Evil Follows Evil
By Lori Theodore (AKA PhantmCat)
August 22, 1995

Necessary, official sounding, legal gobbledygook (Y'know, it wouldn't be the
same without it):
Mulder, Scully, and the rest of the X-Files family are the creations and
property of Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting and
have been used without permission.  The other miscellaneous people are mine--
mostly. :)

Part Two

     Taking Scully by the shoulders, Mulder positioned her up against a
nearby desk and pinned her there with his hips.  She could feel his body's
physical response to the raw emotion in his eyes.   He took her face in his
hands and brushed his lips lightly against hers--just enough to tease.  Dana
thought her heart would stop.
     "I want you, Scully," he said in a husky voice.
     "Mulder, I don't know if this is such a good idea--"
     He silenced her with his lips.  This kiss was slow and sensuous at first
and she could taste the sugary sweetness of the donut he'd been eating.  The
chemistry between them was instant and, as their passion increased, the kiss
became rough--demanding.
His hands were moving down her back.  Dana could feel her body involuntarily
reacting to the connection between them, even as her mind screamed she was
making a big mistake.  She no longer cared.  No man had ever caused this type
of reaction in her before today and she didn't want it to ever stop.  His
lips traveled to her neck and she tilted her head back, allowing him easier
access.  She sighed with pleasure and he uttered something that sounded like
a growl as his hand move under her skirt.  He caressed her leg slowly,
fingers moving ever closer to the tender flesh of her inner thighs.  She
inhaled sharply and used her own hand to guide him even nearer to that
sensitive place which so desperately needed his touch.
     This was heaven!  This was all she ever dreamed of!  This was---
     A knock at the door startled Scully out of her lust induced fog.
Silently cursing, she roughly pulled away from Mulder.  He started to reach
for her again, but the knock came more insistent. 
     "Come in," she shouted, while simultaneously smoothing her skirt.
     Their immediate supervisor, Assistant Director Walter Skinner, stepped
into the office.  Skinner, a balding but ruggedly handsome man in his
forties, surveyed the scene before him with interest.  Both agents were
leaning against the desk--Scully looked startled, Mulder looked angry.  Their
faces were flushed, and they were both breathing heavily.  He forced himself
to suppress a grin since he'd wondered about the nature of their relationship
for a while.  This merely confirmed his suspicions and Skinner was secretly
pleased.  He didn't know of two people who needed each other more.
     "Director Skinner," Scully said nervously, "This is certainly a
surprise."  She wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, hoping her
lipstick wasn't smeared.  Mulder passed the back of his hand over his mouth,
as well.  A look of defiance flashed in his eyes, as if he dared Skinner to
say something.  Skinner simply looked over the top of his glasses at them.
     "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked sternly 
     "Uh, Of course not, Sir.  Agent Mulder and I were just. . . having some
breakfast before we get to work."  She fidgeted with her skirt, which was
still crooked.
     Skinner raised an eyebrow.  "Breakfast?"
     Brilliant, Dana, she thought, Really brilliant.  "Uh, yes, Sir," she
responded, clearing her throat.  "Would you like a donut?"
     "No, thank you, Agent Scully.  I've already had _my_ breakfast."
     "Uh, right, Sir."
     The entity in Mulder was furious and he wanted to kill Skinner for
interrupting his pleasure.  He knew the anger simmering within him could kill
the man if not carefully contained, and he couldn't risk drawing any more
attention to Mulder than he already had.  As Skinner turned to close the
door, the demon unleashed its fury to send the door slamming shut so hard the
wood splintered.  Skinner leapt back; both he and Scully were clearly
startled.  Mulder's eyes were glowing green, but they were too preoccupied by
the mysterious door to notice.  Gradually, his eyes returned to their normal
color.
     "Damn!" Skinner exclaimed, staring at the hand which had reached for the
door.  "Did I do that?"
     "I don't think so," Scully responded shakily.
     "Well, it was obviously neither of you.  You're nowhere near the door.
It must've been me."  He inspected his hand again and shook his head.
"Shit!" 
     "Are you all right, Sir?"
     "Yeah, I'm fine."  He cast a suspicious glance at the door.  "I'll get
someone down here to get that fixed."  He didn't notice that Mulder was
staring at him with barely concealed hatred.  "Getting back to business, I
have a case I need the two of you to look into."  He handed a file to Mulder.
     "What kind of case?"  Mulder asked skeptically.
     "I need you and Scully to drive up to Chase, Maryland.  It's just
northeast of Baltimore.  A federal employee was murdered there last night.
Witnesses claim the crime was committed by   a--" he cleared his throat, "a
hairy, 9 foot tall, man-beast."
     "Sir, you didn't come all the way down here for a . . . bigfoot
sighting."
     Skinner pulled his glasses off and massaged his eyes.  "No, Agent Scully, I
didn't.  Actually I came down here for two reasons.  First, I had to get the
hell out of my office.  They're painting up there and its giving me a
headache.  Secondly, I needed to speak with Agent Mulder."
     "Why am I not surprised?" Mulder commented under his breath.
     "Did you have an altercation with Agent Frank Caruthers this morning?"
     Mulder rolled his eyes and sighed.  He felt anger rising to his face. "I
passed the man in the hallway.   He was very antagonistic.  Caruthers hates
my guts--he's been badmouthing me for years."
     "So you in no way harmed him?"
     "I don't want anything to do with the man."
     "Director Skinner," Scully said, "I passed Caruthers in the hall, as
well.  He was mumbling incoherently."  She hesitated, "With all due respect,
Sir, I think he's...a couple of French fries short of a Happy Meal."
     "Forget French fries, Scully," Mulder sneered.  "We're talking a whole
hamburger."
     "Agent Scully," Skinner said, "from the sound of it, you've been
spending too much time around Agent Mulder, but I have to agree with you.
We've got Caruthers isolated right now.  He was stumbling through the lobby
shouting that Mulder was possessed by the devil." 
     "Director Skinner," Mulder said with contempt, "I've been called a lot
of names in my years with the FBI--Spooky, even crazy, but I've never
actually been accused of being the tool of Satan."  His voice positively
dripped sarcasm.  "Am I in some kind of trouble?"  
     Skinner put his glasses back on.  "Of course not, Agent Mulder.  We've
had problems with Caruthers in the past.  I think it's safe to assume
he's...not well."  Skinner shook his head.  "Possessed by the devil, that's a
good one."  He looked at Mulder.  "We'll require a statement from you later."
     "Gladly.  I already have a bad enough reputation without help from the
likes of Caruthers."  The demon's dangerous anger subsided.  The incident
with Caruthers had been a close call.  He would have to learn to control his
temper better if he didn't wish to be discovered.  The bigfoot case had been
a stroke of luck.  He realized he couldn't have arranged a better opportunity
to be alone with Scully if he had planned it himself.  The drive to Chase,
Maryland would be an interesting one.
     "That's all then.  I wanted you to get started on this investigation as
soon as possible. Drive safely."  Skinner started to leave then turned back.
"Oh, by the way, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, try to hold off on _lunch_ for a
little while.  Okay?"
     Scully blushed bright red.  She didn't see the grin on Skinner's face as
he stepped out of the office.

     Scully stood to one side watching as Mulder signed a car out of the
motor pool.  He hadn't said more than two words since they'd left the office
and was acting uncharacteristically secretive.  She wondered if all it took
was one kiss to earn the silent treatment from him.  The attendant handed
Mulder the keys, and he gestured for her to follow him to the car he'd
selected.  He automatically went to the driver's side.  Scully climbed into
the passenger's seat.
     "Did you bring a map, Scully?"
     "Right here, Mulder," she said holding it up.  "You always forget."
     "Let me see it for a minute."
     She handed him the worn road map.  He scanned it briefly then tossed it
on the seat between them.  A mysterious smile momentarily crossed his face as
he started the car and pulled out of the garage.
     Dana's head was swimming with conflicting emotions and, for some reason,
she felt strangely helpless.  In the past, she'd always been the one to
retain a clear head--to feel so out of control was frightening.
     This was Mulder she was fantasizing about!  Mulder!  He'd always been
off limits.  Safe.  Look but don't touch.  But now--that kiss had awakened
something she'd been struggling to keep buried deep inside.  Even as she
watched him do something as mundane as driving, she was powerfully attracted
to him.  In fact, she wanted desperately to finish what they'd started in the
office.  She'd dreamed of a deeper relationship with him for so long.  Why
didn't it feel right?  Why were there so many alarm bells ringing in her
head?
     He caught her staring at him, and grinned.  She turned away in
embarrassment, hoping that telltale flush hadn't crept into her cheeks.  This
was too much!  She questioned why it had happened--how it had happened? Not
that she hadn't enjoyed it, but they'd managed to keep their feelings in
check since the day they met one another.  What had been so different about
this particular morning?  After all, the opportunity had certainly been there
last night.  If they were going to make the move, why hadn't they done it
then, instead of in the middle of the J. Edgar Hoover Building?
     And then there was Skinner.  Oh God, Skinner!  Just the thought of his
name brought complete and utter humiliation.  The man wasn't blind, by any
means.  Scully was absolutely sure Skinner figured out what had taken place.
It wasn't like she and Mulder had been subtle about it or anything.  Hell,
who would have expected Skinner to show up at their office door?  He rarely
ventured down to the far reaches of the basement.  Then, on the one occasion
he did decide to just drop in, he found her with lipstick all over her face
and her skirt hiked up.  It was a wonder she and Mulder hadn't been
disciplined there on the spot.  Why had Skinner, of all people, chosen not to
say anything?  It was a good thing he hadn't arrived any later, or he would
have found them doing "the wild thing", as Mulder had once so aptly put it,
right there on the desk.  She was relieved Skinner hadn't found them in such
a compromising position, but secretly disappointed it never happened.
     Scully's musings were interrupted when Mulder pulled to a stop at a
traffic light.  Her gaze was drawn to a plain, young girl, possibly in her
late teens or early twenties, sitting on a bench at a bus stop.  She was
staring at Scully with eyes so big and sad, Dana thought her heart would
break.  There was something vaguely familiar about the girl.  Scully couldn't
help but think of her as a friend, even though she couldn't recall having
ever seen this person before in her life.  The woman had an aura of safety
and protection about her.  Why did she seem so familiar?
     Scully glanced over at Mulder to find him staring at the girl, as well,
only his eyes were filled with malice and loathing.
     "What's the matter, Mulder?  You know her?"
     "Yeah," he answered derisively, "I know her."
     When the light changed to green, Mulder pulled away from the corner so
fast, the tires squealed against the pavement.  Scully turned around to watch
the girl until she disappeared from sight.  She wondered what it was about
that plain, young woman that upset him so, and where he possibly could have
known her from.   At first, she felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy,
but when she saw Mulder's hostile expression, she knew he had no love lost
for the girl.  Scully wanted to ask him about it, but thought better of it.
Now obviously wasn't the time.
     As they drove on, Scully became increasingly concerned about her
partner.   Every now and then, she would find him staring at her for no
reason.  More and more, when she looked into his eyes, she had a hard time
finding the man she knew as Fox Mulder there. She could easily imagine
someone other than her partner looking out at her and found the idea deeply
disturbing.  There was none of Mulder's usual humor in his gaze, no
gentleness, no warmth.  His eyes appeared almost wicked--inhuman.  But that
was crazy!  How could Mulder's expressive eyes appear anything _but_ human?
     She remembered Caruthers' rantings--he'd insisted that Mulder was evil.
Could he possibly be seeing something that she didn't?  Mulder said Caruthers
was crazy, but was he really?
     Scully sighed.  Her whole world had turned upside down this morning.
Nothing made sense anymore.  So, Mulder was acting strangely.  Maybe his
world had been shaken up, too.  Perhaps their encounter had scared him.  It
was nonsense to believe that Caruthers words were anything more than the
deranged hallucinations of a madman.
     Still, she instictively felt for the reassuring presence of the tiny,
gold cross she wore on a chain around her neck.
     It wasn't there.
     She remembered she'd left it at home on her dresser.  The clasp on the
chain had broken just this morning, and she'd been unable to wear it.  Dana
wasn't a superstitious person, but she couldn't help but wonder if that was a
terrible omen.

     "Mulder," Scully asked, craning her neck to see the road sign they'd
just sped past, "are you sure were going the right way?"
     "I've always gotten us where we were going before, haven't I?"
     The Maryland countryside was beautiful.  The fresh leaves on the trees
were a welcomed change from the drab browns and the dirty grays of winter.
The sky was cloudless, and Scully became so immersed in the view and her own
thoughts, she'd lost track of their location on the road map.  She was so
accustomed to letting her partner do the driving,  she'd simply assumed he
was going the right direction.  They took Interstate 95 through Baltimore,
and, by her calculations, should have nearly reached their destination.   She
was so startled by the route marker she'd seen that she grabbed the map from
the seat.
     "Y'know, I don't think we should have turned back there.  According to
the map..."
     "Trust me, Scully."
     "But look here--" she started to point something out to him, but he
snatched the map out of her hand.
     "I know where I'm going."
     "Mulder, if you'd quit being so stubborn and give me the map back, I'd
show you--"  She reached for the map.
     "Don't touch it, Scully," he hissed.
     "Pardon me," she said sarcastically.  Dana suddenly felt very much like
a caged animal.  Mulder was acting like a stranger.  She had to get out of
these close quarters, atleast for a little while.  He was beginning to
frighten her.  Maybe she really didn't know him after all. 
     "Listen," she said, after a few minutes of nervous silence, "why don't
we get something to eat?  I'm starved.  Maybe while were stopped we can
figure out where we are."
     "Ready for _lunch_ already?" he asked, laughing.  He reached for her leg
and she pushed his hand away.
     "That's not the type of _lunch_ I had in mind."
     Scully's skirt had crept up a couple of inches above her knee.  She
pulled it down, uncomfortable with the way Mulder kept leering at her leg.
After a couple more miles of driving, he pulled into the unpaved driveway of
a tiny, wood-paneled building.  The electric sign in the window proclaimed in
bright pink letters "Dottie's itchin."  The "K" in "Kitchen" was not working
properly and only blinked on occasionally.  The restaurant was barely visible
from the road due to a row of thick pine trees, and Scully guessed this is
why it had no business.  There were only two other cars in the entire parking
lot.
      The interior of the restaurant was rustic, but well-kept.  The empty
tables were covered with the traditional red and white checked table cloth,
and each held a vase with a couple of faded silk flowers.  Mulder and Scully
were the only customers.  Mulder selected a booth in the corner.  They each
took a beat-up menu from the table and quickly scanned it.  A couple of
minutes later they were greeted by a fresh-faced young girl with black hair,
bangs, and a ponytail.  She seemed almost too perky, and reminded Scully of a
high school cheerleader.
     "Hi, Folks.  I'm Sally."  She was noisily chewing a large piece of
bubblegum.
     "I thought this was "Dottie's Kitchen?" Mulder quipped.
     "Not no more.  Dottie's dead."
     Mulder said what Scully was thinking.  "Not from the food I hope."
     The girl laughed.  "Heck, no.  Dotty was 98.  Had one tooth right here
in the middle of her lower gum, and it was about to fall out."  Scully tried
to smile politely.  "Y'all ready to order?" 
     Scully ordered a chicken salad sandwich and a cup of coffee, Mulder a
bacon-double cheese burger with fries and a large coke.  The food was served
promptly and Scully had a healthy appetite.  She'd taken about three bites of
her sandwich when she realized Mulder seemed less interested in eating his
food than watching her.  She set her sandwich down.
     "Mulder, why do you keep staring at me like that?"
     He smiled and began sensually tracing the back of her hand with the tip
of one of his fingers.  "Because I want to take you right here on the table."
     Dana nearly choked on the bite of sandwich she was chewing.  She shifted
nervously and unconciously crossed her legs, not knowing what to make of her
partner's behavior.  He acted like his hormones were out of control and it
bothered Scully that he kept talking this way.  What bothered her even more
is that she knew she'd go along with him in a heartbeat if given the
opportunity.
     "Mulder, what's gotten into you?"
     He laughed aloud--obviously finding the question quite humorous.  It was
a strange sound coming from him.
     The waitress reappeared a minute later carrying a fresh pot of coffee.
Scully watched the good humor drain out of her partner's face to be replaced
by a look she'd seen more than once today--pure malice.
     "Would you like a refill on your coffee?" the young girl asked
enthusiastically.
     "No, thank you," Scully responded with a smile.
     The moment Scully turned her attention to the girl, Mulder's eyes
flashed deep green.       The entity was angered that its private time with
Scully had been cut short yet again.  With a thought, he unleashed a burst of
energy and caused the hot coffee to splash up onto Sally's neck and shirt and
she cried out in pain. The coffee pot fell to the floor and shattered,
sending the hot liquid splattering everywhere.  Scully jumped back, but some
of it sprayed her seat and the bottom of her skirt.  
     The teenager ran off toward the kitchen sobbing.  Scully glanced at
Mulder who was smiling maliciously.  Feeling responsible for her partner's
cruel behavior, she started to go after Sally, but he grabbed her arm and
held her back.  Dana was startled to notice a familiar person frantically
motioning her toward the restrooms across the room.  Her eyes were drawn to
the peculiar young girl, and she forced her gaze away so she wouldn't alert
Mulder to her presence.
     "Dammit, Mulder, you find this funny?"
     "Actually, I do."
     "You're sick!" She jerked her arm free.  "Atleast allow me to wash
myself off!"
     Scully practically ran across the room and locked herself in the safe
haven of the bathroom.  There, sitting on a small bench, was the same girl
she had seen at the bus stop just a few hours earlier.  The girl had an
almost ethereal quality about her--long, sandy brown hair which fell down to
the middle of her back and eyes that were almost too large for her face.
With a little make-up and some modern clothes, Scully thought, she would be
quite beautiful.
     "Come sit next to me, Dana." She smiled and patted the open space on the
bench beside her.
     At the sound of the girl's voice, Scully felt the goosebumps rise on her
arms.  She'd heard this voice before, she was sure.  "Who are you?" she asked
hesitantly.
     "My name is Caitlin."
     Caitlin, Scully thought.  The name doesn't ring any bells.  Why is this
person so familiar?  Why can't I place her face?  Her voice?
     She sat down beside her and the girl took her hand.  "How do you know my
name?"  Dana asked.
     "I know all about you." Caitlin replied.
     "But how--"
     "That's unimportant.  What is important--"
     They both heard Mulder shouting, "Scully, get the hell out of there now
or I'm coming in after you!"
     Dana was frightened.  Caitlin indicated she should reply.
     "I'll be right there, Mulder," she yelled.
     "I only have a minute," the young girl whispered.  "The creature who
calls himself Fox Mulder is not what he appears to be."
     "What do you mean--'creature'?"
     "Scully,"  Mulder shouted, "get your ass out here!"
     "I wish I had time to tell you everything," Caitlin said sadly.  "Dana,
an evil entity is in control of your partner's body.  It is very old and
powerful, and it will try to destroy you."
     "You give me no choice, Scully," came Mulder's voice on the other side
of the door.
     The young girl started speaking more rapidly.  "Fox's spirit struggles
toward the light, but the being is strong."
     "How do you know these thi--"
     With a giant crash, the restroom door came flying open.  The man
standing in the doorway looked less like Mulder each time Scully saw him.
Never had her partner exuded such hatred and viciousness.  Never had his
voice been so cruel.   Dana instinctively backed away from him, her body
shaking with fear.  She heard the woman whisper in her ear.
     "I'll be here when you need me, Dana."
     Scully turned to look at the woman, but the restroom was empty.
     Mulder glared at her, his expression a combination of lust and anger.
Scully knew she was in serious danger.  Out of sheer desperation, she tried
to duck past him, even though he was blocking the door to the restroom.  With
one quick movement, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back so hard
she thought he would break it.
     "Are you going to behave, little girl," came an unfamiliar voice, "or do
I get to hurt you?"
     He dragged her through the empty restaurant and out the front door
unhindered.  The waitress was nowhere to be seen, and there were no other
customers to stop him.  Once outside, he threw her up against the car door.
     "This doesn't have to be difficult," he said, releasing her arm and
turning her around so she faced him.  His voice sounded much more like
Mulder's.  He traced the curve of her breast with his right hand, lust the
predominant emotion in his eyes now.  He held her fast against the door and
planted his lips against hers.
     The magic of the kiss engulfed her.  Mulder and her together.  It was as
if he'd cast a spell over her and there was nothing else in the world except
this kiss, the way it made her feel, Mulder...
     "No!" she said, jerking her face away from his.  "You're not Mulder!
Get away from me!"
     He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back.  "You'll kiss me
and you'll like it."  Again he roughly pressed his mouth against hers.  She
pulled her face away and slapped him as hard as she could.
     "You'll pay for that," he growled, eyes on fire.  He let go of her hair
and brought one hand up to her throat.
     "You're hurting me!" she gasped, as his grip tightened.
     Abruptly, he let go of her.  Dana inhaled deeply several times trying to
catch her breath.
     "You spoke to her," he asked, "didn't you?"
     "I don't know what you're talking about," she responded, still breathing
hard.
     "She's put you in danger, you know."  As he was talking, he used one
hand to untie his necktie.  "You must choose your friends more wisely, Agent
Scully."
     "Mulder..."
     "Let's not keep up this pretense any longer.  Agent Mulder is no longer
here.  His body is my tool.  In fact, I like it so much, I think I'm going to
keep it."  He pulled the tie from around his neck.
     "Who are you?"
     He laughed.  "I don't think you really want to know."
     "Where's Mulder?"
     "He exists, in a manner of speaking.  He's feebly fighting to reclaim
what was his, but I'm too strong.  He's no match for my power.  This body is
lost to him."  He twisted a lock of her hair through his fingers.  She tried
to pull away from him.  "Now that you know the truth, Agent Scully, I can't
let you live."  He released her hair and drew one finger along the curve of
her chin.  "You can be sure I'll get what I want from you before I kill you."
     "I'll fight you every step of the way," she spat. 
     "Then your death will be that much more unpleasant."  He yanked her
purse off her shoulder, opened the car door, and threw it on the floor of the
front seat on the passenger side.  He, then, effortlessly spun her around and
threw her over the hood of the car in the manner of a police officer
arresting a criminal.  He pulled one arm and then the other behind her back
and bound her tightly with the necktie.
     "I'd take you right here, but I can't risk being spotted.  Don't worry,
I'll find a secluded place in the woods where we can take it nice and slow.
I'll make sure you suffer before you die."  He opened the back door and threw
her into the car, then climbed into the driver's seat.  "Don't worry about
the hereafter, Scully.  I'll send you company.  Your death will be the first
of many."  He started the car and pulled out of the restaurant parking lot
onto the open road.  "After I kill you, I'll go back for Skinner.  He signed
his own death warrant when he interrupted us this morning."

(Continued in Part Three)