From: kobiashimarux@gmail.com   
      
   Title:  Home alone   
   Author:  (Truthwebothknow1)   
   Rating:  PG13   
   Category:  MT MSR ANGST H   
   Written for the Virtual Season 13's Valentine's Day Special   
   Disclaimer:  no copyright infringement intended.   
   comments:  dragonrider1@ntlworld.com   
      
      
   Mulder and Scully Duplex   
   12th Feb 2006   
      
   It could have been a particularly pleasant dream but he was vaguely aware of   
   her   
   featherlike lips whispering in his ear, touching against his face as he   
   rolled over. A   
   whimpering noise escaped his throat and his chest heaved against the heavy   
   duvet.   
   Then a small hand slid around his waist bringing warmth and unutterable   
   peace as it   
   settled over his heart.   
      
   The next time he was aware of anything he got the notion he was alone and   
   the side   
   of the bed that was hers was empty, the sheets now cool. Lying on his side,   
   his   
   fingers slid over the cotton seeking the warmth his skin craved but she was   
   definitely   
   gone.   
      
   Opening his eyes was difficult, his eyelids heavy with an overall grogginess   
   he   
   couldn't shake. At last he pried open one eye and looked across, confirming   
   what he   
   already knew.   
      
   No Scully. What time was it? Where was she? No sounds of life coming from   
   the rest   
   of their shared home.   
      
   His heart gave a small stutter in his chest but still he had no real desire   
   to move.   
   Why was he even still in bed? He licked dry lips and wondered why his mouth   
   felt   
   like  cooch grass tufts had taken root in it. He rolled awkwardly onto his   
   back, feeling   
   heavy and lethargic, slowly coming to.   
      
   This wasn't just the last vestige of sleep. There was a deep ache he   
   couldn't identify   
   and his head was full of cottony confusion.   
      
   He shut his eyes tight when the sun suddenly came through the window in   
   unrelenting streaks that hurt his eyes, even behind his eyelids.   
      
   Sharp twinges of discomfort blew the last remnants of the dream away.   
      
   He'd been running, he heard laughter as his feet took off down the street.   
   The   
   laughter getting louder. Something chasing him, the laughter now thundering   
   inside   
   his head, menacing....pursuing him until...until... nothing. He was grabbing   
   at air,   
   falling, falling....   
      
   ....And he opened his eyes with a start and he was back in his bed.  He lay   
   on his   
   back, panting, spread-eagled across damp twisted sheets. His arm slack   
   against the   
   sheets on her side of the bed, his questing fingers now closing over   
   something cold   
   and papery. It tickled his palm.   
      
   He pulled its crushed texture open with his other hand and squinted at it.   
   It was a   
   short note in her familiar script. It made him smile despite his rude   
   awakening.   
      
   "I love you. Don't forget to take your meds. Got called in to do an Autopsy   
   on the   
   Briggs case. Back as soon as I can."   
      
   Scully xxx   
      
   P.S. REST!!!!   You are just out the hospital. That means do not go jogging,   
   do not   
   clamber over the furniture. Definitely don't ditch me for one of The LGM's   
   wild goose   
   chase stories, no matter how compelling, no matter how much it tickles your   
   weird   
   shitometer; in fact please don't leave your bed. Demerol and Mulder inertia   
   spells big   
   trouble. Naked and doped up on happy drops is how I want to find you when I   
   get   
   home. Or I will break your other leg.   
      
   Love Scully.   
      
   Ooh so not a dream then, a memory. He'd been hurt on a case. He cringed as   
   the   
   pain in his leg washed away any doubt that it was a nasty figment of his   
   imagination.   
   The whole sorry episode came flooding back and his right leg began to throb   
   sadistically with every moment of recollection.   
      
   Several days previously.   
      
   They were both on a stakeout at the corner of Johnson and Maine. So far it   
   looked   
   quiet and Mulder was gamely throwing seeds into his mouth, cracking the   
   shells and   
   lobbing them in the back seat, much to Scully's annoyance. But he was a man   
   on a   
   mission. Too deep in contemplation and thought to notice her rising ire,   
   using his   
   Oxford educated brilliant profiler mind to deduce the ultimate Valentine's   
   gift for the   
   love of his life, who was currently scowling at him. He flashed her what he   
   thought   
   was a winning smile. She rolled her eyes.   
      
   Only last week she'd complained that one of his stray seed husks had   
   laddered her   
   stockings and since they were car-pooling now to save time and money,   
   perhaps he   
   could see his way to cutting down on extraneous crap found at any given time   
   littering his car. The back seats alone had begun to resemble a mobile   
   Starbucks   
   with all the cartons strewn about.  A smirk crossed his lips as he   
   remembered his   
   suggestion that she dispense with her stockings once they got to the office.   
      
   It had earned him a swat around the head.   
      
   He was just flicking through a mental rolodex of expensive restaurants in   
   the   
   downtown DC area, hoping that a bribe of some Yankee's tickets he'd acquired   
   from   
   his friend in ballistics would get him reservations. He'd left this rather   
   late as usual,   
   when Skinner's tinny voiced blared through the walkie-talkie.   
      
   "It's going down. Coverage needed at the front and back of the Chinese   
   supermarket. Choi is on the move after all."   
      
   "On our way sir."   
      
   Without further ado they exited the car, Scully covering his back as they   
   took off in   
   pursuit of the infamous Triad member who had kidnapped a politician's   
   daughter   
   after a drug bust went wrong. She had been in the wrong place at the wrong   
   time at   
   a DC hotel when she'd been taken hostage. Time was running out in finding   
   her.   
   They hoped she would be here and an all out mission to rescue her was   
   launched.   
      
   Cops and a special Swat unit flanked out from the shop on all sides. It was   
   in a 3-   
   story building. The part over the store mostly derelict, a haven for drug   
   users and   
   thugs.  Scully donned a bulletproof vest, as did Mulder and they entered the   
   front of   
   the building with several Swat guys at the rear, guns in readiness for   
   trouble.  A   
   noise from a stairwell diverted Mulder and just out of the corner of his   
   eyes, a guy   
   shot out from his hidey-hole.   
      
   Taking off after him, he chased him around to another level of the building   
   but he   
   seemed to have vanished.  Mulder twisted and turned but the guy was nowhere   
   in   
   sight and for some reason he'd yet to fathom, he'd become separated from   
   Scully.   
   He waited a few moments until the guy suddenly broke cover and dived for the   
   stairs   
   to the roof. Mulder, gun drawn, headed after him. Below. Unbeknownst to   
   Mulder,   
   Skinner, Scully and the Swat team were running after another perp on the   
   ground   
   floor that had split their attention. They seemed to want Mulder on his own   
   but by   
   the time they had realised that, the agent was elsewhere.  In a small room   
   at the   
   back of the store they came across the trussed up terrified kid that Choi   
   had   
   grabbed.  They promptly arrested two other guys guarding her and only after   
   they   
   had marched them off to the waiting sting wagon, they realised that Mulder   
   was in   
   pursuit of the main man on his own. They could hear them pounding through   
   the   
   empty floors above.   
      
      
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