Forget Me Not
Part 2
Mulder, literally, didn't know if he had ever been quite so relieved to hear anything in his life. A huge smile broke out on his face and
he let out a deep breathe. He was afraid to speak, afraid to say something that would break the spell that he could feel cast over
both of them. He didn't have to think anymore, it was like when he saved Scully from that bullet, it was just an instinctive reaction.
He reached out and touched her face gently with the hand that wasn't pinned to the ground. She was trembling. He realized that
they had never done anything like this before and he knew she was scared. He was too. He couldn't remember anything. How
could he be sure that this was how he really felt about her? What if, he got his memory back and remembered that he *didn't* feel
that way for her? That he never had? Then he chuckled inwardly at the thought...that was impossible. She was absolutely
incredible. Beautiful, strong, intelligent, caring and nurturing... If he was really that big a numskull *not* to be head over heels in
love with this woman, then he never -wanted- to get his memory back… ever.
Again, thinking was not necessary. Mulder felt himself being drawn towards her guiding her face to his with his hand. The moment
was tense. They were both trembling now. Their breathing was labored and raspy as they slowly....slowly...moved towards each
other. Until finally, their lips met. The kiss was so gentle and Scully gave a little gasp when it happened. Then she relaxed
completely and melting into the kiss as it depend, but remained gentle and soft.
Then, Mulder had a revelation that caught him completely off-guard and both stunned and elated him. He pulled away slightly...
"What's wrong?" Scully whispered.
"I just remembered something..." Mulder said out of breath.
"What?"
Mulder looked at her for a second. He could see her beautiful eyes glimmering even in the dark. That was all the encouragement he
needed to summon up the courage to tell her what he had just remembered.
"I love you..."
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Scully froze. She had to be dreaming. Mulder had just confessed his love to her. He *remembered* he loved her. That meant he'd
always loved her. But she'd known that all along, didn't she? And he had to know she felt the same. No, he didn't. How to tell him?
There's only one way...
"I... I love you, too..." she said so softly she wasn't sure he'd heard her. But he did. They smiled at each other in the darkness and
again their lips met and they kiss briefly before he wraps his arms possessively around her small body and holds her close
to him, a huge boyish smile glued to his face. Scully listens to his heart beat and realizes their hearts beat as one. She too wraps
her arms around his waist.
"Mulder, do me a favor"
"Anything, Scully"
"Hold me all night and never let go"
He kisses the top of her head in response and soon they begin to drift into sleep...
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"Oh isn't this cute" Scully woke up to see none other then Modells face, "I knew it would happen sooner or later, but I did not think
you guys would do it while on the run" Modell was teasing them now. By this time Mulder was up and aware of the danger they
were in. This was the first chance Mulder had really been able to see Modell face, and the second he saw him all the memories of
the pervious day came rushing back. "It was you, you were waiting for me at that meeting, you hit me over the head, you made me
forget, told me not to remember" Mulder became filled with anger. "I am happy you are starting to remember, Mulder, but that was
only half of our meeting, do you remember the rest?" Mulder looked at him, he tried to remember but nothing was coming back.
Modell became restless. "Too bad, Mulder, times up" he looked at Scully, a blank face. "Scully, I want you to
come with me, come with me" Scully knew what he was doing, he was using his power, she was trying to fight him but she had
this overwhelming feeling to go with him. "Mulder, help me" she said closing her eyes, trying to fight Modell out of her mind. "No!"
Mulder screamed, the memories of Modells powers had returned to Mulder "I won't let you take her". Mulder got up in one huge
leap and push himself onto Modell, Knocking the pusher to the hard ground. Pouches flew onto Modell's face by Mulder's angry hands. Then Mulder saw something in Modell's hand that paralyzed him with amazement and fear.
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Modell had somehow gotten a gun in his hand and now held it, pointing to his head. He grinned maniacally.
"And now Mulder,"
he
crooned, imitating Emperor Palpatine "You die" He clicked off the safety, and with Mulder still pinned to the floor, slowly started to
pull the trigger. But just before the gun went off, Scully hit him as hard over the head as she could. With a cry, Modell spun around,
his finger tightening on the trigger. The gun went off, catching Scully in the shoulder. She let out a scream and fell to the floor...
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"You SON OF A BITCH!!!" Mulder screamed as he kicked Modell hard in the legs, causing him to fall down. In the process, Modell
let go of the gun. Mulder jumped up from where he was, grabbed the gun and rushed to Scully's side. He examined her wound. It
was in her right shoulder and it looked like it had gone straight through. But she was losing a lot of blood and fast.
Rage burned through Mulder as he gripped the gun and pointed it determinedly at Modell with fire burning in his eyes.
"I'm gonna KILL YOU!!!" He screamed.
"Just calm down, Mulder, she'll be all right. Give me the gun, Mulder...give me the gun..."
"SHUT UP!!!" Mulder's hand began to shake and he could feel himself losing control bit by bit the more Modell talked.
"Give me the gun, Mulder..."
"SHUT UP OR I'LL KILL YOU!!! I swear I will!"
"Give me the gun, Mulder..."
Mulder's hand shook as he struggled to resist him. He tried to concentrate on something, anything, but what Modell was saying.
He thought about Scully lying on the ground next to him with blood pumping out of her wound. He gained a little bit of control back
and his finger began to tighten on the trigger...
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Deep rage flooded Mulder's mind, biting at the back of his eyes. The rage kept building, and building, until...."I remember! I
remember!"
"Remember what?" Asked Scully, pain in her voice.
"Everything! The point of this game is....."
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"The point of the game is not to surcome" Mulder looked at Modell, rage burning like fire inside of him. "This is what you want,
Modell, this is what you want to happen"
"What are you talking about" Scully said,
"The point of the game is to lose" Mulder said."He wants to lose, he wants me to lose control and kill him, that is why he kidnapped you, told you that I was dead"
Scully looked
surprised "Mulder how did you know that?" She asked him still in pain "He told me everything, at the meeting he made me..."
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"...Lose my memory, so I couldn't tell you that the reason he kidnapped you, that it was because he wanted to push your feelings
for me, to the next level."
"What do you mean?" Scully asked through teeth gritted with pain.
"ROMANTIC thoughts, Scully.... he wanted us to 'succum' to our feelings and become more than friends. He did it to both of us, so
that he could drive one of us over the edge by hurting the other, and that who he did it to would become so enraged that they would
kill him."
Something still didn't make sense to Scully,
"If he wanted one of us to kill him, why not just push us into doing it?"
"Because, suicide isn't honorable, and just making one of us do it is the same thing. What he wants is to drive us to it, not push
us, so it's of our own doing!"
Scully breathed in understanding. Now that she thought about it, the feelings for Mulder she experienced didn't feel quite right, like
they weren't quite hers.
"You're wrong about one thing..." grunted Modell, still clutching his leg.
"I only pushed one of you to those feelings, and you'll never know who..."
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They both just stood there, it was almost like time for them had stood still, and this was not fair, not fair at all. One of them had real feelings for the other while one was only pushed into believing they did. "I would kill you, Modell, I would love nothing else but to be the one that sends you to hell, but I won't because I know it is what you want, and I will never give you anything you want, never!"
Mulder went over to Scully "Are you all right?" Scully looked at him, she had the most scared and saddest face he had ever seen her with "Mulder" she began to say...."Mulder, I'll be fine". Mulder knew how she felt he was feeling the same way. Mulder then took the gun and pointed to Modell, still angry as hell with him, and all he said was two simple words.
"Which one?"
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Modell, still grabbing his leg, fixed his gaze on Mulder and then to Scully and then back to Mulder. Scully's heart was beating so
loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. She closed her eyes and waited for the answer. Her mind raced searching for
something, hoping that she had been the one that had been pushed. She didn't want to be the one with the true feelings, the one
who was facing rejection. Thoughts ran through her mind. She thought back to the day in the hospital after she had been returned
from her abduction. Mulder had carried her cross for her, he hadn't given up. She remembered the look on Mulder's face as he
rushed in the door to find her sitting on the couch with Eddie VanBlundht. She remembered the way she felt the moment before
"Mulder" had kissed her. She remembered the few touching hugs they had shared. The determination of Mulder to bring her back
from cancer's edge. Bringing her back from death. He hadn't given up, even when she had. He would never give up on her. He
followed her to Antarctica, to save her life. He had saved her life so many times, in more ways than one.
She had found what she had been looking for. She knew who had been pushed. She knew it couldn't have been her.
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Thoughts were swirling tumultuously in Mulders cluttered mind. He began remembering all those intimate moments between them,
and how he so desperately wanted to tell Scully all his feelings for her. The time when she kept him warm when he was attacked by
the mothman and sang to him, comforted him when he had no one else to turn to, how he spent countless hours in dismal pain
when Scully was taken, and her same passion for finding the truth that they have so hopelessly been searching for. Over the past
six years he has come to trust no other... love no other...
He knew who had been pushed. He knew it couldn't have been him.
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"Tell me which one of us was pushed!!!"
Modell only smiles at him calmly.
"Na-ah, Mulder. They'll be my last dying words"
Mulder tightens his grip on the trigger.
"Tell me!!!"
"Just shoot me Mulder. Then I'll tell you"
"TELL ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
An evil smile grows on Modell's face.
"You really wanna know? It was you, Mulder. Your feelings for Scully aren't true. I fed them to you. You don't really love her."
"NO! YOU'RE LYING!!!" Mulder screamed enraged.
He had to be lying. He loved Scully. He knew he did. But how could he know for sure? He couldn't even remember his birthday. But
he had remembered other things. The things of most importance to him. He loved Scully. He was almost 100% sure... Modell had
to lying.
Suddenly he feels a cold hand at his ankle. It's Scully. She's pale and weak. Her shirt is bright red from the blood oozing from
her wound.
"Mulder... don't... don't let him win."
Scully's voice is so low he can barely hear her. He stares at her pleading eyes as Modell continues to speak.
"Look at her, Mulder. I could've killed her. In fact she still might die"
He chuckles the way only a sick man would. And Modell is sick.
"You never know... she's losing a lot of blood..."
Then, almost instinctively, Mulder pulls the trigger and the sound of the bullet leaving the gun echoes on the walls of the cave...
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Bang! The bullet echoed through the cave.
Modell opened his eyes and looked at the smoldering bullet hole, and then Mulder's smiling face. "Gotcha!"
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"What the hell?" Modell said, confused. He had heard the gun shot and then had heard the bullet wiz by, just inches away from his
head. He had closed his eyes, but then, when he realized the bullet hadn't hit him, he opened his eyes in surprise and looked at
Mulder.
Mulder's smirk was gone. He lowered his gun and gave Modell a stern look. "That was for lying to me. And because I knew it was
exactly what you wanted. And there's no way I'm ever going to give you the satisfaction of letting you win. Not this time, not ever."
Modell raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I was lying to you?"
"Because, enough of my memory has come back for me to know that I was in love with Scully long before we ever even knew you
existed! And because I don't believe you pushed either of us. You didn't have to. You already knew that if the life of one of us was
threatened in any way, the other one would want revenge on you. You didn't need any elaborate scheme. It was just a matter of
getting us angry enough to pull the trigger. Well it didn't work, Modell. And if I have any say in the matter you will never get your
way. You are going to be forced to spend the rest of your miserable dying days locked up tight and strapped down to a bed in a
mental ward with as much isolation from any human contact as possible."
Right then he heard Scully wimper at his side. He looked down in concern and fear surged through his heart---he had to get her to a
hospital and soon.
"There's no reason why she has to die, Modell. Tell me where we are and how I can get her to a hospital...NOW!"
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All right, we're two miles outside of D.C., and you can get to a phone in about half a mile going that way." Modell instructed,
pointing to his right.
Mulder was surprised at the wiliness of Modell and had the sense that he was planning something, but he could not think of that now, he had to save Scully.
"Okay," said Mulder, taking his shoe off, then his sock. He then rolled the sock into a ball and headed for Modell. "But we're taking
you with us." He then stuffed the sock in Modell's mouth, and then went over to Scully and threw her over his shoulder, then he
came back to Modell and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him behind as they headed toward civilization.
Finally, they reached a road and Mulder flagged down a police car with his badge.
"Get us to a hospital! NOW! And give me your handcuffs." The officer did as instructed and Mulder strapped the handcuffs on
Modell.
Modell mumbled something, but the sock drowned out the sound. it was a long drive; at least it felt that way to Mulder.
After what felt like hours, they pulled into the hospital, the police officer carrying Scully's limp body, and Mulder leading Modell
forward, not comfortable with just leaving him in the car unattended.
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Mulder took Modell to another officer that was waiting in the building, "Take good care of this man, don't let him out of your site"
"Mulder," Modell said trying to talk with the sock still in his mouth. Mulder would not listen to a single word Modell had to say.
Almost running he went to Scully's bedside, he looked at her, even though she was hurt she still looked beautiful to him. Scully
opened her eyes and turned her head to Mulder. "Hi" she said still weak, but in no pain. "Hi" Mulder replied back to her. "The
doctors say you are going to be just fine" he told her trying to start a conversation. "Mulder" Scully said, "Do you remember
everything now, your life, Samantha?" "Yes, I do Scully" "Tell me Mulder" she said frightened and scared to hear the answer. "Were
you being pushed, or me?" Mulder sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand and looking deep into her eyes. "Scully as stupid
as it sounds I think I should thank Modell" Scully looked confused, "what do you mean" "I was the one being pushed, Scully" A
tight ball of embarrassment and fear popped into Scully's stomach, she was going to have to deal with the rejection now, the pain of
knowing she loved Mulder but Mulder had no love for her in return. "Scully," Mulder said "It took Modell to push me into believing
that I love you, to finally realize I do love you" Scully looked at Mulder more confused then ever. "When I felt the way I did for you in
that cave, I knew right then and there that even if I were the one being pushed I had to of loved you, my love was stronger then any
push from Modell." Scully started to cry, not of sadness but of joy. "I love you with all of my soul Scully, I would die for you" and
with those little words he gentle but beautifully kissed Scully in a way that two people never realized they could. All the problems
of there lives all the hurt and pain of many years had gone in that one kiss and they knew, they were meant to be together, always.
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Just then Modell entered the room and shut the door behind him.
"I may not be able to win this one, but I'm taking a nice consolation prize with me to jail!" Then he squinted he eyes, trying to
concentrate his now nearly exhausted power.
"Neither of you will remember what happened between you two last night," said Modell, who at this point was sweating profusely
and breathing heavily with exhaustion.
"Got it?"
Mulder and Scully just looked at him, fighting the urge to laugh at Modell's straining face.
"Have you been eating a lot of bran lately? You look a little constipated!" quipped Mulder.
"YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!!!!" screamed the furious Modell, blood veins popping up around his neck as he strained ever harder.
Then the police officer burst through the door and grabbed Modell.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"We're fine. Now get that slime-ball out of here!"
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The cops did as Mulder told them to and dragged Modell out of the hospital room.
Mulder turned back to Scully with a playful smile on his face and shook his head, "That guy's just too damn cocky. He just doesn't
seem to understand some things."
Scully smiled at him, "Like what?"
Mulder took her hand in both of his and kissed it like he had done once before, "Oh...like the fact that you can't push someone to
do something that they already do. Or feel something that they already feel, for that matter."
Scully's smile broadened, "And he can't make you forget something if your will is strong enough to resist him."
"That's right."
"He just doesn't understand us."
"And I don't think he ever really will."
"But in all fairness, Mulder, nobody *really* understands you..."
"Except you."
Scully smiled at him lovingly and squeezed his hand. Then she gave his hands a little tug towards her and said, "Get over here..."
Mulder grinned playfully at her as he bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Scully sighed and reached up to touch his face.
"Everything's changed now, hasn't it?" she asked.
Mulder stroked her hair with his left hand as he continued to hold her right hand in his other hand and he gazed at this woman that
he adored with lovesick eyes. He knew he didn't deserve her, but if she was crazy enough to love him as much as she seemed to,
he sure as hell wasn't going to let anything screw that up. So he tried to think of something to say that would get rid of any doubts
she may have about them and about where their newfound discoveries in the cave will lead them.
"Nothing's changed, Scully. Not really. Ever since the day you first walked into my lonely basement you began to fill all the little
empty spaces in my life that I never even knew I needed filled. From day one it had been a slow, steady fall for me and now, when I
look at you, the love I feel overwhelms me. I almost don't know what to do with it. So, the way I see it is, nothing's changing, it's
just continuing. And this thing that's happening now between us is what has to happen in order for it to continue without..." he
chuckled slightly, "without killing me."
Tears stung Scully's eyes. She didn't think she'd ever heard anything so beautiful in all her life. She sniffed and tried to pull herself
together as much as she could before she said, "So, you're saying this is for good?"
Mulder chuckled again, "Well, I'm not so sure it's for 'good', but as far as I'm concerned, it's forever..."
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The End
