A/N: Sorry. I'm not the quick updater that I used to be. My goal is AT LEAST once a week. Hopefully more.
Unfortunately, for our heroes, I'm feeling very angst-y. Poor Mulder and Scully... cause I'm gonna take it out on them.
Alex Krycek felt a heavy weight plow into him. As he hit the floor, the weight on top of him, all of the air was knocked out of his lungs. He gasped and coughed for air. He then felt a fist collide with his stomach, and another fist struck him in the face. He felt the warm gush of blood stream out of his nose. After the initial shock wore off, he began to fight back. He hit and kicked, trying to get the person who was assaulting him off of him.
"You fucking bastard!" Krycek heard the familiar voice of Mulder growl.
He couldn't help a small smile. Ah, Mulder... And so here we go again.
The knowledge that Krycek knew his opponent gave him a surge of energy. He pushed with all of his might, and soon Mulder was flung across the small room. Both men slowly made it to their feet, staring each other down and breathing heavily.
"What did you do to her?" Mulder asked in a dangerously low tone.
"Nothing she didn't mind..." Krycek smiled, provoking Mulder to go on the attack again.
Mulder barreled into Krycek, slamming him into the wall behind him. Mulder wrapped his hands around Krycek's throat and began choking him.
"Where is she?" he hissed.
Krycek was in no position to actually answer Mulder's question, but Mulder didn't seem to care too much about that. Krycek tried to pry Mulder's hands away, causing him to squeeze harder.
"Muller," Krycek barely croaked. "Le' go. You ne'er fin' 'er."
Mulder contemplated for a second before giving into Krycek's wishes. He released his neck and let him drop to the floor.
Krycek gasped for air. "She got away," he finally told him. "I didn't do anything to her. Wasn't going to. I was protecting her."
"Yeah, right," Mulder scoffed.
"It's true," Krycek said, still crouched on the floor.
"Nothing you say is ever true!" Mulder said, kicking Krycek in the ribs.
Krycek fell to his side. Mulder took one more good kick at him. This time, hopefully, breaking his nose.
Mulder pulled the door opened, glanced either way down the hall, and bolted to the right. Situations like this was when he really loved his photographic memory. He could remember every hallway, every turn, every door that had let him to the room in which he just kicked Krycek's ass... again. He knew the exact way out of there. Making sure he wouldn't get caught would be the hard part.
Mulder ran through the hallways of the building, occasionally ducking into doorways when a guard or a lab worker wandered by. By some miracle he made it outside into the night air without any major problems. He stopped for a second in the parking lot to catch his breath. He bend over with his hands on his knees.
"MULDER!" he heard Scully call to him.
He looked up to see her running towards him.
"Scully," he breathed as she plowed herself into his arms. He promptly kissed the top of her pretty little head.
"We have to go," she told him urgently, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him to follow her.
For the first time he noticed that she had a gun, and that the Gunmen's van was waiting about fifty yards away across a field in the darkness of a few trees.
"Scully, wh-" Mulder began to ask but was cut off by a semi-loud 'boom.'
He immediately turned. Mulder quickly learned that the 'boom' was created by the main door to the building being slammed open against the outer brick wall. And, of course, Krycek was slowly walking out of the building towards them.
"Oh, come on! How many ass-kickings do I need to give you in order for you to leave us the hell alone!" Mulder yelled to him, exasperated. Krycek was persistent, he'd give him that.
Krycek just smirked and kept coming. Mulder moved to put himself between Krycek and Scully. He readied himself for a fight. "Ya know, not that I'd need it, but she'll help me kick your ass... again. It's two verses one, Krycek. Give it up."
"Actually, it's two verses two," Krycek told him, raising a gun to aim it at Mulder.
It was like slow motion. Krycek pulled the trigger. A shot rang out into the quiet night air. Mulder felt the pressure hit him, and he hit the ground. He quickly realized that he had not been shot, and that the pressure was Scully knocking him to the ground. He noticed that her gun had fallen from her hand. Mulder grabbed it. He then shot at Krycek, hitting him in the shoulder of his shooting arm. He shot once again, shattering Krycek's left kneecap, bringing the man to the ground in pain.
Mulder stood up, gun still aimed at Krycek. He walked over and grabbed Krycek's gun off of the ground. He then turned to walk over to Scully and help her up. Scully was sitting on the ground looking up at him. The look in her eyes terrified him. Fear was shining back at him. Scully was clutching her side, right below her armpit. There was blood.
Any thoughts of what to do with Krycek vanished from Mulder's mind. Thoughts of what to do for Scully took over.
"Scully," he whispered, crouching down to her level to try and get a look at her wound.
"I'm fine, Mulder," she whispered. "Just help me get to the van."
Mulder picked her up effortlessly. He half ran-half jogged (because he didn't want to jostle her too much but knew he needed to get to the van quickly) across the field towards the van. Once there, Langley opened the sliding door, Mulder placed Scully gently on the floor, he hopped in, and they slammed the door shut. Byers peeled out as he drove away.
"Get us to a hospital! Now!" Mulder said forcefully, his voice dripping with fear and panic.
"What happened?" Langley asked.
Mulder ignored him, "Scully, you're going to be okay." He gently stroked her hair.
She nodded and forced herself to smile up at him.
Scully knew different. She was a doctor. She knew that the bullet had entered through her serratus anterior, gone through her ribs, and pierced her lung. Her lung was slowly filling with blood. However, there was was no way that she would let Mulder know that. So she just smiled up at him and held tightly onto his hand. And she prayed.