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 ************************************************** 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!!!!!!!!!" ************************************************** 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 ************************************************** 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." *************************************************** 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 ************************************************** 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. ************************************************* End Part 3 of 5 Urban Legends (Part 4 of 5) Headers and rating in Part 1 ************************************************* 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....." ************************************************** End Part 4 of 5 Urban Legends (Part 5 of 5) Headers and rating in Part 1 ************************************************** 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." ************************************************** 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 ************************************************** 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!