From: Judochop9@aol.com Date: Sun, 8 Aug 1999 18:11:19 EDT Subject: xfc: A Feeling Lost Inside (1/3) Source: xfc From: Judochop9@aol.com TITLE: A Feeling Lost Inside AUTHOR: Christine <> FEEDBACK: Please?? It would make me very happy. Good or bad. ARCHIVING: Go right ahead. Just e-mail me first?or im if you're on aol, too. RATING: PG-13 CATEGORY: X mostly with some T too SPOILERS: I don't think they're any in here?but if you find some lemme know! SUMMARY: The story's there read it yourself! Hey it's not that long :) Besides I wouldn't want to ruin anything for you. Don't worry there's nothing out of line with a basic X-File. DISCLAIMER: ::frantically:: They're not mine, really they're not! ::thinks:: but they *could* be. So Fox, Ten-Thirteen, Mr. Carter, you wanna sell them to me?? I'll take 'em off your hands, gladly! *** FBI Headquarters 8:15 a.m. Mulder and Scully walked rapidly down the hall, trench coats fluttering behind them, toward Assistant Director Skinner's office. Mulder looked at Scully, "What do you think this is all about?" Scully shrugged her shoulders, "No idea. All I know is Skinner wants to see us." Mulder sighed, "what busy work assignment is he going to give us now? Investigating copied video tapes?" Scully chuckled, "you seem to know a lot about video tapes, what a perfect assignment for you." "I told you that wasn't mine!" Mulder protested, blushing slightly. "Sure," Scully said sarcastically as she opened the door to Skinner's office, "that's why it was in your briefcase." The two agents slipped inside. "Mr. Skinner will see you shortly," his secretary said, not even looking up. Mulder flopped down on a chair and patted the one next to him. "Why don't you have a seat, my dear." Scully raised a brow, "I'm fine standing." Mulder shrugged, "Suit yourself." Scully walked over to a table next to Mulder and looked through some magazines. "Sorry Mulder," she said with a grin, "no triple X magazines." Christ she's in a teasing mood. "At least I-" Mulder started a reply but was interrupted as Skinner opened his door. "Mulder? Scully?" he said grabbing his coat, "follow me." *** Mulder's thought of video tapes and busy work assignments quickly vanished. Skinner was walking swiftly in front of them, fast enough that Mulder and Scully had to do a quick jog to catch up. "What is it, sir?" Mulder asked. "I'll explain on the way down." Skinner stepped into the elevator, Mulder and Scully on his heels, and pressed "G". Skinner turned to face them, "there's been an?incident." The two agents waited patiently for him to elaborate. "There has been a hostile takeover at Washington National Airport." Scully raised a brow. Skinner sighed and continued, "A Cuban junta has seized control of the airport." Mulder looked puzzled and asked, "but how sir? The security there is airtight. How would any Cuban military group be able to smuggle arms on board a plane and make it off without being stopped." Skinner shrugged, "Maybe they didn't fly there but broke in, guns blazing?" Scully nodded, "Makes sense." Skinner looked at them, "Everything I've just told you is all the information I've been given." The elevator luched to a halt. You need Dramamine to ride *elevators* , Mulder thought, momentarily amused. The trio walked quickly to the parking lot, and got in Skinner's car. "Sir?" Scully asked, "do we have anyone at the area yet?" Skinner nodded, "Sniper's have been positioned on the buildings around the terminal. We also have the bomb squad dispatched." Skinner screeched around a turn, "I was asked to assign you, Mulder, as negotiator. Our superiors were ah?pleased?with the way you did on a previous negotiating circumstance." Scully frowned remembering that "circumstance" and how it was almost a failure and replied, "Our chief negotiator is unavailable isn't she, sir?" Skinner nodded, "That's the other reason." Mulder glared at Scully as Skinner's driving shoved him into his door. *** Washington National Airport 8:25 a.m. Skinner skidded to a halt behind the barricade of police cars and trucks outside the terminal, and got out of the car and the two agents followed. He had popped the trunk and handed each of them a bullet proof vest, telling them he'd be in the central van. Mulder and Scully made their way to the communications van. Mulder stepped inside and found the coordinator. Mulder extended his hand, "Agent Fox Mulder. I'm here as negotiator, and this," Mulder said turning to Scully, "is my partner, Agent Dana Scully." Scully nodded at the man. "Agent Bruce DeMarco," the man replied walking over to a table. He handed Mulder and Scully each a headset. "We've placed a drop-phone outside one of the doors. We believe the terrorists have taken it inside." Mulder nodded, "You said you *believe* they've taken it inside. Haven't they called yet?" DeMarco shook his head, "No." He scratched the back of his head, "and you know it's best we wait until they do." "*If* they do," Scully added. DeMarco nodded, "A chopper is on its way. It'll keep an eye on all the other exits since the terminal is so big. Also, strike forces are being placed inside the terminal far enough from the terrorists' area that they won't be detected." Mulder nodded, "Do we have visual feed?" DeMarco frowned, "Not yet but one of the strike teams has fiber optics video gear, and are making their way through the ducts where the terrorists are." DeMarco looked at his watch, "I estimate they'll have video feed up in?five minutes or so." Then the phone rang. "Agent Mulder," he responded situating the headset. The man on the other end said something in rapid Spanish. Mulder cupped his hand over the microphone and asked, "Do we have a translator?" A Hispanic man stepped forward and placed a headset on. "Agent Miguel Garcia," he said, "you tell him what you want to say." Mulder nodded, "I know the routine." Mulder noticed Scully was talking to the video feed group and was working them through the vent shafts. She was bent over a detailed blue print red hair hanging in the way. Good Mulder thought, she found something to do. "This is Agent Mulder, FBI" Garcia mimicked him in Spanish, "ste es agente Mulder, FBI." The terrorist shouted back, "No cuido quin usted es cerdo de Yankee!" He spat on the floor. Debo matar a todos estos cerdos aqu, ahora!" The terrorist slammed the phone down. "He said I don't care who you are Yankee pig, spat, and I should kill all of these pigs here, now!" Garcia translated. Mulder cursed under his breath. "Something tells me these guys aren't doing this for some money and a get away car." *** A Feeling Lost Inside 2/3 (Summary etc. on first page) Sargent Mike Kavner pulled himself through the air duct dragging a coil of fiber optics and a transmitter box behind him. Kavner grunted as he pulled himself closer to the grating at a painfully slow rate. When he reached the grating, he stopped and peered down below. One of the terrorists was standing near a group of hostages. One man was trying to say something to him. Kavner tilted his head and pressed his ear to the grating. "Pp?please," the man's muffled voice stuttered, "let the children go at least!" The terrorist, decked out in army garb, slammed the but of his gun down on the man's head. The man slumped unnaturally and blood ran from his eye and nose. Kavner grabbed the wire coil, taped the sensor by a gap in the grating, and inched backward. *** "Yes!" Scully shouted triumphantly. Mulder turned around, "What?" Scully looked at him and grinned, "First good news in a while. Video feed." Mulder wanted to hug her, but restrained himself, "Great!" Mulder walked over to where she was sitting, in front of a monitor. He leaned next to her to see what was happening. Five terrorists were visible. Two around the hostages, two patrolling and one was giving orders. "See that?" Mulder asked. One of the hostage guards was dragging a man out in the open. Scully's fingers tapped over the keys. The picture zoomed in. The man was the same one Kavner had seen being struck with the rifle. "Mulder, that man's been beaten. He may die depending on the severity of his head wounds." Mulder sighed loudly in frustration. "What can we do now?" Scully shrugged her shoulders in defeat, "wait for them to wear down." Mulder and Scully's eyes met and they made their decision. *** One-half hour later. The telephone rang waking Mulder, who didn't realize he had drifted off. He scrambled to put on his head set. "Mulder." "This is Skinner." Mulder about fell out of his chair when he realized it wasn't the terrorists. "Sir." "Have you made any progress?" "Not since they called and expressed their high regards for Americans, sir." Skinner grunted, "I don't know how much longer we can keep the press in the dark." Mulder sighed, "I understand, sir. If the media comes in that will make our job ten times harder. We can't use the snipers because all the windows have been blocked with blinds, sir. I don't think the terrorists will be calling back anytime soon either." "You have permission to call them if they don't call you in fifteen minutes. Agent Mulder, if we don't make any progress with negotiations, I'm sending in the strike teams." Yes, sir?sir?" Mulder asked, "Scully and I wish to be a part of the strike team. With all due respect sir, we can't just sit here and take no action. They've beaten an man sir, and we'd like to help take them out." "Beaten?" Skinner asked incredulously, "permission granted." "Thank you, sir," Mulder answered and hung up. *** Fifteen minutes later A ringing phone startled Carlos who had been pacing the room. He knew who it was immediately and angrily picked up. "Asqueroso perro! Usted desea hablar? Usted desea hablar? Charla a est to!" *** Mulder heard what the terrorist said and then a shot rang out. Mulder whipped around. "What did he say? Will someone tell me what the hell he just said?!" Garcia spoke up, "Filthy dog! You want to talk? You want to talk? Talk to this!" "Shit." Mulder picked up his phone and dialed Skinner. "Skinner." "We've had a casualty." "What?! Gear up Agents the strike teams are a go." *** Mulder and Scully stood pressed against the wall guns drawn, gas masks and vests on. Mulder's fingers shook with adrenaline and he was bathed in a cold sweat. Two men in full SWAT garb were on either side of the door. One with a battering ram the other with tear gas grenades. The one with the tear gas held up one finger, two, and three. The battering ram shattered the wooden door and the counting man threw two tear gas grenades in. Mulder and Scully burst into the smoke blanketed room on the heels of the two SWAT members. "Federal Agents!" Mulder and Scully both shouted. "Caiga sus armas, y mienta completamente en el suelo!" Scully shouted. She looked at Mulder, "I had Garcia tell me how to say 'drop your weapons, and lie flat on the floor." Mulder nodded and they move through the room. The cries of hostages' suffering the results of tear gas were now audible. "Over here!" one of the SWAT men yelled, "here they are! Drop it! Drop it!" They heard a weapon dropping to the ground, and ran over to help the SWAT member arrest the terrorist. "No! Usted no puede pararnos!" Mulder heard from behind him, then gunfire. *** Scully heard several shots ring out and instinctively dropped to the ground. Everything seemed in slow motion, her moves were sluggish. She turned her head to look behind her and found the source of the gun fire. A terrorist, eyes red from the tear gas and blinded by his own tears, was strafing in all directions. She saw Mulder behind her still standing. His right shoulder snapped forward with impact and a cloud of red blood burst out, then his shoulder hung limply. A fraction of a second after the first slug hit his shoulder, a second grazed his neck exiting with another, bigger, puff of red blood. Mulder's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground. "No!" Scully yelled filled with rage and a sudden fierce hatred. She rolled on her back and emptied her gun in the man's chest. Even after her gun clicked "empty" she tried to fire more shots. She stopped, got up, and ran to where Mulder had fallen. The other SWAT members took care of arresting the remaining terrorists. Scully bent next to Mulder's limp form. No, no, no, no?she repeated in her head, please God, no. "Somebody get an ambulance! Officer down! Get a god damn ambulance here, now!" Oh God, this looks bad. Mulder's shirt was soaked with crimson blood. Scully ripped off her coat and covered him with it. There was a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his lip. She pressed her hand on his neck wound. This is the worst one, Agent Scully thought, slipping into Doctor Scully. It must've punctured his trachea if he has blood in his mouth. Scully lifted his head to keep him from choking on his own blood. If it grazed his jugular he'll most likely bleed to death before an ambulance ever gets here. She looked at her watch 5:13, great, rush hour. Blood oozed out from between her fingers. He may have lost too much already, a voice in the back of her head said. *** A Feeling Lost Inside 3/3 (Summary etc. on first page) Georgetown University Hospital 7:30 p.m. Scully sat outside of OR, her hands trembling in her lap. A stoic doctor of about fifty-three walked out wiping his hands on his scrubs. "Dr. Tim Wirth," he shook her hand. Scully felt the stickiness of drying blood on his hand, and smelt it's metallic odor in his scrubs. Blood she thought *Mulder's* blood. Mulder who may be dead or dying. "It was a messy wound especially his neck wound," Dr. Wirth sighed, "It grazed his jugular as you suspected. He's lost a tremendous amount of blood and?well we don't expect him to make it through the night." Dr. Wirth continued on about how they did their best, and the difficulty of the operation, but Scully had stopped listening. We don't expect him to make it through the night, she repeated in her mind. Her head bowed and her body trembled as she fought back tears. She swallowed hard, and stood up. "Thank you doctor," her discipline allowed her to get that out without bursting into tears and causing a "scene". Doctor Wirth's face softened and he nodded sympathetically. Poor girl, he thought, why do these things have to happen to good people? He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "He'll be in his room shortly. We're all praying for him." Dr. Wirth walked back into OR, the door shutting quietly behind him, leaving Scully alone to deal with her grief. She walked aimlessly down the hall vision blurred with tears. *** Scully sat on the edge of Mulder's bed, two hours later, and watched him sleep. She leaned close to him and brushed a hand on his cheek. A single tear dropped from her face, and she watched as it splashed down onto his. This may be the last night I ever see you living again, she thought in mental anguish. Oh God, she thought almost breaking down into sobs, please let him be ok. He means everything to me. She wiped away a tear from her eyes. He looks so pale and weak. Dr. Wirth was right he's lost a great deal of blood. Skinner watched her from the room's window. Damn, he thought I *never* should've let them go. Two of my best agents, what the hell was *thinking*?" He mental chastised himself. Skinner sighed and walked slowly back to a waiting room, guilt weighing heavily upon his shoulders. *** 12:00 a.m. Scully fought to stay awake. Frustrated at having to *fight* to stay awake. He could very well *die* tonight and I can't even stay awake. She re-doubled her efforts to keep awake, but sleep became ever more enticing. It had been one hell of a day, and Agent Dana Scully was dog tired. *** Scully shifted in her chair, and woke with a start. Glancing at her watch, she cursed under her breath. 4 a.m.! When did *that* happen? She looked over at Mulder's bed and jumped. He was sitting up watching her. "Mulder, you scared me. You're so pale," She said, "you look like a corpse. Are you ok?" Mulder grimaced, "Compared to what?" She half smiled at that. "Why didn't you wake me?" Mulder started to shrug his shoulders but gritted his teeth as a hot flash of pain washed over his whole body. "You looked so peaceful there. And besides, Dana, you needed some sleep." When she looked up at him, he saw her eyes were brimmed with tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "I?I don't know what I would've done if you had?if you had died, Mulder. You came close to dying, so close." He reached over with his good arm and placed his hand on hers. Then, he grinned mischievously, "You know I'd never leave you for a man, Scully. A *Cuban* man at that." She smiled, and then his face turned very serious. "I love you Scully, you know that." She nodded. "I know," she whispered. And she finally admitted to herself a feeling lost inside, a feeling that she knew was there but never wanted to fully recognize. If she admitted to herself that she loved him, she'd have to face possibly losing him, and she didn't know if she could handle losing someone else she loved. Better to have loved and lost... She bent down and kissed him gently but fully on the lips. His eyes betrayed his shock. After a few seconds he kissed her back. She broke away and whispered, "I love you, too." *** "Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid it will never begin!" - Gary Gault *** End *** Check out my website: http://members.tripod.com/X-Philer009/index.html *Case sensitive* A fanfic page is coming very soon!