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: I am such an insomniac. I should go to bed seeing as how I have Mass in the morning, but I'll just down some coffee and use some eye drops instead. Glad everyone's happy I didn't kill Mulder. I'm just too much of a softy to let the bad guy win, although I do like to see evil win sometimes; for entertainment's sake. Anyways, where were we? PS: Now we go back to Scully's point of view. But you all could have figured that out, right?
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I'm standing with Rick in front of the fake Justice of the Peace and I realize, this may be as close to a real wedding as I will ever get. Enjoy it while it lasts Dana. I can see Mulder hiding behind a doorway. I'm so glad he's so smart. I don't think I could bring Rick in on my own. He's stronger and while I may have training, a hundred and fifteen pounds, five foot six, will not stand up to two hundred pounds, five foot eleven.
We go through the ceremony as normally as possible. The undercover agent left out all the most important part, but my unknowing captor was too drunk to notice. He was too busy staring at me to care. Finally, we reach the objections part. I look to Mulder to ask if this is my cue. He understands and nods.
"If there is anyone who has any objections to the union of these two, speak now or forever hold your peace."
"I object." I say assured of myself. Rick looks at me like I have three heads. I turn to him. "I'm sorry but I can't marry a fugitive. In fact, I'm going to have to arrest you now." Some agents move in for the kill, but Rick has one trick left up his sleeve; literally. He pulls a gun off his left arm and points it at my head, wrapping one arm around me to hold me hostage. "Any of you move and I'll kill her!" I just want to bang my head against a wall. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You should have known he had one more gun. All the agents freeze and Rick shouts for Mulder. "Where are you?! Come out you smart ass bastard!" "I'm here." Mulder steps slowly out behind the doorway. He holds up his arms to show he is unarmed. Rick starts laughing like a madman; which isn't far from the truth. "I knew you weren't dead. She's too in love with you to kill you. I had hoped she's changed her mind, but you two were plotting this all along." Rick looks at me. "I may love you but I don't trust you." "You don't love me." I spit out, my voice like venom. "You're just desperate." "Shut up! We'll talk later, but now we need to leave, so if you could please excuse us." He pulls me out of the crowded chapel and pushes me into the car. We drive for about an hour before we stop. Meanwhile, my thoughts ran ramped: Got to get out of here; got to leave a trail for Mulder; got to water my plants; got to escape; got to distract Rick; got to tell Mulder I love him. They repeated that way until Rick pulled over on the side of the road. I looked around. We must have been a mile outside that God forsaken town where all this started. There is no place to run. I have no doubts he will shoot me if I try anyway. I've really pissed him off. "Walk," he commands. "Where?" I ask. We're in the middle of nowhere. "Straight out into the desert," he replies coldly. Oh my God. He's going to kill me and leave me out in the desert. I'll never see my family again. I'll never see Mulder again. "Is this that part where you kill me?" "No, this is the part where we hide out until it's safe to flee out of the country. I have no intention of killing you at the moment, but if you do anything stupid, don't think I won't try." "What a relief," the sarcastic voice in my head proclaims; "Stuck with him if you want to live, dead any other way." Oh shut up. I've really got to get medicated for these voices. This week just really sucks! I need a vacation. "Here we are." Rick says. I look around. We've been walking forever and are now even further into nowhere land. I ran out of things to drop as a trail almost half an hour ago, so I left my jacket and scrunchie. He moves a little a head of my and picks up a rope. It's a trap door, in the middle of nowhere. He pushes me down a flight of stair, if you can call it that, into a tiny underground room. I realize this is a childhood play place of his. It's got cookie packages and action figure strewn about and covered in dust. There is a small couch. I wonder how he got that down here. I looked again to my captor. That walk had really gotten to him. He was breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his forehead. I'm a little tired too, but years of running and jumping et cetera had kept me in better shape. Rick places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me onto the couch forcefully. "I'm sorry it has to be this way. I love you." "You don't know what love is." "Then why don't you enlighten me seeing as how you're in love with that bastard partner of yours." I reflect for a moment and look to sum up all the things Mulder and I have. This is kind of hard. "Love is: trusting someone with all your secrets and having faith in them that they will have faith in you. What you have is an obsession." That earned me a slap. But he was still weak. I saw my opportunity. I prayed for strength and tackled him.
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Author's Note: Don, don, don! What will happen to our daring heroine? And where is the dashing hero when she needs him? Find out in our next chapter of: Casablanca! Whoops! Sorry, wrong thing. Let's try that again. Find out in my next chapter of: Catching a Break! Leave me a review if you want more. I need at least four or my bookie will break my legs and trash my house.
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: I am such an insomniac. I should go to bed seeing as how I have Mass in the morning, but I'll just down some coffee and use some eye drops instead. Glad everyone's happy I didn't kill Mulder. I'm just too much of a softy to let the bad guy win, although I do like to see evil win sometimes; for entertainment's sake. Anyways, where were we? PS: Now we go back to Scully's point of view. But you all could have figured that out, right?
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I'm standing with Rick in front of the fake Justice of the Peace and I realize, this may be as close to a real wedding as I will ever get. Enjoy it while it lasts Dana. I can see Mulder hiding behind a doorway. I'm so glad he's so smart. I don't think I could bring Rick in on my own. He's stronger and while I may have training, a hundred and fifteen pounds, five foot six, will not stand up to two hundred pounds, five foot eleven.
We go through the ceremony as normally as possible. The undercover agent left out all the most important part, but my unknowing captor was too drunk to notice. He was too busy staring at me to care. Finally, we reach the objections part. I look to Mulder to ask if this is my cue. He understands and nods.
"If there is anyone who has any objections to the union of these two, speak now or forever hold your peace."
"I object." I say assured of myself. Rick looks at me like I have three heads. I turn to him. "I'm sorry but I can't marry a fugitive. In fact, I'm going to have to arrest you now." Some agents move in for the kill, but Rick has one trick left up his sleeve; literally. He pulls a gun off his left arm and points it at my head, wrapping one arm around me to hold me hostage. "Any of you move and I'll kill her!" I just want to bang my head against a wall. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You should have known he had one more gun. All the agents freeze and Rick shouts for Mulder. "Where are you?! Come out you smart ass bastard!" "I'm here." Mulder steps slowly out behind the doorway. He holds up his arms to show he is unarmed. Rick starts laughing like a madman; which isn't far from the truth. "I knew you weren't dead. She's too in love with you to kill you. I had hoped she's changed her mind, but you two were plotting this all along." Rick looks at me. "I may love you but I don't trust you." "You don't love me." I spit out, my voice like venom. "You're just desperate." "Shut up! We'll talk later, but now we need to leave, so if you could please excuse us." He pulls me out of the crowded chapel and pushes me into the car. We drive for about an hour before we stop. Meanwhile, my thoughts ran ramped: Got to get out of here; got to leave a trail for Mulder; got to water my plants; got to escape; got to distract Rick; got to tell Mulder I love him. They repeated that way until Rick pulled over on the side of the road. I looked around. We must have been a mile outside that God forsaken town where all this started. There is no place to run. I have no doubts he will shoot me if I try anyway. I've really pissed him off. "Walk," he commands. "Where?" I ask. We're in the middle of nowhere. "Straight out into the desert," he replies coldly. Oh my God. He's going to kill me and leave me out in the desert. I'll never see my family again. I'll never see Mulder again. "Is this that part where you kill me?" "No, this is the part where we hide out until it's safe to flee out of the country. I have no intention of killing you at the moment, but if you do anything stupid, don't think I won't try." "What a relief," the sarcastic voice in my head proclaims; "Stuck with him if you want to live, dead any other way." Oh shut up. I've really got to get medicated for these voices. This week just really sucks! I need a vacation. "Here we are." Rick says. I look around. We've been walking forever and are now even further into nowhere land. I ran out of things to drop as a trail almost half an hour ago, so I left my jacket and scrunchie. He moves a little a head of my and picks up a rope. It's a trap door, in the middle of nowhere. He pushes me down a flight of stair, if you can call it that, into a tiny underground room. I realize this is a childhood play place of his. It's got cookie packages and action figure strewn about and covered in dust. There is a small couch. I wonder how he got that down here. I looked again to my captor. That walk had really gotten to him. He was breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his forehead. I'm a little tired too, but years of running and jumping et cetera had kept me in better shape. Rick places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me onto the couch forcefully. "I'm sorry it has to be this way. I love you." "You don't know what love is." "Then why don't you enlighten me seeing as how you're in love with that bastard partner of yours." I reflect for a moment and look to sum up all the things Mulder and I have. This is kind of hard. "Love is: trusting someone with all your secrets and having faith in them that they will have faith in you. What you have is an obsession." That earned me a slap. But he was still weak. I saw my opportunity. I prayed for strength and tackled him.
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Author's Note: Don, don, don! What will happen to our daring heroine? And where is the dashing hero when she needs him? Find out in our next chapter of: Casablanca! Whoops! Sorry, wrong thing. Let's try that again. Find out in my next chapter of: Catching a Break! Leave me a review if you want more. I need at least four or my bookie will break my legs and trash my house.