Unhappy Endings
By: Awesomo Fox aka A. Lalad
Category: VA, Alternate Universe, Character Death
Rating: PG-13 (a little violent)
Spoilers: up to the middle of the 2nd season
Note: Pendrell isn't dead...
Summary: Badly managed jealousy and a hostage situation...
aren't all fights stemmed from two men's love
for a woman?
Disclaimer: I do not believe that the characters of the best
television show in the world-"The X-Files" are mine.
I am not THAT delusional. I know that they were
created by Chris Carter and owned by him and 10-13.
I am just borrowing them. I'll do my best to
return them unharmed, but with all the angst I write
(NO FLAMES!!!!) it may be hard. My sincere
apologies.
Thanks To: Trinity: my beta-reader and fellow fic writer.
Another Note: Pendrell isn't dead...(again) and this happens
somewhere in the second season. Forgive me for any
inaccuracies in plot, dates, etc. Also, this story
may contan OOC situations-depending on how you look
at things.
Awesomo is pronounced (and I say this only because it is
so frequently mispronounced) *** Awe-SEW-moe ***
Lalad is *** LAA-lid ***
Feedback: muldersdoctor@cheerful.com
WARNING: OOC situations and angst ahead!
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Unhappy Endings
By: Awesomo Fox aka A. Lalad
For 2 blocks around, the roads were cordoned off,
and it took quite a bit of...persuasion on Dana's part
to be able to get past the teams of police, FBI and
SWAT.
They couldn't afford to loose time by holding her back
every couple hundred yards, but no one would listen when
she told them she was FBI-she needed to see Skinner right
away. But they pushed her back toward the crowd without
hearing her.
And, damn, that pissed her off. How dare they just shove
her back like she was a small child! She needed to get
to Skinner NOW. They were wasting valuable time. Every
second counted.
In reality, it probably only took 5 minutes for Dana to
do 2 blocks and get to the A.D., but it seemed like a
week and a half to her.
She found him standing by a SWAT van, talking into
a hand-held radio.
"I can't believe this-he's one of our own," she heard
him say.
He noticed her, and his expression changed and became
unreadable. Sorrow, anger, shock, and many other emotions
pulled to one facial expression. She didn't know what
to make of it, but it was bad.
"Let me get back to you." he told the person on the
other end of the 2-way.
He put the radio down and looked her deep in the eyes.
"Is he...ok?" she asked, not daring to think to much
about it. She didn't need her emotions getting the best
of her right now.
"Yes, for now. But he was hit."
"How many times?"
"Just once as far as we know. Listen, Scully-" he nodded
in spite of himself. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting..."
He gestured toward her hand. She glanced at the diamond
on her finger, barely 3 months old.
"Yes, so do I." Tears welled up in her eyes.
She could picture the ring on his finger, and the
finger on his hand...his beautiful hands...
God, she loved him. They both had feelings for eachother
from the beginning, but she had scarcely shown hers.
Sometimes she had even ignored them.
He on the other hand...always trying to impress her,
being sweet and cordial, but not knowing quite how to
go about showing his feelings for her...
She remembered the day he had popped the question,
gazing deep into her eyes with his, big, intense
beautiful ones. But he asked her.
He asked her to marry him; words she never thought
she would hear since joining the FBI.
She remembered how he talked and laughed and smiled,
and how at night when they would snuggle up in bed,
how she would hold his head in her arms and run her
fingers through his thick, unruly hair.
People at the FBI talked-of course they did. No one
could believe she was engaged to that...loser, that
dork! How could she stand him?
But she loved him, and he made her happier than she'd
ever been. And they were planning to start a family.
"He want's you in there, Dana." Skinner's strong
voice snapped her back to reality, as he spoke of
the gunman.
"He says he won't do any negotiating unless you're
in there with him. There are no clear shots from here-
and that's our last resort right now, however, if he
doesn't give up soon-"
"NO! You can't shoot him! I'll go in, I'll go in
there if he wants it."
"Scully, I strongly disapprove-"
"Sir, I am not going to sacrifice my husband and
all of those other people inside because you strongly
disapprove!" she glared down at the ground, and
calmed down.
"I'm sorry." she said, looking up at him, voice
softening. "I'll take every precaution. I won't
go and do something stupid, I promise."
He said nothing, but lowered his head and nodded.
She was going in.
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Negotiations were made, Dana was prepped, the
doors were opened, and to the horror of the watching
(and well informed, thanks to the media) public,
Dana was admitted to the building.
It was dark, but she knew where they would be. Of
course-the very back where there were no windows.
Walking through numerous rooms, she understood the
SWAT teams bad position at sniper shots. But she
hoped-no PRAYED-it wouldn't come to that.
Then, from out of nowhere, a calm, collected, sick
sounding firmiliar voice rang out.
"I knew you'd come."
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She wasn't afraid of him-or, rather, she wasn't
afraid for herself. She knew what this man was
capable of. But when he looked at her from behind
the huge rifle he was toting, his eyes weren't
cold.
He brought her to the room he was holding the
rest of the hostages in, and upon entering, she
stopped abruptly when she saw the love of her life
laying in a pool of his own blood.
He was concious, that was good, but it was a very
bad situation.
There were about 5 more people in the room besides
the three already mentioned, but none of them
were injured, just terrified.
The man behind her pushed her farther into the room.
He sat her down in a desk chair with wheels, and
went to tie her hands, when she stopped him.
"I'm not armed." She looked into his eyes, and she
saw the kindness in him break out from wherever it
was hiding.
He allowed her to sit without the ties.
She had always wished they had gotten to know
eachother better. He had always been there, and
word around the Bureau said that he was in love with
her. Yes, very in love with her.
But she never saw the signs. Now she wished she did.
Dana thought they were friends-nothing more.
She looked toward her husband. They had tried to keep
their love a secret in the beginning, but word gets out.
They thought they would loose their jobs, but Skinner
pulled strings for them.
"Can I help him?" she motioned toward the one she loved.
"NO! Let him lay there!"
She bit her lip and tears sprung to her eyes.
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
Dana looked into his eyes-deep into them, but although
they were firmiliar, they were oh, so distant.
But how was she to know the rumors were true, let alone
serious-THIS serious?
"I LOVED YOU!! I STILL LOVE YOU!" he broke down in a
short fit of crying for a couple seconds, when he let
his guard down-including his gun, but his head snapped
back up soon enough.
"You never paid attention to me, after all I did to
try and get you to love me too...then you married
HIM!" he pointed the gun at her husbands limp
body.
"No!" she stood, but he put his gun down anyways.
"But now it's ok." he smiled sickly and walked over
to her. He pulled Dana out of her chair, and
hugged her.
"Now we can be together, because they're getting
me a plane-" he gestured toward the front of the
building where hundreds of feds waited anxiously.
"and I'm taking you with me!"
"I-"
"Shhh!" he placed his finger to her lips.
"Don't talk, my Agent Scully."
"It's not Agent Scully anymore. You know that."
She wanted to kill the words as they came out of her
mouth.
Great way to piss him off she thought, bitter at
herself.
"But it will be soon."
She thought.
"Ok, I'll go with you-"
She caught her husband's shocked glance, but ignored
it.
"Just let everyone go." pause. "Please."
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She was shocked he did it. He let all of them go.
Now only she and he remained.
But everything that was happening was going by
in a blur. She started to get drowsy, and realized
that they must be pumping something into the
building-a sleeping gas or something.
She hoped he wouldn't notice.
But he knew. He knew what she knew. And he got
mad.
It's like a drunk man raving she thought,
watching him stumble around the room, getting
angrier and angrier, and then she laughed.
He spun around to look at her and fell in mid-turn.
Or was she dreaming? No, it was real, she was sure
of it.
But Dana knew that no matter what happened from
here, it would be over soon.
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Even though he had fallen, her captor was no
where near out cold.
She had lain down sometime recently, but when
exactly she had no idea.
Now he lay next to her, snuggled up close, both
arms around her.
He had dropped his gun somewhere and must've
left it.
Dana heard the doors in the front open and
people (presumably SWAT people) move into the
building. It was a standoff now, but they
were fighting a man who was unarmed.
Or so she could see.
But (once again) he was also clairvoyant enough
to sense his surroundings were changing.
He pulled her to her feet sloppily as he picked
up his gun from the floor, where it had been hiding
among some fallen papers.
He should just give up He pulled her over a
little and together they backed into a corner.
She was his shield.
He held her tightly, both of her hands pinned
behind her, but she was in no pain.
The whole situation only registered vaguely in her
mind. The gas was getting to her-she tried not to
gag as nausea rose in her throat.
She saw them now, and heard his voice from
behind her.
"I've got her! Just leave us alone! I'm armed!
I'll do it! I will!"
She couldn't believe all of this was coming out
of this man's mouth! He had always seemed so
gentle...
The room started swimming before Dana, but she
saw the SWAT guys run in from the corner of her
eye.
There was yelling-too much yelling that seemed
to stretch on for hours, but in reality lasted
3 minutes.
She heard him whisper in her ear, "I love you,
Agent Scully."
A shot rang out from behind her.
His lifeless figure fell forward on top of Dana, and
her knees buckled under the pressure.
Men with guns ran forward and pulled him away; his
dead body, eyes still open, mouth ajar.
She reached over and brushed her hand over his
eyelids, closing his eyes.
She never in her wildest dreams thought anything
like this could/would happen.
Especially not to her.
"I'm sorry it turned out like this Mulder." she
whispered to him, and then, in spite of herself,
kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Agent Pendrell?" a man behind her touched her
shoulder. A paramedic.
"Are you hurt?"
She nodded, and wiped away the tears.
"Yes." she said. "I think my heart is broken."
Fini
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Whaddya think? Was it any good? Did I have you
fooled? Did you figure it out before the end?
Did you like it? Did you hate it?
TELL ME PLEASE!!
Feedback (I have a feeling I'll get flames for this
one!) can be sent to: muldersdoctor@cheerful.com
"A writer is a person who has taught their mind to
MISBEHAVE..."
~Stephen King
By: Awesomo Fox aka A. Lalad
Category: VA, Alternate Universe, Character Death
Rating: PG-13 (a little violent)
Spoilers: up to the middle of the 2nd season
Note: Pendrell isn't dead...
Summary: Badly managed jealousy and a hostage situation...
aren't all fights stemmed from two men's love
for a woman?
Disclaimer: I do not believe that the characters of the best
television show in the world-"The X-Files" are mine.
I am not THAT delusional. I know that they were
created by Chris Carter and owned by him and 10-13.
I am just borrowing them. I'll do my best to
return them unharmed, but with all the angst I write
(NO FLAMES!!!!) it may be hard. My sincere
apologies.
Thanks To: Trinity: my beta-reader and fellow fic writer.
Another Note: Pendrell isn't dead...(again) and this happens
somewhere in the second season. Forgive me for any
inaccuracies in plot, dates, etc. Also, this story
may contan OOC situations-depending on how you look
at things.
Awesomo is pronounced (and I say this only because it is
so frequently mispronounced) *** Awe-SEW-moe ***
Lalad is *** LAA-lid ***
Feedback: muldersdoctor@cheerful.com
WARNING: OOC situations and angst ahead!
#######
Become Part of the Fox's Boxers and Socks Academy Today!
#######
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Unhappy Endings
By: Awesomo Fox aka A. Lalad
For 2 blocks around, the roads were cordoned off,
and it took quite a bit of...persuasion on Dana's part
to be able to get past the teams of police, FBI and
SWAT.
They couldn't afford to loose time by holding her back
every couple hundred yards, but no one would listen when
she told them she was FBI-she needed to see Skinner right
away. But they pushed her back toward the crowd without
hearing her.
And, damn, that pissed her off. How dare they just shove
her back like she was a small child! She needed to get
to Skinner NOW. They were wasting valuable time. Every
second counted.
In reality, it probably only took 5 minutes for Dana to
do 2 blocks and get to the A.D., but it seemed like a
week and a half to her.
She found him standing by a SWAT van, talking into
a hand-held radio.
"I can't believe this-he's one of our own," she heard
him say.
He noticed her, and his expression changed and became
unreadable. Sorrow, anger, shock, and many other emotions
pulled to one facial expression. She didn't know what
to make of it, but it was bad.
"Let me get back to you." he told the person on the
other end of the 2-way.
He put the radio down and looked her deep in the eyes.
"Is he...ok?" she asked, not daring to think to much
about it. She didn't need her emotions getting the best
of her right now.
"Yes, for now. But he was hit."
"How many times?"
"Just once as far as we know. Listen, Scully-" he nodded
in spite of himself. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting..."
He gestured toward her hand. She glanced at the diamond
on her finger, barely 3 months old.
"Yes, so do I." Tears welled up in her eyes.
She could picture the ring on his finger, and the
finger on his hand...his beautiful hands...
God, she loved him. They both had feelings for eachother
from the beginning, but she had scarcely shown hers.
Sometimes she had even ignored them.
He on the other hand...always trying to impress her,
being sweet and cordial, but not knowing quite how to
go about showing his feelings for her...
She remembered the day he had popped the question,
gazing deep into her eyes with his, big, intense
beautiful ones. But he asked her.
He asked her to marry him; words she never thought
she would hear since joining the FBI.
She remembered how he talked and laughed and smiled,
and how at night when they would snuggle up in bed,
how she would hold his head in her arms and run her
fingers through his thick, unruly hair.
People at the FBI talked-of course they did. No one
could believe she was engaged to that...loser, that
dork! How could she stand him?
But she loved him, and he made her happier than she'd
ever been. And they were planning to start a family.
"He want's you in there, Dana." Skinner's strong
voice snapped her back to reality, as he spoke of
the gunman.
"He says he won't do any negotiating unless you're
in there with him. There are no clear shots from here-
and that's our last resort right now, however, if he
doesn't give up soon-"
"NO! You can't shoot him! I'll go in, I'll go in
there if he wants it."
"Scully, I strongly disapprove-"
"Sir, I am not going to sacrifice my husband and
all of those other people inside because you strongly
disapprove!" she glared down at the ground, and
calmed down.
"I'm sorry." she said, looking up at him, voice
softening. "I'll take every precaution. I won't
go and do something stupid, I promise."
He said nothing, but lowered his head and nodded.
She was going in.
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Negotiations were made, Dana was prepped, the
doors were opened, and to the horror of the watching
(and well informed, thanks to the media) public,
Dana was admitted to the building.
It was dark, but she knew where they would be. Of
course-the very back where there were no windows.
Walking through numerous rooms, she understood the
SWAT teams bad position at sniper shots. But she
hoped-no PRAYED-it wouldn't come to that.
Then, from out of nowhere, a calm, collected, sick
sounding firmiliar voice rang out.
"I knew you'd come."
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
She wasn't afraid of him-or, rather, she wasn't
afraid for herself. She knew what this man was
capable of. But when he looked at her from behind
the huge rifle he was toting, his eyes weren't
cold.
He brought her to the room he was holding the
rest of the hostages in, and upon entering, she
stopped abruptly when she saw the love of her life
laying in a pool of his own blood.
He was concious, that was good, but it was a very
bad situation.
There were about 5 more people in the room besides
the three already mentioned, but none of them
were injured, just terrified.
The man behind her pushed her farther into the room.
He sat her down in a desk chair with wheels, and
went to tie her hands, when she stopped him.
"I'm not armed." She looked into his eyes, and she
saw the kindness in him break out from wherever it
was hiding.
He allowed her to sit without the ties.
She had always wished they had gotten to know
eachother better. He had always been there, and
word around the Bureau said that he was in love with
her. Yes, very in love with her.
But she never saw the signs. Now she wished she did.
Dana thought they were friends-nothing more.
She looked toward her husband. They had tried to keep
their love a secret in the beginning, but word gets out.
They thought they would loose their jobs, but Skinner
pulled strings for them.
"Can I help him?" she motioned toward the one she loved.
"NO! Let him lay there!"
She bit her lip and tears sprung to her eyes.
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
Dana looked into his eyes-deep into them, but although
they were firmiliar, they were oh, so distant.
But how was she to know the rumors were true, let alone
serious-THIS serious?
"I LOVED YOU!! I STILL LOVE YOU!" he broke down in a
short fit of crying for a couple seconds, when he let
his guard down-including his gun, but his head snapped
back up soon enough.
"You never paid attention to me, after all I did to
try and get you to love me too...then you married
HIM!" he pointed the gun at her husbands limp
body.
"No!" she stood, but he put his gun down anyways.
"But now it's ok." he smiled sickly and walked over
to her. He pulled Dana out of her chair, and
hugged her.
"Now we can be together, because they're getting
me a plane-" he gestured toward the front of the
building where hundreds of feds waited anxiously.
"and I'm taking you with me!"
"I-"
"Shhh!" he placed his finger to her lips.
"Don't talk, my Agent Scully."
"It's not Agent Scully anymore. You know that."
She wanted to kill the words as they came out of her
mouth.
Great way to piss him off she thought, bitter at
herself.
"But it will be soon."
She thought.
"Ok, I'll go with you-"
She caught her husband's shocked glance, but ignored
it.
"Just let everyone go." pause. "Please."
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
She was shocked he did it. He let all of them go.
Now only she and he remained.
But everything that was happening was going by
in a blur. She started to get drowsy, and realized
that they must be pumping something into the
building-a sleeping gas or something.
She hoped he wouldn't notice.
But he knew. He knew what she knew. And he got
mad.
It's like a drunk man raving she thought,
watching him stumble around the room, getting
angrier and angrier, and then she laughed.
He spun around to look at her and fell in mid-turn.
Or was she dreaming? No, it was real, she was sure
of it.
But Dana knew that no matter what happened from
here, it would be over soon.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Even though he had fallen, her captor was no
where near out cold.
She had lain down sometime recently, but when
exactly she had no idea.
Now he lay next to her, snuggled up close, both
arms around her.
He had dropped his gun somewhere and must've
left it.
Dana heard the doors in the front open and
people (presumably SWAT people) move into the
building. It was a standoff now, but they
were fighting a man who was unarmed.
Or so she could see.
But (once again) he was also clairvoyant enough
to sense his surroundings were changing.
He pulled her to her feet sloppily as he picked
up his gun from the floor, where it had been hiding
among some fallen papers.
He should just give up He pulled her over a
little and together they backed into a corner.
She was his shield.
He held her tightly, both of her hands pinned
behind her, but she was in no pain.
The whole situation only registered vaguely in her
mind. The gas was getting to her-she tried not to
gag as nausea rose in her throat.
She saw them now, and heard his voice from
behind her.
"I've got her! Just leave us alone! I'm armed!
I'll do it! I will!"
She couldn't believe all of this was coming out
of this man's mouth! He had always seemed so
gentle...
The room started swimming before Dana, but she
saw the SWAT guys run in from the corner of her
eye.
There was yelling-too much yelling that seemed
to stretch on for hours, but in reality lasted
3 minutes.
She heard him whisper in her ear, "I love you,
Agent Scully."
A shot rang out from behind her.
His lifeless figure fell forward on top of Dana, and
her knees buckled under the pressure.
Men with guns ran forward and pulled him away; his
dead body, eyes still open, mouth ajar.
She reached over and brushed her hand over his
eyelids, closing his eyes.
She never in her wildest dreams thought anything
like this could/would happen.
Especially not to her.
"I'm sorry it turned out like this Mulder." she
whispered to him, and then, in spite of herself,
kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Agent Pendrell?" a man behind her touched her
shoulder. A paramedic.
"Are you hurt?"
She nodded, and wiped away the tears.
"Yes." she said. "I think my heart is broken."
Fini
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
Whaddya think? Was it any good? Did I have you
fooled? Did you figure it out before the end?
Did you like it? Did you hate it?
TELL ME PLEASE!!
Feedback (I have a feeling I'll get flames for this
one!) can be sent to: muldersdoctor@cheerful.com
"A writer is a person who has taught their mind to
MISBEHAVE..."
~Stephen King
