Character: Dana Scully
Fandom: The X-files
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 455
Prompt: 014-The youth who wanted to learn what fear is for 100_fairytales
At this moment if Scully could get away with it she would never take a shower in her bathroom ever again. Her favorite room in the entire house, the one that held her deep, claw hammered bathtub, with its cool, cream and green tile, and its softly, fluffy towels, it had been her center of relaxation, her place of Zen. But now it held a handcuffed, pissed off, completely demented killer who had just five minutes before had been attempting to extract Scully's liver with his bare hands. Hatred and hunger glittered in Eugene Tooms dark eyes, thick lips pulled back across his straight white teeth. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine blood and gore staining those perfect teeth, dribbling down his leering chin.
"Police are on their way, Scully." Mulder's fingers crawled across her shoulder, her skin jumping under his unexpected touch, eyes widening and flying to his, filled with still frightened concern. Her new partner had crashed into her apartment, guns blazing practically, frantic…over her.
"Thanks," she breathed, shivering as Tooms growled, low and feral, pulling like a wild animal against the fixtures of her tub. Her tub, her home…invaded...it was frightening, terrifying…
"Is this common for a field agent with the FBI, having psychotics, liver eating serial killers breaking into their apartments?"
"Only the really lucky ones," Mulder grimaced darkly, gently steering her out of her bathroom. "Though I think mostly only the newbs, didn't they tell you that in the Academy. The ritual hazing into field work includes one attempt on your life by a serial killer plus running across the National Mall in your underwear."
Impossibly he managed to illicit a snort out of her, despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I think I could do without the serial killer bit."
"Does that mean you're still game for the underwear part then, because if you have something black and lacy…."
"Fat chance," the nervous giggle that erupted from her seemed absurd given the current circumstances. "Though I might start locking my underwear drawer if people insisted on breaking and entering."
"And take all the fun out of snooping around your apartment for me?"
In the distance the sirens sounded, wailing into the Georgetown night. The clanking of chain against pipe in her bathroom became even more frantic.
"Thank goodness the cavalry is here." Mulder's smile softened the anxiousness as blue and red lights flooded her window. "Don't worry, Scully, I'm sure after this the crazies will lay off your home for a while."
"Let's hope so," she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself.