Title: Nightmarish

Author: emmy

Email Address:tadletales@hotmail.com

Rating: PG (Some Language)

Category: S, A. Things look bad but they may not be
what they seem. Character death, hmmm?

Spoilers: Yeah, Pusher, toward the end of the ep. But
with a twist.

Disclaimer: Nope, characters not mine, never have
been and not making squat off them. Just out for a
day of fun, don't worry will return unharmed.

Archive: Please, it would be my pleasure. Let me know
where so I can gloat!

Summary: Playing by the rules isn't always fun and
can be very dangerous when it come to these agents.

Feedback: Oh would you, I'd love to hear from all of
you!

Beta Thanks: There are never enough kind words to
express how I appreciate mimic117. Those of you who
know her understand what I mean. She is too kind and
hard working for just a thank you. Someday girl, I'm
going to buy you dinner, oh and you can bring Mr.
mims along for company! Hugs and kisses to you for
all your hard work! You are the best damn beta I
know!

Author's notes at the end.

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Nightmarish
by emmy


"Come on baby, give me the gun. Shit, please don't do
this." Mulder's heart sank as he watched her hold the
gun in her mouth.

Mulder was forced into a game of Russian Roulet but
his torment didn't stop there. The almost blank stare
in Scully's eyes had a choke hold on him and he
strained to breathe. The tear running down her face
caused his chest to tighten. The thought of losing
her sent a rush of adrenaline through him. The panic
in Mulder's eyes almost spoke words. He needed to
save her.

"Your turn, Scully. Got to play by the rules." 
Modell passed the guard's gun in front of her and she
obliged him by placing the gun in her mouth. Mulder
jerked forward to stop him but just as he moved,
Modell pushed Scully to tighten her finger on the
trigger. He held her captive by his power of
persuasion, raped her of her free will. Rendering her
helpless, to herself and to Mulder.

"You damn son of a bitch, leave her alone."

"Come on Mulder, you'll get your turn soon enough."
His brazen smile cut through Mulder's steely exterior
and pierced his stability.

Mulder's voice shook nervously as he talked to
Scully, to persuade her to put the gun down. He tried
to reach her logical, sensible side. "Scully listen
to me, if Modell could actually control people's
minds, right now, he'd be an F.B.I. agent, right?
Neurological disease can't be attributed to
psychokinesis. There are no scientific evidence
proving he can will a person into killing themselves.
Scully, please. You are better than this, don't give
in to this sick prick."

Beads of sweat trickled like drops of rain down
Mulder's face. How had it come this far?  "Modell,
just stop, let her go and I'll play what ever game
you want."

"I like this game, G-Man. I like making you squirm."

"This shit is between you and me. Let her go. Scully
listen to me, you are stronger than this. Don't let
him win."

"Shut up Mulder or I'll have your pretty little
partner's brain splattered all over the wall."

"You're dying. We saw your medical records. Why take
innocent people with you? A better man would --"

Scully's hand twitched on the trigger as Mulder tried
to sway Modell into letting her go. Modell was only
concerned with tormenting the hell out of Mulder and
right now he had him by the balls.

The agents were just puppets on a string to him and
toying with their minds was just a game. A tough
guy act. A school yard bully trying to be king of the
mountain.

"You have refused treatment. Your medical file
explained you have a mass on the left cerebrum but it
has been treatable from the beginning. Why refuse
treatment?" Mulder tried to keep a running
conversation going. He wanted to break Modell's
psychic connection with Scully. He didn't know what
else to do. Modell had her pinned down and powerless.
Shit.

Mulder couldn't take his eyes off Scully. He loved
her so much. She was his life. She was the sole
proprietor of his heart. She owned him lock, stock
and barrel. Without her he would have no reason to
breathe -- to live. Each second the gun remained in
Scully's mouth caused Mulder to die a little more. He
seemed to blame himself whenever they were placed in
a dangerous situation. Shit, he wanted her safe, he
wanted to fucking kill Modell with his bare hands for
toying with Scully's life. He could feel his anxiety
level rise. He couldn't stop the panic in his heart.
He could feel his labored breathing.

Damn you Modell. Mulder wondered how it had gotten
this far. He wanted just one small window of
opportunity to kill this mother fucking bastard.
Modell was a coward and probably had been most of his
damn life. He was ravenous for power and through one
freak neurological fuck up, he was given a second
chance. The bastard reveled in his blatant disregard
for human life. Now, even at the expense of Scully,
he wanted to play God.

The blank stare in Scully's eyes gnawed at Mulder's
heart. He felt as though he was dying. He had to stop
this, but how? The fucking ankle gun? His head ache
trying to think rationally. Just as he released the
safety, the bullet shot through her mouth and
exited the back of her head, into the wall behind
her, splattering brain matter everywhere.  Scully's
head dropped forward.

"NO!"

The horrific scene played in slow motion in Mulder's
mind before he could react. He flipped the table over
and emptied the entire magazine into Modell's face.

The SWAT Lieutenant entered the hospital room to find
Mulder firing the empty gun at Modell. His hand
gripped so tightly on the gun one of the Swat members
had to pry it loose.

Mulder turned to face Scully in the chair and began
to sob hysterically. He screamed out her name as if
she could hear him. The SWAT Lieutenant motioned for
someone to cover her body.

"NO, this can't be. Scullee, you can't be gone. It's
my fault. Scullee, goddamnit don't…" Mulder sounded
as if he couldn't breath, gasping for air. Sweat
mixed with tears rolled down his face. "Scully, I
love you."

Scully shot up in bed, disoriented by Mulder's cries,
and her heart pounding so hard she could feel her
chest tighten.

"Mulder, Mulder, wake up! Sweetheart, you're having a
nightmare, it's all right." Scully pulled Mulder
close and tried to wake him but he didn't seem to
hear her.

"Scully, god no!"

His cries were suffocating. Her heart raced as she
tried to comfort him. She sat up and held him,
rocking him gently, hoping he would wake. Whatever
the nightmare was it had scared him to death. He
looked pale and his skin felt cold and clammy. She
needed to wake him somehow. His breathing was
becoming shallow.

"Mulder baby, I'm here, its Scully, you have to trust
me and wake up, okay." She tried to calm the panic in
her voice. He was scaring the hell out of her and she
needed to know he was okay. She began to kiss him, if
he could feel her, taste her, he might respond. She
kissed him on his face and tenderly on his lips. She
rubbed her hands across his chest so he could feel
her. She continued to talk, comforting him. "Mulder
it's me baby, come on, wake up, look at me.
Everything is okay. I'm here with you." She kissed
him more passionately and he returned it with the
same passion.

"Mulder are you all right?"

"Scully. Oh baby, god it was a dream. You… Modell's
mind powers…" He embraced her for the first time
realizing it was only a dream. He kissed her
thoroughly and held her close. She was so close he
could feel her heart beating.

"I love you Scully."

"I love you too baby."

Scully wiped the tears from his face as they held
each other. Mulder's trembling slowed as he absorbed
her body heat. "Don't ever leave me Scully, promise."
It was barely audible as he drifted off to sleep. He
almost didn't hear her reply, "I promise."

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The End.


Author's notes: I'm always amazed how mimic117 can
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stone and make them shine. She is the credit where
credit is due! Please feel free to tip your hats to
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