Title: Nova

Author: Angel

Feedback: Please! I love every but of it!

Classification: MSR, Colonization fic.

Spoilers: All the way up to 7^th season finale but NOT including even though nothing much is really mentioned.

Rating: NC-17 (for some parts-very mild consensual sex- but to be safe!) Others are probably PG-13 or so for naughty words and implied naughty stuff =).

Summery: The inevitable happens. Mulder has planned ahead and now does everything in his power to keep Scully safe.

You MUST read all parts to understand! Available at Ephemeral and my home page.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Characters are property of Fox, 1013, ect. No money is being made. No infringement is intended. A few poems and songs are used without permission, names of authors are given. Prayers which I did not write, and I don’t know who wrote are included in some areas.

Homepage: (to find missing parts and sooner or later the completed version, also posted at Ephemeral)

A HUGE thanks to Evie my beta reader! Nova would never be doing this well, or going as fast, without her help! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Umm… one more! Thank you!

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"Baby don’t look up, the sky is falling." Tori Amos

(37/?)

Day 234 (continued)

"I have to go." Scully began to repeat softly under her breath as she struggled against Mulder’s hold on her arms even as his heart shattered and his gut twisted in terror. Mulder needed to keep her here, he knew that much. He also knew last time this happened they were attacked, people needed to be warned, he needed to talk to Skinner. He couldn’t do both.

"Not again." Mulder prayer softly as he began to drag her back towards the bed. Scully fought against his arms, throwing Mulder off balance. "Scully, stop. Please." He begged in her ear as she pushed herself forward. Holding Scully only by her upper arms Mulder fell forward with her. To avoid falling on top of her he let go of one of her arms to brace them against the wall, but he didn’t move in time and Scully’s forehead hit with a sickening thud. Mulder jumped back from her.

Scully wasted no time in staggering towards the door, unfazed by her injury, not noticing the trail of blood that was dripping into her eyes.

For a short moment Mulder watched in shock. But as Scully pulled the door open he pushed himself from the wall, with a few strides he had caught her around the shoulders.

Scully’s muttering continued, rising in volume as she pulled and pushed and twisted against Mulder’s hold. The hallway was empty in the early morning hours, but if Mulder didn’t get her back into their room soon that could easily change.

"Scully, please stop this." Mulder pleaded through clenched teeth as he tried to keep a grip on her small body. With a quick, regretful movement he shifted one arm around her waist, the other across her chest. Leaning his weight back he dragged Scully back into their room, kicking the door shut with a slam that made him jump, his grip loosening momentarily.

Scully’s out of control mind used that short moment to twist in his arms, now facing Mulder.

Though he tried, he couldn’t pin her arms between them. Mulder barely caught the cry of pain in his throat as Scully dug her nails into his cheeks. He fought to shake her off while maintaining his hold. With an arm across her lower back he pulled her to him, belly to belly, then reached up with his other hand and grabbed both her wrists and hauled them away from his face. "Scully stop it" Mulder said firmly and loudly, hoping to break the spell slightly.

She continued her utterances; "I have to go." And stared up at him with a glassy eyed blank stare. Mulder froze as watched her. She didn’t look like herself, her eyes wide and dilated. Blinking in sync with the beginning of each sentence. Completely unchanged as she struggled and pulled from him.

"Scully?" Mulder asked softly, studying her eyes for any response. "Scully, can you hear-" Mulder’s sentence was cut off as Scully’s hands, still encased in his, struck his cheekbone. He cried out in pain as he struggled to pull her hands low against his chest. Eyes stinging, Mulder looked down into Scully’s unchanged eyes just as she pulled her hands up quickly, knocking Mulder under his chin.

Mulder’s head snapped back and blood filled his mouth. Involuntarily he released Scully, bringing a hand to his mouth to wipe away the blood. He watched, dazed, as Scully turned calmly and went towards the door. Quickly Mulder took a long step to catch up with her, grabbing her upper arms in his and pulling her back against his chest forcefully. Instantly she began to struggle. Mulder wrapped his arms securely around her body, pinning her arms down by her sides.

She struggled for a moment.

"Stop it, Scully." Mulder hissed in her ear as he struggled to hold her carefully. He couldn’t let himself slip and hurt her, but she was going to hurt herself the way she threw them around the room. The table toppled over with a clatter as she swung her legs out to kick at Mulder. He let out grunts of pain as her heels hit his knees, his shins, he cringed as her flailing legs hit the walls and furniture.

Some how she managed to brace her feet securely on the floor. She pushed with all her strength back into Mulder. They both fell. Mulder’s back landed hard against oak crib. The loud crunch of wood did nothing to drown out Mulder’s curse as his back began to tingle and stars flew in front of his eyes.

Scully stood, calmly and determinedly and made her way in even strides towards the doorway once again.

Mulder watched, unable to move as his spine burned for a moment. Summoning the last of his strength he pushed himself from the splintered wood. He caught up with Scully just as she opened the door. Grabbing her quickly, and more roughly then he meant to, they both staggered back into the room.

Scully threw her weight, left and right, back and forth. Until finally Mulder lost his balance again. As hard as he tried Mulder tumbled sideways, taking Scully with him. Both of their sides collided with the dresser, knocking it and them to the floor with a crash that could have been heard down the hall.

Scully rolled out from under the clothes, other belongings and crushed wood trying to stand.

Mulder, willing himself to stand despite the pain radiating through his body, watched in horror as she went to stand. But collapsed back into the pile of rubble. His stomach twisted sickly as she tried again and again, but could not remain on her feet.

"Scully." He choked out, crawling towards her. "Scully, come on back to me. Please."

"What the hell is going on?" Skinner bellowed from the open door as he looked around the room, settling his gaze on Mulder who knelt next to the doorway.

"She’s being called."

Skinner looked to the center of the room where Scully struggled amongst the debris.

"Help me up. We need to restrain her before she hurts herself anymore."

Skinner held out a hand and helped Mulder to his feet. He cringed and held his aching ribs before looking over to Scully. Both men froze.

Slowly and carefully Scully stood, keeping most of her weight on one foot, her gun pulled from the pile on the floor raised.

"Scully…" Mulder whispered. "Don’t do this."

Her blank eyes stared back at him, a slight sweat across her face mingling with blood.

The gunshot echoed off the walls of Nova with deafening volume.

To be continued…

Notes: Please go easy on me!!!

Hey, are you all reading Evie’s new WIP, Pandora Revisited? The first two parts are at Epheremal so go to it! Read that instead of killing me. =)