From: Buc252@adelphia.net
Robbed 1/2
By Mary Kleinsmith (Buc252@adelphia.net)
Category: Missing Scene, Sort of AU, and the
slightest hint of MSR
Rating: Should be okay for anybody over 10 (Happy
now, MPAA?)
Spoilers: Theef
Archive: Eph, Gossamer, MIJ, and ATF, naturally. Anybody
else is welcome, just let me know so I can visit.
Summary: What if it had been Mulder who'd been
blinded in that last scene instead of Scully?
Acknowledgments: Thank you to Laura and Obfusc8ter
for the wonderful and quick betas.
Author's Notes: Written for After_The_Fact's Theef
Challenge. Sorry it took so long to finish, but I
did my best. Alternating POV.
Feedback: It would be treasured and appreciated
Robbed
By Mary Kleinsmith (Buc252@adelphia.net)
He had them right where he wanted them, and now the
so-called medical man would pay, Peattie thought.
A more educated man might have quoted the passage
about revenge being a dish best served cold, but Oral
Peattie's education was centered more on folk cures
and spells than on literature and grammar. It suited
him, though, and at one time, it had suited his
daughter Lynnette as well. But that time was long
in the past.
Now, he'd nearly finished what he came to the city to
accomplish. The father-in-law and the wife were
dead. The daughter would be next, followed by her
father, the man who, in Peattie's eyes, was to blame
for it all. The two of them were hiding inside the
cabin he watched from nearby, along with the FBI
woman who he knew had been pursuing him. At least
she was alone – her meddlesome partner was nowhere to
be seen.
But he was prepared for them both, nonetheless. His
thin-boned hand clenched around the poppets in his
fist, two for the remaining Wieders and two for the
federal agents who were trying to keep him from
having his revenge. It had been easy enough. The
red-haired woman's car had held a photo of herself
and, buried deeper, one of her partner. Brown hair
on the passenger seat's headrest and red on the
driver's. It was all he needed.
The shrubbery provided an adequate hiding place,
letting the three inside get comfortable. Nobody
could see him in his hiding place, and wouldn't until
he wanted them to. Then, he'd make a noise . . .
draw the woman out . . . and he'd be free to sneak in
and finish what he'd started: The dissolution of the
Wieder family.
XxXxXxXxXxXxX
Peattie was on to her. Mulder's words rang in his
own ears, reminding him of Scully's desperate
position. She didn't believe the supernatural things
of which Peattie was capable, but he knew. He
believed. Two dead members of the Wieder family were
more than enough proof for him.
He pulled up behind Scully's car, his eyes alert for
any movement not coming from within, but all that
greeted him was the darkness of night. No stars or
moon even shone in the sky, leaving a blackness so
solid he could only see the lights where they beamed
from the cabin windows. He momentarily longed for
that light, that comfort. The feel of Scully's arms
about him lending safety as nothing else.
So dark was it that he almost missed the damage to
Scully's car. However, he stopped abruptly when he
drew abreast. There was no mistaking the shards of
glass, which were the only remains of her passenger
window. Was he too late?
Pulling a small flashlight from his pocket, he shone
it at the interior, where the glove compartment gaped
open. Scully would never have left it like that, he
thought, the fear strong in his throat. He was sure
now that Peattie had gotten here before him, but was
the house quiet because the Appalachian man had
already gotten to his next victims, or because he
hadn't gotten into the house yet at all?
There was only one way to find out.
Hoping to God that the way was without obstacles, he
began to race towards the cabin. With every step,
his concern grew, his hearing trying to overcome the
pounding of the blood in his ears. He couldn't see
anything either, but he squinted all the same.
He hadn't covered half the distance when a sharp pain
lanced through both his eyes, nearly sending him to
his knees. He rubbed them hard, the pain eased a
bit, and he blinked as it improved even more. In the
near-fall, he'd gotten turned around, and he searched
in the darkness for the windows that would lead him
back to the cabin. Spinning three hundred sixty
degrees, he could no longer see them.
Peattie must have figured out how to cut the power,
he thought, flicking the switch on his flashlight,
but its batteries had apparently gone dead, for no
light emanated from it. What else could go wrong?
At least the backup he'd actually called for should
be arriving shortly, he thought, wondering at the
time. Looking at his watch, he fingered the button
that would light up its face and give him the time.
He pushed it once, and then again. What the hell . .
.
Suddenly, it hit him what was going on. He was blind.
Blind! But he couldn't let it keep him from helping
Scully.
He heard a sound . . . a click like the opening of a
door . . . and he used it to zero in on the cabin.
Whether it was Scully coming out or somebody more
nefarious going in, it let him find the house.
The walk was frustrating, slower than it should have
been. Normally, he'd have taken it at a slow gallop,
but this time, he couldn't risk falling or turning an
ankle. He had to get there before something happened
to his partner or the surviving Wieders.
It seemed like forever before his foot came into
contact with something hard, the thunk of wood
indicating it was the cabin. He found the steps and
ran up them to the door. Drawing up short, he
listened again, but only silence came from the
interior. Laying his hand on the doorknob, he tested
to see if it was unlocked before barging through,
prepared to take on their killer.
XxXxXxXxXxXxX
Scully's attention, previously on the pair upstairs
and the threat against them, was drawn to a sudden
ruckus at the door.
"Mulder!" she said in astonishment as he burst
through. She didn't have the chance to say any more
as a sudden impact to the side of her head knocked
her to the floor, the room spinning around her.
Through the fog, she saw Peattie closing in on
Mulder, who stood as still as a statue. Why wasn't
he moving to capture the man?
"You havin' problems d'ere, Agent Muld'r?" Peattie
was saying venemously. "You 'tink you gonna save
dese peeple from gettin' what dey deserve?"
"Yes, I'll stop you," Mulder ground out, but he
didn't move.
"I don't tink you be able to stop me if you canna
even find me," Peattie said, moving around Mulder
just as Scully's vision came back into focus.
"I can find you just fine!" Mulder exclaimed, taking
a swing towards their killer but missing by a mile.
His swing threw him off balance, and Peattie easily
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* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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