About an hour later, Scully was settled in her classroom, organizing her things for that day's class. The class passed slowly, but Scully enjoyed teaching these students. They were always so eager to learn. Scully took pride in the fact that using the knowledge she taught them every day, they would go on to be doctors and save lives.
"Alright, class, it's about that time to go," she said, noticing they had about five minutes before the end of class. "I want you all to study for that big exam coming up on Wednesday, alright?" Her voice was barely audible as the students began to pack up their stuff and push in their chairs. She said it again louder and then packed up her own things.
Scully fingered her cross necklace, thinking of Mulder and the way he had been looking at her this morning. It worried her a little, but she smiled and started walking across the room to the door. Suddenly, she felt a rough tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find one of her students standing there. He was about medium height with stringy dark hair and a rather spooky look on his pale face.
"Oh, sorry, Dr. Scully, didn't mean to scare you," he said, probably noticing her surprise.
"That's alright," she replied. "What can I help you with…um…"
"Don. Don Childers. I was just wondering if you could look over my paper before I turn it on to you on Friday," he said, handing her a stack of papers.
Scully glanced at her cell phone. Mulder would be picking her up any minute. But Don needed her help, and she could never turn down a questioning student. She took the papers from him and sat back down at her desk.
"Thanks, Dr. Scully, it really means a lot."
"No problem, I'll just read it over and give you feedback as I find it," Scully said.
"Okay. I'm going to head over to the bathroom for a minute and then I'll be right back," said Don, walking towards the exit.
Scully nodded, not really listening, as she was already absorbed in his paper. This was good writing. She looked up to tell Don that, but he wasn't in her line of vision. Scully felt her FBI Agent senses tingling, but put it off as nothing and continued reading the paper.
All of a sudden she felt herself being pulled back in her chair and a cold arm wrapped around her throat. She let out a gasp but a hand just as cold was then covering her mouth. Scully tried to reach for her gun, but Don pulled her farther back into the chair. Before she could try anything else, his face was merely centimeters away from hers. She could hear his ragged warm breaths against her ear.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you standing at that desk, looking all sexy and professional?" Don whispered. Scully managed a small scream and tried to pull away from him. But he was surprisingly strong. He pulled her off of the chair and she fell to the floor. Again, she tried to get up and find that damn gun. She made it onto her knees and was able to grab the chair she had just been sitting on and smash it into Don's stomach. He grunted and doubled over in pain.
Scully was finally able to stand up and began to run towards the exit. She heard Don's footsteps behind her, so she ran faster. But he was too fast for her. Suddenly, she was tackled onto the ground. Her chin hit the floor, hard, and she felt a dull stinging on her lip and blood filled her mouth. Don was on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground. Scully then used her final and last resort and screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her.