Title: Catching a Break
Disclaimer: I am poor. There can be no doubt about it. I am the poorest girl in the world. You can sue me if you want, but you won't get anything. I don't even have a college fund. These characters, settings, etc. are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and some other companies who do not need my money. I'm just borrowing these things for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Mulder and Scully just can't catch a break. Coming back from a small town in the middle of nowhere, they stop to rest a moment in a quiet town just off the interstate. Everything goes wrong and Mulder and Scully are once again in danger. Just another day... Completely shipper.
Author's Note: So, I read your reviews and had my sister threaten my life if I didn't write another chapter immediately. Now, I fear your and her wraths so instead of doing my chemistry homework and Spanish project, I'm typing you a new chapter. Plus I'm going to mess with your heads and change the point of view from Scully to Mulder. Happy now?
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At first I stayed down because I really thought she shot me. I heard Scully being pulled away by Rick the psychopath almost as soon as I hit the floor. Once they were gone the FBI came rushing in and Skinner ran over to me. When had he gotten here?
I decided to look down and see how bad my wound was. How come I'm not bleeding? Come to think of it, why am I not in pain? Slowly I sat up and I saw a few guys jump back as though they thought I was dead. I could see a bullet hole in my suit jacket, where was the wound. I reached into my inner pocket and pulled out the man's palm pilot. When had she put that in there? Must have been before she kissed me. I was so busy trying to figure out what she was doing, I completely missed her putting it there.
Skinner looked at me funny as I let out a laugh.
"What the hell is so funny Mulder? Your partner just shot you and pulled a Benedict Arnold!"
I laughed harder at his misinterpretation of Scully's actions. She'd just saved my life.
"Don't worry Sir. Scully hasn't crossed over to the dark side." I held up the palm pilot with the bullet wedged into it. "She's a fucking genius!" I turned to one of the other agents. "Okay I need you to have everyone scout out all the motels, hotels, and hole in the walls from here to Vegas. We're looking for a suspicious couple and a woman who seems uncomfortable with the man hanging on her."
"Would you care to explain what's going on Agent Mulder?" Skinner was angry and confused.
"Rick was going to kill me so instead of having him shoot me and possibly kill me, Scully slipped this into my pocket and hit there on purpose. God she's got good aim. Now she told Rick she wouldn't sleep with him until they were married so they're going to get to Vegas really fast because let me tell you, he was really desperate to have her. Scully will leave us the proverbial bread crumbs and all we have to do now is follow or get there first."
"And I thought God worked in mysterious ways. You two are a heart attack waiting to happen."
"Glad to cause you anxiety Sir, but we should work on finding Scully."
God, I loved the way this woman's mind worked. She's just so, for lack of better word, awesome. She was so intelligent and beautiful; I'd loved her for years and moments ago when I was so sure I'd die told her I loved her. Much to my surprise, she felt the same! I still don't get the whole smack up the side of my head thing. I'd have to ask her about that later, but the kiss. Scully really was something else.
I just hope we found her trail before Rick. I don't even want to think about what he could do to her. Sure Scully was strong, hell she could wipe the floor with most of her fellow female agents, but against a man that weighed at least twice as much? I didn't think she could hold him off for very long.
I saw my opportunity to return her favor in the form of a running FBI vehicle. Skinner spotted me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To find Scully."
"We don't even know where she is. How are you going to find her?"
"Call it a feeling."
"You're going to find her on a feeling?"
"Yes Sir. I am."
Skinner chuckled at this.
"Good luck Agent. Call us when you find her."
"Will do Sir, will do."
I took off towards where Vegas would be. After only fifteen minutes I found her trail. There was a motel off the side of the road. The desk manager said he'd been instructed to give me a note by a pretty red haired woman. The note read:
Dear Mulder,
You are invited to a wedding. 8:00 PM the Chapel o' Love on the outskirts of Vegas (but you knew that). You bring the badge, I'll bring the fugitive. See you there.
~Scully~
Very funny Scully. I pulled out my cell phone and called Skinner and informed of the plan. We would helicopter there and set up undercover as tourists and even the Justice of the Peace. Who'd have thought that I'd see the day where FBI agents had to act like drunken newly weds. I should sell tickets.
It was just a matter of waiting. We were all ready. I was worried. They should have arrived by this time. What if they'd changed direction and that sick bastard was taking advantage of Scully? I couldn't take it if she got hurt; especially not now when everything was coming together for us. Why can't we catch a break?
They were here. The signal came from outside. I was to get out of sight for fear Rick would recognize me and open fire. As they walked in I observed Scully's rigid uncomfortable stature as a very inebriated Rick tried to stick his tongue down her throat.
"Not yet Rick," she instructed him. "The ceremony comes first."
Rick mumbled something incoherent and Scully rolled her eyes. She must have spotted me somehow because she stared straight at me and smiled.
Now the showdown could begin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: See? Mulder's not dead. I don't have the heart to kill him off, at least not in this fan fiction. To CB15: Thank you for your review, it was amusing and motivational. I've read some of your work (but was too lazy to review, sorry) and I like it even though it's not exactly what I prefer. I'm going to go back and find your first story. Thanks again for all the reviews people!! They mean a lot to me. Plus it proves to my sister that my writing doesn't suck. The next chapter will be up soon. Later.
Disclaimer: I am poor. There can be no doubt about it. I am the poorest girl in the world. You can sue me if you want, but you won't get anything. I don't even have a college fund. These characters, settings, etc. are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and some other companies who do not need my money. I'm just borrowing these things for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Mulder and Scully just can't catch a break. Coming back from a small town in the middle of nowhere, they stop to rest a moment in a quiet town just off the interstate. Everything goes wrong and Mulder and Scully are once again in danger. Just another day... Completely shipper.
Author's Note: So, I read your reviews and had my sister threaten my life if I didn't write another chapter immediately. Now, I fear your and her wraths so instead of doing my chemistry homework and Spanish project, I'm typing you a new chapter. Plus I'm going to mess with your heads and change the point of view from Scully to Mulder. Happy now?
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At first I stayed down because I really thought she shot me. I heard Scully being pulled away by Rick the psychopath almost as soon as I hit the floor. Once they were gone the FBI came rushing in and Skinner ran over to me. When had he gotten here?
I decided to look down and see how bad my wound was. How come I'm not bleeding? Come to think of it, why am I not in pain? Slowly I sat up and I saw a few guys jump back as though they thought I was dead. I could see a bullet hole in my suit jacket, where was the wound. I reached into my inner pocket and pulled out the man's palm pilot. When had she put that in there? Must have been before she kissed me. I was so busy trying to figure out what she was doing, I completely missed her putting it there.
Skinner looked at me funny as I let out a laugh.
"What the hell is so funny Mulder? Your partner just shot you and pulled a Benedict Arnold!"
I laughed harder at his misinterpretation of Scully's actions. She'd just saved my life.
"Don't worry Sir. Scully hasn't crossed over to the dark side." I held up the palm pilot with the bullet wedged into it. "She's a fucking genius!" I turned to one of the other agents. "Okay I need you to have everyone scout out all the motels, hotels, and hole in the walls from here to Vegas. We're looking for a suspicious couple and a woman who seems uncomfortable with the man hanging on her."
"Would you care to explain what's going on Agent Mulder?" Skinner was angry and confused.
"Rick was going to kill me so instead of having him shoot me and possibly kill me, Scully slipped this into my pocket and hit there on purpose. God she's got good aim. Now she told Rick she wouldn't sleep with him until they were married so they're going to get to Vegas really fast because let me tell you, he was really desperate to have her. Scully will leave us the proverbial bread crumbs and all we have to do now is follow or get there first."
"And I thought God worked in mysterious ways. You two are a heart attack waiting to happen."
"Glad to cause you anxiety Sir, but we should work on finding Scully."
God, I loved the way this woman's mind worked. She's just so, for lack of better word, awesome. She was so intelligent and beautiful; I'd loved her for years and moments ago when I was so sure I'd die told her I loved her. Much to my surprise, she felt the same! I still don't get the whole smack up the side of my head thing. I'd have to ask her about that later, but the kiss. Scully really was something else.
I just hope we found her trail before Rick. I don't even want to think about what he could do to her. Sure Scully was strong, hell she could wipe the floor with most of her fellow female agents, but against a man that weighed at least twice as much? I didn't think she could hold him off for very long.
I saw my opportunity to return her favor in the form of a running FBI vehicle. Skinner spotted me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To find Scully."
"We don't even know where she is. How are you going to find her?"
"Call it a feeling."
"You're going to find her on a feeling?"
"Yes Sir. I am."
Skinner chuckled at this.
"Good luck Agent. Call us when you find her."
"Will do Sir, will do."
I took off towards where Vegas would be. After only fifteen minutes I found her trail. There was a motel off the side of the road. The desk manager said he'd been instructed to give me a note by a pretty red haired woman. The note read:
Dear Mulder,
You are invited to a wedding. 8:00 PM the Chapel o' Love on the outskirts of Vegas (but you knew that). You bring the badge, I'll bring the fugitive. See you there.
~Scully~
Very funny Scully. I pulled out my cell phone and called Skinner and informed of the plan. We would helicopter there and set up undercover as tourists and even the Justice of the Peace. Who'd have thought that I'd see the day where FBI agents had to act like drunken newly weds. I should sell tickets.
It was just a matter of waiting. We were all ready. I was worried. They should have arrived by this time. What if they'd changed direction and that sick bastard was taking advantage of Scully? I couldn't take it if she got hurt; especially not now when everything was coming together for us. Why can't we catch a break?
They were here. The signal came from outside. I was to get out of sight for fear Rick would recognize me and open fire. As they walked in I observed Scully's rigid uncomfortable stature as a very inebriated Rick tried to stick his tongue down her throat.
"Not yet Rick," she instructed him. "The ceremony comes first."
Rick mumbled something incoherent and Scully rolled her eyes. She must have spotted me somehow because she stared straight at me and smiled.
Now the showdown could begin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: See? Mulder's not dead. I don't have the heart to kill him off, at least not in this fan fiction. To CB15: Thank you for your review, it was amusing and motivational. I've read some of your work (but was too lazy to review, sorry) and I like it even though it's not exactly what I prefer. I'm going to go back and find your first story. Thanks again for all the reviews people!! They mean a lot to me. Plus it proves to my sister that my writing doesn't suck. The next chapter will be up soon. Later.