1.1 Disclaimer- see chapter 1
2 Chapter 2 – Mistakes
2.1
2.2 Scully's Apartment, 6:55am
Mulder tapped gently three times on Scully's door, to let her know that he was there.
"Who is it?" came the reply.
"It's me. You ready to roll?"
"Yeah, come on in Mulder. I'm just getting my stuff together. The door's unlocked."
He opened the door and spotted Scully emerging from the bathroom. He suddenly stopped and whistled loudly in surprise. "Wow Scully, is it me or have you put on a couple a hundred pounds overnight?!"
Scully looked down at her belly (which, she had to admit, was looking rather large), smiled and flung the bag she was holding at Mulder's stomach. He caught it roughly and winced in feigned pain. "Well," he said, recovering, "I knew women were prone to mood swings, but this is-
Before he finished the sentence Scully grabbed a cushion from the sofa, intending to whack him with it, but Mulder raised his hands in surrender and they both began to laugh. She replaced the cushion and picked up keys up off the kitchen table. Opening the door, she let Mulder walk through and locked it behind her.
As they walked together through the dimly lit corridor, they discussed the case that AD Skinner had recently assigned them. A 45-year-old man had reported his wife missing 2 weeks ago. The only thing he remembered seeing was a woman, riding away into the night sky upon (what appeared to be) a horse. Mulder believed this to be a Valkyrie, a dark angel of death and sinister spirit of slaughter belonging to Norse mythology, who, with her companions, rode over battlefields and through stormclouds upon their winged steeds, like birds of prey. Scully, as always, had her doubts about Mulder's view of events, but so far she had been unable to disprove his elaborate theory and so tried to listen carefully to what he was saying about these Valkyries. They were still discussing it as they clambered into Mulder's car.
"Mulder, why does it have to be a Valkyrie? I mean, for once in your life can't you just look at the rational side of things, just for the sake of argument?"
"Scully, how many times have we had this conversation?" he said, turning the keys in the ignition. "If I did that I would be lying to you and to myself. Don't forget your seatbelt," he commented, noticing Scully's stomach. "Besides, this man, Mr Jackson, knows what he saw Scully. Why would he lie?"
"Because he wants to cover up what he's done, Mulder. Have you stopped to think yet that this man may have actually killed his wife and he's just making this story up to protect himself? I checked his medical records and he does have a long mental history. Or maybe he was hallucinating. It was late at night and he was worried about his wife. The rational-
"Oh, there's that word again! Scully, why is this so hard to believe after all that we've seen?" He stopped at some traffic lights.
"Because, Mulder, if I did, then I would be lying to myself and to you."
Mulder glanced across at her and they looked at each other. After a long silence in which a thousand silent messages flew between them, they both smiled. Mulder pulled out of traffic lights as Scully continued to smile at him. Suddenly his eyes widened and he pushed himself back in his seat. She frowned. "Mulder, wha-
"Scully, hold on!' he yelled.
Before she could react, Scully heard a screech of tyres and saw a red blur hurtling towards them. It hit Mulder's car with unimaginable force and Scully screamed as the car began to flip over. She felt Mulder's arms over her as she covered her head with her hands, protecting her. The windscreen and Mulder's window smashed, showering them with tiny shards of glass. "Mulder!" Scully screamed as the car continued to roll. There was a loud bang and the car landed upright but continued to spin on the road. They were heading towards a wall a full speed and she grabbed Mulder's hand, terrified. Closer, closer. She shut her eyes and prepared herself for the impact. The last thing she remembered was hearing Mulder yell her name. Then the world went black.
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Mulder opened his eyes as the dust began to settle around them. His head hurt and he felt the warm trickle of blood down his leg. He went to put his hands to his face when he realized he was holding Scully's. He slowly turned to look at her.
"Scully?" he whispered. "Scully? Are you ok?" No reply. "Scully? Scully!" Mulder's calls to her became more and more frantic. He put his other hand to her neck to feel for a pulse. "Thank God," he said as he felt a beat beneath his fingers. She was just unconscious. He kept a hold of her hand; he wasn't going to let go. He wasn't going to lose her. "Scully, can you hear me? Damit, she needs to get to a hospital." Slowly, he began to take in the world around him and realized that people were screaming and shouting. A young woman, around Scully's height, ran up to the car.
"You ok?"
"No, we need to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Call 911. Please, this woman's pregnant and we need to get her checked out." Mulder's head was pounding but he tried to block out the pain and concentrate on Scully. "Scully? Scully can you hear me? We're gonna get you to the hospital. Just hold on." He gripped her hand tightly and kept talking to her as the minutes passed. After a while, as he heard the unmistakable sound of sirens in the background, Scully began to stir. She slowly moved her head and groaned under her breath.
"Mulder?"
"I'm here Scully. Don't worry, the ambulance is here."
"Mulder, what happened?"
"I don't know, I can't really remember much. Don't worry about that now. We just got to concentrate on getting you to the hospital."
Suddenly, Scully jerked in her seat. "Mulder, my baby! Is my baby alright? Oh God!" she cried. "Mulder-
"Listen, you'll be ok." He leant over and put his hand on her face reassuringly, continuing to grip her hand with the other. Suddenly, the pain in his head hit him all at once and he bent forward in agony.
"Mulder? What's wrong? Let me see."
"It's my head. I must of hit it. Oh God, it hurts." He turned to Scully so that she could look at him. She gently put her hands to his head and turned it round.
"Oh God. Mulder, keep still and try not to touch your head."
"What is it?" he said, shakily.
"You have a piece of glass in your head. It's not large, but you should leave it alone until we get to the hospital."
Mulder leant back in his seat and groaned. He trusted Scully, but he didn't really want to sit there with a piece of glass in his head. They sat there together in silence for a while, reflecting on what had just happened. He heard Scully sigh next to him and her grip on his hand loosened. Turning to look at her, her eyes had closed. "Scully?" A paramedic ran up to what was left of the window and yelled through to Mulder.
"Ok, stay calm. We're going to get you out of there. Is she ok?" he said, pointing to Scully.
"I don't know, she just lost consciousness again. She's 5 months pregnant."
"Right, ok. How are you? I can see you have some glass in your head."
"Yeah, and my leg is bleeding. Please, is she going to be ok?" Mulder said, his eyes beginning to well up, something that didn't happen to him very often.
"What's her name?"
"Dana Scully."
"And yours sir?"
"Um, Mulder, F-Fox Mulder," he said, staring at the limp form of his partner. He pushed a bloodstained strand of auburn hair away from her delicate face and frowned at the look of peace that she displayed. She looked like an angel, a peaceful angel. Why did this have to happen to her, he thought. She doesn't deserve this. She's been through so much. If anything happens to her I'll never forgive myself. It's all my fault. I'm not going to let it end like this.
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AN: cheers for the reviews guys! I think my friends thought I'd gone mad (no change there then!) when I screamed "I'VE GOT A REVIEW!!!!" but it's a really great feeling to know someone has read and actually likes your story! Thanks again! (especially to Haz and Lils who hate X-Files, but reviewed it anyway!)
2 Chapter 2 – Mistakes
2.1
2.2 Scully's Apartment, 6:55am
Mulder tapped gently three times on Scully's door, to let her know that he was there.
"Who is it?" came the reply.
"It's me. You ready to roll?"
"Yeah, come on in Mulder. I'm just getting my stuff together. The door's unlocked."
He opened the door and spotted Scully emerging from the bathroom. He suddenly stopped and whistled loudly in surprise. "Wow Scully, is it me or have you put on a couple a hundred pounds overnight?!"
Scully looked down at her belly (which, she had to admit, was looking rather large), smiled and flung the bag she was holding at Mulder's stomach. He caught it roughly and winced in feigned pain. "Well," he said, recovering, "I knew women were prone to mood swings, but this is-
Before he finished the sentence Scully grabbed a cushion from the sofa, intending to whack him with it, but Mulder raised his hands in surrender and they both began to laugh. She replaced the cushion and picked up keys up off the kitchen table. Opening the door, she let Mulder walk through and locked it behind her.
As they walked together through the dimly lit corridor, they discussed the case that AD Skinner had recently assigned them. A 45-year-old man had reported his wife missing 2 weeks ago. The only thing he remembered seeing was a woman, riding away into the night sky upon (what appeared to be) a horse. Mulder believed this to be a Valkyrie, a dark angel of death and sinister spirit of slaughter belonging to Norse mythology, who, with her companions, rode over battlefields and through stormclouds upon their winged steeds, like birds of prey. Scully, as always, had her doubts about Mulder's view of events, but so far she had been unable to disprove his elaborate theory and so tried to listen carefully to what he was saying about these Valkyries. They were still discussing it as they clambered into Mulder's car.
"Mulder, why does it have to be a Valkyrie? I mean, for once in your life can't you just look at the rational side of things, just for the sake of argument?"
"Scully, how many times have we had this conversation?" he said, turning the keys in the ignition. "If I did that I would be lying to you and to myself. Don't forget your seatbelt," he commented, noticing Scully's stomach. "Besides, this man, Mr Jackson, knows what he saw Scully. Why would he lie?"
"Because he wants to cover up what he's done, Mulder. Have you stopped to think yet that this man may have actually killed his wife and he's just making this story up to protect himself? I checked his medical records and he does have a long mental history. Or maybe he was hallucinating. It was late at night and he was worried about his wife. The rational-
"Oh, there's that word again! Scully, why is this so hard to believe after all that we've seen?" He stopped at some traffic lights.
"Because, Mulder, if I did, then I would be lying to myself and to you."
Mulder glanced across at her and they looked at each other. After a long silence in which a thousand silent messages flew between them, they both smiled. Mulder pulled out of traffic lights as Scully continued to smile at him. Suddenly his eyes widened and he pushed himself back in his seat. She frowned. "Mulder, wha-
"Scully, hold on!' he yelled.
Before she could react, Scully heard a screech of tyres and saw a red blur hurtling towards them. It hit Mulder's car with unimaginable force and Scully screamed as the car began to flip over. She felt Mulder's arms over her as she covered her head with her hands, protecting her. The windscreen and Mulder's window smashed, showering them with tiny shards of glass. "Mulder!" Scully screamed as the car continued to roll. There was a loud bang and the car landed upright but continued to spin on the road. They were heading towards a wall a full speed and she grabbed Mulder's hand, terrified. Closer, closer. She shut her eyes and prepared herself for the impact. The last thing she remembered was hearing Mulder yell her name. Then the world went black.
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Mulder opened his eyes as the dust began to settle around them. His head hurt and he felt the warm trickle of blood down his leg. He went to put his hands to his face when he realized he was holding Scully's. He slowly turned to look at her.
"Scully?" he whispered. "Scully? Are you ok?" No reply. "Scully? Scully!" Mulder's calls to her became more and more frantic. He put his other hand to her neck to feel for a pulse. "Thank God," he said as he felt a beat beneath his fingers. She was just unconscious. He kept a hold of her hand; he wasn't going to let go. He wasn't going to lose her. "Scully, can you hear me? Damit, she needs to get to a hospital." Slowly, he began to take in the world around him and realized that people were screaming and shouting. A young woman, around Scully's height, ran up to the car.
"You ok?"
"No, we need to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Call 911. Please, this woman's pregnant and we need to get her checked out." Mulder's head was pounding but he tried to block out the pain and concentrate on Scully. "Scully? Scully can you hear me? We're gonna get you to the hospital. Just hold on." He gripped her hand tightly and kept talking to her as the minutes passed. After a while, as he heard the unmistakable sound of sirens in the background, Scully began to stir. She slowly moved her head and groaned under her breath.
"Mulder?"
"I'm here Scully. Don't worry, the ambulance is here."
"Mulder, what happened?"
"I don't know, I can't really remember much. Don't worry about that now. We just got to concentrate on getting you to the hospital."
Suddenly, Scully jerked in her seat. "Mulder, my baby! Is my baby alright? Oh God!" she cried. "Mulder-
"Listen, you'll be ok." He leant over and put his hand on her face reassuringly, continuing to grip her hand with the other. Suddenly, the pain in his head hit him all at once and he bent forward in agony.
"Mulder? What's wrong? Let me see."
"It's my head. I must of hit it. Oh God, it hurts." He turned to Scully so that she could look at him. She gently put her hands to his head and turned it round.
"Oh God. Mulder, keep still and try not to touch your head."
"What is it?" he said, shakily.
"You have a piece of glass in your head. It's not large, but you should leave it alone until we get to the hospital."
Mulder leant back in his seat and groaned. He trusted Scully, but he didn't really want to sit there with a piece of glass in his head. They sat there together in silence for a while, reflecting on what had just happened. He heard Scully sigh next to him and her grip on his hand loosened. Turning to look at her, her eyes had closed. "Scully?" A paramedic ran up to what was left of the window and yelled through to Mulder.
"Ok, stay calm. We're going to get you out of there. Is she ok?" he said, pointing to Scully.
"I don't know, she just lost consciousness again. She's 5 months pregnant."
"Right, ok. How are you? I can see you have some glass in your head."
"Yeah, and my leg is bleeding. Please, is she going to be ok?" Mulder said, his eyes beginning to well up, something that didn't happen to him very often.
"What's her name?"
"Dana Scully."
"And yours sir?"
"Um, Mulder, F-Fox Mulder," he said, staring at the limp form of his partner. He pushed a bloodstained strand of auburn hair away from her delicate face and frowned at the look of peace that she displayed. She looked like an angel, a peaceful angel. Why did this have to happen to her, he thought. She doesn't deserve this. She's been through so much. If anything happens to her I'll never forgive myself. It's all my fault. I'm not going to let it end like this.
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AN: cheers for the reviews guys! I think my friends thought I'd gone mad (no change there then!) when I screamed "I'VE GOT A REVIEW!!!!" but it's a really great feeling to know someone has read and actually likes your story! Thanks again! (especially to Haz and Lils who hate X-Files, but reviewed it anyway!)