TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (1/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris
Carter and 1013 and FOX.
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it.

SPOILER WARNING: None, I think.
RATING: * Warning: NC-17 but not all the time.
CLASSIFICATION: T, A,R

SUMMARY: MSR and Skinner/Maggie (it's not that he couldn't have had a
stunning one, etc. but in this line of story it couldn't be.) - A Crash in
two ways. A jungle adventure. And a Sequel to Dark Shadow in a way but it
can be read totally without reading the previuos one.

CONTENT WARNING: Anti Mulder and Scully Romance shippers
be warned and bag out . The story is mine and I love them together. And
there are some very bad things too which happened in a way or other in which
some high rank people were involved and forgotten as so many things and not
such in this country.

COMMENTS: And please excuse any spelling and so on errors again, English is
not my native language, neither remotely, so don't shoot me because of it.
In this one I'm showing you a bit of my new home country.
But the most important of all, I wanted Fox and Dana once here. They are no
CIA so I had to put them somehow here, there's
when me came this very idea.
I hope you enjoy it as well as I did in writing it. Well, the most part I
loved to write and it was getting all huger as I intended.
They wouldn't have so much trouble here as there, there are toomuch true
believers here and a lot of UFO sightings as well and surely strange stuff,
in good ways and in very, very bad ones, as some I relate here, which give
me the creeps and I will show you the two ways. But beside this it's a
wonderful country, turist all the time come back or stay forever as it's a
country full of contrasts and horrondeous things happen everywhere in all
continents. Sometimes I think, we watch toomuch news or they forgot, they
could bring sometimes good ones.
I hate unfinished stories by the way, but I think, if I post these parts I
finished, I will finish the rest most surely quickly. I'm still waiting for the
sequel to Going Nowhere. I almost had a shock when I perceived in the end it
wasn't finished yet. I'm still waiting, and waiting , and waiting......
GIMME THE REST.

Please distribute it as you wish, just keep my name.
XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF Part One

"JUNGLE HEAT"
by marianne mailto: marianne@coastalway.com.br

WASHINGTON DC
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Edgar Hoover Building
Friday, June 6th
08:55 am
First Day

"Mulder, you look like shit."

"Thanks, Scully, nothing as a good morning greeting in this pleasurable way,
to lift someones spirit." Said Mulder and sat widelegged in his chair,
throwing by the way his trench coat over an archive in the corner, but
missed it, then leaned forward and put his chinn in his hands and observed
Scully through heavy lids.

"You're welcome, and," said Scully arching an eyebrow. "You're late! Again!"

"Sorry, but traffic was as usual a headache. And I couldn't sleep. My new
neighbor was nothing but reforming his apartment in the middle of the night.
It had to be. There were bangs and hammering just on my side all night."

Scully did comment nothing to that. Only raised her eyes in a faint.

"We have a meeting with Skinner in exactly 5 min. So arrange yourself.
Arghh." Scully looked disguasted at him.

"What?!" asked Mulder with his puppylook disfarcingly looking down his suit
jacket if there was something wrong with it. No, just great a little rumpled
perhaps but not so bad.

"Give me a break, Mulder. And I have to put up with a guy with the worst
taste in ties all over the world, or so far Galaxy."

"Scully, that's the rarest of all. I had to pay more than 100 bucks for it.
It's unique." Said Mulder really hurt.

"You paid for it? Mulder, I think you need a shrink. Now let's go before
Skinner has an attack. Well, with this tie he would've one anyway."

As they entered Skinner's office, he was standing at the window, lost in his
own mind, with his hands burried in his trouser pockets. But turned soon
around when he heard them, he was back to work nearly more than a month now,
after his kidnapping experience in April.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scu..." he began but frowned in the middle as he looked
better to Mulder, and continued, shaking lightly his head, "lly. There have
been strange occurences and killings with some drugdealers and kids, where
also the New York's Mafia is involved and, " he made a pause as his eyes
glanced again at Mulder's tie, "so far it's more in a X-File." And handed
them some files which Mulder grabbed rapidly.

'Finally a new X-File' he thought but thinking that it was odd that the
Mafia was involved and not so pleased as it dealed with kids.

"You're plane takes off in exactly one hour. Your contact in NY will be
waiting at the airport there. If there are any questions, it's better to
make them now." Skinner said with a stern voice.

"An hour?! No, sir, we're on our way."

As Skinner was alone he sat frowning in his chair and suddenly began to
laugh out loud. Only Mulder to wear something just that awful.

He was feeling much better, but still had nightmares holding him awake at
night. If it wasn't for Maggie and his two Spooky agents he would have
feeled much worse.

Weekend had been pleasurable, he went to the theater with Maggie watching
Cat's. Then dinner till late night and much talking. And that was it. He
didn't want to push. He wasn't in a hurry and not certain he was himself
ready for more. He was really thinking in marriage, well, if he could raise
the courage, when he thought in Dana and Maggie's other kids, he didn't know
yet. He didn't have a big family but an older sister and her family.

On the plane to New York
Later that morning

"Scully, you're not going to believe that. This case is really weired." Said
Mulder excitedly and handed her the file he was looking through. On the
other hand, when he took the second file he grewed pale, as he saw the
pictures in that one, Scully looked as well to find out what made him that pale.

"It's as all his indestines exploded inside out. I've to check that, I've
never seen something like that either." She said and took the file from his
hands. "You should really take a little nap, Mulder. There's still a couple
of hours till we get to New York." She was really a little concerned with
him. Lately he was getting very odd to her. She couldn't quite decerne what
it was, as well he was so cheerful she could sense his eyes more then once
locked on her to, when he saw she perceived it, look away as if it was
nothing. On the other hand it could be because of her cancer, but it hadn't
developed anymore, 'till last week. It was not cured as they meant, but she
didn't tell him that. She had promised herself to let him in the dark in
this one till she couldn't hide it anymore. He had suffered toomuch the last
time she told him.

She observed him as he slept beside her in his seat, he had definitifely too
deep ringlets around his eyes. It was time he got more sleep.

She sight, thinking then of Skinner and her mother, she had been shocked at
first, but her mom was still young and deserved to be happy, and if it was
Skinner she wanted so it'll be. Who was she to say something on the
contrary, but that it was wired it was, after all, when she saw him on
office festivisties with women, they were always the tall stunning ones.

She always thought, she had time enough to grew up her own family, but time
was getting short. And it had almost been short for Skinner as well. He was
just a strong man and nevertheless it had happened to him too, there was
always someone bigger, like the goverment. Some tried to help but were soon
overpowered by the dark ones. Or you go with the stream or you go under. It
had to stop sometime, but she didn't think she would see it by herself still
in this life.

All through her thoughts she had been observing Fox in his sleep. Fox - when
she was by herself she frequently called him this way. Somehow it was just
like him. How she longed she would have had more than the friendship with
him, 'cause she knew for a long time, that she loved him more than anything
else. In a way he loved her too, but she wasn't sure in what way. As a lover
or a brother or just a great friendschip? She was content, what she had and
wouldn't have it otherwise, or it would be harder on him or his task for the
truth when she was gone. She had felt very desperate before but now she was
calm.

Fox stirred in his sleep taking her away of her referree. He opened his
sleepy eyes when he heard a hostess asking Dana if she wouldn't like to wake
her husband up for lunchtime. He thought that it was really amazing how
everybody thought when they where together that they were a couple.

"The husband is already awaken." He said smiling. 'If I'd've the courage I
would've asked her a long time ago. But with my luck she 'd say no. And
besides, I'm not a great deal, why would she want me? So it's better to
forget it for a while.' In fact carried all the time an engagering around,
and found himself quite silly, doing so, but... .

"So, my beloved husband, should we talk about the case?" Scully said in a
cheerful voice.

"Argh, let me eat first, my beloved wife. Hm, should I? I feel so weak, just
thinking about the picture."

"Oh, my poor sweetheart." A wicked smile was forming on her lips, and put
all files aside. "No more of this till we reach New York, Mulder. We're
already in an hour there."
"Gee, I really passed out."

New York City
FBI-Bureau
17:00 pm

"So far it's all we encountered. The biggest involvment of the Mafia is
through the drugdeal itself, but the abductions of some drugdealers and
children seems coming through another organization. Insofern it's dealing
with some kind of demoniac rituals. But we're stuck." Said the chief Agent
Drexler to Mulder and Scully still pissed of to have been put on by the two
most unwanted of DC. He had heard some weired stuff of these two agents. But
he had made very clear the first hour they arrived who was the boss here. He
had enough heard from Colton to let them have their way to endanger his
case, but they could deal with the demoniac rituals and stuff like that he
wasn't very fond of.

"I want to see the retrieved corps of the abducted." Said Scully in her
tritening professional tone, she had had enough from jerks as this Drexler
to perturb herself with his demanding behaviour.

"It's not a lovely sight, Agent Scully. And..."

"It surely isn't but as a pathologist I'm used to see corpse in all states."
She interrupted him before he could make a chauvinist statement as it looked
like he would since the first instant they came to this Bureau, when he just
looked her from downup they came in. Thank God Mulder had never looked her
as she was a silly woman which liked to play FBI. And she had to hold her
temper.

General Hospital's Morgue
Two hours later

Scully took off the rubber cloves and turned distrained to Mulder who was
sitting outside the room after the first hour. It hadn't been a pleasurable
sight at all, when he took the first glimpse of the corpse of one of the
boys which was found buried in an abandoned ground at Southside he felt
really sick and threw all but his guts out. He felt still miserable and was
still hunted by his memory cursing it as it would be impossible to forget
for him as all such other horrible things he had seen since his FBI assignment.

He watched Scully take the rubbercoat off in a slow motion and could see in
her eyes she was feeling as hunted as he.

"Mulder, the victims were in the most part of the sacrifice or what it was
alive. Who for Christsake could do something as horrend as that to a human
being?" Scully said in a still shocked voice. Mulder stood up and embraced her.

"Let's call it a night, Scully. I'm really exhausted." Suddenly he became
aware, he embraced her and shortly stood away pretending to keep walking as
if nothing had happened at all. But it felt so good, he had to struggle more
often to keep his hands off her. He couldn't help, it happened unconscious,
as to make himself sure, she was still beside him.

They headed to their rented car and he drove to the hotel.

End of part one

TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (2/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Part Two

Southside NY
Monday, June 9th
10:15 pm
4th Day

The first leads had drawn them to this site. Mulder and Scully were hunched
behind huge boxes at a little private airport outside New York City used for
charges of some private enterprises. From far away they could makeout a
transation being hold. They already had called for backup. Mulder tried to
move closer to the group as he felt a guncane on his temple.

"One move and your dead", said a man in a foreign accent, he never had heard
before. "Stand up, you too over there, "he addressed to Scully's hiding
place, "or this puppy get's it."

Bevore she could move, she felt herself a guncane at her temple giving her
no other chance as to accomplish with the order. They were shoved afar the
group, which didn't perceive the movement on the other side of the warehouse
behind the huge boxes and were lead to a room. Mulder tried to retrieve his
gun but was soon knocked out by his captor and fell unconcious for a moment.
One of the men stayed, with the gun pointed still at them. He observed them
silently as they were him. A foreigner, but they couldn't decerne from where
as he was darkblond but with dark eyes and marron skin not just by sunburn,
handsome in a different way. Soon after the other came back with nylonropes
and began to tie them together.

"Stay with them, Jorge, till the boss decides what to do with them." Said
the man with his strange deep accented voice. He eyed the couple for a
moment with a strange interrest, took them each by the jaw observing them
well and hissed some words in a foreign language in an odd form recembling
spanish and left.

"Well, I hope for you two he doesn't want you for his sacrifices." Jorge
said to them.

Mulder was already stricken to know more and was going to ask some questions
as the other came back and also another fat welldressed man.

"Who are these two? Search for identification." The fat man said. "Very
inoportune hour for you two to show up."

"Feebies, Senhor. Foxi Muldér and Daná Sculi." The huge one said
misspronouncing their names.

"FBI? No good." He observed them for a while and comunicated with the others
in the foreign language rather quickly.

"Well, Mister. I'll warn you, it's not a good idea to treat FBI agents."
Scully said trying to intimate them. She didn't like the look the huge guy
was giving them.

"This I know, my bella redhead." and left saying to Jorge. "Do what I said."

"Sim, senhor." He answered and took a bottle and a handkerchief out of a
drawer and held it first on Mulder's nose and mouth and then over Scully's
saying. "Sweet dreams dear Foxi and Daná."

Warehouse in the Private Airport
11:45 pm

"Chef, what do we do with the Fibee puppies?" asked Jorge eyeing the
unconscious tied couple in the corner of the warehouse.

"Throw them into the big transatlantic case over there and then into the
plane with them. They have to disappear from the USA with no trace. There
Soares can see to them and what to do. And be careful, we want them alive
for the time being." Said the fat man and took the moneycase and left with
the other man.

"João, come here and help me with the two puppies." Jorge said and took
Scully while the other took Mulder over his large shoulders to the big
suitcase.

"Put him first in,... well, so, that's right." He said under his breath, as
he took a white nylonrob from a near box and tied the two special agents
together that they laid interwined as two lovers, João then took the funny
tie from the guy as Jorge wasn't looking and put it in his trouserpocket,
that's America he laughed to make ties such as this one. He surely liked it.

A lovely pair Jorge thought to himself, and was happy it wasn't him to kill
them, he was no killer he was in there just for the money and while there
was no other way. This would be the last time, he had to handle with drugs
so he hoped, but it wasn't an easy one to get out, beyond all, when you
lived in the middle of all. But he decided to take his luck in his hands,
when he was back home and search for another city to live, in the country,
where no one would find him with Sarah. Perhaps a little farm, with the
money he had been able to save, there would be a chance, for a new life,
still it was bloody drugmoney, but after all, he never killed someone he was
just the driver when much. But he perceived, that his chef was thinking to
put him in another position, as he was studied and not like João an
Analphabet and a lot of the others which could poorly write. Till now he
managed to stand out of it.

On the Airplane
Tuesday, June 10th
04:55 am
5th Day

"Mulder, wake up, "said Scully shakely. She was really concerned with him.
With his luck he had surely another contusion and the sticky air in this
box, or what it was, wasn't helping either.

She could make out the steady brumming of the airplane they were on. She had
woken up about an hour ago she guessed, but Mulder was still
unconsciousness, and she couldn't move an inch, but was happy it was her on
top and not him. But much more, and she would have to deal with
claustrofobie, lack of fresh oxigene as well and throwing up, as the box
they were in rocked a bit by the steady motion of the plane. It seemed to be
held in the air. She tried to wake Mulder again, and finally she heard him
grumble and trying to stretch.

"Outch", he said when he felt the nylon rob itching in his wrists, and as he
opened his eyes he saw simplesment nothing at all. There was just the
rocking motion.

"Scully?! Scully?" he called her first and then because he could feel a
diminutive body over him. "I always wanted you in this position, but that is
ridiculous, that way there wouldn't be fun at all." He whispered still
feeling very dizzy.

"In your dreams, Mulder, in your dreams. Are you feeling OK?"

"So far very well." He said and thought it was rather marvelous to feel her
that near for once. "Just a little headache and... I can't see anything, am
I blind?"

"Well, then I'm too."

"We're in trouble again. I take it. Sorry, I messed up in the warehouse,
Scully."

"It wasn't surely your fault the backup never came, so break up to make all
as your fault as always. We better get somehow out here, before they land
wherever it'll be." She said already trying again to free herself, when she
could hear that the one motor of the airplane began to stotter and than
stop, the airplane began to slender and soon after the other one stopped
too, and they could feel it was about to crash as the plane began to drop
its nose. They held each other very tight as the big impact came, their case
arranced from the holders it was attached and then it flew far away through
a hole in the plane trunc from the crash. They cried with the impact and
then there was nothing.

Unknown Place
05:45 am

Jorge felt miserable. The pilot and the others were dead and he managed it
the last minute to get out of the burning plane, before it exploded till
there was nothing valuable left he could use. As he looked around, he could
make out near a trunc the old huge transatlantic suitcase with the two
puppies in there. He went towards it, and was surprised to see the two still
alive as he managed to open it and just bruised and with some cuts as he
could make out. What a lucky pair. Now they'd just had to travers the
jungle, only that that was the worst part, as no one knew they crashed and
so far'd known where they were heading.

They were awakening with mouns, as he gazed heavyeyed to them still tied
like lovers. He felt very dizzy and had to sit down as they looked back to
him with a steady unfeared starr, but not before they made for certain they
were OK first. He laughed slightly. Surely two lovers. And was happy and
hoped they would succeed to go back to civilization. Even when he couldn't.
With some effort he reached out with his real Swissknife, not a false one
like some chinese imitations which snapped all but your fingers away when
you tried to use them for real. Their feet were nearer, so he freed them
first but when he reached for the wrists off the woman which was almost
crashed by the heavier frame of the tall guy now he felt an immense pain go
through his body and the knife fell to the ground.

"Sorry, the rest you have to manage alone, " he said with a pained voice,
and fell unconscious.

"What a fuck!" exclaimed Mulder with a sigh. "Couldn't he pass out a little
later?" With the feet unbound at least they managed pretty well to get off
the case. It was difficulter to get to the knife. Already on their knees
they let themselves fall to one side and Mulder could gasp it and rolling to
his back with Scully above him he began carefully to cut the rope and
hurridly freed Scully as well. She headed for the uncouscious man and
checked him out, as he awoke and said whispering softly.

"Tell Sarah I love her, please. And that I'm very sorry."

"Rest a little bit and let me check your wound." Said Scully and began to
open his shirt.

"No need. It's really to late." He looked at the two and smiled a bit.
"Nobody knows we're here. So keep going. Find a river and then keep walking
by its margin and sure you will find a village some day, and when natives
offer their food eat it all even if it's disgusting for ... " His voice
drifted off and his hand which was holding on Scully fell limb to the earthy
ground.

Scully checked him again.

"He's dead." She stood up and taking a better look around. They were in a
forest somewhere she couldn't find out. And nothing like the ones in America
at all. It was strangely damp and dense. A real jungle and there were
suddenly strange sounds around just now she was perceiving how silent it had
been until now.

"It seems to be a rainforest, Scully. I don't know where. It can be in
Southamerica or also the islands in Oceania or Asia. It's hard to tell, I've
never been in neither of them, just saw some movies and pictures." Said
Mulder in a whisper, as Scully stood beside him. He really wasn't feeling
well at all and could just think in all the stories he had heard of jungle
expeditions and crashsites never found in the dense forests and above all,
the animals. And he hadn't found nothing which they could use as a weapon
just the Swissknife, but that was really the best as it was one of the
originals but enhanced ones with sew and all. The only gun he had found, was
an amount of melted metal.

"There's nothing here we can use but this blanket, Scully. And there's no
food at all left, and no water." He ended with a sigh all the well
remembering, that he managed to get lost in a simple wood once. He was no
hiker at all.

After they burried the men as good as they could without proper tools they
took what they could use. There was an old backpack in the big case they
were in which Mulder was going to wear.

End Part 2

TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (3/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Part Three

Unknown Place
Thursday, June 12th
High Noon
Seventh Day

It was the hottest day they could remember in all their lives, the sweat was
running down their bodies like streaming water. They barely managed to put
one foot in front of the other as they hadn't eaten for four days now. Water
they got from the daily rain which soaked them in an instant, but it only
refreshed them for a moment as it seemed after it the air was hotter and
damper as before. When Mulder stopped, Scully plummed in him, as she was
steadily walking as exhausted she was.

"Scully, let's rest. We can't continue without water, and it's Noon. The
hottest time of the day." Whispered Mulder, he already had enough of the
jungle and was really hungry, today he promised himself he was going to hunt
anything down, even if it was a monkey, they heard sometimes. Without any
food they couldn't survive at all. And he was worried about Scully. She was
weaker and very pale. And seemed to be in pain.

They surely looked like they hadn't bathed for weeks and their light clothes
where torn and shred by the thorns and branches all around. Their footwear
was not in a better contition either and soon they had to lookout for
something to wear instead.

Scully plumbsed down with a sigh, she wasn't feeling very well, but smiled
at Mulder who sat beside her.

"What would I give for a hot bathtub right now and a really soft bed, Mulder."

Mulder pulled her to him and he laid back using the backpack as a pillow to
rest.

"Be my guest." He said then and hold her tighter and brushed his lips over
her forehead and kissed her softly. "Am I soft enough, Scully? I couldn't
arrange a Presidents room in the hotel, that's all we got, so far."

The nights they spent on the trees as in the first night they heard the roar
of a big cat roaming towards them and other junglesounds. It wasn't very
comfortable for them and in the morning they could hardly move a limb. Since
the first night, they nestled together as it became very cold at night and
shared the one blanket.

They laid awhile nestled together as Mulder's stomach pronounced itself with
a long roar. Scully looked at his barded face, for a moment.

Suddenly they heard a burst through the bushes and a small animal appeared
they never saw before. It was rather cute with a brown fure covering it all,
little dark eyes and no tail at a first glance. It squicked as it saw them
and rushed back from where it had come. They ran behind it, but it was
already too far to be reached and Mulder decided against throwing the only
knife they had, the strange animal could not die if he hit it and it would
be lost.

"Mulder, we have to make some weapons for hunting, the ones we used to as
kids. Like bows. My brothers and I used to make them down in the woods." The
little adventure made her face shining, in expendence of a good meal. It was
the first big animal they saw till now, that wasn't a wild cat.

Mulder looked around and near a bush he saw some bamboos which could be used
as spears with some cutting. Fervently they went after the items and worked
to accomplish their task as efficient a team as they were as agents and
partners. Then they nestled together again, sitting near the fireplace they
made, exhausted but content. Somehow they would manage to survive, and if
they had to eat worms at all.

FBI Headquarters
Edgar Hoover Building
Thursday, June 12th
High Noon
Seventh Day

Skinner was preocupied with his worrysome two agents. There had been no
trace of them for four days now. They hadn't come back to their hotelrooms
nor to the New York's FBI office. He had just been informed of those facts
by the New Yorker's agents now. No one had thought much about it till now.
He slamt his fist hardly on his wooden table and then hit the button of the
interphone to his secretary.

"Kimberley, mark a flight to New York for this afternoon." He demanded,
startling Kim out of her seat by the strong angry voice.

He was really pissed off, someone screwed up in NY he had to check by
himself. He looked angry up, as his door was opened by no order.

"What are you doing here?" He growled with a fierce stare. For the first
time the cigarette smoking man was taken aback by a look, but recomposed
himself rapidly. "Whatever it is, I don't have time for your crap." And
Skinner pushed him aside taking his suitjacket by the way and headed out the
door without looking back.

The man left behind took a new Morley out and lit it thoughtful. 'It's time
to give him a punishment. He thinks he's too tough. No fear, no power.' And
smirked in a crippling devilish smile.

Outside Society's Restaurant
One hour later

"Maggie, I promise, I'll do what's in my power to find them and beyond. It's
not the first time, they have disappeared. I'll do find them." Skinner said
reassurengly and embraced her in a tight huge.

"I know, Walt. It's just, I can't help but be worried, they just seem all
the time... " she closed her eyes. Skinner gazed at her concerned he's dark
warm eyes showing his love to her that she smiled at him. "It's OK." She
finally said patting his arm. "It's better you go now your flight isn't
waiting. And be careful."

"All the time. We'll be back soon." He said and put her in the waiting taxi
and went back to his new BMW with his luggage and drove to the airport.

New York's FBI Office
Friday, June 13th
07:40 am
Eighth Day

"They called for backup and no one showed up before two hours?" Skinner
growled at the department chief and some agents around.

"Well, Assistant Director Skinner, Spooky... Hm, Agent Mulder ... And there
were the bomb attacks calls..."
The old chief began but lost his speech, as the dark eyes were boring in his.

"SPECIAL AGENT Mulder. I don't know, what you thought you know about him and
Agent Scully, but let me say you, they have more resolved cases as your
whole department all together and I think a backup call from ANY agent is
charged to be followed at all costs. I want you and if it must be NYPD if
you can't handle it in search for the two agents, right now. What are you
waiting for? " he roared standing before them brightlegged and his fists
slammed in his sides as all just watched him taken aback but disperced
rapidly to their tasks. They surely haven't thought that the disappearence
of the two agents from DC would bring the AD himself here and commanding the
search teams as they had been told, they were the most unwanted ones in DC.
In just a twoheaded department.

Skinner sat for a while in the chair of the office he was in recembling his
thoughts. Then he stood up and headed out and roamed to a desk in the corner
where he saw the one agent which was at the airport yesterday night. So far
he seamed the only concerned about his two worrysome agents and he decided
to take him along with him for his own research on the two.

"Agent Plumber, acompaign me, please, to the last known site they were.
Chief Drexler, inform me of all the minute you know about anything,
concerning my agents." And with a nod he left with the young agent behind him.

Unknown Place
Friday, June 13th
Noon
Eighth Day

Late afternoon the day before they found a banana tree, with a half full
bunch of neat little bananas, just as long as a palm each, and they reminded
them more like apples in taste. It was the most delicious dinner they could
remember of after all the forced starving.

They didn't know how much miles they had walked today as the scenario of the
jungle wasn't changing a bit.

"Mulder, I need a break. Just a minute." Scully said totally exhausted and
plumbsed down to the earthy ground. Mulder was all together glad she finally
was giving in a little. He had requested an hour before to take a rest as he
was himself not in a better shape as she was, but as stubborn as she was
they had continued. As they sat quietly by a treetrunk recovering they heard
a faint grunt in a distance. They looked at each other and with a smile they
took their handmade weapons. During their walk they had trained a lot for
hours for this very moment. All armed they pearched near the grunts they
heard occacionally and not long after they saw some other animals as the one
the day before. They were bigger with noses as an elephant in shape but very
much shorter, stammig legs like rinos, a body as a big pig and hooves like a
cow and that all in one strange animal. Glancing at each other they decided
which one they were going to hunt down. Mulder prepared his spear silently
as Scully was preparing one of her arrows and in a command they threw them
as strong as they could and really hit the one they aimed. It grunted
pained, but with a second throw of a arrow he died mercyfully. Meanwhile the
others grunted paniced and ran away in a rush.

"Scully, we really hit it. Whow!" Mulder exclaimed all excited he had never
hunted an animal before and could only think of the meat they were going to
eat. A real meal, not just bananas.

It demored more than one hour for them till they could eat the first piece
of meat, after they futured out how to begin to deal with all. As Mulder
never had hunted he could only apply what he had read once, which this by
itself was a great help. Scully had some experimence so far, as to not stay
behind her big brothers she had learnt it through the expeditions they made
with her father after much complaining on her part to be included, to the
horror of Missy and half her mother, but was used to her youngest daughters
behavior, ready to learn all and not to stand behind her brothers.

They felt much better and soon after they packed all remaining food as well
as the fur of the strange animal which tasted marvelous. Satisfied they
moved on.

They left signs behind to mark their way to not run in circles as they had
the first day. After all the distraining walk through the jungle they had
ended again at the crashside. It was a hard day.

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Well, they say the truth is out there, so should I go on to write? Feedback
very wellcomed. Well, could anybody help me out in one thing?! How does a
very ugly tie look like? It's very hard to say, as Mulder's ties are very
apprechiated here.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (4/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 10, 1997 to May 14
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer part one.

Part Four

New York PD
Monday, June 16th
09:55 am
Eleventh Day

"Where's the man?" Skinner asked the young agent who worked with him since
the first day.

Mulder's weapon has been found by a young police officer as he arrested a
suspect to a recent murder.

"Follow me please, sir. The suspect is male, caucasian, and has a huge
reportfile by bankrobbing and kidnappings."

The man looked bored up as he heard other cops entering the interrogation
room, but was immediately a little taken aback as he saw a huger one
different from the others in a welldressed suit gazing him with dark fierce
eyes, authority all but written on him. Without peramble the slighly bald
man began the interrogation:

"From whom did you take this gun?"

"Dunno." He answered, to only be seized by his shirtcollar inches from the
fierce dark eyes.

"It's better to remember fast before I get really angry." Skinner said in a
low voice and let him sit back his eyes burning into his very soul behind
his glasses.

Rosco Fellini felt suddendly as his collar was tighter around his neck. What
the hell he thought, let the others handle with this guy.

"I gained it from Dulluth, the French. And that's all I know, man."

Skinner looked at the cops around as one of them nodded him to come out. He
followed but not before turning to the prisoner.

"I hope for yourself, you didn't lie to me, or I'll be back."

Agent Plumper followed the AD out, what the others tried to retrieve the AD
handled in a minute out of the guy. He was impressed.

"Officer Braun, sir. Dulluth is a known weapondealer around here, but we
never could prove it he's too slick. I can take you to him, sir, if you wish."

Skinner smiled slighly, it was refreshing to have sometimes a helping cop
and not the ones, who just saw in the FBI a hindering to their cases, to be
taken over.

Dulluth's Harware Shop
11:10 am

"Well, it's the last time I'm asking. Who gave you this weapon, Dulluth? I'm
really too short tempered these days to put up with craps like you too
long." Skinner really growled now to the short blackhaired man in front of
him, grabbing him by his collar as well.

Dulluth starred a moment into the dark eyes of the huge guy and finally gave in.

"One of the new guys handed it over looking for money, I just bought it from
him."

"What new guys?" asked the young officer from the NYPD.

"From somewhere in Southamerica I guess. I really didn't care and the one
I'm talking is a slighty short brains, if you understand what I'm talking
about. More a lakai for the brainless stuff. I just know his name is Joan or
something like that. Nothing to get short tempered with me, oh man. Feebie,
isn't it?" he recognized after another glance at the two man. Too wellsuit
for detectives. Standard Feebie clothing. "I'm just a taxpayer, all by the
books."

Skinner just watched the short man making him uncomfortable with his gaze
then asked shortcut.

"Where can we find him?"

"He's usually in a bar near the harbor called "Jack's" after 10:00 pm.

"How does he look like?"

"Huge, bigger than you, built as a bodybuilder, dark hair and eyes but his
skin is more marroon than black like a mexican but just another type of face
I can't find out, what distakes him in a way from the others in there. No
problem to be found out."

"I do hope you said all to me, Mr. Dulluth."

"Yope, always handy with you guys. Just a taxpayer. Ye'kno."

"Take him in costudy till we found this Joan." Skinner turned to one of the
agents.

Jack's - harbor quarter
09:55 pm

Skinner, Plumper and officer Braun in his civilian clothes entered the dark
bar. Skinner imponent as always took all the glances to him. Used to this
kind of bars of his younger, wilder years Skinner glanced around and then
approached the bartender.

"Three beers!" he ordered after a glance to his two acompagnions and sat on
the barstool turning and glanced disguized through the guests. He could find
no one coming through the descriptions he had yet and decided to wait a bit
longer they were a little early here.

About twenty minutes later a huge guy entered with a wide smile on his lips.
The description fell on him like a glove.

Skinner's gaze turned rapidly very dark as he saw the tie the man was
wearing loosely around his wide neck. Just like Mulder's ugly one. He lifted
himself from the stool and approached the huge man.

"Hey, are you Joan? We have to talk to you."

"No talk, don't know you. Go out of my way." The man said and pulled Skinner
away from him.

The two other man surrounded him as Skinner hold out his badget.

"I'm Assistant Director Skinner with the FBI, and we have a few questions to
ask you. Please, acompaign us to the district." He said lowly.

"No questions, I said." The man said with a wild look and pushed the agents
out of his way trying to bag out of the suddenly silent bar. Some of the men
in it began to surround the agents but Skinner pulled out his big Smith &
Wesson and called sound out. "Freeze, FBI." That some retrieved, they
wouldn't like to have something to do with the Feebies. And Skinner headed
out behind the huge guy and localized him turning a corner and spurt behind
him. It was well he never negliciented his daily training at the gym and the
jogging around the park and so it was easy for him to reach the bigger but
slower one and pulled on his back hailing him down to the asfalt with no
effort and put him in handcuffs.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, June 17th
Midday
Twelveth Day

They were really lucky in hunting, after the first days. If it just would
grew a little colder. The day before almost a tiny snake bit Scully if it
wouldn't have been for Mulder who threw it away with his speartip. Sometimes
they depart with some snakes of all kinds and sizes and began to look out
more cautiosly. Their shoes were already shred, but they made from the
first animal's fure wrapped mokassins held by ropes. Not the perfect shoes
but it held the thorns away and from their clothes wasn't much left either.

Mulder hated snakes surely more than before. They had almost a heartattack,
as, as they slept for the first time yesterday on the ground, a medium snake
was curled on his trunk as they awoke in the morning, but before he could
move Scully's voice held him motionless, who was tight nestled beside him
with one leg over his owns eyeing the snake before her face which rested
half on his chest as well.

"Don't move. Be quiet or it's going to bite." she said in a very low voice.
"My father always said to us to don't move, so the snake goes away by
itself. It just found our bodyheat to shelter it from the cold nights, so
don't move and breath flat, please."

She could feel his sweat running down then his body. Not long after the
snake lifted its head balancing awhile between their faces and moved away
uncurling itself over Mulder's face and moved out of sight.

Mulder lied stockstill on the ground too shocked to move yet then when
Scully lifted herself from him he began to shudder violently and rolled up
to her side and held her in a tied embrace. God, he hated insects but
reptils like snakes were worse.

They rested again at midday. Numbing from the heat of high noon they sat
curled together for comfort as Mulder heard something which made him quiet
vivid again.

"Scully, can you hear it too? It sounds like the splash of water, a waterfall."

She opened her tired eyes and stood up very fast suddendly all awake.

"Really, Mulder. It comes from the left. We can take a really bath. Come on.
Let's get there." They ran after the splashing sound and suddenly were in
front of a wonderful sight, of a little clear lagoon as well as a waterfall.
Scully almost did splash into the lagoon as Mulder held her afar.

"Not so fast, Scully. Let's check first if there are no animals in there. I
don't want an encounter as the one this morning."

"It's so clear I can see the ground, Mulder, and can't see a single fish."
She took a better look and could make out some little fishswarms peacefully
swarming around as well as some tiny frogs on large leaves with white single
flowers but nothing beyond that. She tried to remember the name of these
flowers and looking around she could make out some orcheeds as well.

"Holy Christ, Mulder. We are definitely in the Amazone rainforest."

"How could you know that?"

"The flowers over there are orcheeds from a type just found in the Amazone,
I had once a boyfriend who was very fond of them and the ones in the water
are nothing but Victoria Regis."

"Now I'm not going into this water really. Don't you remember the classic
"Pirranha"? Or "Anaconda". Not me. Surely not." After a while starring into
the clear water he asked "half" jealeous. "What boyfriend was that to like
flowers."

"Oh, just one on High School, he was a blond blueeyed nice boy."

That caught Mulder in a bad mood. 'Blond and blueeyed, hm. Surely a weakling.'

"He adored botanic, but was too engaged by the football team. I never failed
one single match if I could help it. We can surely find out if there are
pirranhas in here, Mulder. Throw a bit of meat in here, right over there,
but as I recall, they are not in lagoons."

"Sure, fine, whatever." And threw a bit of the remaining meat in. Nothing
happened, neither the little fish advanced the meat. "Well, perhaps there
are no pirranhas after all." He said and turned to Scully and kept
openmouthed. She was already in just her bra and slip and slided joyful into
the cool water. "Do...don't go to far in we never know." He finally brought
out. He felt suddenly very dump standing there, when she was already in the
cool water enjoying herself. She turned to him.

"Mulder, don't be a chicken, and come in, it's marvelous."

It surely seemed.

"Sure, in a minute let me first try to get rid of this beard, it's already
itching." He answered and after he shaved as good as he could with the
Swissknife, he unclothed to his boxershorts and pulled after her. They swam
a little around and began to play like kids until in one Mulder was holding
her from behind to dunk her under as he became all aware of their naked skin
touching each others and slowly turned her over and looked at her. He held
his breath and finally bent his head slowly to meet his lips with hers in a
tender kiss. It was tentative first, and looked for her reaction. She eyed
him startled and when he leaned down again she held him a bit from her, not
daring to believe he meant it really as it looked like.

"Mulder, what's going on?"

He embraced her again and hold her even closer resting his chinn on her head
for a long time and than loosened a bit his embrace and turned her head up
gently by her chinn and looked her deep in her shining blue eyes, brighter
as the hot weather taned her skin so she loosened a bit of the etheral
white. He took her face gently between his hands then and leaned down
stopping inches before her face his mouth almost touching hers and stated
very lowly in a husky voice.

"Nothing, it's just that I love you." His eyes were very bright with an
uncertain gaze somehow in his hazeleyes, deeper, with his delated pupils,
waiting for her answer, as he finally managed to give her the Truth, his
Truth after all. He was astonished by himself he had said it really said it
without talking around.

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes and she leaned on him and
kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in
search for hers like in a battle. She could feel his hands rumaging back to
her waist, then sliding up and down from the small of her back till the
beginning of her bra and then embrace her tight, she almost lost her breath.

End of Part 4

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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (5/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 15, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer part one.
Distribution, everywhere you wish just keep my name on it.

Part Five NC-17

(Author's note:
BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the pronunciation
they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey so Fox is Foxi i like
the e in be.)
And special thanks to my editor Gwynne in this one (and if he/she answers
Ernest from the next piece on too), who was so kind to help me with my
errors in English and I hope the other ones. I hope you enjoy it.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, June 17th
Midday
Twelveth Day

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes, and she leaned closer to
him and
kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in
search for hers. She could feel his hands fumbling back from her waist,
then sliding up and down from
the small of her back, to the edge of her bra and then embracing her tight,
until she almost lost her breath.

Finally he released her mouth, only to bend his head again, and kissed and
licked his way down her throat, to her soft
neck and then back to her generous lips.

He pressed himself closer to her, and she could feel his erection
through his
boxershorts on her stomach. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck and
moaned as he stole breath taking kisses all over her body.
She felt dizzy again as the thoughts whirled around her head . But then she
pushed him away softly and looked at him, silently searching through his
eyes , which took on an uncertain gaze. And she saw he felt it was a gesture
of rejection and he began to avoid her eyes.

"Sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to..."

"To what, Mulder? To..." she frowned, did she really love him? She smiled to
herself. Perhaps since their first case, she realized. She leaned on him,
wrapping her arms around his waist.

Love had come like a tender breeze on a warm summernight the first day they
had met. She now knew what was unknown at first, what it was that began to
burn inside the them during that first meeting, and what continued to burn
as the time went on.

But would it be wise to confess her love? She didn't know if this was
the right time for them. Looking back to his tormented eyes, with slight
hope in them, she knew, even when time was short, it was worth it to persue
what she found in his eyes. Wouldn't it be worse never to say to him that
she loved him?
Suddenly determined, she took his face in her hands and bent his head close
to hers to say the only three words she could to express her feelings.

"I love you, too." And she kissed his tender lips with all her soul,
looking deep into his shining eyes and before she closed hers
she could see a single teardrop falling down his cheek fall to their ajoined
mouths, where she could taste its saltiness.

"Quroak."

"Quroak."

"Quroak." They heard all around them, startled. Suddenly aware of where they
were. In waistdeep water for Mulder, but breastdeep water for Scully's
petite form, surrounded by little fishes and frogs, and laughed then.

Still laughing Mulder bent down and took Scully in his arms to carry her to
the earthy ground of the lagoons margin. He placed her carefully on the
outspread blancket he had placed there before, and sat down beside her
unmoving for a moment and marveled at the sight.

"Do you...? "

She laid a finger on his mouth. "SHSH!" And traced the line of his gorgeous
lip resting on his lower full lip. She watched him bend
dlowly down, to touch her still extended arm, then moving down to caress her
wrist down to her shoulders with strong hands. His hands came to a rest on
the fabric of her bra, and then with na asking gaze as if seeking for
permission, which she gave him by running her hands over his lean bodylines
to his waist and traced the borderline
of his wet boxershorts.

He slowly took her bra away and kissed her naked skin at the tender hollow
between her breasts, then took the already errect nipples gently between his
mouth and licked softly first at one, as he played with the other with his
hand and then the other, and suckled a bit at them alternatively. Slowly he
roamed his way up arriving at the goosefeathers on her very sensitive neck
and he could feel her shuddering underneath him.

She could feel his breath on her neck and felt a shudder go through
her, and felt him tremble under her touch. She reached back to his waistband
and slowly slipped his boxershorts away. He moaned with ecstasy as she
stroke him tenderly. That was more Mulder could bear.

"If you don't stop that, I'm coming right now." He said with a husky voice
and slipped her panties down as well. Moaning huskily he urged himself
between her thighs but stopped short of touching her. He first explored with
his fingers, probing her with a trembling hand to see if she was really
ready for him. He was perspiring, trying to hold back, as he felt her hand
guiding him to her opening and encircle his waist with her legs. He finally
entered her slowly till they were completely joined.

They began to move in the ancient motion, and the world seemed to sink in
oblivion as they began to move faster and faster in the rocking motion.

Their breathes increased heavily as they kissed, their tongues battling
with intimate thrusts. Mulder reached down between their joined bodies and
stroke feverlishly her secret point of ecstasy and came violently
shuddering, burying himself deep in her in a last passionate thrust as he
called her name out over and over again with a strangled tembre. After a
while he could feel her shuddering too, making him tremble all the more.

The aftershocks slowly subsided. He remained joined to her, but
turned them around, afraid of crushing her with his larger frame. She felt
so good he could lie here forever, he thought.

FBI - NEW YORK
Tuesday, June 17th
02:30 pm
Twelveth Day

"Assistant Director, I think he really doesn't know where the two agents
are," said Plumper outside the Interrogation Room. They looked through the
onesided mirror to the haunted looking man. It was very difficult to bring a
whole phrase out of him. He seemed more frightened by telling something than
by the arrest itself. They interviewed him for more than five hours,
interrogating him since the break for the night.

Skinner drank the warm coffee with disgust. He felt like throwing the guy
around the room, feeling frustrated. He felt like he was getting nothing out
of him. Throwing the half drunken coffee in the trashbasket, he went through
the casefile, looking for one of the most disgusting evidence pictures. He
reentered the room with Plumper on the tow and threw the picture in front of
the suspect with a hard look.

The suspect stood frightened up bleaching in spite his tanned skin.

"Not my faulti," he said with a trembling voice and buried his
hands deep in his large trouser pockets.

"So tell me what you know," Skinner said without a treatening tone. Perhaps
another approach was in order as he saw the guy was really frightened, not
by them, but what could happen if he spilled out what he knew.

"They can't reach you here, Joan. Only if you don't tell us the truth, I
swear."

"You don't know Donato. He knows everything and can reach me everywhere. The
evil is with him, to make sure of it." He said finally very lowly. "If I
speak, he will get me." There were real tears rolling down his face now.

"Don't be afraid. We will take care of you. Donato won't get you." Skinner
pointed to the picture. "Would you like that what happened to this kid
continue to happen to others? Help us, to help them. And where are my two
agents? YOU took Mulder's tie." He said taking it from the table as well,
shoving it under the other man's frightened eyes.

"I just put them in the big oversea case with Jorge, as the chefi ordered,
they were no deadi no. Donato makes ma...macumba. ...." he stottered with a
harder accent in his voice.

"Where's the oversea case, Joan?"

"I put in the little plane. But plane disappeared, chefi very madi of it. My
friend Jorge was in the plane too. He said he was going to take care of me
back home. I wanna go home, please." He said pleading.

Suddendly his huge dark eyes opened in terror and he reached for his throat
coughing and making choking noises as if he was asfixiated and
grabbed for Skinner's hand in an irongrip.

"Call a doctor! Fast!" Skinner shouted. The huge guy fell to the ground
still grabbing his throat with a fast reddenining face and still holding
Skinner, who hovered over him.

"Donato!" The man struggled with the word.

"Please, Joan. Where are they?"

"Brazil. Dono whe.... Plane fell over Am..." He said struggling with the
words almost uncomprehensible but his head fell hard back on the ground, the
eyes went opaque in terror.

"The doctor will reach in a minute, Sir." Said Plumper as he came back to
the IR.

"Too late, Agent Plumper. He's dead." Skinner said in a grave voice and as
he was going to close the man's eyes he he moved away,
startled. Something was trying to pass its way through the dead man's closed
mouth. The head of a tiny colored snake appeared and it was pushing itself
out of it before the startled men in the IR. They felt showers of cold
chills going up their spines.
Skinner took a wastebasket from the corner and hurried to capture the snake
by it just before it could disappear through the open door.

"Hold the basket down, Agent Powers, if I'm not mistaken it's a coral snake.
Let the snake and the man be examined at once." He said, a tiny film of
perspiration forming on his forehead.

Lark's Hotel
Apartment 66
2:40 pm

The incliner of apartment 68 was passing through the corridor when he heard
strange noises coming from 66. The smell of candles annoyed him a bit. He
was more than glad he was going to leave these surroundings the next few
days. Finally he had found a new well paying job near downtown and a new
apartment in a nice apartment complexe, transformed and divided in four two
room apts. The
new, huge stranger gave him the creeps the few times he had met him.

He hastened his pace]] to his own room. It was better to know nothing around
here, and especially the cause of the strange behaviours of 66.

Donato was bent over a handmade earthenware basin, reaching
for the snake in it. He gently caressed its tiny head with a large grin
on his evil face. Then he put it back down and poured a dark powder over it
in a macabre ritual, and and added a bush of hair from a comb. Suddenly
there was vapor throughout the basin. And as it settled down, the snake had
disappeared without a trace. He said some words
in an unknown language. The candled room went dark and after a while Donato
went out to meet his appointment with the chef.

Coroner's office
05:25 pm

"It seems he has been strangled, but there are no visible fingerprints it's
more like from inside out. I never saw something like that." The pathologist
said to the AD. " Somehow the snake has settled itself in the corpse stomach
and poisened him as well. We haven't found out how this snake got into him.
But ... There was a similar case some weeks ago with a drugdealer as you can
sure recall, only, that time it was a black toad ... with its mouth sewed."

He went with slightly trembling hands to the other side of the room to the
snake in a glass aquarium. "The lab-personel brought it an hour ago. It's
indeed a coral without abnormalities as the one from the
corpse's stomach. There's no explination so far, sir."

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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (6/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 17, 1997
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.
Comments: My special thanks to my editor Gwynne, for all errors in English
sew me not her. Yes, Gwynne, there are big, and put big spiders here.
Fortunately not where I live now (Beachcity :)) but where I lived before
some years, You had to make sure, before you went to sleep, if there wasn't
company. Once fell a iguana on my bed. Who said I could sleep that night:(.
And if you out there thought, the toad with the sewed mouth was a fantasy,
nah, there was one where I lived before, someone put it in our garden, put
it, 'cause we had a wall surrounding all and that was more than 3 meters
high. Creepy enough? I said before, there were strange things around here.
The characters aren't mine unfortunately and there will never be Getsamane,
no sir, surely not, nie, nunca, never, jamais.BDW- The first animal they saw
was a Capivara the first they ate was an Anta.

Part Six

Unknown Place
Monday, June 17th
In the evening
Twelfth Day

They had made love and then played in the refreshing water, throughout the
day. Momentarily forgetting where they were, just enjoying themselves at the
peaceful piece of earth in the middle of the jungle. They decided to sleep
on the ground again, but not without making a large fire to keep all kind of
animals away. After all, it was still the Amazon Jungle, nevertheless the
surroundings were that peaceful for the moment. Far away they could hear the
chattering of apes, some were real howlers. The first nights they had been
very scary, but with time they were used to the dark jungle sounds. From
time to time Mulder or Scully put more wood on the burning fire to keep it
large. It was the first night they could sleep without interruption.

The dark shadows of the night gave place to the clear blue sky they managed
to see through the dense foliage. The place was really amazing but they had
to continue.

By the placement of the sun, they knew it was about 3 pm. They had left
theplace about 10 in the morning and the jungle had become denser ,the
thorns left all the more stratches on their skin.

"Scully, let's rest for a moment." Mulder said, crouching down, leaning his
hands on his knees, he felt a little dizzy.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" Scully asked preoccupied as she observed his
heated face. She approached him. "Geez, you're on fire! Why didn't you say
me you felt bad?" she scolded him, her hand on his forehead and then on his
hot neck.

"I didn't think it. It's just so hot." He said straightening again. It was
really not the best time to get sick, he thought.

"Come, sit down."

They heard a deep snort your sleep not far away, and Mulder got up again.
Scully tried to catch him.

"Let it be, Mulder. Take a rest."

"You know we can't. We are almost out of provisions and if we get weaker we
will never get out of here." He said turning to her, his feverish eyes
locked with hers.

He had a point. It seemed, there should have been a lot of animals in this
jungle, but they couldn't find that much as the occasional predator's howls
and tracks as well, but on the other hand there were all kind of snakes and
other strange reptiles and insects they never saw or heard about.

She prepared her bow and arrow as an answer and followed him to the snorts.
They saw the animal that made them, it was a kind of wild boar with big
tusks, coming out the mouth corners. Mulder prepared his spear and threw it
towards the big dark animal. He aimed well, but the animal turned around,
crazy from the pain it felt on its flanks and saw the two beings hidden
behind the bush. It stampeded towards them, neither blinking as Scully had
threw her arrow but in her haste it didn't enter the flesh well and fell to
the ground, the spear wasn't quite as deep in it either and fell as well.

They ran as fast as they could from the enraged and wounded animal.
Scully saw just one escape.

"Mulder, up the closest tree. Hurry!" she cried.

Mulder reached for the closest branch he could grab and climbed up as well
as he could and fell back as he had circled his legs securely around the
strongest one.

"Scully! Take my hand!" he cried and went cold with panic as he saw
her running around the tree with the big animal in her tow. She grasped his
hands in the last second and he swung her up.

The enraged animal continued to circle the tree and then stopped, looking up
with his wild eyes and grunting furiously.

Two hours later the wild boar was still under the tree, " sometimes grunting
up to them, but finally lost interest and went his way.

"Geez, I thought that ... that animal would never go away." muttered Mulder
under his breath, feeling all the hotter. Scully had placed his head on her
knees and made sure that he hadn't fallen down as soon as they got up the
tree. Fortunately its branches were large enough to
accomodate them rather comfortably, given their situation.

"There went our meal. That animal was dangerous."

"My father said once, a wild boar can be more dangerous than a wild cat. I
never believed him, until now."

"And you just say it now? ... Scully?" he said after a pause.

"What? ..." She held her breath. There was a big dark brown haired spider on
his bare stomach and running slowly up the remaining fabric of his shred
shirt over his chest. "Oh, my! Don't move, please don't move."

"I hate spiders. I hate them."

She looked feverishly around and cut a little branch, and slowly moved over
to the big spider, which was already near Mulder's neck, and with a quick
swipe threw it away. She sighed with relief. This one she knew
very well, it was a Armadeira, in latin, Phoneutria. Her older brother had
had one when they were just kids, it was the most aggressive spider, but not
the most poisonous but could be a serious bite for kids under seven, that's
why her father got rid of it, because it once escaped from its glass
aquarium by accident. He had taken it to the zoo.

Thursday June 19th
In the morning
Fourteenth Day

Mulder had been feverish all night and morning and had felt alternatively
very hot, and some seconds after, very cold. He was shivering violently
again.
She had made a little shelter with large leaves and some branches and
another one for the fireplace and some other branches for it before it had
begun to rain hard. It wasn't the perfect shelter but kept them at least a
bit dry in the continually falling rain.

She had held him tightly all the time, when she wasn't looking for the fire.
It would be the only weapon against the savage animals and snakes and all
the other reptiles, so she hoped at least.

She suspected it could be Malaria by its symptons. She had no medicine,
nothing she could use to help him, except to hold him.

"Sorry, Scully, I messed up again."

"Here you go again." She looked in his feverish eyes and smiled a bit and
kissed his hot forehead. "It's not your fault. It could have been me. Sleep,
later it will be better. Don't worry. It's all under control and I won't let
another creepy animal get near you." She caressed his hair and tried
unsuccessfully to carress away the stubborn lock from his forehead. She
could imagine how she could imagine what people what think of them if they
saw them now. A caveman couple."

"Kiss me, Scully?"

"I really don't think, you're up to, Mulder." She said laughing as she
continued to caress him tenderly.

"Neither do I. Just kiss me. I feel so bad." He said with a boyish
voice, in a beggin tone.

She laid him back down and kissed him tenderly on his hot lips, still
caressing his wet hair. Not long after he slept peacefully.

FBI - NEW YORK
Friday, June 20th
05:30 pm
Fifteenth Day

"Sir, the Brazilian Goverment said there was no news of any crash. But, if
the plane was private, and without a flight-plan it will be
difficult to say anything tangible. And worse, the flight would have
scattered around if it really did crash in Brazil, or crashed over the
Amazon, and then it would be almost impossible to find any trace of it. But
they said they were bringing up some rescue teams at the possible points.
They can't do more." Said Plumper to the man bended over a Brazilian map.

Skinner felt really helpless in this situation. The man's last words had
been, Brazil, the crash and Am which could only mean Amazon, the hugest
jungle full of dangers for his two agents if they weren't already dead. But
he wouldn't believe in it till he saw their corpse in front of him.

An hour ago they had tracked down the man's room in an old boarding-house.
It's owner had made a charge, as the man had left a little dog there, and it
had been barking all night long.

The police officers had found the tourist-visa and passport of the absent
owner and recognized him by the photo. He would remain in their memory for a
while after his strange death.

Joan after all had been João Silva da Paiva de Oliveira, from Rio de
Janeiro, Brazil. The Brazilian Police and Goverment had been very helpful
in the investigation and had provided them with some backgrounds of the
possible drug-dealers. One of them called Renato Alvares Soares.

Lark's Hotel
Apartment 66
08:20 pm

Donato poured a green powder over the earthenware basin, and added a piece
of a fabric. There was vapor throughout the basin again. And as it settled
down, he could see two forms, a redhead and the other brown one for a
moment. So they were still alive, but barely.

It was time for another sacrifice, to strengthen his force. These two were
highly protected. He languished them for his highest ritual. Someday he
would have to get rid of the fat idiot, who called himself his chef. But, he
was still valuable to be kept alive.

He had prepared an old abandoned church in the woods for his new sacrifice,
a streetboy this time, not older than twelve, also he prefered younger ones.
But it wasn't that easy to abduce kids in this country as in Brazil. He was
glad, they were flying back in a week with their new false passports.

End of part 6
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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (7/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 19, 1997
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.

Comments: As I think sacrifices are very disguasting and shocking I'm not
going to discribe them in all details, 'cause I'm not Stephen King. Just a
little overlook, OK? It's enough to know, they exist and much more terrible
then imagination. For all spelling errors and so on mistakes, blame me and
not my editor.

Part Seven

Abandoned church
Friday, June 20th
20:00pm
Fifteenth Day

The ruins of the old church, hidden in the woods near New York, was
surrounded by a few men in darkred and black cloaks. Just one was all in
black on a high altar.

The man poured different powders over the old stonealtar, where a boy laid
drugged, and murmured in a strange language. He had gathered enough force
from the evil for the sacrifice. The others observed fanatically what was
happening in front of them and sang the words after the one in black. He was
surrounded by vapor and the breeze was cold. Leaves were whirling around the
men and suddenly a golden dagger was held high to the darkening sky. The
sharp dagger sliced the body up in an instant and in the same time the hell
broke out in the form of thunder and lightning. The man in dark drank the
blood he gathered from the body and held it in front of him and one after
another came to drink as well from the golden tass.

The rain fell as in a thunderstorm and the man in dark took his capuz away
reveilling Donato. And as the rain had begun, it ceased. He filled the body
with fruits of all kind and the ritual went on.

His task was fullfilled.

Unknown place
Monday, June 23rd
About 02:00 pm
Eighteenth Day

It had been a hard week. Mulder's fever had been worse from Friday on. He
had lost a lot of weight with the fever and lack of solid food.

Scully tried to feed him when he felt a little better with the remaining
food they still had, but he had thrown up what she gave him. She embraced
him tightly all the time, at least that she could do for him.

"Scully? Water." Mulder said almost unoudible. After three days it was the
first time he pronounced coerrent words. She looked hopefully at him with
some tears in her eyes. She reached for a coconut shelf where she kept some
of the rainwater and gave him little sips. She caressed his forehead.

"Mulder, the fever is lower."

"I feel better, and a little hungry. Are you fine? You look so tiny. Did you
eat? Was..."

"Hey, you're the one who came back to the living. I have to question you and
not on the contrary. And now try to eat a bit of this meat and a bit of this
coconut flesh. It's really good."

"Coconut? That's coconut? Isn't it a bit thin to be coconut flesh?"

"Well, I don't know, but it looks like a coconut, inside. The shelf was
green so, and there was more liquid in it than the ones I buy in the
supermarket. To say the truth, I didn't know it was a coconut till I broke
one on a stone. By the first I lost almost all the liquid. I don't know, why
they call it milk, when it's all like water in appearience. There's more
liquid in them, but the flesh is much thinner, so I made just some holes
with the knife to drink it and to keep rainwater." She explained him while
she fed him. She knew, she was blubbering, but she was relieved and very
happy he had came out from the fever.

NEW YORK Airport
Tuesday, June 24th
11:30 pm
Nineteenth Day

"Listen, Maggie. I swear I'll find them. They are calling my flight. I have
to go now. I love you too. Don't worry too much, OK?" he hung up and checked
in with Plumper.

He knew, the chances were fair but he had to try. After a lot of paperwork
he managed to receive the help of the Brazilian Gov. He had had more
difficulties to surround here than there.

They had found one more time a body of a sacrified child the day before. It
had been left on a lane in New York. Neatly placed on a wooden table just
drapped with a red blanket.

With this it had been the sixth victim of a hiddenuous ritual. He felt still
nauseous when he had seen the body in the coroner's office, the first time.

It had to have an end.

The flight was calm and he had much time to rethink all. He still had
nightmares after his abduction by the huge man. It was difficult to forget
what had happened, but Maggie has helped much. He knew, he was more lightly
raged than before, but he was managing to avoid greater burstouts.

They landed in Rio de Janeiro in the early morning, and as they were
transpassing the customs a handsome Japanese approached them.

"Sr. Walter Skinner and Sr. Thomas Plumper? Welcome in Rio. I'm Detective
Paulo Saiko." He introduced himself in a good English and showed his badge
and turned to the customer in charge and said some words in Portuguese.
"Please, follow me. I'll be your intrepret and guide on your stage here."

They followed him after handshaking and Skinner asked: "Japanese?"

"Oh, no, I'm Brazilian but my grandparents came from Japan. My mother from
Germany."

'Well, that explaines', Skinner thought, as he never had seen a dark
redhaird Japanese.

It was hot when they reached Seiko's car outside. Skinner sat in the
passengerseat while Plumper sat behind, who was looking astonished around. A
redheaded Japanese, a blond African, a curled caucasian, and so on there
were all kind of people around there, and he had always thought, the
Brazilian people were all African types as Pele his favorite soccer player.
The truth was as he saw now, the most were marroon or caucasian and some
very dark or all in one.

Paulo saw him from the mirror and smiled wide.

"I know, it's confusing but interacial marriages are very common here, with
no restriction. And I know you thought because of our King Pele all are
black. All the people think it." He glanced at the man beside him who was
very mude till the first question he had made.

"What's being made to find my agents?" Skinner asked what was the most in
his mind.

"All what's possible, Senhor. But I must say it will be nearly impossible to
find them without an exact flight-route. There are many crashes in the
Amazone and the most part the planes or missing people were never found. If
they are still alive there are other dangers to them, like the wild animals
and the jungle itself. But perhaps they are lucky as some others were as
well." He added, when he saw the man's preocupied face darkening.

Unknown Place
Wednesday, June 25th
In the morning
20th Day

They were really hungry now. There was no meat since Monday. With a sigh
Mulder sat down on the earthy ground, he was still very weak after his fever
and the lack of solid food made him feel all dizzier as he had before. He
observed Scully, she was in no better shape, still she clames she was well.
As always. He was so far, he would eat anything even if it was a reptil.
Indios could eat them, why not they?

They made a fire.

He reached for his lover and placed her in front of him and embraced her
from behind. She leaned on him and he rested his chin on her right shoulder.
He felt the need to hold her all the while to be sure, she was still with him.

She turned her head and observed him. "I don't like your beard." She said
with a smile.

He scraped his chinn forcefully. "Neither do I, it's itching like hell, but
the bardshop was closed, when I got there this morning. There was no water.
I have really to complain, about the service here."

As if at command, it began to rain again, and they hurried to make a new
shelter over the fireplace, before it could estinguish and another for them.

"Well, Mulder, "she began to say as she was kneeling in front of him, "it
seems the direction attended your request of water. Do you trust me to make
the shave?"

"With my life."

"Oh, fine. I really love to bite your chin."

"So, that's what it's all about. I have a cannibal for a lover." He smirked.

She leaned on him that he fell behind and his face in the rain and
perceived, it was intencional and she held his wrists to the ground and sat
on his stomach.

"Sure, and now hold still." She said giggling and reached for the Swissknife.

"Scullybaby, do I have to remain in the rain?" he chocked 'cause it was
raining heavier.

"Scullybaby?! Gee, *Mulderpuppy*, didn't you complain there was no water?
Just a moment, but let me shave you first. Scullybaby!" she murmured under
her breath and began to shave him without any cut as he had managed at the
lagoon.

He ran his hand amazed over his face. "I think I declare you my only
barber." She smiled down at him and slowly bent her head and nibbled on his
cheek and blowed lightly on his sensitive neck. She felt him shivering under
her and with a smile she bite him on his chin.

"Ouch! Scully, that hurts." He complained sitting startlet up.

"Always complaining, complaining, complaining." She said with a smirk,
embracing him and looking deep in his eyes she began to kiss him. He fell
back again running his hands up and down her spine. Neither one was
preocupied at this moment, if there was food or not, too oblivios for the
world around just sensing the need of their flesh and mind for each other.
He rolled around still holding her and now she was on her back and kissed
her deeply rolling his tongue around looking for hers and ran his hands over
her bra removing it immediately.

He bite her playfully on her chin but kissed it then and down her sensitive
neck. Her breath became heavier as his and she hold his head gently between
her hands taking him away from her stomach and rolled away under him to pull
him on his back. She kissed and bite him and removed his shred trousers. He
helped her with hers. She moaned when he entered her.

Finally spent, they laid under their shelter observing the heavy rain
turning soft and finally subside to the sun. The sunshine got occacionally
through the dense foliage, making the drops on the leaves shine in
brilliance. The jungle sounds increased in their beauty and fear. There was
no wind disturbing the slowly fall of the drops to the earth.

End of part 7
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Dear Monica, distribute it as you wish. Thank-you. Oh, for the archives,
it's MSR and some Skinner/Maggie.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (8/16) NC-17
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 21, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be.

Comments: Thanks to my editor Gwynne, she is helping me really much with my
English, but as she is in vacation now, the next will com with all the
errors in English, as you are used from me, so don't sew her, but me. I hope
all are still enjoying my story as I am in writing it. I really appreciate
feedback, even to tell me my errors.

Part Eight

Rio de Janeiro PD
Wednesday, June 26th
In the morning
21st Day

Skinner, Agent Plumper and their interprer Paulo Saiko spent all Tuesday
around the several DP's. Today they were at
the main DP, to hear from the Director all they found out about of the
drugdealers and his two agents.

" Senhor Walter, Senhor Thomas, let me introduce you to my chefi, Sr.
Washington Pereira."

Skinner thought it was very odd to be called by his first name, but it was
the common approach in this country. Hardly anyone knew the surname of the
other.

"Washington?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, it's my first name. It's a common name around here." Said the Delegade
with a big smile, his crystal blue eyes were shining out on his brown face.
"Please siti downi. Excuse my badi English, I almost don'ti usei it, since
schooli." He apologized still grinning. What he seemed to do a lot by the
wrinkles on his eyes. When they were all settled down, he sat
down again and observed the huge FBI man with a knowing nod. As he suspected
this one was as himself, looking out for his men. He would do all he could
to help him. But he was afraid, that it would be
impossible to find the two agents in the vast Amazon Jungle. He had lost his
own father when he went hunting, as hunting still was allowed, but he killed
just the prey he could eat there and nothing else, not as a lot of others,
who killed and left a bloody trail behind and removed nothing from the meat
as from one animal. But that was all the same
in the man's country as well in the last century. Just thinking of the
thousands of Buffalos hunted down, sometimes in one day decimating them
without thought.

He straightened himself. "Well, Sr. Walter, we know for sure, that the
dealer's plane crashed on his way to Minas Gerais, where the chefi of the
band, Renato Soares, has one of his ... ahm... Ranch. We have a spy there,
who relates that there have been some searches made by his men at some place
in the jungle, but as suspected, they found nothing of
the lost plane, and the search has been stopped, almost the same week, after
the crash." He saw the balding man's eyes light up as in protest, and he at
once hurried to say, standing up, "But, our search is still on them, senhor.
The Military and Civil Police is doing all they can to find them."

Skinner looked relieved for once, but he had to ask the question. "But,...
for how long the search will continue?" knowing that it was impossible they
would continue forever.

"I have to say the truth, Senhor Walter, as a man who cares also fori his
owni. The search for the two agents will continue fori aproximately one
monthi, but beyondi this,... " he spread his arms with a sorrowful face on.
"... and ifi they're still alive they have to manage it by themselves. But
there willi be still some military survelliance as always. I myself losti my
father to the green wildeness, but there are also many cases where
somemanaged to geti backi." He turned again to the balding man from the FBI.
"Our spy at the Favelas here in Rio has a lead us to one of the sacrifices
rituals. In the last couple ofi weeks, there were a lot of sacrifices,
children, mostly streetboys at the ages between 6 to 10 have be found dead,
from this insanity. They're no longer hiding them from us."

"What can we do to help?" asked Skinner, standing up himself. "We would like
to come along, to break this spell, if it's not too much to ask from you, as
we are allowed here just as observers." He looked sharp
into the Delegate's blue eyes and saw a little twinkle in those shiny and
humourous eyes.

"We go in half an hour to the Favela, where Soares's men live and work, we
go with half of a battalion of MP's for backup. The Favelas are very
dangerous, even for MP's at night. It would be my pleasure if you acompany
us. But,... be careful, I don't want an inquerit if one of you got hurt."

"You bet!" Skinner said, smiling himself, he liked the shorter man all the more.

Unknown Place
Saturday, June 28th
In the afternoon
23rd Day

A Chamaleon was grilling over the fireplace. It was the only animal they
found beyond the snakes and monkeys, and the birds of all shapes were as
well too far away in the high branches. They thought they could never eat
something like that, but the hunger was nagging at their stomachs and it was
still better than to eat the snakes. Two thirds of all the existing snakes
are in the Amazon, so far that Mulder remembered. After the first bite
Mulder found out, it wasn't as bad as he had thought and took another bite,
offering Scully another part of the reptile.

"It isn't that bad, Scully. Try it. Come on." He said smiling widely at her.

She oogled at the piece of meat growing very pale, and was really
happy that they had cut the head away, before they grilled the reptile.
Finding courage she took the piece and chewed it. After all it wasn't that
bad and swallowed it and begged for another piece. Mulder smiled more at
that and handed her some more. He was a little worried about her, she seemed
so much paler however her skin was very tan now. He loved just to look at
her. Her hair wasn't as bad as his, he suspected. He couldn't imagine, how
she managed to have it so neat and in place, when his looked like it was in
all directions. She was the way he always had imagined Jane in the jungle,
after he had read for the first
time the original stories of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs. His father had
the whole collection with earthbound books full of wonderful pictures. They
weren't nothing like the silly movies he had seen in his younger years, and
beyond. If it was going on like that they had soon to run around naked,
there wasn't much left of his Armani suit either from hers and his shirt has
gone for bandages, well, which could still be called as shirt after all.

He stood up and sat behind her, just to hold her in his arms and ate the
rest of the nasty reptile. He wondered, what day it was, they had lost the
track of time long ago, as all days where the same as the other. But he
wasn't as preocupied as he had to be in their situation, just hoped they
managed to get out of the jungle. They sat there for a while with his chin
rested on her shoulders. It was still amazing for him, that she was really
his now, with no restriction.

She nestled herself closer to him and looked smiling up and traced his
jawline with her indexfinger delicately. He turnd his face towards her and
kissed her on her sensitive neck and felt her shudder a bit by the
featherlight touch. But with a sudden jerk she was on her feet, when she
heard a snort.

"Mulder, can you hear it? Come on, on your feet. We have to get it. I'm
still hungry, oh my, I've to have it over the fire." She whispered to him
and helped him up. She reached for her bow and arrows, and he for his spear.

"I just hope it's not another wild boar."

"To low for that, I bet it's a little animal like the one we saw the first
time. What are you waiting for? Hurry! Don't be so loud, it will get scared
away if it hears us."

"Than stop grumbling, shorts." He murmured and hurried after her, and smiled
to himself. It was refreshing to see her that way.

There they were, it was a flock of kneehigh animals, grazing at bushes.
Scully aimed and shot, it was a full hit to the flanks of one of the
animals. It stroke down as if a flash had hit it, and the others spread out
in all directions with loud squeaky snorts.

Mulder hadn't had a chance to throw his spear. Scully pulled into the air
and gave a stroke as she was in a baseball field after a fabulous hit and
danced around.

A deep roar made her stop in the middle of it.

"Uh-oh!" she said with wide eyes and retreated slowly back to Mulder's side.
The big face of a wild black cat appeared in front of them. It was
roaring fiercly and coming out of the dense bush and approaching slowly
their prey.

"Oh, no, you're not. That's ours." Scully shouted and aimed her arrow to the
wild cat.

"Are you crazy?" Mulder whispered, she was still amazing him with her
actions. He felt the horror creeping down his spine, when he saw, that she
had already thrown an arrow, rasping the right shoulder of the big panther.

The panther hissed at her and advanced her. Mulder placed himself in front
of Scully grabbing her by her wrist and tried to scare it away. To no avail,
the furious cat ducked and pulled on Mulder, but its big claw
struck him on his shoulder, as he managed to turn aside with Scully behind
him. They almost fell to the ground, and the wild animal advanced them
again, but had some respect from the spears point and just hissed furiously
and tried to turn around the spear with his claws. Scully took some stones
from the earthy ground and threw one after another to the big black cat and
shouted at it like a sergeant in a casern with all her lungs that the black
panther was taken aback for an instant and locked its eyes with hers but
couldn't stand the boring look long and retreated halfhearted, and in the
last moment snapped at his prey.

"Oh, son of a bitch." Scully hissed and turned quickly to Mulder who stood
very pale near a tree. She widened her eyes in horror, when she saw the deep
wound, which the animal left with his claw. If she'd had known how it would
end, she wouldn't have tried to take the big cat away from their prey. She
had just lost her mind, when she saw their meat was being taken away.

She let her bow and arrows fall and ran to Mulder, who was slowly growing
paler and slipping to the ground, trying to stank the flowing blood by
pressing his hand on his shoulder. It hurt like hell, more than the gunshots
he had had in all his life.

"Oh, Mulder, I"m so sorry. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have tried to get
the cat away, but I got so mad about it." She managed to say under her
breath. She helped him back to the acampment as soon as she bandaged him a
bit, and examined at the fireplace the deep wound again. It was very deep
indeed, that she could make out the bone in the bloody mess. Mulder gave not
a tone out, but his hazeleyes were drimmed with ushered tears and they were
silently running down his cheeks. She cleaned the wound and said closing her
eyes for a moment.

"We ... we have to brand it, Mulder. To avoid infection and stop the
bleeding."

He just nodded , he already felt very dizzy. Scully held the knife blade in
the fire and when it was glowing, she locked her eyes with his and gave him
a piece of wood to bite and caressed his forehead lightly and tuck the
glowing knife blade in his wound. He drew a bit away and more tears fell and
sweat was running down his body in abundance. She bandaged the wound with
the last shred of her blouse. She leaned on him, holding him around his
waist. Why did it always have to be him to get hurt?

End of part 8
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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (9/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 26, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be.
Pajé means medicineman-shaman

Part Nine

Rio de Janeiro PD
Wednesday, June 26th
In the afternoon
21st Day

"Sr. Walter and Sr. Thomas, over here." Paulo Saiko called them. The MPs and
CPs had some of the suspected persons under arrest with the help of spies,
who were still undercover. Everbody in Favelas who was on the streets when
the police arrived, took cover and fled into the wooden sheds. There had
been some shots, one almost hit Skinner, if it hadn't been for a little
blonde, green-eyed, marrooned skin boy, who unexpectingly pushed him back by
the legs causing him to fall, saving him from the bullet. The bullet
pierced through the wooden wall as if it was made of butter. Skinner smiled
thankfully to the little boy who oggled at him strangly for a moment, but
smiled back. But the little handsome face got serious again, and the boy
lifted his hand and touched the AD by his cheek. His deep green eyes were
locked elsewhere, lost in a world just himself, but refocused on the balding
man before him.

"Don'ti worry." He said, "You willi findi them. They're stilli alive." And
with that the boy hustled away, leaving a dumbfounded AD behind.

"Hey, boy. Come back! What do you mean?" Skinner shouted after the boy but
then, in the maze of narrow streets he lost him. He turned to Agent Plumper
questioning him. "Did you hear him?"

"Yes, sir. It gave me the creeps." The agent answered when Detective Saiko
approached them curiously.

"What's the matter, Senhores?"

"There was a boy, who said ... well, it doesn't matter... he saved my life."

Skinner was still abated by the words and moved to join to the group of the
police officers and the arrested suspects.

>From behind them the little blonde boy stared thoughtfully at the balding
man. He was sure he would see him again one day, and it wasn't going to be a
nice encounter. He retreated back to his little hole he called his home,
thinking all the while of the balding man and his worries over his two
friends. And on touching him had felt the sorrow and anger for what had
happened to him not long ago, but that was all at the back of his mind, as
his two friends had stumbled again into some kind of danger.

He was also worried about his older brother, who hadn't come back, and he
felt he never was coming back. He still was shocked by
the sensation as he had felt him die, like some other friends of him. His
brother never listened to him, also he warned him for the past month, trying
to turn fate to another ending.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, July 1st
In the morning
26th Day

The days had passed and the wound on Mulder's shoulder and chest wasn't
healing properly. She had tried all she could recall, and as a last resource
she bandaged him with leaves and earth. He was in a fever again, shuddering
violently. She wasn't feeling very well herself too, her head had began to
pound all day . She didn't aknowledge it for a while, as she knew where
they came from.

All she knew was that she had to go on for Mulder or he would not survive as
well. Finally today he woke up but the fever was still there.

"The next time, please, let a big cat take what it wants. I'm getting too
old for this stuff." He murmured, still very weak.

"I promise, as long it's not you it wants." She shot back.

"What's that smell?" Mulder wondered and his stomach began to growl. She
smiled at him and reached for a piece of meat which was grilling over the
fireplace.

"Well, Mulder-puppy. While you were sleeping like an angel, I got my bow and
arrow in aim and ... hunted down a monkey. It got too near. Law of the
Jungle." She had it grilled in pieces, as it reminded her too much of a
baby, but they had to eat to survive.

(Baby appereance my father told me, he was lost over a week in the jungle,
nothing to eat as monkey, snake and some little birds and aligator and at
last a capivara. Fine it wasn't me.:()

She stood up, to turn the meat again on the fire, when she felt a little
dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Scully, what's the matter ! Scully, talk to me !" Mulder cried
frantic, still trying to get up, but managed only to pull himself to her
without standing up, crawling as a kid in his weakened condition. Finally he
got where she laid unconsious and cuddled her in his arms, trying
desperately to wake her up. "Come
on, Dana, don't let me down. You promised." Her eyelids fluttered open, and
she focused on him a while and smiled weakly.

"Well, I thought I would never hear you say my name. Means that, I can call
you Fox now?"

"Anything you want, Dana, as long as you don't give me another heart
attack." He embraced her tightly kissing her forehead and all her face and
then deeply on her lips, almost as he were afraid if he unfastened his grip.

Scully reached up to his face to wipe the tears away. "Don't worry,
Mulder. I'm OK now. I don't want to leave you alone here." She said. 'Not if
I can help it,' she thought quietly to herself.

"I thought you said you would call me Fox now." Mulder said among his
kisses.

They stayed embraced till high afternoon, sleeping and dozing near the fire
to hold them save from the animals.

That's how the four Indio warriors found them two days later on their way to
their tribe, deep in the jungle. They were
worried first, to see the couple of white people embraced on the ground, not
sure if it was wise to approach them, as the white people only gave sorrow
for their people.

Ubiratan was the only one who had ever seen white people, and it hadn't been
a pleasant encounter. But these two were wounded and barely alive. He turned
to his companions and asked them to help him with the couple. It was almost
impossible, to separate them, so tightly the man was holding his female.

They were very strange to them. The female's hair was red like theirs, but
it wasn't plastered alike with clay to give the effect of red hair, it was
red by itself. Finally getting them apart, they saw the claw's wound, which
was already infected by bad spirits and the man's forehead was hot of fever.
The female didn't seem harmed, but was unconciousness. The best was to bring
them to their tribe and the knowing hands of the medicine-man.

They made a hammock and put them together in it, and as they were four each
one took an end and they carried them to the nearby tribe, after retrieving
all of what the two had scattered around.

On the way the male opened his feverish eyes, and his first search was for
his female and pulled her tightly to him again, only then he aknowledged the
Indios, he could see from there. One of them smiled tentatively at Mulder
and he smiled back and dozed off again.

The Indios chatted between them in their ancient singing language. Ubiratan
was amazed by the male's eyes.

"Did you see, Guapi? He has eyes as the jungle."

"Yes, Ubiratan. But he is so tall. He is even taller than Abajara." Said the
other beside him smiling. He was known as the witty fellow.

"Do you think, the Medicine-man can help them? The female didn't wake up
yet."

"The medicine-man is very wise. He knows everything, and don't you remember?
He said a moon ago, the sky is going to bring a couple of white to us. The
great spirit of the jungle is by their side and Mother Earth is looking for
the female. They will be saved." Said Juremar, all important. He was the
oldest of them all, he was already fourteen summers old and soon he would be
allowed to marry.

They reached the tribe in the same day. All the people came out of
their ocas and gathered around to see what the four young warriors
had brought. A man with a big mask approached them and the others gave him
way.

"So, you have finally brought the two from sky and with the good spirits on
their back. Bring them to my oca I will help them. Ubiratan, you made fine,
come and help me. The others stay back and pray to the great spirits for the
two. They will need them for what they have been chosen." With that the old
medicine-man went back to his oca followed by the four young warriors and
the two protected by the spirits.

Friday, July 4th
In the morning
29th Day

"Dana... Scully!" Mulder called in his sleep, he couldn't find her and felt
like he was trying to make his way through thick morast and the overhelming
density of foliage keeping him away from his
Dana. He wanted desperately to hold her tight in his arms. Through the
thicket of his nightmare he could hear a strange voice whispering to him,
soothing him. He awoke with a start, looking widely around, not bothering
with the pain which got through his
upper body. Strong hands pulled him down and held him gently so he would not
hurt himself more.

"Ubiratan, put the female beside him, he's not calming down if he can't see
her. Their bond is too strong and they would die without
the other." Said the old pajé pinning the man still down and treated the
open wound with his medicine from mother earth.

He helped Ubiratan to place the small woman to the man's side and as he
said, as the male was aware of the body beside him, he calmed down.

With the sunrise, and when the evil spirits weren't around, he would be able
to help the unconscious female with her infirmity.

End of part nine
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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (10/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 28, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Distribution Statement: Arquive everywhere you wish.
DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of
Chris Carter and 1013 and FOX.
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it, the unknown are mine.
SPOILER WARNING: None, I think.
RATING: * Warning: NC-17 but not all the time.
CONTENT WARNING: MSR And there are some very bad things too which happened
in a way or other in which some high rank people were involved and
forgotten as so many things and not
such in this country.
CLASSIFICATION: T, A, R
SUMMARY: - A Crash in two ways. A jungle adventure. MSR and Skinner/Maggie
(it's not that he couldn't have had a stunning one, etc. but in this line of
story it couldn't be.)
COMMENTS: English is not my native language, neither remotely, so don't
shoot me because of it.
And great thanks to my editor, Gwynne she is really helping me much, and
very nice to help me.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese frases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to
address older people than they are, which name they don't know, and also
when addressing sometimes the teachers. In Brazil we speak Brazilian
Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language) mixture sometimes.
In all other South American countries is Spanish the spoken language.

Part Ten

Rio de Janeiro PD
Thursday, July 3rd
03:25 pm
28th Day

Skinner was a little obsessed to find out who the little boy was and
resolved to go back to the Favela and search for him. Perhaps he had a link
to what was going on with his agents.

When he got there and was half the way up the neverending stairs of the
hill, he thought perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to go there alone. All
the people he passed by where observing him and some he saw nodding, curious
about his mission. He saw some kids
playing soccer and the ball landed in front of his feet by the kick of an
entusiastic little player. They seemed to be born with players-feet. He
kicked it back and smiled tentatively at the kids.

"Senhor, that's not very wise to come here alone." he heard a man's
voice from behind. He turned around and saw a tall man observing him,
leaning on the door entrance with a speculative glance.

"Fabio, let him alone." Skinner looked down startled, when he felt a little
hand taking his own in a gentle grip. It was the boy he was looking for.

*Why should I?* the man called Fabio asked in Portuguese.

"Because he's my uncle fromi *Estados Unidos* (United States)." The little
boy answered squeezing Skinner's hand giving him a hint to be quiet.

*I didn't know, you had an uncle there, Chico.*

*Mom, said it, when she died, and I wrote him, and he's here. And it
doesn't matter, why he's here anyway.*

*I don't think so, Chico. That's my piece. I'm the one who rules
here.* Fabio said treatening and came closer towards them, with his hand on
his back.

Chico lifted his right foot in a twist and launched forward and kicked Fabio
in his guts, still holding Skinner's hand. Fabio went down yelping in pain
and was helpless for a moment, giving them time to try to escape. All the
people hid rapidly in their colorful houses and wooden huts.

"Come oni!" the boy said to Skinner and dragged him down the stairs with
all the speed he could manage. Skinner ran and let himself been dragged away
from the Favela. Near the street the boy slowed down and whistled for a
taxi. Good timing, the moment they got in it, they heard the cries of anger
from Fabio behind them.

*Gee, boy! What happened? Another crazy stranger who thought he could go
unharmed into the Favelas? Good thing you helped him out.* the taxi driver
said kicking the speed pedal to jump away in high speed, only slowing down,
when they were in the highway. *Where to?*

Chico turned to Skinner.

"Which hotel do you are checked in, tio?" he asked with his bright
blue eyes looking trustful up to the dark eyes.

Saturday, July 5th
In the morning
30th Day

Mulder awoke from his fever by the first rising of the sun, and found
himself in a primitive construction, made of bamboos and with a roof of
"sapé" (name of diverse grasses). His first thought was for Scully and for
his sake, immediately felt her warm body in his arms, resting against his
sound chest and shoulder. Caressing her red hair he only then anknowledged
the man by his side eyeing him with curiousity. He seemed very short, and
definitely was an Indio, a very old Indio. Mulder tentatively smiled up to
him, not sure what else to do.

The old Indio smiled back, with surprisingly white teeth for a man at his
age. Mulder heard a sound from the other side and saw an old Indio woman
entering the hut with some earthenware bowls, with a beige squash and a mug.

"Nher FA(Eat)", she said to the old man who motioned her towards the couple
in
the hammock. She giggled when she saw the hazeleyes, and held him shyly a
bit of the squash before his mouth.

"Tebanga (delicious)", she said and made the gesture of eating and rolling
her eyes.

Mulder remembered the man's words, after they crashed. 'Eat everything, the
natives give you, even if it's...' ... disgusting. He let her feed him and
it was surprisingly good in taste. He smiled at her, and ate all she gave
him willingly.

The old man approached again after he saw that Mulder was trying to wake
Scully up, but she didn't. Mulder felt his heart go still, when he saw that
she was bleeding by her nose again her face all so white.

"Dana, please wake up!" he said almost inaudible and the tears were falling
freely down his cheeks then and he tried to wish the blood away. The old
woman left the mug behind and the second bowl with squash and got out of the
hut as the old man said something to her.

The old man helped him to wish the blood away, and the bleeding stopped
suddendly.

"Teju!" he said than with his singing voice. "Tecóeyma teçay. Ototõi
ooçanga, Piápyra. Pairubi Pajé ooçanga." He continued and tried to
take
Mulder's hand away from Scully, but he wouldn't let her go and nodded
negatively holding her all the tighter. The old man caressed his hair and
than the wet cheeks and wished the tears away and smiled at him
reassuringly. "Piápyra, Coaracy pytybõ Tapitã. Nitio teçay." He
touched
Scully on her forehead. "Mbiruã marambora. Pajé ooçanga."

A youngster entered then and the pajé told him, to help him with Mulder.

"It's time to cure her from her unhealth, Ubiratan. My green-son Piápyra,
does not understand the language of the men."

They turned back to Mulder, who was still embracing Scully oblivious to all.
The pajé took the mug and made Mulder understand, that he had to drink.
Mulder took a sip from the almost bitter water, as he was very thirsty. Soon
he felt a little dizzy and fell back in the hammock and his gaze turned
unsteady and very weak.

The old pajé caressed his wet cheeks again, and with Ubiratan's help took
Scully from his arms and placed her on a mat on the earthy but clean ground
in front of the fireplace. The pajé began to sing a monoton songspeech and
was wearing a mask. Mulder saw with his blurred vision, that he was pouring
mixed powder and a thick oil over Scully's head and face.

More short Indio men entered the hut from all sides and two pulled Mulder
gently out of the hammock and placed him near Scully on his knees. The paj
é
approached him still singing monotonly and took the smoke of a pipe in and
holding Mulder's face blew it through his nose, that Mulder had to enhale
deep the spicy smoke.

He felt a moment of pain going through his body and then felt
like he was going out of it in the form of a type of a hawk and flying out
of the hut towards the trees flying higher and above and soon flew deep
again and entering the body of a white jaguar in an incredible speed. He
flew through the woods in a blurr and suddendly was in a large city nearing
an old abandoned church in a mountain, somehow known to him, and as a bloody
ritual going on and the face of the scary man he last saw in New York
grinning hatefully at him, and than again he flew through the city almost
not touching the ground and was back in the jungle, near the Indio village
he pulled out of the white jaguar and back to the white hawk and awoke
still kneeing beside Scully.

Two Indio men held him there, when he cried desperately as he saw the old
pajé with a knife placed on Scully's forehead and more two held him that
he
couldn't move, just watch with blurred eyes. He saw the knife entering
Scully, no blood was spilling out at all and the old Indio man entered his
fingers in the open wound. The four men who were holding him in an irongrip
pushed him narrower and the pajé took his hand gently releasing it and
held
it on Scully's face over his own hand. He looked almost hypnotically into
Mulder's shocked eyes and then smiled beningly to him, taking his hand away.

As Mulder looked back to Scully with his teary eyes, he saw nothing but the
clean unharmed face of Scully in front of him.

The Indio men released him and went silently out the hut, one by one
leaving just Ubiratan and the old pajé behind.

Mulder still shaky looked up to the old pajé all but wonder in his eyes
and bent then to take Scully back to his arms, also his shoulder wound
wasn't hurting so much as before. Dana's eyes fluttered open and slowly
focused in on his shiny hazeleyes and she smiled tiredly.

"Did you cry? I said I was ... " she glanced around , when she saw a
movement and saw the strange men. Indios, she realized. She had never seen
Indios, only the one who was with Sting some years ago and still then just
on TV. The younger man, more a kid tilted his head to one side and locked
his eyes on hers, amazed and talked shyly to the older one. She smiled to
them.

"Scully, it was as a X-File, he blew something in my nose and suddendly I
was a hawk, then a white jaguar and I flew through the jungle and then there
was a city, where I saw the man from the warehouse in New York, making some
ritual and then I was back and the old man had a knife in his hand and cut
your scull, they hold me I couldn't reach you, and there was no blood but he
took my hand and when ..."

"Mulder, stop it. Take a deep breath, calm yourself. It's all OK." Said
Scully, holding a hand on his full lips and almost got a new headache from
his endless speech like all had been one phrase. She looked at his shoulder
wound and saw that it was almost healed. By the state of
it, she had been out of contiousness quite a while. That was explaining his
eagerness. She felt much better than before and felt not a single headache
and she was really hungry.

She saw the two Indios talk again and the old one giggling, hiding his mouth
a bit.

"Pajé, did you see the females eyes? They are as the sky and her hair as
mother earth."

"Yes, Ubiratan, and his eyes are as the jungle, but I should have called
him "Yes, Ubiratan, and his eyes are as the jungle, but I should have
called him Nheeng FCetá, the chatter, and not Piápyra. Tapitãoby made

well to shut him up. Bring some food, they are fine now, but they need
strenghth and must eat much. And they have to take a bath too. My oca
is not meant for skunk. But let them eat first. Hush, hush."

Half an hour later Mulder and Scully were hushed out the oca (hut). Some
Indio women took Scully with them off Mulder's side, who wanted to follow
her, but the old man grabbed him by his wrist and talked to him in his
singing language, all the while balancing his head negatively and headed
with the tall man in the other direction and pulled him after. There was
nothing left for Mulder then to follow him.

Scully had no other choice either. They reached a nearby river and some of
the women began to tug at her remaining clothes, while the others began to
take the community bath and soon the children were there too, planching and
bathing as well. After a first shock, Scully finally gave in and took her
clothes away. The Indio women were all the time almost naked, no one of them
had ever seen a bra. They began to touch her, making sure, her skin was not
painted and also her hair and bathed her meanwhile with an aromatic homemade
soap. The women were chatting all the time, with their singing voices. With
time Scully found it very funny and saw, it was not meant to be offending,
and touched them too to show her willingness to go on. They began to
compare their skin and held their hairs together, to show the diffeence
between the red strains and their strong silk blue shining black hair. In
smiling, it seemed to be costume to hide the mouth shyly behind the hands in
the good
natured natives. And she was for the first time taller than other women
around her.

Mulder had an equal destiny more down the river, just that the Indio men
were rougher than the women. They dunked him into the cold water without
remorse and soaped him all over. He blanched trying to stand up but lost all
the time his balance by the playful Indios.

The old pajé just gave his orders from the secure margin, smiling all the
while, by the way the tall man tried to get hold of himself.

End part 10

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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (11/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 29, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Distribution Statement: Arquive everywhere you wish.
DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of
Chris Carter and 1013 and FOX.
SUMMARY: - A Crash in two ways. A jungle adventure. MSR and Skinner/Maggie
(it's not that he couldn't have had a
stunning one, etc. but in this line of story it couldn't be.)
COMMENTS: English is not my native language, neither remotely, so don't
shoot me because of it.
And great thanks to my editor, Gwynne she is really helping me much, and
very nice to help me. And when there are still a lot of errors... it's still
my fault.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese frases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to address
older people than they are, whose name they don't know, and also when
addressing sometimes the teachers. "Chico"is pronounced "shiico". In Brazil
we speak Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language)
mixture sometimes. In all other South American countries is Spanish the
spoken language.

Part Eleven

Rio de Janeiro
Thursday, July 3rd
05:15 pm
28th Day

The hotel clerk had just looked a bit startled when Skinner arrived with the
little streetboy, holding his hands.

"Bring some food, or even better two dinners to my room, 45,
please." He addressed the clerk.

"Sim, Senhor! It will be brought in half an hour. Any preference, Senhor?"

Skinner looked at his short guest if he wanted anything special.

The boy grinned wide to the clerk and said in Portuguese.

*Two feijoada, please. Complete. My uncle never tried it, and a Caipirinha
and Swiss lemonade.*

The clerk raised an eyebrow questionngly and asked.

*Uncle?*

*Sure, what did you think? Something else? He's not one of that kind. He's
my Daddy's brother. And I'm very happy, he found me.*

*Sorry, boy. I didn't mean to offend.*

When they were at the hotelroom, Skinner asked sheepishly.

"What was that all about down there?"

"Nothing too muchi. I just said, you were my uncle to preventi any questions
and than I ordered feijoada fori usi. You have a real nice roomi here. Wow,
there is eveni a TV, you are surely richi, whati?"

Skinner smiled. "I'm sure not rich, just the average. And what is feijoada?"
and sat down by the table and motioned his guest to sit on the other chair.

"Feijoada is our national meal. Everyone who comes to Brazil has to taste it
at least once." The boy looked still around marveled,
how he would like to live somewhere like that by himself and not in the
streets. His brother on the other hand had loved the streets and became
meaner the more he spent with the bad guys. He was 100 percent sure
Alexandre was dead. Killed by the man in black, he always saw in his dreams.
He looked back to the silent man in front of him. "What's your name?"

"Walter Skinner. And yours?"

"Francisco Wagner Souza de Almeida da Silva. But everybody calls me Chico."

"Geez, does everybody in this country have such a large name?"

"Many do. My mother's name was even longer, she had 12 names."

Skinner looked him a little as if not believing.

"I'm not kidding, Senhor Walter."

"Well, it's been atleast half an hour and our dinner should arrive."

Chico giggled, "Did nobody tell you, that half an hour means at least an
hour here? I never saw someone come on time here."

In a way Skinner liked the little openhearted boy very much and ruffelt his
blond silky hair.

There was a knock at the door.

"Well, today someone is on time."

"I don't think so. Didn't I say it? " the boy said when Skinner opened the
door and Plumper walked in.

"Sir, I was really preocupied, when you left without..." Plumper began, but
stocked in the middle of the frase when he saw the little boy from the
Favelas.

"Good that you're here, Agent Plumper. Let me introduce you to Francisco
...hm... well, he's called Chico, Chico, this is Thomas Plumper."

"Nice to meeti you, Senhor Thomas." The boy walked to him and the agent took
the hand to shake.

"The pleasure is all mine, Chico." He looked questioningly at Skinner.

"He saved me when I went stupidily alone to the Favelas. Again." Skinner
explained smiling. "Join us for dinner, Agent Plumper. He is
introducing us to fei..feij..." He looked down to Chico.

"Feijoada. No one can come to Brazil and not eat it."Chico stated, smiling
wider, he was really hungry now, just thinking that he was going to eat a
real feijoada.

"Feijoada?! I heard about that, sir. A waiter recomended it to me for the
next meal."

When Chico came back from the bathroom, where he refreshed himself a little,
the waiter was setting the table and also bringing a spare plate for the
other man half an hour later. And excused himself and went away leaving them
alone.

"What a spicy smell, what's that? It's all black, Black beans."

"Black beans, cooked with 'carne seca' I don't know the exactly word, but it
means dry meat, translated word for word,several spices. You have to put
first the rice in the plate, yes, and now the feijoada with the different
kind of meat and over it a bit of Mandioca, this white mandioc flour, and
vinagrete. This green vegetable is called Couve, to accompany it. Hmm, it's
really very fine cut in the lenghth." Chico explained, making his plate with
shiny content eyes, making Skinner laugh by the high mountain he made. Sure
a little boy like this couldn't eat that much.

"What's that?" he asked, holding a little bottle up.

"No, Senhor. Don't put too much of that on your meal or it will be
impossible to eat it, it's very, very hoti. But, puti the vinagrette, it's
not that hoti and the mandioc flour calms it down."

Plumper tried first a little bit, after he saw how the little boy stuffed it
into his mouth happily. It was really good, even if the appereance wasn't
that great, as all was very dark, even the meat at a first glance.

They ate in silence almost all the time, till Plumper coughed when he drank
the drink.

"Shit." He exclaimed still coughing and his eyes red from tears. "What's
that?"

"Ha, ha, ha. Caipirinha, don't drink it that fast. It's made of sugar-cane
snaps, called Pinga, a green little lemon mixed with a lot of sugar. It's
very strong, but very good during feijoada, but in little sips. But never
drink just Pinga. It attacks the brain, if you drink too much and people get
very mean, when they drink too much, but not the Caipirinha." After a glance
from Skinner to his glass, he added. "Mine is just Swisslemonade,
...lemonjuice."

Unknown Place
Sunday, July 6th
In the morning
31st Day

Mulder felt slightly silly with his new clothing, but there was nothing left
of his suit, and frankly his boxershorts had seen better days either. The
old woman, it seemed the pajé's wife, had made him some sandals while
giggling all the time over the long size of his feet. There seemed to be a
lot of giggles all the time from every native on his behalf. He had felt
rather embarrased, when they had bathed him the other day, as if he couldn
't
had made it by himself, and as a Indio is totally hairless beside his head
you could imagine their wonder and giggles all the more. And Scully's
giggles than, when they brought her to him, were almost too much and if he
could, he would have hide himself in a dark hole, or maybe that wasn't such
a good idea, there could be snakes in them or other dangerous animals. So he
was now clothed like an Indio. A cord held a long red colored skin going
over the frontside cord and between the legs and again over the backside
cord. They tied an overarmband with some colored feathers on his right
overarm and two right under his knees and at last one thin headband, but
thank God without feathers, but even as he had tried to convince them
otherwise had clad him with the red substance they had in their own hair,
and gave him his spear back, just enhanced with little feathers as well and
a sharp stone tip.

Scully on the other hand was allowed to wear her bra, even when all the
native women were naked from the waist on upwards. And from her remaining
jacket there was made a short one, without sleeves, on
the rest she was clothed the same way as he was. He smiled suddendly as he
remembered that there were Indio tribes, were the women were naked downwards
too, and had just a single cord around the hips. He would like to know how
his Scully would have handled it then, but then he sobered up again just
remembering that men in those tribes were naked too. Thank God, they weren
't
in one of them.

End part 11
Feedback? Would be nice and makes me go on. :)

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (12/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 30, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Distribution Statement: Arquive everywhere you wish.
DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris
Carter and 1013 and FOX.
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it, the unknown are mine.
CLASSIFICATION: T, A, R
SUMMARY: A jungle adventure.
COMMENTS:
And great thanks to my editor, Gwynne she is really helping me much, and
very nice to help me.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese phrases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to address
older people than they are, whose name they don't know, and also when
addressing sometimes the teachers. Oca means Indio hut. In Brazil we speak
Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language) mixture
sometimes. In all other South American countries is Spanish the spoken
language.

Part Twelve

Rio de Janeiro
Thursday, July 3rd
06:15 pm
28th Day

*Flavio, Maur EDcio said, that a gringo was here.* asked the man in black
with
his dark evil eyes.

Flavio felt uneasy under the man's gaze. * Yes,
Senhor Raul. An American, he was here the other day with the police as well.
Chico said that he's his
uncle from America.*

*Chico?*

*Yes, Senhor. Alexandre's brother, the one I brought you last week.*

*How old is this Chico?*

*About eight or minor, Senhor. A slightly strange boy. Some say he has the
vision.*

Raul's eyes darkened more by this statement, and felt a gooseflesh running
down his spine. It was the one.

*I want him. Search for him.*

*Sim, Senhor. But, ... it can take some time to find him. As we don't know
where he is in the moment.*

*It doesn't interest me when or where you find him, as long as it is before
Sunday evening the Thirteenth of this month.*

*I will do my best, Senhor.*

*Not the best. Bring him or it will be your last action.* Raul said to the
slightly trembling man.

Rio de Janeiro
Skinner's hotelroom
07:00 pm

Skinner looked amazed at the tiny boy in front of him. Plumper and he had
stopped eating after the first plate, totally oversatisfied with the huge
meal they ate, and this tiny little boy was by his third over piled plate of
the meal and still eating as it was the first. By the way, the two dinners
would have been enough for at least 6 persons with good health, but after he
saw this little boy eating, he began to understand, that the meal must be
the usual for Brazilian, and sure not too much.

Suddendly he saw Chico stiffening and thought, that he had finally finished
and he would throw up, but the boy's gaze seemed lost elsewhere and a slight
shudder shoke the tiny frame and the
gaze came back, and he looked totally lost to Skinner. Tears were running
down his cheek and in a rush he dashed to Skinner and hopped in his lap,
holding him tight around his waist, hiding
his face on the large chest. Skinner held him tight, not understanding what
was going on. From one moment to another the overjoyed boy became an
angstful little being.

"Shsh, what's going on, Chico? What happened?"

The little boy looked with his shiny and teary eyes up to those gentle ones
and after taking a big breath said all so lost.

"The evil man is looking for me. And he will take me. Nothing can help it."

"What evil man, Chico? Don't be afraid, I surely won't anyone take you
away."

"There's nothing you can do, tio. Sorry I stained your shirt." He said and
tried to get down, away from the gentle man who hold him securely, even not
knowing him that well, but was held in place.

"Hey, aren't we're friends now? About whom are you talking about?" he asked
and looked for an instant to Plumper, who was very silent, leaning back on
his chair.

"The evil man who tooki your two friends. They were very lucky to get away
from him, before they reached their destination." He said slowly.

"Lucky? They crashed, and I don't know if they are alive or not."

"They are alive, and were very hurti, buti now they are fine and help found
them."

"How do you know this?" Skinner asked and felt a little shudder go through
the boy and looked at him closely.

The boy smiled and then leaned his head on the large chest again and said
with little yawning.

"I know it, because I can see them sometimes. The old pajé is holding them
secure till time has come to return them. Don't worry. It's not time yet to
rescue them. Do you know a man called Fernandes?"

"No."

"Well, when you find him, he will take you near the two... ." He fell asleep
in the middle of the phrase. The day had been long, and he didn't have slept
the day before as well.

"What are you going to do with him, sir?"

"First of all I'm going to put him under the covers. Tomorrow we will
see what can be done." He stood up with his tiny burden and took him to his
bedroom, tugging him under the covers after pulling the sneakers away. He
observed him for an instant sleeping peacefully, then went to the door and
switched off the light and closed the door.

"Strange boy." Said Plumper still feeling a slight shudder running down his
spine.

Unknown Place
Sunday, July 6th
about 2 in the afternoon
31st Day

"Mulder, where are you going?"

"And I know? That old man made me throw my spear for more than an hour now
and keeps talking, and I can't understand him. But I think, he's not very
impressed by my aiming at all. I said to him to call me Mulder. But does he
it? No, he calls me Piápyra, here, Piápyra there. Hey!!" the old pajé
took
him again by his wrist and some other Indio men followed him. Scully
tentatively tried to follow as well, but was soon taken by the wrist by the
women, with the task to pull up and down, as some other women, a big heavy
wooden pestle in an also wooden cylinder form, where she could make out some
corn. By the appeareance it seemed to be for the squash they made. A little
boy of about three years, was helping her at times and poured some new corn
in the form.

Mulder in the meanwhile was being introduced in the art of fishing. Fishing
with his spear.

"Fishing?! That's something I like to do. But with a spear?" he murmured to
himself, and as always when the old man thought he wasn't presting attention
enough he held him by his jaw and turned it to observe what he was trying to
teach him. He was beginning to enjoy it and oblivious to anything else so
deep buried in his task, he distanced himself a bit from the others going a
little deeper in the clear water. Suddendly he saw a movement not far away
and presting more attention saw an aligator coming towards him and the old
man shouting at him. He froze for a moment, but then tried to pull out of
the water.

"Oh, shit. Where's the damn aligator? " He saw a dark shadow under the
water, coming towards him and shortly after felt something biting him. He
groaned and stuck the spear franticly in the water, but was pulled down. He
could make out the contours of the reptil and half of his leg in the big
mouth, he was almost out of air, when he saw some Indios swimming around him
and stack their own spears in the aligator, before he lost contiousness.

He woke up in the oca of the old pajé again, with Scully on his side
holding
him.

"I can't let you for an hour alone, that you are again wounded. This time it
was an aligator. The only thing left now is that a pirranha attacks you."

"Sorry, Dana. But just say me one thing. Do I still have my two legs?" he
said in a whining voice.

"Oh, Fox. Sure." She answered and gave him a full kiss on his still moist
lips. "And be more careful the next time. One day you will give me a heart
attack. I don't know, but this old medicine-man is amazing. You're wound is
already closing with just these plants he puts on them."

The old pajé walked in and stood beside the hammock, where the two lay
intangled, balancing lightly.

"Piápyra, nheoautã. Tapitãoby, nher FA." He said and made the gesture
for
eating. Then he handed Scully an earthen plate with more squash and some
meat and fish. Certainly thinking she was to slow for his behalf, he took a
bit of the meat and shoveled a handful in Mulder's
mouth and then in Scully's as well and gave them a mug to drink and left
nodding the oca.

"Ubiratan! Come here! I'm going to leave the tribe in two days. Is my
other
white son Abajara back?"

"Yes, Pajé. He came back this very moment with the older warriors." Said
Ubiratan howering down beside the old pajé in the typical Indio seat,
differently from the American Indios they used to sit on their heels without
sitting down to the ground and surrounding their knees with the arms in
balance.

"If it is allowed to ask, why are you going away, Pajé?"

"It's important for you to know, why I am leaving. I have to take Piápyr
a,
his female Tapitãoby and Abajara back, where they belong."

"No, Pajé. They belong now to the tribe." Interjected the youngster
vehemently.

The old pajé calmed him down, holding him by his arm.

"Ubiratan, they do belong, but they also belong to the other world, and they
are needed there. I know, it isn't easy for me either to loose Abajara,
but
it has to be. And I have taught you almost everything that you have to know
to replace me."

Ubiratan's eyes grew wide at that.

"Pajé,..."

"No. There's no time for nonsense. I am old now and it's time to go for
the
long voyage as all the warriors do."

End of part 12
Thanks to all who wrote me and the nice feedback, YOU make me
go on. The insomniac marianne.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (13/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 30, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris
Carter and 1013 and FOX.
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it, the unknown are mine.
CLASSIFICATION: T, A, R
SUMMARY: A jungle adventure.
COMMENTS:
And great thanks to my editor, Gwynne she is really helps me much, and it'
s
very nice of her to help me. And when there are still errors... they are
all mine.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese phrases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to address
older people than they are, whose name they don't know, and also when
addressing sometimes the teachers. Oca means Indio hut. In Brazil we speak
Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language) mixture
sometimes. In all other South American countries is Spanish the spoken
language.
Alexandre is pronounced aleshandree.

Part Thirteen

Unknown Place
Sunday, July 6th
about 3 in the afternoon
31st Day

"My son, Abajara. You are going with me and my new son Piápyra and
Tapitãoby." The pajé said to a rather tall man in his fifties, he was
clothed like an Indio, but even under the tanned skin, it was obvious, he
wasn't one. He was limping on the right leg from an old injury he couldn't
remember. He had been found by the old pajé many years
ago, wounded and with amnesia as well. Quite readily he had been adopted by
the friendly tribe. He had married once, but his wife had died shortly after
the unborn child, and he never took another wife. He was content to be out
hunting and help his adopted father and mother and the rest of the little
tribe.

"Where to, my father? Can I see now, my new brother and his wife?" He said
eagerly, they were the first like him who came to the tribe since he has
been with them.

"Sure. Perhaps my son can understand his brother who came from the sky from
a very far away land. I was waiting for you three days now. Come and greet
them. Your mother has made meal. Let's share it. We will go after two
sunrises. The Great Spirit of the Jungle will lead us."

Abajara went in after his father. The couple was still in their hammock
balancing slowly and they were kissing, but got guilty parted, when they
noticed them. The old pajé giggled as always when he saw them and patted
Mulder's and Scully's head and brought Abajara nearer. He hoped he could
comunicate with the two, it was time to move on.

Rio de Janeiro
Skinner's hotelroom
Thursday, July 6th
05:00 pm
31th Day

Chico had now been with Skinner for two days, with sharing his hotelroom. He
was lurking around careful not to destroy anything. When his mother was
still alive, they had had a TV, and she always made sure they had enough to
eat, by working as a domestic maid in three different apartments for a
family and two bachelors.

But it had also been the time when Alexandre had began to go to the
streets when their mother wasn't at home. And short after her unexpected
death, he had left the house the same day and took him
with him.

He had also known for a while that he had used crack and other drugs, but at
least he hadn't let him been drugged as some other boys always tried. If
it
wasn't for the sacks with the intoxicating clue they smelled all day long,
they now used crack introduced by Sr. Raul Donato into the Favelas, to keep
the minors under his power. A minor could kill, but not be charged. That
made them the perfect dealers. Chico had never been attracted by drugs or
stealing around as his brother and in a way had felt protected by his big
brother, till now. He was almost eight years old now. He had loved to go to
school, when his mother still was alive, and she had made sure, he would go,
but all complaining had failed in Alexandre, and now it was too late.

He sighed. Wasn't it time for the huge guy to come back? He had gone to
the
DP all day since he met him. He saw a file on the drawer and peeked
curiously in, lifting the first page just a little bit. He went pale by the
sight of one of the photos in it. He crouched down and held himself with his
head resting on his joined knees.

That's how Skinner found him an hour after, rocking forth and back.

"Chico, what's the matter?" he whispered and took him in his large arms
and
held his chin gently up to face the teary, sad eyes which looked up to him.

More tears were rolling down the tanned face, and the boy embraced him
around his neck hiding his face in the vaughn of his neck and shoulders and
a muffeled voice answered.

"The photo in the file, it's Alexandre. I knewi he was deadi, but to see
him
like this..."

Skinner looked at the drawer and saw the file there. He should have put that
away, knowing there was a kid around, but he had simply forgot it, as he
never had kids around him. He occacionally saw his nieces and nephews, and
only, when he visited his sister and sometimes his younger brother and
families.

He sat down on the couch still holding the tiny boy.

"I'm sorry, Chico. I know it's hard, but... you will see, all will
become
better one day. Cry as long as you must." He really didn't know much more
what he could say to ease his pain, but it was cutting his heart in pieces
to see this little troll that way, as he should be out playing and laughing
as all kids should do.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in, it's open."

"Sir, I... . What happened?" Plumper asked.

"He saw the file I brought from the States with the photos... " he paused
for a moment. "One of them was his brother Alexandre."

"Sir, perhaps he knows whose behind all the murders. Mr. Washington
just told me, there aren't clues, just the known of Renato Soares."

Chico looked up at this and said still shakily.

"I know who is behindi iti. Raul Donato, he's very evili."

"Do you know, where he lives? Or looks like?" Skinner asked eagerly. That
was a turn.

"I don't know where he lives, but I saw him once, when he was dealing with
Alexandre. Alexandre always made me hide, when people like them came, but I
saw him from my hiding place. He is very tall, taller than you. He has darki
evili eyes and hairs, and he isn't a Brazilian, even when he speaks like
one." Chico said still embracing Skinner.

"Could you give his discription to a Police drawer, he'll try to draw him
by
what you remember." Asked Skinner smiling reassuringly to him.

Chico smiled back and nodded afirmatively. He surely would do all he could
to help Skinner catch the man who killed his brother.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, July 8th
About 4 in the afternoon
33rd Day

It was hard for Abajara to understand the couple, but given some time he
managed to make himself understood and he them. After all they weren't
speaking Portuguese, but English and in this he wasn't so good. He
remembered it from school, and for the first time he had a flash of memory
when he had been a little boy, but it was only a flash and nothing more came
through.

He translated as much as he could to the old pajé and he could see that he
was very fond of the two and all the while ruffeld the younger man's pasty
hair. They were now half a day away from the tribe and there weren't much
ahead from their destination the old Indio said.

End of part 13

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (14/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: June 1, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese phrases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to address
older people than they are, whose name they don't know, and also when
addressing sometimes the teachers. Oca means Indio hut. In Brazil we speak
Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language) mixture
sometimes. In all other South American countries is Spanish the spoken
language.
Alexandre is pronounced aleshandree.
Taiguara means free.

Part Fourteen

Rio de Janeiro
Skinner's hotelroom
Tuesday, July 8th
10:30 pm
33rd Day

"Chico, would you be OK alone here for a while?" asked Skinner holding the
tiny frame in his strong arms.

"Sure, tio. Don't worry abouti me. All willi be fine." Chico reassured
him.

They had a lead to Raul Donato thanks Chico's accurade
discription but they were led again to Renato Alvares Soares's Ranch in
Minas Gerais. And the Delegade Washington Pereira had arranged that Skinner
and Plumper go along with him to Minas Gerais, as the
Delegade there was a good friend of his, since childhood.

The only problem now for Skinner was Chico, he didn't want to bring him to
the authorities as the boy before had said, he would run away, and by his
heart, he wouldn't let him go. It was resolved now that he stayed at his
hotel room, and the clerk would look in on him sometimes to make sure that
he was OK.

They took a charter flight, which were very common here.

Minas Gerais State
São Francisco, by the river São Francisco
Wednesday, July 9th
07:45 am
34th Day

"Sr. Walter, we came some hours too late. Raul Donato is gone, but there are
some rumors that a new expedition had gone to the Amazon. It seems they have
found something, but I'm not quite sure what our
spy there said, it is held as a big secret. Nevertheless, he is sure he can
lead us there."

There was a strong knock at the door and a short but stocky black man came
in.

"Can I introduce you to Fernandes Guerreiro. Sr. Fernandes, these are the
two gentlemen I told you about, from the efi-bee-ii." He said mispronouncing
the FBI signs heavily.

Skinner and Plumper glanced at each other briefly, when they heard the man
's
name. After the greetings they studied their next steps. The Delegade had
some experience with the jungle and decided to accompany them as well as
Paulo Saiko, and his friend was left to survey the ranch from a distance.

The expedition was ready by 11:00 am, Skinner and Plumper bought more
appropriate clothes for their expedition, and the Delegate's friend handed
them some weapons and all the rest for the expedition. Each one received a
big but handy rucksack with all they needed.

Skinner made a final international call to Maggie. He had called her all
night since he was in Brazil to comfort her. Even when she laughed
cheerfully to his jokes, he had heard all the time how broken she
seemed. It has been now more than a month since they had seen Mulder and
Scully. After the phone call he made another to his hotel room in Rio, to
check on his little guest. All was fine. Thank God, he thought, he was a bit
worried he had left him alone there. But after all, as a streetboy he was
used to it, and he should stop worrying. But deep in his heart he couldn't
help it.

Unknown Place
Friday, July 11th
About 4 in the afternoon
36th Day

"Hey, Abajara. Please say to the pajé Taiguara to slow down. I can't
walk
that fast." Mulder said already without breath, and Scully wasn't in a
better shape either.

Pajé Taiguara giggled again. He had to look out for his Piápyra a lot
more
than on Tapitãoby. After crossing a large river swimming he was the only
one
who got almost strangled by a Sucuri, the watersnake. He decided to rest for
a while and use the time to put a strong magic on him. At least the snake
and other reptiles would make a long arc around him.

"What does he want now?" Mulder asked Abajara frowning, when the old Indio
began to paint his body with strange colored signs.

Abajara laughed a little. He liked his new brother.

"He said, he would put a magic on you that the snakes and other reptiles go
out of your way."

Scully smiled disbilieving, well almost, she thought of Mulder's injury
from
the aligator. It was almost healed and there wouldn't be any scars as
well,
as she could make out. "Does it help?" she asked then.

"Father is a great pajé and looks for his children." Abajara stated very
proud.

"How come you are here?" Mulder asked after the pajé seemed to be done
with
him.

"I don't remember. I just remember from the day on father found me almost
dead. He and mother took care of me since then, and he taught me everything
I had to know to survive in the jungle. They took
me as a son they never had. And so are you his children now."

"But how come, he brings us back to civilization and you he never thought of
it?"

"I don't know for sure, but he said something, that you two have to search
for the truth, and hunt the evil in form of a man. And make children."

Mulder choked on his water, after he heard the last sentence. "What?"

"Yeah, he says it's really time to contruct a family, that's what life
is
for. He can't understand why you haven't children yet. He was married
when
he was fourteen."

"Well, ahm, for us fourteen is very young to ... to marry." Scully managed
to say, as Mulder just stared disbelieving.

"An Indio woman marries normally when she's twelve, and the man fourteen."

The old pajé looked around, then stood up and gestured four the three to
be
quiet. He had heard something and knew it was time for destiny to fullfill.

Just a long time after the other three could hear a faint noise coming
towards them. Mulder looked around, but the old pajé had disappeared
without
any sign.

"Look here, what do we have here?" They heard a voice from behind, and soon
after they were surrounded by six men with rifles pointed towards them.
"Well, Indios you are certainly not, even when you are clothed as them. By
the discription I have I'll bet you are the two feebies Donato is after."
The short man turned to the others. "Tie them! Let's rest here for today."

Mulder saw his thirsty gaze when he looked at Scully, but before he could
make a move he had turned away. They were tied by a tree,
and as the day turned to night, some of the men were already sleeping. The
only awake beside the three prisoners were the man who spoke to them before
and another one.

Finally the man they heard called by the others as Roberto walked to them
and reached for Scully.

"I always liked redheads." He said smiling and began to touch her.

"Don't touch her, your son-of-a-bitch. Or I kill you." Mulder shouted
pulling on his ties.

The other man hit him with the rifles end. "Shut up. Hey, Roberto, leave
something for me." He smiled licking his lips.

"But just when I'm finished."

Scully struggled savagely when the man pulled her towards a hidden place.
"Oh, a wild cat. I knew you would have a red head's fire." and kissed her
hard, or tried. He felt a sting on his neck and when he reached for it he
took out a little arrow. "Shit." he said with a strangled voice and then he
felt nothing more.

"Tabitãoby." Scully heard the old pajé's voice. She bounced the heavy
weight
away from her and stood up and saw him with a pee-shooter, and he handed
her a gun. Where did he have this gun from? She thought briefly and turned
around to the men on the fireplace.

Suddendly hell broke lose and there was shouting and shooting from
everywhere. She dashed to Mulder and Abajara and while she was trying to
free them the other man was behind her and pointed the rifle to her.

"You bitch!" he cried and pressed the trigger down. A shadow lunched before
her and pulled her to the ground the same time the shot came out of the
rifle's cane in a roar.

"Father!" Abajara cried out loud. And after they were freed he kneeled
beside the old pajé.

"Don't grieve. It had to be. I knew the moment I saw Tapitãoby and
Piápyra, I had to pay and be Tecobiara, the one who takes the place of the
other. My children are safe, and that's all that a father can wish. And
your
family needs you too, Abajara. Never come back to the great
spirit of the jungle. Swear it. My spirit will always be with you all."
Abajara cried silently when he felt the Indio's hand go limp in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Abajara." Said Scully she had liked the old Indio, and felt
guilty he had received the bullet who was meant for her. Mulder took her in
his arms and rested his head on hers.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you seem rather like my two agents, in a way
or
another." Said a deep voice behind them and they felt a hand on each one's
shoulder.

They stiffened and turned startled around. "Skinner?!"

End of part 14

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (15/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: June 3, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

COMMENTS:
And great thanks to my editor, Gwynne. Her help is great, and it's very nice
of her, and when they are still errors, ...it's still my fault.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese phrases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 use it to address
older people than they are, and whose name they don't know, and also when
addressing sometimes the teachers. Oca means Indio hut. In Brazil we speak
Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language) mixture
sometimes. In all other South American countries is Spanish the spoken
language.
Taiguara means free.

Part Fifteen

Near Iracema in the Amazonas State, Brazil
Friday, July 11th
10:35 pm
36th Day

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you seem rather like my two agents, in one way
or another." Said a deep voice behind them and they
felt a hand on each one's shoulder.

They stiffened and turned around startled. "Skinner?!"

They saw him smiling at them. He had a three days old beard and an
adventurous hat on, with a synthetic snake band and high black leather
boots.

Scully hugged him to Mulder's dismay. And suddendly he became very aware of
his nearly nakedness, by Skinner's humourous gaze. What a heck of a way to
be found by the AD. When one of them
was hurt again and in a hospital anywhere in the States, he seemed to be
there and now even in the middle of the jungle. He decided to hug him too,
very briefly. He was happy to see the older man. Even when he never was
going to say so, not even to Scully. He had become very used to it anyway,
as the old pajé always hugged him, or had, and turned around to see to
Abajara when he noticed a short, blue eyed but taned man starring at
Abajara. The man was trying to say something, but nothing came through his
lips for a while.

"Papai?" he asked tentatively then, the blood seemed all drained from his
face so ashenlike it was. Skinner held his breath, hearing Washington's
whispered question, to the silently crying man beside the old Indio. Abajara
looked up at the man in front of him, he couldn't remember to have seen him
anytime in his life or what he remembered of it and felt a bit strange, when
the man suddendly was in his arms clunging on him and weeping softly. He
looked up then as if asking for help to his brother Piápyra, and not
knowing
what else to do, patted the shoulders of the weeping man in comfort. After a
while Washington looked up and tried embarrassedly to wipe the tears away.
His father hadn't said anything till now. Hadn't he recognized him after
all?
Sure, he was anymore the little boy who used to be like a puppy behind his
father, when he had the chance. But he could make out a slowly
transformation in his father's gaze, when he returned his intensly.

Abajara didn't recognize him, but the crystal blue eyes brought flashes
through his mind, from a little boy and sometimes of a blonde woman, but
with the same crystal blue eyes. He felt the world whirling and a slight
headache. And suddendly he could remember what he forgot for so many years.
The hunt he had been hunting with some new friends, which after all had been
nothing but searching for gold. And he naive as he had been in those days
had trusted them, and when he finally figured out what they wanted to do and
rebelled, then they shot him and left him in the jungle. He could remember
the rage he had felt deep, wounded, when he saw them slaughter a whole
Indio tribe for profit and nothing else just for the land and the supposed
gold mines it held.

Rio de Janeiro
Skinner's hotelroom
Wednesday, July 12th
01:30 pm
37th Day

They had arrived Rio de Janeiro an hour ago, and Washington dropped them at
Skinner's hotel. He couldn't wait to bring his father back home to his
waiting mother. He still almost couldn't believe that he had his father
back, and had given the news very cautiously to his mother. Almost twenty
years had passed. The old Indio pajé Taiguara had been buried in the Indio
way, and would never be forgotten by his son Abajara, Lincoln swore,
Abajara's real name.

Mulder and Scully had received new clothes by the courtesy of the PD in
Minas Gerais. Mulder was relieved, that he could finally get rid of the clay
in his hair.

After Skinner had checked the two recovered agents in, and brought them to
their hotelrooms, he got as quick as he could to his own room. He was
anxious to check on Chico, and he had already called Maggie from Minas
Gerais to bring the good news.

"Chico!" he called. He couldn't see him in the living room. "Perhaps
he's still sleeping." he assured himself and dashed to the bedroom. No one
was in there either. He checked the bathroom. He passed with his hand over
his balding head, and looked around and froze in the middle of the action.
The nightlight by the bed was on the floor, and some other objects. "I knew,
I shouldn't have left him alone behind."

He stormed to the living and picked up the phone. "Here's room, 45.
Is that Sr. Romario? When did you check the last time on the boy Chico? ...
At ten? Did you see someone with him? Or some other suspicious persons
around? OK. I have some other questions later."
He stormed out and went to Mulder's and Scully's adjoined rooms, and
after a
rapid knock dashed in without waiting for the come in. He wasn't thinking
in
courtesy, when the little boy could be in serious trouble.

"Mulder, Chico has been kidnapped." he said and only then realized what was
happening before his eyes. The two separated guilty from a passionate kiss,
blushing deeply.

"Chico?" Mulder asked still flushed.

"The boy I told you on the plane. He has been kidnapped from my hotel room.
I've to call the delegade. And... Congratulations, it sure was time."

"Just friends, in a pig's eye." He murmured under his breath and rushed
back
to his hotel room after closing the door behind him.

Rio PD
Wednesday, July 13th
06:30 pm
39th Day

"Sr. Walti, please calmi downi. We are going to findi him." Said the
delegade for the upteenth time in two days as the AD began again his pace in
the delegade's department. "I have almost all my men on it."

"Sorry, Mr. Washington. It's just frustating to wait here and do nothing."
Said Skinner and finally sat down again on the chair beside the couch were
his three agents were seated.

"I know. But,... ." the delegade began to say, when there was a knock at the
door. *Come in*, he said and a black police officer dashed in.

*Sr. Delegado, there was an annonymous phone call a minute ago. Na alert for
a strange ritual going on on the hill with the old abandoned church.* said
the police-officer, still holding the knot of the door.

Skinner was already standing again, the minute the MP came in.

"What did he say? Something about Chico?" he asked eagerly.

"We don't know for sure, but it has to do with the rituals. There was an
annonymous phone call by the special number we installed some years ago, to
give the people the chance to call without being recognized. The people here
are very afraid to be the aim then. You can come, but remember don't get
shot or I'm the one to respond by your actions."

Rio de Janeiro
On the hill
07:55 pm

The unsteady lights of Rio shone softly to the hill. No wind was wavering
the candle lights which were surrounding the altar in the old church hide in
the woods up the hill.

Rio at night could take the breath away by its beauty of the marvelous city
and far away we could make out the Christ Statue on the Corcovado, embracing
all the city and who would come from the ocean by his open arms, the soft
curves of the beaches, like Copacabana, Ipanema, Flamengo, Botafogo and all
the names they have, the lights which waved silently by the ships slowly
motion to the tact of the sea, big or not on the harbour and on the horizon,
or the full of verve mountain of the Sugarloaf.

But all that went unoticed by the men in the once holy church. Infected by
their beliefs and to the man in the dark coat.

A naked boy was brought, held between two red and black coated men, no light
could reach their hidden faces, to soften perhaps their souls, oblivious to
the light shudder which went through the tiny frame.

With no second thought they were discarding of another tiny body, hidden
under a red blanket on the blood bathed altar. The new boy was held up for
all to see, no one felt pitty of the tear wet face, of the sad crystal blue
eyed boy.

The low humming sound of their voices accompanied the dark coated man's
murmur in an old hymn to the evil. The boy was placed on the blood bathed
altar, with his wrists tied to the sides. White and black powder was poured
over the boy and soon followed by oil. The dark coated man held his arms
wide open with a golden snake like dagger in his right hand. Just the tiny
boy could see the burning dark eyes.

All fear from the evil man left the boy's gaze, unwavering he held it, no
sound would leave his throat. The dagger was descending slowly but steady.
He could hear shouting, but didn't advert his from the burning eyes. He
felt
wonder by the growl of the man, by the hole and forming blood running down
the hateful face from the front over the nose and silently down his chin and
his look of disbelief. The dagger almost fell from the weakened hand. With a
last jerk he tried to descend it but was falling behind by the stroke of a
bullet in his chest. A last gaze and the man's eyes broke to stare at a
balding man with fury in his eyes.

End of part 15
Thanks to all who wrote me and the nice feedback, YOU make me go on. Well,
what do you think of the story till now?? The insomniac marianne.
Final Note:
One thing, it's totally forbidden nowadays to hunt, or held captive any kind
of Brazilian Flora and Fauna. If you want a parrot, only if its from abroad.
You can have lions, tigers, but no panthers. Only to the Indios is it
permitted to hunt, it's their way of life, and frankly, they do not kill for
pleasure, just to eat.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (16/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: June 3, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be. And the *....* are Portuguese phrases.
"tio" means uncle, pronounced (tshee-you) and kids till 20 and above use
it to address older people than they are, or whose name they don't know,
and also when addressing sometimes the teachers. Oca means Indio hut. In
Brazil we speak Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio
language) mixture sometimes. In all other South American countries is
Spanish the spoken language.

Part Sixteen

Rio de Janeiro
On the hill
Wednesday, July 13th
08:20 pm
39th Day

The body fell silently on to the church floor. The dark veil fell back
to reveal the face of the evil man, with the eyes broken now in his
lifeless starr.

Skinner freed the tiny boy and held him close and it did not matter
when his shirt got dirty from the colored powder, oil and blood. The
tiny arms surrounded his neck in a tight embrace, and a shudder choked
out from the tiny frame. The boy's eyes closed with a sudden relief and
the face finally released to a silent cry with the tears running freely
down his cheeks.

Suddendly it began to rain, through the broken roof of the ancient,
abandoned church in his halfhidden place, cleansing the bloody altar
of all its remains of the bloody ritual hold by the now dead form of a
man by its side.

Skinner pulled his suit jacket off to wrap the tiny naked boy in it. And
went out the church with the little boy still in his protective arms.

The rain stopped its torment all the sudden and it began to reveal the
unsteady lights of Rio which shone softly to the old church hidden in the
woods up the hill. And Rio at night still could take the breath away
by its beauty of the marvelous city for those who care. And far
away we can make out the Christ Statue on the Corcovado, embracing
all the city and who comes from the ocean by his open arms, the soft
curves of the beaches, like Copacabana, Ipanema, Flamengo, Botafogo
and all the names they have, the lights which wave silently by the
ships slowly motion to the tact of the sea, big or not on the harbour
and on the horizon, or the full of verve of the Sugarloaf mountain.
All this didn't go unoticed by the man and the child.

The Delegade Washington Pereira silently took the weapon from the
altar Skinner had left there to take care of the child. He cleansed it of
every trace and hid it behind his back in his waistband and turned
away to see the agents they had rescued the other day look at him. He
shrugged flushing.

"I surely can't handle an inquery, why a FBI AD had a weapon on
Brazilian ground, my spare weapon by the way. Surely not. Let's
geti out ofi here, my men can take care of the rest. What a hell of
paperwork I will have." With that he went rapidly out to follow
Skinner walking down the hill to the waiting cars.

He was really relieved, there had been just one death in the whole
action. He had almost frozen when he had seen the dagger descending
towards the boy. Who would have been dead now if it wasn't for the
huge FBI AD.

For all the paperwork that would come, he would be the only one who
used the gun. Paperwork, paperwork, sometimes he thought he was
drowning in them. And thought if up there in America they also had
that much paperwork. There was always the complaining of the waste
of paper, and the woods who fell victim because of the paper, and all
the while the paperwork still grew more. Even with all the computers
there were now in all better DPs. He saw them retrieve the other dead
boy under the red blanket, and closed his eyes for a moment and he
hoped it would for God sake that it would be the last time he saw such
an aberation of human actions.

Rio de Janeiro International Airport
Wednesday, July 16th
20:35 pm
42nd Day

It was almost the hour for their departure from the marvelous city and
its
kind inhabitants. All were there to say good-bye, Delegade Washington
with his family and his new found father Lincoln Pereira. Paulo Saiko
and some other detectives and police officers. The last days had been
spent with sightseeings and feasts, in the strong rythm of Samba, Forro,
Bossa Nova and all its different kinds of Brazilian music, and why not
some Elvis, Beatles and other sounds in the middle. All were there but
a tiny little boy with such sad crystal blue eyes. Skinner looked around
still hoping to see him for a last time but with no avail. The husky
female voice from the airport speaker announced the last time for the
departure to Washington DC.

"Sr. Walti, don't worry, please. I swear I will take care of Chico as
if he
was my owni childi." The delegade promised with his warm voice. "He
surely didn't want to say good-bye. Please understand, it's hard for our
people to say it."

Skinner finally turned and closed his eyes for a moment and took a last
gaze towards the doors of the airport, but he did not see a tiny blonde
boy walk through. On the other side of the passport control he saw his
three agents waiting for him.

"Thank you, Mr. Washington, for your help. I know you will take care
of him."

"Sure. And call me just Washington. Take care of the worrysome agents
of yours. I hardly can't believe, that that lanky agent of yours could
have
been bitten by a Piranha in the aquarium of my son's. My father said
that was the only thing left since the old pajé had given him a magic,
that snakes and other reptiles don't attack him. He surely forgot to
include toothy fishes." The delegade said still laughing when he
thought of the episode occured at his home. And then Agent Scully's
frown and what happened next would be burned forever in his mind.

No one saw the tiny boy crying silently hidden behind a pile near the big
windows which led the sight to the big airplanes.

The big plane was moving and turning to the start trajectory and the
little boy stood by the nearest window and followed it with his steady
gaze, his nose and hands pressed on the thick glass. But he could
make out no one through the little windows of the plane.

Skinner looked sad through his window to the airport and saw the shiny
windows aisle and the tiny frame of a little boy pressed to one of them
for an instance before the plane turned completely and took off.

He closed his eyes.

Hours after he heard the soft snoring of Agent Plumper by his side. From the
courtesy of the PD of Rio they had gained business flight seats, so it was
easy for Skinner to stand up and go to the corridor without disturbing
Plumper
in his sleep. He had quite enough hived of the traditional Caipirinha to be
disturbed anyway. It was dark in the plane but not dark enough, that he
could not have noticed the trouble some agents of his in a passionate kiss.

"I hardly think, that's a good place for this kind of behaviour, Agent
Mulder and Scully." He whispered and caught himself smiling by the
embarrassed faces, when they got startled apart, on his way through the
corridor.

When he returned he remembered something. "By the way, I think this,
well, unfortunately, this belongs to you, Agent Mulder." and tossed
him a slightly wrinkled tie in his lap.

Mulder's eyes grew wide, and he said smiling happily. "Thank you, sir.
That tie..." but kept open mouthed when Scully stood up with a start
and took the tie from him.

"Only over my corpse, Mulder. Over my corpse." She said frowning and
went to the end of the compartment. When she got back, there was no
tie in her hands anymore. Settled and with a satisfied grin she leaned
back. She glanced at Mulder. "Close your mouth. Lucky you, there are
no flies in the airplane. And stop scratching your head." She frowned.
"Snakes, aligators, spiders, reptiles, a piranha and now lice. Give
me a break, Mulder." But began to scratch her own head.

Washington DC
Friday, July 18th
10:30 am
44th Day

"Walt, what are you waiting for?" asked Maggie through the phone.

"Well, Maggie, are you sure?"

"As sure as anybody can be. And what's more important, you are sure
and really unbearable lately." She said with her smiling voice to the
man she loved.

"Ok, I'm going to try." He said, hung the phone up and dashed out of
the door. He frowned. "You again? Well, I don't have time for your crap,
I have a plane to take." And rushed out of the office, and left behind a
cigarette smoking man, who smashed his cigarette on the floor. And starred
behind the balding man.

Skinner's office
10:40 am

"Hi Kim. We're here for our meeting with Skinner." said Mulder joyable.
They had good news for him.

"Sorry, Agents. You came some minutes too late. Assistant Director
Skinner left about five minutes ago. He said something about he had
to take a plane. And left cancelling all his meetings till further
orders. It was just to late to inform you."

They looked at each other in silent question. "Do you think?" they
asked in unison then, not ending the phrase, but understanding each
other.

"You bet." And left the office. Leaving a wondering secretary behind.
She frowned, a crazy chef and mad agents, what was left?

Rio de Janeiro
20:15pm

"Sr. Walti, what a half surprise." Said the delegade smiling.

"Half surprise?" Skinner asked.

"Sure. The half surprise was, that it took so a short time for your
return. I could bet it would take at least till a month. Come in.
My wife has dinner ready." He invited the huge man.

"Is he here?" asked Skinner eagerly, and a little flushed.

"Sure, he's in his room at the end of the corridor. Feel free, my
home is your home." He said and laughed satisfied when he saw the
huge man dash through the corridor and knock hesitantly on the closed
door.

*It's open.* The little boy said and dried his wet eyes rapidly, when
he saw the door openening.

"Walti!" he shouted and pulled in the open arms, the ones he felt
the most secure in the world. "Did you come to take me with you?"
he asked shyly and lifted his head to look deeply in the dark brown
and warm eyes with his crystal blue eyes.

21:15 pm

"Well, as I said before, I was not surprised and collected some
information from the right channels. And as you are an AD from the
FBI and Chico almost eight and without any family left, and, with
our says to all as well, it won't be difficult for you to adopt him
in a short time." Washington said to Skinner seated on the couch with
the sleeping boy in his arms and continued. "Sure, it would have been
easier, if you were married, Walti."

Skinner grinned a bit. "Well, I think, that wouldn't be any longer the
case. I'm engaged since yesterday."

"Meu Deus, you're fast, Walti. OK." The delegade said chuckling.

Washington DC Airport
Saturday, July 26th
10:30 am
52nd Day

A huge balding man and a tiny blond boy came through the costumes
and the pass control.

"Walt!" called a voice sofly and the tiny little boy looked up with
his little uncertain but nevertheless happy crystal blue eyes from
his father's warm brown ones to the dark haird woman in a shy gaze.

She hugged his father and gave him a little kiss and bent down to look
in those shiny eyes and smiled warm to the shy boy. She ruffelt his
silky hair in a ternly way and gave him a kiss on his cheek and the
point of his nose, just like his mother used to give and he hugged
her tightly.

"Walt, you never said, he was so endearing." She said and stood
straight up with the tiny boy still in her arms. "And he sure needs
to eat more." Her mother instincts already shining through, by the
tiny frame she held.

They reached Skinner's apartment and Maggie fixed the already prepared
meal for lunch, meanwhile Skinner showed Chico his new home for the
moment, till he could buy a house for himself and his new family.

"Oh, Walt. I almost forgot to say. I invited Dana and Fox, for lunch,
I hope you don't mind. They said they had some news to give."

"No problem. What happened now with my trouble some agents?" he murmured
under his breath in Chico's new room.

"Something good, Papai." Said the boy with his shiny eyes. "The old
pajé's final present to his son and daughter."

Skinner remembered well the short old Indio who appeared as a ghost
in front of them and led them to his two agents the night he also
died, by taking the bullet in Scully's place.

There was a ring at the door and he went there with Chico in his arms
and opened it to Mulder and Scully.

"So, what's the good news?" he asked. "Come in. Can it be I'm going to
hear finally the bells? It's sure time. For what I saw on the plane."

"On the plane?" Maggie asked curiously and than smiled, when she saw the
newcomers blush.

"Well, yeah, I mean, ahm, but,... Scully!" Mulder pleaded.

"Well, sir. I just wanted to inform you, I've been checked by the
doctors when we came back from Brazil. Well, there's no trace from
my cancer." She said finally, still flustered, and amazed.

"Papai, didn't I say, the old pajé had a final present for his son
and daughter? He was Tecobiara, the one who takes the place of the
other." The little boy said blessed to see the hapiness in his new
family. Not still out of danger. But who was?

The End?

End of part 16
Thanks to all who wrote me and the nice feedback, YOU made me go on.
Well, I finished, I think!?? The insomniac marianne. Feedback? Surely
there's the treat left of Cancerman. I think I'll write JungleHeat II.
What do you think.
Final Note:
It's easy nowadays to ADOPT a child through the NORMAL channels here,
it's NOT necessary to BUY one from heartless dealers who just STEAL
the children and babies from caring motherarms in an unsuspected moment.
I'm just saying it, because the traffic of children has increased to SELL
them to couples abroad. It's even easy for single people, and there are
so many Chicos.