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Conhouse II - Chapter 4
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Rated: PG-13
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Category: Scully/Slash
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Disclaimer: The only characters belonging to me in this series are the 
Conhouse's, respectively: Lena, Steve, Judy and Wanda. The rest are not mine 
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Summary: Part Two of the original Conhouse series. 
All parts are archived here:  http://www.angelfire.com/sc/scullypage

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"Do you remember any of it?" 

Mulder posed the question to Lena as the three of them sat in her living room 
in front of the fire, eating from a large serving tray full of nearly every 
cheese and fruit known to mankind.

"Mulder," Scully held his hand as he reached for a slice of apple, "I know 
you're starved but you need to slow down. You could damage your system if you 
pack yourself after fasting for so many days in a row."

He frowned slightly and reached for his wineglass.

She added, "I can't recommend you drink a whole lot of that either." When he 
started to protest she added tersely, "Dehydration."

He sighed, giving in and turned his attention back to Lena. She stared at the 
fire for a few moments and then, "I remember feelings. I remember not being 
alone."

"Do you know who was with you?"

Lena smiled at him. She knew the answer he was expecting. His thoughts were 
mingling with her own in her mind. She wished she could recount to him the 
images he was sharing with her. 

Light, beauty, cherubs with wings·

Who knew Mulder believed in such things? He seemed to be such a religious 
skeptic, and sometimes almost anti-religious.

"There was light, in the beginning. I could feel it on my skin, although I 
don't think I ever saw it." She contemplated the fire again before 
continuing. "I was traveling, moving, with purpose. And then·"

"Your Dad?" Scully said.

Lena looked pained. "No."

A chill ran across Mulder's shoulders and he pulled the blanket off of the 
back of the couch, draping it around himself.

"I guess I felt," She tried to think of the right term. "Yanked."

"Yanked?" Mulder didn't like the way this conversation was going. 

"Yeah, like I was being violently redirected."

"What do you think it was?" Scully asked, her hand drifting to Lena's knee. A 
move that didn't go unnoticed by Mulder.

"I think it wasn't good. Not hell, nothing like that. It was more like some 
kind of·" she shook her head, a sour look on her face, "I don't know." She 
said finally, dismissing the thought with a weak wave of her hand.

Scully squeezed Lena's knee, "Are you alright?"

Lena sighed, "I didn't want to say anything before." She looked gravely at 
Mulder then turned her eyes to Scully.  "I didn't know for certain what 
happened. I felt like I was floating, up·  to heaven I guess. Then I got 
yanked· by· something. I was being 'yanked' when I felt my father call me 
back."

The agents stared at her. Mulder asked, "What's wrong, something's wrong 
isn't it?"

Lena was silent for a moment. She stared at the coffee table and squinted her 
eyes. She shut them and continued, "When we got back here today I noticed 
that some things had been moved around. Nothing huge really, just small 
things. My address book, for one, was on the kitchen counter, open. I usually 
keep it on my desk." She opened her eyes and looked at Mulder.

Mulder didn't understand her worry over something so small, "Could you have 
moved it yourself? Or Scully maybe moved it?"

She smiled at him slightly, shaking her head. "No."

Scully started to feel frightened. "Lena, spill it."

Lena stared her in the eyes, "I don't think I came back alone."

Startled, Scully said quickly, "Could you be more specific?"

Lena, relieved from telling the agents what had happened was suddenly 
animated, "Well, okay, I never get much of anything from Wanda, ya know, 
she's a dog right? I sometimes get images of the lake from her, or feelings 
of love, an occasional squirrel·"

The agents nodded.

"Well tonight I'm rubbing her head and I get this very clear image of black, 
sheer black."

"Was there any shape to it?" Mulder asked.

"Body shaped, big body shaped. And she was really skittish. Her tail has been 
tucked against her tummy all night." All three stared at Wanda curled up on 
the floor and her ears perked up as if to say "What?"

Mulder turned his attention back to Lena. "So you think someone broke in 
while you were at my place?" 

"I don't think they had to break anything. I think whoever it was isn't like 
the other kids. Know what I mean?"

Mulder looked spooked; "I don't like the sound of that at all."

"Maybe I'm wrong." Lena looked out to the lake. "No, I'm not wrong. Something 
is here, something followed me out."


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