The lamp crashed through the window of the third floor apartment and shattered as it hit the ground. Now that the window was broke the people on the street that late at night could hear the mad man inside the apartment. Some people stopped to watch the man through the window or listen and wonder why he had lost it. Finally the violence in the apartment stopped and the street was quiet once again. A few minutes later a tall handsome man exited the building and began to jog up the street.

Dana Scully moved a lump of her fine red hair out of her eyes to look at the glowing green numbers of her alarm clock. 2:03am. She groaned and rolled over, she need sleep but for some odd reason her mind kept drifting back to that night in Mulder’s hallway… Her eyelids lifted off her blue eyes and she looked around her bedroom. After a minute she sat up and climbed out of bed.

Moving from her bedroom to her kitchen, she thought about the whole Dallas project, as she called it. She had seen right through his speech about how they had been close and she had pushed him. She had said she hadn’t needed him because she wanted to hear him say what he was thinking. She wanted to hear the words come out of his own mouth that he expressed to her in every other way.

She took a cup down from the cabinet and took the milk out of the fridge. She was about to pour herself a cup when there was a knock at her door. Sighing she placed the milk back in the fridge and walked across the floor to the door.

She opened that door and everything seemed to slow down for her. The man on the other side of the door rammed into it, ripping the chain stopper out of the frame. The door slammed into her, throwing her backwards. The man who had burst into her apartment slammed the door shut as her reached for Scully.

His grip was strong and it crushed her arm as he held it. Dana tried to scream but her voice wouldn’t work, as if it was some bad dream. The man clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged her back into the darkness of her bedroom. After a minute she tasted some cotton like fiber in her mouth and cold steel encircling her wrists. Then, to her horror she felt her legs being spread apart and a cold steel closing around each of her ankles.

She writhed on the bed, desperately trying to close her legs and free herself from her binds. The man who had done this to her sat on the edge of her bed, watching her. After a minute he undressed and slowly cut the large men’s PJs off her. Now completely exposed to this man and very afraid of what he could and would do to her she fought. She battled violently and kept the man back but only for a few minutes. He soon became impotent with her and climbed atop her body.

As the man fiercely ravaged her body over and over, her mind shut down. She closed her eyes and turned away from the beast above her. In a last effort of hope her mind cried out helplessly for the man she was close too.

She was so afraid that she would never again wake early and watch the sunrise from her mother’s home. She feared that she would never again be able to gaze on the face of her savior, that she would never be allowed to tell her mother that she was happy with her life. She would never again be there to save the man she felt so strongly about. She would never be allowed to watch Fox Mulder sleep without fear of a nightmare. She would never be able to tell him that she loved him.

After several hours of being violently sexually assaulted the man began to dress. He undid all but one of the constricting objects that held her to her bed. He sneered in her face and said in a violent and serious tone, "You are mine now. I can come back for you and have my way with you anytime I please. You will never escape me."

She barely recognized the sound of the door closing as she stared into the growing light of her bedroom. The clock on her table boasted the time to be 6:30am. Her brain barely recognized anything that was going on around her. And as soon as she was sure the man had gone she wept. The colors of her room ran together and meshed as she pulled her feet and body up into a ball and tried desperately not to sleep, afraid that she would wake to find the man back in her apartment.

Mulder looked at his watch for the thousandth time and again wondered where Scully was. He had, at first, assumed that it was traffic or an unmentioned appointment, but as the day grew later and later he began to worry. He had decided to bury himself in his paper work so that he would not notice that she had not come in, but at 1 o’clock he had had enough of worrying about Scully and took matters into his own hands.

He called her cellphone and then her house, receiving no answer from them he tried her mothers, but she said that Dana wasn’t there. Mulder then left the FBI offices and made the quick drive to her home. When he stopped at her door he instantly became very afraid. It had very small indications on it of a forced entry. He pulled is gun and tried Scully’s door, becoming more worried when he found the door unlocked. Upon entering the apartment he noticed no signs of struggle or searching. When he shut the door he noticed that the chain had been ripped out of the wall, indicating that something strong had broken into Scully’s apartment when she had been answering the door, because the lock had not been tampered with.

He quickly made a sweep through most of the rooms and stopped outside the door of Scully’s bedroom. The room was in shambles and he was afraid to proceed for fear that he would find her dead. When he stepped in the room he wasn’t sure if he was happy that he’d found her alive and safe, she was curled in a ball with one hand chuffed to the bedpost.

Her body was covered in small scratches and large cuts. And her ankles held the obvious makes of a tight material cutting into her skin. He let out a shaky breath and he watched as she started shaking. He realized suddenly what had happened the night before, and he almost lost his grip of control, as he saw is wonderfully beautiful woman scared and obviously beaten.

"Scully?" his voice squeaked out her name and he cleared his throat to try again, "Dana?"

She began to make her body as small as she could possibly get and the shaking of her body increased. He stepped back, she was afraid of him. She was afraid of the only person she trusted. He shook his head and moved towards the bed, coming around to undo the handcuff that held her captive, but before he could get near her she lashed out at him, not letting him get close to her. Mulder backed away from her until he had backed into the wall and then let his knee’s give out. He slide to the floor, angry and frustrated that he could do nothing for his partner in her time of need, again.

And then his phone rang.

He answered it with a mumbled hello, not caring whom it was.

"Mulder?" Silence from him. "HEY! Earth to Mulder!"

"What?" he answered dejectedly.

"Something’s wrong." The person on the other line stated, Mulder still wasn’t paying attention. "Fox?"

The softness of the tone and the caring way in which his first name was used broke him. "Oh, god."

"Where are you?" The voice was not strong and held a hint of distress.

"Dana…oh, god."

"Mulder. Mulder I want you to listen to me."

"Monica help." The raven-haired woman of the other end of the line closed her eyes at the simple words.

"I’m on my way Mulder, just hang in there." Mulder heard the phone click in his ear and let it slide to his lap. He closed his eyes and began to do something that he hadn’t done in the longest time.

"Our father…"

Monica stepped through the doorway of Dana Scully’s bedroom and shuddered. She felt the fear in the woman, who had tended to her wounds, as she crossed the room. Mulder sat in the corner, eyes closed, obviously punishing himself for not being able to save this friend from such a horrible fate. Monica shivered as her thoughts were dragged to a time when Brian had done the same when Monica had befallen the same horrible experience.

Monica sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched naked body of Dana Scully. The woman jumped and quickly moved away from her, a look of such terror in her eyes that clenched Monica’s heart. "Dana. Dana, my child." Monica softly called to her friend, letting her voice slip into a soft Scottish accent. "Come here my friend. I will protect you. He can never hurt you again."

Dana slowly inched her way over to her once trusted friend and let her undo the bind that held her to the bed. Monica turned her head and looked at Mulder. His eyes were open and he watched the strangely magical woman, known as Monica, work her magic on his Dana Scully and help where he was of no use.

"Mulder?" Monica said softly, stilly using the Scottish accent, which seemed to calm them all. "Please call the police."

"We are the police." He said.

"But we are personally involved. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital, or at least get a doctor here." Mulder sighed and opened his phone, "Not in here Mulder. I know this hurts you but she is going to be very afraid of anything with a deep baritone to it."

Mulder left the room and the two women who had thrust themselves into his life. The trust between himself and Dana had been…no, wrong words…was still strong, but he understood that what Dana needed was not him but a woman, a friend who had a strange power and who had lived longer then he could imagine.

When Monica was sure that Mulder was out of earshot she turned to the shell of the once powerful woman beside her. She saw through to the depths of Dana Scully’s soul and didn’t like what she saw. Dana was slowly slipping away.

"I want to tell you of a woman, Dana. A woman who was like you, very powerful and strong willed. She had a small loving family and was happy with her life, but that was about to change. The winds of change where coming, as well as a very dangerous time. There was a very beautiful woman in a small town in the hills of Scotland. Her life was perfect, she was in love with a man, she had two-year-old daughter, and she lived a humble life. Then one cold and horrible day, her life changed…"

***

The storm outside strained against the raven-haired beauty’s window as she calmly braided her floor length hair. She reached to pick up a picture frame off her make-up table. The picture it contained was one of her favorites. Herself and Vincent, her Fianc�e, holding their daughter, Emily. She smiled at the picture and hoped that they were both safe on his horrible night.

They had gone to his mothers for the day and she had promised to join them that evening, but the weather had turned worse and she had phoned that she would travel up the next morning. Her wedding was no more then three days away and she was sure that marrying Vincent McKenzie was the right thing to do.

She made the rounds of the small three-story cottage, being sure to secure the windows and their shudders, more from the storm then for fear of something more dangerous. As she neared the steps that climbed to the second story bedrooms, she heard a knock at the front door. Worried for any poor soul caught in the storm, she rushed to it and opened it to accept the poor traveler.

The man rushed pasted her into the safety of the house. She closed the door and turned to the man, about to offer him food and a bed, but she was shoved against the door, pinned under the man’s weight. He savagely assaulted her mouth. She shoved the man away and swiped at her mouth.

The man, now angered by this, grabbed her arms and wrapped a string around them. He then flung the front door open and dragged her outside. He stood there with her for a moment and then picked her up and tossed her on his shoulder. He carried her across the green pastures of her home the small shack that had been built for the sheep when it rained. The man swung the door open and threw her to the floor, amongst the frightened sheep.

After closing the door he grabbed her by the front of he dress and threw he against the wall. She landed on a thin covering of straw, which didn’t break her fall. The man was atop her in seconds, once again, violently assaulting her mouth. He quickly tired of that and ripped the front of her nightdress, exposing her breasts to the man, who began to nibble and bite at them, he eventually drew blood from her bosom.

After growing more and more restless he removed his cloths and then ripped what was left of hers off as well. She closed her eyes and turned away from the man, hoping to shut out all feeling. The man, severely angered by this, yanked her head straight, then pried and held her eyelids open, forcing her to look at him.

He ravaged her body sexually many times after that and one time he began forcing his manhood on her so hard that he began ripping her walls. She held in the pain as long as she was able to, but pain one out and her scream resonated off the walls of the shack, and then was lost in the violent storm of the night.

***

Monica sat very still, the only thing on her body that moved was her arm and hand as she ran her fingers of Dana Scully’s soft red hair, comforting the woman as only a mother could comfort. Dana stirred at the strong woman’s side, lifting her head to ask a question that wasn’t voiced because Monica then continued with her story.

"The young woman was very strong and had always been, but in one single moment, that strength was stolen away. She would never again leave the shack." She took a shaky breath, "The woman’s body recovered from its wounds, but her soul had died the night that the man had destroyed her."

A tear rolled down Monica’s world hardened face. But it was quickly wiped away as Mulder cleared his throat from the doorway. The magical beauty turned her head and nodded.

"Dana, we need to take you to the hospital." Dana shook her head, a frightened child’s look in her eyes. "I will not leave you. I will stay with you the whole time and so will Fox. I promise you my friend, no magic could remove me from your side."