Interruption of Family by Surreal Feedback: surreal666@hotmail.com Spoilers: Three of a Kind, somewhere, I'm sure. Archiving: Ephemeral, Gossamer, LGM list. Anywhere else, just ask. Rating: NC/17 for sexual situations Keywords: Gunmen, angst, torture Disclaimer: Not mine, Chris Carter's, simple as that. The characters of "Kate" and "Angie" belong to me; if you want to use them, please ask me first!! Author's note: This story takes place in a universe originated in my previous piece, "Interlude for Family". Please read that one for the back story on the characters of "Kate" and "Angela". Also, it is after Mulder gets back, just because I say so. :) Summery: The two women in Langly's life return, and he must deal with ensuring their safety at any cost. ------------------------------ Lone Gunmen Headquarters September 8th, 2000 12:45pm I hear the knocking on the door, but I'm too absorbed in cracking this site to look at the surveillance monitor to see who it is. It's okay; Byers is already opening the door. After a few minutes of silence, I hear Byers call back to me. "Um...Langly? It's for you..." he says, sounding uncertain. 'Crap...' Sigh. "All right, I'm coming," I call back, quickly working my way back out of the site and trying not to leave a path to be traced. As I stand up to go to the door, I see my visitors have already found me. "Kate? What...what's going on?" I can barely think of what to say, sounding stupid trying to get out the words. It's my ex-girlfriend, Kate Adams. At her feet with a huge grin on her face is our daughter, Angela. Out of instinct I kneel down and let Angie come to me, picking her up and holding her in my arms for the first time in three months. She's four years old now, and growing fast. We both look expectantly at Kate. "Hi, Ringo. I know, I should have called first..." she says apologetically. "I'm sorry..." She looks like she's on the verge of tears. "Byers, can you take Angie for a while?" I ask my roommate, sensing that Kate needs to talk to me alone. "Oh, sure," he replies, reaching out to take the little girl from me. "We'll be in the back." With that, he carries her down the hall to the workrooms. Taking Kate's arm, I guide her into the chair at my desk. "Kate, what's wrong? Did something happen?" I don't want to vocalize the possibility that something could be wrong with Angie; I just don't want to think about that. She sits down, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Um, I know this is really sudden, but we need your help. I was kicked out of my apartment building this morning. It was really sudden; I'm moving into another place next week, but I thought I had more time in my old place." She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. "We don't have a place to stay until the new place is ready..." I let out the breath I'd been holding in relief. "Kate, is that all? Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!! Of course you can stay here; you guys can use the spare room next to mine." She reaches out, taking my hand and smiling gratefully. "Thank you so much, Ringo. I wasn't sure...you know, if you'd be okay with me around..." I take a step closer, putting my hand gently on her cheek. "It's perfectly fine with me, as long at the guys don't mind, of course. I'm sure they won't. You know I love you guys." "I know...I just worry about how safe you are sometimes, with all that conspiracy stuff you get involved with. I just want Angie to be safe." "So do I," I reply softly. "Don't worry; we'll all be here, and you know this place is secure. Nothing's going to happen to you guys, I promise." 1:15am I'm pulled out of a light sleep by a soft knock at my bedroom door. Stumbling out of bed, I glance down quickly to make sure I'm dressed appropriately, in case it's Kate and Angie. Yup--t-shirt and sweatpants. Good thing. I open the door, squinting to see who it is. Forgot to put on my glasses; oh, well, too late now. Besides, I can still see well enough to tell that it's Kate, alone. "Kate? Is everything okay?" I whisper, not wanting to wake anyone else. "Yeah, we're fine. Um, can I..." she trails off, making a vague wave with her hand to ask permission to come in. "Oh, sure," I say hastily, opening the door wider for her to step through, then closing it behind her as she moves across the room to sit on my bed. I cautiously move to join her, crawling to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed. I wait for her to say something, since I'm still only half-awake. "Ringo..." she starts, obviously wanting to talk but at a loss for words. She glances down at her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I...I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. I think...I mean, Angie's four now, and starting to ask about you, asking why you aren't around more. She's really bright, you know that." I nod, not sure what to say. I know what she is saying. "She needs her father, Ringo. I know things between us weren't always good, but I don't want her to suffer because her parents had a few problems before she was even born." "Kate..." I try to cut in, but she stops me with her hand. "Ree, please. I know I said some things that hurt you before, but...I realized I still love you; I want to be with you. Not just for Angie; *I* need you." "Katie, you know I still love you too; you guys are my family." I want to go on, but my throat is suddenly tight. I think she senses my tension, because she moves in front of me, taking both of my hands in hers and squeezing gently. I look up at her, our eyes locked. Christ, she is so beautiful. Just looking at her, her deep brown eyes locked on me, I feel my heart start to pound. The air is suddenly too thick. Before I can react she leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips. A cautious, curious kiss that is still so full of love, I can't think. All I can do is try and return her love in that kiss. She moves closer, putting her arms on my shoulders and lacing her fingers together in my hair. She kisses me again, harder, more needful. Jesus... I pull back, away from her reach. "Kate, I...please, this is...I can't," I stumble around for words. She looks at me searchingly for a moment, then slides off the bed, standing. "Damn...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." I stand too, moving next to her. "No, it's okay. It's just... you just drop this on me so suddenly...I need some time." She nods, her eyes fixed on my chest. "Yeah...yeah, you're right. I'm sorry," she whispers, moving to the door. I follow her, catching her arm. "Listen...get some sleep; we can talk in the morning, okay?" She finally raises her eyes to meet mine and gives me a tiny smile. "Yeah, okay." After closing my door, I crawl back into bed, pulling the covers tight around me. I can still taste her on my lips; looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight, after all. September 10th, 2000 12:24am I'm not asleep when I the knock comes on my door this time. I had the feeling she would be coming to my room tonight; well, I was hoping, I guess. The last two days have been amazing. I guess the guys figured out what was going on when I came back from a walk with Kate and Angie and they saw me holding Kate's hand. We never really got around to talking about anything, at least not out loud. But we both knew it was right; we needed each other, even after over four years apart. I can't explain it, but I'm so glad it's finally happening. She doesn't wait for me to open the door this time; she just comes in and closes it behind her. I'm halfway to my feet, but I sit back down as she moves over to me in that silent, graceful motion she has. Her hair, dark brown with only the slightest hint of wave, is down for once, falling over her shoulders and halfway down her back. She is wearing a long t-shirt and, with a not-very-well-hidden glance, I see nothing else. She crawls onto the bed with me, on her knees and wraps her arms around me tight. I can feel the tension in her body, the barely controlled need. I suspect that she hasn't been with anyone else since me, four years ago. I push the covers back, pulling her gently to join me between the sheets. She pulls herself close to me, kissing me hungrily. I can barely breath; she is so powerful like this, always in control. I lay back, let her know I'm here for the taking. "Ringo...," she whispers next to my ear, kissing my throat and sending shivers throughout my entire body. "It's okay," I tell her, turning to lean over her, kissing her deeply. She whimpers so softly, the tiniest little gasp as I release her. She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. She pushes me down again, kissing my bare skin with her soft lips. I close my eyes, forcing myself to breath normally. She sits up, shedding her own shirt and leaving herself utterly exposed, her body as perfect as I remember. I reach up, running my hands over her body smoothly. I feel almost dizzy, the intensity of my own desire surprising me. Guess it's been a while for me, too. Her hands moving down, exploring. Her fingers under the waistband of my boxers, searching. I gasp as her fingers wrap around me, making me harder with just her light touch. A swift motion and she pulls the boxers off of me, tossing them onto the floor with our shirts. She moves up to kiss me again, her hand still gently moving, teasing, killing brain cells...definitely not getting enough oxygen. With a smooth motion she slides her leg over me, shifting to straddle my abdomen. I put my hands on her hips as she leans down to capture my mouth again. She has always been like this; confidently sensual, always in control. Her hand moves under her as she shifts back, taking me into her with uncanny ease. Her eyes closed, a little smile of pleasure on her face as she stays there, impaled on me and it's taking all of my focus not to cry out. I didn't realize I was biting my lower lip until I feel her lean down again, her hand cupping my jaw, her thumb stroking my chin to force my mouth open, demanding I relax. Her mouth joined with mine and I'm sure that pathetic whimper didn't just come from me as she starts to move, rocking gently. It's all I can do to keep from passing out, her warmth enveloping me, covering me. She rocks faster, more intense; bends down to lay flat on me, her hands clutching tightly on my shoulders and her forehead pressing against my breastbone. My hips moving to counter her motion, we lose ourselves in our own little world, the quiet moans and harsh pants barely audible when all either of us can do is feel. I feel her start to move frantically as her climax approaches. I thrust upwards harder into her, making her cry out. She raises her head to capture my mouth, taking a kiss to scream into as her orgasm courses through her. The tension around me is unbearable, and I feel the distantly familiar tug at the base of my spine, demanding release. I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her close as I thrust into her fiercely, my back arching involuntarily as I come with a barely controlled cry of my own. She rests there, with me still inside her. We both have our eyes closed, panting in the humid air. After a few minutes I feel her shift, sliding off me to lay on her side next to me. I turn too, on my side to face her. I reach up to stroke my fingers over her cheek, through her hair gently. I see her open her eyes, smiling at me secretly. I smile back, leaning across to kiss her softly. I watch as she drifts into a sated slumber at my side. I fall asleep sometime later, watching her as if she might fade away like a beautiful dream, until I'm certain that she is really there, solid and warm. ----------------------- End part 1/5 To be continued.....