Title: The Fallen
Author: JaneDoh
Disclaimer: Does anything even need to be said here? I mean, duh, it is FANfiction.
Dedication: Maybe I just need a general dedication to Nuri…she always has the good ideas.
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'Oh my God, Scully,' Mulder uttered as he scrambled towards her, 'just hang on.'
'I can hardly breathe,' she murmured, the heavy desk crushed against her ribcage. It looked like an earthquake of magnitude seven on the Richter scale had torn through the basement with paper, furniture and files scattered around them. Mulder grabbed the nearest chair and lifted it with one arm, tossing it behind him to add to the chaos. He could see her wincing, obviously in pain but doing her best to put on a brave front. There was a thin line of red emerging from her scalp where the corner of the chair had cut her. He reached where she was lying and hastily cleared the debris that had fallen beside her head. He pulled at the desk until Scully was able to extricate herself from beneath it before gallantly offering his hand to help her get up. She accepted, and got to her feet slowly then took a tentative breath, before dropping his grip to absently smooth her hands over her blouse.
Mulder stared at the destruction around them. 'That was really close,' he mused.
'Hmm,' Scully replied in a non-committed tone, rubbing at the bruise emerging on her forearm.
'One more chair and I think we would just about have reached the roof.'
Scully peered at him critically out of the corner of her eye. 'I'm still failing to see how building towers out of furniture is good for your health.'
END.