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Reunited?

Mulder stared straight ahead. He could see the headlights of his wife's car just a few feet away. He felt himself tense. Krycheck should be dead. He knew he had seen him shot through the head. He had died back in that cave all those years ago. The fact he was now back on the mountain that had nearly ruined his life, facing the man that had tried to kill him and Scully more times than he could count made him feel sick. He stepped towards the car as the door opened.

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"John?" Monica was terrified but there was no way she was going to admit it.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to kill her." Monica stated. "Krycheck is going to kill Dana."

"No." John checked his gun. "No, he isn't."

Monica stared at him as she realised what was going on. Nodding once she checked her own gun as they made their way to the back of the car. If there was going to be a shoot out, there was no way they were leaving Mulder to deal with it alone.

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Scully closed her eyes for a moment as Krycheck smirked. The rain that had stopped for a short while was threatening to fall again as he opened the car door.

"Well, if what you tell me is true."

"Why would I lie about that?" Scully almost spat the question.

"If it is." He repeated "Then your husband will know."

"No." She almost pleaded. "He has no idea. I haven't told him. God forgive me but it's you I told before anyone else."

"That I do not believe." Krycheck smirked as he dragged her from the car. She closed her eyes as she felt the cold metal dig into her temple. "HEY MULDER! GLAD YOU CAN MAKE IT!"

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHY NOW?"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT OUT OF IT" Krycheck yelled. Scully tried not to look at her husband, she tried not to think of Lucy and William. Both at home, waiting for her.

"SORRY BUT THAT WAS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN." Mulder took a step closer. He kept his gaze on his wife. There was no way he was loosing her again. He knew she was avoiding her eyes. His heart almost stopped in his chest as he noticed the small trickle of blood escape from one nostril. He stared at it as he realised how pale Scully looked. He silently cursed himself for not noticing before. he had become too embroiled with the XFiles again. He took another step forward as Scully hissed in pain.

"Mulder." She almost whispered as she met his gaze. "I'm sorry."

"No, you don't get to say that!" Mulder yelled. "You have nothing to appologise for." He blinked as his own tears began to mix with the rain hitting his face.

"Aw ain't love grand?" Krycheck scoffed.

"Why are you doing this? That black lunged son of a." He paused. "Spender is dead."

"True." Krycheck nodded. "But you are still here. She wont be. Not for long."

"You touch a hair on her head! You DARE!" Mulder stepped forwards once more as the rain began to soak them all to the skin. He could barely see as the rain water hit him like tiny icicles. Scully cursed under her breath as Krycheck tightened his hold on her. Somewhere in the distance the staccato beat of the rain was punctuated by lightening and thunder. Krycheck braved a glance at the trees as the lightening seemed to get nearer and nearer.

"Why?" Scully almost whispered. "You never told me why you are doing this?"

"He doesn't know!" Mulder stared at the man. "It's what you are programmed for isn't it? ISN'T IT! Alex Krycheck did die all those years ago. You are a shapeshifter."

The man in front of him smirked. He knew Mulder thought he had worked it out but it was just wishfuul thinking on Mulder's part. He was going to loose his wife. It was that simple. He had dragged her back into the darkness and now he would pay the ultimate price for it. He would get to raise his kids alone and spend his life looking at them, knowing he had been responsible for the death of their beloved mother.

"No. The man that 'died' that day was a shapeshifter. Not me. Sorry my friend but I am the real deal. Ask Maria, ask your brother."

"Mulder." Scully was beginning to feel faint. She hated being the damsel in distress. She had to think of a way to get out of this before Krycheck pulled the trigger. A thousand cases ran through her head. She knew that they had been in the same situation a million times before. That Pusher had just been one of the many times when their actions were out of their control.

"Dana." He watched as he saw John approach quietly. Gun drawn. He prayed his friend was faster than Krycheck. He prayed Dana only had a nose bleed due to stress. In seconds the barrel of the gun was pressed against his neck as Scully threw her head backwards, headbutting him across the nose. Doggett half threw/half rugby tackled him to the floor. Both wrestled as Monica ran to them. Her gun firmly trained on the man fighting with her fiance. Scully walked a few paces away as her legs began to give out on her. Before she could fight it she was being gently lowered to the ground by her husband.

"Hey."

"Mulder." She smiled slightly as her eyes closed.

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