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|    [all-xf] Fan fic - FINDING MULDER (1/41)    |
|    21 May 07 21:03:26    |
      From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com              Title: FINDING MULDER (AU)       Author: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com       Fandom: X-Files       Paring: Skinner/Krycek       Rating: NC-17 FRAO       Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter. I make no       money off them, I just like to play with them once in a while.       Summary: Skinner and Scully go looking for Mulder after he was       taken by the aliens and they have an unlikely ally.              FINDING MULDER              Skinner glanced at his watch, 7:59 pm, just as someone knocked at the       door. He pulled it open and invited Scully in. She came in with an       anxious smile.        "Sir? You know something about Mulder?" she asked hopefully.       "Me? I thought you had some news?" he asked her, confused.       "Your note said to meet you here at 8:00 that it was about Mulder."        She pulled the note from her pocket and handed it to him.       He reached into his pocket and drew out a piece of paper and handed it       to her.       "I got a note saying you wanted to meet me here at 8:00 about Mulder."        They stood staring at each other.       "Who would do this? Who could have any information?" She shook her       head in wonder.              The knock on the door startled them both. Skinner went over, opened       it and came face to face with Alex Krycek.       "KRYCEK! What the hell are you doing here?" Anger and frustration       building inside of him.              "I'm the one who sent you those notes; you and Scully." He said.       "You know something?" Scully came over to him. "If you know anything       at all about this, Krycek, you better say so right now!"       "That's why I'm here. Can we please talk about this inside?"              Skinner stepped back and let him in, reluctantly.              "Just what exactly is it that you think you know and why should we       believe a word you say?" Skinner demanded.       "First of all, I don't know anything for sure; but I may know a way to       find him if you're interested."       "And who and what are we going to owe for this information?" Skinner       asked through slitted eyes.       "I don't blame you for being suspicious but this has nothing to do       with who I work for."       The three of them stood in the middle of Skinner's living room staring       at one another.       "OK, then. You know something? Tell us where he is?" Skinner insisted.              "It's all just a slim possibility but you've been looking for him for       over three months now and haven't had any luck. You can believe this       or not, but I've been looking for him too."              "And you think you might know where he is?" Scully asked.              "I think I might be able to contact someone who might be able to tell us."              "That's a lot of `might's." Skinner said.              "True. But it's not like you've over-burdened with leads right now is       it?"              "Who is this someone that might know something?" Scully asked       skeptically.              "Well that's something else now."              "He doesn't have anything, Scully. He's just trying to find out what       we know." Skinner turned away.              "You were with him when he was taken, Skinner. You know who has him."        Krycek said.              "I know what I saw," was all that Skinner would admit to.              "OK. Here it is. The three of us here in this room know the aliens       have him. That's not debatable. I'm not even sure which group has       him. I may be able to contact one group. Communication with them is       very difficult but not impossible. I thought they might know where       Mulder is and how we could get him back. I thought it was worth a try."              Skinner and Scully stood staring at him; not wanting to believe what       they had just heard, but in their hearts they knew it was true.              "So why haven't you done it already? Why come here and trot out this       incredible story? What do you hope to gain by all this?" Scully       challenged, hands on hips.              "As I said, communicating with them is very difficult. I can't, I       won't do it alone. I'll need both your help."              "What exactly is it you'd need us for?" Skinner asked, staring his       best AD glare at Krycek.              "I have been in communication with them before; it took a lot out of       me. I need you to see to it that I get back here in one piece. And       Scully needs to come along in case we do find Mulder; he'll probably       need medical care and it's not like we can just take him into any       hospital."              "Where would we be going?" Skinner asked, a little less skeptical.       "Terma, North Dakota." Krycek answered.              "The silos?" Scully asked.              "Yeah. They're in a ship down there; silo 1013; if it's even still there.              "You know this for a fact? You've seen them? These aliens?" Skinner       asked.              "Yeah. I have. About 4 years ago."              "What makes you think they are still there?" Scully asked.              "Time to them is nothing. They sat at the bottom of the Atlantic for       50 years." Krycek answered.              Skinner and Scully looked at each other, wondering whether to believe       him or not.              "Like I said, it's just a possibility, that's all. I know there a lot       of `ifs' here, but at this point, what have we got to loose?" Krycek       looked from one to the other for a response.              "And just how do you figure we can get in to this silo? Wherever the       hell it is?" Skinner asked.                "I can get us in the silo, that's not a problem. Last time I was       there, the old man left me behind to die in there. That's why I need       you to come along; to watch my back while I'm down there trying to get       information." He rubbed the back of his neck; remembering the days he       was locked up in that place.              "What's in this for you?" Skinner asked.              "Nothing!" Krycek heaved a sigh. "I just want your promise that you       won't leave me down there; in that silo."              Skinner and Scully took a few steps away and spoke quietly to each other.       "What do you think?" Scully asked.       "I don't know what to think. We've tried everything else and we've       got nothing."       Scully nodded her head in agreement.              "OK" Skinner said, "I'll go with you and I'll see to it you get back       here safely but Scully stays here."              "No!"       "No!"       Two voices spoke as one.              "I'm going!" Scully insisted.              "We need her!" Krycek insisted.              "You don't ….understand, Krycek. Scully…..isn't well. She's been ill."              "I'm fine and I'm going!" Scully insisted.              "You mean her pregnancy?" Krycek asked.              "How do you know about that?" Scully asked. Skinner was too       surprised to speak.              "It's not important right now. The important thing is finding Mulder       and getting him back here safely."              The three of them nodded in agreement and Skinner pulled out his phone.       "I'll get us tickets for the next flight."              "No!" Krycek stopped him. "I can't be seen with the two of you.        I've got a motor home downstairs. It's all packed and stocked. It       has a bed in the back; in case Mulder….needs it. I've got enough       food, water and medicines for several days. The only stops we'll have       to make will be for gas. No restaurants, no motels. We'll stop at       campgrounds and keep a low profile."              "You want to drive nearly 2000 miles with a pregnant woman? You're       out of your mind!" Skinner yelled.              "I'm OK. I can make it!" Scully insisted.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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