From: Jadecow14 Date: Thu, 1 Jan 1998 17:24:34 EST Subject: Andrew II (1/6) By Diane A. Doty Author's Ramblings: Alright, I said I'd do it. I warned you that I'd write a sequel. Now you poor people have to either read this or delete it. It's a little longer then the other one...And would you people that read this and hate it, e-mail me? Sometimes an e-mail that says it sucked AND WHY is a whole lot better then: that was great. Don't take me wrong, I love e-mails like that, but they don't do much but boost my ego (though I do like that too). If you tell my what you thought I did wrong, then it might help me write better. And please don't hold any formating/gramer/spelling mistakes against me...I'm still learning that stuff...Lastly, before I beginning with all the necessary stuff, I'd like to remind you all this is the works of a demented 15 year-old! (And mostly written in the wee hours of the night, I love winter break!) Okay, I'll shut up now. Title: Andrew II Author: Diane A. Doty E-mail: Jadecow14@aol.com Disclaimer: The X-Files owned by CC, 1013 and Fox. Not me. No infringement intended. Warnings: Violence. Cursing. Distribution: Go ahead, just keep my name, addy, & disclaimer w/ it. Summary: Andrew gets his revenge so I can write another story where someone hurts Mulder ;) God, I love this! (Sick aren't I?) Category: I dunno T, maybe Rating: PG-13 (violence, cursing, you know, the norm.) Dedication: Jad, for suggesting that I write this. Oh, yeah, you really don't need to read Andrew I before this one, but it may help alittle if ya want it, e-mail me (please say if I can send it as an attached Text file). Okay then! That's it, here we go: *** Andrew II (1/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** Patience. That's all it took. For two years, five months, and six days Andrew waited for the perfect opportunity to get his revenge. Now he finally had it. True, he could've gone after Agent Mulder at anytime, but the experience in the basement that day, two years, five months, and six days ago taught him that Mulder was stronger then he thought. It would be easier to overpower him when he wasn't in the best of health. In the past two years, five months, and six days, Agent Mulder had been in the hospital twice. Both times however a guard was outside his room. Now, he was in one again, and this time there wasn't a guard. Every day for the past two years, five months, and six days, Andrew had searched for the Agent's thoughts, which usually stood out more then the others. Andrew would find where Mulder was, and what he was doing. Every day he would decide if it was a good time. And every time, for the past two years, five months, and six days, he would decide to wait. Now, he had his chance. Two years, five months, and six days. Not a long time at all. *** (6 hours earlier) Fox Mulder ran after the man ahead of him, dodging boxes. The flash light beam bounced ahead of him, coming from the heavy flash light he held in his left hand. In his right was his gun. Scully was on the other end of the building running towards them, they planned to corner the guy. Ahead of him, the man opened a door and ran through. Mulder followed. Once through the door, he realized it was a stair well. The guy was no where in site. Cursing, he began to go down the stairs. Something plowed hard into his back, knocking him forward. He tumbled down the stairs, head first, landing against the wall. Fire spread from his shoulder down his arm. He couldn't move, it hurt too much. He heard the man descend the stairs, felt the cool metal of a gun against his temple. There was a shot. No pain. The gun dropped away from his head, something else hit the floor with a thud. "Mulder?" Scully called, stepping up the last few steps to the landing. The man who held a gun to her partner's head less then a minute before lay on the ground, a new whole in his head created by her gun. Mulder was on his side, facing the wall, not moving. He groaned, started to sit up but changed his mind when the pain in his shoulder increased. Scully was next to him, leaning over him. She rolled him onto his back. More fire from his shoulder. "What happened?" She asked after seeing that his eyes were open. "Knocked me down the stairs." Mulder answered, his voice pained. "What hurts?" She asked, frowning. She had her cell phone out, ready to call an ambulance. "Shoulder." "Which one?" "Right." "I'm going to call an ambulance." She explained before dialing 911. "Good timing Scully." Mulder said after she disconnected. "Thanks." "No problem. Now relax, the ambulance will be here soon." *** Mulder slept, not seeing the red light that filled the room. Andrew Klitz walked over to the bed, almost shaking with anticipation. He touched the Agent's shoulder, who opened his eyes. There was second before recognition set into Mulder's eyes. When he realized who was standing infront of him, smiling, that same horrible smile, he sat up fast. His hand went for the table besides his bed where his gun was in the first draw. Andrew anticipated his action and grabbed his hand. "I don't think so Agent Mulder." Another sickening smile that made Mulder's body tense. "Now, you have two choices. One, you dress yourself and we walk out of here. Or two, I leave and get your pretty little partner." Mulder's body tensed more. What the hell did this guy want. It had been over two years. He had almost been able to forget him, until he saw the scar on his palm or the one from the bullet wound. "Which one, Agent Mulder?" Mulder glared at the man, felt his anger rise. "What do you think?" Andrew smiled once more. "Get dressed." *** Dana Scully walked down the hallway to her partner's hospital room. He had broken his collar bone during his fall. The doctors had set it, then gave him a sling for his arm. It was al they could really do. Scully made him stay the night in the hospital in case he had hurt anything else. When she opened the door, she was shocked to find the room empty. She checked the bathroom, finding he wasn't in there. She ran to the nurses station. "Where's Agent Mulder? He should be in his room." She asked, her voice raised. "He's not?" The younger woman asked, she seemed to be surprised herself. "YES!" Scully screamed. "Did anyone take him anywhere?" The woman shook her head, frightened by Scully's anger. "No. I don't think so." "YOU DON'T THINK SO!" Scully yelled. A blond haired doctor walked over. "Excuse me, miss, is there something wrong?" The doctor asked. "Yes! Where is Fox Mulder? He's not in his room." "I don't know. He should be there." "Well he's not!" "Then I don't know where he is." Scully glared at the doctor. She hoped that Mulder had left on his own decision, alone. That way she would have the honor of killing him herself. But some how, she knew he didn't. *** Mulder opened his eyes and looked around the room. It looked like he was in a tool shed, except it was empty. He was tied to a chair which was in the center of the room. his head ached, along with his shoulder. He tried to remember what happened. After walking out of the hospital, which had been frighteningly easy, Andrew had led him to blue car. Something impacted with the side of his head, and the world went dark. As if sensing that Mulder was awake, Andrew entered the shed. He smiled. God, Mulder hated that smile. Andrew looked at Mulder, barley restraining the urge to just shoot him in the head. No. He had waited two years, five months, and six -no, now it was seven- days for revenge, he wasn't going to do it slowly. Some where in his mind Andrew knew that hurting Mulder's partner, Dana Scully would be more painful to the Agent. But he wanted to make the Agent bleed, beg for his own death. Andrew pulled the gun from his waistband. Without words, he closed the distance between them. He raised Mulder's sleeve on his left arm, until he found the scar from the bullet wound. Mulder tensed, knowing what would come next. Andrew put the barrel of the gun against the scared skin and pulled the trigger. *** End of part one of six *** Andrew II (2/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** Walter Skinner frowned, looking at the upset woman infront of him. "Are you sure he didn't leave on his own will?" "He's not answering his cell phone, or his home phone. He hasn't called me either." Scully answered. "Would he?" "If he could." Secretly, Scully was not sure of that. But she had a feeling about this one. Something was wrong. The damned hospital video cameras didn't pick up a thing. Skinner nodded. "Alright. I'll-" He was stopped by his secretary's voice over the intercom. "Sir, there's a man from Walden County Jail on the phone for you. He says it's urgent." Skinner picked up the phone. "Skinner...you sure?...alright...thanks for calling." He hung up, frown on his face. "That was Peter Lunden, from the jail that Andrew Klitz was being held. He says that Klitz escaped sometime between eleven last night and six this morning." Scully felt herself pale, remembering him. She had heard Mulder's story of what happened after she blacked out. It was not a nice one. "It's safe to assume that he's the one that has Mulder." Scully said, after a pause. But she hoped she was wrong. *** Andrew smiled at the unconscious Agent. He had screamed in pain just before passing out. Mulder was covered in blood from the shot, as was Andrew. The bullet had went through, and out the same exit has it had taken two years, five months, seven days ago. Andrew left the shed and returned with a bucket of water. Time to wake the Agent up. He dumped the ice-cold water over his head, barely holding back a laugh when the Agent jumped and opened his eyes. Mulder blinked, several times, trying to shut out the pain in his arm, shoulder, and head. They all seemed to be screaming for his attention. He gained some composure, and stared into the scarred face of Andrew Klitz. "Wakey, wakey." Andrew said. "You've been out for a while." "Five more minutes mom?" Mulder said, sarcasm dripping from his words. Andrew shook his head. "You have an odd sense of humor." "I try." Andrew shook his head again. Again, without words, he untied Mulder's right arm from the chair. Mulder didn't move his arm to swing at Andrew, knowing it would hurt to much, and Andrew was the one with the gun. Andrew pulled his arm up, causing him to gasp with pain, as the movement jarred his shoulder. He removed a knife from his boot, smiling as he did so. He turned Mulder's hand so the his palm was facing up. He put the blade to the scar and pulled. Mulder screamed curses directed at Andrew until his voice went hoarse. Andrew stood there the hole time, arms crossed. "Are you done yet Agent Mulder?" "No, you fucking sadistic prick." "Oh, be nice Agent Mulder. We're going to be seeing alot of each other for the next few days." Andrew turned and exited the shed, leaving Mulder alone, still gasping in pain. *** Scully was amazed at the amount of men Skinner had assigned to help search for Mulder. It was nearly twenty people, all answering to her or Skinner. Andrew Klitz's escape was on several news shows, asking for anyone who's seen him to call in. Then the typical stuff, do not attempt to apprehend him yourself, since he is considered armed and dangerous. The number to call was set up by Skinner himself, every call was being taped and traced when possible. Her and two other Agents had poured through all the passenger manifests in the surrounding airports, from ten last night until the nearest hour. So far, Mulder's, or any of his alias's, name wasn't on any of the lists. Scully had even made a call to the Lone Gunman (she found their number in one of Mulder's desk drawers) to see if they knew anything. They didn't. If Mulder was still gone in twenty four hours, Skinner planned to make a press statement. Showing Mulder's picture and asking that anyone with information to call. Until then, they'd just have to wait. *** Time had passed since Andrew left him. Mulder didn't know how long. It could have been hours, could have been minutes. His shoulder had become a dull trob when compared to his arm. Mulder felt sickened, knowing that Andrew was just getting started. Then the realization hit that after he had left, Andrew never bothered to time his arm back to the chair. It might be his only chance for an escape. Moving his arm hurt badly, but it would be better then what Andrew would do. Slowly, he pulled his arm away from the chair and moved to untie his left arm. He shut out the pain as much as he could. He moved with agonizing slowness, reminding him of the time in the basement when Andrew had almost killed Scully. Every time he thought about that, he felt a twinge of guilt. He had moved to slow, and she had almost died. Pushing those thoughts away, Mulder untied his legs. Now what? He could either wait for Andrew to return and catch him by surprise, or try to get out now. Waiting for him would be dangerous since Andrew definitely had the upper hand. So he had to take his chances and leave now. Shakily, he stood and waited for the world to stop tilting. He crossed the small shed as quickly as he could. He put a hand to the door, pausing. For all he knew, they were in middle of nowhere. Then where would he go? Away from the damned shed and Andrew. That's all that mattered at the moment. Holding his breath, Mulder pushed the door. *** End of part two of six *** Andrew II (3/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** Mulder was sure he had no luck what so ever. Either that or some divine being was having fun playing with him. When he had opened the door, Andrew was coming from the house to the shed. It was dark, but not too dark for him to see Mulder. Cursing, Mulder ran to the right, into the dark woods. He could here Andrew's words behind him, shouting that he'd shoot. Mulder ignored him and plowed forwards, crashing through the brush. The only light was the dim light from the moon, that barley got through the trees. Mulder tripped, falling forwards, rolling down a hill. The fall made his injures hurt more, but he stood and pushed on afraid to stop. He could here Andrew's laughter behind him. "Agent Mulder, you're surrounded by a hundred acres of woods on every side." Andrew's voice boomed, it sounded close. "I will shoot." Mulder ignored him again, trying to go faster. Where the hell was he going to go? He hoped Andrew was lying about being in the middle acres of woods. If not, he was as good as dead. He heard the shot just before he felt the white hot pain tare through his lower left leg. He stumbled forward, and fell to the ground. He lay gasping, unable to move. He had to get up, run before Andrew found him. He had to. But he couldn't. Then Andrew was standing above him, gun in his right hand. "That was a stupid move." "That's me, king of stupidity." Mulder managed to get out. "You're making things harder on yourself." Mulder didn't reply. "Get up." Andrew commanded. Mulder just looked at him. He couldn't move and this bastard wanted him to get up. Andrew kicked him hard in the stomach. "You get up, or I kill you right now." "You don't give a guy good choices do you?" Mulder questioned, sitting up. Andrew kicked him again, harder this time. "Shut up and get to your feet." Christ, it was hard to keep for passing out and this asshole was going to make him stand. Impatient that he wasn't moving fast enough, Andrew grabbed Mulder by the hair, and pulled him up. The second Mulder put weight on his leg, he started to pass out. Andrew slapped him hard across the face. "No you don't. I'm not carrying your sorry ass back to the house. I'll kill you first." Mulder blinked. He wasn't serious was he? He couldn't even stand on his leg, let alone walk on it. But he was afraid that Andrew would actually kill him. *** Andrew looked at the unconscious Agent through one of the cracks in the shed. Andrew had made the Agent walk back to the shed as promised. He had thrown him in, not bothering to tie him up. The Agent passed out soon after he hit the floor. Andrew didn't think Mulder was dumb enough to try another escape like that, but just in case, he had put a pad lock on the doors. Andrew smiled. If Mulder had passed out, he would have carried him back. He was having too much fun to end the game so soon. Andrew knew that the walk had made him hurt more, which was fun. Looking at Mulder, Andrew realized that Mulder wouldn't last much longer if he kept up the same pace. He deiced to give the Agent a day's rest. *** Scully entered her apartment. Skinner had ordered her to go home and get some sleep. True, she hadn't slept at all in the past two days, but how could she. He had been gone for nearly two days now. Yesterday Skinner had done the press release. So far, no one had called. She hoped someone could soon. If not, they'd have nothing to go on. Her mother had called her earlier, after seeing Mulder on the news. Scully explained the situation, beginning with why Mulder was in the hospital. She also told her mom about who the believed had Mulder. Scully hadn't told her mom all the specifics of the case with Andrew Klitz, though her mother knew that bother her and Mulder didn't do so well emotionally or physically. Margaret expressed her concern for Mulder, but assured her daughter that he would be alright. After all, he had disappeared before. *** He woke slowly, not wanting to pull out of the dark bliss. He couldn't feel pain there. It was cold. He was laying on the floor, he stayed that way, afraid to move. Christ, everything hurt. Opening his eyes, he looked around the shed which was lit by a small light that hung from a hook in the ceiling. In one corner stood Andrew, waiting for him too wake. In his hand was a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Seeing that Mulder was awake, Andrew walked over. Mulder tensed and made a feeble attempt to get away, but not before Andrew's hand grabbed his left shoulder. Andrew smiled. More then anything in the world, Mulder wanted to knock that smile off his face. "You got all your wounds dirty." Andrew said. "We don't want them to get infected do we?" Mulder sat up and glared at the man -if you could call him that- in front of him. "No." He managed to get out, his throat was dry. Andrew shook his head. "Agent Mulder, you have no choice. Now stand up and sit in the chair." Mulder didn't move. How the hell was he supposed to stand up when he could barley think past the pain in his leg? Andrew stood, towering over him. He wasn't smiling anymore. Mulder didn't know which was more frightening, him smiling or not. Annoyed that Mulder wouldn't follow his orders, Andrew grabbed him by his right arm and pulled. Mulder yelped as more pain went through his shoulder. Andrew pulled him to his feet and flung him into the chair. Andrew brought in another chair and placed it opposite the pale Agent. Andrew pulled the injured leg and placed it on his lap. He slid Mulder's pant leg up enough to expose the wound. "You know you're lucky, Agent Mulder. The bullet went straight through." "Yeah lucky me." Mulder replied back. Andrew ignored his comment and opened the bottle. "This may sting alittle." He said, before pouring a generous amount of it onto the wound. Mulder screamed loudly before letting the darkness over take him once again. *** Greg Finch walked through the trees, shot gun raised. True, this was private property, but one would care if they caught him hunting here. After all, the old house that stood on the property hadn't been lived in in years. Greg looked down at the ground, surprised to find a patch of blood. As far as he knew, nobody else hunted here. The blood was pooled in one area, then made a trail along the ground. Someone had injured an animal and left it to die. A pain filled scream filled the forest. Greg knew it was coming from the supposedly empty house. Committing where he was to memory, Greg took off towards his truck. He wasn't stupid enough to go running into a situation by himself. *** Agent Mulder had disappointed him by passing out so soon. Frustrated, Andrew had left him, not finishing 'cleaning' his other wounds. He was about the return to the shed and wake him to finish, but he heard a car approaching. Andrew pulled out the gun and walked to the window. A man exited the car, in a police uniform. Andrew cursed to himself. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Damn it. Andrew opened the window slowly, hoping it didn't make a sound. Thankfully, it didn't. Raising the gun, he shot, hitting the officer in the head. The officer died instantly, not knowing what hit him. They'd be looking for the cop soon. He'd have to take the Agent and leave now. *** End or part three of six *** Andrew II (4/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** The shot had woken him. He listened for anything else, but only heard ire silence. The only sound was of his own rapid breathing. Suddenly, the doors to the shed where flung open. Andrew entered, looking a little upset. "Come on." Mulder blinked up at him from the chair were he was sitting slumped, but didn't move. "This is getting pretty repetitive Agent Mulder. Get up, or I shoot you now." Mulder didn't move. If the son of a bitch wanted to kill him fine. He was really starting to get tired of this shit. Obviously the bastard was going to kill him anyway. It was just a matter or when. Mulder had hoped that Scully was going to find them, but the chances of that where looking pretty slim at the moment. Andrew raised the gun, putting it against Mulder's temple. Mulder closed his eyes, and felt his body tense. He wasn't giving in. Andrew realized this and cursed loudly. The Agent was his only protection at the moment. More cops were sure to come. Andrew brought the gun down hard on Mulder's collar bone, right over the brake. Mulder howled in pain, gasping for breath. Andrew grabbed Mulder by his right arm and tugged. Mulder didn't get to his feet in time and landed hard on the floor. Andrew bent down, and pulled Mulder to his feet. He half dragged, half carried Mulder to the car and threw him in the passenger seat. Mulder moved so that he was basically in a sitting position. The movement jarred his already throbbing shoulder. He closed his eyes, willing himself to shut everything out and concentrate on finding a way out of this shit. He had seen the dead body of the cop when Andrew had dragged him to the car. A glimmer of hope passed through him that maybe he'd get out of this. Then again the cop was dead. The car was in motion. The vibrations set off waves of nausea. Mulder gagged, pulling himself up more, and turned his head to avoid vomiting on himself. Unfortunately, he wound up puking what little was in his stomach on Andrew. Andrew cursed and swung at Mulder who was still gagging. His fist connected with the Agent's right eye, slamming his head hard into the window. Mulder went limp. Andrew cursed again. He hadn't ment to knock him out. Oh well. No big deal. Ahead of him, a police cruiser turned onto the narrow road leading through the empty property. It saw Andrew's car and parked across the road, efficiently blocking it. Andrew sighed. Damn cops always tried to ruin his fun. He pushed the gas pedal to the floor and braced himself for impact, just in case the cop was dumb enough not to move. The cop realized what he was going to do and attempted to pull away, but not fast enough. The two front ends of the cars met. The cruiser was turned around ninety degrees, since Andrew's car had hit into it which such force. The collision had sent an unseatbelted Mulder forwards, where he cracked him head on the dash board Andrew pushed him back into his seat. Andrew kept on the gas and ignored the cruiser that was now chasing him. Andrew drove towards town, knowing that things were going to become a whole lot more fun. If not, then definitely more interesting. Andrew drove into the town, looking for a nice house to stop at. Hey, he mine as well make this one into some hostage crisis right? *** Nicole frowned at her little brother who sat watching what seemed like another endless week-day afternoon kids show. Babysitting her little brother, Brian, was not what she wanted to be doing after school everyday. But her mother had to work. Dad just didn't make enough money to feed all for of them. Outside, sirens where wailing, she absently wondered what was going on. They seemed to be infront of the house. She went to the window, surprised to see several police cruisers parked in the streets, cops out of the cars, guns pointed in the direction of her drive way. The knock on her door startled her. Stupidly, she went to answer it, not thinking. Before opening it, she looked out the window next to it. A man was standing with another man held against him, gun to his head. The man with the gun was smiling slightly. The other man was covered in blood and looked barley able to stay awake. The man with the gun saw her face in the window. "Miss, open the door, or I'll kill him." "Don't!" The other man shouted. The man with the gun hit him hard across the face. The man went limp. The man with the gun cocked it. "Open the good damned door, or you'll have this guy's brains splattered on it." Nicole didn't know what to do. She couldn't let the man in, that would be endangering herself, and Brian. Then again, she couldn't let the man kill the other man, could she? Afraid of what would happen if she didn't, Nicole opened the door. *** Andrew smiled at his good fortune. The girl had opened the door quickly, after only hesitating for a few seconds. The cops hadn't shot because they knew he would kill Mulder in a heart beat. A boy entered the room and went white at the site of the two strangers in his house. Ignoring the boy, Andrew looked down at the girl. "Anyone else in the house?" The girl shook her head. "Good. Do you have a basement?" Slowly, the girl nodded. Good. This was going to be easier then he thought. "Show me." The girl moved slowly, Andrew knew that she was frightened. He moved with her, dragging a still unconscious Mulder with him. She pointed to the door. "Open it." He said. She did as told. Once the door was open, Andrew threw Mulder down the stairs, much to the surprise of the girl. She looked up at him surprise in her eyes. He smiled. "You and your brother down there too. I don't wanna hear anything from you." The girl did as told, holding her brother's hand, they descend into the basement. *** "Thank you." Scully said before hanging up the phone. She felt relived and terrified at the same time. She ran to Skinner's office, not bothering to speak to his secretary, she entered the office, relieved to find Skinner alone. "Agent Scully?" Skinner asked, surprised by her entrance. "They know where Mulder is. Klitz was hiding him in a shed at an abandoned summer home outside a small town in Virginia. A hunter heard a scream and called the police. An officer was sent there. When the officer didn't return, another car was sent, who nearly stopped Klitz's car while he was escaping, Mulder was in the passenger seat. Klitz made it into town where he stopped at a house, followed by police. He pulled Mulder out and used him as a hostage to get the girl in the house to open the door and let him in. That's all the police know as of now." Scully reported in one breath. Skinner stood. "How soon can we get there?" "It's a hour by car." "Come on then." Skinner said, walking out the door. Scully followed, hoping they'd get there in time. The officer on the phone said Mulder looked pretty bad. *** Mulder didn't open his eyes out of fear of where he would be. His head was swimming, making it hard to piece together thoughts. Something was nagging at him telling him to open his eyes. He had to do something, but he couldn't remember. He wanted to let the darkness take him back, but the same thing wouldn't let him. Someone touched his shoulder. He moaned, and pulled away. Or tired to anyway, movement was causing more pain. "Sir?" a girl's voice asked, shakily. Christ, that was why he had to wake up. The bastard had taken someone else hostage. Shit. He opened his eyes shutting them fast when the light shinned in them. Damn, his head was really bad if his eyes were sensitive to light. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting in the light. With effort, he sat up. The girl was kneeling near him, a little boy standing to her right. The boy looked young and terrified. The two just stared at him, wide eyed. Mulder turned his attention to the little boy who was visibly shaking. "Hi." He started, not sure of what to say. "What's your name?" The boy hesitated for a minute before answering. "Brian." Mulder smiled, trying to calm to poor kid down. "Hi, Brian, my name's Fox." Brian made a small face. "Yeah, I know, my parents were weird." The girl was eyeing him suspiciously. "How old are you Brian?" "Seven." Mulder nodded, ignoring the pain the movement caused. "Listen, Brian, I want you to go stand over there while I talk to your sister." Brian, looked at his sister, who nodded. "It's okay Brian." She said. He walked over to where Mulder had pointed. Once he was sure that he was out of earshot, Mulder focused his attention on the girl. "What's your name?" "Nicole." "Alright." Mulder closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. The damned buzzing in his head was making matters worse. "I don't suppose your parents have a gun down here do they?" Mulder asked. Nicole's eyes lit up. "They do!" "Your kidding." "No! Dad bought it and Mom didn't like it so she made him put it down here." Maybe that divine being was done playing with him. "Great. Can you get it?" Nicole nodded and stood. She walked over too the book case that stood against the opposite wall. She removed a few books on the highest self and pulled at the small hand gun. She went over a little and removed some more books, this time pulling out a box. She returned and handed them both to Mulder. "Smart parents, keep the bullets separate." Mulder mentioned, while loading the gun. He sat still for a minute, trying to ignore all the pain his body was giving him, trying to formulate a plan that wouldn't endanger the two kids. "Okay, here's what I'm gonna do. He definitely is watching the door so we can't get out. I want you to yell up and tell him I stopped breathing. He'll come down. Don't stand near him. Stand where Brian is alright, hug him look afraid. I'll do the rest. Alright?" God, he hated making her help him like this but he could do it him self. Mulder slumped against the wall, gun behind his back. He had to put the gun in his left hand, because he wasn't sure how fast he could move his right arm. He nodded to Nicole. She hesitated only a second before yelling up to Andrew, screaming that 'the man' had stopped breathing. Mulder held his breath, wanting to look like he wasn't breathing. He closed his eyes, just before the door opened. He could hear Andrew descending the steps slowly, Nicole's footsteps as she ran to her brother who had started to scream, thinking Mulder really was dead. Mulder waited till he could feel the heat of Andrew's hand near his neck before opening his eyes and swinging the gun out at the same time. He aimed quickly and fired. He missed Andrew's head, and hit him in the left shoulder. Andrew fell back from the force and hit into a wall. Mulder raised the gun to fire again, but Andrew kicked it from his hand. He pulled Mulder to his feet. Mulder screamed for the two kids to go, they ran up the steps without hesitation. Andrew was punching him, screaming curses. One punch landed on his right temple, and everything went dark. *** End or part four of six *** Andrew II (5/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** Scully hung up her cell phone and turned in the seat to face the A.D. who was driving. "The two kids that were in the house just ran out. They said that the girl had given Mulder a gun that was in the basement. She got Klitz to come downstairs and Mulder fired, but missed, instead hitting him in the shoulder. Klitz attacked Mulder and Mulder yelled for them to leave so they did." Skinner nodded, taking in the information. "Did they say how he was?" "The girl said that he was unconscious for a while. He was covered in blood, but that's all she knew." Skinner nodded again, pressing the gas pedal down more. They were going to be there in about twenty minutes. Scully hoped that was soon enough. *** Andrew looked down at the once again unconscious Agent. He kicked him hard in the ribs, his anger still there. The stupid son of a bitch actually though he could get out of this. He had to get Mulder upstairs where he could watch him closer. The only problem was he couldn't carry him up now. The pain in his shoulder was pretty bad, but he blocked it out. He bent over the Agent and slapped him lightly in the face. Mulder opened his eyes slowly, trying to focus them. Everything was blurry, and that damned buzzing was back, worse now. He slowly made out Andrew's face. The bastard was smiling again. "Get up." "You know you sound like a broken record?" Mulder said, realizing how slurred his words were. "I've been told. Now get up." Mulder was to tired to fight, but he knew there was to way in hell he was going to be able to stand. He could barley keep his eyes focused, let alone move. The pain in his head was almost drowning out the pain in the rest of his body. Almost. Mulder realized he was going to die, and there was nothing he could do. The bastard was going to kill him then disappear -literally. He could give up and let Andrew kill him, after all, it was going to happen eventually. Then again, there was always a slight chance that someone would save him. He couldn't give up. "Agent Mulder," Andrew warned. Mulder just stared up at him, debating whether or not he could move, let alone stand. His answer was no. But things would only get worse if he didn't. He'd atleast try. He sat up slowly, and leaned against the wall. He waited for everything to stop spinning. After a few minutes, he realized it wasn't going to. He wondered how bad his head was. "Come on Agent Mulder." Andrew said. Mulder bit back telling Andrew to go fuck himself. It wouldn't help any would it? Glaring up, he suddenly found it hard to keep his yes open. He let them close. He could hear Andrew cursing at him, telling him to open his eyes. He couldn't. He let himself slip off into unconsciousness. *** Skinner pulled the car up next to the police cruisers that filled the street. Both him and Scully pulled their badges and said who they were. Two cops led them into the house across the street that they were using as a sort of base. The two children sat at the kitchen table, they looked like they were in shock. The little boy looked confused, and the girl looked scared. Scully hated this, but she needed to ask them exactly what happened, and more importantly, how was Mulder. She crossed the room and stood next to them. She smiled comfortingly, down at them. "Hi. I'm Agent Scully." She said trying to sound soothing. She needed to know what they knew. "I'm Nicole, that's Brian." The girl said, quietly. For twenty minutes, she talked to them, only to find that Mulder was unconscious for about an hour before Nicole could wake him. The girl also said that he looked like he was having a hard time thinking. Scully thanked her and left to find Skinner. He was standing with who appeared to be the cop in charge. Seeing Scully, he turned from the cop and walked over to her. "Has he demanded anything yet?" She asked. Skinner shook his head. "No. Nothing." "I need to speak with Klitz, sir." Scully said, after a pause. Skinner nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He turned and walked towards the officer in charge. *** Andrew stared at Mulder, who lay on the floor less then two feet away. He had carried him up the stairs, not wanting to leave him alone again. His shoulder was killing him, all he had to do was disappear and come back, and he'd have fixed it. It was that simple, but he was afraid to leave the Agent for even that long. The phone ring brought him out of his thoughts. He let it ring several times before picking it up. "Yes?" He asked, not taking his eyes off Mulder. "It's Agent Scully." "Oh, well hello! You're out there too. Real party out there, huh?" "What do you want?" She said, getting right to the point. "I thought you guys didn't deal in hostage situations." "We do." "Agent Scully, you're a bad liar." He was smiling now. "We'll give you what you want." He considered that for a minute. All he wanted was laying on the ground. He sighed, mine as well make them wait thinking he wanted anything. "I'll have to get back to you on that. Until then b-" "Wait! I have to talk to Mulder first." "Why?" "To make sure he's alive." Andrew smiled at how her voice caught on the last word. "He was when the kids got out." "Yes, but that was a while ago. I need to see that you didn't kill him." Again, her voice caught slightly. "He's really not in the talking condition." "What do you mean?" He could hear the anger and fear in her voice. "He's not awake at the moment." There was a slight pause. "Wake him up." Andrew frowned. He didn't know why she had to talk to him. Something was telling him not to, but on the other hand, knowing that Mulder was alive would hopefully stop them from doing anything that would chance harming him. It was all a time game now. How much more time he could wait before killing Mulder. "Alright." He answered her, standing. He walked to Mulder and crouched down. He slapped the Agent lightly in the cheeks. Mulder opened his eyes, Andrew slimed at the pained look in them. He put the phone to the Agent's ear. "Mulder?" Scully questioned. "He's going to kill me no matter what you do." Mulder said quickly, before Andrew could pull the phone away. Angered, Andrew swung the phone at him, pulling the phone cord out of it. The phone connected with Mulder's mouth, knocking his head back against the floor. His eyes shut. Andrew stood, kicked him several times in the side before sitting down on the couch. He hadn't expected that. That was twice he hadn't anticipated Mulder's move. True, what he said was something Scully probably knew, but it was the point. Mulder had to be awake before he went over. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted so quickly. Andrew looked at the gun on the table, picking it up. Mulder wasn't in pain when he was unconscious. If he kept passing out all the time, what fun was it? He'd end this all soon. *** Scully called into the phone once more before hanging it up. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She hadn't wanted to think that Klitz would kill him no matter what, but she knew it was the truth. Coming from Mulder, she knew it was more of a suggestion to do something, even if it chanced his life. "Agent Scully?" Skinner questioned from across the table. He had been listening on the other phone. "Yes sir?" "What now?" She frowned. She didn't know. *** Andrew frowned, looking out the window. Several cops cars where out there now, as well as some unmarked cars. They all had entered the house across the street. In all the windows, the blinds where closed. He hadn't bothered with the blinds in the window in the living room because he didn't think they'd do anything when they saw him. And it wasn't like he was hiding his identity. Mulder was still unconscious on the floor. It was getting harder to stop himself from killing him. He would wait another hour. Ofcourse, he wouldn't shoot him where he'd die instantly. Maybe in the stomach, he heard that a shot there was a painful and slow death. *** Scully looked at the man as he set up the sniper equipment. Klitz had walked infront of the window several times, without causion. If they were lucky, the sniper would be able to shoot and kill him before he knew it. If they weren't lucky, Klitz might have a chance to kill Mulder before he was hit. It was a big chance, but their only one. What Mulder said was true, he was going to kill him no matter what. So they had a chance, and they'd take it. Skinner wasn't totally convinced, but he knew exactly what Mulder ment on the phone. The man took his position. Now they had to wait. *** End or part five of six *** Andrew II (6/6) By: Diane A. Doty Started: 12/21/97 Finished: 1/1/98 *** Andrew stood, picking up the gun. He had waited long enough. He went to the Agent, and slapped him in the face till he woke. Standing Andrew backed up a few feet, gun raised. Mulder stared back at him, knowing that this was it. He was really going to die now. He was afraid to close his eyes. He thought of Scully and how he'd let her down so many times. He wasn't able to save her from Duane Barry, or the time he told her it would be a nice trip into the forest when they almost died. Countless other times too. But she was able to save his life so many times. Not this time though. He didn't move, not that he could anyway. Andrew pulled the trigger. Mulder heard to shots. Andrew fell to the floor, blood coming from the bullet wound in his temple. Pain seared through Mulder's chest. Andrew's shot had went high, hitting him in the left side of his chest, less then inches from his heart. He gasped, finding it hard to breath. He didn't want to close his eyes, afraid that if he did, he'd never open them again. People were rushing into the house, most of them coming towards him, the rest to Andrew. Scully's face swam into view. "Where are the paramedics?" She yelled, opening his shirt. She put her hand to his neck, finding his pulse was fast but weak. "Mulder?" She asked, taking his hand. He looked up at her, concentrating on breathing. She looked worried. Paramedics where near him now. Scully reluctantly turned from him, telling them that the bullet appears to have punctured his left lung. Not good. He knew that. *** Walter Skinner watched everyone swarm around the two men on the floor. Klitz was dead, but before the sniper was able to hit him, he shot Mulder. He heard Scully say that it appeared that the bullet hit his left lung. Skinner remembered seeing Pendrell being put an ambulance also with a bullet in his lung. That killed Pendrell, and he was in much better condition then Mulder. He glanced at Scully, and wondered if she was thinking the same thing, but knowing her, she was just focused on her partner. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Skinner respected the bond between the two Agents. The paramedics had Mulder on the stretcher and were taking him out to the ambulance. Scully was still holding his hand. Skinner followed them, but deiced to go in his car instead. It wouldn't help to have one extra man in the ambulance. He knew Scully would be in there, but she was after all, a doctor. Pressing the gas pedal to the floor, Skinner followed the ambulance. If he wasn't bald already, Mulder would certainly make him go bald. *** Scully looked at her sleeping partner. God, he looked bad. Worse then the time he was shot on the dock, or even Alaska for that matter. But he was alive. That's all that matter to her. This incident added a few more pages onto his ever growing medical file, and earned him another nice long hospital stay. Andrew had shot him three times -one shot almost killing him, broken two ribs, and given him another concussion. Not to mention the fever he was running, and the cut on his palm. All things considered, Mulder faired better then she had thought. It would be a few weeks before he'd be able to return to work. She was sure within a month or two, they'd be out chasing little *gray* men, liver eating mutants, and Big Foot again. *** The End Congradulations! You've made it to the end. You get a box of brownie mix! Comments/complaints can be sent to: jadecow14@aol.com Let me know what you think. I hate to beg... take care all, Diane PS: Gotta work on titles and endings huh?