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.
Saturday, July 11th, 1998
When Nicole got back to the house after picking up their dinner, she found the redhead in her kitchen. She set the bag containing their meal on the table and then walked up behind Dana where she stood at the sink. She slipped an arm around her lover’s waist from behind and nuzzled the redhead’s neck after brushing aside wet hair.
“Mmmm... you smell good.”
“I took a shower. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing some clothes.”
“You know I don’t. And that shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.” She was wearing an oversized, cotton, button-down, men’s shirt.
Dana was smiling when she turned around in the blonde’s embrace to face her. “You’re biased.”
Nicole gazed into sapphire blue eyes. “Perhaps. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful.” She looked down to see the shirt was only half buttoned, revealing lots of smooth skin. “And right now I don’t know what I want more – dinner or... dessert.” She pulled the redhead’s body against her own and kissed her.
Dana slipped her arms around the blonde’s neck and deepened their kiss. She felt her heart rate and temperature both shoot up. Then Nicole’s hands slipped under the shirt tail and cupped her bare ass. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead on the blonde’s shoulder, panting. “Dinner’s going to get cold.”
“I have an oven.” Nicole took half a step back, breaking their embrace. She then grabbed Dana’s hand and led her back to the bedroom.
Dana was once again wearing the oversized men’s shirt, but she was also wearing a pair of shorts as she followed Nicole back into the kitchen. The blonde was wearing a pair of shorts as well, and a tank top that made it difficult for Dana to take her eyes off of the blonde as she moved around the kitchen reheating their dinner.
Nicole trotted down to the basement and quickly returned with a bottle of wine to go with their meal. While the blonde got their food from the oven, Dana uncorked and poured the wine. They sat down and looked at each other.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Nicole asked softly.
Dana felt herself blush as she automatically dropped her gaze, but the blonde made her feel beautiful. She felt Nicole take her hand and bring it to her lips, lightly kissing it.
“Or how much I love you?”
She couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips. “I think you just spent the last couple of hours telling me.”
Nicole leaned over and lightly kissed the redhead on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Nicole was washing the dishes after dinner when the house phone rang for the what had to be the fifth time since they’d started dinner.
“Do you want me to get that?” the redhead asked. “Whoever it is seems to be quite intent on getting hold of you.”
“Nope. I’m with you and on my own time.” The blonde quickly dried her hands, walked into the living room and unplugged the phone, silencing it. She turned and found herself wrapped in her lover’s arms. She took in the redhead’s smile. “What?” she asked as she slid her arms around Dana.
She blushed, but answered the blonde anyway. “That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me.”
“What?” Nicole asked, confused.
“Turned off the phone to be alone with me.”
She gazed into crystal blue eyes as she reached up and tenderly caressed her lover’s cheek. “Then you haven’t been spending time with the right people.”
“No, I haven’t,” she breathed before their lips met in a tender but emotion-filled kiss. To Dana it felt like coming home.
They rested their foreheads together afterwards as they just stood in a loose embrace for a several moments. When they parted they decided to relax for a little while before going to bed by watching some television. In less than an hour they were both falling asleep on the couch, so they retired to the bedroom and were both asleep by 9:00.
“Sorry... it’s my phone,” her bedmate said as the redhead snatched her phone from the nightstand. “Scully... What?... Just a minute.” She rolled over and looked at her lover. “It’s Ian – he sounds upset.”
The blonde took the phone and brought it to her ear with a sigh. “What’s going on, Ian?”
“Where the bloody hell have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I finally had to track down Thea to get Red’s cell phone number.”
“I’ve been busy,” she replied with a smile as the redhead laid her head on her shoulder.
“Well, stop whatever you’re doing and get the hell out of there.”
“Why?” Suddenly, every sense in Nicole went on high alert.
Dana couldn’t hear what Ian was saying on the phone, but she felt the blonde’s entire body suddenly stiffen. She frowned as she sat up and looked at Nicole.
“Lance called me; he said Fritz is still in DC, and apparently he’s not going anywhere until he settles the score with you.” He paused for half a beat. “Nicole, Lance says Fritz knows where you live. So take Red and get the hell out of there.”
The blonde abruptly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood and walked over to a window. She peeked out the window through a crack in the curtains. She spotted something and clenched her jaw. “I think it’s too late for that.”
“I’m on my way. I should be there in half an hour.”
“Right.” She hung up, silently cursing herself for ignoring her phone earlier. If she’d answered her phone, or just checked her messages even, she’d have known and could have gotten Dana to safety. But now it was too late – there was someone already watching the house. As a master vampire, a lack of invitation was not going to prevent Fritz, or any humans helping him, from coming inside. And once a master vampire entered, so could a few of his vampire followers.
“Nicole, what’s wrong?” Dana asked with concern.
“Get dressed.” The blonde suddenly turned and grabbed a pair of jeans which she quickly slipped into before putting on some tennis shoes.
“What’s going on?” Dana asked as she pulled on her shorts and shirt.
Nicole snatched her tank top off of the floor and pulled it on, then grabbed the redhead’s hand. “Come with me,” she said, pulling Dana along behind her.
“Nicole! What’s going on?” She tried to get the blonde to stop, but Nicole was too strong as she pulled Dana through the kitchen and opened the door to the basement.
“I’ll explain, but right now I don’t have time. We’re about to have some unwanted guests,” she said on the way down the steps and through the wine cellar to the workout room behind it.
Dana’s eyes widened when the blonde pulled one of the padded mats off a wall and revealed what looked to be a door to a safe. Nicole punched in a code into the cipher lock and pulled the door open. She slapped her hand against a control and turned on the light. Only after the blonde pulled her inside the vault did she let go of Dana’s hand. The redhead could only look around the room in stunned silence.
There were weapons of all sorts hanging on the walls – guns, knives, bows, swords, and a few things she didn’t recognize. The blonde took down a crossbow small enough to be used one-handed and slipped several bolts into the back pocket of her jeans. She then slipped a couple of knives in her waistband and took down a long, sharp sword.
“Stay here until I come and get you,” Nicole said as she stepped out of the vault and started to shut the door.
The door closed without another word from the blonde.
Nicole hadn’t even reached the top of the basement stairs when she heard glass breaking. No more time for second guessing. Showtime, she thought grimly to herself. She would certainly have preferred to be more prepared for a showdown with Fritz, a time and place of her choosing, but things didn’t always go the way you wanted them to.
She crouched on her way through the kitchen. Peeking around a corner, she saw someone coming through a broken window in the living room. That would be one of Fritz’s humans. She took out one of the knives, stepped around the corner, and threw it. The knife pierced the back of his hand and embedded in the window frame, pinning him in place.
“Looking for me?” she asked just before coldcocking him, causing his upper body to hang from his impaled hand. She pulled out the knife and, wiping the blood off on her jeans, slipped it back into her waistband. The next sound came from the kitchen – the back door.
Nicole held off the intruders for several minutes. But then they smartened up and came at her from more than one direction. She was fighting with three men when the front door was kicked in. They all stopped fighting and looked as Fritz walked into her house as if he owned it. The three men backed away as Master and Malakim faced each other in heavy silence.
Fritz was the one to break the hushed stillness. “You have been a royal pain the ass, Virtue.”
“Glad to hear it,” she replied with a disdainful smirk.
“You made me give up my nest here in Washington.”
“You tried to kill me–”
“I’m only sorry I failed.”
“–and killed an innocent instead.”
“You killed her!”
He moved forward, forcing her to look up to maintain eye contact, and glared down into her eyes. “She would be alive if not for your actions, and we both know it.”
The blonde clenched her jaw in an effort to keep from falling into his trap. Too late. He smiled, coldly and knowingly.
“Some Virtue you are. What makes you think you can touch me? You can’t even protect one poor, helpless, innocent woman. You failed. You’re a failure as a Virtue, a failure as a warrior... a pathetic failure.”
He turned his back and walked away. “Finish her.”
Four vampires that had followed Fritz into her house attacked. Nicole fought fiercely, managing to kill two of them. But in the end, she was bested.
Dana tried to push the door open, but it was locked. She searched for some kind of control that would release the heavy door, but to no avail. She took a couple of deep breaths and then took a closer look at her surroundings.
Besides the weapons hanging on the walls, there were boxes stacked against two of the walls. She opened one and discovered some ammunition in a variety of calibers – bullets that were apparently made out of silver. Opening other boxes she found dried and canned food, full water jugs, some religious texts, more weapons, and expensive electronic equipment. What the hell is going on? And what is Nicole doing with all of this stuff?
She moved something aside on a shelf and saw a control panel and monitor screen like the ones upstairs that were tied into Nicole’s alarm system. Dana had never seen the blonde use the panels to do anything other than to turn the alarm system on or off when they left or arrived at the house, and she’d never seen the monitor screens turned on. She began to push different buttons in an effort to either get the alarm to go off or to turn on the monitor – preferably both. It didn’t take long for her to let out a frustrated yell and to slam the side of her fist against the controls.
Something beeped... and then the monitor came on.
Dana stared in horror at the image on the security monitor. Two men were holding Nicole in a kneeling position by pressing down on her shoulders and pulling up and back on her wrists, straining the muscles of her shoulders, arms, and back. A third man, older, stood over her lover, hatred clearly evident in his expression.
When the man grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head up, Dana saw her lover’s battered face – bloody nose, black eye, split lip, cut and bleeding eyebrow and cheek. She saw the man’s lips move, but there was no sound. Then she saw Nicole defiantly spit blood onto the man’s suit.
Fritz looked down at the red stain on the front of his expensive, silk suit. With lightning speed he struck, punching her in the side of her face.
She let out a chuff of derisive laughter. “You’re a big man, Fritz, letting others do your dirty work for you. Sure, you can hit me – but only after siccing your goons on me and while two of them hold me down. Fucking coward.”
He lashed out and struck her again, before signaling the two vampires holding her down to let go of her. “Fine. It’ll be my pleasure to beat you to a bloody pulp... and then I’ll drain you dry.” He took off his suit jacket and handed it to one of the others as he waited for the blonde to regain her feet.
Dana never felt so helpless as she did watching her lover getting beaten on the screen of the monitor. After Nicole was allowed to stand up, the man hit her again, sending the blonde flying across the room. She landed on and broke the coffee table. It didn’t appear like Nicole was even trying to fight back as the man continued to land punch after punch.
When Nicole was knocked down for the fourth or fifth time, and didn’t get back up, the man signaled for his two ‘helpers’ to pick the blonde up. They marched across the room and one of the men grabbed her left arm.
Finally, one of his punches sent her flying so that she landed within easy reach of the couch. She slipped her right hand and arm under the couch and felt for her sword which had slid there earlier. She felt a hand clamp around her left arm and the presence of the second vampire to her right. When the one the vampire yanked on her arm, jerking her up off the floor, she brought the sword up and neatly separated his head from his shoulders. Before his body turned to dust, she continued the arc and beheaded the second vampire as well.
She squared her shoulders as she faced Fritz. “Now that we’re alone, let’s try this again.” She spat some blood onto the floor and held her sword at the ready.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. The two men Nicole had just beheaded had turned to dust! It had to be a trick or... something. People just didn’t turn to dust. Feeling like she was watching some kind of horror show, Dana couldn’t tear her eyes from the screen as the man suddenly transformed into some kind of monster. His pale complexion and mostly white hair morphing to a grayish, almost reptilian appearance; no hair; eyes sunken; nose, mouth, and ears all misshapen.
“Nicole!” She hit the monitor again in frustration, inadvertently turning on the sound.
He pulled the body and the ornamental handle of his cane apart, revealing a hidden sword. “You do know the origin of my family name, don’t you? Klingemann means weapons smith. I have over 1200 years of practice wielding a sword. You’re no match for me, Virtue,” he declared in a condescending tone.
“And I have the Creator’s mandate to destroy you, Vampire,” she snarled in return. “You will die here tonight.”
He let out a yell as he attacked. Dana watched as the two combatants went at each other, both drawing blood with glancing cuts to arms and legs. He shoved the blonde into a wall, momentarily stunning her. That was when his sword struck home, entering her abdomen near her side and exiting through her back and into the wall. He grinned in triumph as she cried out in pain.
Suddenly Nicole’s entire body seem to have a silvery-white aura, and she appeared to have sprouted large, snow white wings!
Fully shifting into Malakim form, Nicole grabbed the wrist of the hand wielding the sword and squeezed as hard she could. She felt more than heard the bones in his wrist break. He pulled out of her grasp, taking the sword with him. He quickly shifted the weapon to his other hand as the blonde pushed off the wall with her wings and advanced on him.
Fritz was having trouble defending against the blonde’s attack. She kept advancing and advancing. He ducked a swing of her blade that would have decapitated him, only to be thwacked so hard by a wing that his teeth rattled. He lost his sword, batted away by an expertly timed parry. The next thing he knew, he was on his knees, the Malakim holding him from behind with an arm around his neck. He felt an impossibly painful sensation. Looking down, he saw the wooden stake, a piece of the broken coffee table, protruding from his chest.
“Welcome to hell, Fritz,” she hissed in his ear, just before a balletic swing of her blade that removed his head.
His body fell to the floor with a thud, and then began to slowly turn to ash.
Unable to remain standing, Nicole crumpled to her knees. Her sword dropped to the floor with a clang as her vision dimmed and she wavered. Her eyes closed and she collapsed.
Tears blurred the image on the screen. Dana’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. Her mind unable to grasp the reality of what she’d witnessed – Nicole in a bloody sword fight, the decapitation of two men who then turned to dust, the transformation of a man into a monster, Nicole sprouting wings and looking every bit the image of an angel, Nicole killing the monster and then collapsing from the obvious blood loss – focused only on the fact that she could very well be watching her lover die while she was locked in a hidden room in the basement.
She’d never felt so helpless. She tried hitting button after button on the control panel in an effort to be heard, only to turn it off completely. “No!” She couldn’t get it to come back on.
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