THE X-FILES FAN FICTION
By Penni (that's me!)
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder belongs to Dana Scully. Dana
Scully, in turn, belongs to Fox Mulder.
Very tragically, neither of the two
belong to me. They both belong to the
almighty Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and FOX network. Please,
Mr. Bigshot, don't send the FBI after me
for copyright infringement. However, if
you want to send Mulder himself after
me, that's a different story.
Warnings: I am a total, die-hard, x-treme shipper. So
there is an x-treme possibility of there being
some MSR ahead. IF you are a No-Romo, you may
want to turn back now-or forever hold your lunch
but friend-shippers should be perfectly safe.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Um... dunno
Category: Adventure, Romance, Story, Angst
Summary: Someone dies, but keeps on living.
Thanks To: Um... the people who helped me:)
Feedback: Yes, please. Send it all to me at: mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
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"Stolen Past" (1/?)
By: Penni
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Dark Alleyway
Downtown DC
2:12 AM
I didn't hear the first shot, but I heard the next
four, and I felt all of them as they all ripped into my
flesh in five different locations. And I saw the pavement
rising to meet me, and felt it when the black asphalt slammed
into my body. I hear someone scream my name, and then it all
fades away.
Six Months Earlier....
Fox Mulder's Apartment
3:58 AM
I knocked lightly on the door of Apartment 42,
slightly annoyed that my parnet had woken me up at such an
early hour. I heard someone moving around inside, and the
door opened.
"Hey, Scully," Fox Mulder greeted me, "come on in."
He ushered me into his surprisingly clean apartment,
and closed the door behind me.
"Mulder," I began, "what is so important that you
had to wake me up at four in the morning?"
He took my hand without saying anything and led me
to the couch. He sat down, and pulled me down beside him.
"I needed to talk to you," he explained.
I looked up and my eyes locked with his. The look I
found there told me how truly important this was to him.
"What is it, Mulder?" I asked, laying my free hand
on his shoulder.
He took my other hand in his, so that he had both of
mine enveloped in his much larger ones. He looked me straight
in the eye.
"I'm in love with you," he spoke ever so softly, "and
I need to know if you feel the same way."
I sat there, quite in shock, for a moment, before his
words actually sunk in. By that time, he had taken my silence
the wrong way. He let go of my hands and turned his head the
other way.
"Mulder-" I paused, "Fox.."
I didn't really know what to say. I reached out, and
touched his chin gently, turning his face towards me.
"I love you," I managed to say before I closed the
distance between our lips.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up the next
morning, still on Mulder's couch, shrouded by a heavy wool afghan.
I looked around. Mulder was snoozing in his recliner. I smiled
softly as he looked up at me.
"Good morning, sunshine."
"Good morning, Mulder."
He pushed himself out of the chair and came over to the
couch. I sat up to give him room to settle in, and then leaned
back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the
top of my head.
"As much as I love you," he said, "I'm glad we didn't..."
I smiled softly as he trailed off, "Me too."
I leaned back into his chest, snuggling against him. In
the six years that we've been partners, I've become addicted to
his touch. In his arms, I feel loved, protected, and incredibly
like I belonged. I think he knew this, because he was quiet
for a long time. He just held me. By the time we both agreed we
should get up, it was just about noon.
It was Mulder's idea to go out for lunch. I was glad that
I'd had my emergency suitcase in the trunk of my car, and that it
contained my favorite pair of jeans. I ran down to my car, brought
the suitcase up, and quickly changed in the bathroom, and got out
just as Mulder was ready. He took me to a real high class
place. I even got a little plastic Furby out of the deal.
After we both finished eating, we sat in the car for a
while before Mulder decided where to go.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we passed the turn-off
to get to his apartment complex.
"It's a surprise."
I sighed and leaned into the seat, staring out the window
at the amazingly green scenery. Eventually, I saw a street sign
notifying me that we were in Richmond. I slightly wondered where we
were going, but decided not to worry about it. However, when we
pulled into the parking lot of Kings Dominion, I decided it was time
to worry.
"Mulder-"
"Don't," he cut me off, "we're going to have a fun,
relaxing Saturday-even if it kills us."
I gave him a look, which slowly turned into a grin. He
smiled back and got out of the car, running around to open my door.
We locked up the car and headed through the main gates-after showing
the ticket-takers Mulder's season passes (which I'll have to ask about
later). He picked up a map of the park and unfolded it infront of him.
"Where to first?" I asked.
"The Eiffel Tower," he replied, and took my hand, leading me
to the attraction.
I rolled my eyes, and let him lead me onto the elevator.
The lines were surprisingly short today, but school was in session,
so there would be less kids...
I'd finally gotten a day off. I'd been planning on getting
sleep, but oh well.
We went up in the elevator-to the top level. Let's just say
it's very high. Mulder, being a stickler for any sort of souvenier,
had one of the other guests take a picture of the two of us. We went
back down (after retrieving my camera), and I felt instantly drawn
to the nearest roller coaster. After convincing Mulder to go on it
with me, and waiting in line, we finally got on it-in the front row.
That day, we went on all the roller coasters in the park. Mulder
even convinced me to do that free-fall thing. By the time we left,
we were both still spinning around in our heads.
He took me to my apartment first.
"Do you want to come up for some coffe?"
"Sure."
We got halfway up to my door before I remembered that my
gun, and cellular were at Mulder's house.
"I'll go," he insisted, "you stay here and make the coffee."
I nodded, and he gave me a peck on the cheek before heading
back out to his car. I fumbled with my keys for a second before getting
the door opened, and shut it behind me. I took off my coat and hung it
in the hallway closet, then went into the kitchen to start some coffee.
I was on my way back into the living room when I heard a crash from my
bedroom. I didn't have my gun, but I decided to check it out anyway.
I slowly made my way down the hallway and elbowed the door open. I used
my other elbow to turn on the lights, and I looked around. Nothing.
Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
Just as I was about to turn and leave the room, somebody
grabbed me from behind, clamping a hand over my mouth, and putting a
gun to my cheek. I let out a muffled scream, and tried to break away,
but I couldn't.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that," came a voice from across
the room.
I saw a shadowy figure now, out of the corner of my eye, and
watched as he moved closer.
"Switch the weapons, Michael."
The person holding me (Michael, I assumed), secured an arm
around me neck to prevent me from screaming, and put away his gun.
He then took out a switchblade, opened it, and shifted so that one
arm was around my waist, and one held the knife very close to the
vein on the left side of my throat.
"Now, Agent Scully," the other man said, "if you move, he
will kill you."
I saw who it was, and I almost screamed.
He smirked, seeing me tense up. He walked over and firmly
gripped my shoulders.
"No need to be tense," he told me, "but, even so, I could have
fun relieving that tension."
I felt the bile rise up in my throat at the mere idea. I tried
to back away and was met by Michael tightening his grip on me.
"What the hell do you want?" I snapped.
The knife pressed into my skin, and I felt a warm trickle of
blood on my neck.
"Now, Agent Scully, you should know the answer to that."
I stared daggers at him, but he edged closer, putting away
his gun. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, and it scared the
shit out of me. He punched me hard in the face, and just before I
lost conciousness, I heard my apartment door open and Mulder's voice
calling my name.
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End of Part 1/?
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Send any feedback to me at
mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
By Penni (that's me!)
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder belongs to Dana Scully. Dana
Scully, in turn, belongs to Fox Mulder.
Very tragically, neither of the two
belong to me. They both belong to the
almighty Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen
Productions, and FOX network. Please,
Mr. Bigshot, don't send the FBI after me
for copyright infringement. However, if
you want to send Mulder himself after
me, that's a different story.
Warnings: I am a total, die-hard, x-treme shipper. So
there is an x-treme possibility of there being
some MSR ahead. IF you are a No-Romo, you may
want to turn back now-or forever hold your lunch
but friend-shippers should be perfectly safe.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Um... dunno
Category: Adventure, Romance, Story, Angst
Summary: Someone dies, but keeps on living.
Thanks To: Um... the people who helped me:)
Feedback: Yes, please. Send it all to me at: mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Stolen Past" (1/?)
By: Penni
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dark Alleyway
Downtown DC
2:12 AM
I didn't hear the first shot, but I heard the next
four, and I felt all of them as they all ripped into my
flesh in five different locations. And I saw the pavement
rising to meet me, and felt it when the black asphalt slammed
into my body. I hear someone scream my name, and then it all
fades away.
Six Months Earlier....
Fox Mulder's Apartment
3:58 AM
I knocked lightly on the door of Apartment 42,
slightly annoyed that my parnet had woken me up at such an
early hour. I heard someone moving around inside, and the
door opened.
"Hey, Scully," Fox Mulder greeted me, "come on in."
He ushered me into his surprisingly clean apartment,
and closed the door behind me.
"Mulder," I began, "what is so important that you
had to wake me up at four in the morning?"
He took my hand without saying anything and led me
to the couch. He sat down, and pulled me down beside him.
"I needed to talk to you," he explained.
I looked up and my eyes locked with his. The look I
found there told me how truly important this was to him.
"What is it, Mulder?" I asked, laying my free hand
on his shoulder.
He took my other hand in his, so that he had both of
mine enveloped in his much larger ones. He looked me straight
in the eye.
"I'm in love with you," he spoke ever so softly, "and
I need to know if you feel the same way."
I sat there, quite in shock, for a moment, before his
words actually sunk in. By that time, he had taken my silence
the wrong way. He let go of my hands and turned his head the
other way.
"Mulder-" I paused, "Fox.."
I didn't really know what to say. I reached out, and
touched his chin gently, turning his face towards me.
"I love you," I managed to say before I closed the
distance between our lips.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up the next
morning, still on Mulder's couch, shrouded by a heavy wool afghan.
I looked around. Mulder was snoozing in his recliner. I smiled
softly as he looked up at me.
"Good morning, sunshine."
"Good morning, Mulder."
He pushed himself out of the chair and came over to the
couch. I sat up to give him room to settle in, and then leaned
back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the
top of my head.
"As much as I love you," he said, "I'm glad we didn't..."
I smiled softly as he trailed off, "Me too."
I leaned back into his chest, snuggling against him. In
the six years that we've been partners, I've become addicted to
his touch. In his arms, I feel loved, protected, and incredibly
like I belonged. I think he knew this, because he was quiet
for a long time. He just held me. By the time we both agreed we
should get up, it was just about noon.
It was Mulder's idea to go out for lunch. I was glad that
I'd had my emergency suitcase in the trunk of my car, and that it
contained my favorite pair of jeans. I ran down to my car, brought
the suitcase up, and quickly changed in the bathroom, and got out
just as Mulder was ready. He took me to a real high class
place. I even got a little plastic Furby out of the deal.
After we both finished eating, we sat in the car for a
while before Mulder decided where to go.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we passed the turn-off
to get to his apartment complex.
"It's a surprise."
I sighed and leaned into the seat, staring out the window
at the amazingly green scenery. Eventually, I saw a street sign
notifying me that we were in Richmond. I slightly wondered where we
were going, but decided not to worry about it. However, when we
pulled into the parking lot of Kings Dominion, I decided it was time
to worry.
"Mulder-"
"Don't," he cut me off, "we're going to have a fun,
relaxing Saturday-even if it kills us."
I gave him a look, which slowly turned into a grin. He
smiled back and got out of the car, running around to open my door.
We locked up the car and headed through the main gates-after showing
the ticket-takers Mulder's season passes (which I'll have to ask about
later). He picked up a map of the park and unfolded it infront of him.
"Where to first?" I asked.
"The Eiffel Tower," he replied, and took my hand, leading me
to the attraction.
I rolled my eyes, and let him lead me onto the elevator.
The lines were surprisingly short today, but school was in session,
so there would be less kids...
I'd finally gotten a day off. I'd been planning on getting
sleep, but oh well.
We went up in the elevator-to the top level. Let's just say
it's very high. Mulder, being a stickler for any sort of souvenier,
had one of the other guests take a picture of the two of us. We went
back down (after retrieving my camera), and I felt instantly drawn
to the nearest roller coaster. After convincing Mulder to go on it
with me, and waiting in line, we finally got on it-in the front row.
That day, we went on all the roller coasters in the park. Mulder
even convinced me to do that free-fall thing. By the time we left,
we were both still spinning around in our heads.
He took me to my apartment first.
"Do you want to come up for some coffe?"
"Sure."
We got halfway up to my door before I remembered that my
gun, and cellular were at Mulder's house.
"I'll go," he insisted, "you stay here and make the coffee."
I nodded, and he gave me a peck on the cheek before heading
back out to his car. I fumbled with my keys for a second before getting
the door opened, and shut it behind me. I took off my coat and hung it
in the hallway closet, then went into the kitchen to start some coffee.
I was on my way back into the living room when I heard a crash from my
bedroom. I didn't have my gun, but I decided to check it out anyway.
I slowly made my way down the hallway and elbowed the door open. I used
my other elbow to turn on the lights, and I looked around. Nothing.
Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
Just as I was about to turn and leave the room, somebody
grabbed me from behind, clamping a hand over my mouth, and putting a
gun to my cheek. I let out a muffled scream, and tried to break away,
but I couldn't.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that," came a voice from across
the room.
I saw a shadowy figure now, out of the corner of my eye, and
watched as he moved closer.
"Switch the weapons, Michael."
The person holding me (Michael, I assumed), secured an arm
around me neck to prevent me from screaming, and put away his gun.
He then took out a switchblade, opened it, and shifted so that one
arm was around my waist, and one held the knife very close to the
vein on the left side of my throat.
"Now, Agent Scully," the other man said, "if you move, he
will kill you."
I saw who it was, and I almost screamed.
He smirked, seeing me tense up. He walked over and firmly
gripped my shoulders.
"No need to be tense," he told me, "but, even so, I could have
fun relieving that tension."
I felt the bile rise up in my throat at the mere idea. I tried
to back away and was met by Michael tightening his grip on me.
"What the hell do you want?" I snapped.
The knife pressed into my skin, and I felt a warm trickle of
blood on my neck.
"Now, Agent Scully, you should know the answer to that."
I stared daggers at him, but he edged closer, putting away
his gun. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, and it scared the
shit out of me. He punched me hard in the face, and just before I
lost conciousness, I heard my apartment door open and Mulder's voice
calling my name.
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End of Part 1/?
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