lena felt tears come to her eyes too. "Heaven. They're together."

"Can you see them?"

"Sometimes, behind you... when you're thinking of them. Ahab rests his hand on
your shoulder." Lena closed her eyes, her head shivered.  Melissa... she's got
her arm around you when she's here. She's taller than you, longer hair..."

Dana's eyes were wide, she let tears stream down her face, disbelieving,
shaking her head slowly...

"They love you..." Lena's eyes opened. "Oh god Dana, I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you." She was suddenly terrified that she'd said too much. "Are you
okay? I'm so sorry."

Dana spoke through her tears, "How do you know... where they are?"

Lena smiled softly at her; "I wouldn't be able to see them otherwise."

"Do you see anyone else?"

"Let's save that for later, ok?"

Dana stared at her for a moment, wanting desperately to know if she saw Emily.

"Later Dana..."

"So there is a heaven."

"Yes, and a god, and everything else that's good."

"You must be religious?"

"Not really. There is a theory that god is in everything. God, from my
viewpoint, is the collective consciousness or rather, the collective memory in
every living thing. It's not a guy with a white beard, unless, of course, you
want it to be."

"So the bible..."

"I honestly don't know. I don't know the how or why of the way things work.
But I do know that death isn't the end, and that we have nothing to be afraid
of."

"Do you think being gay is a sin?"

"No. I think it doesn't matter. I think that love is a gift, in whatever form
it takes." Lena took a breath. "Dana, I'm not some kind of messiah. I can't
tell the future. I can't say that the end is near. I've got very little
knowledge of religion." She rested her head in her hands.  "I guess what I'm
trying to say is that I'm just a person who happens to be able to use more
parts of my brain. Just a person, nothing else, really."

"So you don't think you were put here to make a difference?"

"I think we all were, I just think some people choose not to."


Dana thought about it for a second. She looked at Lena, drying her tears with
her fingers. "So that's the key? You use the parts of your brain that are
dormant in other people?"

"I believe so, yes. That's it, no frills."

"Have you ever had a CAT scan or any other brain function related testing?"

"No, but I was hoping you could do that for me."

"Of course I will."

"Thanks."

Dana pulled back slightly. She looked into Lena's eyes thoughtfully for a
minute. "I feel like I should call Mulder."

Lena's eyebrows raised. "Do you want to head in?"

"Yeah. I keep getting little pangs of guilt when I think about him. I'm
worried that I didn't take enough time with him yesterday, I was in too much
of a rush to get back to you." She smiled at her.

Lena got up and pulled the anchor in and they made their way back to the dock.

Soon they were back in Lena's living room. Dana was fishing through her bag.

"I think, if you don't mind, that I'll call him and see if he wants to go to
dinner. I feel like I need to talk to him before we meet in the morning."

"Oh that's right, I'm supposed to be in your office first thing tomorrow to go
over those files. It could be mighty painful if he's angry."

"He's usually very professional. I think he'd keep things impersonal enough to
get by."

"That could be even worse."

Dana shrugged. "Lena, did you see anyone around Mulder?"

"Yes, a couple of people."

Dana looked at the floor.

"But not his sister Dana, not Samantha."

Dana let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Do you have any idea where she is?"

"Not yet, but I think that I will."

Dana nodded and dialed the phone.

-end-