Title: Walking with Wolves

Author: Xandra (LSZ1011@usa.net)

URL: Http://members.tripod.com/xandrazander

Spoilers: I don't know minor, Squeeze, well I just don't know.

Classification: X, Scully Angst

Keywords: MSR

Rated: R (Violence, This story is kind of scary and not meant for young
readers)


Authors Notes: First of all I would like to say that the basis for this
story came from a dream I had a few years ago. Yes, Mulder was Mulder, and
Scully was Scully in my dream. I only had to change a few things and add
more information. I would have wrote it sooner but I had this dream before I
even knew what fan fiction was. And I resent any implication that this is
merely a rip off of "Con Air" . It's different and it was following the
pattern of my dream I hadn't even seen that movie yet. Also I would like to
make a big THANK YOU to my friend Patty Satjapot, filled with metaphors that
make my words take flight. Please send feedback! (lsz1011@usa.net )

Distribution: Anywhere

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully, Skinner, and anyone else from the show are
not mine. They belong to the all mighty: Chris Carter and the heartless
corporation of the Fox Network.

Summary: Scully is at the mercy of a band of escape con's of which Mulder is
a part of.

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I can't breath! He's squeezing so tightly around my neck, pulling me... out
of the night sky. Into the worn out cabin, and having just one sign of
possible inhabitancy from a single visible light on the weary, broken down
porch. Just seeing the structure sent a warning throughout my body. I knew
we were brought here to die.

There were all these men standing about, staring at me. They were not even
going to help me, these cold, heartless murderers. All of them. They were
also staring at the other two hostages who I had been traveling with. I
looked at them out of the corner of my eye. They were as scared as I was.

We were pushed and bullied into a spacious and drab-looking room in the
cabin. It was lit by only one dim light bulb. The walls were cracked and
rotting with signs of dangerous decay, threatening to fall atop them any
minute now. It reminded me of Tooms' apartment at 66 Exeter Street. Now I
know what Mulder was talking about. There was a feeling of great evil in the
air. No shit! My capture pushed me on my knees by the wall and turned me so
that my back was to the wall. I was placed between Jason and Scott; we
didn't know what was to happen next.


"Put your hands behind your head." The supposed leader barked out the order.
I remember him from the file: Gunter. Felix Gunter, a serial killer, and the
mastermind of this little vacation. His two lackeys were flanking him,
welding the shotgun my friends and I had been carrying. We did as told, we
weren't going to risk anything.

"We were just camping we weren't here to disturb you." Jason, to the right
of me, said trying to sound innocent. But we weren't just camping, we were
hunting. I don't think Gunter bought it. "Just don't hurt us. Please!" Jason
then pleaded.

"Who are you?" He asked us coldly. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down
my spine. He looked down directly at me. "What's your name, Red?"

I didn't know why but I wanted to shout out my real name. I wanted to
scream: "Dana Scully, FBI" and arrest all the bastards. But I knew I can't I
already had a name for this trip. "Rebecca..." I said very shakily, I could
barely move my mouth I was so scared, "...Ti-tip-pit."

Gunter ordered one of the men to check us for ID's. As the he put his hand
in my pocket I used the time to scan the room. I didn't see the man I was
looking for. Damn, where is he! He found are ID's and handed them to Gunter.

Gunter read them and showed them to a few of the men in the front of the
group. He should have read the names Jason Tippit, Scott Tippit, and my name
by now. My driver's licenses read Rebecca Tippit of New York, New York.
There was more of a chance for us to survive capture if they didn't know
that we were two US Marshals and a FBI agent.

"A family?" He asked Jason. I knew because Jason was the strongest one among
us. Somehow I know he will be the first one to go.

"Yes." Jason grimaces.

"What are you... siblings?" The way Gunter spoke reminded me of a snake.
With every word he seemed to hiss. He was really close to Jason and me. I
could smell the stink of sweat and blood on him and his clothes. His face
was covered in sweat and dirt. His hair was much of the same stench, reeking
of recent kill.

Jason nodded.

"I don't believe them." One of the men holding the gun said. I knew who that
was. I knew of all the killers I was among. This one's name was Edmond
Tanks. He killed a man for getting a head of him in line at a K-mart. "Why
would they be all the way out here? No one camps all the way out here!"

"Oh I agree." Gunter said, then disappeared into the crowd. When he finally
reappeared, he brought with him a gleaming new ax that seemed as to sing out
its glory in blood and past victories. It was stained with blood that was
eternally etched into the wood and metal. It was probably brought from the
K-Mart that Edmond Tanks had been in line for...before he killed the man in
line in front of him. Now I knew what I had seen back in the woods, it felt
as though ages away. As if a classically cheesy horror movie had gone wrong
and turned real, Gunter forced Jason to turn his back to him, so that Gunter
wouldn't have to face the accusing eyes that would bore right into his
skull. The eyes pleading for sound and justice but receiving none. My mind
thundered the phrase "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" again and again...as
though it was an "Our Father" so as to wipe out the sins and mistakes I had
committed.

I heard the ax slice neatly through the air connected with it's target. I
had closed my eyes but heard every sound. From Jason's tiny, miniscular eep!
to the sickening chunky chop of the blade as it cut through the muscles and
the clonk! as it tore through bone. I opened my eyes for a split second and
when I saw Jason's severed body I felt myself start to panic. They dragged
his body as though it was a carcass that had never inhabited a soul or
character...the cruel bastards. The other men were watching us and they did
nothing but smirk at what had happened. I turned to Scott and he wore the
same expression as I. I hid my tears but Scott was not so lucky. He grabbed
my hand.

"How touching," Gunter remark. Scott squeezed my hand then let it go. Gunter
brought up the ax again. I closed my eyes even tighter this time. I started
to feel a warm sticky liquid ooze through my pants leg...as I registered
this fact I heard the ax swing down another time. Again the sickening sounds
of homicide screaming in the air that was surrounded by natural murderers
all around. Scott didn't utter a word...just kept on silently crying, not
ashamed but accepted the fate.

This is my fault, Jason I'm sorry, Scott I'm sorry! This is all my fault! I
knew the danger that we were in, but I didn't say anything. I was too busy
being worried that we were not going to be captured!! I didn't know how much
time had passed. I closed my eyes tightly. I was waiting for the Grim Reaper
now. "It's your turn, Red." I heard him whisper so gently I almost felt
relieved until I heard him heave the ax high above his cursed head.

I prayed to God that I would be saved. I saw my life flash before my eyes
and I froze. I'm ready to die I just wish I could say good bye to everyone I
love. I heard the ax go through the air....

"Don't! Wait!" I heard a man's voice howl at Gunter with animal ferocity. I
opened my eyes and saw that Gunter had put the ax down to his side. He,
along with everyone else is staring at a man at the back of the room. I
couldn't see his face, which was covered by a baseball cap but I knew the
voice. And my last thought before I blissfully fainted was that the sound of
the voice belonged to my guardian angel...Mulder!

____________________________________________________________________

Three Months Earlier...

I took the elevator down to Mulder's office the same time I did everyday. I
saw him sitting behind his desk reading a case file. "What ya reading?" I
smile. I straighten my jacket before sitting.

"Nothing much, Scully." He put the file down and looked up at me. "Still
caught with that addiction huh?" He joked seeing the Starbuck's cup in my
hand. Recently I haven't been able to make it through the day without a cup
of coffee.

"It's hardly an addiction. I can stop when ever I want." I said haughtily.
After a few minutes of passing jokes the phone rang.

"Mulder." He said into the phone. Who is it? I ask with my eyes. "Uh huh...
yeah...." Thanks Mulder for being so descriptive. "I'll be right up." He
said then hung up the phone.

"Mulder who was it?" I asked as he bolted out the door.

"Skinner wants to see me." He said hanging back to talk. I stand up and walk
over to him.

"I'll go with you." As we rode up in the elevator together, I tried to
squeeze some information out of him, but he wasn't budging. We got into
Skinner's waiting room and Skinner was grabbing papers from his secretary.

"Agent Mulder come into my office." Skinner ordered him. Mulder went in and
I tried to but Skinner held me back. "Sorry Agent Scully but you'll have to
wait out here." I could see behind him that there were other men in the
room.

I must have paced that small waiting room area a thousand times and Kim must
have given me a thousand looks but I wouldn't leave. My gut was telling me
that there was something up and it wasn't good. I don't know what it was but
I would often have moments when I could see what was coming. As though they
were visions of warnings. I usually never took them seriously, but now I saw
myself and two other men in my mind's eye...about to be executed
mercilessly. But that was crazy. It must have just been from one of the
files on Mulder's desk.

Finally, the door was being opened and Mulder quickly left the room as
though fleeing from a crime scene. He grabbed my arm as he left the office.
"Mulder? Mulder what's going on?" I ask him as we enter the hall.

"I can't, not here." He stopped in the middle of the hall. I could swear I
saw fear in his eyes. A sliver of a face of a trapped and wounded animal
encompassing his normally emotionless face. "I'm going home early," he said
softly, I knew that he was scared, "and you can too. Meet me at my place at
seven thirty, we'll have dinner."

"Okay," I said walking with him to the elevator. "What do you want me to
pick up Chinese or pizza?" I looked at his face. He was not as chipper as
when he went into Skinner's office.

"Your choice." He told me grimly.

I met him at his apartment at seven-thirty on the dot. I knocked on his door
with one hand and held the pizza box up with the other. I felt like a
delivery girl. He answered the door and apologized for taking so long. I put
the pizza box down on the coffee table. Mulder brought in drinks and napkins
and sat down on the couch next to me. We began to eat, but Mulder didn't
look too hungry. He still had the face of one who was haunted.

After I took a few bites of pizza, I took one of the cans of soda and asked,
"So what happened today? What did Skinner want?"

He sighed deeply and puts down the piece of pizza he was eating. "I have to
go... away for a while. I don't know when I'll be back."

"What?" I sputtered out, slightly moving away. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go undercover." He took my hand. He looked into my eyes at that
moment and knew that I would do anything to go with him. "I have to go
alone."

"Where? And why can't I go with you?" My grip tightened around his hand.

"I can't tell you. You don't know how much I wish I could tell you but I
can't." I could see that he truly meant what he was saying.

"When do you leave?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." I nod. He puts a hand on my shoulder and a chill goes down my
spine. I close my eyes and see prison bars with Mulder behind them. Then a
bus crash. My eyes shoot open.

"Scully are you okay?" He asked probably reacting to the terror in my eyes.

"I'm fine." I lie but he doesn't buy it. He puts his hands on my shoulders.

"You're trembling." He puts his arms around me. "I'm coming back, Scully,
you can count on that." I smile weakly, I know he can't make that promise.
"I love you, Scully."

"I love you too, Mulder."

Then something happened that I never would have expected. He kissed me and I
didn't even think of stopping him. I had been waiting for this to happen for
some time now. I felt all the pressures of the situation surrounding them
and the suppressed sexual tension that had been eating at them for 7 long
years. I kissed him back and our hands were unable to stop their own little
explorations of each other's bodies. We didn't stop there. Tonight will be
remembered maybe as a night of reckless, thoughtless love making, something
to beat time, something to share within themselves so as to always remember.

He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. We made love all night. I was
still asleep in the morning before he left. I knew he was too scared to say
good bye, so was I. I missed him so much already. Mulder, my one true love.

_______________________________________________________________________

The past month had gone by so slowly. I would call Skinner everyday trying
to get some idea on when Mulder would be back. As anyone would guess he was
not very forth coming. At one point he put me on leave because he said my
behavior had become irrational. Yeah right! I was perfectly fine. He even
accused me of acting like Mulder. For some reason, I had an odd impulse to
beat the living shit out of our dearest Assistant Director Skinner.

Well, the only good news about all this is that the X-Files isn't in danger
of being shut down. That was one of the deals Mulder made before taking the
assignment. I've been assigned a temporary partner. Her name is Jori
Kelhaven. This is only her second assignment but she's got a feel for the
work on the X-Files. I like her. She's open minded without being gullible
and she knows how to get things done. She also has a very strong presence.
She's engaged to another agent. I've learned to trust her but not as much as
Mulder. She somehow understands how much I miss Mulder.

I was late. I hurried into the office and Kelhaven is already there. "Sorry
I'm late." I say breaking her from her reading, "Had to get coffee." She
looked at my Starbuck's cup.

"You know Agent Scully," She said in a tone that reminded me of Mulder, "if
your going to come late so you can get coffee you should bring enough for
everybody."

"I'll do that next time. Anything happen?"

"You got a call." She said as I sit down. "Skinner says he has something for
you. He says it's important."

I stood up immediately and headed for the door. "I'll be right back."

I walked straight into Skinner's office. He wasn't surprised. He had me sit
down and he closed the door. I knew there was something he wanted to tell
me. "How's Agent Kelhaven working out?" He asks me instead.

"Just fine as a replacement." I hate how mean I am when I have to talk about
her. "She's doing a great job." I add. "Is this about Mulder?" I say getting
to the point.

"Yes, we've gotten word from him." He pulled an envelope out of his packet.
"He sent this along with his status report. I assumed it was for you." I
have to have smiled when he handed me the envelope. It was already open. "We
had to make sure it didn't contain any classified case information."

Disappointed I opened and quickly read parts of it. I looked up at him and
figured out why he was acting so strange towards me today. "You read this?"
I felt like a child caught with her boyfriend, by her father.

"Yes." He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. Then he regroups.
"There is no name on it I just assumed that you would know who it was for.
His personal life is none of my business."

"I know who it's for." I play along. What he doesn't know he doesn't have to
report. I leave the office.

I read it the second I'm in the office. Kelhaven knows me enough to leave me
alone. In the letter he tells me how much he loves me, how much he misses me
and how much our last night together meant. I start to cry inside and I
never think I will stop crying. Not until I'm with him again.

Mulder, I love you.

_______________________________________________________________________

Jori is quickly becoming my new best friend. I began to tell her everything
and she continues to support me and let me into her life. Even when we're
not on the rode we spending time together, especially when her fiancee is
out of town.

She comes from a very strange, very rich, family. Her father was married
three times and had her when he was 55 year old and her mother was 27. Her
oldest sibling is older then her mother. Also her mother's father is younger
then her father and actually married her older half-brothers mother. She has
an uncle who is ten years old. She has never been close with her parents,
but she has become quite attached to mine.

Over the month I've gotten five more letters from Mulder. I think about him
everyday. I can't stop thinking about what's happening to him. I dream about
him every night. The dreams are never good.

I'm in some kind of cabin. There are a bunch of men I don't recognize and
then there is Mulder. Words are yelled, everybody leaves. Next I'm in the
woods with Mulder and another man. I don't see his face. Another man enters
and shoots Mulder. I'm woken up from the dream by the sound of my phone
ringing. "Scully."

"Agent Scully, it's Skinner, I think you want to get to the office now. It's
about Mulder. he's in trouble."

The next thing I know I'm entering Skinner's office and it was filled with
agents. I see Jori talking to a bunch of them. Skinner pulls me to the side.
"What's going on, what happened to Mulder? Where has he been?"

"He was going undercover in a prison for the past two and a half months. As
a prisoner, Henry Hodge." I close my eyes remembering my vision. "We're
working closely with the US Mashalls service. We needed him to get close to
one of the killers. We know he's been working with someone on the outside we
needed to find out whom. Mulder was the best one to get to him."

"Who?" I asked as if it mattered. I was thinking about Duane Barry and how
he got in his head.

"Felix Gunter." I knew I had heard that name before. He was a serial killer,
he had over twenty victims that he was convicted for but there were rumored
to be more.

"What happened, why is he in trouble?"

"Mulder, Gunter and nine other prisoners were being transported from the
federal penitentiary in Idaho to Washington by bus. We've gotten word a few
hours ago that they haven't checked in. We can't find them."

"What?" I'm beginning to raise my voice. "This is ridiculous! This type of
thing is not supposed to happen!" I'm ordered out of the room to calm down.

Jori comes out and updates me on what she has found. "Gunter planned this
with his contact on the outside. We know who it is and they've been
arrested. We still don't know where the prisoners are." I felt a glacier
wrap around my heart. I knew it beated with fury, but I couldn't feel it. I
recollected the visions I've had since the day Skinner had called Mulder to
his office. It still didn't connect, but I had a terribly awful feeling that
I would soon find out, to my most displeasure.

I couldn't clear my mind all night. I sat in the office waiting for news.

Mulder where are you?

________________________________________________________________________

It's been days since I heard the news. I had to beg Skinner to let me be put
in the first

recognizance team. I've been teamed up with two US Marshals: Jason Preston
and Scott Forbes. They found the crashed bus out by the Blue Mountains in
Washington State. That's where we were going to start looking. I've
familiarized myself with all the prisoners we would be dealing with. We're
leaving later today. Jori has taken it upon herself to set us up with
covers.

Jason, Scott, and I are waiting inside the motel room for Jori to get here.
Jason and Scott have known each other for awhile. They've both been friendly
towards me, Scott more then Jason. I see Jori pulling up outside.

"Here you guys go." She said handing us each an envelope. "You're the Tippit
Family. Jason, Scott, and Rebecca." She turned to Scott and Jason. "Since
you guys already know each other I thought it would help you not to confuse
the names."

Later I was sitting alone in the room. Scott and Jason were packing up the
car. I thought Jori was with them but she wasn't. She was standing right
behind me. "You're all ready to leave now." She said walking me to the door.
"If you don't check in we're coming in after you."

"I know your going to find him." She told me as I got into the car. "I know
I'm going to meet the man that you told me so much about." I bore the look
of experienced lost hopes with no enthusiasm. Then she adds, "I'm going to
make you a deal. If you both come back alive I'll treat you both to a week
on Maui." I only laugh.

Outside, Jason got into the driver's seat. "Be careful." She told all of us
one last time. As we drove off I feel that he is close to us. Mulder I'm
coming!

____________________________________________________________________

Mulder! Mulder where are you? I'm trying to find you but I don't know where
else to look. I cry to myself.

I'm sitting on a log in the middle of the forest. Night had fallen on us
long ago. The only light is from the campfire between us. The light dances
on the faces of the two men across from me. They don't understand exactly
why I'm out here. This is the only place I can be.

Starting to get cold I lean in closer to the fire. I rest my elbows on my
knees and my face in my hands. I can feel Jason and Scott watching me,
again. I can only hope that there the only ones watching me. There are
murders in these woods now.

My thoughts keep drifting to Mulder. Three months ago I would have never
pictured myself here with them. I pictured myself going off on another wild
goose chase... but that never happened.

We've been out here three days. I have just called Jori to tell her we're
fine. We think we might be close. The only thing we've found is splattered
blood at the entrance to the woods. I can feel in my heart that Mulder is
scared.

I'm so tired. I stood up and walked around the fire twice. "I'm going to go
to sleep now." I

said heading for the tent.

"Goodnight." I hear Scott call to me. I like Scott he reminded me of my
brother Charles. Jason is kind of a hard ass; he seemed to be of okay terms
with me, but his demeanor remained rigid...icy. I get into the tent and lay
down on my sleeping bag. I'm too tired to even get inside of it. My energy
has been totally diminished by our lack of results. My arms ached for
Mulder's loving touch.


I'm not sure how long I've been sleeping. I hear yelling from outside the
tent. I decided it was best to stay quiet. I've only moved ever so slightly
so that I could see through the little crack by the zipper. I couldn't tell
what was going on, but from the sounds of it...there was a struggle-taking
place. My instincts were telling me to run, but my fear had crept up on my
legs and rooted me to the ground.

Fuck! They were coming closer to the tent. I tried to back away so as to
exit by the back of the tent, but I moved too sluggishly, as though in a
nightmare. One of the attackers grabbed me and pulled me out of the tent as
if I was a rag doll they had been given permission to tear apart. I don't
even get a chance to scream before he squeezed his arm around my neck and
pulled me into the woods....

________________________________________________________________________

"Don't hurt her!" Mulder says moving up to Gunter. He doesn't look at me.

"What do you want Hodge?" Gunter hissed.

"If your guy doesn't show up we'll need a hostage." Mulder or Henry Hodge
announced. I take a deep breath. I believe I'm still shaking.

"He'll be here." Gunter assured all of them.

"You said he would be here days ago." Hodge argued.

"He's right." On of the other men spoke up. Gunter still looked unsure.

"We're asking for trouble keeping her alive." Gunter said.

Mulder walked right up to me and looked me straight in the eyes. I see the
first real emotion in him. His eyes say I'm sorry, but I didn't understand
until he grabbed my shoulder roughly. He pushed me forward and I went down
willingly. I hit my head on the floor with a sickening crack. I guessed that
was it. I only managed to get a cut on my forehead. I didn't hit my head
hard enough to get a concussion...I hope.

"She's weak and small. She won't be any trouble." I know he had to hurt me
to keep me alive. I lift my head up a little.

"Hodge is right," I hear Tanks say, "we might need her alive."

"Fine but, Hodge, she's your responsibility." Gunter finally agreed. I sigh
in relief. Gunter picks me up by my collar jacket. I'm standing as straight
as he allowed me to, staring at his face. "You're alive at his," he points
to Mulder, "request, Red. If you do anything that pisses me off I will not
hesitate to kill you. Remember that!" He throws me onto the floor in the
middle of the room. I don't move until he walks away. Gunter, Tanks and a
few of the other men walk out the room. But not before ordering some of the
men to clean up the mess.

Mulder helps me up. "Why don't we get you cleaned up." He turns to one of
the remaining men. "Get a bucket from the outside and fill it with water,
then bring it to me." He did as told with a degree of annoyance. I keep my
head down. We stand there a minute until Mulder got what he asked for.

Mulder takes my arm leading me to one of the rooms in the house. The other
men don't seem to care. They are busy doing the dirty work of cleaning up
the bodies of Jason and Scott. Those cold bastards with bottomless pits for
hearts.

As I walk I feel the blood start to dry on my clothes. He opens the door and
I enter into a dark room. "One second," he says. He walks into the middle of
the small room and turns on a light. The room was a small bed and an old
style dresser. The minute the door closes he gives me a hug. "Are you all
right?" He asks. I continue to cry into his shoulder. "It's safe to talk
here."

I break away "I'm fine." I whisper.

He smiled and hugged me again. "You would say you were fine if you had two
broken legs." He sat me down on the bed. He goes to the dresser and looks
through all the drawers until he finds what he was looking for. He sits down
next to me putting the cloth between us. He takes what looks like a shirt
and dips it into the water. He helps me take off my jacket and starts to
clean the blood off my arms.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly.

"Trying to find you." I say quietly back. "We've been looking for days. The
contacts aren't coming. We caught them the minute you were missing. The
minute I don't check in with Jori, tomorrow, she'll send a team out here."
He finishes cleaning my arms.

"Jori?" He asked.

"My new temporary partner." He nodded. He put his hand on my cheek and
looked at my face. It must have been all dirty by now.

"I'm sorry about the cut on your forehead. I didn't mean to hurt you." He
begins to clean my face.

"It's okay it doesn't hurt much. Thank you for saving my life."

"You've save mine so many times."

"I'm sorry to get into all of this."

He seemed to mentally retreat from me. "I'm only sorry I couldn't save all
of you."

"I know." He looks away and puts down the shirt.

"I let the guards get killed too. The ones on the bus. I couldn't stop it."
He hands me the other article of clothing. "You should get out of those
clothes." He stood up and walked to the other end of the room. "I hope that
fits." He seems so distant and scared. I think he thinks he was guilty for
letting something out of his power happen. He had a pure heart...deep down
inside.

I unfold the dress. It's an old, short peach, sun dress with a floral
pattern that button down in the front. It wasn't my style but it was better
than what I had on. Mulder didn't turn around and looked at me the entire
time I changed. The dress was just about the right size. "What is this
place?" I ask as I clean off my legs.

"We don't know. It was abandoned when we got here. We were supposed to be
picked up here a few days ago. I guess someone used to live here once." He
turned around and walked over to me. He straightens out the collar of the
shirt for me.

I sit down on the bed again. I feel so strange like I can't believe this is
all happening. I have a hard time believing anything has happened. I can't
believe they're dead. I remember the vision I had three months ago. I never
told anyone about my visions. I've had them before but none this clear. This
was all my fault.

I'm so scared. Mulder puts his arm around me. "I'll protect you. I promise."
He gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I had seen people die before,
I've killed before, but being next to Scott and Jason when they died scared
me. Probably because I thought I was next.

"I'm still scared."

"I know. But tomorrow when you're around them don't worry about sticking
close to me and if they try to hurt or even scare you run to me..."

"Really?" I mutter.

"Yes." he said seriously. He turned away from me. "I wish you hadn't come
after me."

"I had to."

We talked for a few hours more. He is trying so hard to comfort me but it
doesn't help as much as one would hope. For a while I felt so awake I felt
like I would never be able to sleep again. But then an overwhelming sense a
fatigue passes over me. I practically faint. Mulder catches me. "Are you
okay?"

"Yeah," I say, as my vision and mind came back into focus. "I'm just really
tired."

"You should get some sleep, then." He said and he knew I was scared to
sleep. "Don't worry, I won't leave your side for anything." I believed him
and lay down on the bed. He covers me with a blanket and sits at the end of
the bed. Even with my eyes closed I know he's watching me. I feel so safe
with him here. "I love you." I whisper to him.

He puts a hand on my leg showing me he's still there. The last thing I hear
is "I love you, too."

________________________________________________________________________

I woke up to see Mulder standing in the open doorway of the room. He isn't
facing me, I don't think he knows I'm awake. I sit up. There is light coming
in from the window next to the bed, it's open. I just remembered where I am
and all the events from the day before. I'm getting this sick feeling in my
stomach.

I look at my watch. I've been sleeping for just about six hours. I don't
remember what I was dreaming about but I know it was peaceful. It made me
forget where I really was. I see my clothes folded over the chair. They are
covered in blood. I picture yesterday in my head. Jason and Scott's dead
bodies.

I start to feel worse. Chunks start to rise inside my throat. I run to the
window just in time. Mulder sees me and quickly leaves the room. He returns
a minute later with a glass of water. "Here." He hands me the cup.

"Thanks." I clean out my mouth and just sit still for a minute. I would have
talked more but the door was still open. Mulder took back his place in front
of the doorway. Another man approaches him. I can't see his face. I could
have really used coffee right about now.

"What's wrong with the bitch?" Harold Ditwilder asks him. I remember his
face but not his crime.

"She's just a little sick." He says. I can tell he's fighting the urge to
punch him out for that little remark. "Has Gunter gotten word from Clark,
yet?" Clark his contact. We arrested him at the beginning.


"Not yet." Ditwilder said annoyed. He tried to enter the room but Mulder
didn't move. "I want to talk her." He ordered. I straighten up and put on
the deadpan expression I had watched Mulder make a million times. Mulder let
him in.

Ditwilder walk over to me. And seems to pace in front of me with contempt.
"What do you want with her?" Mulder asks after a few minutes.

"What's wrong with you, Hodge?"

"Nothing. I just don't see the point of scaring the poor girl."

"Well I just wanted to see how our guest is doing." He smiled at me. I
tighten my face and take a breath. He grabs my chin in his hand. "You clean
up nice. Your are a pretty little girl aren't ya, Red?" I flinched away and
slink across the room to Mulder. "What is she shy?" He mocked me. I know I
could beat the shit out of him if I were given a chance. I know I'm going to
have to keep an extra eye on him.

He walks over to my new position, grabs my arm and pulls me away from
Mulder. "Let her go, leave her alone!"

"What are you going to do about it, Henry?" Mulder silently pushes Ditwilder
up against the wall. He tightens his hand around his throat.

"If you even go near her ever again I'll kill you." He threatens ands lets
him go. "You okay, Rebecca." I nod. Rebecca, I forgot that was my name.

Mulder walked me out of the room. I see the place where Jason and Scott were
killed has been cleaned. Mulder directs me to a table where there is food.
He hands me a somewhat decent size piece of bread, which he tells me is all
the food I'm going to get until dinner.

As I slowly eat I take a survey of the room. I count only four men in the
room. The rest must be patrolling the area. Ditwilder is one of the men
outside. I notice Mulder keeps a hand on me at all times. I feel a cold
chill behind me. Gunter is coming down the hall.

"I want her in these." He said throwing something to Mulder. Hand cuffs.
Mulder didn't question it and asked for my hands. He gives me this look of
worry but I return it with cool confidence.

I give my arms willingly. I feel a wave of confidence flood over me. I began
to remember that I've survived things like this before. I had to put all the
stuff from last night out of my mind and use up my last bit of sanity to
survive this place and not only survive but come out as the victor. Sure,
when this is all over I'll probably go insane for repressing all this but
it's better than going mad here, in this room of dipshit assholes who didn't
know a damn thing about morality and decency. I'm sick of being scared, it
wasn't the FBI way, nor was it the Dana Scully way. I had to focus and bring
out the confident and cool Scully back, for me and for Mulder. Anyway, Jori
and her team should be here by tonight and everything would be all right,
yeah...right. He handcuffs me, putting my hands in front of me.

I know how to defend myself with my arms and legs bound. I knew I would
survive this predicament, coming out of it whole, spiritually, was another
question. Even after being handcuffed I feel all right. I think Mulder saw
the change in me. He lets me sit in the main room of the cabin. I'm paying
attention to everything that's going on, but not particularly on any
specific thing. I noticed a few of the men paying no attention to me. I
think it would have been different if Mulder wasn't sitting next to me.


"Hodge, Kethle, Gunter, Morris!" Tanks calls as he comes inside from the
outside with the missing men. "It's your turn to be the look out!" He hands
Mulder the rifle.

"I can't, I have to say with her."

"For what? You don't want anyone to touch your prize bitch. That doesn't
matter. Get out there we've been out there all morning. Red ain't going
anywhere." He takes the seat Mulder had been sitting in. "I'll watch her."

________________________________________________________________________

"Get away from me!" I yell to Ditwilder, in a low, dark voice. I do that as
I attempt to pull his fingers from around my neck, but I still have the
handcuffs on. The other hand is now covering my mouth. He has me pushed up
against the wall in the dark back hallway. I finally remember what his crime
was. Rape. I can't remember how many women it was but I knew he was going to
try to make me the next victim.

I kick myself free before he could touch me further. I dart down the hallway
as fast as I can. I realized I should have ran the other way, towards the
other men, but I ended up running to the other room. But no one was in the
cabin, they had all left except him. I remember as I run to hide that Mulder
had pushed something in my dress pocket before he left.

I pull out the key to the handcuffs and hide in one of the rooms. I use the
time, for him to break in, to unlock the cuffs. Thank you, Mulder! I got one
hand free. He comes in and grabs me again. He didn't notice that my hands
were freed. I feel his hand rubbing up my thigh and then a little up my
skirt. I knee him in his crotch to get free. That's what happens to a person
who touches me.

This time I run the right way. I wasn't paying attention to where I was
really heading or what I would bump into, and I fell before getting to my
supposed safety. I screamed out loud as Ditwilder is coming down the
hallway. I can only pray that someone heard me when I get up and continue to
run. I end up running right into Mulder's arms.

When he figured out what was happening he aimed the shotgun in his hands at
Ditwilder's center forehead. "I thought I told you not to touch her." He
said and some of the other men entered the room.

Mulder explained what was going on. I don't know what's happening. My mind
has become a little loopy. There were a lot of yelling and the last thing I
saw was them pulling Ditwilder out of the cabin. Before I knew it Mulder was
leading me back to the room I had slept in.

I sat down on the bed. I feel dazed and disconnected. I'm staring at the
wall, probably with the same look I had seen on Mulder's face in the
beginning, in the hallway. The face of a trapped animal. He sits next to me.
"Did he hurt you?"

"No," I answer. I shake my head and feel my mind come together a bit. "What
happened to him?" I ask realizing I really wasn't paying attention.

"One thing you may or may not know about killers is that they don't care for
rapist. They think their lower then they are. I don't doubt that."

"I actually think I knew that." I say. "So what did they do?"

"Probably killed him." He said making it sound casual. "I don't know but
Gunter has been ready to kill him the entire time." I nod, not really
listening. "Are you're sure you're all right?"

I turn to him and actually have a small smile. "I am perfectly all right."
All the emotion or non-emotion has triggered in my mind. "Ever since this
morning I've had this rather omnipotent feeling. I kinda feel invincible,
like I can do anything."

He took one long look at me and looked amazed. "You do think that don't
you?"

"Yep!" I say standing up. "I don't feel a thing right now." I felt like I
had a lot of energy surging through my veins my muscles, jump starting my
reflexes. It reminded me of when I was a child and the rush from sneaking
out with my friends. I'm wired; I don't feel like I could ever feel normal
again. Then it hits me. "I'm going to have a break down." I start laughing
madly. My breathing becomes irregular. I can't seem to catch my breath. I
think I'm losing my mind. I close myself off curling myself up on the floor.

Mulder comes to me and helps me calm down. The numbness is starting to turn
to fear. I find myself weeping in Mulder arms. He has been very supportive
of me. I know there is something deep down in him that's hurting him too.

I kiss him, he kisses me and a surprise to both of us, it still felt very
new as we made love again. Here of all places. This filthy, rotting room in
a cabin filled of escaped convicts. But we needed to. Unlike the first time
this was not down completely out of love. We were both so out of our minds
we needed to ground ourselves. We had to feel something. The numbness
couldn't last. The penned up energy has been released. Afterward we didn't
speak there was nothing to say.

After night fall we both heard calls from the main room. We quickly went to
see what was going on. "They've found us." Gunter tells us. Good job Jori,
right on time! "It's every man for himself!" I felt such disgust at this
retched excuse of a man, it was like they were animals.

Everyone picks up a weapon and leaves the cabin. The men began to fire on
the coming squad. Mulder and I can hear the crossfire outside. We were the
last ones left in the cabin. We could go out there but we couldn't stay in
here. Mulder grabs my hand and runs with me back in the room.

"We're going out the window." I climb through the window and I wished I was
wearing pants. Mulder followed and grabbed my hand again. We ran through the
woods, together. We could barely see anything. We both had forgotten that
night was actually dark, again. We must have been wandering for hours.

We heard gun shoots the entire time. We continued to walk to where we
thought the road was. We could tell the shooting was far from us but one
louder shot sent us hitting the deck. Mulder covered me with his body.

The shot was really close and Mulder wouldn't let me get up. There's someone
in front of us. I can hear him walking through the plants. "Come out here.
If you come peacefully you won't get hurt." We slowly get up. Even though he
is one of us he probably doesn't know that. I know his voice.

"Put your hands over your heads." We do so and he shines his flashlight on
are faces. "Dana? Agent Mulder?"

"Yes." I respond. He comes closer to us and takes the light out of our
faces. Special Agent Frank Aster.

"Thank God, we've been looking for you." He said relieved. "Jori was
starting to getting worried."

"Was everyone captured?" Mulder asked and I feel a twinge of deja vu. There
is something eerie about these woods. I hear a noise in the trees that
coincides with the blowing wind but I can't shake the feeling like this was
familiar.

"Not everyone." Frank said. "Let's get out of here." There was more movement
from the trees. Felix Gunter stumbles out of the protection for the woods,
and I remember my dream. I can't let what happened in my dream happen.

"I knew I should have never trusted you." He says to Mulder as he fires off
the gun in his wounded but steady hands. Time actually slowed down, as
though for me to undo what is meant to happen. I had pushed Mulder out of
the way even before Gunter had started speaking. I suddenly felt Frank's
body pushing into mine, trying to shove me out of harm's way. But I had
grabbed Mulder's gun and as I landed, I simultaneously shot off the gun. As
everything got hazy, I hoped I had shot my target, I hoped Mulder or Frank
hadn't been hurt.... But I realized, I was shot.

_______________________________________________________________________

It's starting to rain. Luckily Mulder and I are safely sitting in an
ambulance. I took the bullet in my arm. I barely felt it. Mulder is holding
onto my hand as the paramedics wrap a bandage around my upper arm. I can't
believe I killed Felix Gunter. Through the rain, I could see a figure of a
woman wearing a baseball hat and rain jacket run to the ambulance.

Jori jumped in the ambulance to get out of the rain. "Damn rain!" She looks
exhausted. "You look terrible," she says to me. "I should have brought
coffee." She became serious again. "No matter what you say your going to the
hospital and when you get there please call your mother. She's been calling
every hour."

"All right." I almost laugh.

She takes off the hat and turns to Mulder. "Agent Mulder, I'm Jori
Kelhaven." She extended a hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Mulder looked surprised. I think it's because he didn't expect Jori to be a
woman, or there could be a million other factors. I think I did mention she
was a woman. "I hear you have my job." He said and before she could respond
her name was called over her walkie-talkie.

"I have a few things to clear up here. I'll met you guys back at the
hospital. If you see Frank tell him where I'll be." She grimaces and runs
back out into the rain.

Mulder hasn't left my side. He doesn't know it but I can see there is
something wrong in him. He's too proud to say what he's feeling. I called my
mother and left out most of what happened. I can't stop thinking about my
dreams and visions. They had all come true. For some strange reason, I felt
embarrassed.

I was lying in bed and Mulder is sitting on the end of it. Jori is across
the room in a chair. "Kethle, Morris and Gunter are dead." Jori is telling
Mulder. "Tanks was injured. The rest have been put back into custody." She
yawned. She closes her eyes for a minute.

"Jori?" Frank asks as he comes into the room. Jori doesn't move from her
chair. Frank looks at me and smiles. "I'll give her five minutes." He walks
over to Mulder and shakes his hand. "We haven't been properly introduced.
I'm Special Agent Frank Aster. I'm Jori's fiance."

"Nice to meet you. Fox Mulder." Frank was charming and acted very different
when he wasn't working. I remember Jori telling me that if she had ever
worked with him she never would have fallen in love with him. Right now he'=s
in off work mode.

He walked away from Mulder and walked to the other end, to me and took my
hand. "Dana, I have to know, how did you know that Gunter was going to shoot
at Mulder?"

"Women's intuition." Jori said walking up behind Frank.

I didn't say a thing more. "Frank we should get out of here." She said. As
she left she says to me. "When we get back I'm definitely giving you that
vacation."

Jori and Frank left and Mulder laid down in the bed next to mine. There is
so much inside of us that we're scared to say out loud. I don't know if
we'll ever be able to say it to each other. Mulder, I think, needs time to
himself. For me this is the first time I've actually had my visions really
come true. I'm just plainly and simply scared. I'm scared to tell him.

He's asleep. I think this is the first restful sleep he's had in three
months. I stare off in his direction. It's not like he wouldn't believe me.
I know he will. I will keep it my little secret for now. I keep thinking
about all the other times but they were some much smaller than this. I could
have prevented Jason and Scott's deaths. I don't know if I could face their
families with what happened.

I know I will get through this. When I get back home in my own bed I won't
feel so strange about crying. I know that's what I'm going to do, but after
I get over the pain Mulder will still need me. And I'll be with him, loving
him and cherishing him. I love him...

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Yes, I am planning to do a sequel but that just depends on how much feedback
I get from this one. Otherwise, I don't have too much time to write it.