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: Woo-hoo! To anyone who read my note in the reviews, my computer is barely functioning but I've decided to get this chapter out before I loose it. Thanks for the reviews. Keep them coming. I love you guys! Now, not only will I revert back to Mulder's point of view, but I'll switch to Scully's mid-chapter. Don't get lost. I don't have a map.
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We pick up Scully's trail about two hours after Rick took her at gun point. Damn him. We underestimated him. I wouldn't let that happen again.
Scully had dropped buttons as a trail, but about a mile and a half in she must have run out. Further into the desert, I stooped down to pick up her jacket. A little further, I found her scrunchie but then the trail abruptly stopped.
Where could they be? Maybe they were abducted. 'That's stupid Mulder.' I heard my voice of reason, which had Scully's voice say. 'Think more logically.'
I looked around. There was nothing. A big empty expanse as far as the eye could see.
I thought for a moment that perhaps they had doubled back. Maybe they were already on their way to Mexico and we were wasting our time looking out here. I started calling for her.
"Scully! Scully!" I knew it was probably useless, but I was getting desperate. I needed to find her. My life depended on it.
After moments of futile calling, I half sat, half collapsed on the ground. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. How could she be gone? I loved her.
Skinner stood over me and directed others to keep looking down the road and in the immediate area. I just sat with my head in my hands.
"She's not dead Mulder. We'll find her."
"They could be anywhere. He could have." I didn't want to finish that thought. It was too painful.
It got quieter as agents began to leave. Soon there was only me and Skinner. I was about to get up when I heard something. Music. Music seemed to come out of the ground. It sounded like. AC/DC! Scully!! She was okay. I felt it. I began to frantically look around for an entrance to whatever underground chamber she was in. Skinner looked confused.
"What are you-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
"Listen. Do you hear it?"
He listened for a moment until I knew he could hear the song clearly. We called some agents over and began scanning the ground for a way down.
Finally I noticed a piece of rope lying on the ground. I carefully dusted away the sand until I revealed the edges of the trap door. What the hell was this doing out here? Who cared? As long as she was safe that was all that mattered to me.
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I won our wrestling match. I handcuffed him to a sturdy support pole.
I had grown tired of his curses so I turned on an ancient radio and flipped until I found "Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution" playing on a station.
"You stupid bit-" I cut him off by turning the volume louder.
I nearly hit my head on the roof when the trap door was pulled open. Blinded by the sudden light, I thought quickly. Was it an accomplice?
Mulder!!
"Scully!"
He embraced me, not caring that our boss was standing right behind him. I couldn't have cared less either as I squeezed him back. Skinner cleared his throat and we broke away.
"Good work Agent Scully." He smiled. "It's nice to have you back in one piece."
"Thank you, sir. I'll have the appropriate paperwork ready when we get back."
"That won't be necessary. In fact, you're both on mandatory leave. The OPR almost killed me when they found that between the two of you, you have three months of paid leave. Plus it will make for interesting conversation around the water cooler."
I wasn't sure if I should be appalled by the indication or embarrassed it was that obvious. Mulder slid his arm around my waist. I felt at ease. I didn't care who saw at this point. I almost wanted to make- out in the middle of the OPR meeting that we'd most assuredly be attending in the near future. However, the fact that I was completely in love and my brain was little more than mush when Mulder was around, did not stop my trademark sensibility for showing. I restrained myself from the urge to kiss him there in front of Skinner.
Mulder smiled goofily at me and I must have had a matching smile when I replied to Skinner.
"Whatever you say, sir. Whatever you say."
Once Mulder and I had climbed out of the hole into the glorious sunset of the desert, he turned to me, with love in his eyes.
"Where to now?"
"I'm sure you know of some haunted house around here we can go explore."
"I was thinking along the lines of a cozy bed and breakfast."
"As much as I would enjoy that, I don't think we should rush things. Besides, I'm in the mood for an adventure."
"Really?" His hazel eyes lit up with an excited glow.
"Sure. Bring on the little grey men, the ghosts, the whatever. I'm ready for it."
And with that, we drove off into the sunset. Like at the end of all those movie's and fairy tales. But this wasn't the end; it was the beginning...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Ta-da! So?! What did you think?!? I've already got another story running circles round my head, but if you got a better idea, I'm all ears. Anything off topic, you can reach me at Becca788@hotmail.com or at livejournal.com under fae_de_luna. That's all folks!
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: Woo-hoo! To anyone who read my note in the reviews, my computer is barely functioning but I've decided to get this chapter out before I loose it. Thanks for the reviews. Keep them coming. I love you guys! Now, not only will I revert back to Mulder's point of view, but I'll switch to Scully's mid-chapter. Don't get lost. I don't have a map.
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We pick up Scully's trail about two hours after Rick took her at gun point. Damn him. We underestimated him. I wouldn't let that happen again.
Scully had dropped buttons as a trail, but about a mile and a half in she must have run out. Further into the desert, I stooped down to pick up her jacket. A little further, I found her scrunchie but then the trail abruptly stopped.
Where could they be? Maybe they were abducted. 'That's stupid Mulder.' I heard my voice of reason, which had Scully's voice say. 'Think more logically.'
I looked around. There was nothing. A big empty expanse as far as the eye could see.
I thought for a moment that perhaps they had doubled back. Maybe they were already on their way to Mexico and we were wasting our time looking out here. I started calling for her.
"Scully! Scully!" I knew it was probably useless, but I was getting desperate. I needed to find her. My life depended on it.
After moments of futile calling, I half sat, half collapsed on the ground. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. How could she be gone? I loved her.
Skinner stood over me and directed others to keep looking down the road and in the immediate area. I just sat with my head in my hands.
"She's not dead Mulder. We'll find her."
"They could be anywhere. He could have." I didn't want to finish that thought. It was too painful.
It got quieter as agents began to leave. Soon there was only me and Skinner. I was about to get up when I heard something. Music. Music seemed to come out of the ground. It sounded like. AC/DC! Scully!! She was okay. I felt it. I began to frantically look around for an entrance to whatever underground chamber she was in. Skinner looked confused.
"What are you-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
"Listen. Do you hear it?"
He listened for a moment until I knew he could hear the song clearly. We called some agents over and began scanning the ground for a way down.
Finally I noticed a piece of rope lying on the ground. I carefully dusted away the sand until I revealed the edges of the trap door. What the hell was this doing out here? Who cared? As long as she was safe that was all that mattered to me.
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I won our wrestling match. I handcuffed him to a sturdy support pole.
I had grown tired of his curses so I turned on an ancient radio and flipped until I found "Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution" playing on a station.
"You stupid bit-" I cut him off by turning the volume louder.
I nearly hit my head on the roof when the trap door was pulled open. Blinded by the sudden light, I thought quickly. Was it an accomplice?
Mulder!!
"Scully!"
He embraced me, not caring that our boss was standing right behind him. I couldn't have cared less either as I squeezed him back. Skinner cleared his throat and we broke away.
"Good work Agent Scully." He smiled. "It's nice to have you back in one piece."
"Thank you, sir. I'll have the appropriate paperwork ready when we get back."
"That won't be necessary. In fact, you're both on mandatory leave. The OPR almost killed me when they found that between the two of you, you have three months of paid leave. Plus it will make for interesting conversation around the water cooler."
I wasn't sure if I should be appalled by the indication or embarrassed it was that obvious. Mulder slid his arm around my waist. I felt at ease. I didn't care who saw at this point. I almost wanted to make- out in the middle of the OPR meeting that we'd most assuredly be attending in the near future. However, the fact that I was completely in love and my brain was little more than mush when Mulder was around, did not stop my trademark sensibility for showing. I restrained myself from the urge to kiss him there in front of Skinner.
Mulder smiled goofily at me and I must have had a matching smile when I replied to Skinner.
"Whatever you say, sir. Whatever you say."
Once Mulder and I had climbed out of the hole into the glorious sunset of the desert, he turned to me, with love in his eyes.
"Where to now?"
"I'm sure you know of some haunted house around here we can go explore."
"I was thinking along the lines of a cozy bed and breakfast."
"As much as I would enjoy that, I don't think we should rush things. Besides, I'm in the mood for an adventure."
"Really?" His hazel eyes lit up with an excited glow.
"Sure. Bring on the little grey men, the ghosts, the whatever. I'm ready for it."
And with that, we drove off into the sunset. Like at the end of all those movie's and fairy tales. But this wasn't the end; it was the beginning...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Ta-da! So?! What did you think?!? I've already got another story running circles round my head, but if you got a better idea, I'm all ears. Anything off topic, you can reach me at Becca788@hotmail.com or at livejournal.com under fae_de_luna. That's all folks!