Roseh20's X-files Fanfiction From The Heart
A Morning Drive
(Part one written by DarkJedi)
Thirteenth Street off Pennslyvania Avenue:
7:15 am:
Mulder took one long sip of his morning coffee, savoring that fresh Colombian aroma while he waited at the stoplight. A stoplight that
seemed to Mulder as if it had him marked for life. Every single morning, he caught it and just about every single day, he thought of
turning on his flashers to get past it. After all, he *could* pass it off as official business. But not today. Today, he would take his
time getting to work. He'd already decided to take a leisure day today and just review through some of his old case files. To say he
was tired of working these 70 hour weeks was an understatement...
"Gooooood Morning Washington D.C!!! You're listening to 102.5 Krth Rocks," the d.j said pronouncing the last word with emphasis,
"This is your bad-boy host himself Outlaw Dave bringing you some rock-n-roll just off their new hit albums, here they are, the
Hansons!"
"Uhhhh" Mulder groaned, switching off the radio. And putting his car into gear. He started to savor some more of his favorite blend
again when the phone rang.
"Mulder"
"Mmmm Bop, Mulder" she said smiling into her phone. Mulder even had to smile at that, knowing his partner listened to the same
morning show as he did everyday. You easily grow accustomed to your partner's habits.
"Well, I guess the cats out of the bag, huh Scully? That's what you get for playing this wonderful music around me all the time."
"Admit it, you like it Mulder." she said back with a smirk.
"Sure, give me Guns N Roses, give me Elvis," he shot back, " but please whatever you do, Scully, don't give me the Hansons."
"Ha, ha, Mulder" she responded with her grin. Leave it to her partner to get the day off to an upbeat start.
"Hey Scully, I'm runn...." Mulder broke off, never finishing the sentence, as Scully heard a terrifyingly loud crash followed by the
easily recognizable sound of rubber scratching asphalt.
"Mulder?!? Mulder, are you there?!? Talk to me!" she frantically yelled into her cell phone.
"Scully...help...me." the words just barely registering through the phone. It already sounded like Mulder was fading away, and with
a click, he was gone.
(Part two written by KD)
"Mulder!" Scully was perched on the edge of her chair.
Nothing. The line was dead.
After racing up the long flights of stairs, Scully was out of breath when she arrived at Walter Skinner's office. Blowing past his
secretary, she burst into the room with a frenzied air. Skinner looked up in alarm - he had been engrossed in paperwork, and his
young agent had startled him.
"Agent Scully, what is the meaning of this?"
"Pardon me, Sir, but I was just on the phone with Agent Mulder, who was on his way to work." Skinner glanced imperceptibly at
his watch. "All of a sudden, there was a loud crash, and the line went dead. I believe he has been in an accident."
A look of worry crossed Skinner's face when he heard this. "All right, calm down, I'll...."
"Sir?" Skinner's secretary appeared in the doorway. "Sir, there's a call for you from the police."
"Thank you." He picked up the extension. "Skinner...yes, he is. I see." He glanced at Scully. "Where? All right, we'll be there."
"What is it?" Scully did not bother hiding the apprehension in her voice.
"Well, you were right. Mulder had an accident on 13th off Pennsylvania Ave. The ambulance is on its way, but the officer wanted us
to come down."
"Let's go."
Their car pulled up to the scene. They had arrived just in time to see the ambulance leave. Scully's face fell; she had wanted to be
with her partner.
"Mr. Skinner? Agent Scully?" A policeman approached them. "Come this way.
The young man led them towards the wreck. Scully wanted to look away when she saw it. Mulder had been sitting at the light,
when, as it appeared, a car had come across the intersection and plowed into the left side of the agent's car. She could see a blown
up airbag in the offending vehicle, but Mulder's car was unrecognizable. The driver's side was completely crushed. Glass and
twisted metal was everywhere. She felt hot tears well up as she watched Skinner converse with the policeman.
He approached her. "Scully, I know this looks terrible, but we do not, as of yet, know the extent of Mulder's condition. There is
something though. Witnesses' say the other driver did not make an attempt to stop - in fact, they say he was aiming straight for
Mulder's car. After the impact, the driver took off on foot, unhurt, but was caught by several bystanders. They've got him down at
the precinct."
(Part Three Written by DarkJedi)
The cigarette smoking man took one last puff from his last Morley. Wasn't really a problem, he had plenty more where that came
from, but it was always nice to have one cigarette to fall back on. Tossing the butt in the ashtray, he made his way to the kitchen
for a cup of morning coffee when the phone rang. He just looked at it for second, wondering if it was worth answering. After all, he
had already made his agenda for the day ahead and talking on the phone wasn't one of his items on it. Case in point, it only meant
one thing when someone called him and it wasn't planned ahead of time. Something's gone wrong.
"Yes" he said calmly into the receiver.
"We have a problem" the First Elder shot back.
"Don't we always?"
"The *accident* was a failure..."
"Really? How so?" he asked back calmly. Getting excited was hardly understandable in situations like this. After all, when you get
scared or anxious with this kind of job, you lead to mistakes, careless mistakes. Everybody knows what happens when you get
careless. WMM knows at least. That last thought brought a smile to CSM's face. Yes, he wouldn't be making any more careless
mistakes, would he?
"Mulder's still alive." his associate said, breaking up his thoughts," also the man you hired was caught and is being held at the
precinct. This could be trouble."
"Don't worry. Everything will be taken care of. If anything, at least Mulder will be out of commission for a while," he didn't add that he
could get some real business done now with his son, Mulder wouldn't be getting in the way.
"See to it personally. We can't allow our plans to be interrupted, not right now."
CSM smiled at that last common as he hung up the phone. Since when *could* we allow our plans to be interrupted? Grabbing a
pack of Morleys from his stock, he went to work....
(Part Four Written by KD)
At the station, Scully stared into the face of a nameless man. The man responsible for the "accident". She found it hard to believe
that this was an accident, but their prisoner was not talking.
Scully felt sick to her stomach just looking at him through the one-way window. He was nondescript, average, able to blend in and
disappear after the crimes she was sure he had committed before. Except, this time, he had been caught.
She turned to her superior. "Sir, please, we're not getting anywhere. I'd like to get to the hospital to check on Mulder. I need to."
Skinner breathed out heavily. "All right. I'll take you back to Bureau, so you can get your car. You can take the time off that you
need"
Scully looked gratefully into his eyes. "Thank you Sir."
They pulled up, one after the other, at Trinity Hospital. Scully, it seemed, knew the path to the ICU by heart. She breezed past
nurses and interns, to the admitting desk. Skinner was right behind her.
Scully flashed her badge. "An FBI agent was admitted here a short while ago - Fox Mulder. I need to speak to his doctor."
"I'm right here. Dr. Matthew Peterson. Agent?"
She turned at the sound of his voice. He looked to be in his thirties, and he had a very professional, but compassionate, air about
him. "Dana Scully. This is Assistant Director Walter Skinner. What is Agent Mulder's condition?" She could not hide the
apprehension from her voice, and it trembled on the last word.
Dr. Peterson cleared his throat. "I'll tell you straightforward that Agent Mulder is in very critical condition. The crash impact was on
the driver's side of the car, and he received the brunt of it. He is being prepped for surgery right now, but I can tell you so far that he
has several broken bones and internal damage. I am also quite concerned about any cranial damage. Now, if you please, I need to
go. We will notify you when he comes out of surgery."
Scully watched as the doctor left through the swinging doors. She looked up at Skinner, who could only return her gaze with
silence.
And somewhere close by, the Cigarette Smoking Man smiled.
(Part Five Written by Roseh20)
Scully sat in the waiting room, every breath she took felt like an eternity of pain, all she could think of was that Mulder was hurt,
Mulder was in pain, Mulder could *die*. She shuttered at that last thought and an emotion flew over her, one she had never
experienced before, she could not describe it or even begin to understand it, and whatever it was scared her. Skinner was sitting
next to her, he was scared too. He liked Mulder, he respected Mulder, he even trusted Mulder and trust was something that
Skinner did not have much of.
They both sat there, without saying words yet they knew what each other was thinking: "God, please let Mulder be OK!" They had been
there for a couple of hours but it felt like a couple of days to Scully. She kept on looking at the door begging for it to open, hoping
for the doctor to tell her Mulder would be fine. She was alarmed when the door actually did open, and she saw the doctor but she
could tell with the expression on his face that something was wrong, dead wrong.
(Part six written by Agent6453)
"Agent Mulder's condition?" Asked Skinner, standing up from out of his chair next to the almost shaking Scully.
The doctor shook his head. "There isn't much more we can do...If he makes it through the night, we'll have more of a chance to
save him. But other than that..."
Scully sat there in shock as the doctor lead Skinner away to deal with the insurance papers. "This can't be happening," She
thought, "I can't lose him… Not after all we've done, how close he and I have come to exposing these bastards...I can't do it alone."
And at that she started to cry.
She didn't really know how long she had been crying when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see who it was, her
mascara running down her face as she looked up at..."Albert Hosteen?" "Hello, Agent Scully." replied the kind faced Indian. "I had a
dream about your friend… I was told by the spirits that his life was in great danger."
Scully nodded, feeling herself start to sob again. "I know why these men have done this, Agent Scully. It has to do with the
information on the computer disk that you asked me to translate for you...Something terrible is happening today...And you have not
long to stop it."
"What? What do I have to stop?" She asked frantically.
(Part Seven written by Roseh20)
Albert's old face, wrinkled into a small frown, his hard skin might have been old but it still gave comfort to those who were so lucky to set there eyes upon it.
"A question that will be answered in time, Dana, right now you must go"
Scully had a confused look on her face, Albert knew she did not understand what he asked of her and he knew she would not understand until the very end.
"Where do I have to go Albert? I don't understand what your asking, why can't I stay here with Mulder?
"There is an old saying among my people;
In order to glance near, you have to first glance beyond
Please now Scully, you have little time, go now"
Scully looked at this old man, she had an overwhelming feeling of respect for him, he had lived a long and wise life, he knew things that she could never even begin to understand and that gave him a certain power of Scully, not one of force but of honor .
She thought, even if she did not know where she was going she trusted him and took his word that she would soon understand his reasons.
"All right, if it will save Mulder, I'll go"
(Part Eight Written by KD)
Mulder felt himself flying; he was weightless. He was surrounded by colors, bright swirling colors that were difficult to look at. There
was a loud resonant sound booming through his ears. He knew not where he was, but he felt safe. He felt no more pain from...what
was it? He couldn't remember why he had hurt so.
Suddenly, there was an explosion of light before his eyes, and through his drugged and hazy mind, he saw small gray beings all
around him. The light encircled him, and suddenly all conscious thought drifted from his mind.
The doctors watched hopefully as their patient's eyelids fluttered, but sighed as Mulder slipped back into a peaceful coma.
Scully tried to decipher what Albert had told her as she watched him exit. Suddenly, a thought dawned on her. She had to get back
to the station. She needed to know, and that man had the answers. She watched as Skinner completed the paperwork, and walked
back to where she was standing.
"Was that Albert Hosteen I just seen standing here?!"
"Yes Sir."
"What did he want?"
"No, Sir, he wanted me to do something. He said I had to go, to find the answers."
"Answers to what?"
Scully looked at her superior for a moment. Finally, she spoke in a strained voice.
"Colonization."
(Part Nine Written by Agent 36x)
"Where are we going?" asked Scully, Albert didn't reply for a long time. Then he answered "There is something you need to
see" Scully didn't ask anymore questions only sat wondering what it was that she needed to see.
A nurse and a doctor talked in hushed whispers "Do you think he will make it through the night Dr. Abott?" asked the nurse her
voice low. The doctor shook his head slowly. "You had better contact any family and close friends. Tell them this maybe their last
chance to visit him" The nurse nodded and disappeared into a nearby office. The doctor walked into the opposite office. The
Cigarette Smoking Man was sitting in the leather office chair. "Will he die?" he asked calmly. The doctor nodded. "If he survives
it will be a miracle" C.S.M looked up sharply "We can't afford miracles."
Scullys cell phone rang. "Scully" she answered it. Her face went white when she heard the words the nurse said. "I'll be there right
away" she said. Turning to Albert she said, "Turn around" Albert looked at her and said "You need to see this or he will die" Scully
looked like she could cry. "You need to come or he will die."