A/n: Sorry it took so long for Chapter Seven it wouldn't let me upload anything! There should be one more chapter after this.

Let me know what you think… I know it happens in most fics – the whole Scully is the 'damsel in distress' scenario… It just came to mind so hopefully you don't mind.

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Chapter Eight:

Mulder felt terrified, and helpless about leaving Scully there. But it was the only way. He drove as fast as he dared towards the correct street, he didn't want to end up killing himself, because then there would be two dead agents.

He parked his car on the street, and ran straight to the front door of the house, banging on it furiously. "Open the door!" He didn't give him a chance to get out any other way; he kicked the door in, and checked every room, gun drawn and ready to shoot him without hesitation.

He found nothing. He stood in the middle of the man's house, which was mostly bare, and he tried to figure out where the killer would be. He could be anywhere. But maybe the killer watched what he was doing; maybe he went to wherever the victim was… Oh god, Scully! She was in danger no matter where this man was, but Mulder was not going to let him kill her.

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He'd driven even faster back to the Motel; there was a gathering of people outside Scully's apartment listening to her screams. The owner of the Motel looked at him shocked.

"I thought you were…" He looked at the apartment door. And the people surrounding it looked back at Mulder.

"The police are busy searching for Lizzie." An old woman informed him. "They can't come for domestic disturbances."

"That's not what it is! The killer – the one killing those woman and children is after her – oh god what the hell am I wasting my time doing this for?" He searched the faces and didn't see the father they'd talked to. He burst into his room.

Scully was pinned to the wall by her wrists, some invisible force holding her there. She was thrashing her legs around and her mouth was tightly shut, he knew this was of her own will though; she was trying not to scream.

He looked furtively around the room, and touched Scully's arm. The moment he touched her she fell, and he caught her head before it hit the ground. She was panting, and her skin was slick with sweat. He was about to yell for an ambulance, when he felt himself slowly lose control of his body.

First his legs and it slowly moved up so he couldn't even open his mouth to speak, his eyes looked down at Scully's terrified ones. Scully could move now, and she moved sluggishly in his stiff arms, she leant up and crying, whispered in his ear. "I love you," he wanted to answer, wanted to say he loved her too. What if they died? What if she never found out how much he cared for her? He knew he shouldn't be concerned over something like that at this time.

He saw her jerk away from him in pain and by whatever force it was, she flew back until she was thrown backwards, her head made an ominous crack as it hit the wall, and she then sat slumped against it. Her eyes rolling back; he noticed blood seeping from her lower belly, staining her t-shirt. Inside he was screaming, and tears poured down his face from the effort to move, and from the pain he felt for Scully.

He was not going to watch her die, he was going to save her, and he had to save her! He couldn't move. He struggled against the invisible bonds that held him, but couldn't move. Scully lay still and he wasn't even sure she was alive; he felt something cover his nose and mouth, and found he couldn't breath. Panic welled up inside of him, oh God; they were both going to die.

A gunshot sounded, slicing through the air and making both Mulder and Scully slump further from their stiff positions and straight to the ground. Mulder clutched at his throat with his hands, seeing black around the edges of his vision he crawled towards Scully.

He closed his eyes tightly and opened them willing his vision to clear. He still couldn't see well, but he could see her staring back; she blinked, once, twice, she was alive. Scully wasn't dead, she wasn't dead! He tried to smile, and his hand reached out and grasped hers, but his vision blurred, and everything became black.

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Mulder woke, and straight away recognised that he was in a hospital. He looked to his right and saw Scully. She was pale, and her hair was fanned out around her head on the pillow. His heart lurched at the sight, but she was alive and that's all that mattered. He lay staring at her for quite a while, in his mind going over what had happened. Who had shot the killer? Where had he been? Why did he go after Scully?

A nurse entered the room, and smiled at him. "How are you feeling Agent Mulder?" She questioned, coming over and handing him a paper cup with water. He struggled to sit up, only then realising he was finding it hard to breath. He touched his throat, it ached and felt swollen. His whole body seemed to ache.

"I'm a bit sore." He croaked out, shocked at the sound of his voice. He then nodded his head side ways towards Scully. "Is she… okay… I saw… Did he take her?"

He felt flustered, and though it wasn't like him he felt scared, and he didn't even want to tell the nurse the truth. He was scared to even say the words, as if asking, aloud whether or not the killer had removed her uterus was some terrible crime.

"She came through the surgery fine. It seems he only made the incision, they didn't get around to taking her uterus." The nurse looked at him sympathetically. She paused, and looked at both agents. "How long have you and Agent Scully been together?"

"Uh," he said distracted, his voice still sounding as though he'd been swallowing sandpaper. "We've worked - together for-"

"Oh, sorry I mean how long have you two been in a relationship. I figured it'd be against policy." She cut in, but with a smile.

"Oh," Mulder blushed. "We're not. In a relationship that is…" The nurse's eyes widened in shock, and she sat down on the chair between the two beds.

"I could've sworn… I'm sorry," she raised an eye brow. "We were going to have to get a crow bar to part your hands… Are you sure you aren't in a relationship?" She looked over at the still sleeping Scully.

"Is she going to be okay?" Mulder asked, suddenly hitting him how lost he'd be without her. The nurse nodded, and got to her feet when her pager went off.

"She'll be fine Agent Mulder," she winked at him, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

TBC