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, very mild R
Spoilers: Um... dunno
Category: Adventure, Romance, Story, Angst
Summary: Someone dies, but keeps on living.
Thanks To: Um... the people who helped me:) Specially BrandyB... I got
most of this from a roleplay. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. Send it all to me at: mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
Note: This picks up precisely where part 1 left off. I suggest you
read part 1 if you haven't already.
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"Stolen Past" (2/?)
By: Penni
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Apartment of Dana Scully
Washington, DC
11:34 PM
Fox Mulder knocked on the door of his partner's apartment. When
there was no answer, he took out the key she had given him and unlocked
the door, letting himself in and shutting the door.
"Scully?" He called out.
There was no reply, but he hear a light thud from the bedroom.
He raced down the hall and in through the doorway.
"Agent Mulder."
Mulder's head shot up and he pointed his gun at the speaker.
What he saw was Alexander Krycek standing beside Scully's limp body,
pointing a gun down towards her head.
"Krycek, what the fuck do you want?"
He smirked.
"What did you do to her?" Mulder demanded to know, seeing the
blood on her neck.
"She's not dead, if that's what you want to know-not yet, at
lest."
Mulder breathed in heavily, "What do you want?"
"I think you know."
"No I don't."
Krycek looked down at Scully, who was beginning to wake up
"Not much... just her."
"Let her go," Mulder ordered.
"Why should I? You won't shoot, you're too scared I'll shoot
her."
"Take me instead, just let her go."
"Never."
Krycek moved quickly.He reached down and yanked Scully to
her feet, practically choking her with one arm and holding a knife
at the opposite side of her throat.
"Move and I kill her," he told Mulder.
Mulder froze.
"Very good. Now drop the gun."
"Mulder, don't!-"
"Shut up," Krycek ordered, hitting her again in the face
with his free hand, "put your gun down, Mulder."
Mulder slowly bent to the floor and lay his gun down in
front of him, never taking his eyes off of Krycek and Scully.
"Krycek, don't you think they'd rather have me dead?"
There was a silence, and Scully decided to make an
excellent use of the heels on her 'casual' shoes. She stomped
hard on Krycek's foot. He flinched, but didn't let go, and in
fact hit her again.
"It's too bad I'll have to kill her."
"NO!" Mulder shouted.
Krycek let his free hand wander down to her chest,
"We could have so much fun..."
"Let her go, you son of a bitch!" Mulder screamed,
picking up his gun and moving closer.
Krycek took out his gun and hit Scully with it in
the base of the skull.
"Done."
Mulder began to cry silently, "You son of a bitch,
I'm going to shoot you! If you hurt her one more.."
"You didn't kill me before," Krycek interrupted,
"and you won't now."
Mulder shot Krycek in the shoulder. He stumbled
back but quickly stabalized himself, shooting Mulder in the
shoulder.
"An eye for an eye."
Mulder winced in pain.
"Now, you can let me out of here, or you can die,"
Krycek announced, pointing his gun at Mulder's head, "put
your gun down."
Mulder looked at his partner, "You promise you'll
leave her here and I'll put my gun down."
"That's a promise I can't make, Mulder."
"Then I can't put my gun down."
Krycek aimed his gun at Mulder's head and began to
pull the trigger. Mulder quickly jumped to the side and
shot Krycek, hitting him in the forehead.
"You bastard!" Krycek exclaimed as he fell.
Before he hit the ground, he managed to shoot Mulder
in the stomach.
Mulder flew backwards into the wall, and didn't move.
Scully stirred on the flow and opened her eyes.
"Mulder..." she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mulder didn't move or speak. Scully dragged herself
across the floor to her partner.
"Mulder."
There was no reply. She felt for a pulse and felt one,
very faint. She sighed and took out Mulder's cell phone to dial
911. Before she could even hit the on button, Krycek grabbed her
from behind, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her out
to his car. He shackled her hands and feet and put a long strip
of duct tape over her mouth before shoving her into the trunk.
He climbed into the driver's seat and drove off to some unknown
location.
DC General
3:46 PM
Fox Mulder gradually came to in room 48 of DC General
Hospital. He tried to sit up but groaned and fell back down
when a sharp pain shot through his stomach.
"Hey!" He called out as soon as someone walked by, "Could
you get me a doctor..."
The person kept walking, paying no attention whatsoever
to Mulder. Soon enough, however, a doctor did come into the room.
"Mr. Mulder, I'm Doctor Lloyd. How are you feeling."
"Where's Scully?"
"Excuse me?"
"Was anyone brought in with me?"
"No, sorry, why?"
Mulder didn't want to answer that question, and he didn't
have to, because at that exact moment, his buddies walked in.
They quietly spoke to the doctor, who nodded and quickly left the
room.
"How much do you know?" Mulder asked the approaching trio,
grimacing as he sat up.
"Probably as much as you," Byers replied.
"Do you know where he took her?"
"Sorry, buddy, we don't, but we can help you find out,"
Frohike said, "who was it?"
"You mean you don't know yet?" Mulder questioned
incredulously, "it was Krycek."
"Oh, shit," he continued, "you probably can't track him,
can you?"
"Theoretically, no," Langly answered, "technically, yes. We
have enough contacts that somebody will know something."
"So you can help?"
"We're already doing everything we possibly can," Byers
promised him, "and as much as I know you want to get out of her
and look for Scully, you can't help her by getting yourself in
even more trouble."
"I know," Mulder nodded sadly, "but as soon as they let me
out, I'll need all the information possible so I can find her."
The Lone Gunmen nodded.
"I told her," Mulder broke the silence after a while, "I
told her how much I was in love with her."
"What'd she say?" Frohike inquired.
"She kissed me," Mulder told him, and saw the rather
upset look on his friend's face, "hey, don't worry, you never
had a chance to ruin anyway."
They all laughed quietly, and the three most paranoid people
Mulder had ever met left the room.
Two Days Later
Mulder walked up to the door of the LGM's hideout, if you
can call it that. He knocked only three times before the door was
opened.
"Mulder. Come in." Frohike told him.
Mulder walked in to the room quickly, "What did you find."
His friends were very quiet for a moment before Byers spoke
up.
"That's just the thing. We haven't found anything."
Mulder turned and went for the door.
"Mulder, we-"
"I have to find her," Mulder cut off Langly, "she's everything
to me."
He left the room.
4 Months Later
Assistant Director Walter Skinner knocked on the door of
the only office in the basement of the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
He heard a slight shuffling from inside and then the door opened.
"Yeah?"
Skinner looked up at the person who had once been one of
the best damn agents in the whole bureau.
"They stopped the search."
"Why?"
"Mulder, it's been four months. An uneventful four months.
They haven't found anything."
"They're not looking hard enough, they're not looking in
the right places. They're not letting me lead the search."
"Agent Mulder, this wasn't my decision-I have no jurisdiction
in this matter."
"Well you have to go to whoever does. You have to get this
search restarted. She's out there somewhere. I have to find her."
Skinner's expression softened lightly, "I can't do that,
agent. I only wish I could."
"You can't help me?"
"No, I can't."
"Then take my resignation letter, and leave this
office."
"I'll leave, but I won't let you quit."
Skinner turned, left the office, and shut the door
behind him.
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THE END (2/?)
@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!
Feedback to me at
mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
PLEASE let me know whatcha think!
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, very mild R
Spoilers: Um... dunno
Category: Adventure, Romance, Story, Angst
Summary: Someone dies, but keeps on living.
Thanks To: Um... the people who helped me:) Specially BrandyB... I got
most of this from a roleplay. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. Send it all to me at: mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
Note: This picks up precisely where part 1 left off. I suggest you
read part 1 if you haven't already.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Stolen Past" (2/?)
By: Penni
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Apartment of Dana Scully
Washington, DC
11:34 PM
Fox Mulder knocked on the door of his partner's apartment. When
there was no answer, he took out the key she had given him and unlocked
the door, letting himself in and shutting the door.
"Scully?" He called out.
There was no reply, but he hear a light thud from the bedroom.
He raced down the hall and in through the doorway.
"Agent Mulder."
Mulder's head shot up and he pointed his gun at the speaker.
What he saw was Alexander Krycek standing beside Scully's limp body,
pointing a gun down towards her head.
"Krycek, what the fuck do you want?"
He smirked.
"What did you do to her?" Mulder demanded to know, seeing the
blood on her neck.
"She's not dead, if that's what you want to know-not yet, at
lest."
Mulder breathed in heavily, "What do you want?"
"I think you know."
"No I don't."
Krycek looked down at Scully, who was beginning to wake up
"Not much... just her."
"Let her go," Mulder ordered.
"Why should I? You won't shoot, you're too scared I'll shoot
her."
"Take me instead, just let her go."
"Never."
Krycek moved quickly.He reached down and yanked Scully to
her feet, practically choking her with one arm and holding a knife
at the opposite side of her throat.
"Move and I kill her," he told Mulder.
Mulder froze.
"Very good. Now drop the gun."
"Mulder, don't!-"
"Shut up," Krycek ordered, hitting her again in the face
with his free hand, "put your gun down, Mulder."
Mulder slowly bent to the floor and lay his gun down in
front of him, never taking his eyes off of Krycek and Scully.
"Krycek, don't you think they'd rather have me dead?"
There was a silence, and Scully decided to make an
excellent use of the heels on her 'casual' shoes. She stomped
hard on Krycek's foot. He flinched, but didn't let go, and in
fact hit her again.
"It's too bad I'll have to kill her."
"NO!" Mulder shouted.
Krycek let his free hand wander down to her chest,
"We could have so much fun..."
"Let her go, you son of a bitch!" Mulder screamed,
picking up his gun and moving closer.
Krycek took out his gun and hit Scully with it in
the base of the skull.
"Done."
Mulder began to cry silently, "You son of a bitch,
I'm going to shoot you! If you hurt her one more.."
"You didn't kill me before," Krycek interrupted,
"and you won't now."
Mulder shot Krycek in the shoulder. He stumbled
back but quickly stabalized himself, shooting Mulder in the
shoulder.
"An eye for an eye."
Mulder winced in pain.
"Now, you can let me out of here, or you can die,"
Krycek announced, pointing his gun at Mulder's head, "put
your gun down."
Mulder looked at his partner, "You promise you'll
leave her here and I'll put my gun down."
"That's a promise I can't make, Mulder."
"Then I can't put my gun down."
Krycek aimed his gun at Mulder's head and began to
pull the trigger. Mulder quickly jumped to the side and
shot Krycek, hitting him in the forehead.
"You bastard!" Krycek exclaimed as he fell.
Before he hit the ground, he managed to shoot Mulder
in the stomach.
Mulder flew backwards into the wall, and didn't move.
Scully stirred on the flow and opened her eyes.
"Mulder..." she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mulder didn't move or speak. Scully dragged herself
across the floor to her partner.
"Mulder."
There was no reply. She felt for a pulse and felt one,
very faint. She sighed and took out Mulder's cell phone to dial
911. Before she could even hit the on button, Krycek grabbed her
from behind, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her out
to his car. He shackled her hands and feet and put a long strip
of duct tape over her mouth before shoving her into the trunk.
He climbed into the driver's seat and drove off to some unknown
location.
DC General
3:46 PM
Fox Mulder gradually came to in room 48 of DC General
Hospital. He tried to sit up but groaned and fell back down
when a sharp pain shot through his stomach.
"Hey!" He called out as soon as someone walked by, "Could
you get me a doctor..."
The person kept walking, paying no attention whatsoever
to Mulder. Soon enough, however, a doctor did come into the room.
"Mr. Mulder, I'm Doctor Lloyd. How are you feeling."
"Where's Scully?"
"Excuse me?"
"Was anyone brought in with me?"
"No, sorry, why?"
Mulder didn't want to answer that question, and he didn't
have to, because at that exact moment, his buddies walked in.
They quietly spoke to the doctor, who nodded and quickly left the
room.
"How much do you know?" Mulder asked the approaching trio,
grimacing as he sat up.
"Probably as much as you," Byers replied.
"Do you know where he took her?"
"Sorry, buddy, we don't, but we can help you find out,"
Frohike said, "who was it?"
"You mean you don't know yet?" Mulder questioned
incredulously, "it was Krycek."
"Oh, shit," he continued, "you probably can't track him,
can you?"
"Theoretically, no," Langly answered, "technically, yes. We
have enough contacts that somebody will know something."
"So you can help?"
"We're already doing everything we possibly can," Byers
promised him, "and as much as I know you want to get out of her
and look for Scully, you can't help her by getting yourself in
even more trouble."
"I know," Mulder nodded sadly, "but as soon as they let me
out, I'll need all the information possible so I can find her."
The Lone Gunmen nodded.
"I told her," Mulder broke the silence after a while, "I
told her how much I was in love with her."
"What'd she say?" Frohike inquired.
"She kissed me," Mulder told him, and saw the rather
upset look on his friend's face, "hey, don't worry, you never
had a chance to ruin anyway."
They all laughed quietly, and the three most paranoid people
Mulder had ever met left the room.
Two Days Later
Mulder walked up to the door of the LGM's hideout, if you
can call it that. He knocked only three times before the door was
opened.
"Mulder. Come in." Frohike told him.
Mulder walked in to the room quickly, "What did you find."
His friends were very quiet for a moment before Byers spoke
up.
"That's just the thing. We haven't found anything."
Mulder turned and went for the door.
"Mulder, we-"
"I have to find her," Mulder cut off Langly, "she's everything
to me."
He left the room.
4 Months Later
Assistant Director Walter Skinner knocked on the door of
the only office in the basement of the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
He heard a slight shuffling from inside and then the door opened.
"Yeah?"
Skinner looked up at the person who had once been one of
the best damn agents in the whole bureau.
"They stopped the search."
"Why?"
"Mulder, it's been four months. An uneventful four months.
They haven't found anything."
"They're not looking hard enough, they're not looking in
the right places. They're not letting me lead the search."
"Agent Mulder, this wasn't my decision-I have no jurisdiction
in this matter."
"Well you have to go to whoever does. You have to get this
search restarted. She's out there somewhere. I have to find her."
Skinner's expression softened lightly, "I can't do that,
agent. I only wish I could."
"You can't help me?"
"No, I can't."
"Then take my resignation letter, and leave this
office."
"I'll leave, but I won't let you quit."
Skinner turned, left the office, and shut the door
behind him.
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THE END (2/?)
@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!@!
Feedback to me at
mrsspooky_dks@yahoo.com
PLEASE let me know whatcha think!