Disclamer - Unfortunately, I do not own, nor did I invent the wonderful
characters that are Mulder and Scully, nor did I invent the x files. I am
simply using them for my enjoyment and hopefully yours!!!
Timeframe - Set before any babies, kisses, abductions of Mulder, Dogett's Reyes' and before CSM and the Lone gunmen got killed off!
Title - Hold no fear
Summary - Mulder and Scully become trapped in Mulder's apartment by an assailant they cannot see. The only way out? Stay calm.
If you get chance please review! I thrive on feedback and any you can give is a motivation beyond belief!
ENJOY!
Chapter 1.
Mulder and Scully hurried through the revolving door of the Federal building, down the steps and across the street to the park. "Where'd he go?" asked Mulder, a little out of breath. "Who Mulder? I saw no man in the lobby" She put her hands on her hips, a sign that she was becoming impatient. "I saw him Scully, there was a man.... I.... it was him Scully! I know what I saw, and I saw him" She shook her head and scanned the park for any signs the man Mulder claimed to have seen. "Mulder," She said with a sigh more of sympathy than defeat "You have to stop this charade, the smoking man is dead, we saw it with our own eyes. You shot him for God sakes Mulder! Mulder?" But he didn't seem to be listening; he was staring down at something on the sidewalk. Scully looked in the direction of Mulder's gaze. Lying on the floor was an empty packed of Morley's. "Mulder!" said Scully impatiently. "What." he said raising his hands in front of his body "I never said a word." "That doesn't mean anything Mulder, plenty of people smoke that brand of cigarettes. Let it go Mulder, he's dead we saw it." "Yeah well I saw him in the lobby," Mulder mumbled to himself. Scully took his hands and looked up at him. "Please just let it go Mulder," she said softly "you'll drive yourself crazy if you don't." Mulder looked up back at her. Her deep blue eyes were pools of sympathy. They stood silently together as workmen started hammering at the building across the road from the park.
Mulder awoke with a start. He mumbled sleepily to himself and then settled back down on his pillow falling back into the hazy cloud of sleep. He awoke again realising that the workmen's hammering was actually someone knocking loudly and impatiently on his door. He heaved himself out of bed and shifted his gaze to the blinking red digits of his alarm clock, knowing there was only one person who would be pounding on his door at 3:56am. He wandered sluggishly through his apartment rubbing his eyes and yawning and unlatched the chain on his door, pulled back the lock and swung the door open. "Isn't this my job?" He slurred sleepily. Scully stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, with an impatient frown on her face. Her normally perfect red hair was tousled and her white top and black jeans were creased. She sported her familiar black jacket and with her hands on her hips, Mulder could she her gun holster strapped securely to her body underneath it. It was an unusual site. He had rarely seen Scully look less than professional. "I've been knocking on your door for fifteen minutes Mulder, what the hell were you doing!" "Sleeping. You see Scully most normal people are usually asleep at four in the morning." "Firstly," she scowled "You, are not normal, and secondly, usually when you call someone in the middle of the night, asking them to come to your apartment as soon as possible, you expect them to be there to answer the door!" Her voice was raised and she was suddenly very aware of the time. She looked at him and through the surprise she saw in his eyes, she saw that he was hurt. He had always been very good at hiding his feelings but Scully had become used to this and could usually tell what he felt, and knew that her comment had hurt him. Her arms dropped by her sides, and she exhaled and shook her head "I'm sorry Mulder," she said in a softer tone "I didn't mean that, but I was getting worried. You called me and asked me to come round, then when I get here you don't answer. What was I supposed to think? I ..." "What did you say?" He said his eyes wide. "Excuse me?" She said frowning "Mulder? Mulder, you okay?" But Mulder wasn't listening, he poked his head out of the door and looked both ways down the corridor. Scully watched him, puzzled "Mulder what is going on he-" Mulder grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the apartment before she could finish her sentence, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Mulder!" She exclaimed "I didn't call you Scully," said Mulder turning to look at her "I've been asleep since eleven." Scully shook her head "That's impossible, I ..." "Scully! I did not call you." He interrupted putting his hands on her shoulders. She stared at him, speechless.
Timeframe - Set before any babies, kisses, abductions of Mulder, Dogett's Reyes' and before CSM and the Lone gunmen got killed off!
Title - Hold no fear
Summary - Mulder and Scully become trapped in Mulder's apartment by an assailant they cannot see. The only way out? Stay calm.
If you get chance please review! I thrive on feedback and any you can give is a motivation beyond belief!
ENJOY!
Chapter 1.
Mulder and Scully hurried through the revolving door of the Federal building, down the steps and across the street to the park. "Where'd he go?" asked Mulder, a little out of breath. "Who Mulder? I saw no man in the lobby" She put her hands on her hips, a sign that she was becoming impatient. "I saw him Scully, there was a man.... I.... it was him Scully! I know what I saw, and I saw him" She shook her head and scanned the park for any signs the man Mulder claimed to have seen. "Mulder," She said with a sigh more of sympathy than defeat "You have to stop this charade, the smoking man is dead, we saw it with our own eyes. You shot him for God sakes Mulder! Mulder?" But he didn't seem to be listening; he was staring down at something on the sidewalk. Scully looked in the direction of Mulder's gaze. Lying on the floor was an empty packed of Morley's. "Mulder!" said Scully impatiently. "What." he said raising his hands in front of his body "I never said a word." "That doesn't mean anything Mulder, plenty of people smoke that brand of cigarettes. Let it go Mulder, he's dead we saw it." "Yeah well I saw him in the lobby," Mulder mumbled to himself. Scully took his hands and looked up at him. "Please just let it go Mulder," she said softly "you'll drive yourself crazy if you don't." Mulder looked up back at her. Her deep blue eyes were pools of sympathy. They stood silently together as workmen started hammering at the building across the road from the park.
Mulder awoke with a start. He mumbled sleepily to himself and then settled back down on his pillow falling back into the hazy cloud of sleep. He awoke again realising that the workmen's hammering was actually someone knocking loudly and impatiently on his door. He heaved himself out of bed and shifted his gaze to the blinking red digits of his alarm clock, knowing there was only one person who would be pounding on his door at 3:56am. He wandered sluggishly through his apartment rubbing his eyes and yawning and unlatched the chain on his door, pulled back the lock and swung the door open. "Isn't this my job?" He slurred sleepily. Scully stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, with an impatient frown on her face. Her normally perfect red hair was tousled and her white top and black jeans were creased. She sported her familiar black jacket and with her hands on her hips, Mulder could she her gun holster strapped securely to her body underneath it. It was an unusual site. He had rarely seen Scully look less than professional. "I've been knocking on your door for fifteen minutes Mulder, what the hell were you doing!" "Sleeping. You see Scully most normal people are usually asleep at four in the morning." "Firstly," she scowled "You, are not normal, and secondly, usually when you call someone in the middle of the night, asking them to come to your apartment as soon as possible, you expect them to be there to answer the door!" Her voice was raised and she was suddenly very aware of the time. She looked at him and through the surprise she saw in his eyes, she saw that he was hurt. He had always been very good at hiding his feelings but Scully had become used to this and could usually tell what he felt, and knew that her comment had hurt him. Her arms dropped by her sides, and she exhaled and shook her head "I'm sorry Mulder," she said in a softer tone "I didn't mean that, but I was getting worried. You called me and asked me to come round, then when I get here you don't answer. What was I supposed to think? I ..." "What did you say?" He said his eyes wide. "Excuse me?" She said frowning "Mulder? Mulder, you okay?" But Mulder wasn't listening, he poked his head out of the door and looked both ways down the corridor. Scully watched him, puzzled "Mulder what is going on he-" Mulder grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the apartment before she could finish her sentence, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Mulder!" She exclaimed "I didn't call you Scully," said Mulder turning to look at her "I've been asleep since eleven." Scully shook her head "That's impossible, I ..." "Scully! I did not call you." He interrupted putting his hands on her shoulders. She stared at him, speechless.