Title: Dana’s Malakim
Pairing: Scully/OFC (Logan)
Summary: Scully must identify Mulder’s body after his suicide. Dying of cancer, she now faces an uncertain future, a crisis of faith... and a new partner. Little does she know the extraordinary and incredible things she’s seen while with the X-Files are nothing compared to what’s to come.
Time line/Spoilers: AU. Starts immediately after S4E23 Demons.
Disclaimer: X-Files and its characters belong to C.C. and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement intended, no money be made.
A/N1: Some dialogue taken directly from the show. Although I do a bit of research for my stories, I’ve never been a cop, doctor, herbalist, psychologist, or theologist.
A/N3: All mistakes are my own. Special thanks to oxfordshoes2 for the beta.
Monday, June 9th, 1997
Logan immediately got online when she returned to her hotel room. Besides trying to make contact with her missing ‘date,’ she set up another username to try and draw out their suspect under one of his other usernames.
When there was a knock on her door she was in the middle of a chat with someone.
She took the quiet, muffled voice on the other side of the door as confirmation. With her attention on her computer screen, she didn’t bother to look through the peephole. She simply turned the handle without thought and immediately returned her full attention to her computer as she took a step back to the small table.
She didn’t get very far.
Once she’d turned the handle unlocking the door, it was kicked open with enough force to almost knock her out when it hit the side of her head and threw her against the wall. A dark-haired man burst in. He said something, but Logan couldn’t make it out through the ringing in her head. She clumsily reached for the weapon at the small of her back, but he drew back his arm and landed a hard punch in her already swelling left eye. Logan saw stars as the blow knocked her head into the wall again. It took everything she had to not black out. She kicked blindly, connecting with his shin.
“You fucking bitch!”
Logan once again tried for her weapon but the man threw his body against hers, slamming her against the wall and ramming her head into the wall yet again. Two more punches to her face and she was bleeding from her nose and the corner of her left eye. A knee to her midriff dropped her to her knees. With Logan on her hands and knees, he took the gun from the holster at the small of her back and then viciously kicked her in the stomach.
“As much as I’d love to blow your brains out, your gun would make too much noise.”
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards the bed. When he threw her onto the bed Logan grabbed for her briefcase from where it lay on the bed and swung it at him. Her instinctive action caught him by surprise. He touched his hand to his cheek to find she’d drawn blood.
“Now you’re going to pay!”
Fighting to stay conscious, Logan barely managed to use the briefcase as a shield when he lunged at her with a large knife, landing on her and pinning her to the bed. As they struggled Logan managed to wrest the briefcase from between them, tossing it away and taking with it the knife imbedded in it.
“I don’t need a knife to take care of a bitch like you!” He punched her again on the left side of her face and then wrapped his hands around her throat.
On the verge of passing out, Logan managed a sharp knee to his groin. He let go of her neck as he toppled over and onto the floor, both hands belatedly guarding his privates. Logan tried to move but darkness was taking over. She managed to roll over and slip to the floor on her knees. One eye already swollen shut, her vision was blurry as she tried to look around for her gun. She was hit from behind and into the small table, knocking it over. Her arms were pulled and twisted around her back. She winced as a zip-tie tightened around her wrists and dug in. An arm around her throat dragged her backwards and onto the bed.
In a last ditch effort before losing consciousness she jerked her head back, hearing, and feeling, the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. He grabbed the clock radio from the nightstand and smashed it against the side of her face. She went completely limp. He finally let her go, but only to retrieve his knife still stuck in the side of her briefcase. Smiling, he knelt on the bed and raised the knife.
Suddenly the door to Logan’s hotel room burst open. He looked up to see Scully and Cogley.
“FBI! Freeze!” Scully yelled.
He grabbed Logan by the neck again, moving behind her and using her as a shield. His knife pressed against the skin of her throat, drawing a thin bead of blood and threatening to do more with the slightest provocation. “You’re too late!” he sneered.
“Drop the knife!”
“No. You drop your guns, or I’ll slit the bitch’s throat!”
Scully saw her partner’s eyes flutter open for a moment, but the blonde had the good sense to remain still. There was no mistaking the madness in the man’s eyes. Scully knew her partner’s life was in her hands. She couldn’t miss. She exhaled and then squeezed the trigger.
The dark-haired man fell back, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. His knife hand fell away from Logan’s throat, but not without inflicting a deeper cut. Cogley rushed forward, verifying the perp was dead and calling for an ambulance. Scully ran to the bed and knelt next to the still form of her partner and pressed her hand against the cut on Logan’s throat. Looking down at her beaten and bloodied partner made her heart ache and tears sting the backs of her eyes. She’d known the blonde less than two weeks, but she couldn’t bear the thought of losing another person in her life.
A soft moan preceded the blonde’s undamaged right eye fluttering open.
“Easy... don’t move.” Scully took her partner’s hand in her own, giving it a squeeze. “It’s okay, Nicole, you’re going to be okay.”
“Dana?” she asked weakly.
“Yes, I’m right here. Hold on, Nicole, the ambulance is on the way.”
“Mm... ‘kay.” Her right eye closed. She spoke again after a few seconds. “Dana?”
“Thanks...” Logan murmured before passing out.
“You’re welcome... partner,” Scully whispered and squeezed the hand in hers.
Parkridge East Hospital
Nicole Logan awoke to the distinct smell of a hospital and the equally distinct feeling of a concussion and heavy drugs. Her eye was no longer completely swollen shut and as she tried to swallow she felt the tug of butterfly stitches on her neck. She tried to reach for the cup of water on the bed table, but the movement made her head swim and her stomach roll.
Scully, who’d fallen asleep in the chair, jumped up at the moan that came from the blonde. She stood beside the bed and looked down at her partner. “Hey, how you doing?”
Logan took in Scully’s appearance – the blue scrubs and the weariness in her eyes. “I’m alive, so...” she croaked past her dry throat and mouth.
The redhead nodded. “Turns out you’re pretty hardheaded.” Scully tenderly felt around the swelling on the side of the blonde’s face. “You’re lucky all you’ve got is a bad concussion and a fairly minor cut on your throat.” She then held the glass of water to her partner’s lips so Logan could take a couple of sips.
“You were attacked. What do you remember about it?”
Logan closed her eyes with a sigh. “I was online, heard a knock...”
“Anything else?” Scully asked when the blonde trailed off.
“I royally fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being back here, not working undercover... I dropped my guard too much, got careless. I allowed myself to be distracted and didn’t follow basic procedure.” Logan opened her eyes and looked up at her partner. “I thought it was you at the door... I didn’t look.”
Scully didn’t miss the self-recrimination in the blonde’s dark green eyes. Nothing she could say would be worse than what her partner was already telling herself. Besides, she knew what it was like to make a mistake. She put her hand over Logan’s and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay. We both know it’s a mistake you won’t repeat.” She paused, taking in the blonde’s drooping eyes. “It’s late; get some sleep. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.”
The drugs in Logan’s system finally pulled her back under.
Tuesday, June 10th, 1997
It was midmorning when Logan next woke.
Scully was still sitting in the chair, reading a file. The redhead looked up when she heard the rustling of the sheet. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.
“It’s morning anyway.” The blonde recognized the file as a case file. “What are you reading?”
“Agent Cogley’s report on the man that attacked you.”
“What does it say?”
“Bottom line – he was Gumby.”
Scully nodded. “There’s no doubt. He was our perp.”
“So the case is closed.”
“Yeah.” She paused for a beat. “There’s one other thing.”
“Crystal Lear called your cell phone when we were in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”
“She wanted to thank us for stopping the killer... and to let you know she was leaving Albuquerque.”
“Undoubtedly changing her name in the process. Oh well, she was only an unwilling and innocent participant in all this.”
“You seem so sure of that.”
Scully still wasn’t totally convinced, but had nothing to dispute the point. Besides, the case was closed.
Monday, June 16th, 1997
When Scully had dropped Logan off at her apartment Wednesday evening after returning from Chattanooga, she had specifically told the blonde to stay home until the following Wednesday. So when Logan walked into their office Monday morning, Scully was not happy.
“What are you doing here, Logan?”
“As your doctor, I told you to take a week off and not come in until Wednesday.”
Logan looked at Scully from behind dark sunglasses. “I’m fine.”
“You were severely beaten. You have a concussion and your eye was practically swollen shut.”
Logan sat down in her chair. “I already told you that I heal quickly and didn’t need to take a whole week off. I know my own body and what I am capable of. I’m here – deal with it.”
Scully sighed with exasperation. She could either argue about it, or get on with their day. She shook her head. “Fine. But I’m going to take a look at you,” she replied as she stood and walked over to the blonde. “Take your sunglasses off.”
Logan took off her sunglasses and turned her face upwards so the redhead could exam her eye. Scully’s heart broke when she looked at the damage done to the attractive woman. Although, she had to admit the swelling and bruising wasn’t nearly as bad as she had expected. She tenderly examined the blonde’s bruised nose and black eye, apologizing as Logan winced. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I know it looks bad, but I really do heal quickly. You’ll see.”
“Not really. I admit I’m not 100%, but I am able to work. I feel fine.” Actually, the blonde didn’t feel well at all, but not because of her head. Sitting at home she had been doing nothing but beating herself up over the exceedingly stupid mistake she’d made in Chattanooga. It had been so out of character for her. She really had let her guard down too far. Her assignment may not have been what she typically did, but it was no excuse to get sloppy.
Scully simply sighed and gave Logan’s shoulder a squeeze before returning to her desk. She didn’t want to stop and count the number of time she had returned to work before being 100%. Hell, you’re not a 100% now, her inner voice nagged.
Medical Examiner’s Office
Scully had an autopsy to perform in Alexandria, VA for the local authorities that morning, so she soon left the basement office, leaving Logan to work on her official statement about the events in Chattanooga.
By the time the redhead finished, it was after lunchtime, but she wasn’t hungry. In the locker room she stripped off her scrubs and stepped under the shower, turning the water on as hot as she could stand and letting it run over her head and down the tight muscles in her neck and back.
Suddenly, tears that she’d suppressed for weeks defied her will and began streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the water and disappearing through the drain. Everything inside her was a morass of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She was full of sorrow, pain, confusion, doubt, and fear.
She was so tired. Tired of losing people and mourning them. Tired of making life and death decisions on the job. Tired of cutting open dead bodies. Tired of fearing her own death. Tired of fighting for her life.
She was dying. There was no denying it. There was nothing to look forward to. So why was she fighting it?
Scully turned her face upward and let the almost scalding water sluice away her tears and the tracks they left behind. She needed to get herself together and get back to the office. She wanted to check on Logan again to make sure she was alright. Scully was suddenly struck with the realization that she was looking forward to seeing the blonde again. Special Agent Nicole Logan was the only bright spot in her dreary world.
That thought took her completely by surprise. She’d met the blonde less than three weeks ago and barely knew the woman. For all she knew the Consortium had planted Logan in the department to spy on her. She sighed. Despite not knowing if she could really trust the blonde, Scully admitted to herself that she liked Logan. There was something about Logan she couldn’t put her finger on, but whatever it was it drew her to the woman.
She shook her head and finished her shower. She had an appointment she needed to get to before returning to the office.
Logan was reading when Scully returned to the office. When the door opened the blonde looked up and smiled. “So how did your autopsy go?”
“Routine. What are you reading?”
“Requests from the IN box. How do you feel about trying to stop a ghost from haunting a church? Or how about tracking down a chupacabra in New Mexico?”
Scully rolled her eyes. “Is there anything remotely worth investigating in either case?”
The blonde smirked. “Would it be sacrilegious to say no?”
“Sacrilegious? No. A refreshing change? Definitely,” she replied with a smile. She glanced at the clock. “Come on, Logan, let’s call it a day.” Even as Logan drew breath to object Scully continued. “I’m tired and I can tell from here that your eye is bothering you.”
Logan could tell from Scully’s tone that it wouldn’t do to argue the point, so she acquiesced. Besides it was only an hour until quitting time. “Alright.”
As they rode in the elevator Scully took a closer look at Logan. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive home?”
“I didn’t drive, I took the Metro.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
On the way to Logan’s apartment, the blonde noticed that Scully appeared tense. There was a tightening around her eyes and mouth. Also, while stopped at an intersection, Scully had failed to notice the red light had changed to green. Logan had to prompt her partner to go. When it happened a second time she became worried.
“Scully? Are you okay?”
The redhead took a couple of slow, deep breaths. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“There a 7-11 right up here on the right. Pull in there.”
Scully pulled into the convenience store parking lot and bolted from the car. Logan reached over to turn the car off and removed the keys. She then locked the car as she got out and followed her partner. She found Scully in the ladies bathroom kneeling in a stall and throwing up. When the redhead was done, Logan helped her to her feet and over to the sink. She was surprised to feel the sick woman lean against her heavily. The blonde turned on the water and wet a paper towel, handing it to her partner.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. You think you’re ready to go?”
Scully nodded weakly. She didn’t object to the arm around her waist steadying her on the way back out to the car.
Logan settled her partner in the passenger side and then got behind the driver’s wheel. Scully passed out almost as soon as the blonde pulled out of the parking lot. At her apartment, Logan parked the car. It was obvious the redhead wasn’t in any shape to go anywhere, so Logan gently picked Scully up in her arms and carried her up to her apartment. She took the woman straight to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. She didn’t know how long Scully was going to be out of it, so she decided to make her as comfortable as possible. Logan got out a t-shirt and shorts. She carefully changed Scully out of her clothes and into the t-shirt and shorts. She then pulled the covers over the redhead.
Logan stopped and petted the white cat who had watched the whole procedure from the foot of the bed. “Keep an eye on her for me, Lyssa. I’ll be in the other room.”
The cat meowed her understanding.
Logan went into her office and turned on her computer. While the system booted up, she placed a call.
“Thea, it’s Nicole.”
“Hi! How are you?”
“I’m okay. But I need your help, Thea.”
“You’re kidding! What happened to the whole ‘I work alone’ bit?”
Logan closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed. “You know that I work best alone when I’m hunting... This is different. This whole assignment is different,” she added with another sigh. “I need your help, Thea. Will you do it?”
“You know I will,” came the sincere reply.
“How soon can you come to DC?”
“You’re in the States?”
“Believe it or not, I’m already here. I had a meeting about a software program I wrote for a Beltway company.”
Logan couldn’t believe her luck. “That’s great. Are you doing anything tonight?”
“Other than ordering expensive room service and relaxing, no.”
“Then I need to meet with you. I need your expert skills.”
“Hacking or witchcraft?”
“Sounds interesting. Come to my hotel and I’ll order us both an expensive dinner from room service.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, Thea. I need you to come to my apartment.” She gave Thea the address and they ended the call. Logan started a search online, but Lyssa soon came into the room and meowed at her. “What is it, Lyssa?”
She meowed again.
Logan got up and hurried into the bedroom where she found Scully trying to sit up, looking disoriented. “Easy does it, Dana. Just relax.” She moved to her partner’s side.
“You’re at my place. You fell asleep in the car after we stopped, so I brought you here.”
Scully’s expression turned green and it was clear she was about to throw up. There was no time to get her to the bathroom so Logan quickly grabbed the wastebasket and held Scully as she leaned over the side of the bed, supporting her weight easily. After Scully’s stomach finished contracting, Logan gently helped her partner to lie back on some pillows. She went to the bathroom and returned with a clean, wet washcloth and a glass of water. She tenderly wiped Scully’s face.
The redhead took a sip of water. “I should go home.”
“You’re not in shape to go anywhere. Get some sleep. You can go when you feel better.”
Despite her will, Scully didn’t have the strength to argue. She was asleep as soon as her eyes closed. Logan left her alone.
“It’s so good to see you, Nicole.”
“It’s good to see you, too.”
The petite brunette took a good look at her. “What happened to you?” Thea asked, lightly touching the bruising on the side of Nicole’s face.
“It looks a lot worse than it really is.”
“Then why haven’t you healed?”
“It happened in front of my partner, and she’s a doctor. If I heal too quickly she’d get suspicious. Come on in and make yourself comfortable.”
“So what can I help you with this evening?”
“Have a seat, Thea. I’ll tell you over some food.”
Logan quickly made them a light meal and they talked as they ate.
“So you think someone actually gave her cancer? Is that even possible?” Thea asked.
“We’ve both seen stranger things, Thea. What I need to know is if it was done magically or not. I have to know how to fight it. If it’s magic we have to find a way to break the spell. If it’s not magic, then I need to fight it organically.”
The brunette nodded in understanding and agreement.
“And, Thea, she doesn’t believe in magic so... can you check her while she’s asleep?”
“Yes. It’s a simple spell to see if magic has been used to make her sick.”
“Do you need anything special?”
Logan took Thea to her bedroom where Scully was sleeping. Thea was struck with how pale and gaunt the redhead appeared. She centered herself and recited the spell. There was no indication of magic in use. They quietly left the bedroom.
“Magic isn’t what’s making her sick, Nicole.”
The blonde nodded and they returned to her office. “To be honest, I didn’t think magic was the cause. I’ve been researching her cancer and the treatments for it ever since the first time she got sick after her treatment. And things aren’t adding up the way they should. When we’re out of town on a case, there’s a marked improvement in her health. Her coloring, her appetite, her stamina, everything. But when we’re in town she’s worse. And while her reaction to the treatment is not particularly unusual, the timing is – she shouldn’t be getting so sick from it immediately afterwards. It should take a few hours or more before her body reacts so strongly.”
“So you think they’re doing something they shouldn’t be when she goes in for treatment.”
Nicole shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know something isn’t right.”
“You know, you haven’t been working with her very long, Nicole, and you’ve only been out of town on the one case with her. Her partner just recently committed suicide and she’s battling terminal cancer. That’s a lot to deal with, and maybe that’s all it is. God knows it’s enough for any one person to have to deal with.”
“I hear you, Thea, but my instinct says it’s more than that. There’s more going on here than meets the eye.”
Thea looked her hard for a moment. “You know something that you’re not telling me.”
“What I know is that if we don’t do anything Dana’s going to die, and I know it’s not her time.”
“Alright. Then let’s see what we can figure out.”
They got down to work at the computer in Logan’s office. Thea hacked into Scully’s medical records and printed them out for Nicole. She then downloaded everything she could find on Dr. Munson – including all personal and financial records. Once that was done, Logan gave Thea some other names and faces to track down. As Thea did that, the blonde started studying the thick stack of information they already had. About an hour later Thea interrupted Logan’s silent study.
“Just who are these men?”
“What do you mean?”
“These guys are some really heavy hitters in business and politics. Very influential.”
“I know. They’re also on my take down list.”
Thea looked up at the blonde with surprise all over her face.
Logan looked up from her reading and met the brunette’s look. “Not all evil comes in the form of demons, werewolves, and black magic. Sometimes it’s just plain human.”
Thea was a little surprised by the tone she heard in her friend’s voice.
“These men are about as evil as they come.”
Thea nodded. “Okay. I’ll get you everything I can on these guys. There’s quite a bit in the public records. But I’ll get everything I can that’s not public as well.”
It was almost midnight when Lyssa came in and meowed urgently at Logan.
“I thought it was witches who were supposed have familiars, not angels,” Thea said with a smirk.
The blonde got up and started to follow Lyssa out of the room. “Now, now, Thea, remember, I’m as human as you are.”
Logan just followed Lyssa out of the office and to the bedroom to check on her partner.
Scully was leaning over the side of the bed throwing up in the trashcan again. Nicole sat next to her and supported her again as before. She could feel Dana’s whole body tremble with the effort. She helped the redhead lie back when she was done.
Logan brushed some hair away from Scully’s face. “I’ll get you some more water. I’ll be right back.”
“No. I have to go to the bathroom,” Scully replied, trying to sit up.
Logan helped her sit up, but Scully indicated she wanted to stand and walk on her own. Her stubbornness and independence evident even through her obvious weakness and illness. The blonde walked next to her, making sure she remained on her feet.
“If you need anything, just yell,” Logan said when they arrived at the bathroom.
Scully nodded and closed the bathroom door. Logan went back to the bedroom and cleaned out the trashcan again. She then went to the kitchen and put some water on to boil for tea. With that done she headed back to her office.
“Do you want some tea, Thea?”
“Do you have some coffee?”
“Sorry, I don’t. But if you need caffeine, I’ve got some Coke.”
“That’ll do.” Thea followed Nicole back out to the kitchen.
Logan retrieved a large glass of Coke for Thea. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, for all your help.”
Thea smiled. “You know me, I’m always up for the good fight. Besides, my clan has always served yours, Nicole. It’s the way it’s been for countless generations. You’re usually just too stubborn to let me help you.”
“I know,” the blonde sighed. “I just work better alone when I’m hunting.”
“And we’ve had this conversation countless times,” Thea said with an affectionate smile. “Regardless, I’ll always be here for you – no matter what.”
“Nope. I’m enjoying being single for now. What about you?”
“Me? When do I have the time to get involved with anyone? I’m usually busy tracking and killing.”
“Well you’re not now.” Thea paused. “Oh, wait... you can, can’t you?” she lightheartedly challenged.
Nicole smiled. “Yes, Thea. I’m just as human as you are.”
“That’s not what I meant. I meant, it’s not against the rules or anything, is it?”
“You know it’s not against the rules. How else would the family line be continued down through the generations?” Logan replied as she poured hot water into a cup making some tea. She then extended her snow white wings and pulled out an inner feather. “Just keep in mind, Thea, I’m human in every sense of the word,” she said as she broke open the quill of the feather and poured the thick liquid into the hot tea.
“Right. And everyone I know has angel wings.” She paused for a beat. “Weren’t your wings black the last time I saw you?”
Logan retracted her wings and gave Thea a smirk. “That’s because it was nighttime. White wings at night would be too noticeable, so I make them black. I’m going to check on Dana.”
Nicole went to the bathroom. The door was still closed. She was a little concerned since Scully had been in there for a quite a while. She gave a light tap on the door. “Dana?”
There was no answer.
“Dana? Are you alright?”
Still no answer. Nicole took a moment to listen carefully, she could hear soft crying.
“Dana, if you don’t answer me, I’m coming in.” Logan waited a couple seconds but there was still no response. She turned the doorknob, glad to find it wasn’t locked. Once the door was open she found her partner huddled and shivering on the floor, tears rolling down her face, holding a blood-soaked hand towel to her still bleeding nose.