Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the genius Chris Carter, TenThirteen Productions, blah blah woof woof...

Type: Angsty! MSR!

Notes: The name sounds sucky but the story is good! I don't know if I'll write more andI don't know when and I don't know how much if more!

1:21 pm

Alexandria, Virginia

A man with a gun pointed at a woman stood in the middle of an empty parking lot. A few agents and policemen were scattered around them. All but Scully lay on the ground belly down. "Just put down the gun Mr. Todd. It's going to be alright. We can help you." She said about to cry. Her hands were behind her head and she was standing face to face with a man threatening to shoot her. Her eyes darted over to Mulder who lay closest to her. She could see the fear and panic in his eyes. He looked back at her longingly. He had to do something he couldn't just stand by and let Scully get shot. "NO! No it's not! Nothing will be ok! You can't help me! You can't fix anything!" He ranted and waved the gun around a little. "No Mr. Todd. We can help you. We've helped many people that have gone through the same thing you are. Just put down the gun and we can help you," Mulder tried to convince him. BOOM! A second shot then followed a few moments later. BOOM! The noise from the shots echoed off the surrounding buildings. Mulder looked over at Anthony Todd and saw blood running down the side of his face. He glanced over at Scully just in time to see her crumple to the ground, holding her stomach. Her hands were covered in dark red blood. Mulder ran to her and laid her on his lap. He held her close and looked into her eyes. She stared at him, her eyes glazed over. A look of confusion filled them. He began to caress her face. "W-what happened?" She tried to speak but he placed a finger to her lips and she stopped. He was trying to make sense of it all in his head. His lips began to tremble and his eyes watered as hers began to close. "No…no. Scully, you-you can't leave me. Not now. Please. Oh God…please." He whispered to her, holding back tears. Her eyes fluttered open for a second and hope began to arise in him. "Scully. Scully….please…please come back." He rocked her slowly in his arms, not ever wanting to let go of her.

8:26 pm

St. Mary's Memorial Hospital

Mulder had been sitting by Scully's bed all day long just staring at her. "I could've prevented this" he thought. She'd been unconscious all day and he had refused to leave her side. He looked over to find her waking up. "Hi," he said thoughtfully reaching his hand towards hers. She smiled. "What happened? Why - OUCH!" She winced in pain. He calmed her. "You were shot by Anthony Todd. Lucky for him he isn't alive or else he would have to face my wrath." He made a face like the Hulk and she laughed at him softly. He looked warmly at her, happy to see her smile. "I thought I was going to loose you out there. I didn't know what to make of it. It was my fault." "No, no it wasn't. It was no ones fault. It happened for a reason. And anyway I'm fine now." She pulled him closer to her. "Come up here and sit by me." He got up off of his chair and sat on the hospital bed beside her. "Scully I…I need to say something to you. I feel that it must be said now. I can't let it just float there between us anymore. I need you to know how I feel about you." She looked away for a moment but couldn't help to be drawn back into his placid gaze. "What is it?" She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She knew what he was going to say. She felt the exact same way but she wasn't brave enough to tell him. "Scully, I….love you." She let one lone tear stream down her face. "Mulder." She looked away. When she turned back to him she couldn't help but to cry. He opened his arms to her. His firm embrace swallowed her up and she felt at peace. She looked up into his eyes and they lay back on the bed. She laid her head on his shoulder.

TBC! (eventually)