Hey guys. I know you're all probably getting annoyed with how long it's taken me to post. I wouldn't be surprised if you've all given up on me by now! My stupid computer has been being gay and not letting me open the Word Perfect document that contains the story. I've been trying but it's just been freezing up and refusing to open it. But, lo and behold, today it decided to be nice and let me open it so here's more story! Hope there's still some people reading!

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After leaving the now drugged Scully in the bedroom he walked back into the living room and turned off all the lights, as well as the heating. Then he grabbed the gas can from where he'd placed it beside Scully's desk. Slowly he unscrewed the cap before proceeding to drench the room in petrol. Carpet, curtains, table, chairs, nowhere was untouched by the fuel. He stopped before the can was empty and went back into the bedroom. Using up almost the last of it, Evan made a ring around the bed and doused the curtains as well. The can now almost spent he placed it inside the bathroom before walking back through to the kitchen. Opening the first drawer he came to he dug around for a little until he found what he needed. Clasping his hand round the box of matches he pulled them out before shutting the door and heading back into the bedroom. He sat next to her on the bed for a few moments. Smoothing her hair he opened his mouth to speak.

"This is it now, not much longer to wait. You won't feel anything my darling and when you wake we'll be in a better place and, most importantly, we'll be together and safe from any interference. You just carry on sleeping sweetheart. It'll all be over soon." He leant in and kissed her one last time before standing and going round the other side of the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it he swung his legs until he was lying next to her. He then took a match from the box and with steady hands struck it until it lit. With a simple motion of the wrist he threw the match across the room.

It landed on the petrol soaked carpet and ignited in a burst of red-hot flames. The flames followed the guide trail of the petrol, forming a blazing ring of fire around the bed. The blaze ran out of the room and into the living room, eating up the petrol like a ravenous animal. It climbed the walls and began licking the ceiling, consuming the fabric of curtains, carpet and furniture in a ball of blazing red and orange. It didn't take long for the apartment to become an inferno. Beside the unconscious Scully on the bed, Evan coughed a little before closing his eyes, a contented smile playing on his lips. Nothing could go wrong now, he thought, as he let the fumes overpower him.

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After what had seemed like years Mulder finally pulled up outside Scully's apartment building. He jumped out of his car, locked it and was just about to run inside the building when something caught his eye and he stopped short. He looked up at the building to Scully's floor and inside one of the windows of her apartment he saw the unmistakable glowing of fire. Smoke was also billowing from the floor. Cursing under his breath he sprinted into the building. Ignoring the elevator he burst through the fire door and took the stairs two at a time till he reached Scully's floor. A few people were in the hallway, which was starting to fill with smoke. The FBI agent in Mulder kicked in and he began ushering people out of the building, instructing someone to call the fire department at the same time.

When he'd cleared the hallway Mulder approached Scully's door and without a second thought, kicked it in. Flames sprung from the apartment, causing Mulder to step back a little and shield his face from the heat. He stood there, staring at the flames, unable to move. Panic rose inside him as he watched the flames dance and curl round the frame of the door. He knew he had to get Scully out of there; he didn't know how the fire department would be, but his intense fear of fire kept him rooted to the spot. Shaking his head in an attempt to pull himself together and gather his thoughts Mulder took a cautious step towards the door. He knew Scully would do the same for him, had he been in that situation.

His mind was made up. Covering his mouth and nose with his jacket Mulder made his way into the apartment. Flames were everywhere and the heat was unbearable, but he knew he had to get Scully out of there. That thought was the only thing that kept him running back out of the apartment. He tried calling her name but the roar of the flames drowned his voice out. Sweat ran down his face in rivers as he battled against the blaze and fought his way further into the apartment. He coughed as smoke began to seep its way into his lungs with every breath he took but still he didn't turn back.

Dodging flames that licked the doorframe Mulder entered the bedroom and saw Scully and Evan lying on the bed, both unconscious. Flames surrounded them, making it next to impossible to reach the bed. Mulder resolved to do the only thing he could; he jumped through the flames that circled the bed. The heat was excruciating but only for a split second as he passed through the flames.

Quickly he scooped Scully's lifeless body up into his arms, but not before wrenching the sheet from the bed to wrap around them both as a slight attempt at protecting both from the intensity of the inferno. With only a brief regard for Evans unresponsive form Mulder dashed back through the flames and the burning apartment and out into the hallway. Mulder, with Scully still unconscious in his arms, had only just reached the door to the stairs when an explosion erupted from the apartment.

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Lily
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