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 12
Krycek is on his way back into the observation room, finding it impossible to stay away. As much as he's in this for the money, having this time to just stare at Agent Scully is also an added bonus. The woman is turning into an addiction to him.
Just as he's walking into the room, he hears a voice calling to him from down the hall. He manages to hide the irritation he's really feeling at the intrusion before turning around.
"Dr. Olanov," he greets the man in his native Russian tongue. "Things are going well, I assume."
"Things are perfect. She's a fine specimen, Mr. Krycek," the doctor gushes. "I don't know where you found her, but she is the ideal host for this experiment."
"Well, I'm glad," Krycek says with another phony smile. "How about we go in and check on her?"
He leads the doctor into the observation room and then from the observation room into Scully's room. He notices with a wistful sigh that she appears to be asleep. He gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, using caution not to wake her.
But she's already awake. And trying her hardest not to cringe at his touch. She figures if she pretends she's asleep, they might let something slip. And if they let something slip, it might aid in her escape. She refuses to have her babies in this place.
She tries to keep her breathing deep and regular to perpetuate her fake sleeping act. It seems to work because the doctor begins to talk to Krycek. Unfortunately for Scully, they're still speaking in Russian. But she listens anyway in hopes of catching something.
* * * * * *
Mulder walks down the narrow passageway leading to what the Gunmen swear to him to be a bay of hospital rooms. He assumes that Scully is in one of those rooms.
"That was pretty easy," Charlie whispers to him, causing a stirring of unrest in Mulder.
"Yes it was," he nods, thinking about how they essentially just walked into the facility. There was hardly any security to bypass. "A little too easy. We need to stay on alert."
They continue down the hallway and are just a few steps from the end when Mulder suddenly stops. Charlie crashes into from behind.
"Mulder, what's . . . "
"Shh," Mulder stops him, holding up his finger to his lips to silence the other man. "Just listen. Do you hear that?"
Charlie listens for a few seconds, but shakes his head when he hears nothing. He points his finger down the other hall where they assume the hospital rooms are and heads off in that direction. Mulder stays where he is for a few more moments before he finally realizes what's bothering him. He has only a split second to jump on Charlie and push him out of the way before the explosion.
* * * * * *
"What was that?" Dr. Olanov asks as the room begins to shake. He looks into Krycek's wide eyes and panic begins to set in. "What is going on here?"
"Just a minute," Krycek yells, taking a device out of his pocket. He looks at the screen and then lets out a string of Russian obscenities before turning back to the doctor. "Intruders. We've been breeched."
"This can't be happening," the doctor starts yelling, using English to be sure Krycek understands him. "No one can get wind of this experiment. We must get rid of the evidence."
"That's not going to be a problem," Krycek growls. "In case you missed it, a bomb just went off in here. *We'll* be lucky if we get out of here, let alone any evidence."
"Well, I can't take that chance," he says, looking at Scully. "She has to be destroyed as well." The doctor pulls a needle out of his pocket and takes off the protective cap.
"What is that?" Krycek asks. "You're going to kill her?"
"I have no choice," the doctor says slowly. "She cannot live to expose this experiment." He sticks the needle into the IV and begins the injection.
"No," they hear Scully yell, as she struggles to rip the IV from her hand. She tries to get out of the bed and make a run for the door, but she's stopped by the doctor. He grabs her and tries to stick the needle in her neck instead, but she manages to wriggle free from him. But not far enough. His hard blow to her cheek is the last thing she feels as she goes flying through the air, hitting the opposite wall with a thud and landing in an unconscious heap.
Two things cross Krycek's mind. The first is a twinge of sadness at the still woman across the room. The second is the strong pull of self preservation. The doctor advances on him next and Krycek does what he has to do. The stiletto is in his hand before he even realizes, and with one quick swipe, the doctor is dispatched.
* * * * * *
It takes Charlie a minute or two to realize what happened. His vision is obscured by smoke and dust, but he doesn't need to see to know that this event isn't something they planned for.
"Mulder," he coughs before pushing himself to a sitting position. He tries to move his limbs and is pleased to find them all working. "Mulder, where are you?"
A painful groan is all he hears under a pile of rocks. He begins to move them one at a time until he uncovers Mulder's face.
"Are you alright?" He takes out the bottle of water the Gunmen gave him and pours a small amount on Mulder's face to help rouse him.
"Trapped," the man gasps. "Can't . . . move."
"Let me find something to help move the rocks," Charlie says before standing up and looking around. He only makes it a few feet away before they hear a loud yell of "No!"
"Scully," Mulder gasps again, trying to move the rocks off of himself. "She needs help."
"I can see her," Charlie tells him excitedly. "She's . . . no! Dana!" he gasps, seeing her fly through the air and hit the wall.
"There's a man with some kind of weapon," he tells Mulder. "He just stuck it in the back of that other guy's neck."
"Go . . . get her now. Poison," Mulder struggles to say.
Charlie hears the urgency in his voice and takes off down the hall to get his sister. He reaches her in practically no time, the bomb having cleared the path.
"Dana," he calls to her, pressing his fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. "Can you hear me? Wake up."
When she doesn't wake up, he lifts her crumpled body into his arms and heads back the way he came. His eyes are starting to burn and blur, impairing his vision. Mulder's labored breathing acts like a beacon to him.
"I got her, Mulder," he tells the man. "The only thing left in that room she was in is a pile of green goo. I guess that other guy didn't die after all."
"Take her . . . out. Needs doctor. Tell them . . . contact with alien blood."
"What about you? You can barely breath and you're trapped. I can't leave you," Charlie insists.
"She's what's important," Mulder says shaking his head. "Take her now or she won't survive. Needs cooling bath. Go now!"
"Okay. But I'll be right back for you," Charlie swears.
"I'm fine if she is," Mulder whispers with his last bit of strength. He watches them disappear down the hall before his eyes finally drift shut, leading him to a world of darkness.
* * * * * *
Scully wakes with a groan, finding herself in very much the same situation she was in before. Except for this time, she has a splitting headache.
"Not again," she moans, letting out a small cry of frustration.
"Dana?"
That voice. It sounds familiar. She pries her eyes open and looks over to her bedside, surprised, but very glad to see her mother sitting there.
"Mom," she says, blinking a few times to be sure she's not seeing things.
"It's really me, Dana," she says with a slight chuckle. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm cold," she says after a minute. "And my head hurts."
"The doctors said there would be side effects from your treatment," her mother nods.
"Treatment? For what?" she asks in confusion before the reality of the situation hits her and she begins to panic. "What about the . . . "
"The babies are fine," her mother assures her, gently placing her hand on her daughter's belly. She gives her a look, though, that seems to say 'We'll talk about why I didn't know about them later'.
"Are you sure?" Scully asks her, tears filling her eyes. "Where's my chart? I want to see it."
"Calm down, Sweetheart," Mrs. Scully tells her daughter. "You're fine now, but it was touch and go for a while. First your blood pressure was too low. And now it's a little high."
"But Mom," she starts.
"Don't 'But Mom' me, Dana," the woman says sternly. "You need to calm down."
"I agree with your mother," another voice says. The women look up and see an older, graying man standing at the door with a nurse at his side.
"Dana, this is Dr. Franklin. He's been taking care of you," Mrs. Scully introduces.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Scully," the doctor says amicably.
"Nice to meet you too, Doctor," Scully says with a tight smile. "Can you explain to me what going on?"
"I will," he promises. "But I need to check on a few things first."
"Please, Doctor," she pleads with him. "Just tell me."
"Dana, I'm concerned about your blood pressure. It's been so unstable and right now it's still on the high side," he explains to her. He whispers something to the nurse and Scully watches as the woman adds something to her IV.
"What's that for?"
"It's a sedative. Hopefully nothing that will knock you out. But we just need you to remain calm," the doctor says.
"I'm calm," Scully insists. "Why give me the sedative?"
"Dana, Honey, the past few weeks have been rather traumatic for you," her mother says. "But we know that you're going to want to know what happened. We just want to make sure it's not going to harm you in anyway."
"Okay, now you're starting to scare me. Mom?" She looks at her mother, barely noticing the nurse leave and then return with someone. "What's going on?"
"Maybe I can help your mother explain," Skinner says as he enters the room.
"Sir. What are you doing here?" Scully asks him.
"Agent Scully, how much do you remember about what has happened?" he starts, ignoring her question.
"Is this a debriefing, Sir?" she asks him defensively, but changes her tone when she sees his stern expression. "Not much, Sir. Why?"
"This all started about two weeks ago when you were taken from your home. Agent Mulder . . . "
"Thinks I'm dead," she gasps, her memory suddenly coming back to her. "They told me when I was at that place."
"Who told you?"
"Krycek. And some blond woman. Maria? No, Marita," she frowns, her distaste for the woman obvious. "Sir, how is Mulder? Does he know now that I'm okay?"
She notices nervous glances between her boss and her mother that rival the ones between her and Mulder. Something is going on, she realizes. Something they don't want to tell her about.
"Mom?" she asks her mother, trying to catch the woman's eye, but failing. She turns to Skinner, hoping he'll tell her the truth. "Sir? Where's Mulder?"
"Agent Scully, don't you want to know what happened to you?" he asks, trying to distract her.
With a frustrated huff, she turns to her doctor.
"Doctor, bottom line this for me. What's my prognosis?"
"The elevated blood pressure is a concern. I'm going to keep you here in the hospital on restricted bed rest for the rest of the week. But you and the babies are fine. Just watch the stress."
"Thank you," she says, turning back to Skinner with a 'are you happy now' look on her face. "I'm fine. My children are fine. Now tell me about Mulder. You just heard my doctor warn me about stress. Not telling me is only going to cause me more stress."
"I'm not so sure," Skinner says quietly in a voice she's never heard before. It terrifies her. "Dana, it's bad."
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 12
Krycek is on his way back into the observation room, finding it impossible to stay away. As much as he's in this for the money, having this time to just stare at Agent Scully is also an added bonus. The woman is turning into an addiction to him.
Just as he's walking into the room, he hears a voice calling to him from down the hall. He manages to hide the irritation he's really feeling at the intrusion before turning around.
"Dr. Olanov," he greets the man in his native Russian tongue. "Things are going well, I assume."
"Things are perfect. She's a fine specimen, Mr. Krycek," the doctor gushes. "I don't know where you found her, but she is the ideal host for this experiment."
"Well, I'm glad," Krycek says with another phony smile. "How about we go in and check on her?"
He leads the doctor into the observation room and then from the observation room into Scully's room. He notices with a wistful sigh that she appears to be asleep. He gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, using caution not to wake her.
But she's already awake. And trying her hardest not to cringe at his touch. She figures if she pretends she's asleep, they might let something slip. And if they let something slip, it might aid in her escape. She refuses to have her babies in this place.
She tries to keep her breathing deep and regular to perpetuate her fake sleeping act. It seems to work because the doctor begins to talk to Krycek. Unfortunately for Scully, they're still speaking in Russian. But she listens anyway in hopes of catching something.
* * * * * *
Mulder walks down the narrow passageway leading to what the Gunmen swear to him to be a bay of hospital rooms. He assumes that Scully is in one of those rooms.
"That was pretty easy," Charlie whispers to him, causing a stirring of unrest in Mulder.
"Yes it was," he nods, thinking about how they essentially just walked into the facility. There was hardly any security to bypass. "A little too easy. We need to stay on alert."
They continue down the hallway and are just a few steps from the end when Mulder suddenly stops. Charlie crashes into from behind.
"Mulder, what's . . . "
"Shh," Mulder stops him, holding up his finger to his lips to silence the other man. "Just listen. Do you hear that?"
Charlie listens for a few seconds, but shakes his head when he hears nothing. He points his finger down the other hall where they assume the hospital rooms are and heads off in that direction. Mulder stays where he is for a few more moments before he finally realizes what's bothering him. He has only a split second to jump on Charlie and push him out of the way before the explosion.
* * * * * *
"What was that?" Dr. Olanov asks as the room begins to shake. He looks into Krycek's wide eyes and panic begins to set in. "What is going on here?"
"Just a minute," Krycek yells, taking a device out of his pocket. He looks at the screen and then lets out a string of Russian obscenities before turning back to the doctor. "Intruders. We've been breeched."
"This can't be happening," the doctor starts yelling, using English to be sure Krycek understands him. "No one can get wind of this experiment. We must get rid of the evidence."
"That's not going to be a problem," Krycek growls. "In case you missed it, a bomb just went off in here. *We'll* be lucky if we get out of here, let alone any evidence."
"Well, I can't take that chance," he says, looking at Scully. "She has to be destroyed as well." The doctor pulls a needle out of his pocket and takes off the protective cap.
"What is that?" Krycek asks. "You're going to kill her?"
"I have no choice," the doctor says slowly. "She cannot live to expose this experiment." He sticks the needle into the IV and begins the injection.
"No," they hear Scully yell, as she struggles to rip the IV from her hand. She tries to get out of the bed and make a run for the door, but she's stopped by the doctor. He grabs her and tries to stick the needle in her neck instead, but she manages to wriggle free from him. But not far enough. His hard blow to her cheek is the last thing she feels as she goes flying through the air, hitting the opposite wall with a thud and landing in an unconscious heap.
Two things cross Krycek's mind. The first is a twinge of sadness at the still woman across the room. The second is the strong pull of self preservation. The doctor advances on him next and Krycek does what he has to do. The stiletto is in his hand before he even realizes, and with one quick swipe, the doctor is dispatched.
* * * * * *
It takes Charlie a minute or two to realize what happened. His vision is obscured by smoke and dust, but he doesn't need to see to know that this event isn't something they planned for.
"Mulder," he coughs before pushing himself to a sitting position. He tries to move his limbs and is pleased to find them all working. "Mulder, where are you?"
A painful groan is all he hears under a pile of rocks. He begins to move them one at a time until he uncovers Mulder's face.
"Are you alright?" He takes out the bottle of water the Gunmen gave him and pours a small amount on Mulder's face to help rouse him.
"Trapped," the man gasps. "Can't . . . move."
"Let me find something to help move the rocks," Charlie says before standing up and looking around. He only makes it a few feet away before they hear a loud yell of "No!"
"Scully," Mulder gasps again, trying to move the rocks off of himself. "She needs help."
"I can see her," Charlie tells him excitedly. "She's . . . no! Dana!" he gasps, seeing her fly through the air and hit the wall.
"There's a man with some kind of weapon," he tells Mulder. "He just stuck it in the back of that other guy's neck."
"Go . . . get her now. Poison," Mulder struggles to say.
Charlie hears the urgency in his voice and takes off down the hall to get his sister. He reaches her in practically no time, the bomb having cleared the path.
"Dana," he calls to her, pressing his fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. "Can you hear me? Wake up."
When she doesn't wake up, he lifts her crumpled body into his arms and heads back the way he came. His eyes are starting to burn and blur, impairing his vision. Mulder's labored breathing acts like a beacon to him.
"I got her, Mulder," he tells the man. "The only thing left in that room she was in is a pile of green goo. I guess that other guy didn't die after all."
"Take her . . . out. Needs doctor. Tell them . . . contact with alien blood."
"What about you? You can barely breath and you're trapped. I can't leave you," Charlie insists.
"She's what's important," Mulder says shaking his head. "Take her now or she won't survive. Needs cooling bath. Go now!"
"Okay. But I'll be right back for you," Charlie swears.
"I'm fine if she is," Mulder whispers with his last bit of strength. He watches them disappear down the hall before his eyes finally drift shut, leading him to a world of darkness.
* * * * * *
Scully wakes with a groan, finding herself in very much the same situation she was in before. Except for this time, she has a splitting headache.
"Not again," she moans, letting out a small cry of frustration.
"Dana?"
That voice. It sounds familiar. She pries her eyes open and looks over to her bedside, surprised, but very glad to see her mother sitting there.
"Mom," she says, blinking a few times to be sure she's not seeing things.
"It's really me, Dana," she says with a slight chuckle. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm cold," she says after a minute. "And my head hurts."
"The doctors said there would be side effects from your treatment," her mother nods.
"Treatment? For what?" she asks in confusion before the reality of the situation hits her and she begins to panic. "What about the . . . "
"The babies are fine," her mother assures her, gently placing her hand on her daughter's belly. She gives her a look, though, that seems to say 'We'll talk about why I didn't know about them later'.
"Are you sure?" Scully asks her, tears filling her eyes. "Where's my chart? I want to see it."
"Calm down, Sweetheart," Mrs. Scully tells her daughter. "You're fine now, but it was touch and go for a while. First your blood pressure was too low. And now it's a little high."
"But Mom," she starts.
"Don't 'But Mom' me, Dana," the woman says sternly. "You need to calm down."
"I agree with your mother," another voice says. The women look up and see an older, graying man standing at the door with a nurse at his side.
"Dana, this is Dr. Franklin. He's been taking care of you," Mrs. Scully introduces.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Scully," the doctor says amicably.
"Nice to meet you too, Doctor," Scully says with a tight smile. "Can you explain to me what going on?"
"I will," he promises. "But I need to check on a few things first."
"Please, Doctor," she pleads with him. "Just tell me."
"Dana, I'm concerned about your blood pressure. It's been so unstable and right now it's still on the high side," he explains to her. He whispers something to the nurse and Scully watches as the woman adds something to her IV.
"What's that for?"
"It's a sedative. Hopefully nothing that will knock you out. But we just need you to remain calm," the doctor says.
"I'm calm," Scully insists. "Why give me the sedative?"
"Dana, Honey, the past few weeks have been rather traumatic for you," her mother says. "But we know that you're going to want to know what happened. We just want to make sure it's not going to harm you in anyway."
"Okay, now you're starting to scare me. Mom?" She looks at her mother, barely noticing the nurse leave and then return with someone. "What's going on?"
"Maybe I can help your mother explain," Skinner says as he enters the room.
"Sir. What are you doing here?" Scully asks him.
"Agent Scully, how much do you remember about what has happened?" he starts, ignoring her question.
"Is this a debriefing, Sir?" she asks him defensively, but changes her tone when she sees his stern expression. "Not much, Sir. Why?"
"This all started about two weeks ago when you were taken from your home. Agent Mulder . . . "
"Thinks I'm dead," she gasps, her memory suddenly coming back to her. "They told me when I was at that place."
"Who told you?"
"Krycek. And some blond woman. Maria? No, Marita," she frowns, her distaste for the woman obvious. "Sir, how is Mulder? Does he know now that I'm okay?"
She notices nervous glances between her boss and her mother that rival the ones between her and Mulder. Something is going on, she realizes. Something they don't want to tell her about.
"Mom?" she asks her mother, trying to catch the woman's eye, but failing. She turns to Skinner, hoping he'll tell her the truth. "Sir? Where's Mulder?"
"Agent Scully, don't you want to know what happened to you?" he asks, trying to distract her.
With a frustrated huff, she turns to her doctor.
"Doctor, bottom line this for me. What's my prognosis?"
"The elevated blood pressure is a concern. I'm going to keep you here in the hospital on restricted bed rest for the rest of the week. But you and the babies are fine. Just watch the stress."
"Thank you," she says, turning back to Skinner with a 'are you happy now' look on her face. "I'm fine. My children are fine. Now tell me about Mulder. You just heard my doctor warn me about stress. Not telling me is only going to cause me more stress."
"I'm not so sure," Skinner says quietly in a voice she's never heard before. It terrifies her. "Dana, it's bad."
To be continued . . .