No feedback so far for the last chapter...so I decided to post this now.
CHAPTER 2
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6:03 AM
I lay quietly in bed, unaware of my surroundings. My head is throbbing, and I cannot remember how I got here.
The gentle breeze from what seems to be an open window dances across my skin.
All is quiet.
The silence is almost erie.
The silence drowns out as I hear shuffling across what sounds like a wooden floor. It sounds like walking; I can feel the presence of someone else in the room. My mind tells me to open my eyes- just for a moment, but my body is too weak and tired.
A warm rush of air brushes past my ear. It was frightening at first, but as the warmth grew more steady, I had a guess of what it was. I forced myself to open my eyes, and to my relief it was merely just the presence of a man whom I knew all too well.
Mulder.
He seemed a bit surprised that I had awakened, and greeted my wandering eyes with a gentle grin. "How are you feeling?" he said with a look of concern.
Despite the pounding in my head and the aching in my body, I attempted to get up out of the bed to reassure myself that everything was fine. I managed to sit up, but my head dropped into my hands like the weight of a bowling ball. I winced in pain, trying not to let Mulder see. With both of his arms he immediately tilted my head back, lying me back down on the bed. I was obviously still in pain, but did not speak. All that I had the strength to do was to give Mulder a look of worry and confusion. "You werent in any shape to walk yourself into your apartment."he said. I wanted to talk, but Mulder knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. "You need rest. I'll explain later," he said with a reassuring smile as he pulled the covers over me.
Scully closed her eyes for what seemed a second, but was surprised when she looked at the clock on the wall which said 9:30 AM. She sat up once again, this time slower, and gathered herself together. She figured Mulder had left for work hours ago, and that she should probably get to work too.
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Mulder hadn't got much sleep that night; checking up on Scully, making sure she was recovering properly. She had a nice sized cut on her forehead, and he wasn't surprised that she didn't remember it this morning when she woke up. He was tired, but was used to staying up into the late hours.
It was different this time though. Mulder and Scully were bound to have accussations against them which held them responsible for the death of Assistant Director Walter Skinner. It was only a matter of time.
Mulder couldn't help but feel twisted inside. This was bound to happen. Ever since Skinner started supporting their investigations and leaking them information, he had a bad name with the government. The government couldn't afford to have Skinner around because it was hurting their greater cause- the government's cause to distort the truth.
The closer they got to the truth, the more his life was at risk. That's how all of Mulder's informants ended up. He somehow thought that it would be different with Skinner, but now he regrets that he hadn't seen the obvious sooner.
But Mulder often thought of how Scully and him managed to stay alive throughout the chaos of this government charade. Through all the chasing, all of the tests, the ailments, the diseases- only to find themself back where they left off.
He was glad he still had her.
The only person he had left in the world that he could trust was Scully. And he wasn't about to lose her. He sat, fiddling with one of his many #2 pencils as he thought about how he would tell Scully about Skinner. Or maybe she'll remember. Then again, it would be better if she didn't.
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TBC
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CHAPTER 2
...
6:03 AM
I lay quietly in bed, unaware of my surroundings. My head is throbbing, and I cannot remember how I got here.
The gentle breeze from what seems to be an open window dances across my skin.
All is quiet.
The silence is almost erie.
The silence drowns out as I hear shuffling across what sounds like a wooden floor. It sounds like walking; I can feel the presence of someone else in the room. My mind tells me to open my eyes- just for a moment, but my body is too weak and tired.
A warm rush of air brushes past my ear. It was frightening at first, but as the warmth grew more steady, I had a guess of what it was. I forced myself to open my eyes, and to my relief it was merely just the presence of a man whom I knew all too well.
Mulder.
He seemed a bit surprised that I had awakened, and greeted my wandering eyes with a gentle grin. "How are you feeling?" he said with a look of concern.
Despite the pounding in my head and the aching in my body, I attempted to get up out of the bed to reassure myself that everything was fine. I managed to sit up, but my head dropped into my hands like the weight of a bowling ball. I winced in pain, trying not to let Mulder see. With both of his arms he immediately tilted my head back, lying me back down on the bed. I was obviously still in pain, but did not speak. All that I had the strength to do was to give Mulder a look of worry and confusion. "You werent in any shape to walk yourself into your apartment."he said. I wanted to talk, but Mulder knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. "You need rest. I'll explain later," he said with a reassuring smile as he pulled the covers over me.
Scully closed her eyes for what seemed a second, but was surprised when she looked at the clock on the wall which said 9:30 AM. She sat up once again, this time slower, and gathered herself together. She figured Mulder had left for work hours ago, and that she should probably get to work too.
...
Mulder hadn't got much sleep that night; checking up on Scully, making sure she was recovering properly. She had a nice sized cut on her forehead, and he wasn't surprised that she didn't remember it this morning when she woke up. He was tired, but was used to staying up into the late hours.
It was different this time though. Mulder and Scully were bound to have accussations against them which held them responsible for the death of Assistant Director Walter Skinner. It was only a matter of time.
Mulder couldn't help but feel twisted inside. This was bound to happen. Ever since Skinner started supporting their investigations and leaking them information, he had a bad name with the government. The government couldn't afford to have Skinner around because it was hurting their greater cause- the government's cause to distort the truth.
The closer they got to the truth, the more his life was at risk. That's how all of Mulder's informants ended up. He somehow thought that it would be different with Skinner, but now he regrets that he hadn't seen the obvious sooner.
But Mulder often thought of how Scully and him managed to stay alive throughout the chaos of this government charade. Through all the chasing, all of the tests, the ailments, the diseases- only to find themself back where they left off.
He was glad he still had her.
The only person he had left in the world that he could trust was Scully. And he wasn't about to lose her. He sat, fiddling with one of his many #2 pencils as he thought about how he would tell Scully about Skinner. Or maybe she'll remember. Then again, it would be better if she didn't.
...
TBC
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