From: G Sanderson Date: Fri, 02 Apr 1999 11:31:39 -0800 Subject: My X-Files Story Submission Title: Glimpse Of Death Author: Danielle Feedback: PLEASE!!! I live for feedback! CuteAndCudly@Yahoo.com Distribution: Sure! Just let me know where so I can visit every once in a while and keep my name attached. Rating: PG, possibly PG-13 for language Spoilers: Big Time TITHONUS!! Classification: XA Post-Tithonus Disclaimer: You all know the drill. They ain't mine, nor will they ever be. If I thought up something as great as The X-Files, I wouldn't have to sharpen my own pencils. Thanks to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, Fox, and whatever other corrupt government agencies might have their grimy claws firmly implanted in The X-Files. And Also Vince Gilligan one of THE GREATEST writers there is and my idol! We love you! Summary: This is a post episode and a 'what if' story. What if Mulder would have rode along with Ritter to Fellig's house to find Scully. Author's Note: Awww don't be to rough. Cut me a little slack! :-) And now on with the show! Fright. That's what he saw in her eyes. Fear. Fear for what has been done. He saw the fright and the fear in the eyes of victims, for whose pictures he had so selffishly taken while they lay dying. He knew now that, that same fear and same fright was in his eyes. For he himself had seen death. To lay there waiting, was all he could do for he knew was the enevitable. "Oh dear god no." That was all she could make out. For she knew someone was speaking, talking yet she was too frightened, too scared and too tired to make or even form words. Tired. Oh so tired... Mulder had decided to ride along with Agent Ritter to help look for Scully. Alfred Fellig had been a murderer. Mulder had checked his files personally and was in a way, a bit surprised at what he had found. He knew now that Fellig's plans possibly could have been to find a next victim and he wanted to make sure his next victim wasn't Scully. "Oh god no no no no..." Agent Payton Ritter had shot Scully. His gun was aimed for Fellig, the bullet, meant for Fellig. This was never meant to happen. The bullet had struck Fellig and went straight through his body striking Scully who was standing directly behind him. Agent Ritter ran back outside and up to Mulder, who was still talking to the local P.D. Mulder could tell instantley, by the look on Ritters face that something was wrong. Very wrong. "What is it Ritter?" Mulder asked getting the sense that something wasn't quite right. "It-It's Agent Scully..." Ritter did his best to form words but they just wouldn't come out. Before Ritter could sputter another syllable Mulder was already gone and in the house with-in seconds. "Oh god, please no..." That's all Mulder could make out. For the sight in front of him was to much for him to bare. There lay Scully, a bullet wound to the abdomen and Fellig laying just feet from her. Dead. Mulder ran up to her and started checking her over. Her pulse was fast and near steady. She could barley breath because of the exssesive amount of blood that was dripping from the wound and into her lungs. Mulder was now frantic. From pure exhaustion and shock Scully had layed her head back and had her eyes closed. The first thought that ran through Mulder's head was that she was dead. With shaky hands, he checked her pulse again. Still steady. Still there. "Scully?" Mulder raised his hand up and slowly and gently lifted her chin up. She had a trickle of blood dripping down from the curve of her mouth. He called her name again. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. "Scully?" Slowly and warily Scully's eyes came into view. She slowly turned her head and waited for her eyes to focus. A gleam of happiness flickered across her eyes when she noticed Mulder sitting beside her, his eyes filled to the brim with ushed tears. Mulder noticed that she had opened her eyes and couldn't help but let a small, yet sad smile cross his face. "M-Mulder?" It was a near whisper, barley audible. So small he almost didn't hear her say it. "I'm here. It's ok. Help is on the way ok Scully? Just hang in there" "S-S-Scared" "I know you are. I'm right here, help is on the way. Just hang in there for me ok?" Scully did her best to nod. Mulder noticed at that moment something brushing against the fingertips of his hand. He looked down and noticed Scully was reaching for his hand. Mulder reached over and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. At that moment one of the local officials ran into the house informing them that help was on the way. Mulder nodded and the officer took that as his cue to leave again. "Hear that Scully? Help is on the way, just hang in there for a little while longer ok?" Scully took a moment to find her voice. When she did she finally turned to talk. "Mulder?" Mulder had been staring into space when he heard her whisper his name. His head whipped around and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze to ler her know that he was there. "You ok?" She asked through a barley audible whisper. A single tear slid down his cheek. Here she was, laying bleeding with a bullet to her stomach and she was worried about him. "I'm doing ok." "How are you hanging in there?" Scully slowly nodded her head. "I'm ok" At that moment Mulder couldn't handle it no more. Tears started flowing freely down his face as he slid closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Crying silently. Scully didn't have to ask. She knew what he was so upset about. What his fear was. He was afraid she was going to die and leave him. So many things would be left un-said. So many things left un-done. She wanted, no she needed to tell that she was gonna be ok. She could feel it. She had her faith and her beleifs. She always had the strenth of her beliefs. She wasn't going to leave him. She knew if she died, half of him died with her. She knew also if she died he would probaly go and do something extremley dumb. He would blame himself in complete denial. Making himself believe it was his fault. That is could have been prevented. It would get to the point when he couldn't take it no more and he would go over the edge. Her fear is he might would try and kill himself. It wouldn't be the first time. Thank god the first time he tried it failed. She couldn't let it happen. She WOULDN'T let it happen. "Mulder?" "Yeah Scully?" Mulder lifted his tear soaked face off Scully's shoulder and, for the first time since she got shot,, he looked straight into those beautiful sky blue eyes. Scully took a few moments to respond, thinking on what to say next. "I-I know what your so scared of. So afraid of. I know your afraid that I'm going to die. That I'm going to leave you." Scully slowly lifted her head to look at Mulder. What she saw there broke her heart in two. Fear. She saw his fear for her. "But Mulder, I'm not going anywhere, That I can promise you. I'm gonna be right there by your side debunking your wild theories and searching for the truth like we always have." Mulder slowly nodded. At that moment the paramedics came running through the front door. Mulder didn't want to leave her but the paramedics kept pushing him out the way. He knew they were only trying to help her. "Let me tell her one thing before I go." He asked one of the paramedics. After getting the ok, Mulder walked back up to Scully and took her hand in his. "Hey I'm gonna be right outside. Your in good hands now ok?" Scully slowly nodded and gave Mulder a weak smile. Mulder gave her a light kiss on the cheek before letting go of her hand and walking out the door. He had a quick little mission to do now. The mission was to find Agent Ritter and have a nice, calm, man to man talk with him, Then kick his ass to hell and back. Agent Ritter was standing against one of the squad cars when he saw Mulder apporaching in the distance. "Agent Ritter" Mulder said with a nod. "Agent Mulder, I am so sorry I-" Ritters words were cut off as Mulder's hands wrapped around Ritter's throat. "RITTER YOU FRICKING DUMB-ASS!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?? ARE YOU JUST PLAIN DUMB AND STONE BLIND?!?! ASSHOLE!!! That's my partner and best friend in there, laying on a stretcher WITH A BULLET WOUND TO HER STOMACH! One that is there because of your stupidity!!" Mulder released the grip he had on Ritters neck and brought one hand up gripping the neck of his shirt. "You piece of shit! This one is for Scully." Mulder left hand came up connecting with the side of Ritters face, knocking him to his knee's, his lip busted and his face full of blood. "Get up" Mulder said in a cold voice. Ritter just stayed where he was, ignoring Mulder's every word. Mulder reached into his holster and pulled out his gun. He raised it up and aimed it at Ritters head. "I SAID GET UP NOW!!!" Mulder screamed, his face red with hate for the man in front of him, who he had his gun trained on. "Ok! Ok! Just get that gun out of my face!" Mulder lowered his arm and put his gun back in his hip holster. Mulder reached down and pulled Ritter to his feet, by the neck of his shirt. Mulder got right in his face to make sure Ritter heard every word. "You listen Ritter and you listen GOOD. If something, ANYTHING, happens to her, I will hunt you down like a dog and torture you. Then I will put a bullet to your stomach just moments before another bullet makes contact with the side of your head! THAT you can count on." With that said, Mulder gave Ritter one more look, one that told him to pray for his life, then walked off. He knew Scully would be asking for him and he wanted to make sure he was there when she did. The End! Well?? Watcha think?? Let me know Puuhhhlease!!