TITLE: Getaway AUTHOR: Elanor G RATING: PG CATEGORY: Deep Throat snippetfic DISCLAIMER: Don't own these characters. Doing this for fun, not money. They were speeding away from the base in what was basically a stolen car. This was gradually becoming clearer to Mulder as the fog dissipated from his brain. Scully had spun the (stolen) car around and headed away from the gate. He couldn't remember how he got here. Scully had tersely told him the facts, and then lapsed into silence. Mulder searched his memory. He remembered the stoner kids showing him the hole in the fence (and wasn't that an awfully convenient hole? some nagging voice in his head asked) and starting off through the grass. Then he remembered waking up in a car filled with men who wouldn't look at him, driving down a long road toward a gate. There was nothing else. Had his mind been tampered with, like those pilots? Jesus. Jesus Fucking Christ. And that guy, that "reporter" and his offhanded cryptic remark. And Scully... Jesus Fucking Christ again. The prim, ponytailed individual in the driver's seat next to him had apparently 1) drawn a gun on a fellow federal agent, 2) kidnapped said agent at gunpoint, and 3) exchanged him - again at gunpoint - for Mulder. Were they really just driving away from this? When he had left Scully at the motel yesterday, Mulder had thought (with a slight, surprising pang) that he probably wouldn't see her again. He was honestly astonished that she was still in Idaho, still in this insane town - much less here, now, in the car with him. Much less rescuing him. He looked over at her. Scully was staring straight ahead, her jaw set, her hands tight on the wheel. If she had been nervous during that little exchange then she sure as hell had given no sign. "So let me get this straight," Mulder said, his voice a little slurry. "You took this guy's gun and carjacked him, even through you knew he was a DOD agent. Then you forced him to drive to the base and orchestrated a very tidy prisoner exchange." He cleared his throat. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" Scully kept her eyes on the road. "No, let *me* get this straight," she said. "You tricked me and took our car, effectively stranding me at the motel. Then you snuck onto a government installation on the advice of two drug-addled teenagers to hunt for flying saucers. A government installation where they're probably testing a top-secret project, I should add." She turned her head in his direction briefly. "Do *you* do this sort of thing often?" I guess I should thank her for getting me out, Mulder thought. But he was too confused and surprised and irritated to be properly grateful. "We're going to see Mrs. Budahas again," said Mulder. "Now? Why? We won't learn anything else. Anyway, you're going to the hospital," said Scully. "No, I'm not," snapped Mulder in reply. "No damn hospitals." Silence fell again, a heavier silence, and Mulder looked away from Scully. All right, so perhaps he could have handled this whole thing better. But what was she still doing here? "Weren't you saying that you didn't believe in UFOs?" he asked, finally breaking their silence. "Weren't you saying that the government had a right to keep secrets? You weren't stranded. You could have gone back to DC and filed your report on me and left me here and that would have been the end of it. Why did you stay?" Scully was quiet for a moment, eyes on the road. "I don't know what the hell is going on here, Mulder," she said at last "Neither do you. I know that there's a mundane, reasonable explanation." Another short pause. "But I don't like being pushed around or lied to. By anyone." Finally Mulder could hear the slight quiver in her voice and he understood. She was confused and afraid. And being confused and afraid made her angry. Well, we have that in common, at least, thought Mulder. Looking out the window at the passing countryside, he tried to search in his mind for what had been lost. And he realized dully that he was afraid too. End Elanor G ElanorG@yahoo.com http://www.geocities.com/elanorg