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2x24 Our Town
Gunshot.
That had to be a gunshot, it just had to be. The bang rings out in the cold Arkansas night, bringing the mass of conspirators into a panicked state, running and screaming away from the gruesome scene. Scully was bent over and restrained. A thick layer of duct tape covered her mouth and her hands were cuffed, preventing any chances of escape. With the ring of the gunshot still lingering in the air, she prayed that her partner Mulder would be on the offensive, here to save her from a fate where her head was no longer attached to her body and her flesh consumed by the fatalistic community.
"Scully!" Mulder's voice rang out in the night. Her heart rate was racing, her head swimming with thoughts of relief and gratitude for her partner who always managed to be there for her, now more important than ever. "Scully!" he said, "Are you okay?", still muffled from the tape, Scully desperately wished for her freedom, she groaned under the restraint which keyed Mulder into action, he removed the restraint over her head and gently ripped the tape off her face. "Are you hurt?" asked Mulder with genuine concern. Still reeling from her trauma, Scully could only shake her head. Collating and conjuring sentences was too much at this time. She remained still for a moment while trying to mentally orient herself, she became aware that Mulder's hand had grazed her temple. The warmth of his hand was comforting and began to soothe her racing heart. He stroked her face again and silently observed her as she sat on the ground next to him. Much to his relief, it appeared that no major physical harm had befallen her. The cut on her head would obviously need to be checked out, but he sat on the ground, thankful that she was okay.
"Mulder" voiced Scully. His thoughts had been interrupted, he looked at her, while she continued "we should probably see who this is" she gestured towards the unknown figure in the imposing mask. Mulder had completely forgotten about the masked individual in his haste to rescue his partner. He nodded in agreement and moved towards the figure, completely immersed in the visuals of what lay before him. The figure was a tall and the mask greatly resembled the gruesome collectibles Mulder had found in Mr. Chaco's cabinet of horrors. Reaching over the mystery man's body, he pulled the mask off the face and paused.
"The Sheriff?" It was Scully who spoke first. They both remained on the ground, their eyes fixated on the deceased Sheriff with disbelief painted over their faces. The man who had assisted them in their investigations lay next to them, dead with a bullet lodged firmly in his back. Mulder spoke softly "that explains why there has been no real investigations into these disappearances". Scully nodded, "we need to call for more help Mulder". He looked at her and promptly pulled out his cell phone and dialed for the Jefferson County Police to come and assist.
In the car ride back to the Motel, she closed her eyes. With the events of the day unfolding around her like a horrific episode of the Twilight Zone, her adrenaline levels had spiked quickly and had been peaked for a prolonged period. Sustained adrenaline and likely shock had completely drained her body and she desperately desired nothing more than to crawl into the bed and dream away this nightmare experience. When she had closed her eyes however, that glowing flame and rusted makeshift guillotine flashed brightly in her mind. The towns people. The blood. The mayhem. These images raced through her mind and try as she did, they did not relent so she kept her eyes open and focused on her breath.
It was well into the morning hours when Mulder and Scully had arrived back at their no-name budget motel. The neon buzz of the sign provided Scully with a familiar sense of comfort as she opened the door and waited for Mulder to come around to her side. She had sworn to herself from a young age that she would not allow for herself to become some kind of damsel in distress, but tonight had promptly proved how necessary Knights in shining armor (or G-Man suits) sometimes were. Mulder came to her aid and took her by the hand to help pull her up into a standing position from the car. His hands were warm and his eyes exuded discern, scanning her forwards movement for any sign of instability. Desperate to hold up any shred of pre-existing bravado and strength, Scully insisted that she walk by herself to her room. Physically she was fine, the medics at the scene had cleared her but Mulder watched her carefully as she took out her room key and began to insert and twist it. "Scully", Mulder gently called out. Scully turned around to see her partner approaching her slowly. "Yes?" she answered flatly. "Are you sure you are alright Scully? You have been through an incredibly traumatic experience tonight with your abduct-" "Mulder" Scully stated firmly. She was exhausted and simply had no patience for his upcoming of his analysis of her current state of being. "Mulder, I'm going inside into my room and I am going to bed. I advise you to do the same after the day we have both had."
Mulder looked at her blankly, understanding that she had a tendency to shut herself off when confronted with her own vulnerabilities. "Well" he said hesitantly, "as long as you are sure, go and get some rest." Without a word, Scully unlocked her door and quickly walked inside and shut the door, leaving Mulder standing outside in the cold air of the night.
3:12 am
The red glow of the digital clock on the bedside seemed to be taunting Scully this morning. After promptly ending her conversation with Mulder, Scully walked inside, removed her stained and scuffed clothes and slipped into her pajamas. She slid into the firm bed and lay still, wishfully hoping that a wave of deep sleep would wash over her within minutes. Unfortunately for her, minutes turned into hours and although her body was physically exhausted, she could not put her mind to rest. Those images from earlier on kept playing over and over in her mind. Imagined consequences slowly began to creep in and hijack her thoughts. If she was beheaded, would she have felt anything? Would the towns people have eaten her flesh once she was dead? Those thoughts were truly perverse and did little to calm her mind. Her anxiety seemed to grow slightly after each scenario was examined in her mind. Scully could feel the tension in her body rising with each minute and could no longer lay in the bed, and pray for sleep to come when it clearly wasn't happening tonight.
Cold water ran from the tap and Scully splashed her face, in the hopes that it would act as some magical reset stimulus, allowing her mind to slow down and finally embrace the sleep she so desperately desired. She walked over to her bed and lay on top of the covers hoping that sleep was not far away. The second she closed her eyes however, all she could see was the glowing fire again.
At her wits end, Scully could not tolerate her current situation any longer and did the only thing that she could think of. It was her absolute last resort option, but she couldn't go on like this for the rest of the night, she felt too overwhelmed and needed some form of relief, even if it came in the form of her partner.
Scully quietly grabbed her room key and made her way out of the door. She arrived at Mulder's room, two doors down. The cool breeze of the night gave her pause to evaluate what she was about to do. Scully was going to wake her partner up at some ungodly hour to ask that he spend the night with her, to help her sleep. "God, this breaks nearly every one of the code of conduct rules" Scully whispered to herself while raising her hand to knock. As she lay her fist gently on the door, it swung open. Mulder was standing in the doorframe wearing just his boxers. Hardly concerned with his state of dress, Mulder stepped forward towards Scully. He scanned her face and saw the bags under her eyes and could tell that she had not slept since they arrived. "I-I couldn't sleep" said Scully simply. Mulder placed his hand on her shoulder while she continued "every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing that fire. I keep seeing myself dying in that field". Her clinical recount of her visions had faltered and emotion began to seep into her words. "I just want to close my eyes and dream this day away" she said with a single tear rolling down her cheek.
Moved by her vulnerability and emotion, Mulder gently wiped the tear away using his index finger, while maintaining his eyes on her. Scully huffed in a release of emotions and found herself leaning into Mulder's muscular frame. He wrapped his arms around her felt her body softly shake. It was then, he felt a hot flash of tears running down his naked chest. Scully had unleased her emotions and all he could do was to hold her tight.
Without saying a word, Scully carefully unwrapped herself from Mulder's arms but remained close to him. Gently, Mulder reached out his hand and took hers, his eyes met with hers "Come in Scully" he said. Mulder led her into the room where he gestured for her to sit on the bed. Scully sat down, now acutely aware that she was teetering on the edge of crossing the boundaries set by her employer. As she was mulling over these thoughts, Mulder sat down next to her and placed his hand gently on her thigh. Aware of the pulsating heat coming from his hand, Scully felt a sense of calm slowly weave through her body. "You know" Mulder started, "I couldn't sleep tonight either. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about what would have happened if I had arrived at that field even just one minute later". His voice trembled as he spoke, "I honestly don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you Scully". She raised her head and looked at him, his head was facing down, his eyes avoiding contact with hers. Softly she replied, "But you didn't. You found me, not only that, you rescued me. I don't know what I would do without you". Mulder raised his head and met her eyes. For what seemed like minutes, they both stared into each other's eyes, silently acknowledging the how much they both cared for each other and how important their partnership truly was.
Scully broke the silence, "I don't want to be alone tonight". Mulder, who usually would have been surprised by this degree of candor and vulnerability from Scully merely nodded. "Me either" he replied softly. Scully took his words as an invitation and shuffled off the side of the bed and underneath the covers. Mulder followed suit and within seconds they had truly crossed the strict boundaries set by the FBI. Lying next to each other felt foreign and new, but it didn't feel wrong. Scully shifted her body in the bed and inadvertently brushed Mulder's leg. She quickly found her new position, determined not to make contact with him again. With the brush of his leg, Mulder felt a small jolt of electricity coursing through his body. It was true that he liked Scully. He had been wrestling with these feelings for a few months now but knew better than to act on them. Not only would it be in clear violation of the rules set by the FBI, but also he didn't know if Dana Scully felt or would even reciprocate these feelings. Settling for his current state, Mulder chose to close his eyes and listen for the rhythmic breathing of his partner.
7:45 am
Light was shining through the curtains of the motel room and agent Fox Mulder rubbed his eyes and yawned. In the middle of his morning routine of struggling to come to wakefulness, he stopped. He hadn't noticed it when he woke up, but there was a warm presence on his chest. The events of last night quickly came back to him in a flash and he was now acutely aware that his partner, Dana Scully had come to his room last night, lay her fears down in front of him and slept beside him in his bed. Mulder, for the first time in his life, had no idea how to react to the current situation. Scully's arm was delicately draped over his bare chest, her breathing was relaxed and he could have sworn that a smile was present on her face.
Mulder decided that all he could do was to lay there and wait for her to wake up. He didn't dare move, he wanted to prolong this experience for as long as possible. Despite what they had both gone through last night, Mulder felt closer than ever to his partner and was sure that she felt the same. He didn't know it if was love yet, but he vowed to keep her safe for the rest of their days together.
End
Thanks for reading! This is my first fic in about 15 years so I'm sure its a little rusty.
I appreciate constructive feedback :)