Title:
Divine Intervention
Part:
1/?
Author:
Maria O'Rourke
Feedback:
dk_scully_101@yahoo.com
Webpage:
http://geocities.com/begininng_and_end/index.htm
Summary:
Can you change fate? If the events of requiem were destined to happen yet, in
another reality, Mulder and Scully were happily together, no mention of the
events of Requiem entering their minds, is the end product the same or can they
change their destiny?
Keywords:
MSR, Angst, Alternative Reality.
Spoilers:
None for this part.
Disclaimer:
This piece of fanfic belongs to me; please ask before you use it. The
characters of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder and all related X-Files characters
belong to FOX, 1013 PRODUCTIONS and used without permission.
Wiseman
Jewellers.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
1:23pm.
Her footsteps sounded off the linoleum
floor, the high heels clicking nosily as she strode towards the door, her hand
reaching in front of her to push open the door when it swung open in front of
her before she had chance to touch the wood.
"Get in here!" a voice demanded,
it's tone harsh and forced as a hand reached out and grabbed her jacket collar,
tugging it roughly to pull her inside, causing her to lose her footing and
slide across the floor to come to a sliding halt in front of the counter, her
head hitting off the solid wood, causing her to feel slightly groggy.
She watched as her gun slid from her,
sliding across the floor to stop at the other side of the room.
"She's a cop!" a voice sounded
and Scully felt a piercing pain in her chest as the sound of a gunshot sounded
and her white shirt became covered with blood, it spread across the fabric as
if it were water running across glass.
"What the hell did you do that
for?" a second voice demanded, frantic with a mixture of fear and
disbelief.
"She's a cop!" the first
retorted.
Her head rose slowly, staring at the
masked figure staring down at her, her eyes closing as her head slumped
downwards, she suddenly felt very sleepy.
"Now look what you've done! You've
fucking *killed* the bitch!"
Fox
Mulder Apartment.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
6:58am.
He wiped the back of his head with the
towel, closing his eyes as the wave of fatigue washed over him and he sighed,
wondering how he had become so tired over the last few months. Three months
ago, if he'd run his usual three-mile run in the morning, he'd come back
smiling but now, he stared into the mirror, the glowing reflection staring back
at him.
He wiped his forehead again, grinning into
the mirror as he saw the second reflection coming behind his own. He was tired
all right, but he was getting plenty of nightly exercise. The arms encircled
his waist and he grinned again, and morning exercise.
"You're sweaty..." she sighed as
he pulled her from around his back, placing her in front of him, his arms
reaching down and pulling her against him and smiling into the mirror.
"I know, I think I need a
shower..." he replied, kissing the top of her head, planting small kisses
down the side of her face until he reached her collarbone, stopping to pay
special attention to the area and she groaned slightly, disentangling herself
from his grasp and stepping a few feet away from him, smiling mischievously at
him, twirling the rope of her bath-towel robe and shaking her finger.
"Mr Mulder, I do believe those are
impure thoughts that you're thinking!"
He
grabbed her and pulled her towards him again but she smiled up at him.
"You wanna bet?"
She
pulled away from him and smiled again.
"Go shower, I don't think that
Skinner would appreciate you coming in covered in sweat..."
"He's seen worse..."
"Go!" she ordered, her voice a
playful nature and she smiled.
"Care to come with?" he asked,
making a grab for her robe.
"Mulder!"
He
smiled.
"I love when you go all commando on
me Scully!"
She
shook her head, watching as he ran off to the shower.
7:34am
Scully smiled as she heard the squish of
Mulder's feet on the wooden floor.
"You forgot to dry between your
toes..."
His
hands encircled her waist as his mouth kissed her ear.
"You're such a mother in the
morning..."
She
turned and grinned, pressing her mouth up to his. She kissed him for a moment
before pulling away.
"If your mother did that in the
morning Agent Mulder, I'd be asking questions..."
He
sighed, sitting down at the table and pulling over the newspaper, unfolding it
and before he began to read it, he paused. Scully stared at him over her bowel
of cereal, her eyebrow cocking.
"What's wrong Mulder?"
"Huh?"
"You zoned out..."
"What?" he asked, beginning to
laugh. "You said 'zoned' out..."
She
shot him a warning glance.
"Mulder, don't go changing the
subject or..."
"You'll shoot me, I know..."
She
smiled.
"What were you thinking?" she
asked, taking a spoonful of cereal, trying not to spill any excess milk on the
new table they'd bought last week.
"Nothing much, just thinking..."
"Sounds ominous..."
"That's me, Mr Ominous..."
She
smiled and he stared at a dribble of milk running from the corner of her mouth,
it seemed to stop and run in slow motion, the amazement he got from just
watching something as silly as a drop of milk running from her mouth was
something he couldn't explain, he didn't want to try. His love for Dana Scully
was something he didn't want to measure or try to explain, nobody else tried to
so why should he?
"You're doing it again Mulder!"
"What?" he asked, snapping out
of his thoughts.
"You're staring at me and doing that
weird zoned out look..."
He
smiled, placing the paper tentatively on the table, looking at his toast.
"I guess I didn't get much
sleep..."
She
grinned.
"You never get much sleep."
"Do you ever wonder about things?"
"That's very philosophical for this
time of the morning, even for you Mulder..."
"I know, that's what I was
thinking..."
She
reached across the table and took his hand in hers.
"What's wrong? Another
nightmare?"
He
shrugged.
"Quite the opposite actually, it was
a nice dream..."
"Call the record books!" she
grinned. "I'm sorry Mulder, I'm surprised, you've never admitted to having
a good dream before, even to me!"
"I know, I've been having quite a lot
recently..."
"But this one's made you wonder about
things?"
"Kinda."
She
sighed and crossed her legs.
"You do know that I'm having to drag
every single solitary piece of information out of you."
He
grinned.
"It wouldn't be me, if you
didn't..."
She squeezed
his hand.
"Mulder, you're worrying me..."
"I didn't start out to..."
He
paused.
"Will you marry me?"
She
stared at him and swallowed a mouthful of cereal.
You
like? You hate? You want more? Think I should bin it? TELL ME! dk_scully_101@yahoo.com
Title:
Divine Intervention
Part:
2/?
Author:
Maria O'Rourke
Feedback:
dk_scully_101@yahoo.com
Webpage:
http://geocities.com/begininng_and_end/index.htm
Summary:
Can you change fate? If the events of requiem were destined to happen yet, in
another reality, Mulder and Scully were happily together, no mention of the
events of Requiem entering their minds, is the end product the same or can they
change their destiny?
Disclaimer:
see previous parts.
Wiseman
Jewellers.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
1:56pm.
His hand went beneath her chin, feeling
for a pulse with his index finger and he noticed immediately how cool her skin
felt beneath his touch. He swallowed, a hand gripping the collar of his shirt,
pulling him backwards onto the ground.
"Well?"
"She's.... been shot..."
"I got that asshole, will she
live?"
He
removed his glasses, his hands sticky with sweat.
"I.... I don't know..."
The
first masked man hit him sharply across the head.
"You don't know?" he demanded,
beginning to pace. "You're supposed to be a fucking doctor for Christ's
Sake!"
"Hey!" the second masked man
said, holding the first back with his hand.
"Mike,
for God's sake, look at what's happening, we *need* this guy if we want her to
live..."
"She's a cop, she was coming in here
to get us..."
"She didn't know!" a woman
screeched from beside the counter. "She was..."
Mike
aimed his gun towards her and she stopped mid-sentence.
"Shut up!"
"Is she going to live?" the
second armed man asked and the doctor stared at him wide-eyed.
"We need to get her to a
hospital..."
"Nobody leaves!" Mike shouted,
waving the gun up into the air.
"Mike, calm down..."
They
turned as they heard sirens coming from outside the building, Mike's eyes
widened and he could feel his chest getting tighter.
"The cops, it's the fucking
cops!"
Fox
Mulder Apartment.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
8:13am.
She stared at their intertwined hands and
suddenly she wanted to run, but Mulder stared intently at her, all she knew was
that this was way more then she could handle at 8 in the morning out of the
blue, they hadn't even discussed marriage yet. She withdrew her hand from his and
rose, turning her back to him.
"Scully?"
She
swallowed again as she heard the rustle of the newspaper as he rose, she felt
his hand touch her shoulder and she turned around.
"Scully, talk to me..."
"I...I don't know what to
say..."
He stared
at her, his eyes hiding their feelings from her.
"I wasn't expecting a speech, just a
yes or no would do fine..."
She ran
a hand through her hair.
"This isn't what I expected
Mulder..."
"Expected or wanted?"
"Mulder, you're twisting my
words..."
He
sighed and leaned against the table, crossing his hands in front of him.
"You're going to say no."
"I never said that."
His jaw
clenched.
"You're not giving me a lot to go
with here..."
She
closed her eyes.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Because I love you."
"But why now? Why not before
this?"
He
sighed and bit his lower lip, rising from the table and pulling her into an
embrace.
"It just feels right now. I've loved
you for the eight years that I've known you Scully and the past three months
that we've been together..." he stared down into her eyes. "They've
been the best months of my life and I feel at this moment that it's the step I
want to take..."
"Do you know what you're asking
me?"
"I'm just a guy standing in front of
a girl, asking her to love him..."
Scully
smiled.
"Mulder, you're watching too many
movies..."
"What can I say, Julia Roberts and
Hugh Grant make the perfect example..."
"You're comparing us to actors in a
movie?"
He
smiled slightly.
"He's a complete and utter fool and
she's one of the most beautiful women who ever walked the earth, I think that
sums it up..."
She swallowed.
"I'm just worried..."
She
paused and he stared at her with such intensity that she felt her legs go
slightly weak.
"What?"
"I don't want to say yes and then
have to face losing you, I'm just afraid that..."
She
stopped and her eyes brimmed with tears, one falling silently from her lash and
sliding gracefully down her cheek, his finger reached up and wiped it away.
"That...that, you won't..."
Her lip
quivered and he didn't know if she was crying from happiness or sadness or a
mixture of both, but he knew she was afraid, he had felt the same in the
beginning of their relationship, afraid that he couldn't trust her, that she
was like all the rest, ready to abandon him at the first sight of trouble. She
stared up at him and he could read her mind almost as if it were his own.
"I
will *always* love you Scully..."
She
closed her eyes, leaning against him.
"Then yes..."
"Yes?"
She
pulled away from his chest, smiling.
"Yes! I'll marry you!"
He
grinned and kissed her, hugging her so tightly that she felt as if hr internal
organs would burst inside of her. There was a silence as they stared at each
other, their eyes connecting on a level that even lovers couldn't often reach.
"You've never said that to me
before..."
"What?"
"That you love me..."
His
forehead wrinkled slightly.
"Of course I have..."
She
shook her head.
"You've never said it with that much
feeling before..."
"Scully?"
"At the moment you said that, nothing
else in the world mattered..."
He
pulled her close and kissed her pasionately on the lips, his body joining with
hers as if fused together for one magical moment and he pulled away abruptly,
taking her hand.
"We have to get you a ring..."
"What?"
"An engagement ring, I want everyone
to know!"
She
stopped him from pulling her.
"Mulder..."
He knew
that tone, it was the tone that warned him not to move, or get overexcited.
"I've got a meeting with Skinner in
twenty minutes..."
"We can skip it, this is important
Scully..."
"I know it is..." she paused.
"And I know that you're excited but I have got to go to this meeting,
we've already missed three..."
"One more won't hurt..."
She
threw him a look, picking up her jacket.
"Thanks to certain external physical
exercises not usually contained in the FBI handbook, we nearly got ourselves
fired for being late the last two meetings, I don't think that Skinner would
appreciate me missing the briefing for the next case, especially if we want
those two weeks off together in another month..."
His face fell and she smiled, running her
fingers down his tie.
"Lunchtime."
"What?"
"I'll meet you at lunchtime
at..." she paused. "Wiseman's jewellers, we'll pick out the ring and
take the rest of the day off to celebrate..."
He
smiled.
"Lunchtime?
"2 o'clock, I'll be finished by
then..."
"If you're late...."
She
smiled.
"You can punish me later, but I
won't..."
"Promise?"
She
kissed him gently.
"Promise, cross my heart...."
And
again.
"Hope to die..."
And
again.
"Stick a needle in my eye..."
She
kissed him again, this time standing on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms
around him, he jacket falling from her grasp. Finally, she pulled away and
smiled.
"Now Agent Mulder, we'd better be
going or Skinner will have our heads..."
You
like? You hate? You want more? Think I should bin it? TELL ME!
dk_scully_101@yahoo.com
Title:
Divine Intervention
Part:
3/?
Author:
Maria O'Rourke
Feedback:
dk_scully_101@yahoo.com
Webpage:
http://geocities.com/begininng_and_end/index.htm
Summary:
Can you change fate? If the events of requiem were destined to happen yet, in
another reality, Mulder and Scully were happily together, no mention of the
events of Requiem entering their minds, is the end product the same or can they
change their destiny?
Disclaimer:
see previous parts.
Spoilers:
brief mention to Orison.
Thanks:
Marlen for the continuous feedback!
Wiseman
Jewellers.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
2:12pm.
Sam stared out the window of the jewellers,
watching as another police car pulled up along side the dozen or more that had
been there for the last ten minutes. He could clearly see the men and women
running around, arming their guns and setting up in their various positions
around the building, surrounding them, cornering them and he didn't like to
feel smothered.
"There's around a dozen cars
Mike," he said, turning away from the window.
"Triple
that and you get the number of cops..."
"Fuck!" Mike swallowed, staring
at Sam in utter silence until there was a muffle from behind him; he turned and
stared at the bloodstained cop lying sprawled against the counter. "It's
all her fucking fault, she did this..."
"She didn't do anything but she's
dying because of what you've done!" the doctor stated, pressing the ripped
cloths he'd made into a makeshift bandage and turned his attention back to the
bleeding woman as she moaned, coming out of the unconscious state that she'd
been in since she'd been shot.
"Mul...."
"Shhhhh, don't try to talk."
She
cringed as she tried to swallow.
"What happened?" she licked her
lip. "My chest..."
"You got shot."
"I'm an FBI agent..."
Mike
stepped forward.
"An *FBI* agent? Shit!"
"Thanks Mike, not only are there cops
out there, but the FBI too?"
Mike
shook his head.
"No, they might not be there... She
came here on her own, they don't know she's in here..."
"Yet."
"Well, how are they going to find
out?" he looked around the room.
"There's
nobody to tell them..."
"They're going to know that she's
missing."
Mike
swallowed and looked at her, lying sprawled against the counter.
"They won't know where she
is..."
"She's losing blood, we need to get
her to a hospital..."
Mike
shook his head.
"Ain't gonna happen doc, she's not
going anywhere, not while they're out there..."
"She'll *die*, don't you understand
that? She's losing too much blood..."
Scully's
hand gripped his shirt.
"Don't, just do what he says."
"You're losing too much blood, you
need medical help that can be provided in a hospital, I don't know where the
bullet is or how bad it's affecting you internally..."
Scully
licked her lips again.
"I'm a doctor, I know the risks, just
listen to him."
"You can't just lie there..."
"It hit my shoulder, if you make a
sling for my arm then it should help."
"It looks like its hit you in the
chest..."
Sam
kneeled down beside her.
"We didn't want anyone to get
hurt..."
Scully
turned her head slowly to stare at him.
"You know you're not going to get
away with this..."
Mike
laughed.
"I don't think you're in a position
to judge, we're going to get away with this and we've got the power, your
life's in our hands..."
Scully
swallowed, looking around at the people spread across the room, staring at her.
She could see fear in their eyes, she felt the fear herself, deep within her,
hidden behind the calm exterior that she had built in the brief minutes that
she'd regained consciousness.
"If I die, then things are going to
go really bad for you, you won't get away with killing an FBI Agent..."
"You think very highly of yourself
Agent..." Mike paused and stared at her. "I didn't catch your
name..."
"Scully, Dana Scully..."
"Well, Agent Scully, Agent Dana
Scully, nobody's going to miss you are they? It's not as if anyone from the FBI
knows that you're in here, is it?"
Scully stared at him, trying to hide the
sudden depth of fear that had entered her. Someone did know she was in here and
that someone would do anything to get her out of here. She stared at the clock
above the door.
2:31pm
He'd be here by now, ready to pick her
engagement ring, but would she live to choose it?
Basement
Office.
FBI
Headquarters.
Washington
DC.
November
17th 2000.
10:12am
He stared into space, his eyes not
focussed on anything in particular, and the pencil in his hand tapping gently
against the stack of paperwork lying idly on his desk. He stared at the clock,
only another 4 hours to go and he wouldn't see her until then, he felt like
bursting.
He didn't know why he'd asked her to marry
him, he'd never thought about it until after that dream. He'd been up half the
night because of it, even went for his jog an hour earlier because he couldn't
get back to sleep, how could anyone get back to sleep after what he'd seen in
that dream?
He'd envisioned her, lying in his arms,
dead. Her skin had been so pale, eyes unfocused and still, non-blinking. Her
lips were covered in caked blood and she looked so fragile that she would
break. He even saw himself sitting there, holding her in his arms, and cradling
her like a broken toy, a porcelain doll. He'd never felt so helpless in his
life.
He closed his eyes, trying to clock the
images from his dream. He'd never thought of losing her like this in a long
time, not since after she'd killed Donnie Pfaster. The sleepless nights and
continuous phone calls that he'd had brought back bad memories. But he'd been
in a different position then, he hadn't the opportunity to hold her the way he
had now, he hadn't the opportunity to take her in his arms and kiss her, hug
her, love her. It was shortly after this event that he'd told her that he loved
her.
He leaned back in his chair, propping his
feet up on the desk in front of him and folding his hand sin front of him,
allowing them to sit on his lap. He stared at the photo on his desk, the only
one to accompany the picture of Samantha. Scully stood in Mulder's arms,
standing in front of him so that his chin was propped on her shoulder and his
arms encircling her waist, hands intertwined so that every part of them was
touching.
If he was so utterly happy then why had he
suddenly got the biggest dread building up inside?
You
like? You hate? You want more? Think I should bin it? TELL ME!
dk_scully_101@yahoo.com