TITLE: No Title

AUTHOR: Diane A. Doty

E-MAIL: jadecow14@aol.com

SUMMARY: On their way to another seminar, our fav. duo get kidnapped. They
have 
to make a choice between which one dies and which one lives.

CATEGORY: oh, who knows? Stick it where ya want.

RATING: Well, there's some violence and cursing (I use the 'f word' three
times). I guess it's PG13 to a light R.

SPOILERS: Mention of the 5th season episode Detour, Beyond the Sea, Colony,
and Anazasi. I think I spelled that right. None of these will really spoil
anything (except maybe Detour, but what I mention is just part of the begining
plot...). All they really are is mentions of Mulder's mishaps...

WARNINGS: What's the fun of warning yas? 

DISTRIBUTION: Sure go ahead and take it if ya like...

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. They belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. 

Notes: Nothing big really. Other then this is the second time I couldn't come
up w/ a title. Sorry, but you'll live right? Oh, and this is kinda a repost
cos my mom went phsyco yesterday when I clicked send (she pulled out the plung
cos I wouldn't clean my room) and I'm not sure if it sent or not. This is
difrent from what was sent yesterday, if it went out...And keep in mind this
was written in two days...

that's it!

No Title (1/1)
By Diane A. Doty

     The door shut, and she was alone. She tensed waiting for the shot.
Knowing what was happening, but hoping against hope that it didn't. She was
still in shock of what he did. 
     When the shot came, it was more then one, accompanied with what sounded
like a struggle. Each one ripped her heart from her chest. She closed her eyes
and leaned against the wall, waiting for it all to be over.
***
(A week earlier)

     "Hey, Scully, do you think we'll get stopped by another road block?"
Mulder asked her with a sideways glance.
     "I dunno, Mulder. Isn't it the hibernation time for moth men?" She
replied with a smile.
     "Maybe we could find the cockroach that ate Cincinnati." He suggested
with a grin.    
     He was really hoping that something would come up. Another workshop that
he hated. A bunch of people that didn't like him pretending to be polite only
to joke when they thought that he didn't hear them. He also thought that they
were a waste of time, when he could be doing something productive. 
     "It's only a three day seminar." Scully said, sensing his thoughts.
"It'll be like a little vacation from working. Besides, if you were in DC
right now, you'd be explaining how you managed to lose both your cell phone
and your gun on our last case."
     "At least we found the gun." Mulder said after a while. "And it wasn't my
fault. The cell phone got broke when I was hit by the car."
     "You've used that one already."
     "Yeah, I know." He mumbled back. "Maybe if our suspects stopped running
across busy streets I wouldn't have a problem."
     "Maybe if you looked both ways you wouldn't have a problem."
     "I'm feeling fine by the way. Incase you were wondering."
     "That's what the doctor said, after adding another page to your medical
file." 
     "Page? All I did was cut myself, Scully."
     "Yes, and the rest was complaints about you complaining."
     "Well he kept poking me."
     Scully smiled. "Yes, yes I know." She paused and looked out the window.
They were surrounded by woods on both sides. It didn't look like they were in
the right area. "Are you lost, Mulder?"
     Mulder shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe..."
     "Intentionally?" She questioned.
     "Me? Get lost on purpose to not go to some seminar?" He asked, grinning.
"Never. Conveniently, maybe."
     Scully just sighed and reached for the map. Mulder watched her from the
corner of his eye. She gave him a look then turned her attention to the map. 
***
     Ever since Mulder nearly died on the Boggs case, Scully was sure she
would feel it when he was dead. She proved it when she was sure that he didn't
die in the box car. 
     Now she wasn't sure.
***
     Scully smiled at him, in that 'see what you get' smile. Mulder stared at
the fuel gage in disbelief. Sometimes life really liked to fuck with you. With
a sigh, he turned back to her.
     "Do you know where we are?" He questioned.
     "Yeah, in the middle of the damn woods because you didn't want to go to a
seminar."
     "Where in the woods?"
     "Right in the middle. Twenty miles from the seminar."
     He reached for his cell phone, then remembered it was broken. "Scully,
where's your phone?"
     Scully went for it, then frowned. "On my kitchen table." She answered
after a short time.
     Mulder wondered why he always had to get himself into the messes he did.
He must be a masochist at heart. He sighed and unbuckled his seat belt.
     "No sense both of us walking. I'll go, you stay here."
     "I'll go too."
     "Why?" 
     She shrugged. She didn't know why she wanted to, something was telling
her too. 
     Mulder nodded and got out. Scully followed suit.
***
     Tears ran down her face. If she didn't go with him, maybe they would've
only had one hostage, and couldn't kill him that way. 
***
     He let it happen, so quickly too. One minute the van was moving down the
street, the next it was in front of them and three men rushed out. Then he was
on the ground, going for his gun even as one of them held him down, forcing
the wind from his lungs. The asphalt cut into his face, he tried not to pay
attention.
     He continued to struggle, know that his and Scully's life depended on it.
His struggles stopped after the several kicks to his sides. He stopped moving
and tried to catch his breath. One of the men pulled his weapon out. 
     Mulder tried to look for Scully, to see that she was alright, but
couldn't move his head. He felt his I.D. being pulled from his pocket. The
pressure on his back eased off slightly, he was able to catch his breath.
     "F.B.I. Agent, Fox Mulder." One of the men read. "Look's like we won't
need to worry about going to the seminar." There  was a smile his voice that
made Mulder feel extremely worried. "Tie 'im up." The man commanded.
     Mulder struggled weakly against them and they tied his hands behind his
back. The pressure on his back increased, holding him down. He still hadn't
heard a word from Scully. He wondered if she had managed to get away, but that
thought was quickly killed with the man's next words.
     "Did you have to knock her out, Greg?" The man asked, disapproval in his
voice.
     "Didn't mean too." Greg answered. "Her name's Scully. Dana Scully."
     Mulder watched the mans feet come into view. "What are you two partners?"
The man asked.
     Mulder didn't answer, wasn't able to get enough air to answer. The man on
top of him had made it so he couldn't breathe. The man on him pulled his hair,
raising his head off the ground. The new position of his neck did nothing to
aid his breathing.
     When it was assumed that he wasn't going to answer, the man on his back
dropped his head to the ground. The asphalt hit him hard, making spots come
into his vision. 
     "Are you?" The man asked, sounding highly annoyed.
     Realizing that it was best that he didn't keep getting his head smashed
into the ground, Mulder managed a nod. 
     "More then partners?" The man asked. Mulder sensed the smile in his
voice.
     "Friends." He answered, his words barely audible.
     "More then friends?"
     The man was definitely smiling, and Mulder didn't like it. Everything was
still swimming in front of him, making him feel sick. He shook his head,
willing himself not to throw up on the ground. The thought of vomiting on the
man's shoes, made him nearly smile. He wondered what that reaction would be.
He didn't think good.
     "Get him in the van." The man commanded.
     Mulder was lifted off the ground. The weight off of is back allowed him
to breathe easier. His gun, his own damn gun, was pressed against his
forehead. Mulder got his first good look at his captors.
     The one calling the shots was surprisingly small. Standing at least seven
inches lower then him. The man was thin, and had a face that was unremarkable,
except for one thing -his eyes. The gray, cold eyes looked so wild, and the
look in them so frightening, that Mulder found himself suppressing a shiver. 
     The other men were both on the large side, the two of them standing at
least six five. They didn't appear to be dumb, but they weren't as intelligent
as the one in charge.
     As he was pushed forward, Mulder caught a glimpse of Scully, out of the
corner of his eye. He tried to turn his head, and was rewarded by being pistol
wiped by the man behind him. More nausea and dizziness hit him, as he fell
forwards. He was caught by the man behind him, by the rope that bound his
hands. He yelped in surprise as the ropes dug into his wrists. 
     "Do you have to be so damn rough all the time?" The one in charge asked,
angrily.
     "I'd have to agree with him there." Mulder mumbled. 
     The man pushed him forwards again. Mulder stumbled and eventually wound
up in front of the van. The back doors were opened, and he was shoved roughly
inside. His hands were behind him, so nothing stopped him from hitting the
floor of the van, hard. 
     He sat up slowly as one of the men, gently put Scully in the back with
him. The man then climbed in the back. The man was the one that had knocked
Scully out. From his vantage point, Mulder could see the small amount of blood
on her left temple. Mulder felt his anger surge, but did nothing. 
     He couldn't do anything.
***
     Her hand went to her cross as she prayed. She wasn't sure what she was
praying for. If he was dead, maybe she was praying for his soul? She didn't
know. Was too tired to think. 
     She just prayed.
***
     In their dark empty room, they could here the yelling on the phone. The
leader, who they now knew as Corey, was screaming at someone on the phone.
They assumed it was Skinner. 
     The door was thrown open, and Corey entered, looking quite mad. He pulled
Mulder up from the ground where he was sitting. Mulder went with him, not
missing the gun that was in Corey's other hand. He was out of the room and the
door closed before Scully even reached the door.
     "They wanna talk to one of you." Corey said with a growl.
     The phone was shoved against his ear. "Hello?" A voice said. It was
Skinner with his all too familiar concern in his voice.
     "Sir?" Mulder said, very aware of the gun that was pressed to his temple.
     "Is Agent Scully there too, Mulder?"
     "Yes." He answered.
     The phone was pulled away, and he was shoved back into the room. Before
he was, Mulder had be able to see that there was more guns then people on the
table.
***
     She listened to the heavy, pained breathing, for the first time hearing
it. Then the breathing abruptly stopped. For several seconds there was
silence, then someone spoke.
     "Is he dead, Jimmy?" The man asked. She recognized the voice as Greg's.
     "I think so." Jimmy replied. "He fucking killed Cor, man!" 
     Scully listened in disbelief.
***
     Days past without anything happening. Corey and the others had basically
stopped even entering the room. Occasionally, they heard loud phone
conversations, but that was it.
     On the last day, they heard screaming again. Corey was screaming into the
phone.
     "Half!" He yelled. "Half! All or none...Fine then, I get half you get
half." He hung up the phone, and smiled. "It looks like our F.B.I. friends
aren't going to come through with the second part of our demands. They will
give us the money, but won't release my brothers from jail." As Corey spoke,
he walked towards the door.
     He opened and stepped in, smiling as the two feds scrambled to their
feet. "Well, folks, one of you have to die. Any preferences as to which one?"
     For a second, there was silence, but then they both spoke. They both said
'me' at the same time. Corey smiled at them. "I'll let you two decide." He
said, stepping out of the room. "Make it quick though."
     Once he was gone, the two partners turned to each other. For a few
seconds, they didn't talk, just stared into each other's eyes. It was then
that Scully knew that Mulder was the one leaving the room. She put up a fight,
but knew it was futile. She had seen the look in Mulder's eyes. Protectiveness
mixed with determination. For him, it wasn't a good combination.
     Afraid that they were listening, which they were, Mulder didn't think it
would be wise for him to tell Scully what he was planning. He had managed to
get the ropes on his wrists lose enough that he could pull one hand out. If he
could get near the table, and the guns were still on the table, he might be
able to keep at least Scully alive.
     "Why you, Mulder?" Scully asked quietly. She knew that Mulder was going
to go.
     "Because I'm the guy, the big macho man." He answered, smiling. 
     "Don't Mulder." She pleaded. 
     "Why should you die Scully?" He asked. 
     They were so close, nearly on top of each other. Fear had stirred in her
stomach. "Because you can't Mulder. You still have so much work you need to
do."
     "You can do it." He answered. "Besides, you have family Scully. Your
brother would kill me, anyway. You said once 'if I can save, you, let me.' Let
me Scully."
     "But you didn't let me."
     "This is different Scully." He replied.
     Only later did she realize that they both were whispering. Mulder leaned
forwards and kissed her forehead, then leant over to whisper into her ear.
     "Trust me." He whispered, then the door was open. Silently, they told
each other goodbye.
     Corey smiled. "That was a touching conversation." He said. He grabbed
Mulder's left arm, put the gun to his head. "You don't have to watch." Corey
said, pushing Mulder out of the room.
     Scully silently watched in horror as the door closed.
     "On your knees." Corey commanded. 
     Mulder didn't do has told. After a quick glance at the table, he saw that
the guns were still there. Jimmy and Greg stood, both of them unarmed. Mulder
moved forwards, trying the get closer to the table. He had to close the ten
feet as quickly as he could, or he was getting shot in the back. He wouldn't
die on his knees.
     Corey's grip on his arm tightened, preventing him from making any more
movement. Corey let him go and walked in front of him, blocking his route to
the table. Mulder cursed to himself and slowly pulled his right hand from the
rope. Corey cocked the gun, aimed it at his chest. 
     Waiting until it was nearly too late, Mulder leapt at Corey, knocking the
man over as he squeezed out a shot. The bullet hit him high in the shoulder,
he didn't have time to think of the pain before Corey was about to make
another shot. Mulder rolled to the left, the shot missing him completely.
     In one movement, he leapt to his feet, pulled one of the guns from the
table, popped off the safety and fired a shot at Corey. Unfortunately, Corey
had also shot at him. The bullet hit his shoulder again, close to where the
first one hit. Corey fell to the floor, a bullet in his brain. Mulder also hit
the ground.
     He lay gasping for air, laying on his side. He still clutched the gun.
His back was too Jimmy and Greg, who approached slowly. Mulder stopped gasping
and closed his eyes. He prayed that both men were still too shocked to go for
their guns.
     "Is he dead, Jimmy?" Greg asked.
     "I think so." Jimmy replied. "He fucking killed Cor, man!"  
     "I don't want know accessory to murder charges.  Especially one for a
fucking fed."
     "Lets get the hell outa here." Jimmy said after a brief silence..
     Mulder didn't breathe until he heard the door shut and the engine start.
He waited until the sound of the car died away, before calling to his partner.
***
     After she heard the men leave, she stood, and walked to the door. She
didn't want to open the door. She knew what she would find on the other side.
Then she heard her name.
     Tears stung her eyes as she told him she was coming. The door didn't last
long after several impacts with her shoulder. 
***
     "This is more then just a page in my file, ain't it Scully?" Mulder
questioned her as she entered his room.
     "Yes, but no complaints." She answered, taking her usual seat by his bed.
The chair was too familiar. For two days she sat in it, not sure that he would
actually make it. Both the wounds hadn't been life threatening, but he had
lost a lot of blood before the ambulance came. 
     "I know. I figured I'd give them a break for a while."
     "I have to ask you Mulder, did you have that all planed out before you
left the room?"
     "More or less. I saw the guns when I talked to Skinner on the phone."
     "How did you know they were still there?"
     "I didn't."
     "Did you even know that they were loaded?"
     "Nope."
     She shook her head, and smiled at him.
     "I would've went anyway Scully. Guns or no guns. I did mean what I said."
     She smiled again, and nodded. "I know you would've."
***
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