Title: Serious Part 3
Author: Tara Thorne
E-Mail: as346@chebucto.ns.ca
Disclaimer: We all know who
they belong to. I'm just a stressed out student
attempting to gain some experience from this.
Rating: Still PG.
Lotsa Mulder angst (mwa ha ha…). Still no sex
or bad language.
Summary: The musings of Fox
Mulder.
Spoilers: Terma
Note: It is essential to
have read the first two parts. Work with me here.
Okay, up with number 3. Thank you to all who mocked me, I
realize there is no H in Krycek. I wrote this in the
library at school this morning when I was supposed to be studying
for Law so feedback is important, meaning did I waste my time for
nothin? :-) Flames will be used to melt the
marshmellows in my hot chocolate. as346@chebucto.ns.ca
Fox Mulder couldn't believe it.
He stood, dumbfounded, in the middle of Dana Scully's apartment. He reached absentmindedly behind him for something to lean on, but found nothing.
And so he stood.
He felt as if at any moment he could fall over, and his strong legs were doing little to prevent it. The room was spinning, its objects blurring, but with one exception. No, make that two exceptions.
He groaned silently in his stupor. His mouth was becoming increasingly dry, and he realized that it was probably because it was hanging open in shock. He pulled his jaws together slowly, afraid that if he moved too fast he might pass out.
He absolutely couldn't believe it.
He shook his head to clear hs mind, but succeeded only in making his head spin. Faster.
This was not right. This was not happening.
It's the Apocalypse!
He almost grinned, in spite of himself, at his mind's hasty declaration. He was sure it wasn't the Apocalypse.
What the hell is it?
This was one of the biggest Scully-related shocks of his life. Possibly The Big One. But, he reminded himself, it wasn't happening.
Resisting the melodramatic urge to drop to his knees and scream like a desperate fool, he instead decided to sit down.
Yes. That's a good start
Slowly, he shuffled his feet backwards, taking little baby steps, until a chair came into his view. He was staring straight ahead, and hadn't blinked for awhile.
You'd better blink, Fox
That would be good. If both his mouth AND his eyes dried up, nothing would get accomplished. Because now he had a decision to make.
Which one should I kill first?
He was ashamed as soon as the thought entered his mind. He could never kill Scully.
Never say never
He agreed with *that* thought. He decided, however, to put it at the back of his mind until he knew the story. And then he would kill one of them.
And so he sat.
He sat stiffly, sputtering and shaking. He blinked again, hoping that he was dreaming, or disillusioned perhaps. At any rate, his mind would be at ease for a fraction of a second.
It didn't last long, as fractions of seconds rarely do. When he opened his eyes and again saw the horrible situation before him. He again felt the stab of betrayal. He again wondered what the hell was happening.
Finally, after agonizing minutes of looking like an idiot, he attempted to speak. Looking her full in the face, he opened his mouth.
Nothing came out. Her eyes made him lose it.
Damn you Scully!
For all the reasons he had to hate her right now, for all the times he had wanted to do it now. Not ever.
For in those ice blue eyes of hers -
Damn they're blue
-she bore no malice. Her mouth was pulled taut and her face showed no emotion, but her eyes gave her away. Mulder doubted she was attempting to hide anything anyway.
The haze her eyes had taken on was a sea of emotions, nameless and not. She was obviously tortured, upset and oddly grief-stricken, but Mulder thought he saw a flicker of something different.
Happiness?
No
Relief?
Definitely no
Trust?
Highly unlikely
Love?
Even his mind couldn't comprehend that. It was too unthinkable, too unbearable.
His dumbfounded gaze returned as he mulled over this possibility. And the look she flashed back at him said that, indeed, love *was* a possibility.
His eyes were questioning; he couldn't find his voice.
She nodded ever so slightly. The prosthetic hand closed over hers.
NO!
Silently, slowly, and calmly, Mulder reached inside his jacket.
Scully's eyes went wide and she threw herself in front of Krycek.
Mulder's two handed hold on his gun wavered momentarily. He gritted his teeth and searched for an exposed part of Krycek's body. Locking his deadly gaze on the spy's ribcage, he aimed.
End Part Three
Continued in Part Four.
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