From: xfilegirl420@aol.com Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 22:00:23 EST Subject: xfc: Fic: "The Break" ~*~NEW~*~ Source: xfc New fic.....all replys to Feretopia@aol.com ***************************************** Title: "The Break" Author: Gina (Feretopia@aol.com) Date: February 26, 2001 Feedback: Give me feedback or else I'll have to go to that great spaceship in the sky... Rating: PG/PG-13 Category: SA, plus post/during-ep, and character death... =*( Spoilers: "This Is Not Happening" Summary: WAAAAAAAAH! and POOR SCULLY! ought to cover it. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Doggett, Skinner, Monica Reyes, the baby, and a ny other XF characters I may have mentioned belong solely to CC and company. Don't worry, I'm not making any money, I just like to put all of them in MY universe every once in a while. Author's Note: Carter is evil. How he could do this to Scully I don't know... Hm, might as well continue in his footsteps... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She stared up at Skinner. "What is it?" Skinner couldn't look at her. Scully saw behind him Monica Reyes, her ey es averted. Oh God-- was it--? After an eternity, Skinner spoke. "It'= s Mulder." The trees flew past her, dark blurs. Panting, she pushed herself harder-= - She crashed to a stop at the sight of a silent circle of men huddled around something on the ground. "Where is he? How bad is he? How bad is h e, how bad is he hurt?" she cried, running to him-- "Agent Scully, he's over there--" Doggett was trying to hold her back, his arms blocking her. She was dimly aware of fighting him off. She rushe d to the figure on the ground as the circle backed away-- Her mouth moved. Mulder. He was there but. . . . But. . . . "No ," she whispered. "No." Her hands were touching his face, so cold and gray a nd empty. "No! NO!" she shouted as Doggett pulled her away. She strug gled, tried to escape his grasp. "He needs help!" she screamed. Goddamnit why wouldn't he let her go, let her go to Mulder-- "It's too late!" he was crying. He tried to hold on to her, but she brok e away, pushing him aside, her mind whirling. "*He needs help!*" She turned, ran, gasping and hoping against hope that Jeremiah Smith would heal him. . . . A light. The ship. Seeing its brightness, its brilliant luminescence,= she ran harder, the fear choking her. She was running for Mulder's life. His *life*. Oh God. They cou ldn't take Jeremiah, they couldn't-- they wouldn't-- Back into the compound. People screaming. Frightened faces everywhere . Terror. The building shook. Abruptly everything was silent. The light disappeared. Her mouth form ed the word "No". Scully stared in shock around her, then fled to Jeremiah's ro om. "Jeremiah?" Desperately. He wasn't there. Scully looked up at the ceiling, tried to say "Help me" but the sound wouldn't come. She fell to her knees. "No! *This is not happening!= *" A raw shriek. "NOOOOO!" ***** Darkness. Voices piercing the blackness. "Oh my God." Doggett. "We have to get her out of here. It's too much for her." Skinner, his voice thick with emotion. "But she won't want to go." Doggett again. "I know she won't. I di dn't want to, either, when--" His voice cut off suddenly. "What about the baby?" "That kid's already been through a lot worse than this. It's her I'm wor ried about. This is the break, Skinner." He sounded tired. Or saddened. She opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor, the two men kneeling be side her. "Dana," Skinner breathed, seeing her eyes open. Scully sat up, gasping. "Oh God-- Mulder-- Jeremiah, they took him. . . ." She buried her face in her hands and drew in great heaving breaths. "Mulder, *Mulder*, oh God, *nooo*! No, please, oh God, this can't be happening, this *is not happening*. . . ." She thrashed out at Skinner, who was reaching out to her. "*NO*. . . ." "Calm down, please, Agent Scully, calm down--" Scully shoved away Doggett's hand and started to struggle to her feet. "You don't understand-- He can be saved, but Smith, Jeremiah Smith--" sh e cried. But Doggett and Skinner were holding fast to her, keeping her fro m going back to him, to Mulder-- "*Let me go!*" she screamed. Things were blackening again. She stopped struggling and sagged against them, her head lolling. She opened her mouth wide and tried to breathe, but she couldn't. Mulder's face swam into her mind. Was this how it had been for him? T rying to breathe. Not making it. Giving . . . in. . . . The voices again. "Hold on, Agent Scully, we're gonna get you out of her e." "Dana--" Were there bells ringing? It seemed like there were bells somewhere. Sirens. Shouts. "We need help!" "Where the hell are they?" "Hang on, hang on--" But she couldn't. She almost fell forward, her feet dragging, the arms a t her sides pulling her back up. Her hair fell into her face as her eyes stared blankly ahead. She panted for breath and couldn't find it. Falling. She was falling somehow. She clutched weakly at the arms of Doggett and Skinner, her eyes glazing. "I . . . I. . . . MULDER," she choked out. Scully saw again his body, so still and lifeless. "OH GOD !" she screamed, then stumbled again, slumping, staggering. "*Agent Scully!*" As she tumbled forward into the reeling blackness, she was vaguely aware th at Doggett was right. She had broken. ~END GIMME FEEDBACK!