From: magsrose@comcast.net   
      
   By MagsRose   
   See chapter 1 for headers   
      
      
   Chapter 6 - 10   
      
   Frohike swore imaginatively and added. "What are they doing here? I'm   
   going to kill Mulder!"   
      
   He slid the door open and stomped across the street, making way too   
   much noise for such a clandestine operation. He did manage to keep   
   from yelling, though. Emma saw him coming and could tell he was   
   furious. She ran out into the street to meet him. He took her by the   
   hand and led her back to the van. Pulling open the driver's door, he   
   pushed her in ahead of him, climbed in himself and, starting the   
   engine, drove away.   
      
   Mulder ran back to his car and followed the VW bus as it turned a corner.   
      
   Emma didn't say anything as they drove. Frohike only said one thing to   
   her, "Put on your seat belt." She searched around for it but couldn't   
   find it. Byers was sitting at her right side. He pulled the belt out   
   from under her and helped her put it on.   
      
   Frohike was fuming. Emma wanted to talk to him, to explain but she   
   figured he would ask when he was ready, maybe when he had calmed down   
   a little.   
      
   Frohike wasn't worried about where he was going. He just wanted to get   
   Emma out of there. How had she known where they were? Why on earth had   
   Mulder brought her out to them when he knew what had happened the one   
   time she had gone on a stakeout? They had been lucky that last time.   
   He wasn't willing to take another chance on her being taken into   
   custody and questioned for hours on end. What had happened to her was   
   too close to torture. It would never happen again. If the police had   
   been called, if they had been arrested when she was with them… Yves   
   was right, she could be taken away from him or worse yet, she could   
   have gotten seriously hurt. Damn Mulder, what was he thinking?   
      
   Checking his rearview mirror, Frohike could see that Mulder was still   
   behind them. He spotted a deserted grocery store parking lot and   
   pulled into it suspecting Mulder would follow.   
      
   Shutting off the motor and setting the parking brake, Frohike jumped   
   out of the van. Emma tried to follow him but was held up by her   
   seatbelt. "Dad, wait! Please!" She was afraid of what he would do to   
   Mulder. He ignored her. Mulder was standing next to his open car door   
   waiting for Frohike to close the distance between them.   
      
   "Frohike, I …" The irate father did not let him finish. He pushed   
   Mulder against his car.   
      
   "What the hell were you doing bringing her out to us? I trusted you to   
   take care of her not to put her in danger."   
      
   "Frohike, I was just trying to help her." Mulder fought to remain calm.   
      
   "Help her? How? What if the cops had come?"   
      
   Emma had caught up with them, getting to her father just ahead of the   
   others who had also piled out to stop Frohike from beating the crap   
   out of Mulder. She grabbed her father's arm and pulled on it, putting   
   all of her weight into it. He raised his arm and swung it outwards to   
   break her grip and shake her off. This put her off balance and,   
   turning as she fell, she came down hard on her left arm.   
      
   To the others who had just arrived on the scene it looked like Frohike   
   had hit Emma. Jimmy bent over her where she lay cradling her scraped   
   and bleeding arm.   
      
   "Emma!" Realizing she was hurt, Frohike turned to help her but Langly   
   and Byers stood between him and the pair on the ground. He tried to   
   push his way through them but they held him back. Byers spoke calmly   
   to him. "You can't hit her like that, Frohike."   
      
   Frohike was shocked that his friends believed he could do such a thing   
   to Emma. "I didn't hit her. I could never hit her."   
      
   Sitting up but obviously in pain, Emma confirmed his story. "He didn't   
   hit me. I fell when he made me let go." Byers and Langly stepped aside   
   allowing Frohike to check on her. Kneeling beside Emma, he put his arm   
   around her and said, "Oh, honey, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt   
   you."   
      
   "I know, Dad. Ow! Careful," she complained as he turned her arm over   
   to see the other side.   
      
   Now that she finally had his attention, she tried to explain her   
   presence at their stakeout. "Dad, Mulder and I didn't know you guys   
   were at that house. He can see the faeries, too, and was trying to   
   help. They wanted me to follow them. That's where they led us."   
      
   "Faeries?" Jimmy asked in confusion.   
      
   "She told me the whole story while we were driving," Mulder explained,   
   "and I think she's right about the lights being faeries." Yves came   
   back from the VW bus with the first aid kit and started to clean up   
   Emma's arm as Mulder continued. "From what I've read, there are   
   several different kinds of faeries. Woodland faeries, water faeries,   
   house faeries and such protect those areas. This group has attached   
   itself to what has to be considered a national treasure. Emma's   
   feeling of connection to it opened her mind to the fact that the   
   faeries were there. When it was stolen, they sought her out in the   
   hopes that she could help retrieve it."   
      
   "I told them I couldn't follow them because it was the middle of the   
   night and Mulder heard me talking to them," Emma said.   
      
   "I offered to go with her since I could see them, too." No one   
   questioned the fact that Mulder could see the faeries. "They led us to   
   you. We were both surprised to see you all there."   
      
   "Emma, move your hand for me, like this." Yves demonstrated a forward   
   and back waving motion, which required Emma to bend her wrist.   
      
   "It hurts," Emma complained.   
      
   Yves looked at Frohike. "Her wrist is swelling up. It isn't broken but   
   it could be sprained."   
      
   "Scully should take a look at that," Mulder suggested.   
      
   "Do you think she would mind?" Frohike asked.   
      
   "She's probably awake anyway and has discovered that we're gone. I   
   forgot to leave her a note." Mulder's face implied the dressing down   
   he'd get for that one.   
      
   "Can't we go back and get the painting," Emma pleaded.   
      
   Frohike shook his head. "Not tonight."   
      
   "But, Dad…" Tears threatened, he could hear it in her voice. She   
   hadn't cried when she got hurt but the thought of not going back   
   pushed her past the point of her endurance.   
      
   He pulled her all the way into a hug being careful not to get her   
   injured arm between their bodies. "It's all right, baby, calm down.   
   We've got a couple of days. We'll probably come back tomorrow."   
      
   "You will?"   
      
   "I'm hoping we can. We need to talk about it though. Don't worry.   
   We'll get your painting for you."   
      
   Emma smiled at that remark. "It's not my painting but I do want it go   
   back to where it belongs."   
      
   Frohike stood to help Emma up. "Dad, you need to apologize to Mulder,"   
   Emma told him privately.   
      
   "I know, honey, I will." He assured her. "Jimmy, will you take her   
   back to the van?"   
      
   He watched them walk off. "Mulder," Frohike called to his beleaguered   
   friend who was about to climb into his own car. Mulder turned to see   
   what he wanted. "Hey, buddy, I'm sorry about the rough treatment."   
      
   Mulder gave him a lopsided smile. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."   
   And he turned again to leave.   
      
   Frohike stopped him with a hand on his arm. "No, it's not okay. I was   
   angry enough that I could've really hurt you. I should have asked   
      
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