Title: Urban Legends
Author: SueBee
E-mail Address: SueBeePhile@aol.com
Rating: NC-17 for graphic descriptions of
consensual sexual situations and murder.
Archive: Yes to Spooky's, Gossamer, and
anyone else who might want it.  If possible,
drop me a line and let me know where it is 
going.
Classification: MSR, Casefile (I hope)
Spoilers: Vague references to FTF
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Feedback: Yes please! I love it!

Summary: Halloween fic, with a twist

Author's Notes: At the end

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The feel of his warm hand pressed against the soft 
flesh of her breast caused an electric rush of heat 
to pass through her.  The play of his talented lips 
on her neck was making coherent thought difficult.

When his hand slid up her shirt to undo button after 
button, the reality of what they were doing hit her.

"Gavin, stop!"

Without letting go on his claim to her breast, he
soothed her, "Kelly, you know I love you."

His mouth was on her again and she began to relent 
when his lips slipped further down her neck.

Her breath caught when she heard a scraping sound 
near the trunk of the car.

"Gavin, stop, there's someone out there!"

Insinuating himself over her so she was more horizontal, 
he kissed her a few times and went for the button at the 
top of her jeans.

"That was just a tree branch, Kelly.  Relax...you know 
I love you."

His hand ventured south when the tinny screech made 
it's way to the door.

Trying to break the seal of their kiss, Kelly cried,
"Gavin, I know there's someone out there."

He reached behind him and turned up the radio.

"There, just listen to the music and concentrate
on how good I'm going to make you feel, Baby."

Her eyes began to slide shut when she felt the thick 
sensation of his tongue probe the hollow of her neck.  
Through her lashes, she saw a shadow looming over 
the driver's side window.


"GAVIN!!!!!!!!!"





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ONE WEEK LATER
FBI HEADQUARTERS
J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING


"Mulder, you've got to be kidding."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He gave her his best deadpan expression and clicked 
the light off on the slide projector.  In the near darkness, 
she crossed her arms over her chest and stood stoically 
before him.

"Mulder, this isn't an X-File.  These are gruesome, yet 
totally explainable homicides.  Some lunatic watched 
too many horror movies and decided to play out the 
scenes on some poor, lustful teenagers."

Mulder held her gaze, letting his face inch closer to her.  

Scully unconsciously took a step back until she 
realized that he was reaching behind her for the 
casefile.

He opened the folder and began reading,
"Texarkana murders of 1946.  One attempted rape,
two cases of assault, and two double homicides of
young couples on Lovers Lane.  The killer was known
as the Phantom, because of the white canvas hood he 
wore over his head.  When curfews were enforced and 
doors and windows were locked nightly, he started 
seeking people in their own homes."

At her look of surprise, he continued, "Virgil Starks 
was shot to death through his living room window. The 
Phantom then shot Mrs. Starks twice in the head, but 
she miraculously lived and managed to flee from her 
home."

He closed the file and placed it behind her once 
again, never breaking eye contact.  Feeling the 
palpable current between them, Scully did the only 
thing she could think of, she began talking again.

"So, Mulder, another example of violent, yet explainable 
deaths.  These real life happenstances are the stuff that 
urban legends are made of.  They can have some basis 
of truth or be as ridiculous as the one where Mikey from 
the Life cereal commercial died from eating Pop Rocks 
candy and drinking Pepsi at the same time."

"I thought it was Coke."

At his smirk, she took in a deep breath and let it out in 
a sigh.

"My point is, Mulder, these are stories, and even if they are
based on facts, someone has just let the legend go to his 
head."

Mulder tossed the slide projector remote on his desk 
and walked around to sit in his chair.  He grabbed a 
lone pencil from the blotter and started tapping it on his 
knee.

"*I* know what urban legends are, Scully.  The question 
is, do you want to know what makes this an X-File?"

Scully shifted her weight from one foot to the other and 
half-rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

"Mulder, if I say 'no,' can we call it a weekend and get 
back to this on Monday?"

She waited in halfhearted anticipation.

"What do you think?"

She pulled up a chair and sank into it.

"Okay, let's hear it."

Mulder stood up and started pacing around like a little 
boy with a secret.

"Here's the deal, Scully.  The man committing these 
homicides is already dead."

Off her incredulous expression, he continued, "He isn't 
going to rest until he gets a third set of victims.  My 
guess is that tomorrow will be the final murder."

Scully arched her eyebrows.  "Halloween?"

Mulder hooked a finger under his coat and started for 
the door.

"Spooky, huh, Scully?  Get your things, we have some 
making out to do."

By the time she caught him in the elevator, her heart 
was thoroughly lodged in her throat.

"What did you say, Mulder?"

He gave her a hint of a grin and squeezed her shoulder.

"Both couples were killed while trying to get lucky at a 
makeshift version of Lover's Lane.  Even with the warnings 
and police enforced curfew, hormones are luring these kids 
out for some action.  We need to be there, and if we don't 
play the part, we'll look like some overanxious chaperones 
at the Prom."

Mulder continued walking as Scully stood frozen to the 
spot. 

"Mulder?"

He turned around and plastered on his most innocent 
smile.

"Just how the Hell are *we* supposed to pass ourselves 
off as teenagers?"

He walked up to her until they were toe to toe.  His lips 
were right next to her ear when he whispered, "Scully 
with the steamed up windows, who's going to know the 
difference?"

When her mouth fell open, he started pacing backward.

"Make sure to pack some Halloween candy.  Our flight 
leaves in three hours.  I'll pick you up in two."

With that, he was in his car and driving away, leaving 
Scully to process "steamed up" windows.


End Part 1 of 5



Urban Legends (Part 2 of 5)
Headers and rating in part 1
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While Mulder drummed "The Monster Mash" on the
steering wheel, Scully tried to avoid singing along to 
it in her head by reading through the police reports on
the murders.

"Mulder, I don't see the connection between this strain of 
murders and the ones from 1946.  The victims from fifty 
years ago were shot with a .32 caliber weapon, yet these 
latest homicides were committed by stabbing or impaling 
with a sharp tool or sickle like implement."

Mulder seemed nonplused by the comment.  He gave a 
slight nod and concentrated on maneuvering the car onto 
the exit ramp leading to the airport.

Still searching for a link, Scully shook her head.

"The so called 'Phantom' was imprisoned in 1947 and the 
murders stopped."

Easing the car into a long term parking space, Mulder cut 
the engine and faced her.

"Ah, yes, but the 'Phantom,' a.k.a. Youell Swinney, was 
released on a technicality in 1974."

Scully turned her body so she caught a hint of his 
cologne.  She breathed in deeply.

"Okay, Mulder, but that was over 25 years ago.  
Mr. Swinney, or the 'Phantom,' as it were, would have to 
be a very old man by now."

Mulder quickly opened the door and ducked his head in 
to look at Scully.

"Even better, he died seven years ago."



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8:28 P.M.
REST EZ MOTEL
TEXARKANA, TEXAS



Once settled in to the Rest EZ motel, Texarkana's finest
lodgings, according to Mulder, Scully sat cross legged 
on the bed, trying to piece together the information in front 
of her.  The only correlation she could find between the two 
cases was that all, or at least, most, of the couples were 
killed during parking sessions at "Lovers Lane," a small 
wooded clearing near the end of Richmond Road.

Scully didn't look up from her scrutiny when Mulder entered 
the room, carrying a box of pizza and two Styrofoam cups.

"Hey, Scully, the coffee machine was broken, so I hope you 
don't mind hot chocolate instead."

She took a sip from the cup and was pleased with the 
decadent sweetness. A small smile curved at her lips 
before the expression of concentration erased it.

Mulder balanced the pizza box on the night stand and 
crawled over to the foot of the bed, the only space not littered 
with documents. He chewed his food methodically while he 
watched her lips move while she read.  He wondered if she 
knew that she did that.

He was caught staring when Scully looked up.

"Okay, Mulder, spill it.  What's the connection?"

She gingerly grabbed a piece of pizza, trying to keep the 
string of melted cheese from hitting her slacks.  He watched 
the food disappear into her mouth and decided it would be 
best to take another bite of his own slice.

Watching him dodge the issue, Scully nudged him with her 
foot.

"Mulder, tell me."

He raked one hand through his hair and straightened up on 
the bed. Pushing the paperwork closer to Scully, he moved 
further up the mattress and sat in a position mirroring hers.

With a quick grin and a tilt of his head, he responded, 
"I thought you'd never ask."

In an attempt to read the files upside down, he found the 
page in question and handed it to Scully.

"Mulder, I already read this.  What's the point?"

Mulder slipped the paper from her fingers and began reading it 
to her.

"Polly Ann Moore."

Scully interrupted, "Right, she was one of the victims shot in 
1946."

Mulder leaned in and tapped her with the paper.

"Bingo, Scully.  The file says she was shot and killed,
but what it doesn't say is that she was raped too."

"But, Mulder, if that's true, why didn't they list that on the 
report?"

"Elementary, my dear Scully.  This was a small town in 
Texas and Arkansas over fifty years ago.  Things like that 
just weren't discussed, much less made public."

Scully took another sip of the hot chocolate and let the 
warmth slide down her throat.  The hint of a smile returned 
before business took over once again.  Mulder never wished 
he could transform into a cup of cocoa more in his life.

"So, Mulder, let's say Polly Ann was allegedly raped, what
does that have to do with anything?"

Mulder leaned over Scully in order to take another piece of 
pizza. She stopped breathing until he was back in his 
rightful place, pizza in hand. 

He waved his food in the air when he talked.  She wondered
if he knew that he did that.  Finally, he decided to let Scully in 
on some more of the story.

"You see, what it doesn't say in the papers, is that while 
Swinney was serving time at Huntington Prison, David Moore 
was incarcerated for Grand Theft Auto."

"Polly's brother?"

Mulder nodded.  "Right again, Scully, and Big Brother didn't 
take too kindly to the Phantom violating and killing his sister."

"So?"

Mulder scooted closer, lowering his voice almost conspiratorially.

"It can't be proven, but rumor has it that David Moore cut off
Swinney's hand when he started bragging about his exploits, 
namely time spent on Polly."

Scully slid the cup next to the pizza box.

"That explains the possibility of his having a hook..."

Mulder interrupted, "A sickle like implement..."

"But now the million dollar question is, why on earth you 
believe he would come back from the dead to kill again, 
as if that were even remotely possible?"

Moving in for his third piece of pizza, Mulder accidentally knocked 
over Scully's drink.  The warm, creamy liquid splashed over the night 
stand and splattered in a chocolate puddle on the floor.  Scully 
jumped back and hit her head on the headboard with a resounding 
"Ow!"

"Jesus, Scully!  Did you get burned?"

She rubbed her head and eyed the carpet ruefully.

"No, Mulder.  I hit my head and you owe me more hot chocolate."

Mulder threw her stack of courtesy towels on the floor and
stomped on them a bit to soak up the mess.  Scully tried to rub 
the creases out of her forehead and reminded herself that 
he probably thought he was helping.

"Mulder?"

He glanced up, but continued to grind her towels into the 
soaking, mocha puddle on the floor.

"Sorry, Scully, we got the last hot chocolate that they had."

She shook her head.  "Forget the hot chocolate and forget the 
mess. Tell me why I'm in Texarkana, hunting down the ghost of 
the 'Phantom' on Halloween."

He gave the floor another nudge and sat back on the bed. 

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to make out with you on a 
deserted road."

Scully groaned, "Mulder, I'm serious!"

He gave a tiny leer.  "And I'm not?"

He stood up from the bed and stretched.

"Here's my theory.  Swinney was in jail from 1947 to 1974.  
That's twenty-seven years."

"So?"

"He spent 27 long years thinking about the third and final kill that 
got away.  His frustration escalated, when he was released, 
because he left Huntington Prison, an old, handicapped man."

Scully started gathering the papers back into the folder.

"But he killed five people."

"True, but he wanted to kill three complete sets of people.  
He bragged that that three was his lucky number before prison.  
He would have done it if Mrs. Starks hadn't run away."

"But, Mulder, why would he return now, and might I mention, 
from the dead?"

Mulder started walking toward the door but paused at the 
thresh hold.

"You'll get the rest of the story tomorrow.  It'll give us 
something to do, if you actually decide you want to talk during 
our parking session."

Scully wore her stern face like a mask.

"That's a 'stake out,' Mulder.  Goodnight."

He closed the door before a chocolate enhanced towel hit 
the frame.

End Part 2 of 5



Urban Legends (Part 3 of 5)
Headers and rating in Part 1

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6:25 p.m.
HALLOWEEN
SCULLY'S ROOM

Mulder spent the day touching base with the local
police department, leaving Scully to scan autopsy reports.  
According to the results, both couples suffered the same 
fate.

Gavin Cooper, age seventeen, died from rapid blood loss 
and asphyxiation due to a pair of collapsed lungs. The 
injuries were determined to be the result of repeated 
stabbings to the shoulders and upper back. 

One week prior to Cooper's murder, Dylan McClain died 
under similar circumstances.

The girls suffered a worse fate before their passing.  Kelly 
Andrews and Jeannine Ford, both sixteen, expired from 
punctured jugular veins.  Unfortunately, this was after they 
were sexually battered.

Scully pulled her glasses on to get a better look at the 
forensic evidence. Barring physical signs of struggle, bruising, 
and entry wounds, there was nothing else.  Strangely, there 
were no foreign fibers, skin, or hair left on the bodies.  No 
fingerprints or foot prints were found at the crime scene either. 
Traces of semen and saliva also failed to be detected.
Not surprisingly, no one witnessed either sets of murders.

*No wonder Mulder thought the perpetrator was a ghost. 
It was as if no one else had been there. *

At her last thought of Mulder, there was a knock on her door.

She went to open it, but when her hand hit the knob,
she paused.

"Who is it?"

A sexy voice whispered, "Want some candy, little girl?"

An orange plastic pumpkin full of treats was shoved
through the door before she could get it all the way open.
She was about to say "Happy Halloween, Mulder" when she 
saw what he was wearing.

"Mulder, what the Hell is that?"

Try as she might, she couldn't keep the laughter
out of her voice.

He looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

"It's a letterman's jacket, Scully."

He entered the room and closed the door with his foot.

"I realize that Mulder, but where did you get it?"

"It's mine."  

She saw him puff out his chest just a fraction and
tried not to start laughing again. He ignored her grin
and grabbed a candy bar from the pumpkin bucket.

"You know, for your information, Scully, I lettered in 
track and basketball all four years of high school."

She placed the candy on the table and turned to give him
another appraisal.  Scully hated to admit it, but he looked 
damn good in it.  She absently wondered how many 
cheerleaders got to wear it home from his games.

"That's nice, Mulder, but you are aware that you graduated 
about twenty years ago, right?"

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You keep that up, Scully, and I don't think I'll want to go 
steady with you anymore."

She ignored his banter and decided to focus on work.

"Any luck with the police?"

Mulder sat down and began eating his candy.  Between 
mouthfuls of chocolate, he described his day.

"Well, Scully, it seems as though the local PD have their 
hands full being acting security for the Texarkana Fair and 
Rodeo, not to mention any possible Halloween tricks.  
Apparently, the rodeo is a big thing here, and they are trying 
to focus on that, instead of dwelling on any tragedies, recent, or 
otherwise.  Considering a 9 p.m. curfew has been enforced for 
all minors, and a mandatory patrol car will be circling all of the 
back roads, they feel things are under control."

Scully rolled her head on her shoulders, trying to ease out 
the kinks.

"Does that mean we get to go home?"

Mulder stuck a candy bar in his pocket and headed for the 
door. With a wink, he said, "No, that just means we get more 
privacy. Speaking of undercover, don your 'High School Scully' 
gear and meet me in the car in a half an hour.  You have make 
out clothes, right?"

As usual, before she could respond, he was out the door.



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End Part 3 of 5



Urban Legends
(Part 4 of 5)
Headers and rating in Part 1

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20 MINUTES LATER

Scully eyed herself in the mirror, feeling as though 
she could pass for at least a few years younger.  She 
wore some faded jeans and a navy blue GAP sweatshirt 
that Charlie had sent to her for Christmas last year.  
She couldn't help thinking that he really needed to get 
home more often, if he still thought of her as the jeans 
and baggy sweatshirt type.

To finish the look, she put her hair in a ponytail and added
a few butterfly clips for the Hell of it.  Now, she felt dressed
up for Halloween.  She had no idea what brushing her teeth 
twice and adding more perfume had to do with the look, but 
she went with it, and took her gun with her.

Mulder was popping sunflower seeds when she pulled open 
the car door.  After getting in and quickly closing the door 
against the cool autumn air, she turned to face him.

"Shut up, Mulder."

He gave her a wide grin.

"I didn't say anything, Scully."

"Let's just get this over with."

He shifted the car in reverse, but couldn't resist one tiny 
wisecrack.

"Why, your folks want you home early?"

She gave him a no nonsense look and then tried to hide 
her own smile.

The radio was on a low hum in the background and the
dashboard lights gave off little illumination in the near 
darkness.  The street lights became fewer and far 
between as they headed for the outskirts of town.

Mulder broke the comfortable silence when he cleared 
his throat.  

"Just so you know, Scully, I am a pretty good date."  

He reached for a white paper bag between them and 
handed it to her.  She looked inside to find warm 
cinnamon rolls.

All she'd had to eat were a few candy bars, and she 
couldn't help licking her lips in anticipation.

She felt him looking at her as she took her first bite,
and hummed her appreciation.

"Mulder, what?"

He centered his attention back on the road.

"Nothing.  Uh, just so you know, that's your hot 
chocolate in the cup holder."

She licked the sugary sweetness from her fingers and 
picked up the thermal cup with both hands and sipped 
cautiously. The temperature was just right.

"You said I owed you a hot chocolate and I didn't know if 
you had connections who would give me concrete shoes
if I didn't repay my debt soon."

She laughed.

"And the cinnamon rolls?"

He shrugged.

"I was just hoping I'd get to watch you lick your fingers 
like that."

She met his eyes and felt the flush spread from her 
forehead down to her chest.  The heat emanating from 
her body suddenly made the hot chocolate seem cold.

Before she could think of a response, she was blinded
by the sharply bright halogen lights of an oncoming car.
She raised her hand over her squinting eyes, in an effort 
to shield herself, when the car sped by.

"Mulder, why didn't you flash your lights so they would 
turn their brights off?"

"Scully, you should never flash your lights like that."

"And, why not?"

"You've never heard the urban legend about gangs 
using that as a form of initiation?"

At her puzzled look, he continued.

"Gang members ride around late at night with their 
brights on. The first person to flash them, gets chased 
down and killed by the newest member.  There is 
another variation where they drive with there lights off 
too."

"But, Mulder, that is just an urban legend, right?"

He made a turn through a clearing of trees where the 
road turned from pavement to gravel.

"Possibly, Scully, but from my experience,
it's better to be safe than sorry."

They moved more slowly through the gravel until 
Mulder edged the car to the left and turned it off.

Scully suddenly felt very nervous.

"This is it?"

Her voice sounded too loud in the small confines 
of the car.

Mulder turned off the headlights and unbuckled his 
seat belt.

"That's what all the cool kids were telling me."

Scully peered out into the darkness.

"But, Mulder, I don't see anything.  No one else is 
here."

He looked to his left and gave a chuckle.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Scully.  From the
amount of steam on the windows of that Mustang,
it looks as if two other people are most definitely 
here."

Scully looked in the same direction and saw the 
outline of a car parked next to an oak tree.  The 
car bobbed and swayed in an almost erratic 
rhythm.

She felt the air around her become noticeably 
warmer again. Averting her eyes, she turned the key 
in the ignition just a click so the radio would work and 
the dashboard lights would come on.

"So, Mulder, now what?"

He turned toward her so she could see his face.  The
hint of amusement was gone, and was replaced with 
something she couldn't describe.  He maintained his
gaze for what seemed like minutes, until he spoke 
again.

"Well, we keep our eyes on Romeo and Juliet, as 
discreetly as possible, and make sure they don't get 
nabbed by the Phantom."

She undid her seat belt and tried to get more 
comfortable.

"Speaking of the Phantom, why are you convinced he 
has come back from the dead, not only tonight, but if 
I am to believe this, the last two weekends?"

Mulder fiddled with the radio tuner as he spoke.

"Well, besides the obvious fact that most teenage 
couples park on the weekends...say, Scully, have you 
ever been parkin'?"

"Mulder, first of all, that's none of your business, and 
secondly, I would like a better answer than that."

He grinned.

"Guess not...on both counts."  He quickly continued 
talking before she could interrupt.  "Anyway, All 
Hallows Eve and the days preceding it, have reputedly 
allowed for stronger spells and greater magic. It has 
been believed for ages, that the ghouls and goblins 
come out to play before the piety of All Saint's Day."

Scully groaned.  "Why do I feel like I'm waiting for 
the Great Pumpkin with Linus?"

Mulder's countenance could barely be made out 
in the dim glow. Once again, his voice lowered in 
his best ghost story rasp.

"Well, besides the obvious paranormal aspects of 
this particular holiday, The Phantom is returning 
for another reason.  Seven years ago, today, Youell 
Swinney died in a retirement home. A biographer of 
the murders was allowed to videotape an interview 
earlier that day. Swinney had discussed his age and 
the fact that he had gotten off on the charges.  The 
part that really spooked the reporter was his last, 
eerie statement.  He said, I'll be back. The Missus 
will see to that."

Scully prodded, "He was married?"

"Not only was he married, but his wife sat in the 
car and waited while he committed each count of rape, 
assault, and murder.  The prospect of death was quite 
a subject of fascination for Mrs. Swinney.  She was 
convinced that she could bring the lovers back from 
the dead, in order to right her husband's wrongs."

Scully couldn't help her look of disbelief.  She didn't 
believe it.  

"So, did it work?"

Mulder coughed and looked away.  "Well, not yet."

"So, you think, and tell me if I am getting this 
straight, that Mrs. Swinney has finally gotten the art 
of resurrection right, brought her husband back, so he 
could get his jollies off of a triple double murder, and 
then show off by bringing them all back to life because 
it is easier on Halloween?"

Mulder grimaced.

"Well, it doesn't sound so believable when you put 
it that way." 

Scully started, "Mulder...." when the interior light of 
the Mustang came on.  A broad shouldered young guy 
emerged with rumpled clothes and a smile.  He stood, 
stretched, and looked directly at them.

Before Scully could say anything else, Mulder's mouth 
had descended upon hers and she was lost in a 
passionate kiss.  Her breath was knocked out of her 
from the surprise, and what little oxygen was left came 
out in a rush when Mulder parted her lips and swept 
inside with the urgency of his tongue.  She was 
shocked at first, and grabbed the fabric of his jacket in 
order to push him off of her.  

When his arms went around her and his body pressed 
deeper against hers, she felt herself holding on instead.  
His kiss was unyielding and she felt an equal need 
spark somewhere deep inside of her.  Scully began 
returning the kiss earnestly.  She pushed her way into 
the sweetness of Mulder's mouth and explored the ridges 
of his teeth and the roof of his mouth with her tongue.  
They were both panting now and the confinement of their 
clothes was starting to become too much of a restriction. 
She slid down against the door and he hovered over her, 
changing angles and maneuvering the best he could to 
get even a whisper closer to her.  He grabbed her hips 
and pulled her forward as she kicked over the hot 
chocolate in an effort to accommodate him.  

When he moved in again, she could feel his long fingers 
gripping the denim at her hips.  He was hardened against 
her and God help her if the feel of Mulder's erection hadn't 
just made her incredibly wet. Some insane thought flashed 
through her mind as Mulder's hand slid up the back of her 
shirt and touched, soft, pliant skin.  

*Nothing smelled better than sex and chocolate.*

She was considering the best way to get Mulder's jacket 
off, without having to lose physical contact, when she heard 
an engine start.  The brightness from headlights spilled into 
the interior of the car, and for mere seconds, she could see 
the beauty of a fully aroused Mulder. 

Scully's lips were still parted and her mouth was slightly 
swollen from their kiss. He loosened his hold on her when 
the interior turned to darkness again.  He gradually sat up 
and left her trying to get her breathing under control.

Feeling a whirlwind of confusion, lust, and peaking sexual 
frustration, she asked, "Mulder?"

He held his head with both hands and murmured,

"I'm sorry, Scully, I didn't want that kid to know he was 
being watched by two feds."

She bristled at the last comment.

"*That* was an act for the sake of being undercover?"

Mulder raised his head to show eyes fully dilated and 
deeply aroused.

"It started that way.  The problem is, as soon as I felt 
you, really felt you, against me, I forgot why we were 
even here.  All I could think of was finally touching you 
and not stopping until...I don't know.  I need to get some 
air for a minute."

The cool air raked over Scully before she could stop 
Mulder from getting out of the car.  She straightened 
herself up in the seat and tried to right her clothing.  
Shame battled with desire when she realized how 
undeniably she had wanted Mulder.  

God, she was still wet.  

Some of the clips had fallen out of the hair, so she 
reached along the floorboard to retrieve them. That's 
when she heard a screeching sound along the trunk.  
She sat bolt upright with her heart in her mouth.

"Mulder?" 

The sound had intensified and reached closer to the 
door. Scully grabbed her gun and had the safety off 
in time to see the back of Mulder's letterman's jacket 
crash into the driver's side window.

She screamed, "MULDER!" as he fell to the ground amid 
shards of glass. A shadow loomed over him but all she 
could make out was a light colored hood over his head.  
To her horror, she saw the glint of a sharp metal hook as 
it was raised above her partner.

A whispered "No," is all that would rise from her throat.

She fired at the figure until her gun clicked empty.  
Scully kicked away any remaining glass and searched 
the darkness for the attacker. Left on the ground before 
her, was a canvas mask, and a sharp, bloody hook.  
There was no body, save for Mulder's crumpled figure 
against the door. She reached down and grabbed his 
gun, aiming it toward the darkness as she climbed out 
the window. Scully started the car and turned on the 
headlights.  Nothing was there but trees and more trees.

Mulder made a groaning sound and Scully rushed to 
inspect him for injuries.  There were a few deep gashes 
on the side of his head from the glass, but other than that, 
he seemed okay.

"It was the Phantom, Scully.  Did you see him?"

She searched for any other signs of injury and tried to
reassure him.

"It's okay, Mulder.  He must have run away when he heard 
the gun shots."

Mulder grabbed her wrist so she would look at him.

"He didn't run away, Scully.  He just vanished.  As soon 
as you shot him, his body disappeared and the hood and 
the hook just...fell to the ground."

He tried to stand up with Scully's help and winced with pain.

"Ow! Damn, I think I hurt my shoulder."

Scully slipped her arm around his waist and pulled out her 
cell phone.

"Well, Linus, your Great Pumpkin came after all.  Let's get 
you to the hospital."

Mulder attempted a smile and then grimaced in pain.

"So, you believe me?"

"I never said *that,* Mulder.  Come on....."


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End Part 4 of 5



Urban Legends (Part 5 of 5)
Headers and rating in Part 1
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12:26 A. M.
REST EZ MOTEL
SCULLY'S ROOM

Mulder lay propped up on pillows while
Scully did her best to clean the small
gash on the side of his head.

"Ow!  Jesus, Scully, don't push on it like that!"

Scully blew out an irritated puff of air.

"Well, Mulder, you wouldn't have to worry
about it, if you would have gone to the hospital
like ...."

Mulder made a distasteful expression.

"Have you ever been to an emergency room on 
Halloween? That's just a bit too scary for me.  
Besides, I'd have to be holding a severed arm 
in my hand, while complaining of a sucking chest 
wound, to get seen before the typical three hour wait.  
On Halloween, you can just bump that wait up to 
four or five hours."

He closed his eyes and let Scully apply the last of 
the tape to the gauze pad.

"Well, Mulder, since beggars can't be choosers, let
me take care of you."

He lifted his lids marginally and licked his lips.

"If this has anything to do with your bedside manner, 
now you're talking."

Scully rose and placed the first aid kit on her suitcase.

"You know, Mulder, I've been thinking.  It seems to me 
that urban legends are just modern morality tales.  
They are spread far and wide but are the most popular 
among teen agers."

"So, Scully, what was the moral of tonight's story?"

She came back and brushed the hair off his forehead 
and sat down on the bed.

"The bogey man only comes after you if you are doing 
something you shouldn't, like parking on back roads 
and making out with..."

"Your partner."  He finished for her.  "Scully, I'm sorry 
for letting things get out of hand."

She traced her fingers along his cheekbone and smiled.

"You know, I'm not one damn bit sorry, Mulder."

She got up and maneuvered around to the door, flipped 
the dead bolt, and turned back toward him. 

His eyes were locked with hers.

"You're not?"

She crawled over him until she was straddling his lap.

"I'm just glad our first time together won't be in a car."

His lips pursed slightly in a confused O.

"Agent Scully, are you implying that there is going to 
be a first time?"

She arched an eyebrow and then gave a playful grin.

"Just lie still, Mulder, and do as the doctor orders."

She punctuated her last statement with a slow, 
lingering kiss.

Mulder took a deep breath and searched her eyes
for sincerity.  Seeing her desire, he pulled her
mouth back to his and kissed her with intent.  

Her breasts were molded against the hard planes 
of his chest and her knees squeezed his hips ever 
so slightly when she felt the welcome invasion of his 
tongue.

He pulled her head away and began delivering a hot
trail of kisses down the side of her neck.

At her sigh, he whispered, "I told you this was better
than the emergency room."

She squeezed his shoulders when she felt the heat 
of his breath at her ear.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Mulder.  Should we stop?"

"Are you kidding?"

She raised to a sitting position and took off her
sweatshirt, revealing a simple lace bra and 
flushed pink skin.

Mulder's gaze traveled from her face, down the
fullness of her chest, pausing at the small expanse 
of her stomach, and then back up to meet her gaze.
The weight of his stare was pulling her down
and she was willingly letting go.

Scully was losing track of the conversation but
tried to keep it up anyway.

"I was hoping you'd say 'No.'"

His fingers traced the ridges of her ribcage and 
slid around the edge of her bra.

"Scully?"

Her heartbeat had increased to double time.

"Yeah?"

"I forgot the question."

She gave a nervous laugh and he smiled
at their situation.

Her fingers skimmed over the slightly hair
roughened skin on his stomach. His eyes closed 
slowly and then opened again to focus on her.  She 
bent down and let her mouth follow the trail of her 
fingers.  She slightly scraped with her finger nails 
and soothed with her lips and tongue.

He was hard.  The length of him pressed against 
her when she scooted up from his thighs.  He made 
no act of hiding his arousal from her.  Instead, he 
pulled her hips down until she could feel the heat 
pulsing from him and absorbing itself into her. She 
ground herself against him and felt the slippery 
warmth of her own need.

Their mouths sealed together again in another urgent 
kiss.  His hands were warm and rough as they skated 
along the slope of her back. She felt goosebumps battle 
with surging waves of heat and moaned at the sensations.

With the twist of a clasp and some frantic tugging, her 
bra met her shirt on the floor.

Her breasts felt full and heavy.  His hands were on her 
before she needed to plead for his touch.  Mulder cupped 
her, letting his fingers play over the unbearable hardness 
of her nipples. Scully rocked her hips against him wantonly 
when he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked with 
agonizingly slow, deep tugs.  The liquid heat of his mouth 
and tongue on her, added with the rigid throbbing underneath 
her, caused another wave of moisture to travel south.

Her underwear was wet to the point of being almost 
uncomfortable and the friction from their clothes was 
becoming an unwanted barrier.

Standing up, she stripped herself of her jeans and 
panties.  She took no time to stand by the bed and 
pose, but crawled right back on to the mattress and 
went to work on unbuttoning Mulder's pants. He tried 
to help her, but she moved quickly and pushed the 
denim and cotton boxers from his body. He lay there 
in the dim golden hues of the room, beautifully naked 
and magnificently erect.

She straddled his thighs again and stroked the length 
of him. His cock was thick and hard in her small hand.  
She stroked from base to tip again and watched his 
eyes slip shut.  His fingers tightened into pleading 
grips around her knees when she sped up the pace.

Slipping further down his body, she knew he felt 
the slick moisture of her desire slide over him.  
She didn't care.  

Scully took the tip of his cock into her mouth and 
swirled her tongue over the head. Mulder moaned 
and grasped handfuls of the bedspread. She slipped 
him in to her mouth inch by inch.  Memorizing the 
scent of his skin and the addictive taste of his flesh, 
she gently sucked as she slid up and then pushed down.  
His body was rigid and his breathing was erratic.  

She wondered if he could feel the pounding of her heart
against the muscles of his leg. God, he tasted good.  
Her tongue slid over the ridges of his cock once again, 
until she pulled him inside again.  His hips came off of 
the bed with that last effort.

"Scully, stop!"

She slowly pulled him out of her mouth and climbed up 
until her center was directly over his hips.

"That was incredible...I just...I want to feel...."

She placed her hands on his chest for support and slid 
herself over him before he could finish the sentence.

Their mutual gasps were lost inside their mouths, where 
tongues mingled and breaths meshed.  It felt as if they
had finally become one entity of slick, heated skin, 
pounding hearts, and bated breathing.

Scully rocked against him and he thrust into her.  It 
became deeper and faster, but Scully wouldn't slow down 
and Mulder wouldn't relent his hold on her. He reached 
down and brushed his thumb against her sensitized flesh
while their bodies danced together in a timeless rhythm.

The heat from the initial spark, grew and spread like a 
flame in her belly. She was caught in the limbo of the 
electric rush before her orgasm would come.  He circled 
his fingers more insistently and she felt the first spasm 
begin, and continue, until she was lost to the undulations
and contractions of her sex around his cock.  Mulder 
continued pumping into her, until he was met with his own 
release.

They were breathless and their bodies slid against each 
other from the sweat of their union.

Scully eventually pulled herself off of him and lay on her 
side.

Mulder reached for the bedspread and pulled it over them, 
tucking it under her hip.

She lay her head on his chest and was soothed by the 
staccato beat of his heart.  He pulled her into his arms 
and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Would it be an understatement to say that was 
amazing?"

Scully smiled in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Well, Mulder, your the one who said Halloween 
was a time when magic and forces of nature were 
stronger."

He kissed the top of her head.

"We'll have to test that theory, G-woman."



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5:37
NOVEMBER 1
Washington DC


"Mulder did you put gas in the car before we left?"

He tried to lean over to look at the gauge but
his shoulder still hurt from the Phantom attack,
not to mention last night's exertions.

"Scully, it was half full when I put it in long term 
parking."

She let out a huff of air and tapped the steering 
wheel.

"Well, it says 'empty' now.  We're going to have 
to pull over before the engine stalls."

Mulder clenched his jaw, and tried to find his 
cell phone, thinking it must have gotten locked 
in the trunk.

"You know, Scully, we'd probably have more 
gas if you hadn't taken this short cut."

She parked the car and looked around for signs 
of life.  There were none.  They managed to get 
stuck on a back road in the middle of nowhere.
Scully unclasped her seat belt, but instead of 
pulling out her cell phone for help, leaned over to 
kiss Mulder.  He responded to her urgency, but 
stopped abruptly to look at her.

"Scully!  We're not out of gas, are we?"

She grinned and kissed him again.

"I had you, Mulder."

He tried to say, "You had nothing," but his 
words were stolen by another kiss.

The End

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Author's Notes:
There really was a "Youell Swinney" and the
homicides on Lovers Lane were known as the
"Moonlight Murders."  This is essentially based on a 
true story, but I twisted some details, and added
a few of my own, to suit my own purposes.
No harm or disrespect was intended to the community
of Texarkana, Texas, the victims of 1946, or their families, 
by the telling of this story. 
I claim responsibility for the recent victims, because 
those are characters from my imagination.

If you are interested in learning more about urban 
legends, 
visit:   http://www.snopes.com/ulindex.htm

If you are interested in reading more of my fanfic,
visit:   http://www.crosswinds.net/~suebeephile/

Thanks to MellyB for the research assistance and beta help.

Thanks also goes out to Nolife, Willow, Laurie, Rio, ReinUn,
North, K-Rock, and KL.

This was a new road for me, so I needed all of the help I could get.
Thank you, ladies!