Just a Little UFO

Part 5

by

Trycee

Time Line: Season 7, After All Things

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

"Mulder, it's time," Langley whispered from the open side door.

Mulder woke up snuggled up against Scully. He nodded and then turned his attention back to Scully who snore softly wrapped warmly in the blanket, her hair cascading over the pillows. Mulder touched her hair and moved a few stray strands out of her face. He leaned down and gave her cheek a quick peck. "Scully...Its time for me to go..."

Her eyes flew open. "Mulder...I'm coming with you."

"You're sick."

"No...it was just the hamburger...greasy I guess," she said, pushing the blankets off herself.

Mulder grabbed her shoulders and guided her back to the bed, laying her down. "I'm not taking that chance, Scully. We'll be back soon...just get some sleep. Keep your phone near you..."

He walked over to kneel in front of her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Call if you need anything..."

"I will...Be careful, Mulder...", she said, reaching out to touch his cheek.

"Mulder! Come on!", Froehike yelled from the other room.

"Gotta go...", he said, bending back down to kiss her ear.

He stood at the doorway and looked back at her peacefully snuggling deeper her head barely visible under the covers and pillows and then closed the door behind him. Mulder and the Gunmen peeled out of the hotel parking lot in their van and drove over to the area Mulder had driven previously, an unmarked building. Mulder noticed immediately that there were no signs outside the office building. He waited for the Gunmen to access the entrance code through their laptops and once it was clear, Mulder entered. He walked down the long dark hallway, his flashlight illuminating his way. He tried each door knob, listening to his ear piece as Byers belted out directions.

He took the stairs down and again waited for the Gunmen to access the door and when he heard it click open, he entered the secure area of the Star Child. There were a series of offices and he went straight to the one marked Genetics Research. He picked his way into the room and opened the door to find rolls of tanks set up with monitors that were turned off. He looked around disappointed that they're were no bodies. He moved on further into the room, past the tanks to another door that he opened. He stepped in and the light above him immediately came on which made him jump. The room lead to four other doors. He looked around him and opened one of the doors. He dropped his flashlight as he stared at a body encased in a transport isolator. He could see by the sewn Y incision that it was the body that Scully had autopsied. He moved closer to the body but was startled when he heard the hurried footsteps of soldiers behind him.

"Put your hands up!", one of the soldiers ordered.

Mulder raised his hands. "I'm a federal officer...Agent Fox Mulder..."

A soldier walked over to Mulder and removed his gun and badge and then took the blunt end of his gun and hit Mulder in the head, knocking him to the ground. Blood began to pool onto the floor as he lay there unconscious.

"Mulder! Mulder!", Byers screamed into his ear piece.

Byers looked up to see that their van was surrounded by several soldiers pointing their guns directly at them in all directions. One of the soldiers reached in and pulled Byers to the ground while other's yanked Froehike and Langley out. They confiscated their computers and hand cuffed them, throwing them into a military truck driving off, leaving their van sitting outside the facility.

The phone rang and Scully tried to focus in the dark. The hotel was unfamiliar and she wasn't aware of how long she'd been sleeping. "Scully," she answered.

"Where are you?"

"Excuse me?", she said, sitting up.

"Agent Scully, this is Skinner...where are you?"

She jumped up from the bed, searching for her shoes. "I'm...I'm at the hotel...why, what happened? Where's Mulder?"

"They arrested all of them five hours ago..."

Scully glanced over to the clock on the nightstand and it read 6 am.

"They're transferring them to Quantico," Skinner continued. "I'm back in D.C. I'm on my way to try to convince them to let them go...You need to get here ASAP."

"Yes sir," she said, throwing her clothes and Mulder's into their suitcases, she had no time to fold or organize them. She burst into the Lone Gunmen's room and was met by Military police, guns drawn on her, as they searched their room.

"You are?", one dark haired soldier asked her, looking her up and down.

"I'm Federal Agent, Dana Scully," she said, flashing her badge. "What are you doing here?"

"You knew the gentlemen in this room?"

"What's your name?", she asked looking for a name tag or his name stitched into his uniform but there was none on any of these soldiers.

"We'll do the asking of questions," the dark haired man said, approaching her. "They broke into a highly classified facility...this is very serious..."

"You have no right to search these rooms...", she said, waving her hand and turning in a circle as they tore the room apart, tossing the mattress off the bed and turning the table upside down.

"I suggest you tell us any information you have..."

"I don't know anything," she said definitely. "I was coming to pack their bags and head back to D.C. I just spoke to my A.D. He wants me back there as soon as possible."

The Sergeant nodded to another soldier and he moved past her into the room she shared with Mulder.

"What are you doing?", she said, surprised. "You can't go through my things!"

"Were you in the room alone?", he asked with a smile.

Scully rolled her head slightly, standing rigid as she glared at the officer. She could see the soldier rummaging through her and Mulder's things. "You better have a warrant to do this..."

"We don't need one," he smiled, coming a little too close for her comfort.

"Nothing," the soldier announced, coming out of her room.

"We're confiscating the three other guys things...They'll be sent with them to..."

"Quantico...I know," she snapped.

"Thank You Agent Scully, " he said, looking her over, a smile spread over his lips.

She glanced down noticing that her blouse was slightly open and she quickly closed it. She glared at the Sergeant and then looked at the other soldiers who were all standing with their guns still on her but she could tell they too were looking at her suggestively.

"Come on, " the Sergeant said finally turning and walking out of the hotel room.

She moved back into her own room and repacked her and Mulder's things and then raced out to the rental car. She peeled out quickly and raced off to the highway, she had no time to waste and needed to get to D.C as quickly as she could. She knew she'd have to fly.

"Yeah, I know the consequences...", Skinner nodded as he listened on the phone. "Yeah...I know you've had trouble with him before...He's just doing his job! Yes his job!"

He listened again to the man on the other end. Skinner's face was red and tight as he stood in his office trying to negotiate Mulder' s release. "I know that... Look just make it happen! I need all four of them released...Yeah I know the consequences..." he said, hanging up. He grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the door to drive to Quantico.

The phone rang as Scully threw their bags into Mulder's car parked at Reagan International airport. She pulled her seat up so she could reach the pedals and stuck the key in the ignition. Her phone rang before she could start the car, so she searched for the phone and pulled it out. "Scully."

"I got them...I'm heading back to D.C. Where are you?"

"Reagan..."

"You want him at his apartment or yours?"

"Mine...and thanks sir for getting him..."

"No problem," Skinner said with a heavy heart.

He hung up the phone and glanced over to Mulder next to him and the Lone Gunmen asleep in the back seat. Mulder was nursing his head, a pack of ice was freezing his fingers as he pressed it against his scalp.

"How'd you get us out?", Mulder said, turning to his boss. "You made another deal with the devil, didn't you?"

Skinner looked surprised momentarily but then turned to look out the window. Mulder watched him until he turned back to face him. "I had to do what I had to do...it was my lead that got you in this predicament in the first place."

"You didn't have to do that, sir. You're already in too deep..."

"I couldn't let you sit and rot in there, Mulder. Scully would never forgive me," he said, looking Mulder in the eyes.

Mulder mulled over his words but didn't ask him any more. Skinner looked in his rear-view mirror at the Gunmen and then turned back to Mulder. "I'm wondering if it was a set-up in the first place..."

"For us?", Mulder said, his mouth twisted.

"No...", Skinner said, looking ahead of him at the road. "For me..."

"He knew what we'd find and he knew you'd ask him to spare our lives..."

"Yeah," Skinner said, gravely. "Its all a game...Better I play it then you..."

"Sir!", Mulder began.

"I can handle it Mulder," Skinner spoke. "I couldn't let her down and I couldn't let you down...I'll handle it."

Mulder reached out and touched Skinner's shoulder. "Sir...I...we...owe you so much."

"You don't owe me anything, Mulder. I want what you both want...the Truth...now just take care of that wound until you get to Scully's...she'll take care of you."

Mulder could detect a slight hint of jealousy in Skinner's statement but he pressed the cold pack back up against his throbbing head and looked out at the passing cars as they drove from Quantico back to D.C.

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