TITLE: Angel At My Side AUTHOR: Myriss EMAIL ADDRESS: My email has changed. It's now myriss1013@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral: Ok. I will forward to Gossamer myself. Others may archive as long as they keep my header and email attached. Please let me know, though :) RATINGS WARNING: PG-13 CLASSIFICATION: X KEYWORDS: 3POV, MSR SPOILERS: Nothing really. SUMMARY: I've been blessed. An angel has been sent to me. THE DISCLAIMER: Any character you recognized from the t.v. series belongs to 1013 and Fox (except for Mulder and Scully who belong to each other). I am just borrowing them. *AUTHOR NOTES - at the end. Not beta-ed. Sorry. All the mistakes are my own. Angel At My Side by Myriss (myriss1013@yahoo.com) ***** When I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one that was promised to me.. Oh, yes...So pure and untainted. My beloved. My beloved, sweet angel.... Your beauty and purity made me catch my breath... I could not believe that my sweet little angel is an FBI agent. Why surely your delicate hands could not even hold a gun? I found out you were also a doctor. A healer of mankind's pains. So fitting for the sweet angel of mine. I can see your angel wings. ****** You were never alone. *He* was always by your side. At first, I wondered who he was and who he was to you. I soon found out. Your FBI partner. I saw how he treated you. How he argued with you. I saw the hurt on your face when you walked away from him. He passed me by with a nod in greeting. I nodded politely back but could not help thinking, *Bastard.* I would never treat you the way he did. No, my angel. I would cherish. Protect you. Pamper you. You're my angel. My destiny. ***** If I could, I would gaze at you for hours. Instead I have to settle for a few stolen moments. Not that I am complaining, my angel. I'm not. It just makes the moments we are together so much sweeter. I am here in your hotel room. I am so close to you that I could reach out a push a stray strand of hair from your face and feel the warmth of your breath on my face. I trembled... I will be good. I will not think dirty thoughts. You're my angel. Not some whore off the streets. Oh, you're such a pretty, pretty little girl....sitting up in the bed with the pillows tucked behind your back. Your red hair pulled back. Your glasses perched on your nose. Do you know that you chew on your lower lip when you are concentrating? Several pictures slipped out from the folder that you are reading and scattered on the top of the bed. You reached down and picked them up one by one, looking at each carefully. I could see the patches of scarlet red. The color of hell. Oh, my sweet angel--I don't see why you even bother.... They were just whores pretending to be angels... I'm not a fool, you know. I know there are those who look like angels but who are actually devils in disguise... They may have fooled me at first...but not for long... Harlots...pretending to be something they're not... ....whores... ...cunts.... ...sluts.... I took care of them good.... But you don't have to worry. I will take care of you. You are my angel now.... ***** You put aside your glasses and the files on top of the night stand and rolled over onto your stomach. You are such a pretty angel lying there...with your red hair spread out like silk on your pillow... oh yes.... such a pretty, pretty little angel... I reached over and sniffed. I now know what heaven smells like. I could see your purity glowing white... I have been blessed... ***** You sat up abruptly, knocking off your glasses and files to the floor. They landed with a loud thump. "Scully--?" a voice called. I stiffened. WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? Your partner stuck his head, his dark hair slick from the shower, through the bathroom door. "Hey, Scully," he asked. "You okay?" You didn't answered right away, just scanning the room with your eyes. Your eyes landed on me. I shivered. Oh, yes...you are the one... Can you see me? The others couldn't. Can you feel it between us? You shook your head. "No, no...I'm fine," you said. "I--I just heard a noise that startled me. I'm fine, Mulder." I smiled happily at you. You *do* feel the connection between us. You are just protecting me. Oh my angel. You do understand! We are fated to be together you and I. Our love will stay pure. We will not tarnish it with the carnal. No, not with the physical. That's reserved for whores...not angels. Go, Agent Mulder. Go back to your room. I know you have one. You shivered in appreciation. I know, my angel, I know. Oh yes, my sweet angel. I feel the same way. I have to go now but we will soon be together. Forever. ***** I know that you wish I could spend all my time with you. Oh, how I wish for the same thing. I could feel your love as you pressed a cup of a coffee into my hands this morning. I loved the way your face lighted up when you smiled. Yes, it's our secret. Just between you and me. We won't tell anyone. They will be jealous and try to destroy this beautiful thing between us. Then you turned away from me to talk to your partner. He scowled at me. He does not like me, that partner of yours. And I don't like him either. He threw a fit when he saw the little beaded angel pin that I had made especially for you. "We know that the killer left them for his intended victims, Scully," he said angrily. "You know that!" "I can take care of myself," you said sharply. Oh no, my sweet angel. You don't have to. I will take care of you. ***** Tonight, we don't have to hide our love. And we have your partner to thank. He was had the two of you moved into a suite in a different hotel and asked for the station to spare some men to protect you. Of course, I volunteered. Tonight, we can be together and no one will be the wiser. "It's only because Mulder insisted," you said to me. Oh, you are so pure and good. "--He really believes that I am the killer's next target...and he can--" you paused. "...he worries sometimes." I could gaze at you for hours, my love. I could see your angel wings fluttering behind your back. I have been blessed. I only prayed that I will be worthy of you. ***** Mulder arrived later. His suit was rumbled, his hair sticking up in disarray. He looked like a bum from the street. "Where's Scully?" he asked me without saying hello. I curled down my mouth in distaste. "She's asleep." "Did anything happen?" "Nothing happened, Agent Mulder," I said with an edge to my voice. "I was here to protect her. I wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. She's the sweetest woman I ever meet. She's an angel." He frowned, a wrinkle creasing between his brows. Then he shook his head abruptly, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily. "Uh--I'm sorry. I'm not really thinking clearly--" he broke off. "Listen. Thanks for your help. You can go. I can take over from here. " He dismissed me with those words. I was livid with rage. How dare he? How dare he come between me and my angel? Whether he liked or not, I was staying. ***** He went into your room and sat next to you. "Mulder?" you said sleepily. "Hey," he answered. "Find anything--" HIs shoulder slumped. He is such filth. I cannot understand why you have stayed as his partner....I know I should be generous and compassionate. You are so pure and noble that maybe....maybe some of these qualities would rubbed off on this lowly dregs of humanity. "No," he said, sighing. "I know I'm missing something important. I can't----Scully, I want you to go home." You sat up abruptly, your blue eyes blazing in righteous anger. Oh yes, I'm angry, too. He's trying to separate us from each other. "I'm your partner," you said angrily. He reached out to put his hands on your shoulders in a placating gesture. "I know...I know...just please listen to me..." He cupped your chin in his hands. "Listen to me. Please, Scully. This has nothing to do about your abilities as an agent. You *are* a great agent, Scully, but Scully, I am --" his voice dropped to a whisper, "...I am so afraid for you...I don't want you to be here...please, Scully--this killer means business...you've seen what he does to these women...the rape...The violence of these crimes. I am sure that he has targeted you to be his next victim--" "If I'm really his next victim, then I can be used to lure him out," you whispered. "No!" he said, shaking his head emphatically. "Definitely not, Scully!" "Mulder--!" "No!" Both of you didn't speak for a long time and finally, you said, "Mulder--" and ran your fingers through his hair. I frowned. What are you doing, My Angel? "If you won't go home, than promise me that you won't be alone at anytime. I mean it, Scully. He won't come after you if you're not alone. He--" He broke off and said, "Please, Dana, promise me. I--I'm not asking you as your partner...I'm asking you as your--" His words are muffled as you drew his head down to kiss him. My knuckles whiten. I forced myself to relax. Forgive me, My Angel. I have to remind myself. Sometimes I forget, you know. You are a kind soul. You would comfort those who are in need. "What about our no-messing around in the field rule?" he murmured so softly that I had to strain to hear what he said. "Sometimes rules are meant to be broken," you said huskily. I do not like this, my angel. I do not like this at all.... ...WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS? He has his hands on your...he's touching your... How can you let him touch you like this? How could you allow yourself to be sullied by him? In front of me...In front of me! YOU'RE MY ANGEL! MY ANGEL! You are my angel no longer.... You slut.... ...cunt... ....whore.... ****** You answered the door and let me in. "You're early," you said to me. "Mulder said he was sending someone to come to pick me up. He can't get away right now to come to get me and he refuses to let me go anywhere without an escort. Not that I think I need one but he insisted." Then you smiled up at me. Once I would have been fooled by that innocent smile. Now I know better. I have a duty...a duty to keep filth like you from defiling the world. It would be my pleasure. Oh yes. My pleasure... ***** Now here you are...just like the others. All tied up and no place to go. You're still unconscious, but I'm a patient man. I will wait until you come to. After all, you can't learn the lesson I have to teach if you aren't awake. Finally, you do. Your long lashes fluttering before revealing those bright blue eyes of yours. They widened as you realized where you were. "It's you!" you exclaimed. "It's me," I replied. I leaned forward into your face. "You haven't fooled me," I said. You tried to looked scared, but I know better. Real evil have no fear. "I thought you were the one," I said. "Like the others?" you asked. I made a sound of distaste. "They were whores." I reached out and caressed your cheek. You flinched. Angry, I back-handed you on the face. Blood spurted from your nose. "I thought you were the one," I said angrily. "I thought you were the angel promised to me but you're not. You're like the rest of them. Whores." "Look, Detective," you said, with the blood running down your face. "I don't know what--" "I saw you," I interrupted. You stumbled to a stop. "Saw me?" "Yes!" I screamed. "Saw you! You and Agent Mulder fornicating in bed!" "You saw us?" You looked horrified. "How?" "I have a special gift for not being seen, " I explained. Then screamed out my disappointment, "You were suppose to be the one! But you're nothing but a whore!" Enraged, I reached back a fist to hit her-- "Get away from her!" your partner screamed from behind me. I turned to him, my hand falling to my side. He had his gun pointing at me. I sighed. "Agent Mulder," I said patiently. "She has fooled you. She has fooled us all." "The only person that has been fooling anyone is you," he said, waving his gun angrily. I sighed. Couldn't he see? She was evil. Evil. Tempting good men like us into fornication and pitting us against each other. "Agent Mulder--" I tried to explain again. "Get the fuck away from her!" he screamed again. He wasn't listening. He wasn't listening. I had to get rid of her. Get rid of her before it was too late! Get rid of --! I felt a sharp pain at my side. Shocked, I looked down to see the blood blossoming the front of my shirt....I dropped bonelessly to the floor and stared incredulously at him. He shot me. Oh, God!...He shot me... Why did he shoot me for? My eyes closed heavily. When I opened them, a baldheaded man was bending down, looking at me. He turned his head and said, "Agent Mulder, take your wife home. We'll take care of everything here--" Wife? How could she be his wife? There must be a mistake...How could they be married? She's a whore... Just a whore... Is that why I am to die without my angel by my side? Because I made a mistake? I began to weep... Oh my angel. My sweet angel, I have failed you. The End *Author's Notes-- Well, several people has asked me if I loved to torture Mulder. Not consciously. So I decided it was Scully's turn. Hope you enjoyed it. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. Myriss myriss1013@yahoo.com