From: Scott Miller Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: REPOST: Will (1/1) [Pusher scene] Date: Tue, 12 Mar 1996 16:38:39 -0600 (CST) Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and the evil guy all belong to Chris Carter and Ten-Thirteen productions. No infringement is intended. And I'm not trying to criticize anyone's writing with this, but.... This is a follow up to Pusher. There was some missing time between when Modell takes Mulder's headset off and when Scully enters the room. So, in my mind, here's what happened: Will by Scott Miller "You won't be needing those." "What do you want with me?" "Ah, Mulder, I've been expecting you." "What do you want, Modell?" "You, Mulder. You are the adversary I've been looking for. That jacket must be heavy, Mulder, with all that kevlar in it, you probably want to take it off." Mulder heard his voice, but it was getting farther off, becoming more his own. He could hear the words, gradually turning into his own voice. His jacket DID feel heavy. "Come, Mulder, it's time for a little game." "What do you want with me, you're dying, and there's an entire SWAT team outside waiting for you." "They won't dare come in here and take me by force... Besides, I have what I need here. Sit down Mulder. It's time for a lesson on chance." "What are you..." "Sit down Mulder. Sit down and listen to me, you want to kill me don't you Mulder. You want me dead." "Yeah." Mulder thought his voice sounded far off, almost as if it was being controlled by someone else, like his voice was just repeating a script very well known to him. "Well here's a way you can do it. You just have to play by my rules." Modell picked up the gun and opened the chamber. He inserted one brass bullet into the chamber and spun carelessly. Mulder watched the chamber intently, if he could just... The chamber closed. "You should take your vest off Mulder, its awful hot in here. Don't you think. Its kind of muggy, you'd be a lot more comfortable if you took the vest off." Mulder's arms slowly removed the vest. He felt like a puppet, and Modell was tugging at his strings. He watched himself in a sort of internal horror as he followed Modell's commands without being able to resist. "You probably want to get started don't you Mulder. You can't wait to blow my brains out can you. Well, you'll get your chance, but not yet." "What do..." "Don't talk, Mulder, its very stressful, you feel better when you're quiet anyway. Soon enough your partner will be here. I know she'll come. Thats why I took your camera. She won't be able stand to have you in here with me." Mulder grimaced. "I said you two work well together. Is it true Mulder?" He nodded. "Why is that Mulder? Don't bother answering, I already know. You probably won't admit it to yourself, but I know the answer. Am I making any sense Mulder? There really isn't any point in denying it Mulder." The corner of Mulder's lip raised in a threating manner. Despite trying as hard as he could, he could not get his hands to lift from the table. "You love her, don't you. I can tell by the way you act around her. I think you should act on your feelings instead of using logic. You listening Mulder? Listen carefully. "How long have you known Agent Scully? Two, three years? If you're just taking it slow, you're going slow enough. She's a great partner, isn't she Mulder. That fiery red hair, her perfect figure. Frankly, Mulder, she's hot, and you know it. Sure would be a damn shame to lose her. It would probably make you feel guilty, especially if you caused her death. "Well, I suppose its about time Mulder. Its time for you to slide away. You can hear, but you're focusing on me now Mulder. Here comes your partner." The door slowly opened, but Mulder found he couldn't turn his head. Somehow, though, he knew it was Scully. She had to help him, he didn't think he could help himself anymore. Mulder watched in horror as Scully came into the room. Modell's voice drew him toward the gun, lifting it at Modell and pulling the trigger. No sound came from its barrel. Modell coaxed him further, while he could barely hear Scully, telling him he could fight. But he couldn't. Click. "You bastard!" Scully's voice shot through Mulder's head like a cannon. He had to warn her. Modell wanted him to shoot Scully next. He closed his eyes, picturing the barrel of the gun before Modell closed it. He could almost see it clearly, the bullet was in the third chamber. Oh no. That meant... No, he had to fight it. He pointed the gun at Scully, against his will. "Run Scully!" The words dripped out of his mouth difficultly, but it was enough. Scully bolted for the door and pulled the fire alarm. The sudden disturbance gave Mulder the chance he needed. Summoning his last ounces of strength, he pointed the weapon at Modell and started firing, not able to control stopping, watching first as Modell flew backwards out of the chair, then as the gun continued clicking. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- So, how was it? Send comments, flames, suggestions, praise, whatever to: smiller@wsp1.wspice.com Stay tuned to this newsgroup for more fanfic :)