Title: What if? Part Three.
Author: M & S Shipper
Rating: R
Genera: Action Adventure / Romance
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Summary: See Part One.
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Part 3
Even surrounded by so many trees the star filled sky breaks through the overhead foliage. It's beautiful. Reminds me of my family home in Martha's Vineyard. So far away from the city that nothing obscures the view.
I look down at the figure sleeping beside me, her pale face is glowing in the moonlight. God she's beautiful. No wonder I was having trouble getting to sleep. This was not going to be an easy partnership. Apart from the obvious affection that's already growing inside me she's my complete opposite, scientific, precise and sceptical. There is no way this is going to work. If we ever get out of here, that is.
She began making a faint murmuring noise, obviously dreaming. The corners of her lips curled to form silent words. I desperately wanted to be inside her head now. What had put that delicious expression on her face, I thought, absently tracing the curve of her chin with my thumb. As she began to roll toward me, I jumped back, scared she'd caught me in my perusal, but her eyes remained closed. A shiver went through her, and I realised how cold she must be, as I was. I lay closer to her, not yet willing to take that next step but she did it for me, reaching out and pulling me closer. It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed this kind of intimacy with anyone, let alone an almost stranger. It felt wonderful, so I drew her in closer.
Sleep was not far away now, nestled against such a warm pillow. I was beginning to drift of when I heard something ever so faintly in a breathy whisper. No, I had to be mistaken, but I'm not.
"Mulder." It came again. She said my name! In her dreams she said my name. I'm the one putting that delicious expression on her face. My body responded immediately to her, how could it not? I pulled my groin just out of contact with her thigh and tried once again to sleep.
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Before my eyes opened, I was aware of someone in my personal space. Where the hell was I? The ground below was uneven and downright uncomfortable. What could have ever possessed me to sleep here? More distressing was the unfamiliar warm body still holding me close.
I peeked one eye open, and with sight, came recognition. This is my partner, Fox Mulder, around us is the Oregon Forest and our plane dropped out of the sky. Sure. Perfectly normal. Trying to remain completely still while extricating yourself from underneath someone is impossible, and as I began to move out, he began to stir. Damn it. His face showed the same confusion for the circumstances he was waking up in as I did, until he opened his eyes and it all came back.
"Morning." He said looking into my eyes. We were only a fraction of an inch apart from each other, and though my body traitorously reacted to his, I tried to move away. Sensing my discomfort, he also rolled back.
In doing so, a jolt of pain ran up my leg, reminding me of my injury, which had gone numb thus far. It felt worse today, not only sore from the cut but also from the infection I could feel was also developing. The searing burn continued well after the initial jolt, which had made me cry out due to its intensity.
Mulder looked down at me worried.
"Is your leg bad?"
"No, it's fine."
"It thought we got past this yesterday." He said in a stern voice that almost reminded me of my father.
"Ok, I think it's infected."
He was biting his bottom lip in consideration. Gee, I'd like to try that, that bottom lip of his was so chewable. My cheeks grew warm at my own thoughts. Where had that come from? I looked down hurriedly trying to hide my blush.
"Do you think you can walk on it?"
"Sure we'll just have to take it slow."
"Well lets get moving then." He said already up and moving in the right direction. Well I assumed it was the right direction anyway.
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"We're lost admit it?"
Damn it, that plane had to be around here somewhere, if she'd just stop hassling me maybe I could get my bearings.
"Well sort of, but I'm never lost driving, put me behind the wheel, and you've got no worries."
"But drop you in the forest and we've got real problems."
I was about to respond with something equally icy, when something pricked up my ears. That was a chopper, it had that definite sound that choppers make, the blades cutting through the air.
"Do you hear that Scully?"
She just nodded, as the noise grew louder. I started to jog a little bit farther to a clearing up ahead just in time to see it pass overhead.
"Ok, it's heading this way, let's go. I picked up the pace, momentarily forgetting about Scully's injury, but she managed to keep up. At least the terrain was levelling out. We continued on like this for over an hour before we came across the trail of destruction left by the plane. We made it back on track again. I was starting to panic a bit, not that I'd ever let her know that. She must be a little behind, as she had not commented on what lay ahead. I turned to find the area behind me completely empty.
"Scully!" I yelled, silently cursing myself for not keeping a closer eye on her and her injuries. I started jogging back in the direction I'd come with a newfound energy. My pulse raced imagining the worst-case scenario. I did not have to go far before I found her, lying on the forest floor. Her eyes were open, but I still dropped to my knees, checking her over.
"Mulder I'm ok, I just came over a little woozy. I think the poison from the wound, has entered my bloodstream. I don't think I can walk on it any more." I looked down at her and smiled, finally, she was being open and honest with me.
"Then I'll carry you."
"You can't."
"I won't hurt you."
"No I trust you, but you must be exhausted."
Her words hit me, stopping the words on my lips. She trusted me? This was definitely no spy who was working for 'them', this was my new partner, and she trusted me, and against my earlier predictions, I already trusted her.
"Try and stop me." I said jokingly already lifting her into my arms. She weighed almost nothing so once I had her in a good position I continued on. God she smelled good, yes even after a day and night in the forest. Her silky hair was occasionally brushing against my chin sending shivers down my back. I couldn't remember how long it had been since a woman had affected me this way, it was all consuming, and I was enjoying it.
I looked down and saw her eyes growing heavy.
"Scully? Are you fading out on me there? I don't I should let you sleep."
"I. . .should stay. . . .awake. . .but it's hard. . . talk to me."
"About what."
"I don't know. . . anything. . . work. . . .home. . .growing up."
Her eyes had closed again, as I struggled to come up with a topic on the spot. Think man think.
"Ok, I can tell you about work. I got started on the x files because of my sister, her name was Samantha."
"Was?"
"Yeah, um she was taken from us when we were quite young. I guess the X files was another way to give me hope I'd find her. I found it quite by accident really, it was a bit of a waste dump for ufo sightings and other unexplained phenomena, but I was fascinated. I wanted to read more and more, all the case files I could get my hands on."
"You said she was taken, by who?"
"I had no idea until recently." I took in a deep breath. " I underwent regression hypnosis, to the night when she was taken. I remembered a bright light and a presence in the room."
I looked intently at her, gauging her reaction. She looked confused at fist, then spoke up.
"She'd lucky to have someone who loves her so much, who won't give up o. . ." Her voice gradually grew fainter as she drifted out of consciousness.
"Scully? Shit, talk to me. Oh god." My strides grew longer as I continued towards the wreckage. My arms were screaming now from holding her for so long but I ignored the pain. Her face was completely slack, and even paler than this morning. I shook her gently, trying to bring her around, but not a single flicker of recognition crossed over her features. Damn it. Not now Scully, not when we're so close.
Just when I thought, my body was about to give out, I saw something up ahead, coming further into focus. I prayed that this was it, and that I wasn't seeing things, but the sounds then came into range now too. A whole group of people were cleaning up the wreckage, I guess all the other passengers had been picked up.
A man in the distance started yelling, at the sight of me carrying scully.
"We've got more survivors, I didn't think it was possible, but we do. Get someone over here."
Music to my ears. I made it another 100 metres closer before dropping to my knees. Scully came down with me as we fell, still holding one another.
Just before I lost consciousness, I felt someone unpeeling my arms from Scully.
"It's ok now man, let her go. We'll look after her now."
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I lay in the hospital bed staring at the roof. I hated hospitals. Only when I was a patient that was. The gowns were always revealing, the sheets starchy and there was always someone poking and prodding you, not giving you a moments peace.
The flowers around me were nice, that was some consolation. Mulder had even bought me some, very sweet I thought.
My parents were dismayed that I was here, my dad especially. He reiterated his concerns over my new choice of profession, sighting this incident as a case study. Well that one I could field. Yes, I was working for the FBI, but that didn't mean I'd be getting injured all the time. A plane crash happens at any time, not just at work. He had no reply to this, or at least he didn't voice one, simply up and left the room.
Mum said he'd get used to it eventually. I hoped so.
My next visitor was more of a surprise. The Assistant director came to see me. My new boss, who I'd had limited dealings with in the past. He welcomed me aboard and wished me luck on our next assignment, which started the second I got out of here. Couldn't wait. Something about A serial Killer, who took the livers of his victims, sounded interesting anyway, even if a little macabre.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.
"Hey Scully. Just thought I'd check and see how you're feeling."
"Just great, I don't get released until tomorrow, I'll go mad in here."
"Only another day."
"Then we're on another case," He looked surprised that I knew. "Skinner just left." I said by way of explanation.
"Oh yeah, at least this ones local. Although, serial killings, not my favourite thing, but they have a spooky twist."
"What, do you think it's the work of Little green men."
"Grey." He deadpanned.
"What?"
"Grey, the reticulin skin tone is actually grey. Common mistake, I won't hold it against you, unless you want me to." He said standing up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Goodbye agent Mulder."
"See you Scully, Welcome aboard."
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The End
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