Chapter Five: The Dream Curse

Title: Dangerous Undercurrents
Author: Chad Moore
Email: Chad_Skywalker@webtv.net
Feedback: Please
Archive: Yes, just tell me where
Pairing: M/O
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The X-Files
Spoilers: None, this is pre-XF
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder belongs to CC and 1013. I'm
only borrowing him. All other characters are my creations.
Huge Beta Thanks: Bertina
Author's Note: A quote used in this chapter is from "The Fairies" by William
Allingham.

Chapter Five: The Dream Curse
by Chad Moore

Three in the morning and a strange, unearthly mist rolled its way along the
grounds of Oxford University. Sebastian Beal walked through a courtyard,
buttoning up his jacket against the chill. From somewhere in the distance, a
storm signalled its approach with a roll of thunder. He'd have just enough time
to return home before it broke. Jamie had left him a thank you note, and
Sebastian hoped that things worked out for him.

As he rounded a building toward High Street, he became aware of an uneasy
sensation. A shiver of fear took hold and he suddenly realized that he couldn't
move. He scanned the misty darkness feverishly, willing his legs to work.
Something large and angry loomed up into his line of vision. A streak of sweat
slid down Sebastian's frozen face. Taking a deep breath to still his panic, he
concentrated on his hand. The hungry, slithering creature drew closer.
Grimacing from the effort, he managed to move his hand up and inside his shirt.
Hanging from a neck chain was a symbol that caused the Leviathan to shudder.

"Go!" Sebastian fiercely whispered, the pentagram held firmly.

The horror swayed uncertainly. With a hiss, it disappeared back into the fog.
A streak of lightning illuminated the sky and Sebastian exhaled in relief, able
to move once more. 'The Leviathan sensed the Chosen One on me?' he asked
himself.

~oo0oo~

Wrapped warmly in the arms of his lover, Jamie slept peacefully beside Mulder.
Out in the darkness, a creature born of legend roared. Unconsciously, the
fingers of Jamie's right hand stretched taut...

~oo0oo~

It was half past noon and Fox Mulder had been awake for a couple of hours. He
lay curled up in the soft bed, arms securely wrapped around Jamie's sleeping
form. Having propped up a pillow, he'd slowly placed Jamie's head onto his
chest. He didn't dare wake him. For the first time, Mulder felt a contentment
he hadn't known in years. He was happy just watching his lover's gentle
breathing and listening to the soothing rain outside.

Aroused from his thoughts, he felt Jamie beginning to stir. Stretching his
arms with a deep yawn, Jamie held a momentary dazed look then a reasurring
smile spread across his face.

"Morning," whispered Mulder.

Reaching up, Jamie tousled Mulder's bad case of bed-head. "I thought it
was..." he began.

"A dream?" Mulder finished. Jamie nodded, nuzzling against his chest. "So did
I. But it's all real, Jamie."

Pressing his ear close, Jamie closed his eyes. Mulder felt a familiar tingle
and looked at him curiously. "What is it?"

"Just listening to your heart," he replied. The steady thump- thump increased,
causing Jamie's own to skip. He didn't want to think about the warning feeling
battering his senses, nor the bizarre dream he'd experienced during the night.
His doubts were immediately brushed aside the moment Mulder ran a soothing hand
through his hair and down his back.

Sitting up on one elbow, Jamie gave him a playful smile. "What would you like
to do today?"

Mulder made of big show of pretending to think deeply, causing Jamie to grin
slyly. "Well, let's see... We both have a free day so why don't we spend it
studying?" Then, Mulder slapped himself in a I- Should-Have-Had-A-V8 moment.
Reaching down to Jamie's sides, he swiftly tickled him sending Jamie into a fit
of laughter. Mulder chuckled wickedly at having him at his mercy.

"Mulder... stop! I... can't... breathe!" he protested between giggles.

"You can't, huh?" he teased. Pinning Jamie's arms down, Mulder laid his body
across his. "Oh, I think we can find a way to help you breathe... heavily."
Leaning down, he kissed Jamie lightly on the lips. With a playful smile, he
jumped to his feet and strode across the room.

Easing himself up, Jamie sighed. He constantly marvelled at the breathtaking
beauty of the man he loved. Mulder turned back to him, his naked body
illuminated by the window. 'He really looks like an angel,' thought Jamie
dreamily.

"How about a quick shower?" he asked innocently.

Pulling back the bedclothes, Jamie stood and padded over to join him. "Will it
be a hot one?"

"Only if you're with me," he replied.

Wrapping his arms around Mulder's lithe body, Jamie laughed. "This coming from
a man so hot that he could set a house on fire without lighting a match?"

Being so close to him, Mulder's cock twitched into semi-hardness. The silky
touch of Jamie's skin driving his senses wild. Taking him by the hand, Mulder
yanked him inside their tiny bathroom. Reaching inside the shower cubicle he
started the water. Testing it first, he pulled back the curtain and with a come
hither look, gestured with his finger for Jamie to follow.

Stepping inside, the warm water droplets sizzled against their skin. Mulder
faced Jamie as the steam began to rise. Gazing at him up and down, Mulder's
eyes sparkled. "Mmm, nice and hot," he observed.

Reaching forward, Jamie rested his hand against Mulder's wet head and pulled
him in close. Their moist lips met, hungry for the taste of one another. Jamie
gasped when his back made contact with the cold tile behind him. However, it
did nothing to swell his feverish need. Mulder's lips trailed down to Jamie's
neck, where he began to suck softly. He grinned when he was rewarded with a low
moan from Jamie. After a full night of passion, he'd quickly learned where his
lover's wild spot was located. Gripping Mulder's strong shoulders, Jamie held
on tightly, afraid that his legs would buckle at any moment.

All too soon, Mulder's mouth continued down leaving a perfect impression of
his lips on Jamie's neck. Mulder's tongue flicked out across his chest,
relishing the sweet taste of his flesh. Massaging Jamie's arms in his hands,
Mulder gently bit down on his pecs. Jamie trembled, breathing in deep wafts of
shower mist. Mulder kneeled down and swallowed at the mouth watering sight of
Jamie's cock standing proud, erect and waiting for only him.

"Mulder," Jamie gasped in a deep purr as the fantastic warmth of his mouth
enveloped him. Mulder licked and sucked the length of his shaft with such
intensity that Jamie felt as if he would lose consciousness at any moment. His
hands held onto Mulder's matted wet head; the shower spraying against his chest
creating a little waterfall onto Mulder's back.

Taking the delicious cock from his mouth, Mulder stroked it while his tongue
rolled each of Jamie's testicles around. Taking him back inside, Mulder's
heartrate increased. Jamie closed his eyes tightly and licked his lips.
Suddenly, he cried out in pleasure as the first waves of orgasm took hold.
Pulling him in closer, Mulder wrapped his lips around Jamie's pistoning dick,
not wanting any of the precious come to escape. Jamie writhed against the wall,
unbelievable electricity surging through his body.

After swallowing him whole, Mulder stood up and licked his lips. He took Jamie
into his arms, and he willingly fell into them; his flushed face struggled for
air. "Was that hot enough for you?" Mulder whispered into his ear.

Jamie looked up into his hazel eyes and managed to reply, "Yeah..."

Laughing, Mulder pressed his lips to Jamie's, rubbing his own hard cock
against his wet body. Before he knew what was happening, Jamie applied pressure
to his shoulders, slowly forcing him down. Sitting on the floor of the tub,
Mulder gave him an expectant smile.

"And it's about to become even hotter," he told him. Positioning himself,
Jamie took Mulder's throbbing shaft into his hand and began to straddle him.
Mulder groaned as each inch entered his tantalyzing hole. Closing his eyes in
concentration, a smile spread across Jamie's face when he felt Mulder fully
inside of him.

Holding onto Jamie's hips, Mulder's lust-filled eyes focussed on Jamie, who
started out slowly, raising himself up until his tightened muscles only held
the cockhead, then slid the length of Mulder's shaft back inside. Mouth opening
in ectasy, Mulder swung his face from side to side, slinging water onto Jamie.
The way his ass squeezed and caressed his dick had blown his mind the first
time, now it was almost too much for his sensitive cock to take. Jamie was
simply irresistible, bringing Mulder to the brink... relaxing... then starting
all over again.

Reaching up, Mulder held onto Jamie's neck. He pressed a thumb into his open
mouth, and Jamie began to suck gently. "J-Jamie..." Mulder breathed, "you're
incredible."

Leaning down, Jamie kissed him, caressing his lips around Mulder's. Keeping a
firm grip on his head, Mulder thrust his tongue inside, and enjoyed penetrating
him at both ends. A sudden exhilirating force pushed its way into his groin.
Arching upwards, Mulder cried out again and again, filling Jamie completely
with his hot come. Panting heavily, he fell back against the wall. With Mulder
still within him, Jamie exhaled deeply, their lips meeting.

While the shower progressed, Jamie rubbed soapy water along Mulder's back. As
hard as he tried to believe in reality, it still all seemed like a dream. Had
Mulder been dropped out of the sky especially for him? From that first day,
Jamie somehow knew they were connected. He loved Mulder with all his heart,
knowing that he could make love to this insastiable fox forever.

He frowned uncertainly as a familiar itch at the base of his spine alerted
him. It was the same overwhelming feeling of wrongness that had been plaguing
him ever since he'd won the scholarship to study in Oxford. Why was it
bothering him now? He bit his lip -- hard --until it began to bleed, trying to
make the feeling go away. All of his life the only thing he'd ever wanted was
to find true happiness, and here it was standing before him. Jamie would be
damned if he'd let anything ruin it.

Mulder turned when Jamie's hands stopped their gentle movement. His eyes
widened in concern. "Jamie, you're bleeding!"

Snapped out of his thoughts, Jamie pressed a hand to his mouth and it came
away red. "Oh no," he whispered.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course," he said, brushing the incident away. "I'm fine."

When they both stepped from the shower, Mulder's eyes followed him. He could
tell that something was bothering him. Jamie quickly snatched up a washcloth
and held it to his mouth. "See, look, I'm fine," he said, showing Mulder that
the bleeding had stopped.

"Jamie, are you sure..." Mulder began.

Sighing dramatically, Jamie took a large towel from the rack and marched
across to Mulder. "Wet, dripping, and looking criminally handsome," he
observed, trying to change the subject. He began to dry his lover off, the
sensations causing Mulder to momentarily forget his concerns.

Taking the towel away from him, Mulder returned the favor. Running it over
Jamie's back, he paused between his shoulder blades. There in the light of day
was the birthmark he'd noticed last night. Mulder had never seen one quite like
it before. A circular shape... tiny... but in the shape of...

"Jamie, is this a tattoo?" he wondered aloud.

Shrugging self-consciously, Jamie turned around. "It's just a birthmark. It's
nothing."

Walking out into the main room, he slipped into a pair of briefs and a T
shirt. Mulder, following close behind, gazed at him apologetically. "You're not
embarrassed, are you?" he asked.

"Of course not!"

Mulder moved up behind him and squeezed his shoulders. "I just want to know
every part of your body," he told him.

Jamie turned, smiling warmly. "There's all the time in the world."

Mulder hummed sotfly, holding him in his arms. Taking him by the hand, Mulder
spun Jamie around in a little dance. Waltzing toward the bed, he lowered them
both down.

~oo0oo~

Later that evening, Mulder had insisted on picking them up a hearty meal after
the appetite they'd worked up. Neither one wanted to be away from the other,
but it also gave Jamie a chance to see if the audition list had been posted by
Mrs. Bryant at the Sheldonian Theatre.

Finding a Chinese takeaway, Mulder walked with two styrofoam covered dishes
under an arm past a newstand. Sipping his cup of tea, his eyes widened at a
newspaper lying casually across the desk. The headline

declared POLICE REFUSE TO COMMENT ON THE DEATH OF FINANCIER VINCENT TUCKER.

Mulder's pulse jumped from surprised shock. The photograph alongside the
article was of the exact same man Jamie had saved from a near hit-and-run!
Dropping the tea, he snatched up the paper and threw a handful of change onto
the counter.

"Hey!" the newstand's owner protested, but Mulder had already dashed away.

~oo0oo~

Having lit their flat with candles found in a drawer, Jamie put the finishing
touches on the atmosphere by tuning in a perfect romantic song on Mulder's
radio. Hugging himself, he looked around the room and smiled contentedly.
Although the bad feeling persisted, it was a minor sensation next to the elated
ones. He'd actually been given a part in a three-act play written by one of the
students. Now, all he needed was Mulder to return and they could celebrate
blissfully into the night.

Sitting on the bed, Jamie chuckled to himself. Before he left, Mulder had
joked about Jamie making up the bed saying that they'd only mess it up again.
Which was so true! On the nightstand, his eyes lit up at the photograph of his
mother and grams he'd brought from home. He missed them terribly and longed to
hear Grams' voice. Jamie could imagine what she'd tell him about his
premonitions: "My sweet darlin', you've got to trust them. Everyone's alone in
this world and you were given a gift to find your way through it."

Jamie sighed, he wasn't alone anymore. Mulder had found a way into his life
and, as naive as it sounded, Jamie knew in his heart that he was the one. His
head whipped up at the sound of the doorknob turning. Replacing the picture, he
quickly brushed away the joyful tears that had appeared.

Mulder walked inside and the grim look on his handsome features made Jamie's
heart sink. He rushed forward as Mulder closed the door. "What is it? Please
tell me," he said, the panic growing in his voice.

"Jamie, I'm sorry," he replied sadly. Handing him the newspaper, Mulder stood
by his side while Jamie read the headline. A hand flashed to his mouth. "That
poor man," he whispered. Mulder wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist to
comfort him. "Why... why did this happen?" Jamie asked, choking on the words.

"I don't know," Mulder answered, unable to understand the flawed logic of fate.

Allowing the paper to slip from his numb fingers, Jamie turned and buried his
face in Mulder's chest. Mulder stood there, holding him, his senses telling him
that something else was going on.

"I had a feeling, a terrible feeling something was going to happen," Jamie
cried.

Mulder held his face in his hands, staring determinedly into his eyes. "Is
that what upset you earlier?" Jamie simply nodded, at a loss for words. "The
next time you have one of these 'feelings', I want you to tell me," Mulder
continued. "I promise I'll always believe you."

Hugging him tightly, Jamie closed his eyes and the world fell away.

~oo0oo~

Sebastian moved along the dark passages with purpose. The well worn path had
been travelled many times by generations of his fathers. Never would he guess
that the time of the Deliverer would touch him so closely. He'd barely survived
the confrontation with the Leviathan, but it filled him with hope. The Chosen
One was someone he knew... and a number of possibilites flashed through his
mind.

Entering the large, central chamber he strode toward the oblong stone where
the High Priest waited. Bowing low, he performed a strange gesture then stood.
"The Chosen One has touched me," Sebastian announced.

The High Priest nodded behind his golden mask. "This we know, brother. We
sensed the Leviathan's fear when you protected yourself. It's strength is
growing. Very soon, it will locate the Chosen One."

"But," Sebastian protested, then immediately looked away.

"Speak," the priest commanded.

"My lord, soon the time will come when our god swallows the moon... what if
the Leviathan cannot find the..."

"Silence!" Sebastian felt a stab of fear. "You have made contact, you have
also been chosen by the Great One to aid in the awakening. The Leviathan shall
protect us from the non-believers, but you, Sebastian, shall be an instrument
in locating the Chosen One."

~oo0oo~

The next few days went by in a whirl. After the initial shock of Vincent
Tucker's death, Mulder had spent every free moment with Jamie. He found himself
constantly amazed by Jamie's tender heart and passion for life. One afternoon,
Jamie had even snuck into town to visit Mr. Tucker's widow. He kept a close eye
on his love, but thankfully Jamie had not mentioned any further premonitions of
doom.

With classes in full swing, it was becoming increasingly difficult to spend
time together. Also, Jamie was occupied with late nights at the theatre, but he
more than made up for it when he returned home. Always giving Mulder a heart
racing, sweat soaked evening of love making.

Mulder was forced to admit that he felt a pleasured peace since giving into
his feelings for Jamie. Even his friends had noticed the change in him,
especially Carolyn who giggled gleefully at the romance that seemed to shine
through his eyes.

The university's autumn festival approached quickly and he couldn't wait to
take Jamie to the fair. They would have an entire day alone together, just what
the doctor ordered. He loved the sound of Jamie's laughter, which is why Mulder
had found strategic ways to tickle him off guard. He smiled down at Jamie as he
practically ran to every booth at the carnival, his enthusiasm contagious and a
huge turn on. The field beside the university had been turned into a medireview
fair, complete with people in costumes performing dances. It was packed with
townspeople and students. Passing by a fortune teller's tent, Jamie shrunk
against Mulder at the sight of the hooded figure standing outside reading a
chilling poem.

"Don't be scared," Mulder told him in a teasing tone.

"A bit frightening, isn't it?" Jamie replied.

"Hey, with me around to protect you?" asked Mulder with a grin.

Stopping to buy a stick of candy floss, the pair shared it between them.
Mulder ached to kiss Jamie's mouth, sticky from the cotton candy. Suddenly
Jamie pointed ahead and grabbed the sleeve of Mulder's black leather jacket.
"Ooo, look!" he exclaimed.

They halted before an imposing building, ghoulish characters spread across its
visage in flourescent paint. Mulder stared up at the sign:

HOUSE OF HORRORS (More Ghosts Than The Tower Of London)

His eyes gleamed at Jamie, who shared his penchant for the unexplained. "Fancy
a scare?" Jamie asked, with a crooked grin.

"Are you kidding? I'll race you inside!"

Buying tickets, they hurried in and were immediately assailed by a flying
skeleton. Jamie shrieked in surprise and huddled close to Mulder. Another plus
about a spooky haunted house was the darkness, Mulder ticked over in his mind.
"Oh, if only the ghosts were real!" he shouted above the corny pre-recorded
cries coming from a loud speaker.

Jamie laughed and squeezed his arm. "Well, that figures!"

Rounding a corner, Jamie gasped when Mulder kissed him and slammed him against
a cobwebbed wall, taking the stick of floss from his shaking hand. He continued
to catch Jamie by surprise, yanking him suddenly by the arm and kissing him
deeply at every opportunity.

When night rolled around, Mulder held Jamie's hand on the way home. Their
blood pumped excitedly, each ready to fall into each other. The weather was
particularly cold tonight, and Jamie kept his free hand inside Mulder's jacket
pocket.

"Did you have fun?" Mulder asked.

"Mulder, it was awesome just being there with you. I'll never forget the look
on that stallholder's face when you knocked all the bottles over!"

Mulder proudly held up the giant, stuffed Teddy bear he'd won. "Let me tell
you something, Jamie Grayson --The fun is only just beginning," he said,
smiling wickedly.

Smiling back, Jamie quickened his pace. The wind blew through the trees and a
strange, wailing sound caused Jamie's skin to prickle. "What was that?" he
whispered.

"Ghosts," Mulder replied spookily. Jamie peered into the darkness, confusion
dancing in his eyes. "Haven't you heard the legends?" Mulder wondered.

"No," Jamie shook his head, stumbling even closer.

"Well, they say the woods are haunted. At night you can hear the strange cries
of lost souls. Back when Oxford was first founded, evil ceremonies took
place... and on a full moon silvery figures have been spotted floating between
the trees..."

Jamie, enraptured by the story, jumped a mile when Mulder playfully hollered,
"Boo!"

"Fox Mulder!" he cried, pinching his fingers together. "Ooo! Am I ever gonna
get you!" Jamie chased him off the sidewalk and into the misty shadows. He
finally cornered him against a large tree and held him fast. "Ah-ha! Now, I've
got 'ya!" he exclaimed in delight.

"No, I've got you!" Mulder said, twisting round and holding Jamie fast. Their
lips quickly became locked, Mulder rubbing his body against Jamie. The heat
generating between them caused the chill to dissipate.

In a moment, they both froze... Somewhere in the distance, an unearthly
whispering sound closed in around them.

~oo0oo~

The Leviathan roared. Its prey had alluded him, but now the Chosen One was so
near that it could practically taste its blood on the wind. It drove the
ancient creature into a frenzy. Slithering forward, it focused on the
overpowering sensation...

~oo0oo~

Mulder stared backwards. He'd never heard anything quite like the inhuman
whispering, then screaming that seemed to come from all around. He cut his eyes
back to Jamie, and looked at him in concerned amazement. For Jamie's face had
gone completely pale, eyes staring, hands outstretched.

"Jamie? Jamie!"

Shaking his head, he clutched the tree for support.

"What's the matter? Are you alright?"

Jamie stared at him blankly. "I think so. I suddenly felt so odd. Like my mind
was being drawn out of my body."

Mulder held onto his arm. "How are you feeling now?"

"A little better." Jamie rubbed his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Come on, I think we'd better get home." Mulder took Jamie's hand and helped
him forward. The sound was moving ever nearer, and Mulder broke out into a jog.
Soon the Halls of Residence came into sight, and he quickly ushered Jamie
inside. The sound started to fade and Mulder sighed in relief.

"Well, you wanted some real ghosts," Jamie reminded him.

Mulder thrust the Teddy bear into Jamie's hands. He peered out of a window but
could only make out an impenetrable fog clinging to the ground. He looked back
at Jamie with a wry grin, "I told you I'd protect you."

Jamie brightened. "Um-hmm. I knew those ghosts couldn't be real."

"Why do you say that?" he asked a little defensively.

"Because if they were, you'd have been camping out in those woods trying to
meet them," he said nervously, fighting to still the fear in his heart.

Mulder grinned. "Come on, Jamie. I think someone deserves a spanking for
that!" He led the way upstairs, staring back at the darkness.

~oo0oo~

The following afternoon, Mulder did a quick investigation into the mysterious
sound that had chilled him so. The effect it had on Jamie truly frightened him.
Something was nagging at the back of his mind, it was right on the tip, but he
couldn't quite reach it yet. He'd asked around and no-one else seemed to hear
anything strange. Ryan had laughed, saying that Mulder was turning more and
more into "Weird Wickham", the eccentric don who lived on campus.

He hurried inside the theatre building to escort Jamie home after rehearsals,
something he intended to do from now on. Peeking inside the stage area, he
found most of the drama students dressed in period clothing. They were all
standing around their teacher, about to break up. Venturing inside, he stood by
the doorway searching for Jamie. There he was in the center of the group,
standing beside a devilishly handsome young man with red hair. Mulder felt a
pang of irrational jealousy. 'That must be his friend Sebastian,' he thought.
His musings were interrupted by what Jamie was wearing. His costume was red
velvet with a white bucanneer shirt, making him look a bit like Little Lord
Fauntleroy. He was so damned sexy and the ideas raging in his mind caused a
familiar stirring in Mulder's jeans.

Looking up, Jamie caught his eye and waved. Rushing away from the other
actors, he drew in close to Mulder. "Hey, you!"

"Hey," Mulder replied huskily. "I wanted to walk you home."

Jamie smiled. "How did I ever get so lucky? I'll just be a few minutes." He
turned to go back but Mulder caught his arm.

"Jamie, see if you can wear the costume home," he leaned in and whispered.

Giving him a mischievious wink, Jamie returned to the group -- now very
excited. Mulder took a seat on the aisle, and watched as they blocked out one
more scene. Jamie's character received news that his true love had just
arrived. Mulder snickered to himself, knowing that his idealistic Jamie would
approve. He sat up as Jamie stumbled on stage, a hand flashing to his head.
Something was definitely wrong... Mulder jumped to his feet. As if in slow
motion, Jamie swayed and collapsed.

~* * * * *~

Darkness enveloped Jamie, uncontrollably drawing him into his mind's eye.
Trapped in a nightmare, he found himself surrounded by an immense black void. A
great, rushing echo invaded his senses.

"Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a'hunting, For fear
of little men."

The voice broke out into a fit of mocking laughter in his ears.

Somewhere in the distance silver shapes moved around a stone altar. As he
moved closer, he saw thirteen cowled, gleaming shapes chanting low, and looming
over someone lying on the stone. The cult leader wore a hideous mask that
chilled Jamie. He inched closer, looked down and gasped. He was looking at a
ghostly image of himself.

The cult's voices reached a crescendo of reverence and Jamie Two sat up, eyes
glowing fiercely. He watched himself smile with malicious laughter. Suddenly,
the horrifying scene began to recede into the distance.

Jamie ran away from the scene into the inky blackness, frightened in this
dreamworld of ghosts. Stopping, he hugged himself from a surprising chill. He
became aware of a shadowy figure standing behind him, its face turned away,
crying in despair. Whirling around, his breath caught in his throat. Mulder sat
alone and crying in the darkness.

His heart breaking from the sight of his love in such pain, Jamie reached out
to him... but found his way barred by an invisible barrier... he pushed and
pushed, but it was unyielding.

"I did everything I could to save him," Mulder wept.

"Mulder! Mulder!" Jamie called, but he was unable to hear him.

Mulder buried his face into his hands. "I can't go on... there's no reason...
without Jamie."

Jamie's blood froze. "Mulder, no! I'm here! I'm right here!" As Mulder's sad
form began to vanish, Jamie screamed at his unseen tormentor, "Stop this! Stop
it!"

"Give into your destiny," a voice told him.

Jamie spun around only to be confronted by the ghostly image of himself. The
phantom threw back his head and laughed, giving him a sly, malicious smile. He
began to fade away, a sinister force radiating from his eyes. Shivering, Jamie
heard an awful, whispering coming from all around. He covered his ears, unable
to block the drowning tides of evil pulling him under. Something large appeared
in the void, drawing him into its power. It moved closer, its terrifying form
about to swallow him. Jamie screamed and closed his eyes...

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