1.1.1.1 Chapter 4.

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1.1.1.3 It watched the woman treating him. She wound the bandage around his hand with practised expertise and precision. A fixed, concerned frown on her face. She kept glancing edgily at the door.

It got it's first fix when she realised that the man's hand had just been crushed in the door jam. It hadn't really meant to do that, slam the door quite so hard. But it got so mad! How could they be authorititive, trained. They were trained to be calm. The usual routine was to start off slow and build up. More fun that way. Plus, it was like a sandcastle, if you ruin the base it all comes falling down around your ears. Crash.

She gained eye contact with him, and held it just that little bit too long. She let her gaze fall and sighed. It looked at them and raised an eyebrow. Maybe it had been wrong. Perhaps they were lovers, or exes. And it was quite logical she could be a doctor. That first aid was no work of an amateur. But that still didn't explain her gun. Oh well, no need to worry about those anymore.

Shock alone wouldn't do though. It needed fear. Real fear. Shock would do for now, but that was just like a mid meal snack. Soon would be time for the banquet.



Scully finished tying the support sling round Mulder's neck, and stepped back.

"Its highly likely you've broken your index and middle finger, but without the aid of an x-ray machine I cannot be entirely sure. The sling should keep you as immobilised as possible until I can get you to a doctor." Scully spoke in the voice of a professional treating a patient. But then her resolve faded.

"What the hell was that Mulder?" She stared at him "Actually don't answer that, I don't want to know."

"Why?" He said expressionless. She looked away.

Mulder knew what she was thinking. She was waiting for him to give her an explanation that she could pick to pieces. Something she could grasp to make a little more sense as to how a door could slam, on its own, with enough force to break a mans hand. Something to deny. So that she could convince herself that there was a more "logical" explanation.

But the truth was Scully's theories were hardly ever logical. Believable maybe, but rarely logical. Full of gaping blanks Mulder would happily fill. Although he never got the chance to present them to the people who need to see. Every blank Mulder had ever filled was stored in the depths of a grey filling cabinet. Braised with mark no-one but him dared to touch. X.

He did respect Scully. She was the only person he would ever trusted with his life. The only person who did not ridicule and laugh at him. She took his theories seriously and respected his beliefs. It was just that she didn't have the same.

"I think," he broke the silence "That it's your turn to see what is behind magic door number 42."

"Great!" She raised her eyebrows

"Scully!" He smiled "Do I detect a hint of sarcasm there?"

She stood at arms reach from the door and tentatively reached for the door knob. She twisted it, took a deep breath, and pulled. And then pulled again. And again. And again.