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The next day was dedicated to travel. Featherstone picked up a new car, then set about covering miles. In the trunk, they had no idea what direction he was taking.
After a few hours, he opened the trunk lid, shouting "Lunch!" in a cheerful voice. Half of a kid's meal hamburger was placed in the cage. He actually refilled the water bottle, too.
They had learned that such generosity was seldom a good sign, but they dug into the food well enough.
He started to shut the lid, then said "Oh, yeah," as an afterthought. He fished around in his pocket and withdrew a woman.
"Meet Counter Clerk Claudia!" he said, dropping her into the cage. Then he was gone.
Scully waited out her screaming to start answering her questions. She noticed that Tilly wasn't paying any attention to the new woman. Or her. She didn't think it was a good sign.
--------At the motel the next morning, there was a break in the routine. Featherstone packed as usual, but when he took the cage out to the car, he left Dana and Tilly in the room.

He picked Scully up and placed her on the desk. An upended trash can made a prison for her, the phone book held it in place. She didn't see what he did to Monroe.On his final trip to the room, he released Dana, picked her up and carried her to the window sill at the back of the room. Tilly was already there, the window was opened.
Featherstone lifted the woman up to his face, licking Scully's belly and boobs. "One last taste," he murmured. Then he put her down on the sill and settled into a chair.
"What's going on?" she asked Monroe.
"A message," the other agent...former agent replied. She stepped forward and grabbed Scully in a headlock. Scully started to fight back when there was a whisper in her ear.
"We're faking your death. Sell it." The moment seemed to stretch for eternity.
Dana spend a microscopic eternity trying to decide if Monroe was sincere, scamming Featherstone to let Scully escape, or if she was dedicated to the giant. Maybe she only wanted to trick Scully into cooperating with her own death.
And no matter what Tilly intended, was Featherstone going to take her word for it, or verify her death for himself?
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Tilly squeezed harder and the decision was taken out of Dana's control. Her body fought back. She twisted to break the hold on her and separated from her assailant.
"What are you doing?" she shouted as the two faced off on the window sill. Over Tilly's shoulder, Dana saw a sparrow looking at the activity with interest.
"Killing you! To prove to the Master that I'm his creature, now."
"You're crazy!"
"Maybe," Tilly agreed. She aimed a kick at Dana's head. In response, the other agent sprang back then popped up to deliver a snap-kick. It hit squarely on the crusted scab on Monroe's foot. She staggered back, almost falling.
Scully tried to follow up, but Monroe was ready for her by the time she got close. They traded minor blows for a while, Featherstone cheering and jeering as they did.
If he'd thought ahead, Scully found herself thinking, there's be a bowl of jello or pudding handy.
"I'm the one the Master needs," Tilly hissed.
"Master?" Featherstone mused. "Oh, that's good. I'll have to make all the girls call me Master from now on."
"He doesn’t need you, Tilly, he just sees you as a toy."
"That'll change." She dropped to sweep a leg through Dana's stance, but she just jumped up over the leg, kicking Tilly in the ass as she landed.
She grunted but stood up again. "It'll change," she repeated, "when I give him the killers."
"What killers?" Dana eased away from Tilly for a moment.
"I caught the Kissing Killer, but didn't turn her in."
"Her? You shot a man to death. He turned out to be...”
"Faked. He was the boyfriend of the Kissimmee Killer. I saved her. Protected her. Taught her. Introduced her to others. Others I can introduce to the Master." Tilly's smile was positively carnivorous.
"You're mad..." Dana whispered. Her defense faltered and Tilly swept her into a hold again. Dana struggled to escape.
"Ever since you stole Mulder from me, I've wanted this," Tilly said through gritted teeth.
Stole Mulder? Scully thought. She grabbed at the arm across her throat, trying to get air.
"Oh, HO!" Featherstone cackled with glee. "So it's personal!"
Monroe grabbed Scully's chin and a finger. "Make it good," she whispered. "This is my last official act as a Bureau agent." With that, she twisted her victim's head around, breaking the finger. The snap of cartilage accompanied the shocking twist.
From the Doctor's point of view, it looked and sounded like a broken neck. Before Dana could do more than gasp in surprise, from the pain and from still being alive, Tilly threw her out the window.
She fell to the soft mud under the window. Soft being relative, she couldn't prevent the grunt of air escaping on impact. She lay still where she landed, biting down on the pain.
Voices sounded above her.
"Nicely done, Tilly."
"Thank you, Master. It was my pleasure."
"I saw that. Now, will it please you to make the phone call?"
"Oh, yes. Telling Mulder where to find the body of the bitch he threw me over for? And then I threw over, for him? I can't wait."
The voices faded.
Bushes surrounded this side of the motel, hiding her from any passersby. She knew she should move, find shelter, set her finger, but for right now she was comfortable pretending to be dead.
The bastard might glance out any time. So she stayed still. Tears leaked out of her eyes, but that was probably okay. He'd never noticed them before.
For an unguessed time she lay there. Finally she heard the voice of the maid, saying something about guests' habits as she closed the window.
Scully crawled to the base of one of the bushes and leaned against it. Finally she examined her finger. It seemed only dislocated. With a grimace, she reset it, biting down on the surge of pain. With everything else, with a week in Featherstone's care, it was almost anticlimactic.
Hell, it was one of the first things she'd done by her own choice since the hotel lobby. She tried to see it in a positive manner.
Dana found she was leaning on the stem to keep her bruises from the landing clear. She should probably check for broken ribs, but she hesitated. What would she do if there were any?
She tried to calculate the distance she'd fallen from the window sill to the ground. Then she tried to figure how her reduced mass would affect the fall. Then she found herself worrying at the problem of where the original mass of her body might have gone. After that she wondered where she was, and what the largest predator likely to wander through motel brush hedges could be. Then she was sleeping.
Footsteps woke her. Someone came rushing up the sidewalk. A few bushes away from her, they tore into the branches, searching back and forth across the ground.
"Must be Mulder," she thought.
"Scully! Scully!" he called urgently.
"Wrong room, Mulder!" she shouted as loudly as she could manage. He didn't seem to hear over his frenzied rustling of branches.
She waited until he slowed down, still calling her name.
"You can't count motel OR apartment numbers to save your life, Fox!" He froze for a second; obviously trying to decide if he'd really heard her.
"Over here," she said, shamed at the whine in her voice. Seconds later, the branches parted and Mulder was looking down at her in concern.
"Scully, you've…”
"...lost weight," she finished with him. "Is every agent going to say that to me?"
"Probably," he said. "Are you okay to move?"
"There is absolutely nothing I want more than to get the hell out of here."
"Great," he said, reaching down slowly. "I've got a shoebox all picked out for you."
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A Bureau doctor treated Scully in another hotel. Scully had more than a few flashes of fear to find herself laying on a generic table in a room so similar to all the ones she'd seen recently. Finally he gave her a sedative and left.

"So, how are you doing," Fox asked when they were alone.
"I can only get better," she said, pulling her hand towel tighter around her. He raised a hand, as if to pat her back or shoulder, but after staring at her for a moment, let it back down to the table beside her.
"So, how'd you get to me so fast?" she asked.
"Oh, we were closing in. The task force had him down to the area code when Tilly called. He's kind of sloppy, for such an evil bastard."
"That'll change," she muttered.
"Yeah," Mulder said, looking down. "That was a weird call."
"What did she say?"
"Well, she quit her job, she wanted to use her middle name from now on, she'd killed you for stealing my love, and she was running away with a mad scientist to take over the world."
"Uh-huh. Well, she didn't kill me, and I didn't steal you but I think the rest is true."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Scully said, standing to walk over towards Mulder's hand. "Something inside her seems to have come alive in the Doctor's tender care." She stroked his wrist. "Is there any chance she really faked the evidence in the Kissimmee case?"
"Probably. She was doing that 'renegade cop on a mission against her superiors' thing."
"Where have I heard that before?" she asked with a smile. He smiled back and tried to look innocent.
"Anyway, when she brought in the proof, with the suspect dead, everyone was too embarrassed to look closely."
"So, Featherstone has turned an FBI agent. This won't make it easier to find him."
"No," he agreed. They sat contemplating that for a while. "Well, that's later," he finally said. "First, we get you to OSI. There's a Doctor Wells who wants to see you."
"See me?"
"It's a bit of a stretch, but he thinks he can restore you." She threw a pencil at him for the pun.
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