Title - My Scully
Author - Spookysister7
Email address - - http/ - PG-13 all violence, no lang.
Category - A, ST, UST
Spoilers - Milagro
Keywords - Post episode, Milagro, MPOV
Summary - What was Mulder whispering when he found her body?
Feedback - Please, oh please, oh please! I'm young, I'm stupid, I need help! Thanx! Post anywhere! Just keep my name and let me know.
Disclaimer -
Mulder and Scully are not mine
They aren't making me a dime
They belong to my man, Chris
And Fox, the company of bliss
Skinner does not belong to me
But if he did, I'd be filled with glee
Krycek and Flukie, don't forget Eve
Alright, I'm done, and now I'll leave
But just remember, morning glory
They're not mine, now read the story
Disclaimer poem by: Kelly Paleczny
Author's note - I just had to write what I thought Mulder was thinking when he saw Scully with her heart torn out. Hope ya like it!
Post episode- Milagro- MPOV
My Scully
"Padgett! Freeze! Step away from the incinerator." I yell from the top of stairs, holding my gun on the slimy little jerk.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask as he freezes, and I make my way down the stairs.
"Destroying my book." He answers me, nonchalantly, standing in front of the open incinerator.
"Destroying evidence, you mean." I respond acridly.
"Let me see what you wrote." I say, holding my gun in one hand and snatching the papers away with the other.
"I'll tell you." He says, as if sharing a deep, dark secret.
"He kills her." I freeze at his words and am doubly thankful I followed my gut. I've stopped him from giving these orders to his friend, the murderer.
"You came down here to give these instructions to your accomplice?" I ask, examining the papers for clues to who this accomplice is.
"No. He told me how it ends." A chill runs up my spine as I jerk to look up at this insidious excuse for a human being.
"When?" I ask, not quite believing him. I've been watching him all day, after all.
"In my apartment." He says, as if discussing the weather.
"You were alone up there." I say confidently.
Gunshots. Oh, crap! I hear gunshots from upstairs. Scully! I drop the papers and take the stairs two at a time. How could he had seen someone without my knowing? I think frantically as I sprint up the stairs.
I finally reach my floor. Running down the hall with my gun drawn, I slam open the door to my apartment. I look around frantically for any sign of the accomplice, or, more importantly, Scully. Surely she had to have stopped the UNSUB with at least one of the shots. A splotch of color in the otherwise bland room catches my attention. I see Scully on floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. My emotions war within me, disbelief and horror good companions. I begin to walk towards her body, unconsciously mumbling to myself.
"Oh, God. No. I should have been here. How could I have left her alone? She can't be dead. Please." I bend down over her crimson stained torso, panic and guilt fighting for dominance. Wake up. Wake up! I hold my breath, praying for a miracle.
For once, my prayers are answered. Scully jerks awake, screaming. For a moment, I don't believe she's alive, for a moment I don't think she knows who I am. It's me, Mulder. The man who left you here to die. I think guiltily. Then the moment passes and she clings desperately to me, and I to her. I'm so relived I could pass out, but Scully is clearly in a state of shock, frozen to my shoulder. I'm so happy she's alive, her sudden tears confuse me. Why is she crying? I wonder. Well, almost being murdered will do that to a person. Even a person as strong as my Scully. For a moment, I forget about the suspects, the book, the silent and not so silent battles, and just bask in the feeling of my Scully in my arms.
