Title - I Know What You Did . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG
Classification - TRA
Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance, Angst, Charlie Fic
Spoilers - The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Summary - Mulder and Scully help her brother Charlie and end up with more trouble than they bargained for.
Disclaimer - The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
Chapter 9
Mulder awakens, feeling very tired and a little bit confused. Images of the strange dream he had of himself flying come to his mind. He rolls over to grab for Scully and finds her side of the bed empty. Not only is it empty, it's not there. He manages to pry his eyes open and looks around the room, spying Skinner in a chair next to the bed. It only adds to his confusion.
"Sir?" he asks groggily, blinking to try to get things into focus.
"Agent Mulder. You're awake."
"Where am I?" Mulder asks him, looking around to room trying to get his bearings. Something tells him he's not in Scully's apartment anymore.
"You're in the hospital, Agent Mulder."
"What happened this time? Did I go off on some senseless case again?" Mulder groans. "Scully's going to kill me. She warned me to stay out of the hospital . . . Sir? What is it?" Mulder notices a strange expression on Skinner's face and suddenly knows that something is wrong. He fears that Scully is hurt as well, and probably in another hospital room.
"Calm down, Mulder," Skinner says when he notices the younger man becoming agitated.
"She's here in the hospital too, isn't she?" Mulder asks as he tries to get out of the bed. "I need to see her."
"You're not going anywhere," Skinner commands, holding Mulder down and preventing him from rising.
"Sir, I need to see for myself that Scully is okay. You're not telling me anything about her and I'm starting to . . . "
"She's not here, Mulder," Skinner blurts out, interrupting the man's tirade. "Scully's not in the hospital. And you weren't hurt on a case."
"I don't understand." Mulder is visibly confused. "If she's not here, then where is she?"
"We were hoping you'd be able to answer that," a man says as he walks into the hospital room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls a badge out, flashing it for Mulder. "I'm Detective Freeman. I need to ask you some questions, Agent Mulder."
"About what?" Mulder asks warily, looking over to Skinner for some sort of explanation. "Sir? What's going on? Where's Scully?"
Skinner just looks down, unable to make eye contact with the man. That action scares Mulder even more.
"Agent Mulder, can you tell me where you were three days ago around four in the afternoon?" the detective asks.
"Scully and I had a meeting with Skinner," Mulder says nodding his head in the man's direction.
"No, Mulder. That meeting was almost a week ago," Skinner corrects him.
"No, it was just three days ago," Mulder insists. "Today is Friday, right? I took Scully to an appointment and then took her home. I guess it was around four when we got there."
"Is that the last day you remember, Agent Mulder?" the detective asks. "Today is Monday. You've been in the hospital for a few days."
"How did I get here?" Mulder observes the detective and Skinner exchange glances and finally starts to become suspicious of the line of questioning. "Sir, where's Scully? Did something happen to her?"
"Why would you ask a question like that, Agent Mulder?" the detective spits out angrily, grabbing Mulder by the front of his hospital gown. "Where is she? What did you do with her body?"
"Body?" Mulder gasps, his eyes widening. "What do you mean? Somebody tell me what's going on."
"Get your hands off of him, Detective," Skinner booms, his heavy voice serious and demanding. It's enough to scare the detective into backing off for a moment.
"Agent Mulder, you are the prime suspect in the murder of Agent Dana Scully," Detective Freeman rattles off, not noticing the look of horror on Mulder's pallid face. "We received an anonymous report of domestic disturbance from one of her neighbors. By the time we showed up, we only found you covered in her blood. Her body has yet to be found. Why don't you tell us now. Tell us where she is so that her family can have some peace. Her poor mother has been . . . "
"Mrs. Scully," Mulder whimpers, breaking down into sobs. "She must be inconsolable."
"She is, Agent Mulder. So tell us where you put her body," the detective continues.
"You think I did this? You think I killed her? I could never hurt her," Mulder yells, unashamed at the tears flowing down his face.
"What were you doing at her apartment? Both sides of the bed had been disturbed. Were you sleeping with her?" the detective boldly asks. "Or maybe she was sleeping with someone else, you walked in on them, and killed her in a fit of jealousy. I understand Agent Scully was a very beautiful woman."
"Is," Mulder growls. "Agent Scully *is* a very beautiful woman. She's kind and loving and my best friend in the whole world. I would never do what you're accusing me of doing."
"Maybe not willingly. But we found some pretty powerful drugs in your system, Agent Mulder. As I understand it, this isn't the first time something like this has happened to you. Agent Scully found you in Providence, Rhode Island a few years ago in the same situation. You, covered in blood. Two people dead. And no recollection of what occured."
"I didn't kill those people," Mulder mumbles. "And I didn't kill Scully. She isn't dead. I would know if she were dead."
"Then where is she?" the detective yells, the noise bringing Mulder's doctor into the room.
"What's going on in here?" the man asks. "My patient should not be this agitated."
"Your patient is a killer," Detective Freeman says, pointing angrily at Mulder.
"That's enough," Skinner finally chimes in. He stands and gets in Detective Freeman's face, staring him down. "You have no proof that Agent Scully is dead and even less evidence pointing the alleged crime to Agent Mulder."
"Her blood all over him is proof enough for me," the detective snaps.
"You know for a fact it's her blood?" Skinner asks.
"Of course. We ran tests."
"What kind of tests?" Mulder asks. All three men look to him and Skinner is relieved to see the spark of curiosity returning to Mulder's eyes.
"I don't know," the detective responds with an eye roll. "The regular kind, I suppose. The kind that tells me the blood belongs to her."
"Okay," Mulder says, biting his lip the way he does when he's thinking something over. "Do something for me. I accompanied Agent Scully on Friday to a doctor's appointment. She had some blood drawn. Compare those results to the tests your people ran and let me know if they're the same."
"I don't understand why . . . "
"Just humor me," Mulder says, interrupting the detective.
"Fine," Detective Freeman sighs. After getting the doctor's information from Mulder, he steps outside to make the phone calls. The doctor goes with him, leaving Skinner in the room.
"What's going on in that head of yours, Mulder?" he asks.
"Scully's not dead, Sir," Mulder tells him. "Just like I said before, I would know it if she were. I would feel it."
"I believe that," Skinner nods. "But why compare the blood tests?"
He hesitates for a moment, wondering what to tell the man. But the secret's going to be out anyway, Mulder figures. It's better to tell Skinner now than to have him find out later.
"Promise this stays between us?" At Skinner's nod, he continues. "She's pregnant, Sir. If the blood found was recent blood, that would have shown up in the tests."
"She's what?"
"I know what you're thinking, but it's a long story," Mulder says, holding up his hand to stop any other questions on the matter.
"Agent Mulder, you have no idea what I'm thinking," Skinner laughs, not noticing the perplexed look cross Mulder's face. He finally looks at the man when he feels him place his hand on top of his. "What are you doing, Mulder?"
"You're right, Sir. I don't know what you're thinking." Mulder squeezes Skinner's hand and tries to concentrate even harder.
"Why does that surprise you?" Skinner jerks his hand away from Mulder and gives him a strange look.
"Long story," Mulder mumbles again, his gaze turning distant. "The detective said they found drugs in my system. Maybe it was to turn off whatever it was they turned on in my brain."
"You've lost me, Agent."
"There was a rubbing from an artifact," Mulder starts to explain.
"Like the one in Africa that scrambled your brain earlier this year?"
"Not how I would have put it, but yeah. Kind of like that one. But this time, it didn't affect me as strongly. I was able to read minds, but only one person at a time and only if I was touching the person. But it seems to have had the greatest impact on Scully."
"By making her pregnant?" Skinner sarcastically asks.
"We're not sure," Mulder shrugs. "But if I had to guess, I'd say no. I think, however, it made her capable of becoming pregnant."
"And then later you two . . . " Skinner can't think of how to tactfully put it, so he just makes some gestures with his hands.
"No," Mulder laughs. "No we haven't had sex, Sir. We actually aren't sure what happened. Someone, we don't know who, decided to impregnate her for some reason. And we don't know why."
"Is it possible that she was attacked?"
"Not that she remembers," Mulder says shaking her head. "There's a lot more to this story than I can get into right now, Sir. For right now, just know that the people responsible for her pregnancy may also be responsible for her disappearance."
"Where do we start? Who would do something like this?"
"At first thought, I assumed it was our good buddy CGB Spender. But now, I'm starting to smell a rat."
"Krycek," Skinner says. Mulder just nods. "So he has a rubbing from an artifact that's powerful enough to turn on your mindreading abilities and cure Scully's infertility. Then he somehow manages to impregnate and subsequently kidnap her. All of that and he manages to frame you for her murder."
"That sounds about right," Mulder nods again. He notes Skinner's skepticism. "Listen, I know it seems a bit farfetched, but it's ironically the only thing that makes sense."
"Okay. Assuming you're right, my question now is why? Why would he do all that?"
"That is the question," Mulder says. "One we have to answer. Because I believe it will lead us to Scully."
Mulder lets out a sigh, giving his boss a slight smile of gratitude. He's glad Skinner is there to help him. But he's finding that playing this game just isn't the same without Scully. He misses her. He wants her back with him. Back in the office, but mostly back in his arms. And once she gets there, he's never letting her go again.
To be continued . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG
Classification - TRA
Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance, Angst, Charlie Fic
Spoilers - The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati
Summary - Mulder and Scully help her brother Charlie and end up with more trouble than they bargained for.
Disclaimer - The characters don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own therapeutic purposes. They will be returned relatively unharmed to Chris Carter, or whoever wants to borrow them next, when I'm done.
Chapter 9
Mulder awakens, feeling very tired and a little bit confused. Images of the strange dream he had of himself flying come to his mind. He rolls over to grab for Scully and finds her side of the bed empty. Not only is it empty, it's not there. He manages to pry his eyes open and looks around the room, spying Skinner in a chair next to the bed. It only adds to his confusion.
"Sir?" he asks groggily, blinking to try to get things into focus.
"Agent Mulder. You're awake."
"Where am I?" Mulder asks him, looking around to room trying to get his bearings. Something tells him he's not in Scully's apartment anymore.
"You're in the hospital, Agent Mulder."
"What happened this time? Did I go off on some senseless case again?" Mulder groans. "Scully's going to kill me. She warned me to stay out of the hospital . . . Sir? What is it?" Mulder notices a strange expression on Skinner's face and suddenly knows that something is wrong. He fears that Scully is hurt as well, and probably in another hospital room.
"Calm down, Mulder," Skinner says when he notices the younger man becoming agitated.
"She's here in the hospital too, isn't she?" Mulder asks as he tries to get out of the bed. "I need to see her."
"You're not going anywhere," Skinner commands, holding Mulder down and preventing him from rising.
"Sir, I need to see for myself that Scully is okay. You're not telling me anything about her and I'm starting to . . . "
"She's not here, Mulder," Skinner blurts out, interrupting the man's tirade. "Scully's not in the hospital. And you weren't hurt on a case."
"I don't understand." Mulder is visibly confused. "If she's not here, then where is she?"
"We were hoping you'd be able to answer that," a man says as he walks into the hospital room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls a badge out, flashing it for Mulder. "I'm Detective Freeman. I need to ask you some questions, Agent Mulder."
"About what?" Mulder asks warily, looking over to Skinner for some sort of explanation. "Sir? What's going on? Where's Scully?"
Skinner just looks down, unable to make eye contact with the man. That action scares Mulder even more.
"Agent Mulder, can you tell me where you were three days ago around four in the afternoon?" the detective asks.
"Scully and I had a meeting with Skinner," Mulder says nodding his head in the man's direction.
"No, Mulder. That meeting was almost a week ago," Skinner corrects him.
"No, it was just three days ago," Mulder insists. "Today is Friday, right? I took Scully to an appointment and then took her home. I guess it was around four when we got there."
"Is that the last day you remember, Agent Mulder?" the detective asks. "Today is Monday. You've been in the hospital for a few days."
"How did I get here?" Mulder observes the detective and Skinner exchange glances and finally starts to become suspicious of the line of questioning. "Sir, where's Scully? Did something happen to her?"
"Why would you ask a question like that, Agent Mulder?" the detective spits out angrily, grabbing Mulder by the front of his hospital gown. "Where is she? What did you do with her body?"
"Body?" Mulder gasps, his eyes widening. "What do you mean? Somebody tell me what's going on."
"Get your hands off of him, Detective," Skinner booms, his heavy voice serious and demanding. It's enough to scare the detective into backing off for a moment.
"Agent Mulder, you are the prime suspect in the murder of Agent Dana Scully," Detective Freeman rattles off, not noticing the look of horror on Mulder's pallid face. "We received an anonymous report of domestic disturbance from one of her neighbors. By the time we showed up, we only found you covered in her blood. Her body has yet to be found. Why don't you tell us now. Tell us where she is so that her family can have some peace. Her poor mother has been . . . "
"Mrs. Scully," Mulder whimpers, breaking down into sobs. "She must be inconsolable."
"She is, Agent Mulder. So tell us where you put her body," the detective continues.
"You think I did this? You think I killed her? I could never hurt her," Mulder yells, unashamed at the tears flowing down his face.
"What were you doing at her apartment? Both sides of the bed had been disturbed. Were you sleeping with her?" the detective boldly asks. "Or maybe she was sleeping with someone else, you walked in on them, and killed her in a fit of jealousy. I understand Agent Scully was a very beautiful woman."
"Is," Mulder growls. "Agent Scully *is* a very beautiful woman. She's kind and loving and my best friend in the whole world. I would never do what you're accusing me of doing."
"Maybe not willingly. But we found some pretty powerful drugs in your system, Agent Mulder. As I understand it, this isn't the first time something like this has happened to you. Agent Scully found you in Providence, Rhode Island a few years ago in the same situation. You, covered in blood. Two people dead. And no recollection of what occured."
"I didn't kill those people," Mulder mumbles. "And I didn't kill Scully. She isn't dead. I would know if she were dead."
"Then where is she?" the detective yells, the noise bringing Mulder's doctor into the room.
"What's going on in here?" the man asks. "My patient should not be this agitated."
"Your patient is a killer," Detective Freeman says, pointing angrily at Mulder.
"That's enough," Skinner finally chimes in. He stands and gets in Detective Freeman's face, staring him down. "You have no proof that Agent Scully is dead and even less evidence pointing the alleged crime to Agent Mulder."
"Her blood all over him is proof enough for me," the detective snaps.
"You know for a fact it's her blood?" Skinner asks.
"Of course. We ran tests."
"What kind of tests?" Mulder asks. All three men look to him and Skinner is relieved to see the spark of curiosity returning to Mulder's eyes.
"I don't know," the detective responds with an eye roll. "The regular kind, I suppose. The kind that tells me the blood belongs to her."
"Okay," Mulder says, biting his lip the way he does when he's thinking something over. "Do something for me. I accompanied Agent Scully on Friday to a doctor's appointment. She had some blood drawn. Compare those results to the tests your people ran and let me know if they're the same."
"I don't understand why . . . "
"Just humor me," Mulder says, interrupting the detective.
"Fine," Detective Freeman sighs. After getting the doctor's information from Mulder, he steps outside to make the phone calls. The doctor goes with him, leaving Skinner in the room.
"What's going on in that head of yours, Mulder?" he asks.
"Scully's not dead, Sir," Mulder tells him. "Just like I said before, I would know it if she were. I would feel it."
"I believe that," Skinner nods. "But why compare the blood tests?"
He hesitates for a moment, wondering what to tell the man. But the secret's going to be out anyway, Mulder figures. It's better to tell Skinner now than to have him find out later.
"Promise this stays between us?" At Skinner's nod, he continues. "She's pregnant, Sir. If the blood found was recent blood, that would have shown up in the tests."
"She's what?"
"I know what you're thinking, but it's a long story," Mulder says, holding up his hand to stop any other questions on the matter.
"Agent Mulder, you have no idea what I'm thinking," Skinner laughs, not noticing the perplexed look cross Mulder's face. He finally looks at the man when he feels him place his hand on top of his. "What are you doing, Mulder?"
"You're right, Sir. I don't know what you're thinking." Mulder squeezes Skinner's hand and tries to concentrate even harder.
"Why does that surprise you?" Skinner jerks his hand away from Mulder and gives him a strange look.
"Long story," Mulder mumbles again, his gaze turning distant. "The detective said they found drugs in my system. Maybe it was to turn off whatever it was they turned on in my brain."
"You've lost me, Agent."
"There was a rubbing from an artifact," Mulder starts to explain.
"Like the one in Africa that scrambled your brain earlier this year?"
"Not how I would have put it, but yeah. Kind of like that one. But this time, it didn't affect me as strongly. I was able to read minds, but only one person at a time and only if I was touching the person. But it seems to have had the greatest impact on Scully."
"By making her pregnant?" Skinner sarcastically asks.
"We're not sure," Mulder shrugs. "But if I had to guess, I'd say no. I think, however, it made her capable of becoming pregnant."
"And then later you two . . . " Skinner can't think of how to tactfully put it, so he just makes some gestures with his hands.
"No," Mulder laughs. "No we haven't had sex, Sir. We actually aren't sure what happened. Someone, we don't know who, decided to impregnate her for some reason. And we don't know why."
"Is it possible that she was attacked?"
"Not that she remembers," Mulder says shaking her head. "There's a lot more to this story than I can get into right now, Sir. For right now, just know that the people responsible for her pregnancy may also be responsible for her disappearance."
"Where do we start? Who would do something like this?"
"At first thought, I assumed it was our good buddy CGB Spender. But now, I'm starting to smell a rat."
"Krycek," Skinner says. Mulder just nods. "So he has a rubbing from an artifact that's powerful enough to turn on your mindreading abilities and cure Scully's infertility. Then he somehow manages to impregnate and subsequently kidnap her. All of that and he manages to frame you for her murder."
"That sounds about right," Mulder nods again. He notes Skinner's skepticism. "Listen, I know it seems a bit farfetched, but it's ironically the only thing that makes sense."
"Okay. Assuming you're right, my question now is why? Why would he do all that?"
"That is the question," Mulder says. "One we have to answer. Because I believe it will lead us to Scully."
Mulder lets out a sigh, giving his boss a slight smile of gratitude. He's glad Skinner is there to help him. But he's finding that playing this game just isn't the same without Scully. He misses her. He wants her back with him. Back in the office, but mostly back in his arms. And once she gets there, he's never letting her go again.
To be continued . . .