Mulder opened his eyes slowly and saw the world coming into view slowly and painfully. The pain hit him like a whack in the face and he groaned as his head throbbed and his shoulder ached. His vision swayed and he felt cold and vunerable. Where the hell was he?

'Scully?' He called out weakly, hoping that she was around. But she wasn't. Mulder tried to look around and work out where he was but the room or wherever he was was so dark. He heard footsteps and he tried to move against the wall further to hide himself. He felt his heart pounding in his chest desperately.

'You're awake. I was wondering when you would come around.'

Mulder felt panic and shock tighten in his chest. There he was. It was himself staring right back at him. Mulder felt a chill run through his body as he tried to think that he was imagining this. He closed his eyes then opened them again but he was still there. How was this possible? Mulder suddenly rememberd everything that had happened that night. He sighed heavily and his thoughts turned to Scully.

'Where's Scully, did you hurt her?' He asked, tears rising in his throat. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something had happened.

'Oh she's fine. It's not her that I want. It's you, or… me… if you want to be specific about things.' The clone said casually. Mulder swallowed hard.

'How… how are you…'

'Your clone?' The clone butted in, and Mulder nodded. 'Long story. To be honest Mulder, I only came into this earth a few days ago and I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm supposed to be or do here. I woke up looking like this and escaped wherever I was… made I guess.' He said. Mulder frowned as he saw a glint of sadness and vulnerabilty in his eyes. Mulder felt a pang of concern and he felt sorry for him for a moment.

'Who made you.' Mulder said weakly and felt his arm going numb. He felt a salty taste in his mouth and wondered how much blood he'd lost. 'Listen to me, I need a hospital.' He said suddenly.

The clone raised an eyebrow questioningly. He was torn between what was right to do and what was wrong. But no, he needed to find out the information.

'Not until you tell me everything about who I am.' The clone said in an angry tone and Mulder sighed heavily and nervously.

'Ok, Ok.' He said, feeling weaker by the second. 'What do you want to know?'
'Tell me everything about us, about Mulder's life. I want to know who I am.'

'But, but you're not me. I'm Mulder.' Mulder said in slight panic. What was he getting at?

'No!' He shouted, and Mulder felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the silver shine of the knife come towards him threateningly. 'NO I HAVE A RIGHT!' He shouted and Mulder frowned in confusion.

'Ok! Ok!' He exclaimed and there was a moment while the two of them stared at each other with rage and then finally, the cloned Mulder dropped the knife. 'What do you want to know.' Mulder said weakly, and got ready to explain things as quickly as he could without getting killed.

Police Headquarters 10am

Scully burst through the doors and walked straight up to Officer Spence. He looked at her with surprise at her fast pace.

'Oh er… good morning Agent Scully.' He said and Scully didn't smile.

'You called me telling me there was more news?' She asked.

'Erm… yes. Where's Agent Mulder?' He asked, the question Scully had been praying that he wouldn't but it was inevitable that he would. Scully sighed and felt tears rise in her throat with worry. She lowered her head.

'I… I don't know.' She said awkwardly and Officer Spence frowned in concern.

'Is he all right?' He asked. Scully shrugged.

'Well is it something to do with the case?' He asked. Scully bit her lower lip.

'I don't know. I just don't know.' She said in a painful voice and sighed heavily. Officer Spence stood with her awkwardly.

'Well, we can set out a search for him if you'd like.'

'No I…' Scully started, but then realised that it couldn't hurt. 'OK, thanks. I have my people on it as well but some helping hands can't hurt.' She said and nodded, feeling a bit more reassured herself. 'Thank you.' She said gratefully and he nodded.

'That's ok. Well, back to the case now I'm afraid.' He said gently and Scully nodded.

'Ok.'

'Well, their pressing charges on Mr Nixon and… he's accepting them.' Office Spence said and Scully looked up at him in shock.

'What?' She exclaimed.

'Yes, he's saying that he did everything.'

'But, but it's obvious that he didn't! He didn't do it!' She exclaimed angrily and Officer Spence sighed.

'I'm sorry Agent Scully, but it's not looking that way.' He said and Scully shook her head.

'Where is he, I need to talk to him.' She said and Officer Spence looked a bit lost.

'I…erm.. he's talking to the…' He said but Scully jumped in.

'I need to see him NOW.' She said fiercely and Officer Spence got the message. He nodded and led her to his cell.

Mr Nixon's Cell, 10.20am

The huge metal doors swung open with a bang and Scully heard a wolf whistle to her left. She ignored it but it sent an angry chill down her spine. It was these moments when she felt safe with a partner on the job. She swallowed her sadness and walked into Mr Nixon's cell and saw him sitting in the corner in the dark.

'Mr Nixon?' She asked as the guard walked down the hall behind her. He slowly raised his head and she saw the sadness in his eyes. It killed her.

'What are you doing here. I've admitted to everything.' He said quietly. Scully sighed.

'Sir, I don't believe you did it.' She said.

'Why not, I'm the only suspect arent I?' He said, and Scully could detect some bitterness in his voice. 'I might as well accept the charges and get this over with.'

'Sir, please. Mulder and I believe that there's something you're not telling us.' She said and waked towards him.

'Like what? A ghost killed my daughter? A.. an alien?' He said and then laughed to himself. Scully shook her head and she could tell something wasn't right.

'Sir, please just tell us what you know. Mulder and I… we investigate cases like this all the time.'

'Mulder. Mulder, where is this Mulder today? If you really believed me, both of you then I think you two would be here together surely?' He asked, and Scully decided to leave it at that. She didn't answer the question.

'Just tell me what you know.' She repeated again, her heart beating fast in her chest as her thoughts turned to Mulder.

'I killed her. End of story.' He said in a small voice, and Scully could detect sadness in his eyes again. She sighed heavily.

'Sir. Last night Mulder and I went to your house alone. Mulder went up into the attic and… and something happened.' She said, waiting for a reaction from him but none happened. Scully ran a hand through her red hair. 'Mulder was in the attic and all the lights in the house went off. All the electricity. Then, the attic door slammed shut. It couldn't have been the breeze. Mulder was sure that a very cold breeze went past him while this happened, a thick cold breeze…'

'STOP STOP!' Mr Nixon cried out and Scully stepped back in shock. He was looking at her desperately and holding out his arms. 'Please! Please don't!' He exclaimed and Scully saw him burst into tears.

'Sir?' She asked in shock and concern.

'That… that's it. Oh my god, I can't believe you experienced it. Oh god…' He said miserably and Scully tried to calm him.

'Please Sir, it's all right. Please just explain to me what's going on.'

'That's what killed my daughter.' He said in a small voice. 'I don't know what it is. It's something… supernatural. Oh god, you… you can't see it, you can only feel it's presence. I'm telling you, your partner is lucky he's still alive..' He said desperately and Scully felt the words hit her like a ton of bricks. She swallowed nervously and tears stung her eyes. 'It chooses people and then takes them out of this world. But it can paralyse everything around it, make people not notice its there.' He cried sadly, and Scully nodded.

'Do… do you know what it is?' She asked.

'I… I can't explain it. I can't.' He said weakly. Scully nodded and sighed heavily.

'Why didn't you tell us this before?'

'Oh you really think that you would have believed me before?' He said sadly between sobs. Scully sighed.

'Agent Mulder would have.' She said in a small voice and nearly cried herself as she thought of Mulder's beliefs. Her heart was going into overdrive now. What if Mulder had been taken from her by this thing?

'Sir… please. Do you… do you know if this thing, when it chooses people, if it doesn't suceed the first time, does it continue to pursue it's target until its killed?' She asked, her eyes glistening with terrified tears. Mr Nixon looked up at her in surprise and confusion.

'Yes.' He said in a whisper. Scully felt faint. 'It searches until it finds it's target and then it kills it.' He said desperately, and Scully started backing out of the cell. She was starting to feel very nervous. 'My daughter had been telling me about cold breezes, and I had just…' He started again and then burst into tears again. 'I had just ignored her!' He exclaimed sadly and cried desperately into his hands. Scully felt her lower lip tremble and she closed her eyes as the tears threatened to fall. Mulder was gone.

'Guard!' She called out in a mixture of fear and sadness and the guard opened the door for her and she stepped out quickly and stormed down the corridor without looking back to the cries of Mr Nixon.

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