A/N: Keep reviewing!!! Again, sorry if there's any mischaracterizations. Sorry for the long wait before the update. Had things to do. Things to worry about. lol Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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She ran, until she reached the gurney she was looking for. Yes, he was lying on it. HE! Fox William Mulder. The very person she loved, yet despised. 'You can't die!' she thought. She was going to save him, emotional detachment or not. However, the nurse's saw the change in her skin color. She was a little pale now. "Are you okay, Dana?" Lyda asked.
"Fine. Just fine. C'mon. Let's get him in the ER." And so they diligently worked, surgical instrument after surgical instrument and they still hadn't found the bullet. They had stopped the internal bleeding, and extricated the bullet. He was being sent to ICU.
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March 3rd
Fairview Hospital
10:13 a.m.
"Mulder?"
He groggily opened his eyes to see the woman who had been haunting him day and night. "Scully!" He was ecstatic, to say the least. She released a relieved sigh and walked over, sitting in a chair by his bedside. How many times had they been through this? One of them in a hospital bed and the other anxiously waiting. However, she wasn't anxious. She was just...relieved.
"Mulder, I have to talk to you," she said, firmly. "About how you got shot."
He laughed mirthlessly, his self-deprecating smile dimming his features. "Simple. You left me, the X-Files, FBI, everything. I was heartbroken. Agent Whats-his-name decided to call me and needed my help on a VCS case that I had worked on several years before. We got to the hotel, and were unpacking, when...speak of the devil...Dane Malten, the aforementioned serial killer, shot us. He was hiding in the hotel bathroom. He worked at the hotel before, apparently, and had a friend who was big on gossip. Word got in that FBI was here." She wrote it down, but not before a wave of rage crashed inside her. She fumed.
"You were heartbroken?! Mulder, you're the one that started this in the first place. You're the one I caught kissing someone else!"
"Which you never let me explain!" He jumped out of bed, removing all IVs to the best of his knowledge and grabbing his clothes in the corner and hurriedly shirking them on. He disposed of the hospital gown and began to look for his shoes. "You were so busy being mad at me that you didn't remember that there's another side to this!"
"Another side?! Really?" she was close to screaming now. She was furious with him and he was making excuses.
He put on his socks and jumped in his shoes, walking out into the hallway. He turned around to face her, seeing that she had followed him. "Yes, there's another side to this! There's another side to everything, but you took the first thought that popped in your head. Where is that rationalized thinking, Scully?! The one you've used to find flaws in my theories?! Huh?!"
"Fine! Tell me your goddamn side of the story," she relented, chest heaving. After this, she would probably need therapy. The nurses were engrossed in this melodrama unfolding before them. They were quite interested, as was everybody else in the room, except Parker.
"A few days before the incident, Skinner called me up for a private meeting, do you remember that?" he started. She nodded. "Well, he wanted me to go on an undercover assignment that the Deputy Director had assigned him. The Bureau suspected that this woman, Delila Hughes, was conspiring against the government and was stealing information from the Bureau's files, which she had access to. She had a Level 4 Clearance Badge." Scully nodded. Mulder paused. "There's this whole conspiracy folding inside the government and they choose one woman to single out," he muttered to himself.
"Go on," Scully ushered.
"Well, Skinner told me to butter her up and charm her and whatnot. She had a tendency to use men, and well...another guinea pig, right? Well, that was a way...the only way the Bureau could think of...to get her confession on tape. So you walked in on me while I was undercover."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" She crossed her arms across her chest defiantly. "You think I'm going to believe that bullshit?"
"Yes! It's the truth, Scully."
"No, it's not! You never fucking loved me in the first place!"
"That's a lie, Scully," he was trying to remain calm. "That was an assumption on your part. I love you, Scully. I'm in love with you. We've had this conversation before." Parker's eyebrow twitched nervously.
"Mulder, I..." She paused, thinking. "You mean that if I call Skinner right now, he'll validate what you just told me?"
"I swear on Samantha's abduction," he smiled. He dug in his trenchcoat pocket and handed her his cell phone. "Go ahead. Call."
.She turned on the cell phone and dialed Skinner's office number. "Walter Skinner's Office," chirped Kimberly.
"Um...May I speak to AD Skinner, please?"
She gasped. "Agent Scully? Oh my--they said you quit! Yes, I'll connect you now." She heard a dull clicking sound.
"Skinner," he greeted.
"Sir?"
"Agent Scully! What can I do for you?"
"Um...Did you assign Mulder on an undercover project that I knew nothing about? That invovled a Delila Hughes?"
There was a long pause. "Yes. I'm sorry, but we couldn't tell you. We just hoped that we'd catch her and you'd never know the wiser. I heard that you quit the Bureau over that. I'm really sorry, Agent Scully, but that information couldn't be revealed. Even to a trustworthy agent like yourself."
"I see. Thank you, Sir."
"No problem."
She clicked 'End'. She handed the phone back to him. "See? It wasn't bullshit after all, now was it? Do you believe me now?"
She quickly processed everything in her mind. She enveloped him in a hug, tears quickly dripping down her cheeks. "Oh God, Mulder...I'm sorry." He wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"It's okay, Scully," he consoled. He held her closer. The nurses were happily enjoying this little spectacle. It wasn't very often that a romantic drama unfolded beneath their very eyes. Parker set down the clipboard he was holding and skulked over.
"Hello. Who are you?" Parker greeted, cheerily.
"I'm...uh...Mulder."
"Right. Mulder."
"And who are you?"
"I'm Parker Stevenson," he shook Mulder's hand fiercely. "I'm Dana's fiance." He smiled viciously. Mulder's smile fell. "In fact, we're expecting."
"Uh...Right. Scully's...fiance. And you guys are expecting? That--That's wonderful." His smile fell. "Um...Scully, call me if you need me. You know my cell number. Or call the Gunmen. They can help you, maybe. Um...I hope you guys live happily ever after. Don't forget to invite me to the wedding." He walked out of the hospital, tears spilling onto his cheeks as Parker Stevenson's face lit up with malicious happiness.
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A/N-What do you think?? PLEASE!! I'm begging you!! REVIEW!!! XD No reviews, no chapter!
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She ran, until she reached the gurney she was looking for. Yes, he was lying on it. HE! Fox William Mulder. The very person she loved, yet despised. 'You can't die!' she thought. She was going to save him, emotional detachment or not. However, the nurse's saw the change in her skin color. She was a little pale now. "Are you okay, Dana?" Lyda asked.
"Fine. Just fine. C'mon. Let's get him in the ER." And so they diligently worked, surgical instrument after surgical instrument and they still hadn't found the bullet. They had stopped the internal bleeding, and extricated the bullet. He was being sent to ICU.
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March 3rd
Fairview Hospital
10:13 a.m.
"Mulder?"
He groggily opened his eyes to see the woman who had been haunting him day and night. "Scully!" He was ecstatic, to say the least. She released a relieved sigh and walked over, sitting in a chair by his bedside. How many times had they been through this? One of them in a hospital bed and the other anxiously waiting. However, she wasn't anxious. She was just...relieved.
"Mulder, I have to talk to you," she said, firmly. "About how you got shot."
He laughed mirthlessly, his self-deprecating smile dimming his features. "Simple. You left me, the X-Files, FBI, everything. I was heartbroken. Agent Whats-his-name decided to call me and needed my help on a VCS case that I had worked on several years before. We got to the hotel, and were unpacking, when...speak of the devil...Dane Malten, the aforementioned serial killer, shot us. He was hiding in the hotel bathroom. He worked at the hotel before, apparently, and had a friend who was big on gossip. Word got in that FBI was here." She wrote it down, but not before a wave of rage crashed inside her. She fumed.
"You were heartbroken?! Mulder, you're the one that started this in the first place. You're the one I caught kissing someone else!"
"Which you never let me explain!" He jumped out of bed, removing all IVs to the best of his knowledge and grabbing his clothes in the corner and hurriedly shirking them on. He disposed of the hospital gown and began to look for his shoes. "You were so busy being mad at me that you didn't remember that there's another side to this!"
"Another side?! Really?" she was close to screaming now. She was furious with him and he was making excuses.
He put on his socks and jumped in his shoes, walking out into the hallway. He turned around to face her, seeing that she had followed him. "Yes, there's another side to this! There's another side to everything, but you took the first thought that popped in your head. Where is that rationalized thinking, Scully?! The one you've used to find flaws in my theories?! Huh?!"
"Fine! Tell me your goddamn side of the story," she relented, chest heaving. After this, she would probably need therapy. The nurses were engrossed in this melodrama unfolding before them. They were quite interested, as was everybody else in the room, except Parker.
"A few days before the incident, Skinner called me up for a private meeting, do you remember that?" he started. She nodded. "Well, he wanted me to go on an undercover assignment that the Deputy Director had assigned him. The Bureau suspected that this woman, Delila Hughes, was conspiring against the government and was stealing information from the Bureau's files, which she had access to. She had a Level 4 Clearance Badge." Scully nodded. Mulder paused. "There's this whole conspiracy folding inside the government and they choose one woman to single out," he muttered to himself.
"Go on," Scully ushered.
"Well, Skinner told me to butter her up and charm her and whatnot. She had a tendency to use men, and well...another guinea pig, right? Well, that was a way...the only way the Bureau could think of...to get her confession on tape. So you walked in on me while I was undercover."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" She crossed her arms across her chest defiantly. "You think I'm going to believe that bullshit?"
"Yes! It's the truth, Scully."
"No, it's not! You never fucking loved me in the first place!"
"That's a lie, Scully," he was trying to remain calm. "That was an assumption on your part. I love you, Scully. I'm in love with you. We've had this conversation before." Parker's eyebrow twitched nervously.
"Mulder, I..." She paused, thinking. "You mean that if I call Skinner right now, he'll validate what you just told me?"
"I swear on Samantha's abduction," he smiled. He dug in his trenchcoat pocket and handed her his cell phone. "Go ahead. Call."
.She turned on the cell phone and dialed Skinner's office number. "Walter Skinner's Office," chirped Kimberly.
"Um...May I speak to AD Skinner, please?"
She gasped. "Agent Scully? Oh my--they said you quit! Yes, I'll connect you now." She heard a dull clicking sound.
"Skinner," he greeted.
"Sir?"
"Agent Scully! What can I do for you?"
"Um...Did you assign Mulder on an undercover project that I knew nothing about? That invovled a Delila Hughes?"
There was a long pause. "Yes. I'm sorry, but we couldn't tell you. We just hoped that we'd catch her and you'd never know the wiser. I heard that you quit the Bureau over that. I'm really sorry, Agent Scully, but that information couldn't be revealed. Even to a trustworthy agent like yourself."
"I see. Thank you, Sir."
"No problem."
She clicked 'End'. She handed the phone back to him. "See? It wasn't bullshit after all, now was it? Do you believe me now?"
She quickly processed everything in her mind. She enveloped him in a hug, tears quickly dripping down her cheeks. "Oh God, Mulder...I'm sorry." He wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"It's okay, Scully," he consoled. He held her closer. The nurses were happily enjoying this little spectacle. It wasn't very often that a romantic drama unfolded beneath their very eyes. Parker set down the clipboard he was holding and skulked over.
"Hello. Who are you?" Parker greeted, cheerily.
"I'm...uh...Mulder."
"Right. Mulder."
"And who are you?"
"I'm Parker Stevenson," he shook Mulder's hand fiercely. "I'm Dana's fiance." He smiled viciously. Mulder's smile fell. "In fact, we're expecting."
"Uh...Right. Scully's...fiance. And you guys are expecting? That--That's wonderful." His smile fell. "Um...Scully, call me if you need me. You know my cell number. Or call the Gunmen. They can help you, maybe. Um...I hope you guys live happily ever after. Don't forget to invite me to the wedding." He walked out of the hospital, tears spilling onto his cheeks as Parker Stevenson's face lit up with malicious happiness.
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A/N-What do you think?? PLEASE!! I'm begging you!! REVIEW!!! XD No reviews, no chapter!