Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 18:34:41 -0400 Subject: Impossible Title- Impossible Author- LadySlypr Rating- PG Category- Story/Angst Spoilers- none Keywords- Summary- Mulder needs to tell Scully something important, but someone else tells her first while she's in a terrible predicament. "Take a seat Agent Scully," Skinner said gesturing to the chair facing his desk. Scully was aware that this was going to be an interrogation of the whereabouts of Mulder. This conference was all too familiar. Skinner would ask her if she knew where Agent Mulder ran off to, and she'd answer with, "I only know as much about his location as you do Sir." She'd exit, then, leaving the assistant director and herself equally clueless. And that's exactly how it went. "Thank you for your time Agent Scully," Skinner said as she stood up to leave, "If you hear anything, please contact me." "Certainly." "And Agent Scully," Skinner said catching her on her way out the door, "I'm as concerned with Mulder's well being as you are, and I'm saying that as a friend." Scully gave him a weak nod and a half smile, and left for the weekend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At around 7:15 that Friday evening, Scully received a call on her cell phone. "Scully." "Hey, it's me." "Mulder?" Scully covered her free earlobe with her finger to better hear the voice at the other end. "Yeah. Scully, I can hardly hear you. Where are you?" Scully's good friend, Sara, had persuaded her to come along for a night of loud music, free beer, and trash talking but good looking men. Scully eventually agreed by convincing herself that it was for her own good. Anything was better than spending another Friday night with a pint of Purely Pistachio Friendly's ice cream while watching Nick at Nite re-runs on a fuzzy T.V. set. "I was about to ask you the same question. I'm at some trashy night club called The Dive." After making her way past a crowd of horny, obnoxious, beer-bellied guys who were whistling and shouting obscene comments at her, she stepped out into a secluded back alley. "Sounds like you got a fan club." Mulder offered sarcastically. Ignoring Mulder's comment, she asked, "Where the hell have you been?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Try me." "Australia." "What? Skinner's been asking about you. We thought you were in trouble." Scully was becoming irritated. What the hell was he doing there? "Listen. I followed Krycek there. Last Tuesday, he broke into my apartment while I was home. He took some important papers. I was just coming out of the shower when I saw him run out the door. He doesn't know I followed him, but I know why he went. Smoking Man's got a place in Sydney." "What papers Mulder? What are they about?" After a short pause, Mulder hesitantly answered with, "They're papers I received from Byers a week ago about Emily. I" "Mulder," Scully interjected before he could say anymore, "I don't want to talk about this over the phone." Scully's voice had grown soft. Mulder knew that she was sensitive to the issue. "All right. Krycek's nowhere to be found, and I'm already on my way back. I'll call you as soon as I get home." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After tipping the cab driver, Scully stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of her apartment building. Her ride, Sara, had left with some guy she met at The Dive and insisted on paying for Scully's cab fare, but she refused to accept it. It was about 9:45, and she wasn't a bit tired. She was impatiently waiting to talk to Mulder. What was he going to tell her about Emily? Scully reached her apartment, unlocked the door, stepped in, and closed it behind her. Before she could switch the light on, her back was pinned up against the wall. She gasped for air after having the wind knocked out of her. Scully could vaguely identify the face of the man who stood before her. There was no use in struggling to get free. He had both of her wrists grasped tightly in one hand and a gun in the other. "How the hell are you Dana?" Krycek. How did he get in here? "Let me go," she said desperately trying to escape him. "I love it when you're vulnerable." "Fuck you." "No, no, no. I'll fuck you. If you scream or try to run away from me, I'll shoot you. Got it?" He gently let go of her wrists, and pushed her with the gun placed in the small of her back toward the bedroom. Scully knew Krycek wasn't reluctant to shoot her if she tried to get away, so she made no attempt to escape. "Turn the light on." Scully followed his command, and turned on her night stand lamp. Suddenly she realized that she left her gun in the drawer of her night stand, but she was going to wait until he wasn't looking to take it out. All of a sudden, Scully's cell phone rang, and she shivered. Krycek stood completely still, gun in hand. He gathered that if she didn't answer, the caller might think there was something wrong and come and check up on her. "Answer it. Say nothing of my being here." Scully nodded and took it out of her pocket trying quickly to pull herself together. "Scully." "Hey, it's me. I need to talk to you. Would you come over?" "I can't." "Uh. Okay. Do you want me to go over there?" Scully paused to look at Krycek waving his gun and gesturing for her to hang up. Realizing that she'd need as much comfort as she could get after she blew this asshole's head off, she said yes and told him that she had to go. "What did Mulder want?" "How did you know it was Mulder?" "I didn't. You just told me." "He was just asking about a case we're working on." "Yeah. Right. Lie down." Krycek pulled a pair of handcuffs out from his pocket and clasped her left wrist to the bedpost figuring she could use her other hand for his pleasure. "So, did Mulder tell you about the stolen papers?" Scully didn't answer. "Answer me when I ask you a question." Krycek smacked her clear across the face leaving a big red mark under her right eye. Oh, how Scully wanted to take out her gun just then and shoot him dead. "Yes." "Did he also tell you about Emily?" "No." "Well, it turns out that I'm...you're going to laugh...Emily's dad." Krycek grinned with satisfaction. He had been the father of Scully's daughter. Scully went blank. Oh God. How is that possible? "You're probably wondering how, but I think if you put two and two together you'll come up with a solution." Krycek began undressing himself. First, he untied his shoes and took off his socks. Then he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Finally, as he was lifting his shirt over his head, Scully rolled on her side, pulled out the drawer, and retrieved the gun. Krycek instantaneously jumped on Scully and dove for the gun. After swiping it away from her and throwing it next to him on the bed, he began to unbutton the blouse that she was wearing. She was pinned under him wriggling to get free. Krycek unknowingly let go of her right wrist busying himself with undoing her top, and she threw an all mighty punch right into his jaw. He fell back stunned by the blow. She reached as far as her arm could stretch and grabbed the gun. With one bullet to the chest, he was dead in a matter of seconds. Mulder had arrived at Scully's building seconds before, and was walking up to her apartment. Fearing that the gunshot had come from Scully's apartment, he hurried up the stairs and rushed into her room. He stopped in the doorway of her bedroom to find her limp body cuffed to the bed with her shirt undone and Krycek sprawled on the floor in boxers. "Jesus Scully, what happened?!" He searched through Krycek's pant pockets for a key to the handcuffs. After finding it, he hurried back to Scully and unclasped her wrist from the bed post. Mulder helped her sit up, and discovered the sores on her legs, wrists, and face. He immediately picked up her cell phone and called 911. After hanging up, he held Scully in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.