Story: I saw your eyes
Author: Rachel Stone
Rating: R for a few naughty words and lots o’ blood
Classification: UST A V
Spoilers: Basically just Tithonus
Summary: What happened after Scully was shot?
Disclaimer: ::Evil cackle:: I snatched them away from your evil clutches
Chris. I took them to a land of angst and UST. Where rivers flow and unicorns
pran....wait <g> I just got a *really* good idea for a slash. Oh yeah, and the
New Radicals aren't mine either. There just the greatest band in the
universe..
I saw your eyes
I had to run away
To deep in love
There were no words to say
-The New Radicals
He was driving. Always driving. Driving to crime scenes, driving to empty
fields, driving home. He never drove very fast, long ago realizing that there
were things far, far worse than being late. Today, however, he was hauling
ass. Mulder had somewhere to go, and he had to get there. Fast.
He threw the cell phone in his jacket and pressed his foot hard against the
accelerator. <<you have to be okay, you have to be okay>> was the mantra of
the moment pounding in his head. As he approached the building he slammed on
the breaks, and threw the shift into park. With one hand he took the key out
and with the other, withdrew his gun.
Mulder opened the door and went into the main lobby of the building, and
caught a reflection of himself in the silver doors of the elevator. He stood
there in his suit, breathing heavily, his gun pointed towards the heavens.
“I look like a fucking psycho,” he said to himself. “Hell, I am a psycho.”
Mulder didn’t dwell on this, and he ran up the stairs, taking them two and
three at a time. “Shit,” he cried as he tripped and scraped his palm again a
loose screw. He didn’t let that stop him and bounded up the last steps and
down the hall. That was were Scully was.
He smelled it before he saw it. And instantly he knew. Mulder could smell the
sickeningly sweet odor of blood. He knew it was Scully’s. No, he didn’t know
how Scully’s blood smelt, but he realized that if Scully was ok, she would be
on her cell phone, or moving around. But there was only silence.
He reached tentatively for the door handle and turned it slightly. He pushed
the door open. “ohgodno” he whispered. Mulder stopped dead in his tracks.
There was Scully. Propped up like a rag doll against a wall covered in blood.
She sat it a pool of blood, and blood was pouring out of every orifice that he
could see. There was so much. So much blood.
When he regained his senses, Mulder quickly ran to Scully’s side, ignoring
the man (“the suspect!”) his FBI voice told him, that was sitting in his own
pool of blood. Mulder reached for her throat, desperate to find a pulse. He
couldn’t find one. Blood gurgled out of her mouth and from her stomach at an
alarming rate. Mulder pressed his own bleeding palm against her stomach, but
could not bring himself to press hard, fearing that he would hurt her even
more. He laid her down and cradled her in his lap. Mulder kissed her head, and
then ran his thumb over her eyes, desperate to see the beautiful blue iris’s
that he had always taken for granted. His own eyes were now filled with tears,
that he could not let go. “Scully,” he whispered “Scully open your eyes.”
“Scully open your eyes.” He shouted this time. But her eyes never opened.
The door swung open once again. It was the agent assigned to work with
Scully. He couldn’t even remember his name. “WHAT HAPPENED?” he screamed at
the top of his lungs, thinking maybe that would be enough to have Scully open
her eyes.
“I uh, I called 911. They should be here at any time.” The agent stuttered
out
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Mulder shouted again.
“I, uh, I shot her. I’m so sorry. I shot the suspect, and then the bullet hit
her. She’ll be ok right? She has to be.”
“*You* shot her. How could you?” Mulder cried. He didn’t pay attention to the
man’s answer, but instead focused his attention back on Scully, rocking her
back and forth. Why was it always those she trusted that hurt her, Mulder
wondered.
In the distance, Mulder could here sirens, and then they got louder. Finally,
he heard shouts and footsteps. Three men wearing medic suits barged in to the
room. One of them grabbed Mulder and the other two began working on Scully
immediately. He didn’t understand there medical jargon, so he just
concentrated on Scully’s face.
“Sir” One of the medics said. Mulder did not answer. “SIR.” Mulder turned his
head. “You have to move, were taking her out.” the same medic said. Mulder
stepped aside and went with the men as they carried Scully out on a stretcher.
The other FBI agent stayed the the building. He would have to deal with his
mess.
They began loading Scully into the ambulance. “Let me go with her.”Mulder
said. The medics looked at each other. “Please,” Mulder whispered. “Fine,” one
of the medics said. Mulder climbed in the back.
As the ambulance went off, lights and siren whirring, he reached for Scully’s
hand and grasped it like a child holds it’s teddy bear. He quickly said some
prayers that he hadn’t said in a long, long time. The ambulance pulled up in
front of the hospital, and Mulder got out, releasing his hold on Scully’s
hand.
They quickly wheeled her into the ER, and left Mulder outside to watch.They
stuck a tube down her throat, and ripped Scully’s shirt off for easier access.
Mulder couldn’t watch anymore. He stumbled backwards and sat down in some
chairs. For the first time all day, he wept.
37 hours later
The first thing that came to her was the pain. She hurt everywhere. She knew
she must be in a hospital but was reluctant to open her eyes. Scully felt a
small tug on her hand. “Mulder.” she thought. He had probably been holding her
hand the whole time. <<which was how long?”>> she thought. Scully opened her
eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings. <<Yup, definitely a hospital>> Her
eyes roamed over the small room until they landed on a man, sitting in chair,
head laid on the bed next to her. Scully smiled. She withdrew her hand from
his grasp and ran her hand over his head. He awoke instantly.
His eyes opened and fell upon Scully. She was awake and looking at him. “Hi.”
she said. It was one word, one syllable, but it was enough to make the tears
well up and roll down his cheeks. “Oh, god your alive, oh god, Scully.”
“Mulder, Mulder, why are you crying? I’m ok.” Scully whispered. “I’m ok.”
“Yeah, yeah you are.” Mulder sobbed. The tears flowed freely now. “Scully,”
he said as he grabbed onto her hand again, “did I ever tell you what beautiful
eyes you have?”