Title: The Game
Author: Rainey
E-mail: TheSpanil@aol.com
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pusher
Summary: An extremely short "Pusher" story
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, and shall forevermore.
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The Game
By Rainey


It was the longest few minutes on record. The tension in the air was so thick you could eat it with a spoon.

Nerves taut. Eyes shifting. Hearts pounding. Jaws clenching.

"Do it, Mulder!" Modell taunted; focused, pushing. "You know you want to. Just do it!"

"Listen to me, Mulder," Scully implored, speaking in firm, deliberate tones. "You don't have to do this. You are in control."

Mulder sat staring, his eyes glazed, his face bathed in sweat, his damp hair falling onto his forehead. Scully's face blurred before him.
Have to think. Concentrate. Can't make a mistake.

Seconds passed. The clock ticked.

"Do, it Mulder!" Modell gritted, a shrill edge of madness in his voice. "Come on, do it now!"

"No!" Scully cried. "Mulder, don't!"

Slowly, Mulder raised his hand. His fingers curled around the black knight, he pushed the piece into position on the board.

"Checkmate," he said.


End.
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Fooled ya, didn't I!
Funny, I don't even remember how to play chess
Rainey
TheSpanil@aol.com