Title: White Gloves (1/1)

Author: Ms. AM

Rating: R

Spoilers: Up to Closure/SUZ

Category: V, A

Keywords: Warning to the very sensitive there is a non-graphic

rape of an occasional character.

Archiving: Ifa you wan it you cana hav it, LOL!

Disclaimer: Oh the usual I don't own any of the characters I'm

borrowing for fun.

Feedback: Send it to me, good, bad, indifferent! C'mon you

know you wanna! *G*

Summary: "I had to buy white gloves to cover the bruises your

fingers left on my wrists..."

White Gloves (1/1)

"You betrayed me." A statement, simple and to the point.

Circling from the back to the side of the chair, he speaks

again. "You lied to me." Moving again, eyes meeting eyes.

"I'm dying."

A plume of smoke circles around his head as gnarled

yellow-gray fingers pull the cigarette from his lips. Rather

than look into his sickly, gaunt face, she follows the slow,

lazy trail of the ashes from fiery red to gray-black as they

drift to the carpet.

"How could you, Teena?"

Getting no response, his voice hardens. "After all these

years, after everything I've done for you.... Everything we

meant to each other?"

"You've done nothing for me--ever."

"That's not true. How, how can you say that? I loved you--

love you still."

Her eyes finally rise, catch and hold his. "You don't know

the meaning of the word--I wonder if you ever did."

He kneels, grabs her hand. "I do... I did, before you

married Bill. We...." Teena Mulder wrenches her hand

away, violently.

"YOU RAPED ME," her words are blunt.

He shakes his head in reply.

"No, of course you wouldn't remember it that way. I,

however, have never forgotten."

* * * * * *

The ground was chilly, wet, soaking her blouse and skirt.

Both of her wrists were held in one of his. He kissed her

over and over, lips suckling, nipping at her own trying to

infuse desire with his motions.

Tears, his tears fell onto her face. "Teena, Teena....You

were supposed to wait for me, I love you."

"Stop--please," she pleaded.

His hand squeezed her breast, the other raised her skirt

and tugged at her panties, ripping the crotch. The sound

of a zipper was unmistakable; she took a deep breath,

attempting to relax.

Looking deeply into his eyes she spoke as calmly as she

could, but was unable to control the thundering of her

heart. "Please, please don't do this to me. To us, to what

we were.... You were my first love."

He closed his eyes. "Tell me you love me, Teena. Tell me

you'll be mine." She shook her head slowly. "I know

you do, I'll prove it to you... because I love you."

He kissed her again, swallowing her cry of pain.

Later he walked her home, his coat wrapped around her

trembling form. On the porch she handed it to him

wordlessly.

"Teena," he began. "I'm leaving tomorrow for my next

round of training... I...."

She stood in the doorway; her eyes were reddened, but

the tears didn't fall. "Good luck."

And the door closed in his face.

Two days later she became Teena Mulder.

Six weeks later, Teena Mulder found out she was

pregnant.

* * * * * *

"You weren't overtly violent. You didn't strike me. But I

asked--I begged you to stop. I had to buy white gloves to

cover the bruises your fingers left on my wrists while you

restrained me. I kept them on through the entire wedding

and reception."

She pauses, taking a breath. C.G.B. Spender stood, still

listening in front of her.

"Your image, your face--haunted me my wedding night.

When Bill grabbed my wrists I almost screamed in terror.

The next morning he saw the marks and apologized for

being too rough, when he was nothing but gentle. He

cried for something he hadn't done," Teena sighs.

The cigarette falls to the carpet, where he crushes it with

his shoe before turning from her.

"Did you always know he wasn't my son?"

"Yes."

He spins on her. "Then why--tell me--WHY let me think

Fox was my SON?"

Teena looks smug. "I never told you he was. You

assumed and I didn't deny it. After Bill started working

with you, after Samantha.... I was even more afraid for my

son then--especially then. I wasn't going to let both my

children be taken from me. I let you believe the lie," she

concludes.

"I trusted you--it's because we aren't father and son that I

am dying. You used me to save Bill Mulder's son!"

"Yes I did. You were going to let him die from, from

whatever it was afflicting him. I knew forcing you to feel

guilt for your own son's death was the only way you'd

help him. So yes--I used you to cure Fox."

"I cured you once too, Teena, don't forget that. You

would have died from that stroke--"

"I am. Your so called 'healer' cured one ailment and

another flourished in its wake--wait.... NO, No!"

He leans his face in close to hers.

"Right, Teena--cures are a funny thing. Sometimes they

last and sometimes they don't."

He stands and lights another cigarette, taking a long drag

before turning and exiting the room. With a trembling

hand Teena reaches for her teacup, accidentally bumping

the TV remote. The disappearance of Amber Lynn

Lapierre catches her attention--Fox would be there.

She knows she needs to speak to him, explain to him,

warn him. He once asked who his father was and she had

raised her hand in anger; she remembers the flash of heat

across her palm.

She picks up the phone and exacts a promise of contact

when he returns from California.

* * * * * *

Teena wakes to several men in her home, including

C.G.B. Spender.

"It has to be this way, Teena. You can't interfere--I'm

sorry."

A call.

An answering machine.

A mother's cryptic message.

Teena hangs up the phone and looks around at the duct

tape now covering her home.

"Take them."

She takes the pills from his shaking hand, washing

them down with warm water.

C.G.B. Spender watches as Teena Mulder slips from

sleep to death.

But later, alone and staring into the flames of the fire, he

is almost surprised to find his revenge doesn't seem as

sweet as it once would have....

The End...

Authors Notes: Having Mulder be CSM's son is way to

Star Wars for me. *G*