Disclaimers: I don't own anything involved with TXF, but I wish I did :)
Spoilers : uhhhhhhh, not that I know of
A/N: This is the 3rd part of a fic i'm writing. (my first and probably last) I'll continue if there is enough positive feedback, but flames are welcome also.
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1:00am
May 17th
Georgetown, MD
"Scully?!" Mulder's concerned voice sounded hoarse, as if it hadn't been used in a long time. "Are you okay?" She fumbled with the lock and opened the door. "Mulder...?" she whispered. Her former partner stood drenched from the storm in the doorway. He had lost weight and there were dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep, but it was unmistakalbly Fox Mulder. He embraced her briefly, soaking the front of her thin sleepshirt with rainwater. "Mulder, you're freezing....We've got to get you warm." He broke away from the embrace and grabbed her shoulders, she looked into his haunted eyes. "Scully....I know about William and what you had to do....They're after you now, and they'll kill you to get to him. Get dressed, and pack a change of clothes. We have to leave."
4:05am
May 17th
Petersburg, VA
The Ford Taurus pulled into the parking lot of a seedy motel that had a tacky, glowing sign reading "Vacancy".
Mulder took the keys out of the ignition and glanced at Scully. "We both need some rest...It's almost dawn, and it's not safe to travel by day. Is this alright with you?" She nodded, even though she knew that it would be impossible to try to sleep.
The dark lobby was empty except for a sleepy looking old attendent behind the reception desk. As Mulder signed
in for a room, the attendent winked and grinned wickedly at Scully, revealing yellow teeth. She turned the other way in distaste, slightly embarrassed at what that man must be thinking at the two of them checking into a motel in the middle of the night. He handed Mulder the room key saying "I hope you enjoy your stay at the Host Inn" in a greasy voice.
It was gloomy and cramped inside the hotel room. Two double beds lined one of the thin walls, seperated by a nightstand upon which stood a telephone. There were several ocean-themed pictures hung on the peeling wallpaper. In the corner, a door led to the tiny bathroom. To Scully, it looked like the dozens of otherseedy motels she had stayed in over the years.She sat her small suitcase down on one of the beds. Mulder removed his heavy raincoat and collapsed onto the other, wincing as his back touched the mattress. She had noticed this wince several times already, whenever pressure was applied to his back. He had sat straight up in the car when they were driving here, not relaxing into the seat. At the time she thought it was nerves, now she was worried.
"Mulder, what's wrong with your back?" he looked at her, trying to hide his surprise at her noticing. "Nothing...I-uh... must have pulled a muscle or something, it's nothing." "No." Scully said gently. "I want to see it." She got off her bed and sat down on the floor next to him. "Roll over." Mulder sighed and did so. When she trid to lift his shirt,it stuck to his back. Slowly she peeled back the sticky cotton, soaked with blood. Mulder grimaced as the material was torn from his flesh. Upon his back were a dozen open wounds, and a bullet was lodged near his shoulder blade. Scully gasped "How did this happen? Why didn't you tell me? these wounds could get infected!" "I took the chances Scully, of coming out, I had to get to you, to warn you, to see you. It was worth it. You're safe now..." She took his hand and tried to keep her voice from breaking. "I missed you....I'm going to clean these, okay?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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Spoilers : uhhhhhhh, not that I know of
A/N: This is the 3rd part of a fic i'm writing. (my first and probably last) I'll continue if there is enough positive feedback, but flames are welcome also.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
1:00am
May 17th
Georgetown, MD
"Scully?!" Mulder's concerned voice sounded hoarse, as if it hadn't been used in a long time. "Are you okay?" She fumbled with the lock and opened the door. "Mulder...?" she whispered. Her former partner stood drenched from the storm in the doorway. He had lost weight and there were dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep, but it was unmistakalbly Fox Mulder. He embraced her briefly, soaking the front of her thin sleepshirt with rainwater. "Mulder, you're freezing....We've got to get you warm." He broke away from the embrace and grabbed her shoulders, she looked into his haunted eyes. "Scully....I know about William and what you had to do....They're after you now, and they'll kill you to get to him. Get dressed, and pack a change of clothes. We have to leave."
4:05am
May 17th
Petersburg, VA
The Ford Taurus pulled into the parking lot of a seedy motel that had a tacky, glowing sign reading "Vacancy".
Mulder took the keys out of the ignition and glanced at Scully. "We both need some rest...It's almost dawn, and it's not safe to travel by day. Is this alright with you?" She nodded, even though she knew that it would be impossible to try to sleep.
The dark lobby was empty except for a sleepy looking old attendent behind the reception desk. As Mulder signed
in for a room, the attendent winked and grinned wickedly at Scully, revealing yellow teeth. She turned the other way in distaste, slightly embarrassed at what that man must be thinking at the two of them checking into a motel in the middle of the night. He handed Mulder the room key saying "I hope you enjoy your stay at the Host Inn" in a greasy voice.
It was gloomy and cramped inside the hotel room. Two double beds lined one of the thin walls, seperated by a nightstand upon which stood a telephone. There were several ocean-themed pictures hung on the peeling wallpaper. In the corner, a door led to the tiny bathroom. To Scully, it looked like the dozens of otherseedy motels she had stayed in over the years.She sat her small suitcase down on one of the beds. Mulder removed his heavy raincoat and collapsed onto the other, wincing as his back touched the mattress. She had noticed this wince several times already, whenever pressure was applied to his back. He had sat straight up in the car when they were driving here, not relaxing into the seat. At the time she thought it was nerves, now she was worried.
"Mulder, what's wrong with your back?" he looked at her, trying to hide his surprise at her noticing. "Nothing...I-uh... must have pulled a muscle or something, it's nothing." "No." Scully said gently. "I want to see it." She got off her bed and sat down on the floor next to him. "Roll over." Mulder sighed and did so. When she trid to lift his shirt,it stuck to his back. Slowly she peeled back the sticky cotton, soaked with blood. Mulder grimaced as the material was torn from his flesh. Upon his back were a dozen open wounds, and a bullet was lodged near his shoulder blade. Scully gasped "How did this happen? Why didn't you tell me? these wounds could get infected!" "I took the chances Scully, of coming out, I had to get to you, to warn you, to see you. It was worth it. You're safe now..." She took his hand and tried to keep her voice from breaking. "I missed you....I'm going to clean these, okay?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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