From: "*/Sarah\\*" Date: Mon, 15 Feb 1999 22:02:29 +0000 Subject: From Pendrell, With Love 3: 7 Minutes in Heaven (fanfic) Title: From Pendrell, With Love 3: Seven Minutes in Heaven Author: Agent Angel, well my real name is Sarah Aanderud E-mail: aanderud@earthlink.net Rating: PG Category: some A, and a few Gory Spoilers: none, isn't that weird? Keywords: Terrorism, and near death Summary: Ten agents, including Mulder and Scully are on a train set to explode without their knowing. Angel and Pendrell have hospital duty. Scully gets seven minutes to decide her fate, to live, or die. Disclaimers: Mulder, Scully, and Pendrell all belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions. Agents Kendall, Ludwig, Illythia, Charko, Bramet, Biwer, Puffsin, and Skye belong to me. Angel and her brother Dr. Angel belong to me. The big guy belongs to himself, God. Carl Kroffen is just some guy, who also belongs to me, including Kutchen, a fellow angel like Pendrell. The agents I created were from friends I have. Kendall is myself, Illythia is my good friend Jessica Lolwing, Ludwig is just some stupid name, Charko is my friend Rhia Charko (no offense on your annoying character, sorry if I had to kill it), Bramet is Rhia's boyfriend Brandon (also no offense, man), Biwer is Jenny, Puffsin is from my good friend (yes very good friend) Puffster, and Skye is my good buddy Joy (your favorite name, Skye!). I will accept feedback as usual, and no flames please. This one's for Jessica (Illythia), she wanted another tearjerker. Also, this story isn't based on that famous closet makeout game, sorry. The rude comments in this are from Scully's anger. I'm not making fun of anything. The train whizzed by in a blur of silver. Scully stepped back. She and nine other agents were going to New Haven, Connecticut for a multi-agent case. Scully is going for her medical knowledge, and to do those bastardic , if there is any bodies. Mulder is going for his paranormal expierence, or AKA, farfetched ideas for a broken lamp. Mulder scoffed for the tenth time this morning. Scully was on the verge of ripping his fat mouth off. "Quit it Mulder. Deal with it." said Scully through clenched teeth. "Well I can't help it that Kersh is too cheap. It's only ten agents, and he gives us a stinkin' train?!" complained Mulder. Scully kicked Mulder hard in the shin. "Like I said, just shut up." Mulder stared at Scully with a bewildered look on his face. "Ok, ok." Scully turned to face Mulder. "You're more annoying that Agents Charko and Bramet today. They're even coming with us. So shove it, and vent it out on them." Scully spun back around and boarded the train. Mulder shuddered and followed her. Mulder took one look at the car that they were riding in, and had only one thing to say. "Coach seating?!" Mulder exclaimed. Scully just about had it. She grabbed Mulder's tie tightly and pulled him close to her face. "For the last time, just shut up!" she screamed into his face. Mulder flinched. A young woman, one of the agents, looked up at Scully. She rose up out of her seat and made a suggestion. "Excuse me, Agent Mulder." she said in a quiet tone. Mulder looked at her and yanked his tie out of Scully's grasp. "Yes?" he said, straightened his tie. "You can have my seat. It looks like your partner is pretty mad at you and wouldn't want to sit with you for the whole ride." The young agent stepped over Agent Skye and a little boy. "Ok, thanks." Mulder stepped over the boy and Skye to get to his seat. The young agent removed her luggage from the overhead compartment on the right, and put it in the left one. She sat right next to Scully. "I don't know how to thank you from getting rid of that heathen for awhile. He was really starting to get on my nerves for the past week about this case's transportation." said Scully with a sigh. "You're welcome. I'm Special Agent Catlin Kendall. I'm from the bomb unit." the young agent shook Scully's hand. "I'm Special Agent Dana Scully, and that whiner over there is my partner Fox Mulder. We're from background checks, but we were sent for our other expierence. How did you know Mulder's name?" "You yelled it in his face, half of the car heard you." "Oh yeah, sorry for doing that." "It's all right." "I haven't seen you before. Are you new?" "Yeah. I came to the FBI a couple days ago. This is my first case." "Welcome." "Thanks." The train started up. Another shrill siren wailed. Pendrell flinched and brought his hand up to his ear. Angel did the same. "Dr. Brad Angel to the ER!" the intercom screamed. "Geez, I haven't got used to the sirens yet." Pendrell strained. "Dr. Brad Angel? Could that be my little brother?" said Angel, confused. A doctor whizzed by the two of them in a flash of white. "Captain of the football team Brad? No way." Angel went after the doctor that just went by, Pendrell following her. They both dodged the stretcher with a guy bleeding in the chest. The doctor stopped on the left of the stretcher, Pendrell and Angel on the right. Angel strained to see the doctor's face, his ID clip-on badge said Dr. Brad Angel. "Hey, it is lil old Brad!!" Pendrell looked at the doctor. "You're right, it is Brad. I can't believe he became a doctor." Angel looked down at the man on the stretcher, it was a stabbing victim with the name of Carl Kroffen. Angel's pager chirped. It read: Carl Kroffen, ER, stabbing. Angel nodded and took Carl's hand. Carl's soul came out of the bloodied body. "Hey?" said Carl, bewildered. "Hey Carl. I'm going to lead you to heaven. It's your time to go." said Angel. "Oh, ok. Should I panic?" "No." When Carl was properly escorted, Angel returned to the ER. Her brother was frantically trying to bring Carl back. "Pend, I really hate hospital duty." "Yeah. New York hospitals are weird." Brad stomped his foot. He cursed under his breath. "There goes another stabbing victim this morning." said Brad. A nurse coaxed him. Angel felt a little sorry for her brother, but that's the way it is. Agent Illythia paced down the aisle. Her partner's laptop was bothering her. All he does is type, type, and type on that blasted thing. She wished it would b low up in his face. "Agent Illythia?" asked Kendall, trying to get Illythia to slow down. Illythia stopped in front of Scully's seat. "What?" Illythia asked. "Your partner's laptop bothering you again?" "Yeah. I had to get away from it, or I'll break it on his head." "You could sit with Agent Scully and I." Illythia stepped over Scully and Kendall and plopped down in the empty seat next to Kendall. "What is this case they're sending us on?" "No idea. Assistant director Kersh just gave us the tickets and pushed us on our way. No file, no idea about what we're working on." said Scully. "Ten different agents each with different skills, all to a tiny town that sounds like a fishing town or something." said Kendall. The three were stumped. Brad was outside on the hospital's basketball court working on his hook shot. "Did you flick your wrist, genius?" asked Angel. "What?" asked Brad. Angel walked into view. "Flick your wrist genius. I taught you that before. Did it slip out of your head or something?" Brad turned around. He dropped the ball. "No one calls me genius except my sister. She's dead." "I am your sister." "Flicker? Is it actually you?" "Yeah, it's me, your flicker." Angel hugged Brad. "Everybody misses you. Mom, dad, the whole Angel clan back home. How's death treating you?" "It's pretty good. I'm an angel, and I take people. I took Carl Kroffen earlier. Poor you, threw a little fit like when you didn't get the touchdown." Brad laughed. Pendrell watched from a picnic table a few yards away. Pendrell thought with a small grin on his face. "Now entering New York." the intercom whined. Scully looked up from her notebook. Mulder was popping sunflower seeds, again. Scully thought, shaking her head. She heard a keyboard clattering a few seats back. Illythia leaned in. "That's my annoying partner." whispered Illythia. "I can hear that." said Scully with a laugh. The train shook. Mulder dropped his sunflower seeds. The train shook again, much harder. A scent of smoke and gunpowder wafted in. Kendall gasped. "What is it?" Scully asked Kendall. Illythia wanted to know too. The train shook again. "It's a bomb. Class C ones. No farther than 50 feet apart underneath the aisles." said Kendall. "Is it close?" "Yes. Very." The last few seconds felt slow as Scully's head turned to see the blast inching closer. The fire burned on her face, other heads turned, screams were silenced by the explosions. Sirens screamed. Angel growled. She finished off her coffee and threw the empty Styrofoam cup in the trash. she thought as she stood up. "Doomsday at noon>" said Angel with a husky accent. Pendrell laughed and stood up too. Angel awaited the rush of doctor's white coats, the intercom crackling, wheels clacking over the sound of medical talk, and the bodies on the stretchers. After all, she and Pendrell were going to be at the hospital for a long, tedious month. "All doctors and nurses near and in the ER report to the doors, over 50 victims in a train bombing." the intercom crackled. Angel put her arm across Pendrell's chest, pushed him back, and stepped back as the ER doors burst open with the flood of paramedics and their stretchers. There was a light smell of burnt flesh. Angel and Pendrell watched the slightly charred/bloody faces go by. Various types of people went by, all recovered from the train bombing still fighting to live. The two of them saw a few familiar faces go by, something bad was up. They looked at each other. When all the commotion settled down, Pendrell and Angel headed up to the burn unit. "Jeez, six FBI agents so far from DC here." exclaimed Angel. She put down Illythia's chart. Pendrell looked over at the agent next to Illythia, he has shards of laptop screen glass in his hands and face. The agent across from Illythia had so much glass embedded in his face, bandaged up, barely recognizable. "This guy must have had a window seat." said Pendrell, pointing to the face. Pendrell noticed something in the guy's legs. He started to pick at it to find out what it was. He found it and held it up, it was a half cooked sunflower seed. "Yeah, a window seat. What do you have there?" asked Angel. "A sunflower seed. He must have been eating them when the train blew up. There might be some more." "The seeds must have been on the floor of the train near this guy's feet. They blasted up into this legs when the bomb went off." "Who is this guy?" Angel picked up the chart at the edge of the bed, read it, and gasped. She looked at Pendrell and showed him the chart. It was Mulder. "If there's a Mulder......." "There has to be a Scully." Pendrell fainted. When Pendrell came to, the first thing that popped up in his head was that if Scully was all right. Angel was standing over him with water. He sat up and took the water from her. He drank it slowly. "You all right?" Angel asked, "Yeah, a little. We have to find Scully.." said Pendrell as he got up. Angel pulled him back down onto the bench. "I found her in the next room that Mulder was in. She's not so good." "What do you mean not so good?" "She's in a coma. Several pieces of glass are lodged in her skull. Good thing she was right in between two bombs, 25 feet from both." "Can I see her?" "Yeah." "How many people were on the train when the bombs went off?" "Around 75. Nineteen people were already dead when the ambulances arrived. There's only 44 people still alive here, 31 have already died." A flat line alarm beeped. "Now 32." Pendrell was hyperventilating. Angel sat him down in a chair outside Scully's room and pushed his head between his knees. When Pendrell finally calmed down, Angel lead him into Scully's room. "I heard from Kutchen, that the bombs were fairly minor, Class C ones. Kutchen was the angel on duty in the train when it blew up. He overheard Agent Kendall tell Scully about the bombs, seconds before the explosion in their car." said Angel. "And Kendall is.....?" said Pendrell, trailing off. "The bomb expert. Just joined the FBI." Pendrell stood over Scully's bed. Scully was on a ventilator. Pendrell sat down in the chair next to her bed. He took her hand and stroked it gently. Scully's heart monitor beeps quickened up. Pendrell backed up. Doctors rushed in as Scully violently twitched. One doctor held her down as another waited for the nurse to finish preparing the syringe. Angel's pager chirped. Angel shook her head at it and looked up. "No, god, no." Angel said to the ceiling tiles. Pendrell shot her a worried look. Her pager chirped again. "What is it?" asked Pendrell, scared. Angel showed him her pager. It said: Dana Scully, burn unit, take to Limbo, NOW. Pendrell gasped. Angel took Scully's hand, and Pendrell took the other. Scully blinked several times. The dark forest of Limbo spilled out all around her. She noticed tow people by her side. It was Pendrell and Angel. "Where am I?" she asked the two of them. "Limbo. It's the waiting area where you have to decide your own fate." said Angel. "You only have seven minutes to decide if you want to live, or go to heaven. If you haven't decided when your seven minutes are up, then you'll go flat line and die." said Pendrell. "We'll be over by the tree with the red squiggle when you've decided." Angel and Pendrell walked off. Scully fell down into a soft lush fern plant. Scully thought. Scully opened her eyes after the seven minutes were up. The white ceiling tiles. She had decided to live. She turned her head. A nurse looked up. "Oh, you've waken up. Let me get Dr. O'Neil." said the nurse. She left the room and came back with a young doctor with gold rimmed glasses. "Hello Dr. Scully. I need to check up on you, so sit up and take deep breaths." said Dr. O'Neil as he pushed the glasses back up his nose. Scully obeyed the doctor. She felt the cold metal against her skin. Scully laid back down and the doctor jotted a few things down in his notebook. "How am I?" asked Scully. "Well, you're doing better. We would suggest in the next few days that you would get reconstructive surgery when your scars heal. I'll be back in a while." Dr. O'Neil left the room. Scully looked out the window and sighed. Three weeks later, Scully and the remaining six other agents went back to the hospital for the surgery. Agents Charko, Bramet, and Puffsin didn't survive the bombing. Pendrell and Angel vowed never to do hospital duty again, it was too depressing, and the sirens were disturbing. Dr. Brad Angel's hook shot is better.