Echoes by truthwebothknow1
Rating PG , adult viewers , few bad words.
Keywords MT  SA MA X file MSR 
Spoiler. Amor Fati  trilogy,
Written for the IMTP virtual season 15 and alludes to some aspects of canon in 
those fics. 
Summary. The Northern Irish coast has some secrets, some say echoes.

Not for profit and The X files belongs to cc and Fox. Auntie Katherine belongs to 
me and is probably me in about 40 years LOL.

Dedicated To Joi who has been waiting way too long for me to finish her birthday 
fic so you can have this one. It in time for this years birthday.  :)

Echoes 

Belfast airport  
15th March 2008

“I got hold of my aunt. She’s picking us up in about an hour.”  Scully popped her 
cell phone back in her jacket pocket as Mulder retrieved their bags from the 
carousel. 

“That’s great, Scully. This is your Mom’s aunt right ..so your great Aunt?”

“Katherine Tooley, yes,” Scully smiled widely, “ My namesake. Mom named me 
for her but she in turn, was also named for another Katherine from way back, 
many years in fact. My great, great great-grandmother Tooley. ”

Mulder grinned at his lover’s enthusiasm for this whole trip. She’d been in a state 
of awe and childlike excitement for days and he found it so endearing.  “Have you 
ever met her before?” They were heading towards customs now, both of them 
taking in the St. Patrick’s Day bunting and paraphernalia hanging everywhere. 
They really took this holiday seriously here.  

“No but I have spoken to her on the phone a few times. She was coming over to 
visit Mom in Baltimore a few years ago but her husband Ned, died suddenly. She 
has been alone since. Runs her small sheep farm out on the Antrim coast by 
herself, does a bit of painting and stuff.  Independent feisty lady.”

“Umm like someone else I could name…. who’s not more than a few yards away 
from me”.  Mulder’s hand gently cupped Scully’s cheek, rubbing a thumb back 
and forth. She leaned into his touch as they waited in line to go through the gate 
into the main concourse.

“I wonder who you could mean”, she giggled, slipping her arm into his free one 
that wasn’t carrying his bags. 

Once through arrivals they noticed more trappings of   St. Patrick’s Day 
celebrations.   People bustling by wearing Irish tri- color scarves and sometime 
the odd silly green hat. Mulder explained that this usually meant a Rugby Derby 
was imminent and people of Irish descent were filing in from all over Europe and 
further afield to watch the match. Scully seemed to lap it all up taking in the 
sights and foreign smells. They found a luggage cart and dumped their bags into 
it.

It was good take a vacation now and then, to get away from the trauma and loss 
of the last few months and just chill in a completely different place, somewhere 
much quieter, with a relatively slower pace of life.  Her aunt’s cliff top home 
seemed an ideal place for her and Mulder to recharge their batteries before taking 
on the slew of new cases Skinner had mentioned at their last meeting, before he 
insisted they took some much needed leave.  

Her aunt had been bugging her for months about coming over to spend a few 
days and finally meet her. She knew Katharine and Maggie were close, and had 
started talking a lot more via phone and email after Billy’s death, Now with her 
other brother gone and Dana was  the last one, it seemed her aunt was anxious 
to meet the only surviving child of Maggie Scully  before a cruel twist of fate took 
her as well. Surviving family was important to Scully a lot more recently, so who 
could refuse Katherine’s kind offer.  Her mother had mentioned that she was a bit 
eccentric and unusual. Right up Mulder’s street then from the sound of it. 

She was so looking forward to this trip and she knew Mulder was as well. A week 
enjoying her aunt’s hospitality then a quick jaunt down to Dublin to hook up with 
one of Mulder’s old Oxford pals, a professor at one of the museums there seemed 
just what the doctor ordered. She hoped he would be okay though as he’d started 
sneezing on the plane no sooner than he’d clipped his safety belt in place. Just his 
luck to get sick now but he assured her that it was nothing a slug of real Irish 
whiskey wouldn’t cure. There was a plan for an excursion to the famous  
Bushmills foundry on their schedule among other things, although Mulder 
admitted that was partly coerced by Skinner who promised them an extra week 
off if he could bring him back a bottle of  the world class liquor all the way from 
its Irish roots.  

“You’ve been to Ireland before haven’t you Mulder?”

“Sure… er only the once.  When I was at Oxford.”

“So how come I’ve never heard about this?”“ She teased as he led them both to a 
place to eat and drink. All the travel and excitement of exploring a new country 
had given them both a raging appetite.”

“Er, I don’t remember much of it,” Mulder admitted as he reached inside his 
leather jacket pocket for his tissues.   

“A group of us came over for a Thin Lizzy concert at the Point in Dublin. But……”

Scully grinned; she guessed what was coming by the look that passed over his 
face. “But…? ”

“A couple of us had a few pre concert whiskies and we er…never made it out of 
the bar. Couldn’t find the guy with the tickets either.”

“So what happened?” He smiled as the usual eyebrow manoeuvre came into play; 
he wasn’t going to get out of this easily. Was that her usually inuendous partner 
blushing. This was going to be good.

“Ended up waking in a part of Dublin called Ferrytown. Some joker thought it 
would be a blast to dump us ‘mainlanders’ all down by the dockside. We were all 
over from Oxford.  I guess the old English -Irish rivalry thing, and I got lumped in 
with them seeing as I couldn’t utter two intelligent words being shitfaced at the 
time so they pegged me as English too. Guilt by association. Anyway next day, 
massive hangovers all round, freezing rain and …..no pants.”  Scully tried to keep 
a straight face as he pantomimed getting a chill up his spine. 

“No pants?  You were mugged and they took your pants? Mulder …”  

“….And well er… we were duct taped to a lamp post. Hey it was no fun and 
fucking freezing…It was like a Stephen King horror version of the ‘Commitments’ 
only with crappier weather and no music…what?”

Mulder gave her a baleful, ‘ I’ll get you for this’ expression as his partner started 
to laugh that silly, open laugh she indulged herself in on the rare occasions that 
she felt really happy. Something suddenly dissolved inside him… almost a 
flashback, a sense of gestalt and he looked at her stupidly, thoughts going in a 
million different directions.
 
It startled him to realize that that hadn’t happened in a very long time. His eyes 
started to well up and he thought with alarm if he didn’t get a hold of his 
emotions he might start crying right here in the middle of a bustling airport.  He 
felt a small warm hand slip into his.  “ Mulder?”

He sniffed loudly and feigned a cough before he looked her in the eye again. 
Feeling stupid and overwhelmed and not quite grasping all the reasons why, his 
hand squeezed hers back and he forced a smile. This vacation would be a good 
one for them both, he would make damn sure of it. Whatever she wanted to do, 
or go and visit they would do it. This was her time more than his, after all they’d 
been through and all she had suffered on a personal level lately, his heart still 
bled like an open wound for all that. He felt this need to make it up to her, to be 
with her and enjoy just being like any other loving couple for once.  The thought 
of Aunt Katherine’s remote cottage with a real peat fire and warm nights 
snuggled up with his partner under an old eiderdown listening to the sea crashing 
wildly on the shore was very appealing. It sounded very old fashioned and 
romantic… Something he desperately wanted to give the woman he loved with all 
his heart. A chance maybe to redefine and enhance their relationship.   

“C’mon, I’m starving, lets try out the local food seeing as we have a bit of time 
before your aunt arrives.” 

O’Malley’s bar was a cheery place and predictably regaled with St Patrick’s Day 
shamrocks, cut out leprechauns and Irish flags. A large plasma screen TV showed 
some kind of news show frequently interrupted by rugby scores accompanied by 
bouts of cheering enthusiasm, and adverts for Guinness. Scully was mesmerised 
by the quaint charm of it all and even more amused when Mulder came back from 
the bar with two Irish coffees to go with their shepherd’s pies. Scully tucked in 
with gusto, secretly glad he didn’t get her a green Guinness. Mulder had made 
several teasing speculative remarks about what odious ingredients or chemicals 
went into it to get it that color and it was starting to make her go green, never 
mind the brew.  

Mulder was enjoying watching her eat. She just seemed to worry less about what 
she ate abroad and it was good to see her enjoy real food as opposed to the limp 
lettuce bunny diets and fads she usually indulged in back home. He got the 
impression from what his partner and Maggie had told him about Katherine that 
the old girl liked to cook and look after her guests. It would be just great to watch 
Scully getting some more wholesome food inside her and he wasn’t exactly 
immune to the joys of home cooked food either. Make a nice change from take 
out Chinese or pizza.  Blowing his nose he looked around the bar. It was fun and 
comforting in atmosphere but he didn’t have the heart to tell Scully that 
O’Malley’s was a big international franchise, like an upmarket McDonalds or 
Starbucks and there was one of these in almost every airport in Europe.     

The real Ireland lay just beyond the airport confines and he made a silent wish 
for Katherine to appear very soon so they could go start their vacation and 
exploration of this alluring country with all its history and mystical Gaelic charm. 
He couldn’t wait to meet Scully’s aunt and see how much of his Scully was in the 
older woman. From all accounts they were all made from the same feisty, strong 
and wonderful stock he knew and loved; the apples never fell far from the tree no 
matter where in the world the woman in his lover’s family hailed from.  It was an 
x file in itself… okay a small one, he mused.  

No sign of her yet, though he knew in his bones he would recognize Katherine the 
instant he laid eyes on her.  Scully’s sapphire gaze caught him pondering and 
damn; she had eaten all her lunch and still looked hungry. He gave her his best 
feral grin as he got up from the table.

“They do a great Death by Chocolate in here Scully,”  

“I could really do a good Death by Chocolate right now. Bring it on Mulder.”

******
Aunt Katherine didn’t disappoint. She greeted them both warmly and enveloped 
them with a gentle hug. Mulder grinned like a fool much to Scully’s chagrin, over 
his casual profiling of the kindly white haired woman in glasses, the quintessential 
wax jacket and wellingtons. She may have been knocking on 70 but she was a 
tough well built woman, with a sharp mind and she had Scully’s eyes. She’d have 
been a looker back in the day. Still was. 

“Fox, Dana…. So glad you could come visit an old woman. At long last we get to 
meet. I’ve heard so much about you from Maggie.”

“Oh Dear…” Mulder chewed on his bottom lip. 

“No, no dear, to be sure young man, it’s all good. She always enthuses on how 
much you love and look after my niece. Welcome to Northern Ireland. Come…” 

“Well Mulder I guess I don’t have to introduce you. “ Scully laughed taking his 
hand as they followed her out towards her car. 

“ Of Course not,  MF. Luder right ?” The old woman threw over her shoulder with 
a wicked twinkle in her eye.

“Close your mouth Mulder. “ Scully teased her partner as he stared after her.   

They stowed their cases and bags in the back of the rustic old Austin, which 
looked like it had one wheel in the scrap heap but Katherine shared none of their 
scepticism about its ability to fire up. Which it did.  It sounded like a dull roar and 
for an awful moment Mulder thought it might take off vertically, but Scully’s aunt 
smiled sagely, inviting them to climb in.   


Co Antrim coast road near Ballycastle. 
Two hours later.

Feeling the effects of jetlag they remained snuggled up together holding hands, 
mostly quiet in the back of the car just drinking in the March sun and enjoying 
the rich scenery as Katherine drove through winding verdant hills and black 
basalt rocky terrain, capped in the distance by the mountains of Mourne which 
gave way to a patchwork of fields, steep outcrops and sloping valleys down to the 
wild rolling waves of the Atlantic ocean. The sea almost came up to meet them as 
they dipped down one hill and then the next until finally, a solitary white 
stonewashed farmhouse with a dark slate roof came into view overlooking the 
white rollers of the ocean. Mulder felt Scully’s infectious excitement and heard 
himself gasp at the natural beauty of the place and wound the windows down a 
bit more so they could breathe in the fresh salty air. In the fields behind and 
adjacent to the sprawling house, a variety of sheep dotted the green pastures 
and slopes painting a tranquil landscape.  The wind was mild and the sun 
streaked across the wide bay like jewels on white horses. There didn’t seem to be 
anything else around for miles.   

“There she is, Black Rock Cottage. It’s not really a farm, more of a small holding, 
but we get by. I like it here, it’s quiet…. Mostly,” Katherine gave them a lopsided 
grin and wink which Mulder tucked away for future reference. 

“It’s lovely. Have you lived here long? ”   

“ Oh a few years to be sure…thanks, just about home now. There we are,” she 
took a particularly fast flip over the animal grid at the gate which almost made 
Scully loose her lunch and Mulder started to sneeze, then they pulled up outside 
the pretty farmhouse with a sort of afterthought lurching splutter from the 
engine, It shuddered to a stop making gravel fly in all directions, just missing a 
couple of geese and chickens which clucked in panic and dove for cover.

“Here we are then,” Scully’s aunt grinned, seemingly unphazed.  “..welcome to 
my home, it was our dream home actually…mine and your uncle Ned’s…..” 
Katherine looked out across to sea a moment, suddenly somewhere else. Then 
she turned and smiled remembering her visitors. Mulder was heading for the back 
of the car.  “Leave the bags there in the boot dear, we can get them later. Lets 
get inside, you must be tired the both you. Need to get the dinner on and some 
tea in yous.”

“Boot?”  Scully looked to Mulder for guidance.

“She means the trunk.” He whispered back, giving her ass a playful slap as she 
walked alongside him. 

“Ah okay. Stop that already.” But he just gave her one his best fake puppy dog 
wounded looks. 

 *****

Once inside the house a large fat black Labrador ambled over and tried to taste 
them all, pleased to see his mistress but also equally ecstatic about the two 
visitors.  Mulder crouched down and happily found himself surrounded in slobbery 
doggy kisses. What a big kid, Scully thought. She knew Mulder would love getting 
a dog of their own and they had toyed with idea a few times but with their 
schedule and frequent trips out of town…..  

“That’s Merlin. Fat, overfed little bugger isn’t he? Down boy, let’s not lick our 
visitors to death. I’ll put the kettle on. Dana your poor man sounds like he needs 
something hot inside him. Please make yourselves at home. My house is yours. 
Loo is that way to the left,” She gestured wildly out into passageway that led to 
what looked like a large conservatory. “Can’t miss it, it’s the one with ‘Oirish 
Embassy’ on the door.”   Mulder bit his lip to keep from coughing and snickering 
at the same time. This was going to interesting.

“I already got something hot,” he leaned over and whispered to Scully who 
retaliated by poking him in the ribs and mouthing ‘behave’ at him.

“What’s that?” Katherine asked, giving them a playful look over the rim of her 
glasses. 

Mulder tried his best to look innocent and suddenly found himself admiring the 
old lady’s teapot collection on the dresser which was eclectic to say the least. A 
Dragon candle and a little china alien sat next to each other on one shelf. The 
alien wore a green trilby and appeared to be smoking a spliff. He almost gave 
himself whiplash as he did a double take. 

Scully blinked and grinned at her partner, after following where his eyes were 
looking, her hand snaked around his back in delight and she gave him a squeeze, 
watching as Katherine set three mugs aside and then put the kettle on the 
already heated Aga.  

“Everyone okay. Dana, Fox… ?  Tea or Coffee……? Think I got some camomile or 
peppermint somewhere…”
 
 As if on cue Mulder started to cough and splutter and Katherine shooed them 
both along the passageway into the bright spacious living room. 

“Thank you so much. You have a lovely home. Really cosy,” They both 
murmured, looking around at the surprisingly luxurious surroundings. This was a 
lot bigger than what Scully imagined.  She’d always thought her aunt had a 
modest lifestyle but this house was gorgeous and yet kept its country cosiness. 
Perhaps she was better off than she’d thought.  

Mulder and Scully tired and jetlagged from their flight took full advantage of the 
stuffed cottage couch in the oak beamed living room with the massive stone fire 
place. The soft cushions seemed to swallow them up like big marshmallows as 
they sank back into them with a grateful sigh. Mulder sneezed again and his eyes 
started to water. He gave Scully an apologetic look for being ill on their vacation. 
She smiled back and kissed his forehead. 

 She was starting to get worried about her partner as he was growing increasingly 
grey looking and exhausted. His eyes were closed as she sat next to him but she 
knew he wasn’t asleep.  

“Sorry Scully.”

“For what?” 

“Getting…” sneeze ….  “sick.” Mulder sighed as his lover smoothed the fever damp 
hair from his eyes, he knew she was using it as an excuse to feel his forehead 
and leaned into her touch. If she kept stroking his head like that he’d drift off to 
sleep in no time. 

“It’s not your fault Mulder. Although I think from the heat you are giving off right 
now this might be flu, not a cold.  I could fry an egg on your forehead.”

“Yeah, just my luck. Hey keep stroking won’t you G woman? Feels good.”  He 
sighed heavily, more relaxed now. 

Aunt Katherine breezed in with a tinkering tray of tea and cakes, clearly delighted 
to have someone to dote on no matter how many germs they were giving off. 
Mulder cocked one eye open and spotted the chocolate cake. Homemade if he 
wasn’t mistaken.  Rousing himself, he sat up to inspect it further. Every part of 
him screamed in protest, especially his back. He felt wiped but didn’t want to 
seem rude as to fall asleep just after they arrived. 

 As he took his mug, he watched curiously as his host poured a clear liquid into 
his tea. He looked up into Katherine’s mischievous gaze. 

“This will help kill the germs and make all those nasty aches and pains go away. 
Bloody airplanes tsk… tin cans full of nasty germs. “

“Umm, maybe but I think I caught this nasty at work. Our boss was lurking 
behind a manly sized box of tissues and bottle of Cherry Nyquil all week… What’s 
that?”  

“Something strong… Irish.”

“ Unless I’m mistaken that’s the wrong color for whisky.” 

“No this is better. Poitin. I make it myself. For all that ails ya.”

“You have a still? “ Mulder chuckled with delight as he lifted the mug to his lips, 
blowing on it while Scully just looked bemused.  The old woman grinned 
knowingly but then looked slightly worried as her brain slipped into gear. “ Ahh I 
forgot … you work for that FBI. Ooopse..” She pondered, muttering something 
that sounded rude and Gaelic. “ Aw you wouldn’t be slapping the cuffs on an old 
woman now would ya?”  

To Mulder’s chagrin she offered him her wrists in supplication, eyes full of 
apprehension.   He laughed, and sipped gingerly at his tea, touching her hand 
with his own to reassure.  

The stuff had a real kick to it and he sipped more of it and felt better as it went 
down. It was instant relief on his throat and down into his chest and he felt his 
eyes water and nose clear for the first time that day. 

“No no.. its okay… , we left our guns and cuffs back at home. Your er secret is 
safe with us.”  He indicated to the bottle for her to add a touch more and 
Katherine tipped a little in. “Though we may have to arrest you if you say there’s 
no more of that cake.”

“Would that not be a bribe now agent Mulder?”

Scully’s eyebrows rose but she grinned, thinking how wonderful and endearing 
her aunt was in the flesh despite her predilection for illegal hobbies. She looked 
forward to discovering more about her in the next few days and she knew; by the 
entranced gaze on Mulder’s sleepy face that he adored her already.  He even let 
her call him ‘Fox’. 

“No Tylenol for you Mulder, I don’t want to have to scrape you off the ceiling 
later. “ She picked up the bottle of Poitin and sniffed it, recoiling when the potent 
liquor stung her nasal passages.  “ Well , I think from the strength of this stuff it 
will have any bugs running for the hills in short order. Wooh.”  

“Try some Scully…when in Ireland..”  Mulder urged. For all of two seconds Scully’s 
features creased as if see-sawing with some inner conflict. 

“Umm, I guess we are far enough from the long fingers of the law. Maybe …” To 
Mulder’s surprise and her aunt’s obvious delight she took a swig, then another 
just to make sure.  Her eyes went a curious shade of blue and widened until her 
mouth formed a surprised ‘oh’ as the warmth spread through her.  Mulder 
watched in awe, shoving a large hunk of cake in his mouth.    “..That was great…” 
Came the squeak from her throat.

“ Good craic eh, winters are hard up here on the coast,”   Katherine explained as 
she put the cap back on the bottle.  “ It’s a great place, paradise in the summer… 
but aye, the winters are something else. You need a pioneer spirit to manage up 
here and well…. my bones are not what they used to be. This helps a lot, thaws 
out the marrow a treat. More tea? ” 


Katherine, cleared away the last of the plates and mugs and vanished into the 
kitchen. A moment or two later she returned and went through the ritual that 
brought the fire to life, putting on plenty of wood and peat blocks to last the 
night. The room upstairs hadn’t been used in a while. Not since…

She lingered a moment to watch the flames flicker over the room, off the many 
crystals adorning her mantelpiece and more especially the faces of her sleepy 
visitors making her lips turn up in a smile. It was late afternoon but bless, the trip 
must have exhausted them, and Dana’s young man not being well either. Only 
sound in the room was the grandfather clock’s dull ticking and Fox’s wheezing, 
which seemed to be worse now then when they’d first arrived. She vowed to look 
through her pantry and see what she could find to ease him. 

Dana had mentioned to her in passing when they were in the kitchen that when 
poor Fox got a cold now it almost always went to his chest. It bothered her a lot, 
although her niece wouldn’t admit it but you could read it in her eyes as clear as 
day. Maggie had mentioned the dark haired handsome man frequently in their 
chats and in that same caring simpatico that one might their own child. Talked 
about how much he loved her daughter and how his job always seemed to render 
him injured and hospitalised a lot. Probably kept her niece’s doctoring skills sharp 
and true. In just a few hours Katherine could see why he had captured the hearts 
of both mother and daughter  and was well on his way to snagging hers. Those 
dark eyelashes like smudged crescents on his cheeks were to die for…

She sighed and picked up the tray with Merlin at her heels on the way to the 
kitchen.  

 She’d leave them be for now and go make dinner. Something warming and 
delicious. No takeout up here in the wilds, she thought with amusement. These 
young professional couples today, too busy to eat properly and all that. She’d 
soon sort them out with some decent home cooked food.

Scully wasn’t sure what woke her up, whether it was the worsening noises from 
Mulder’s chest or that odd dream she had about a crack in the earth opening up 
and swallowing her whole. A scream or loud boom seemed to punctuate things at 
one point and she jerked forward with a start, her shoeless feet making contact 
with soft carpet bringing her back to the present. Where was she? …oh yes.  
Ireland, her aunt’s cottage with its many eccentricities and candles. Dream 
catchers and crystals catching the sun, making dancing prisms on the stucco 
walls. If it had just been a dream why were her ears still ringing? Jetlag her mind 
supplied, just jetlag and excitement of the last day, weeks even. Probably the 
prolonged flight that she wasn’t used to and that little pocket of worry about her 
partner that was never far from the surface, but there he was, safe right beside 
her on the sofa. 

 Oh she knew it was silly to fuss and fret over the fact he had a cold but each 
year, now he was getting older and the accumulative effects of more and more 
injuries meant that before when he would shrug it all off with just a sniffle and a 
funny throat for a day or so, now she had to keep a close eye on him when it 
went to his chest, since he’d had that last bout of pneumonia the doctor in her, 
and the lover felt on constant tender hooks. She rubbed her stiffened arms and 
touched where he’d drooled on her, then peered carefully at his flushed cheeks. 
She couldn’t help it when her hand reached out to touch his brow anymore than 
she could stop herself breathing. He was burning up, heat radiating out of him 
like a pyre into the air. It was when she bent over him to undo his shirt a little 
more that she saw it. A little black furry face peered out from under his right arm. 
Scully couldn’t help but smile. She’d often told him he had animal magnetism and 
this just proved it. 

“You’re okay with cats aren’t you Dana? Forgot to ask your Ma. Not allergic or 
anything?” Scully turned on hearing her aunt’s voice and smiled, shaking her 
head. The old lady put down another tray of steaming tea and best china. Tea 
seemed a panacea for everything, just like her Mom used to say but there the 
similarity between her and her aunt ended, except for perhaps the eyes.  
   
“I’m fine with cats; I love all animals, so does Mulder. No allergies… we’re fine 
thanks.” She got up to help her with the tray and cutting the cake.

 “That’s good then. Seamus was always a man’s cat.” She gestured to Mulder’s 
sleeping form with fondness as she set the small table with the tray. “Ned found 
him in a quarry as a small kitten and brought him home. They were inseparable 
….”  Scully watched her aunt’s eyes cloud slightly until they resembled the grey 
sky outside, but only for a few beats. “I think he misses him. The scent of a man 
and the way he would pet him…. Looks like he’s found a new friend there.”   Her 
aunt’s eyes lingered out at the sea landscape through the windows, momentarily 
lost in thought. Eyes fixed on an imaginary spot in her memory only her aunt 
could see. Scully turned away and let her have her privacy. Seamus opened one 
languid green eye and blinked at her watching her intently, when Mulder started 
coughing.  

The cat in question, sensing his warm sleeping spot might move at any minute 
stretched his claws across his human cushion’s chest,  jumped down and 
shimmied around Scully’s legs before mewling and bolting off in the direction of 
the kitchen where gorgeous smells were emanating. 

Mulder stirred and didn’t wake but Scully, the doctor never far from the surface 
went to check on him, placing her fingers gently on his wrist, observing how his 
pulse jumped about in his throat. Oh Mulder.  

“He should be in bed for sure. Looks done in. You look after that man… love like 
that is a precious thing. Redwood among sprouts, think I heard the expression 
once.”

“Yes, yes he is …” Scully agreed, smiling at the old woman’s expression, but her 
touch never leaving Mulder wrist, wondering where she had heard that before 
too.

“Aye, I put you in the big room. There’s an open hearth up there too so you will 
be nice and warm. Mild for March I know but nights can be glacial.”

“I hope we’re not putting you out of your bed.”

“Eh, No, it’s a big house but since I have to be up at the crack of dawn to tend to 
the animals and birds I don’t want to disturb you. I sleep down here mostly. I 
also snore enough to wake the dead. I wouldn’t wish that on me worst enemy. 
Like sucking porridge through a straw, it is. ” Katharine gave her a knowing wink 
on her way back to the kitchen. Scully brushed Mulder’s hand with her own 
before standing to follow her. 

“Thanks.  Oh my manners, can I help, do you need me to do anything in the 
kitchen?”

“Eh, no dear. Got it covered.” 

Once in the kitchen Scully reached into her pants pocket and took out her cell 
phone.  “I just looked at the time; I better call my mom and let her know we got 
here in once piece. I never meant to sleep that long. All that heat pouring off 
Mulder made me doze off. ” She frowned when it came up ‘no signal’. She put it 
away again. 

“Oh I’m sorry Dana,” Katharine turned to her while she stirred something on the 
stove. “ I forgot to mention, you can’t get a cell phone to work for love nor 
money up here. The house phone too is a hit or miss if it has a tantrum and won’t 
work. One of the joys of living in the sticks. But..”  she grinned as she waved her 
cooking spoon in the air suddenly,  “ We have  the internet as you know. A 
godsend here and keeps an old woman company when the nights are dark and 
lonely. Why not email your Ma and let her know you’ve arrived. I’ll just go fire up 
the lappy for ya. I’ll be in the study, you stir? “ She handed her niece the spoon 
and wiped her hands down her apron.

“Thanks I will.” Scully took over the cooking duty and startled a little when she 
heard someone behind her. 

Mulder came yawning into the kitchen as Katherine vanished into another room 
somewhere. Arms stretched above his head, he let his back and sore muscles 
reach some semblance or normality, his spine noisily clicking into place before 
yawning again. Scully thought he looked like hell, all bleary eyed and red nosed. 
He grinned goofily at her. She loved him all the more then because he looked so 
cute with a tuft of hair sticking up like a Peruvian guinea pig and rucked up socks 
working their way off his feet. She pushed aside the urge to wet her fingers and 
tamp his hair back down. Instead he slipped two warm arms around her waist as 
she continued stirring the soup, rocking against her and nuzzling her neck with 
almost day old stubble.  She allowed her body to lean back into him, the furnace 
like heat he was giving off felt good as it seeped through her skin and felt a pang 
of guilt about that. She was worried still but at least he was up and about. The 
proverbial walking wounded.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself, good sleep? You okay?”

“Aha. Sorta. Whatcha cooking me woman?”  

“Mulder….. if you value your testicles…..speaking of which, is that your cell phone 
or are you happy to see me?”

“Umm, guess.” Hot fingers sought the edge of her shirt and he found skin, 
tickling her midriff just barely. She almost dropped the spoon.

 He loved it when she squirmed. 

“You’re happy to see me or that’s not your cell phone?  ….Which doesn’t work 
here by the way. Katherine’s just setting up her laptop so I can email mom and 
let her know we got here intact. You know how she worries… especially at the 
moment.”  Mulder squeezed her shoulder softly and they decided it was time to 
check in.

“  Ack….féin truailleathóir ,”  Katherine muttered none too quietly  while 
viewing a website on the current US elections.  Shaking her head, she clicked 
on a window and Bush’s grinning countenance vanished from the screen to be 
replaced by a desktop image that made Mulder’s jaw drop and Scully start to 
snicker. 

 “ What the… Scully, please tell me that’s a figment of my fevered imagination?”

“What?”

“Um…”  Mulder pointed at the screen. 

“ Ahh …” Scully’s aunt’s turned to them and her face broke out in a grin  that 
made Mulder think of that song, ‘When Irish eyes are smiling’ . “you mean 
Melvin, my E-pal? Such a lovely man, I subscribed to his Lone Gunmen 
publication a while back. We got chatting, a few emails back and forth don’t ya 
know and then… one things lead to another and….well  we… er  have a guilty 
pleasure.” She intoned like she was divulging a never to be heard secret.

“Oooh,” Mulder’s hand flew to his stomach, making a noise as if in pain while his 
partner’s eyes blew up like saucers. 

 “We play Battleships on msn messenger on Wednesday nights. Keeps a lonely 
old gal company he does a treat. Very intelligent, man, so charming and 
knowledgeable too. A real gentleman. He also told me about a T2 connection for 
faster surfing. Got one installed last winter. Just so when the phones go out in the 
gales out we get up here we still have the World Wide Web.”  The old woman 
enthused. 

Did she really sigh at the end of that speech?

Scully stifled a giggle against her partner’s shoulder. It was surely the most goofy 
and somewhat sleazy snap she had ever seen of Mulder’s height challenged 
buddy, and the notion that he knew her aunt was just too funny on so many 
levels. She was willing to bet they even swapped cheese steak recipes or Fro’s 
asbestos chilli. She wasn’t sure at this stage whether Mulder would faint with 
shock or break out into hysterics. He stood there open mouthed, chest heaving 
slightly, eyes watering with the urge not to cough and his expression a curious 
mix of stupefaction and mirth.

“Battleships? …..Wednesdays nights?” 

Katherine gave him a coy shrug.   “Aye.”

“Katherine… I think that as a serving FBI officer, it would be a grave dereliction of 
my sworn duties for me not to warn you about the dangers of befriending strange 
men on the internet.”

“And they don’t come much stranger than that one”, Scully quipped under her 
breath as she stared at the grinning image of Frohike, giving his teeth some fresh 
air, and that all too familiar leer. It was just too much. But it was when Mulder 
whispered in her ear that his geeky friend was the original poster boy for 
‘Leprechaun Life’ and beat Tom Cruise to the punch, that her hand flew to her 
face as she suddenly lost all composure.  

Katherine gave a curious glance first to Scully who was quite red in the cheeks 
and beside herself, then to Mulder’s dead pan expression which threatened to 
buckle any moment. 

“Oh ya know him then?”

****

After dinner…

“You okay Mulder? “  Scully asked after her partner’s prolonged bout of coughing 
after their meal, a big hearty stew with lamb and potatoes. 

“Yeah… just tired but if I go to bed now I’ll keep you awake with my snuffling and 
tossing and turning and I won’t sleep. Might get some fresh air before I turn in.
Katherine made some more tea and Scully watched her tip some more poitin into 
Mulder’s mug leaving the bottle on the table. Anywhere else this would have 
seemed so odd, the thought of illegal alcohol so openly displayed but here in this 
wild corner of  Northern Ireland  amidst the warm charm and the company of her 
eccentric, very, she corrected herself, relative, it all seemed so relaxed and 
natural. She guessed Melissa had to get her new agey-ness from somewhere. She 
wondered if her sister had ever met her aunt. She had been a free spirit and 
she’d certainly travelled enough. Perhaps she could bring herself to ask….  In 
later years when Melissa had been out of touch with family, little snatches of her 
were very precious and Scully thought wistfully that it would be wonderful  to find 
a few tucked away here on the Irish coast she hadn’t yet discovered. Later. 

Right now she was too concerned about Mulder; his cough seemed to worsen as 
the hours ticked by. He was wheezing most of the time now. Good job she’d 
packed her Mulder kit, she figured any hospital was probably some way from here 
should the need arise. She’d grabbed some extra supplies at the airport drugstore 
when they’d landed…just in case. Looked like it was a good call. 
 
Her sick partner was almost dead on his feet but was currently deep in a study of 
Katherine’s huge bookshelf. Literally a whole wall devoted to reading matter; 
hardbacks, leather-bound rarities, everything and anything. 

Scully could imagine him mentally cataloguing each book as he muttered the 
titles to himself in his steel trap profiler mind. She loved watching him like this, 
he was mesmerising at times. Like when they made love, every thought, every 
facial expression conveyed so much about his soul. A million different nuances 
crossed his features, she normally only got to see this intensity when he was 
working a crime scene but tonight this was pure joy instead of the deep sorrow 
she often saw sifting across his eyes. She sighed, long ago she realised that he 
entranced her like no other person on earth. For the first time in a long time he 
seemed happy too.

Tolkien, Von Daniken, Hawking, John Mack, Pratchett, MF LUDER, that last one 
made his smile reach his eyes.  Each new title he fingered or discovery, made 
him evaluate and re-evaluate his wonderful host until this enigma that was 
Katherine left an indelible mark on his heart. Mulder was always surprised and a 
little startled when this happened as it was rare and unexpected, it gave him 
hope. 

It also made him curious. 

What was Katherine doing up here out of the way in such a desolate spot? Scully 
had mentioned that her aunt had originally come from Dublin but her uncle was 
from the north. Sure it was beautiful but also lonely for an old woman all on her 
own. She seemed tied to the place but something he couldn’t quite put his finger 
on, like an invisible thread was holding her to this mystic land. If her literary 
collection was a clue he felt a kindred spirit. So far, only he’d spotted the Bajoran 
earring that dangled from the older lady’s left ear. The Vulcan salute he’d given 
her by way of acknowledgement made Katherine beam from ear to ear and hug 
him. He could just imagine the eye roll Scully would have made had she not been 
in the bathroom at the time. 

But what about Ned?  His partner hadn’t been able to remember how Ned had 
died, no one in her family had ever mentioned any details. It was like some 
unspoken mystery, as if he’d vanished off the face of the earth…. like ….like Sam. 

No he wasn’t going down that road. ……  For once and it shocked even him, which 
he was trying to avoid the paranormal….

He was bursting to ask questions but he had to remember this wasn’t one of his X 
files investigations, this was Scully’s aunt and he had detected the tell tale signs 
of some underlying heartbreak or melancholy about her that went deeper and 
further back than the loss of her husband. Something he ultimately identified with 
because of his own past. Empathic strands that streaked out into the ether and 
latched on to other damaged souls like his as if magnetised. Like a quickening, a 
wire in the blood…..

 This lady was so motherly, like she lived to care for people…. Like his Scully, 
came the little voice in his head.

 Did they have kids? There was no mention save for the few mementos dotted 
here and there around this house. A couple of things on the mantle in pride of 
place that had the look of being crafted by a child’s hand. His mother had done 
the same when his sister…at least until she could no longer bear to look at them, 
or the things he’d made her.

He came back to the dining table and took a sip of his tea, forcing himself to try 
and relax. Letting the warm potent brew ease down his throat and spread warm 
fingers into his chest. Closing his eyes for a few seconds he took a deep breath 
and looked up to find the object of his ruminations, and his lover gazing at him 
with twin looks of concern. 

“I’m okay really… the pair of you..,” he let out a small laugh and saluted them 
both with his tea mug. Then he doubled over with a sudden attack of coughing 
dropping the mug to the floor. Scully was at his side in an instant and guiding him 
over to the couch where he slumped back against the cushions. “Okay. Perhaps 
…perhaps I’ve overdone things with this cold.”  His voice was a painful squeak 
over his lips when it tumbled out. 

“ Oh you think Mulder? That’s no cold. I want you in bed very soon.”     

“Ooh Agent Scully, eager much. Going to undress me as well eh? Wanna kiss my 
Blarney stone?”   He whispered the last part all hot and breathy against the shell 
of her ear.

“Mulder….” Exasperated, Scully flashed a look in her aunt’s direction only to meet 
the older woman’s amused wink and dammit if she didn’t raise her eyebrow in 
just the same way as his partner. Out gunned and outnumbered, Mulder thought 
on the edge of another rib shattering cough.  

Katherine chuckled and walked over to the mantle where she lit several long 
white candles, an incense stick, and then carefully took a moment to select and 
pick something up.  

“Here Fox,” Mulder gave her a curious look as she opened her hand and pressed 
the crystalline object into his palm. “Amber; good for the breathing. Just hold it 
and let its energy warm you.”

He held it to his chest and unfurled his hand looking at the gold facet, turning it 
over and rubbing his thumb down the hard edge. It felt tingly. His mind recalled 
the dangling crystal held over Scully’s lifeless body by her older sister Melissa 
almost a lifetime ago and felt a frisson of pain in the area of his heart. Still raw 
after all these years. 

The dog came whimpering into the living room about the same time the house 
lights flickered, they settled and then stayed on. Merlin plonked himself down at 
Mulder’s feet, a doleful look in his eyes. 

“Wind’s picking up again. Going to be a foul night.”  Katherine muttered, picking 
up the broken mug and patting the Labrador on the head.  
 
After a moment or two, whether it was the effects of the amber nugget spreading 
tendrils of earth energy into his lungs or not, he was slowly starting to regain his 
breath now and it evened out. Scully looked on, damp around the eyes with 
unspoken apology, fingers on the pulse in his wrist with her usual trademark ‘ten 
seconds and I call the paramedics’ stalker stance at his side. 

Mulder wanted to kiss her stupid because he was ruining their trip but thought his 
lungs might rebel again. Seamus suddenly made a surprise appearance and leapt 
up on the sofa with a noisy greeting that sounded like a finger dragged down a 
balloon, making them all jump. Green eyes blinked giving the human the once 
over before camping down in his new male friend’s comfortable lap, purring away 
like a motorbike. Mulder moved one empty hand over to stroke him, kneading his 
fingers in the soft fur. Unbidden, he thought about stroking Scully…’oopse better 
not go down that road either’…..the cats claws were digging in somewhere 
delicate…..’um later’ he pondered.  “Feeling better now.” 

“You sure you’re not allergic to cats Fox?”

“No not at all. I just don’t understand it. Maybe I’m not used to the damp.”

“But it’s damp in DC Mulder.” Scully countered.

“Well maybe Irish damp is different…I dunno… I’ll be okay but we are going to do 
all we said we’d do on this trip, Giant’s causeway, Bush mills, Dunluce castle and 
our 7th President’s ancestral home…all of that.  I’m ok. Really.  Scully, life isn’t 
about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

“Dancing in the rain will definitely put you in the hospital.” Sometimes he was 
infuriating enough to chip her teeth … but then he gave her that puppy dog, doe 
eyed look and she just melted. Reaching over she pushed a lock of damp hair out 
of his eyes and he pressed a kiss to her fingers as they lay against his cheek. 

 He wished he had a hand to free to touch her with right then but he was addicted 
to the cat’s purring vibration and it was soothing against his chest, as was the 
now blood hot crystal. He was so exhausted and sitting very still and chilling 
seemed like a good idea.

Scully leaned forward as if she had heard his thoughts and kissed his cheek. “This 
could turn into pneumonia if we’re not careful …I don’t like this. The last time…”

“The last time it was different circumstances.. I got better….you’re a doctor, and 
I’ll happily let you play doctor on me, you know you really get off on that,” He 
quipped with a wicked glint in his eye. “  but I am not going be cooped up indoors 
the whole time over  the next  few weeks either. We came all this way to Ireland 
and I want to see it all with you, together. I’ll even wear an extra pair of 
bootlaces if it will make you happy.. or borrow one of your aunt’s Arran sweaters 
but I am not going be an invalid hanging about like a spare wiener at a bar 
mitzvah.”

Katherine cleared her throat, hands on her hips, doing a pretty decent impression 
of Maggie Scully.  “Men! You silly bugger. Your uncle Ned used to be that mulish 
too. Remember that for future reference Dana, a kick up the arse does wonders.” 

Scully gave her a kilowatt smile at that notion. “Trouble is he’d like that too 
much, especially if I wore my six inch heels.”

“ Oohh, You know me so well G –woman.”   He flashed his teeth at her. Just as 
Mulder finished talking the lights flickered and went out completely leaving their 
faces shimmering in candlelight. Mulder’s eyes shot skyward. Merlin whimpered 
by his feet as an odd low rumbling noise from outside could almost be felt 
through the floorboards and clattered against the roof tiles which scared the cat. 
It suddenly shot off of the warm nest that was Mulder’s lap.  “Woah what was 
that?”  He yelped, nursing his chest where the cat had stabbed him with her 
claws as she fled.  

“ Ufasach….darn it,”  Katherine, swore loudly as they all listened open mouthed to 
what sounded like a sonic boom exploding over the house. The old lady got up 
and shrugged into her heavy coat. “I’ll have to go get the generator started.”

“Something tells me that may be a few years too late to be Concorde cruising 
over.”  Mulder hauled himself to his feet, his partner with her arm around his 
back as extra support. “I’ll come out with you.”

“No, no, you’ll catch your death, I’ll manage, been doing it for years. You sit 
relax, keep warm.”

“Katherine, if you think I’m letting you go by yourself out there after that…..”  
Mulder was adamant and he saw the old lady mulling it over for all of ten seconds 
before she finally caved.

“Ah, macho pride. I’ll play. This time. Okay, but wrap up well… its freezing and 
you’re already sick.”

“Mulder, I’m coming too,” Scully insisted, her eyes flashed him a look he knew 
too well. One that brooked no argument. What worried her most then was that 
not only was her lover’s spooky radar going off, but her’s had kicked in too. 
Mulder was right. No way were they letting her aunt go out there alone. 

“Do you have any idea what that was Katherine?” Mulder ventured, donning the 
thick blue parka, the older lady handed him in the hall. “..because I don’t know 
about you but with some of the stuff I’ve seen.., what Scully’s seen, that scores a 
ten on my weird-shitometer.”   

“Let’s just say that up here… you have to expect the unexpected. Here…”  She 
picked up two torches and handed him one. Scully did her coat up and snagged 
the other one.  

“I thought the house was going to crack in two. Are we on an earthquake fault 
here?…. I mean the land formations and stuff by the causeway must have been 
forged from tectonic disturbance at some point in history. I know there was an 
earthquake in England recently … but wasn’t sure about this area.”  

“No seismic activity in Antrim that I know of and I’ve been here a good few years 
now, and lived in Derry and Belfast during the troubles long enough to know that 
this isn’t a bomb, too well acquainted with those….but this coast,… there have 
always been …well,” Katherine’s mind searched for an appropriate phrase as she 
opened the back door to the wind swept courtyard. “folklore, odd lights in the 
sky, strange cries from the beaches. You know the legend of Fionn mac 
Cumhail?”  He nodded as her words were almost snatched away as a gust wind 
whirled around their heads. The air was electric, it smelled of ozone and 
something Mulder couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, the almost 
fetid damp was seeping down into his chest and he could feel the air being 
squeezed tight against his ribs. Was that a scream in his mind or the wind?  It 
was like it was mocking him, laughing at his expense. It felt…odd, making the 
hair stand up on his neck.

They staggered in the buffeting wind as they all hurried across the courtyard to 
one of the barns that housed the generator. Mulder sandwiched in between Scully 
on one side and her aunt on the other, holding them both for dear life lest they 
blow away.  There was some light from the full moon but their torchlight raked 
the cobbled pathway and when he flicked it up a touch he just made out a faint 
green haze above the far cliff top about three miles away up the gully and what 
looked like an electrical storm dying out to sea. Weird Lightning? It looked so 
eerie and after all that noise he half expected to see aliens or a UFO hovering 
over the bay. 

“Mulder…you okay,” came his partner’s voice through the gloom. 

“Yeah..” Mulder found his breath and shone the torch trying to locate the door 
handle. After finding it stuck fast he managed to shoulder it open for them and 
they all blustered inside. Momentarily rendered breathless by the blasts of wind 
all round them, they stood still for a moment to catch their breath listening to the 
wind making an unearthly evil sound like a dying creature circling all around the 
barn.  Almost like it had stalked them from the house over here.  “The legend 
about the Giant’s causeway and how it was forged is well documented.  I had to 
do a paper on it in college. Took a fill in class for mythology.”
 “Really? Is that the giant that supposedly created the causeway by hurling rocks 
at another giant in Scotland?” Scully asked, somewhat shivering in the cold as 
she watched her partner get all manly with the generator.    

“Yeah Scully, that’s him.” Mulder worked on the generator as he reached into his 
eidetic memory for the story.  “As the legend goes an Irish Giant (read alien 
bounty hunter) lived on an Antrim headland and one day when going about his 
daily business a Scottish Giant named Fingal began to shout insults, hurl abuse 
and flip him the bird from across the channel. Quite close to here actually. Angry 
Dude Finn lifted a clod of earth and threw it at the giant as a challenge, the earth 
landed in the sea.
Fingal pitched a rock thrown back at Finn and shouted that Finn was lucky that he 
wasn't a strong swimmer or he would have made sure he could never fight again 
or father future generations.
Well, Finn was kinda pissed off and began lifting huge clumps of earth from the 
shore, throwing them so as to make a pathway for the Scottish giant to mosey on 
over in person and open up a can of whup ass. However, ….however, by the time 
he finished doing an extreme make over coastal edition on the crossing he hadn’t 
slept for a week and so instead devised a cunning plan to fool the Scot, and 
remembered not  to bend down anywhere near Michael Moloney. ”
 “What? ……More Mulder more!” Scully waggled the torch at him unable to hide 
her laughter. Mulder grabbed it from her and stuck it under his chin making a 
creepy caricature of himself. He pulled a silly face and went cross-eyed then took 
a deep breath as he turned his attention back to his work and the story.
“I’m getting to that…” he grunted and he tried to force the spanner under the bolt 
to free it on the generator side panel but it just wouldn’t budge. He feared it was 
rusted up, probably from the perpetually damp air.

 “Sooo, Finn disguised himself as Fro… I mean a baby in a cot and when his 
adversary came to face him, Finn's wife told the Giant that Finn was away at the 
Consortium karaoke marathon with CGB but showed him his son sleeping in the 
cradle with a big green pacifier in its mouth. The Scottish giant became 
apprehensive, for if the son was so huge,…. cast that dirty thought from your 
mind Scully, ..what size would the father be?
In his haste to escape, Fingal sped back along the causeway Finn had built, 
tearing it up and farting as he went. He is said to have fled to a cave on Staffa 
which is to this day named 'Fingal's Cave' where he stayed forever , discovered 
Ratboy hiding out there…and had great baby back rat rib barbecues and later 
moved into a disused warehouse with two ditzy guy pals in Anacostia.    Ughhhhh   
ow….!” 
“ You can be so cruel Mulder… but funny all the same, especially the ‘Michael 
Moloney’ part.  I swear though, the next time I see the guys … I’m going to get 
them to spike your cheese steaks with jalapeños.”
“ Ughh, okay  then… think Kersh and Skinman duking out their Mojo either side of 
the Potomac with big manly bollards.” He smirked into her flashlight beam, 
waggling his eyebrows, despite how tired he was.

“ Somehow that’s worse…..”

“How you doing Fox?”  Katherine coughed lightly, enjoying the banter, chuckling 
to herself… but feeling awkward that Fox was doing himself in while out here in 
the cold when it should be her job. Why it wasn’t working she had no idea. It 
normally fired up right away.     

“Err it seems to be stuck,” he grunted, trying hard not to cough up a lung. “either 
that or the bee pollen Scully made me try the other day robbed me of my Mojo.” 
Turning to grin at her while he kicked viciously at the start handle of stubborn 
prehistoric contraption. 

“Mulder I have better, more inventive ways to make you lose your Mojo. Keep 
that up and no Cherry Nyquil max strength night nurse for you.” 

“ Oooh, hey ‘Pervy is sexy’ Scully.”  This time Katherine laughed loudly and rolled 
her eyes. 

Another loud crack overhead and the generator shook to life in a hail of sparks 
and Mulder who had still been tinkering with it, went flying, and landed in a heap 
a few feet away. 

“Mulder!”

“Aw Fox…Fox,”

Shocked, Scully and Katherine flew to his side. He wasn’t moving and his eyes 
were shut. Scully felt his neck for a pulse. Sure enough it was there fluttering 
erratically beneath her fingers and she breathed a sigh of relief, echoed by her 
aunt who was rubbing Mulder’s wrist the other side of him.

Scully’s hands were a flurry of activity as she checked him all over. Feeling the 
back of his head her fingers touched a knot there. It was then that he groaned 
and opened one eye, peering at her. The generator purred away in the 
background punctuated by creaking wood as the wind blew against the barn. He 
gave her a pained lopsided grin.  “Shaken but not stirred agent Scully,” he 
quipped groggily.

“Mulder, thank God, you gave me such a fright.”

Coughing he tried to sit up, gingerly reaching behind his head. 

“It worked, hey, I surprise myself sometimes. Woah.. that was some rush.” 

“You hit your head, steady now. Take it slowly love.”  Scully helped him to sit 
upright, shaking a little with shock or he was just cold, she wasn’t sure which but 
she knew either wasn’t good. He needed to rest and that was long overdue.   “I 
think this is enough fun for one night Mulder. Let’s get you back to the house.”  

“So you can have your way with me?”

“You wish.” 

Katherine who was looking sadly at the state of her niece’s poor partner tried to 
shake off her deepening guilt and gave Fox a hand to get him up on his feet. 
Every muscle in Mulder’s body shrieked in protest so much he thought he might 
throw up any second. It was a slow cold journey back to the house, poor Mulder 
could hardly move. 


******
The Aga in the kitchen gave a welcome blast of hot air as they trouped in, Scully 
and her aunt flanked the still shaken Mulder. 

“Off to bed with ya young man, you earned your rest. Mind how you go now. I’ll 
make you some special cocoa," she winked.  He managed a small smile but was 
floundering and half asleep. His head and chest felt like hell.

“Believe me Katherine, the way I’m feeling right now you’ll get no argument from 
me. Good night.”

“Goodnight Fox. I hope you sleep well.” 

Mulder walked slowly up the stairs to their bedroom, wet cold and coughing up a 
storm. He was a bit wobbly from his tribulations and being blasted across the 
barn but he made it to the top with a grunt, Scully behind him, her hand 
supporting his back as he went. 

“You okay Mulder? That was a nasty crack on the head. Maybe you need to go to 
the hospital.” Scully eased her partner down onto the bed and fluffed up the 
pillows for him. He sank back into them carefully with a sigh. 

“Scully we are a little too far out here for that to be practical. I’ll be fine as long 
as I get some sleep and some of that Cherry flu crap you're hiding in your case. 
You checked my eyes and they’re okay. You can check them again later if you 
like. I’m just gonna lay on this obscenely comfortable bed and crash.” With that 
he sighed and closed his eyes. Little coughs making his chest rise as he 
attempted to get into a more comfortable position. 

“You’re not going to get out of those damp clothes first?” Scully had fished the 
Cherry Nyquil out of her luggage and placed it on the bedside table.

Mulder opened one eye and peered at her.  “You wanna undress me, Agent 
Scully?”  He leered ,which she returned with a  seductive look of her own.  


Back in the kitchen 

“He’s asleep finally.” Scully sipped at her mug of steaming cocoa as she stood 
warming herself by the Aga. Her aunt sat at the big oak kitchen table, glasses 
atop her nose, leafing through a few paranormal magazines. “I’m really worried 
about his cough though, his chest sounds awful. I’m scared the chilling and the 
shock he got in the barn tonight will make it worse. At least he doesn’t have a 
concussion.” Katherine put down her reading glasses and peered up at her niece. 

“We’ll keep a close eye on him. Anything serious they might have to airlift him 
from here. Couple of small Casualty…sorry ER depts to you, in Ballycastle, but 
between the pair of us and that mini drug store you brought with you we should 
manage. Nice shower?” Scully nodded and sat opposite her aunt at the table 
wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown and hair damp from the shower.  

“He fell on his feet when you came into his life, Dana…that’s for sure. You really 
look after that lovely man. I sense some dark unhappy vibes about him though, 
it’s in his eyes. Such sadness behind all the laughter, a visionary, a seeker of 
truth, never gives up on miracles. And you love him with everything you have 
too… am I right?”

“Oh Yes, with all my heart, he’s my soul mate, everything I ever wanted in 
life…and he’s such a caring passionate man. A guy that literally gone to the ends 
of the earth for me. Mulder is everything I could ever want. I couldn’t live without 
him. He’s been through some rough times…. unhappy childhood and the loss of 
his sister, Samantha…”  She stopped there, unsure how much to tell her 
Katherine about Mulder’s unhappy past and all the hell they had gone through 
these last few years especially. But when she looked into her aunt’s eyes she saw 
only deep understanding as if she had read through her thoughts. ‘She’s a wise 
old duck’… her mother’s own words came back to her. 

“And I bet he couldn’t last a day without you either, Dana. I see that in his eyes 
and heart, which he wears on his sleeve when he gazes at you, if you hadn’t 
noticed it. He’s a catch that’s for certain. My Ned was like that, everything to me. 
He’s been gone a while now….”   The old woman looked off sadly into space again 
for a few seconds before turning back her younger companion, a small smile 
nestling at the edge of her lips. “We won the Irish lotto one year ya know. Back in 
the nineties.” 

“You did? Wow. That’s great. A lot?.... Oh sorry I shouldn’t ask.” Scully 
admonished herself.

Katharine laughed and popped her glasses back on. “No its okay, you can ask, I 
don’t mind saying. Six hundred thousand pounds. Five numbers and a bonus 
ball.”  Scully whistled. 

“You moved here about then, did you buy this place?”

   “Aye, it was about twelve years ago now, Ned was working in Derry… or 
Londonderry to you. I was a nurse in Belfast but I would travel back to Derry at 
night. The height of the troubles at the time and we were sick of it, sick of the 
religiousness of the city that caused all the troubles…bombs, checkpoints, afraid 
of being shot at in a crossfire…and tired of patching up young people maimed and 
desecrated by a pointless civil war…for that’s what it boiled down to. Whole 
generations wasted because of this stupid feud and kids orphaned or growing up 
without their fathers.  Divided streets, families….just went on and on.”  She 
pulled a face and looked away, when she turned back to Scully she had the 
beginnings of tears in her eyes…”Aye well…we had this windfall and got away 
from it all, a golden opportunity to move up here, so we jumped at the chance 
and brought this place for a new start. We’d always liked it here. The area calls to 
us…..”  Scully placed her hand over her aunt’s listening intently but at the same 
time keeping an ear out for Mulder upstairs if he needed her.  

“Ned and I are.. how shall I say?  A tad unconventional. Most people think we 
were married but we never got around to it. Surprised you too eh?”  She laughed 
at Scully’s raised eyebrow. 

“I didn’t know.”

“Aye well.   Folks on both side for the family were disapproving, we were from 
different sides of fighting tracks if ya get ma drift. A wedding would have meant a 
punch up somewhere down the line.. Soo, instead of trying to deal with all that 
we came up here to Antrim. It’s always been a dream come true and here,”  she 
gestured towards the dark landscape outside the big kitchen window. "We were 
free to be ourselves. Live off the land, indulge in a few pastimes that would have 
raised eyebrows back home. Oh nothing mucky Dana,” she laughed at her niece’s 
inscrutable expression.  "If you have noticed the kind of literature collection I 
have and the fact that I subscribe to the LGM’s Silver Bullet. Well that should give 
you some idea of the kind of interests we have. Paranormal vigils around this 
headland and anything unusual. A bit like your young man upstairs. Quite a 
revelation meeting the famous and handsome Fox, Spooky Mulder and realising 
he was the young man you were seeing. The one Maggie was always raving 
about.”   She winked.

“I think it’s safe to say Mulder noticed.“ Scully laughed getting up to grab some 
more cake.  “This place doesn’t disappoint either, what was that going on 
tonight? If it’s not an earthquake what was it? I have never seen anything like 
that. Fionn Macuill?” she ventured. 

Katherine shook her head and stood up, looking out the window towards the sea. 

“I don’t know and that’s the truth of it. Ned and I looked into it a great deal, 
some people from Dublin University Paranormal dept came up here to investigate 
with us but it turned up nothing.  People have their pet theories. Old Fionn and 
his Scottish giant foe, tectonic disruption and a new fault forming…even Guia’s  
rebellion against global warming but its an all year round phenomena, They say 
some days after the lights and the noises, that the shore looks different some 
how….not just because the tide is out but its a markedly different landscape… like 
a crack in the earth has somehow moved the geography around as if two giants 
have been throwing rocks…yes I know.  It’s not just confined to St. Patrick’s day 
as some of the tourists think though.  Its bums on seats in pubs round here and 
sells tickets for the local attractions and general tourism, but on the other hand 
its scared people off too. During the troubles there was gun running up in the hills 
around here and the IRA  would hide their munitions in the caves. Don’t know 
what happened but something scared them away and that’s saying something. 
Tough angry men and boys.”

“Go on.”

 “Ned listened into a Ham radio channel one night and picked up some 
transmissions. The signal was fractured at times but all he heard about was the 
bodies on the beach.  Grown men crying and talking about bodies, parts of bodies 
and the rocks.  They asked for help which was unusual because they were hiding 
there, not supposed to be there, most were wanted men…but then things got 
weird, there were lights in the sky, like the northern lights ya know, vibrations 
and what felt like aftershocks. Winds that howled like a banshee. Yet when the 
police and British military went down there a few hours later here was nothing. 
No bodies, the caves had vanished and there was something else…”  Katherine 
eyes relived alone what she had seen all those years ago and then suddenly she 
was back.  

“That’s incredible.”

“The sea was red….just red…..and then sea had gone. It was gone two days and 
then it returned. The sands were glowing but when we got close….there were just 
millions of fish, sea creatures, just gasping for air. Strange….makes the blood 
chill just thinking about it.”

 Scully sat and gaped as her aunt went on with her story, watching the old 
woman shiver in remembrance.  

“The rocks…the Causeway… all looked….I dunno…different somehow. Like a giant 
hand came down and scooped up a big part of the coast and then kicked it all 
over the place like it had a tantrum or something. What happened next was even 
stranger….”

“What?...what was it?”

“About a week after all that an' the storms that followed, odd clouds and so 
on…well it all came back, like it had somehow snapped back how it was.”

Scully felt the shiver right down to her marrow as she recalled another time when 
something similar had occurred. The Ivory coast of Africa..while poor Mulder lay 
dying back on a DC hospital as she thought of a way to try and find a cure for his 
brain affliction caused by an alien artefact. … the ship.  She did the math in her 
head….could it have been around the same time? She didn’t say anything else but 
planned to talk to Mulder about it later. 

“Well Dana, perhaps if Mulder feels up to it the two of you could take a walk with 
me to the beach tomorrow. Take a look at the Causeway, natural wonder of the 
world ya know.”

Scully nodded...”  We’d like that…as long as he’s ok. Speaking of Mulder, I better 
go check on him. I’ll take him up some cocoa.”

“Eh, dear you do that and oh, I have something here that might help him feel 
better. My own concoction. Another thing I like to do is wild crafting.” She 
grinned going to her refrigerator. “Here,” She handed Scully a dish of something 
that looked creamy, pale and thick, it gave off a neutral odour. “That should see 
him right.” Scully looked at curiously.

“Oh thanks, um, do you have any bread I could put this in? I’ll take him a 
sandwich up with his cocoa.”  Katherine gave her sideways look and peered at 
her over the rim of her glasses with an amused expression. 

“What?”  

The old lady shook her head and chuckled a bit before regaining her composure, 
patting her niece on the shoulder at the expression on the confused young 
woman’s face.

“Oh Dana… It’s not for going in bread… his chest dear, its goose grease; you 
spread it on his chest.”  

*** 
Not surprisingly Mulder was awake when she shouldered her way into the room 
with tray with cocoa and dish of goose grease, which looked like sickly congealed 
lard. ‘Ewe’, she thought. Scully didn’t think she had the heart to hurt her aunt’s 
feelings but she just couldn’t see Mulder agreeing to submit to such a bizarre old 
fashioned remedy. Then again..

“Mulder,” She called quietly, putting the tray down.  She heard the dog bounding 
up the stairs and into the room behind her, he jumped on the bed and looked 
profoundly comfortable, if not pleased with himself. 

 Her lover had his back to her, dressed just in boxers, staring out of the window. 
Every so often he would cough, a deep rattle shaking his whole back as he 
hunched over slightly with pain hugging his arms  around his ribs. It was obvious 
he hadn’t heard her come in as he didn’t turn around. Mulder’s skin was like ice 
when she touched him and he let out a strangled cry of shock and wobbled 
slightly as he became less disorientated. She noticed his pupils were huge. What 
had he been staring at? After the gale it was relatively calm outside. 

“Sorry Mulder. Didn’t mean to make you jump. What are you looking at out 
there? You’re freezing, get back into bed.”  

“Hi,” he turned and kissed her, then pulled her to him, slipping his arms around 
her. She felt the chill of his skin through her sweater even, he was so cold.   “its 
okay Scully… sorry, miles away. I saw some lights down by the beach, some 
noises and I had a weird dream. Then I noticed you weren’t here.”

“Sorry, I was taking a shower, then went to grab a hot drink. What did you 
dream about?”  She asked as she pressed her cheek to his, relishing his embrace.

“I’m not sure… something about the rocks…the causeway..  a crack in the earth 
and screaming… something in the sea…what?” 

She couldn’t quite disguise the shudder she felt then. 

“You had a fair amount of Katherine’s Irish moonshine. I’m not surprised you are 
having odd dreams. With the jetlag and all your body clock is thrown out.”  

He studied her face for a long time, then he smiled and his eyes shone in the 
firelight of the room.  If she wasn’t mistaken he looked even more disorientated 
like his attention was elsewhere and he was being pulled in another direction.  
Somewhere beyond that headland a few miles away. She couldn’t suppress the 
shudder, that inexplicable fear that passed through her. “I brought you a hot 
drink, help you sleep.”

“Ahh this is why I love you Scully," he started to cough again, making his chest 
hitch.  "What's that you got there?” he asked as he proceeded to poke a finger in 
the whitish goo in the bowl on the tray and stick it in his mouth. “Ughhh…what 
the…”

“Katherine’s secret recipe for a cold and flu compress.”

“What the hell is it? Mashed Flukie? ”  Her partner asked, pulling a face. 

“Its goose grease…you're meant to spread it on your chest.”

“Please tell me your joking Scully.”

“Apparently it’s meant to be very effective as a poultice. I knew you’d balk but I 
didn’t want to upset her, she meant well.  Hey….” 

Mulder pulled a face and hopped back over onto the bed, propping himself up 
against the pillows. “It smells ..like… rancid feathers. Tastes even worse. Kinda 
like Langly’s cooking.  C’mere Scully, I can think of something much better I want 
spread on all over me right now.”  Before Scully could say a word he’d grabbed 
hold of both her hands and pulled her over on top of him, nose to nose, which he 
then kissed, then looked up at her, smoothing her hair from her face as it 
dangled on his chest, grinning at her like a fool. 

“Feeling better?”  

“Now I am.”  

“What you grinning like that for G-man? Something’s tickled you. Spill.”

“Just imagining Frohike’s face when he realises he’s having an internet romance 
with your aunt of all people.”  Scully tickled his chest with her fingers, and then 
raised a finger to his lips. Predictably he sucked the digit into his mouth, his face 
quite playful. His fever was breaking it seemed. Maybe they could enjoy some 
sightseeing after all.

“Oh I dunno if I’d call it that. I think Katherine is still pining for Ned. Think Melvin 
is just her gaming buddy. Though…come to think of it… I did notice the autograph 
on the desktop photo. ‘Here’s looking at you sweet lady, Love Melvin’… umm you 
may be onto something there Mulder. Now if you don’t stop doing that to my 
finger…..” 

“No intention of stopping agent Scully. Its St. Patrick’s day and I’m making a 
wish.”

“You’re not even Irish,”

“No,” his fingers came up to stroke her face and let them trail over the shell of 
her ear, “But you are.”

Early hours of the morning.

 Mulder startled awake coughing and found sometime in the night he’d been 
unceremoniously dumped on the floor. Wow the earth really had moved; pity it 
wasn’t because of their lovemaking. A coy grin spread over his face as he 
remembered that well enough along with sore muscles. 

 It took a moment to figure out where he was in the almost dark. As he got his 
bearings, he happened to glance at the glow from the window and watched in 
awe as a volley of multicoloured lights flew like geese across the glass. What the 
hell is that? It went on for a few moments. Mulder picked himself up and checked 
on Scully. She was sound asleep, face beautiful and serene in the glow from the 
open fire in the room. Merlin lifted his head for all of a second from where he’d 
obviously been relegated to the floor, to look at his new friend, whimpering a bit 
as the lights shifted patterns across the room. The dog seemed nervous.    

Mulder needed to take a leak and get a drink or something. His chest felt tight 
after all that late night exercise and he was beginning to feel like crap again. Just 
a quick trek downstairs and he could come back and resume snuggling up with 
his nice warm lover. Just holding her made him feel better. Hopefully the Aga was 
still warm and there was hot water in the ever preset kettle there, maybe get 
some coffee. He might take a look outside, just a breather, he told himself. 
Wasn’t going to ditch her or anything… Scully would kill him, but maybe he would 
just go out the back and get some fresh air, blow some of his fuzzy headedness 
away and check out those lights, whatever they were, and come back in. The 
wind looked like it had dropped now and it was dry outside. Just some cloud 
cover over the moon and a little mist down near the bay.  It looked and felt 
magical. Exhilarating even. 

Dressed again in warmer clothing, he slipped quietly out of the bedroom door, 
avoiding the creaky floorboard he’d discovered earlier. The dog’s head went up 
when Mulder crept out of the room, he whimpered a little and crept out after his 
new friend. 

Mulder swallowed the last dregs of his coffee and washed up the mug in the sink, 
placing it on the draining board. It was so peaceful, no one around, just the odd 
slither of wind whipping across the courtyard outside. Funny, where was 
Katherine?  No one in the living room on the sofa, he’d checked, just a pile of 
blankets still in a pile like she hadn’t slept there at all. Perhaps she’d gone to 
check on the generator… but the power was on ok, he’d just used the kitchen 
light. 

The black lab was by the door sitting expectantly panting with his tongue out. 
“Here Merlin…” he bent to stroke the dog, scratching his neck and whispering to 
him about what a good boy he was, or what he thought the dog wanted to hear. 
It seemed to have the desired effect as the dog went all goofy on him, licking his 
hands and jumping up his legs. “Shhh.. now… wanna come for a walk with me, go 
find your mom?”

Mulder threw his thick green parka on and went outside, careful to quietly close 
the heavy back door.  Immediately, the dog bounded off over the courtyard and 
the darkness swallowed him up, although he could hear the occasional distant 
bark. What a difference a few hours made. There was barely any wind at all now, 
but still it was a biting cold with the fog making Mulder pull his parka hood up 
over his head to keep warm. Despite the warm clothing he still felt the freezing 
chill right down to the bone. 

Where could his host have gone? This wasn’t a good time for an old lady to be 
wandering about in this weather…it must have been the early hours of the 
morning now,  but then he had to backtrack; she lived here and looked after this 
farm, this was probably a regular necessity to come out if the need arose, come 
rain or shine. Checking on and feeding animals, or maybe the light show had 
startled her and she’d got curious about it like he had. Mulder smiled as he gazed 
upwards to the stars twinkling like frozen eyes in the deep indigo vista of dawn. 
She was a little like him in that respect, both recognised that questing need to 
investigate the curious and unexpected.

 Merlin suddenly came back to his side, wagging his tail, startling him a little. 
“Hey boy…you can’t find her either huh?”  

He checked the shed and other outhouses, the barn…where he discovered the 
still; chuckling to himself over that. Moving out towards the edge of the farm, 
shivering and one hand on the dog beside him, his eyes scanned the fields ahead 
and up the hill.  Where there weren’t ribbons of mist he could make out some of 
it in the full moon.  Worried now because he couldn’t see any sign of Katherine, 
he tried to get the dog to go off and find her again but it got a little more than a 
yard ahead before it turned tail and ran back to him. Tell tale signs of a cough 
bubbled up into Mulder’s chest, hurting his ribs and his hand flew to his mouth, 
while his arms braced his ribs. For a few seconds he rode out the wave of 
breathlessness which bent him almost double. It was then that he heard it. At 
first he thought it was just the wind. Like a faraway song, a small childlike voice 
calling even, gaining in strength and then snatched away by the wind that was 
picking up now. Every sense was alive inside him as he stood up again, gasping, 
feeling the ethereal song go around in his head, trickling the inside of his skull so 
badly that he wanted to scratch at it. It was coming from the beach and he had 
to get there. Some obsessive need took over and kept him running despite the 
frantic protest of his lungs, the dog still faithfully at his heels. 

Mulder headed across the fields, dodging big basalt rocks in the grass and moss 
terrain so black that he could barely see them. He’d almost tripped a few times so 
he slowed down, breathing heavily looking around him. The higher he climbed up 
the gully that led down to the sea. Soon he wanted to tear at the sound, to snub 
out that burning irritation in his mind, his ears, the dull throbbing behind his eyes 
starting to affect his sight now and he was almost crawling over the rocks one 
excruciating step at a time, cutting hands and knees, possessed by the high 
pitched wailing banshee cry like every fibre of his being was being propelled 
against his will. 

Slipping against the rocks, the gully seemed to even out, flanked on either side 
by huge cliffs and pendulous clumps of mist clinging to his body like icy fingers 
but Mulder was now wading through a stream of near frozen water fed from the 
hills behind him. Going down a few times, his left knee hit an unforgiving boulder 
that made white hot explosions of pain shoot through his leg and almost made his 
throw up.  Saturated with sea spray, numb with cold and half mad from the 
noise, he staggered dizzy and unseeing until he could go no further…. 

The voices wrapped around him, mocking him, twisting him in their grasp, 
thundering in his head until he stumbled with a hoarse yell, plummeting over the 
edge of the outcrop that plunged onto the dark causeway into nothingness, just 
an unimaginable vibrating and cracking noise broke over his head as he fell, 
enveloped in light, barely breathing as Scully’s face punched through the chaos 
fighting for supremacy in his mind. ‘So sorry …Scully’.

A lone silhouette of a dog sat on top of the outcrop, whimpering at the crashing 
sea on the rocks beyond, his distress carried away on the wind and sheeting rain. 
Paws over his ears and occasionally barking at the lights that whizzed past his 
line of sight.  

Black rock cottage 7.13am.

 Scully sat bolt upright, paralysing dread gripping her heart.  Something was very 
wrong she just knew it. No sleepy awakening wrapped in the warm cocoon of her 
partner’s arms and his gentle languid kisses that always greeted her.  She could 
still smell him, his aftershave, the way his skin felt but he was physically gone 
from the bed. Jolted from a dream back into cold reality, she shuffled off the bed 
and threw on her clothes without bothering to change them. 

Taking the stairs two at a time she was shaken when she almost knocked her 
aunt flying coming in the back door as she was trying to out, an equally shocked 
look plastered on her face…not just shock, Scully’s mind supplied. 

Horror. 

Working on the X files over the years she felt her stomach flip, she knew that 
look all too well. 

“Dana…”  Katherine had been crying, but was now out of breath, shaking a little, 
a sight that almost paralysed her. 

Mulder.

Causeway cliffs 

It took them a while to reach the shore but both of them had a determined 
mission and pressed on through treacherous rocks and driving rain dragging a 
huge medical kit, tools and Ned’s old climbing equipment along with them. The 
first morning light was just a few streaks of orangey pink edging up over the 
horizon. It was freezing cold.  When they spotted the dog sitting dutifully in place 
on the cliff top they knew they had reached the right place.  He turned and 
roused a little when he saw his mistress and her companion, whimpered and then 
barked, as to mark where his friend had gone over the cliff so they could help 
him. 

“Good boy Merlin, that’s a good laddy eh.”   The old Labrador looked at her 
mournfully. 

Katharine didn’t say much, she seemed unable somehow as if something had 
pierced her heart and her soul had bled out through it. She looked utterly bereft, 
this had to be bad. She had been on the shore watching the waves as she said 
she often did. Scully thought she must have had a reason but didn’t press her. 
Then she mentioned all her sheep were dead where they had been perfectly fine 
the night before. She mentioned a disturbance, another loud sonic boom and 
what looked like arching over the causeway. She’d made her way down over the 
honeycombed shaped basalt structures to see if she could find the cause. Wind 
and rain had driven her for shelter in a cave and thats where she had heard his 
cry. 

About twelve foot up an open crevice, Mulder was somehow trapped in the rocks, 
moaning quietly and calling for help.    

She hadn’t known it was him at first but she was in shock when she saw him 
hanging upside-down, blooding dripping from somewhere on him turning the sand 
and the rocks red in a slippery pool by her feet.   His legs seemed to be trapped 
but his arms hung free, his eyes closed. 

Horrified, she ran back the house, that’s when she had noticed the sheep for the 
first time, all lying on their backs, like white unmoving rocks in the grass. No time 
to waste, she needed to find Dana. There was a storm coming and where Mulder 
was trapped the tide was coming in. He would surely drown if they couldn’t free 
him soon and his injuries looked severe. The thought that he’d been looking out 
for her when this happened didn’t even bear thinking about. She was beyond 
bereft, if he died… 
 
“He was alive when I left here to fetch you Dana, alive but trapped and I think 
maybe unconcious. I couldn’t reach him, there was no way. He was too far up. I 
called to tell him I was coming to get you and to hang on but I don’t know if he 
heard me, the tide is coming in and the surf breaking up over the rocks. I dunno 
if he heard me.” She repeated, her words all spilling out in panic.

“How bad was he?” Scully had forced herself into doctor mode to offset the shock 
and despair she felt right then, the immovable fist of pain in her chest. Keeping 
herself together was the only way she could get him out of this.  

 “I don’t know dear. I swear it’s my fault, I think he must have been looking for 
me. …I …should have said I go on these dawn walks… makes me feel closer to 
Ned… but now look what I’ve done..”  And she dissolved into tears but Scully 
pulled her into a tight hug. 

“Oh Katherine…it’s not your fault …it's just what Mulder sometimes does…more 
times than I care to count. Believe me, that man is so inquisitive. Something 
must have drawn him outside. Something weird was going on all last night. 
Cracks and bangs, lightning I think. I could only half hear it because I was so 
tired and worried about him being sick on this trip. I fell asleep and Mulder must 
have got up for something. We’ll get him out eh? You and me. C’mon …its okay.”

“Thank you dear.”   She seemed far away for a moment before speaking again.  
“Check the ropes bag; I think there are some long ones in there. Some 
crampons. They were Ned’s.  Don’t forget the tool belt either. You might need 
that.”  

Scully peered gingerly over the edge of the cliff but couldn’t see anything. 
Couldn’t see her partner or any sign of him, just angry waves crashing and dark 
foreboding rock that went straight down in hexagonal pillars, some hollow that 
led right through to the sea like a funnel. Where was he? 

“Mulder…”    No answer. Only the waves and wind answered back like a mournful 
cry. Like a voice… death song…. No she mustn’t think that way. 

The drenched agent dumped the bag of medical equipment on the grass and went 
for the other bag of ropes and stuff her aunt had brought along. Pulling out a long 
one she began to loop it and doubled tie it round her waist, pulling the knots 
tight. Then she clipped on the tool pouch, not caring about the sheeting rain 
hitting her face or the cold, just focused on a one track mission getting to Mulder 
and getting him safely out of danger. 

“You’re going to be okay going down there…if you want me to…”  Katherine 
looked terrified, she was trying to get the dog away from the edge but Merlin 
steadfastly refused to budge. His miserable whimper bit right through Scully’s 
soul.  

Scully looked pointedly at her. “I have to go Katherine, I’m not ageist but I think 
abseiling down there in this weather, well it could be a problem for you with 
arthritis. Its okay, I’ve done this before. I’ll be fine. Going to have to be, there’s 
no choice. Mulder needs us. Just loop the rope and crampons over there around 
that big rock and then the second rope I’m going to tie around him. I’ll tug on the 
ropes and yell when I’m ready okay?” She pointed up the bank about three 
meters behind them. “That looks a good a place as any and gives us leverage.”
   
Katherine complied; securing the rope Scully was attached to and the second one 
for Mulder. She watched her niece from afar by the rock as she checked the 
tautness of them both and then with increasing fear her eyes were glued to her 
rain soaked, niece’s head as she vanished below the edge of the cliff.   This was 
no weather to be even up here in, let alone climbing down steep stacks. She 
clung onto the dog for company and warmth, imploring the goddess earth to keep 
her sweet niece, Dana and her lovely man alive and safe.

A few meters down Scully reached her partner at last. It was a long laborious 
decent and she was out of breath and frozen to the bone but she didn’t care. She 
thought she would never make it but looking at his limp hanging body now she 
realized why she couldn’t see him before. Mulder was half wedged firmly, almost 
impossibility between a cleft in the precipice by both legs, while the rest of his 
body was hanging in mid air. It was weird, almost like his legs had been fused 
into the narrow rock cleft itself, like the rocks were trying to devour him. There 
was no rational way he could’ve have slipped down and ended up that way. It 
defied all reasoning. Had the rocks moved? No, that was impossible. She 
cantilevered the rope which lowered her down a bit more past the rest of his body 
so she could reach his head.  Feeling for and finding a pulse in his neck she 
almost cheered, but then felt her heart sink wondering how the hell she could 
release his legs. If he couldn’t be freed he would die. No doubt about that. 

Alive he was but his pulse was thready, his breathing very shallow. Clothing torn 
to shreds and a big gash on the back of his head was steadily dripping blood feet 
below to merge with the raging sea swirl. With each crash of the waves against 
the rocks it deepened her chill and her resolve, tying a second rope around his 
middle as a raft of white water shot up the gap and soaked them with spray.  It 
was as though they were reaching up to claim them, drag them into the swirling 
angry sea to their death. Looking up she noticed the storm clouds blustering 
fiercely across the sky far above, heavy pendulous omens of doom from her 
perspective.    
   

“Hi Scully. ..When did …you drop in,” Mulder’s voice was weak, barely a whisper 
and she felt the effort it cost him as his chest heaved against her as she held 
onto him for dear life. Bless him though, she felt like crying, his sense of humor 
was still intact even if his bones weren’t. There appeared no way to get his legs 
loose. She swallowed, both tibia were probably broken or crushed and he must be 
in incredible pain. 

“Mulder…. Take it easy love, going to get you of here.”

“Good luck Scully,” he coughed a little before continuing and she worried to hear 
the worsening congestion in his lungs. “ It’s a nice idea…. but I seem to be stuck 
in …rocks like the meat in a …sandwich.” 

“How the hell did you end up like this?”

“I don’t know,” he tried to laugh, “ But I …now know what fish bait feels like…and 
its killing my back. Ahhh.” 

“And your legs I bet.” She grimaced at the sight of his squashed limbs trapped in 
the dark rock. 

“I ..er..can’t  feel my legs….. May just be because I’m fucking cold and just 
hanging around. Scully, what you doing?”  

His partner was pulling something out of the big pouch she had clipped to her belt 
with one hand, while she hung onto him with other. 

“Hammer. Going to try and break the rock and ease your legs out.” Mulder looked 
sceptical for once but Scully was undeterred and started attacking the rock 
around his legs. One leg was trapped up to his thigh. She had to get him out soon 
before he went into shock. He was already shivering and his teeth were 
constantly chattering. 

Mulder stared miserably down at the ocean swirling around the bottom of the 
stack, hoping like hell if by some divine intervention she did get him free he was 
securely tied, trying to ignore the pain, the cold and the feeling like he had finally 
used up all his nine lives. Very slowly, he tried to move his arm to latch onto 
Scully’s but it was too numb with cold. Gritting his teeth he tried to tune 
everything out, he was fading fast and each time Scully diligently chipped away 
at the rock he felt excruciating pain lance through his lower body. There was 
nothing he wanted more than to let go let everything fade to black, his breathing 
was becoming more difficult with every breath but he owed to his partner to stay 
awake, there was no way she could haul him up to the top if she did manage to 
free him. 


After several fruitless minutes Scully stopped hammering. It was no good, the 
little she’d chipped away wasn’t enough to allow her to loosen his legs or even 
get her fingers around and she was exhausted. She felt the first sting of tears in 
her eyes as she realised it was impossible to move him.     

“Scully.”

“What..?” She turned her face to the rock; she didn’t want him to see her tears or 
the defeat on her face. 

“Soo, no  rational… theory how I did the impossible and got stuck in the rocks 
Agent Scully?”

“No … It can’t happen but it has,” she sniffed. “Right now I don’t care, I just want 
to get you out. My aunt is up top, she’s fine, going to help us get out and then 
she’ll go for the paramedics. The power is out again at the farmhouse so we 
couldn’t get through. Internet is down too this time. Whatever that was …it fritzed 
everything.  But right now I need to get you out of here…by any means 
necessary.  ”

“I know, its okay. You tried.” Mulder’s words chattered through his teeth, every 
part of him trying not to look at the hacksaw she was holding in one hand. Where 
had that come from? He bit his lip, afraid and proud of his strong partner that 
never ceased to amaze him, when the chips were down that courage just roared, 
just where she pulled it from such a small beautiful frame he could only wonder.  
Right then she was a giant in his eyes. 

Her eyes were full of apology as she looked at him, tears slipping down her face.

“I’m not giving up.. dammit!”   Not able to nod he blinked his eyes at her, hardly 
able to see for the driving rain now cascading down the funnel stack. 

Mulder wished he could touch her then but he was almost spent. The wind 
buffeted them both as they hung there in the ropes facing each other sadly. What 
else could she do? It was impossible. Something beyond comprehension had put 
him here; he still remembered that sound like a siren song scrapping against his 
skull. Whatever it was had been his death knell. He didn’t want it to be Scully’s as 
well. He wanted her to go back up to the top, to be safe. They were both going to 
get killed if the rocks shifted again. Dangling there he had tried to work out what 
happened and as weird and inexplicable as it seemed, that was the only answer 
he’d come up with. This coast was steeped in lore and legend and maybe there 
was something in the wrath of the two giants  that shaped the Causeway on this 
coast, maybe a sense memory that re-enacted every now and then and he’d been 
unfortunate enough to get caught it its deadly thrall. Maybe he could open an X 
file on it, if by some slim chance he could get out alive. 

He turned his head slowly towards his partner only meet the despair and fear in 
her eyes as she contemplated perhaps the only way she could free him alive. 
Okay so be it, he thought, knowing she wouldn’t leave him down here. The 
thunderclouds above were grumbling angrily across the coast, not to mention the 
almost subsonic buzz he was feeling in his legs where they were jammed into the 
rocks. Something was building up to happen again and he wanted like crazy to 
grab at his skull as the eerie cacophony started up again. He needed her to do 
whatever and get up the top again to safety.

His heart started to race and she started to cry again.

“I…I can’t do this Mulder..”

“Yes…yes you can… go for it.”

“I…. don’t know if I can..”

“Yes you must we don’t have a choice…It’s okay…I’ll be alive…I can deal with the 
rest…”   he gulped down his own tears and the sickening dread that gripped his 
heart. “..later… Scully please.”  

His partner leaned down and kissed him, awkward and strange because he was 
upside down facing her. He felt her warm lips against the wet chilled skin of his 
throat and he was buoyed by her courage when she whispered “Okay,”  in his 
ear, no more than a  quiet breath. 

“I love you Mulder,” her fingers smoothed the clumps of drenched hair out of his 
eyes, then travelled down his cheek and wiped moisture and blood from his lips 
where he must have bitten them. There was a roaring in his ears now, like bees 
on the warpath and his head was the hive. An unrelenting noise that twisted into 
an almost faraway lilting voice, transporting him into the abyss, pulling him down 
further as he watched her eyes bled water all over him as she faded from view.

“I love …you too…”  Scully made sure his body was secure in the ropes, anything 
but look at his huge scared puppy eyes which slipped closed when he suddenly 
went limp. 

“Mulder.. no…” she cried in alarm. Panicked she hauled her self up a touch to feel 
his pulse. It was still there but weakening and his lips were blue. Fumbling with 
the saw, she picked a spot about an inch from where his legs were trapped, cut 
away his pants there, pulled some twine from her pouch and tied it tight around 
the area she planned to cut and took a deep breath, telling herself this was the 
only way. It was better to have her lover alive even if disabled, as opposed to 
letting him die here. He’d still be Mulder and she would care for him whatever it 
took. The lesser of the two evils. He’d given her permission… that wonderful 
brave love of her life….

As she placed the saw to his bruised and battered flesh a huge lightning bolt 
struck the rock above startling her, and another…and another until it sounded like 
an air raid going on overheard, making her drop the saw...

“No…!!!!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs  as she watched it clatter off the 
rocks into the swirling eddies of water below,  greedily swallowing her only means 
of freeing her partner from certain death. “Katherine…help…”, She yanked on the 
rope as hard as she could muster to try and alert her aunt; she had other tools 
up there… if only…

But she never finished that thought. A blinding flash enveloped her as she clung 
fast to her partner suspended in the tangle of ropes like helpless marionettes as a 
maelstrom of sounds, a thousand sirens and the deep rumbling roar and cracking 
of age old rock, like the earth was furious at the gods, splitting them into a 
million shards, exploding all around them and then darkness.  

***
Undetermined time later.  
Sand dunes near the Giants Causeway.  NI.

Damp and cold to the bone Katherine sat dazed in a sandy dune. Ears still 
deafened she remained there for a while, unable to think or feel, or see anything. 
Her head hurt and for a few moments it was hard to remember who she was. 
Getting up she thought she should be somewhere… The storm …yes the 
storm…Dana, Mulder.. “Oh god… No!”

She ran, despite her gammy legs she ran, not really knowing where she was or 
going but she had this voice in her head familiar and compelling so she followed 
where it sent her. The air was electric like the storm had charged everything 
around her heightening her energy and purpose to find them. The waves and the 
wind still mocked her but she ignored them. It seemed like hours since she had 
been running but her breath carried her on, wind at her heels and sloshing of wet 
sand soaking her stocking clad legs.  When she could go no further her steps 
faltered and she stopped, gasping. There was something moving up ahead… but 
sometime during …whatever this was she had lost her glasses and her vision was 
blurred. It looked like… No it couldn’t be…?


“Merlin.”  The dog saw her and came bounding over to her, he was wet and sandy 
and wouldn’t keep still as he licked her all over, practically shaking with euphoria 
at finding his mistress.

She bent down and ruffled the dog's wet fur hugging him to her while tears 
streamed down her face.  Her poor niece and her man were probably dead, there 
was no way they could have survived all that, it was happening again, it had 
taken them too….just like Ned…just like… Corwen… and the tears flowed anew at 
the thought of them..

Her only Son. 

Lost here so many years ago… claimed by this coast’s wrath… She only sought to 
understand… and now they had robbed her of her Dana and Mulder too. How 
could she ever tell Maggie, that her only surviving child had lost her life trying to 
save the man she loved…just as she had all those years ago?

Merlin started to bark, pulling away from her before she could stop him, leaving 
her arms empty just holding fresh air. Katherine climbed unsteadily onto feet 
made weak with grief and followed him, he was going like lighting up the beach 
towards what looked like the area of the causeway…  But the landscape was 
different somehow; chunks of rock strewn out across the beach like discarded toy 
blocks thrown by an angry child. Deep fissures in the sand opened up like greedy 
mouths swallowing smaller rocks and drifting sand kicked up by the wind. 

Hexagonal clusters of basalt indigenous to the famous causeway lay scattered 
and tilted in the sand but when she rounded the edge of the long beach where 
the cliffs had been there was nothing there….a large gaping maw of cliff had 
vanished and the pillars of rock that once stood like organ pipes so tall and 
impressive had gone… like something had tunnelled through it and blown it apart 
on impact.

She bowed her head, tasting fresh tears, wishing it had blown her apart as well, 
the guilt and grief threatened to overwhelm her but then she felt something soft 
and wet against her hand. Merlin barked again and tried to pull her coat sleeve…  
“No, not now boy… I’m sorry, can’t play with you now…please..”  But the dog was 
insistent and kept tugging before finally breaking away again, seeing that he had 
his owner’s  attention and  scampered off up the beach a few feet ahead towards 
an outcrop of  rocks sticking up from the sand… no they weren’t rocks…  

“Oh my ….”

 The dog jumped around in excited abandon finally able to show his mistress his 
find, circling and barking. Something was moving. Despite advancing age and 
fatigue, Katherine ran the rest of the way.

 “One, one thousand, two one thousand…three..”  A breathless, Dana Scully had 
been so intent performing heart massage on her partner’s lifeless body that she 
never heard her aunt approach until she felt a warm hand on her back. Looking 
up startled, she saw the unspoken question in the old lady’s eyes and nodded 
acquiescence. Wordlessly they slipped into sync working on the badly injured 
agent. Katherine doing chest compressions and her niece with her mouth fused to 
her partner’s blue lips forcing life giving breath into his lungs. Swirling sand and 
wind whipping around the trio as they worked with a single purpose to do the 
seemingly impossible. 

When he coughed finally, his body physically lurching off the sand in his, lovers 
arms they both cried, Scully hugging her partner to her tightly and pressing her 
lips against his forehead. “It’s okay Mulder, it’s alright…your going to be fine…we 
can work out what happened later…but for now…..”

 “ A chuisle mo chroí,”   Katherine whispered, touching Mulder’s face as he 
opened two sand crusted  eyes to meet her beautiful smile and his Scully’s.

In the distance a helicopter circled and banked towards them, moving ever 
closer. 

Ballycastle Hospital 
22nd March. 

Mulder was lucky, after being rushed to hospital by an Irish navy rescue 
helicopter and surgery to set both his broken legs and treatment for bronchitis, 
concussion and exposure, he only spent three days in intensive care with 
breathing problems and an erratic heartbeat. Scully was unhurt but shocked and 
spent a night sleeping on a put you up bed near Mulder’s room, lovingly watched 
over by Katherine who refused to leave the hospital until they were awake and 
looking healthier. She divided her time between them.

No one knew how the emergency services were called. The generator had gone 
down at the farm at the time and there was no way anyone could have known… 
unless… 

Scully had her own theories as to where the helicopter came from. She’d inquired 
to thank those responsible for airlifting them from the beach only to find there 
was no record of such a helicopter being sent out and the Irish navy couldn’t 
even trace the registration code. It didn’t belong to them. All they could tell her is 
that a man who wouldn’t identify himself had emailed them.  Right then she could 
have cared less, she had no idea what happened out there on that cold vicious 
day but what she was thankful for was the fact that Mulder was alive in once 
piece and that she had her aunt’s caring company.  

One thing though was that when Mulder was examined in hospital it was found 
that he had sea water in his lungs, and in his unconsciousness kept muttering 
about mermaids.  When awake he’d claimed they’d dragged him from the sea to 
save him from drowning. Katherine had grinned indulgently at that, saying that 
they may never know and that something mysteries were best kept that way. 
Scully feared Mulder would want to go explore that beach again soon, maybe 
open a new X file when he was better. Perhaps… 

Black Rock Cottage  24th March.

A few days later, after Mulder had been released they returned to Katherine’s 
farmhouse, the old lady making a bed up for Mulder in the conservatory that 
looked the fields down to the sea.. Mulder wasn’t going to be able to travel yet for 
a few weeks and in truth the old lady was only too happy to have their company 
a bit longer. It seemed that Seamus and Merlin thought so too as they were both 
curled up either side of Mulder as he tried to scratch at the tops of this plaster 
casts.   

“Damn it I wish I had a knitting needle or something. It itches.” Mulder 
complained as Scully brought him a mug of hot milk. Heavy meds meant he 
couldn’t have caffeine yet so tea was out. However, it didn’t stop Katherine 
spiking his milk with odd drop of Poitin when her niece’s back was turned. She 
winked conspiratorially at Mulder, a gesture that disturbingly reminded him of 
Frohike, and handed him a plate with some more upside-down apple cake which 
he was fast getting addicted to.  

“Aye if ya had that you might stab yourself in your leg. I have something in my 
pantry better for making you forget the itch.”

“I’ll make you forget all about the itch Mulder, if you promise to behave and quit 
scratching.” Scully purred in his ear and she shifted the cat to sit beside him on 
the floor by the sofa, her hand squeezing his.

“Ah you know Scully this is a bummer, me being laid up like this. We never got to 
do much sightseeing. What about Skinman’s Bushmills. He’ll kill me.”

“Probably for the paperwork on your medical leave and desk duty when we get 
back too.” Scully piped in to remind him.

Her aunt looked thoughtful. “Well you know if I have to be honest,” the old lady 
shuffled off to the kitchen for a moment. She returned shortly with a big dark 
brown bottle bearing a James’s label. “James’s is better by far a whisky, but 
everyone and his chum head over to Bushmills when they come to here because 
it’s well known. You tell that boss of yours that this is a much better brew. I’m 
telling ya true.” 

“Thanks we will but Katherine, you didn’t have to go out of your way to get that 
for me.”

“Oh I didn’t… it’s an old bottle and I filled it up with a drop of hard stuff.”

Scully and Mulder exchanged amused glances. His partner swatting his hand as it 
went to scratch at his casts again. 

“You mean you filled it up with Poitin.”

Mulder started to laugh at Katherine’s knowing wink. 

“And when he runs out he is welcome to come visit me to pick up a fresh supply.” 
The old lady laughed.

Just then something came through the letter box in the hall and Scully went to 
retrieve it. She came back in holding a newspaper.

“That’s odd Dana; I don’t normally get a delivery out here.” 

“Really?”  

“No, lets give that a once over.” She popped on her new specs and scanned the 
print on the first few pages. She looked up a few moments later, a shocked 
expression on her face. “Dana, you and your man might want to see this.”

Dana took the paper from her and stared at the news article from a few days ago, 
sat down next to Mulder and shared it with him. It made no mention of their 
lucky escape as she had expected, but instead reported that that causeway area 
had suffered a disturbance, a small earthquake…the epicentre a few miles out to 
sea. The photo of the beach area and the Giant’s Causeway though was very 
intriguing. It had been taken the day before by the British geological society, but 
…was strangely intact, none of the destruction that they had been embroiled in. It 
was like it had never happened.  

Mulder looked worriedly at Scully, she could see him mulling this over already, 
forming a hypothesis…. Knowing he’d be itching to take a look for himself if he 
thought he could get away with it. She gave him her patent stern eyebrow and he 
chewed on his lip and scratched at his neck.  

“It’s as though it’s rebuilt itself …that’s astonishing.”

“Aw it is that. And it’s taken its secrets inside it again. …but for how long?"
 
Suddenly the penny dropped. And Mulder gasped his eyes full of compassion he 
looked at the old lady and watched her eyes cloud over. 

“Katherine? Is this what happened to Ned?” The old Lady got up and came over 
to the big window that overlooked the landscape down to the bay. 

“Aye….it is. And someone you didn’t know.  My only son, Corwen.  A number of 
years before we moved here, Corwen went on a camping trip with his school 
friends. He was sixteen, old enough to be going on a weekend away with friends. 
Sensible lad, good grades, loved us both like a son should.”  Turning to look at 
the rolling sea beyond the window, “Well … I think you can guess what happened. 
We came up here, bought this place to be near him somehow…after he was lost. 
It helped a lot until Ned. This coast took him too, swallowed him up in the rocks. 
Gone. They never found his body but he’d been in that area walking when it all 
kicked off. Went out one day and never returned. He used to look for him down 
on the beach. He never did get over his death. Some say he went and drowned 
because he missed his son so much but I think they suffered twin fates.”

Scully was almost in tears. “I’m sorry I never knew.”

Katherine smiled. “No one did really. Your mother was the only I one was in touch 
with, having burned our bridges with our local family here, was only in the last 
ten or so years since we got the internet that I came across your mother and our 
family in the States. Did one of those families reunite things? But anyway, I don’t 
know if I ever mentioned our boy to her.  He’d been gone so long and it was too 
painful. I didn’t want any pity.” 

“Sorry, so sorry we never realised.”   Scully replied, tucking a blanket around 
Mulder as he lay down. The meds were making him sleepy again. 

Katherine crossed the room to the mantelpiece and took two small objects from 
the top and brought them over to him and Dana. Mulder recognised them as 
something he’d perused when they’d first arrived. She handed them one each and 
smiled sadly.

“I want you both to have these. Corwen loved this place; he always talked of 
mermaids…. Singing to him when he was on the beaches here as a child.”

“Oh Katherine we couldn’t.”  Mulder felt tears prickle at his eyes but his partner’s 
were already spilling down her face. She’d been to hell and back in the last few 
days, wondering if he would recover…the whole trauma and unanswered 
questions. To think that her aunt had gone through this twice now. 

“Thank you, so much we will treasure them always.”  Mulder’s childlike wonder 
and whispered reply reminded her so much of Ned. And he would have liked 
Mulder. Katherine’s lips curled up in a smile.  

“I’d like to think there are mermaids Fox. That they spared you from two warring 
giants. When you were delirious you were saying they pulled you from the water 
you know. They owed me this time. ” She pursed her lips.

Mulder shook his head, unable to pull that from his eidetic memory, but just a 
fleeting flash of something tickled him in places he thought he’d forgotten. An 
angelic face, a never ending song that swept over him like a feather touch and 
too soon it was gone. When he came back to himself Scully was rubbing his hand. 
She leaned over and kissed his and she turned his mermaid over in his hand with 
such reverence, like it was speaking to him and only he could hear it. Katherine 
handed them a small glass of Poitin each and took one for herself. They toasted 
to the loved ones they had all lost and stared at the flames leaping up the back of 
the fire and just for a moment, Mulder thought he heard that ethereal melody 
again.   

“I’d like to believe that this time they saved both of you.”  Katherine took his 
other hand, still bearing the bruising of his ordeal and held it gently.

Mulder looked at her with great affection as he started to doze off again. “I want 
to believe that too.” 

The end.