Title: Blood On The Snow
Author: Waddles52 and Truthwebothknow1
Mulder and Scully must spend Christmas at the office when all vacations are cancelled.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter
and 1013 productions.
for the MR December Fic Challenge.Please ask afterward.
Scully watched, exhausted, as they took her partner
Swirling dust made a whirlpool in the half-
light as he was lifted free. Later, she would recall the rescue, the
climb over debris and the pain she felt herself, both physically and emotionally. The
feel of a hand at her back
and an arm around her
shoulders guided her along the ground into the frigid
December night, feet crunching on snow
now instead of glass and splintered wood. Not Mulder's hand, her
brain screamed. Ahead of her she saw his
limply from under the blanket they'd placed over him,
watching as if outside her own body as blood dripped
from the bandages, dotting the snow, leaving a trail
to the waiting ambulance.
Hoover Building 9AM, several days earlier.
The meeting was dismissed and the F.B.I. agents made their way
out of the conference room noiselessly. AD Skinner felt like he was probably the most hated person in the building at
that particular moment. He was Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas all rolled into one miserable excuse
for a human being.
Although he was only following orders, he had just announced to
the agents under his supervision that all Christmas leave was cancelled, including Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
In the hallway the saddened agents were still in
Not a word was said as they made their way
back to their offices. Although
Special Agent Fox Mulder really couldn't care less whether he had to work during the holidays, he was extremely upset for
his partner. Christmas was a big deal to Special Agent Dana Scully and her family, and she had already made plans to
spend it with her mother, brothers and all of the sister-in-laws and nieces and nephews. Now, it looked like she'd be
lucky to find the time to call them on Christmas Day.
Mulder wisely refrained from saying anything to her.
this situation it would be best to let her speak
first. They rode the elevator to their basement
office in silence.
Mulder unlocked the door and
Scully plopped into her chair and sighed loudly.
"I guess I should cancel my flight," she stated,
her organizer to look up the number.
"Maybe I can still get a partial refund."
"I'm sorry, Scully. I know how much you look forward to Christmas
with your family."
"Thanks, Mulder. It's too bad that terrorists have
respect for our holidays." She found the number
of the airline and punched in the numbers angrily.
Mulder took his seat behind his desk and tried to
while she cancelled her plans. He
wondered what he could do to take some of the sting
out of the situation;
however, he was nervous about
broaching the subject. "Here goes," he thought.
"The worst she can do is
say no." He took a deep
breath and let it out.
"Scully, I know this is a pretty poor substitute, but
to take you out for a nice meal on Christmas
"Oh, Mulder. I think it's a wonderful idea. What
you have in mind?"
"Well, I happen to know that several of the nicer
an all-day Christmas buffet with turkey,
ham and all the trimmings. If you like, I can make
that evening after we get off from
"Yes, please do. I'd love to spend Christmas evening
you," she managed to smile.
"Great! I'll take care of that now."
Mulder couldn't believe his incredible luck as he
for the number of the fanciest hotel in the
city. He usually sat in front of the TV with a
Hungry Man turkey
dinner and a beer, but this year
would be special. He would be spending it with his
best friend who also happened
to be the love of his
life. Maybe he would even get up the nerve to tell
her how he really felt.
The next few days seemed to drag by. The mood in the Hoover
Building was definitely not filled with
Christmas cheer. Even though the agents brought in
treats, and drank
hot chocolate and eggnog, the
overall feeling was one of gloom. Even the promise
of snow on Christmas Eve didn't
cause the normal
Although Mulder griped and complained around the
he was actually walking on air. He had
found the perfect present for Scully a few months
back. It was
a book of poetry about the sea and he
planned to give it to her at dinner on Christmas Day.
At the same time he found the book of poetry in a
shop, he also spotted a small painting
of a seascape. He couldn't decide whether to give it
to her for Christmas
or hold it until her birthday.
Well, he had two days left to decide.
At last, Christmas Day arrived and the agents were
Despite being on alert and chasing
down hundreds of tips and false leads, not one
terrorist plan had been stopped,
or even found for
that matter. Christmas was ruined for nothing.
Skinner had arranged for his division to be fed that
Even though it wasn't the traditional Christmas
meal, there were trays heaped with cold cuts and
types of salads were provided along
with Christmas cookies and pumpkin and pecan pie.
The same agents who had
griped and complained about their supervisor all week didn't seem to have a
problem chowing down on the meal he provided.
As a special treat, he had even managed to round up
large containers of eggnog ice cream, hand
made at an upscale dairy bar in the suburbs.
Although they were tempted, Mulder and Scully just
on a few of the goodies. They were both
looking forward to the sumptuous buffet with all the
Their reservations were for 7PM and they intended to leave plenty of room for the more
traditional Christmas fare.
Shortly after 4PM, Mulder had just finished another
solitaire on his computer. Scully had been
cleaning out some of the file cabinets and shredding
some of the
papers they no longer needed. When the machine stopped, Mulder heard footsteps on the
stairs. That was rather
unusual, as they were rarely
used. He listened carefully and heard the sound of
someone running up the stairs.
definitely out there.
"Scully, stay here. I'm going to check that out."
got up from his desk and unsnapped his holster to provide easy access to his gun.
"Mulder," Scully chuckled. "It's probably some of
guys from the bullpen horsing around. They're
just as bored as we are."
"Maybe, but I'm going to check it out anyway."
"Suit yourself." She shrugged and reached for
stack of papers to run through the shredder.
The machine whirred to life once again. It was so
that she didn't hear the sound of Mulder's
hurried footsteps as he burst through the door. He
pushed her under
the desk and she thought she heard him shout, "Bomb!" before the building came crashing down on top of them.
The explosion was deafening and Scully was amazed
was still alive by the time all of the debris stopped falling. She expected to find her partner squeezed in beside her
under the desk, but she soon realized that he hadn't made it to the safety it had afforded her.
She experienced a moment of panic as her brain
Mulder! She had to find him.
Dazed and shocked, she began to scan what was left of their office.
As the dust began to clear she found him lying a foot
from her, almost completely buried by debris.
Only his left leg was visible. The smell of blood
the dust still swirling through the dim
light. Since she wasn't hurt badly herself, that
only meant one thing.
Scully crawled out from under the desk wincing as the cuts and
bruises on her hands and knees began to make their presence known. Truth be told, she hurt all over, but there wasn't
time to dwell on her minor injuries. She needed to get to her partner and begin removing the debris that covered him.
Choking back dust and tears she started pulling off rubble, one piece at a time.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes,
she had cleared enough of the wreckage that was once their office away from his head and upper body that she was able to shakily
reach out her hand to his neck to feel for a pulse.
The female agent almost collapsed with relief when she felt it,
a little fast but strong. There were small cuts and
bruises all over his face and the back of his head. He was lying face down so it was difficult to see all of his injuries
She continued to remove the debris piece by piece
had all of the debris off of him. Mulder was lying with
his right arm tucked underneath him, his white dress shirt red in places where the debris had dug into him and broken the
skin on his back. Blood running down his face mixed in with the dust and debris from the ceiling. Scully continued
to evaluate the injuries she could see, taking note of his right ankle, which appeared to be dislocated.
Her eyes traveled up his body once again and she was horrified
to discover a growing pool of blood coming from what appeared to be his right arm. She was preparing to roll him over
when he coughed, then moaned loudly.
"Mulder, don't try to move. You've been badly injured."
"Mmm, yeah. You okay?" He coughed again, attempting
to remove more of the dust from his lungs. "Damn, that hurts."
"Can you tell me where you hurt?"
"My head, my entire right side. Something big hit
"I pulled your office chair and your computer monitor
"That would explain it. You didn't answer me. You
he demanded, breathing heavily.
"Just some bumps and bruises. Thank you for shoving me under
"Wish I'd had time to join you."
"I need to roll you over. You're bleeding and I need
see where it's coming from."
"My right arm really hurts. Must've broke it when I
"We'll see when I get you turned over. Let me do all
the work. Don't try to help. Do you understand?"
"On three, okay? One, two, three." She log rolled
onto his back, trying to keep his head and neck
steady, aware that she was still shaking herself, all
the time knowing
he must be in terrible pain if his
cries of agony were anything to go by.
Blood was pouring from a large gash on the right side of his forehead.
Scully's eyes moved down and took
in his blood soaked shirt. Right below the rolled up
sleeve on his right arm
was a sight that made her
gasp. Mulder's arm was severely broken, one of the
bones protruding from his skin
in a compound
"Oh, shit," he moaned when he saw it, his face
turning a sickly
shade of pale.
"Hang in there, partner. I'm going to look around
something to use as a splint and get you patched
up. Just lie very still."
Scully turned 360 degrees in her search for material
for making a splint. She finally spied a
couple of old magazines under a pile of near-by
debris. She quickly
pulled them out and folded them
in half so that the back page advertisement was
showing. Mulder might get a
little upset at the
sacrifice of two of his 'Celebrity Skin' monthlies
and she certainly didn't want to stare at a
clad beauty until they were rescued.
She took off her jacket and began unbuttoning her
Mulder watched her wide-eyed, puzzled as to why she was removing her clothing. With her blouse off, she put her jacket
back on, buttoning it
quickly. She removed a clean handkerchief from her
right pocket and pressed it against
the gash on his
The doctor, turned F.B.I. agent, began tearing her
strips. "Mulder, I'm going to make an
effort to pull that bone back into place, then splint
it. I don't
think I have to tell you that it will hurt like the devil."
"Go ahead," he nodded then closed his eyes, taking a
breath. He knew it was going to hurt like a
son-of-a-bitch and he just hoped that he wouldn't
by screaming too loudly.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled on his arm and
the bone back into place. Mulder cried
out in anguish, then thankfully lost consciousness.
worked quickly to get the arm splinted
before he came to.
With that task accomplished, she pulled up his shirt
his chest and abdomen, noting the livid
bruise across his entire right side. At least one
rib was fractured,
maybe more. While he was still out, she turned her attention
to his right ankle. It slipped back into place easily due to his relaxed state. Using one of the remaining strips
of cloth from her blouse, the doctor tied it around her partner's head to hold the handkerchief in place.
When she finished, she allowed herself a moment to
look around their totaled office. Outside,
sirens were screaming. She prayed that their rescue
a swift one. Water poured down the side of the wall, mingling with the dust, and she found
herself wondering how
safe the rest of the building
Would the rescue workers be able to reach them?
Mulder coughed again and groaned loudly from the pain it caused.
He opened his eyes, immediately searching for Scully. She took hold of his hand and stroked the part of his head that
seemed to be uninjured.
"I'm here, Mulder. You've been unconscious for a few minutes.
I splinted your arm and put your ankle back into place. You have at least one broken rib so
don't try to move.
Just stay still and calm. You're
going to be okay. I can hear the rescue workers
trying to make their
Her fingers stroked through his hair, stiff and almost white from
the dust. He nodded that he understood, the pain keeping
him from speaking for the time being. He heard the sirens outside and hoped that they would soon be getting out. Clearing his throat, he finally managed to make his voice work.
"What time is it?"
"A few minutes after five."
"If they hurry we may still make dinner."
Scully looked at her partner as if he'd just grown
head. "Mulder, the only place you're going
is to the ER. That arm will require surgery and
as if it's nothing more than a paper
"Wanted tonight to be special." Tears of pain and
began to form in the corner of his
eyes. Scully felt like crying herself at the sight
of him. Another
trip to the ER at the worst time of
the year, with Mulder in agony, life sucked
"I know you did, partner." She gently wiped his
away. "How about this? I'll fix us a great
Christmas dinner with all of the trimmings as soon as
recovered enough to enjoy it. We can have our own private Christmas celebration."
"Sounds nice. Thank you." He listened to the sirens
and the sounds coming from outside the building.
"Rescue team should be here soon."
"Mulder, it might take them a while to get to us."
"Don't think it was much of a bomb. The stairs and
hallway probably took most of the blast."
"It did quite a number on this office too. The
is blocked. Did you see who was on the
stairs?" Scully checked the splint on his arm,
concerned that the
wound was still bleeding heavily.
"Looked like Joe Melton."
"From accounting?" she asked, her surprise quite
"Yeah, don't think he made it though. He ran back to
the timer, then tripped on the stairs. I
didn't stick around to offer my help."
"Why would he want to bomb the Hoover Building?"
"He was upset about working. No idea other than
Mulder coughed again, grimacing with the
pain. His grip tightened on Scully's hand.
They were both startled by the sound of breaking
"Agent Mulder! Agent Scully! Can you hear me?"
Skinner's concerned voice boomed through the
small window in their office.
"Yes, we're here!" Scully shouted. "Please hurry!
Mulder is badly injured and needs medical
"Agent Scully, listen to me. The stairway is blocked
we can't use the elevator until it's been checked
out. We'll have to get you out through this window.
might take a while to get the debris out of the
way. Can Agent Mulder walk?"
"No, he can't. He's losing a lot of blood from a bad
fracture. Please hurry!"
Both agents waited in silence for a few minutes,
when the rescue effort would begin.
Skinner's voice broke the quiet. "The rescue team is
to send in a paramedic. Hang on, okay? He'll
have to climb over a lot of debris to get to you."
Scully sighed and turned her attention back to her
"Mulder, how're you doing?"
"I'm okay." Scully raised an eyebrow.
"The truth, Mulder."
"I'm freezing my ass off since they broke the window. I've
got the mother of all headaches. My arm hurts like a son-of-a-bitch and I can't take a deep breath without expecting
a rib to puncture a lung. Other than that, I'm fine."
Scully chuckled at his list of complaints. "I'm glad
not in bad shape then."
"Agent Scully!" a new voice called.
"I just needed to get a fix on your location. I'm on
way with blankets and medical supplies," the
For the next few minutes he moved objects aside and scrambled over
others. Mulder held onto Scully's hand tightly, the pain from his injuries reaching an
excruciating level. Suddenly, two blankets landed beside Scully along with a backpack. She looked
up and a uniformed man climbed down from a pile of debris.
"Agent Scully? I'm John Winston. Agent Mulder?
How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," he grunted through the pain.
"Well, since I'm here anyway, why don't you let me
take a look
"Whatever. Just get us out of here. We've got
to go and we're running out of time."
The paramedic looked to Scully for some
"Mulder, settle down. We're not going anywhere until you
get checked out, so why don't you let Mr. Winston do that?"
All at once Mulder's defense against the pain
"Okay, my arm does hurt a little."
"I'll bet it does. Let's take this from head to toe.
Agent Scully, AD Skinner informed me of your medical
background. Why don't you fill me in?"
Scully gave him the rundown on Mulder's injuries as
took his pulse and blood pressure.
"Well, Agent Mulder, it looks like your partner did a
job of first-aid with little to work with."
He opened his backpack and began pulling out
bandages, IV solution,
splints and other medical
supplies that might be of use.
"Did you bring any pain medications?" Scully was
concerned with the amount of pain her partner
was dealing with. When he admitted his arm hurt it
he had just about reached his limit.
"Yes, I did and the hospital gave special permission
to okay their use. That's slightly illegal,
but due to the fact that it might take a while to get
you two out
of here, we're going to take a chance.
Now, he has a head wound. Has he shown any signs of concussion or skull
"No. Although he was initially stunned, he never
lost consciousness and he's been oriented and
"All right, then. It's your call. I have morphine,
Demerol or Toradol."
"Start an IV, wide-open and we'll go with morphine."
"No drugs, Scully." Mulder had begun to shiver in
from shock and the cold seeping in through
the broken window. Snow was blowing in onto the
rescue workers who
were trying to clear a path.
"Mulder, I know you're hurting and I won't allow you
"Agent Mulder, I'm going to clean your wounds and put on new bandages.
There's no way around it. It's going to hurt like hell."
Mulder thought it over for a few seconds. As much as he hated
drugs, he realized that this would be one
time to make an exception. "Okay, just don't knock
"You'll be pretty woozy, but you should be able to
us. Hang on, now. I'm going to start that
A loud crash sounded across the room. "Scully, the
are they okay?" Mulder's panicked voice ate
right to the core of her.
Scully stood up on her tiptoes to get a look at that
their office. One of the cabinets is on its
side, but the others are upright. I think everything's intact."
"Can't handle losing them again," he shivered, his
His partner grabbed one of the blankets and spread it over him.
"Hang in there, Mulder. He's got the IV
running and he's preparing the morphine."
"Scully, you need to check the files. Have to be
everything's okay. Can't let them get wet.
Make sure they don't get thrown away. Move them to a safe
area." His voice disintegrated into a cough.
"Mulder, take it easy. Those files are important to
too. I'll make sure they're stored in a safe
place. Just rest and let us help you."
They were startled by the sound of another loud crash followed
by the tinkle of breaking glass.
Mulder jumped and tried to sit up. "Gotta save the
Ahh . . .shit!"
He cried out in pain as Scully
helped him ease back down, doing her best to reassure him.
"Mulder, those sounds you hear are the rescue team. They're
trying to clear a path through the debris to
get us out. The files are safe."
Scully lovingly caressed her partner's face and
to a time several years back. He'd
been devastated when a fire destroyed their office.
Working an untold
number of hours, he was eventually able to restore some of the files which were now stored in fireproof cabinets. She
would do anything in her power to insure that his life's work remained safe. She was afraid that Mulder couldn't survive
that much emotional trauma again.
"Morphine's on board," Winston announced.
"Relax Mulder, everything's under control. I want
to think of that Christmas dinner I'm going to
prepare. I have a present to give you and I think
"I've got something for you too, something very
"Oh, really? Do I get any hints?" Scully teased.
"No, no hints, but I may save one of your gifts for
Day instead." He grinned goofily as the
morphine began to take hold.
"That sounds intriguing."
"I meant for it to."
John Winston began arranging the items he would need. He
really didn't want to listen in on what was
obviously a very private conversation. "Agent
Mulder, is the morphine
"Not much. My arm still hurts like a mother."
"I'm sorry. Agent Scully, do you want me to give him
"Yes, I think that might be wise."
"Okay, here goes." He injected it into the IV port
carefully began removing the bandages from
Mulder's head. As he began to clean the wound,
Mulder roughly grabbed
for Scully's hand, worrying
her fingers as he held on tight.
"I know this is really uncomfortable, but if you can
on I should be finished pretty soon."
"I'm trying, but it really hurts." He was gasping
breath. Scully squeezed his fingers, the contact
with her the only thing holding him together.
"The morphine isn't helping?"
"Don't know. Just hurry," he groaned. Scully
her hand would break from the pressure he was applying. When
he was finished, he took Mulder's blood pressure again and was surprised at the reading.
"It's a little lower than before," he whispered to Scully.
"We need to do something to slow down that bleeding from his arm."
"I agree. It's going to be very painful for him though.
Why don't you start another IV, wide open?"
The paramedic started the additional IV in Mulder's
barely getting a response as the needle
went in. Winston looked at Mulder who appeared to be sleeping.
"Agent Mulder, can you hear me?"
"Mmm," was the only answer he received.
"Looks like that's the best we're going to get as far
"He has a very high tolerance for pain meds." Scully
"He's not out of it as much as you think."
"Then let's take advantage of what we have. I'm
to remove your excellent splint and clean the
wound. I'll bandage it with a pressure dressing and
put on another
splint. I don't think that morphine
will hold him so you need to keep him as calm as
"Yes, we're old hands at this. Ready when you are."
Scully took a deep breath to steady herself.
Mulder's pain was her pain. Even though she wouldn't feel
it physically, his suffering would shake her to her very core. The realization that she and Mulder were one hit her
full force. Her eyes blurred for a second at that revelation.
There had been something between them from the very moment they
met, and it had grown stronger as the years passed. Today, in the rubble of their life's
work, she realized that
she was in love with Mulder.
"What a time for an epiphany," she thought sadly.
into each other's eyes over Christmas dinner
would have been so much nicer, but as she had found on their very first case
together, they couldn't count on anything or anyone but each other.
Mulder stirred uncomfortably as the paramedic began to untie the
strips of Scully's blouse. By the time
the wound was exposed the agent was writhing in pain. Scully held his
hand and softly stroked his jaw with the other hand over and over, speaking soothing words of comfort. By the time the wound had been cleaned, bandaged and splinted again, Mulder was practically
out of his mind with excruciating pain.
"Let's take a break before we start to work on his
"Good idea. I think we all need to rest for a few
Winston agreed. Despite the cold, snowy
air blowing in through the broken window, all three
of them were perspiring
"You finished?" Mulder gasped.
"Almost," the man answered. He wiped his brow on his sleeve
and began to arrange the medical supplies in the order they would be needed. "How're you holding up?"
Mulder rolled his eyes in response.
"Agent Mulder, you're doing just fine. Splinting
ankle should be a piece of cake. Your partner
already did all the hard work."
"She's good." He turned his tortured eyes to Scully.
Through the pain, his love and admiration shone
through. "Couldn't make it without her."
"Then we have something in common." Scully's eyes
the same love and admiration. "Because I
couldn't make it without you either." His fingers
grip. Though neither agent spoke the word 'love', each
knew what the other was thinking. Tears welled up in both their eyes. Mulder's left hand squeezed Scully's, hand
gently. She returned the gesture. Each understood it was the equivalent of a first kiss.
Mulder's breathing and heart rate slowed considerably as Scully
continued to comfort him. The rescue team seemed to be making progress, inching ever closer. Feeling much more secure, knowing that Scully returned his love, and the fact that
the rescue crew was getting closer, he allowed himself to relax. He was dozing within seconds.
The paramedic hadn't missed any of their unspoken
"Agent Scully, I'm glad you're here
for him. You really helped him handle the pain."
"Mulder has a high pain threshold. I think he would
done just as well if I wasn't here."
"Having you with him didn't hurt though. Damn it!"
He checked the bandage on Mulder's arm and found that the blood had already soaked through despite the pressure wrap.
"The bone must have nicked a blood vessel."
Scully nodded in agreement, worry creasing her brow. He stood up and peered over a mound of debris.
"How much longer until we can get him out of here?
"Don't know, Win. We're having to hand a lot of this
out through the window to make a path"
"Be safe, but hurry it up. This guy needs to get to
hospital like yesterday."
"Okay, I think there's enough room now to bring
down to help. We'll get there as fast
as we can. Hey, Win, the captain wants to know if
you need any more
"Nah, I think we're okay for the time being but we'll
a backboard and neck brace when we're ready to move him."
"All right. I'll pass that along."
Win turned back to the two F.B.I. agents. "I'm ready
splint that ankle now. Just keep on with what
you've been doing, Agent Scully. You seem to be good medicine
Mulder's ankle was splinted in record time with only
moans and groans. Scully decided to take his
pulse just to satisfy her curiosity and became quite
when she found it weaker.
"Can't you get them to hurry it up?"
"They've put another man on the detail, but remember, they have
to look out for their own safety and ours," the paramedic explained patiently. "Now, how about helping me clean up all
of those little scrapes and cuts?"
"Yes, of course."
After cutting his shirt off, they cleaned and
visible break in Mulder's skin,
periodically stopping to take his pulse and blood
pressure. Neither was improving.
spread the blanket back over him and covered him with it.
"Right here partner."
"Cold," he shivered.
"It's snowing like crazy and very cold outside,"
"You always wanted a window that you could open."
teeth chattered as he spoke.
"Well, they say to be careful what you wish for. I
I learned my lesson. Would you like another
"No, you need it."
"I'm really not that cold." Scully spread the other
over him. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks. What time is it?"
"Guess we missed our dinner. Ahhh, my arm hurts."
"I know it must really be painful, and there will be
dinners you know." Scully pasted a smile on
her face, determined not to let him see her worry.
taking too damned long to get them out and his condition was dangerous to say the least.
There was some movement behind the paramedic and a new face appeared.
"Hey, Win. You ready to get out of here?
Scully turned to her partner, ready to share the good
with him. "Mulder, did you hear? We're getting out of here!" His
eyes were closed and he gave no indication of hearing her. "Mulder?"
Her hand went to his throat and found his pulse
"Win! I need some help here!"
"One one thousand, two one thousand," chanted Scully, tears running
down her cheeks as she pushed hard on Mulder's lifeless chest.
The second she'd turned her head to call for help
his heartbeat and immediately started CPR, fighting her growing panic while Win breathed his own strong breath into Mulder.
One giant fit of coughing later confirmed that miraculously, they
had him back. Scully sent up a silent prayer for her Christmas miracle. Tears
rolled down her dirt-smudged
face as she worked on
autopilot beside Win while they stabilized him.
"It's okay, Mulder. It's okay now," she whispered,
on tight to his wrist, feeling the thrill of life affirming pulse beneath her fingers. She became
aware of the paramedic
putting a comforting hand on her arm and she blew out the breath she hadn't
realized she'd been holding.
"You did great, Agent Scully. Now, let's get him out
Getting them all out, Mulder especially, was
best. It took five other paramedics
and rescue workers to get him through safely. They
had strapped him
up as best they could and then
hastily transferred him to a backboard once they were clear of the debris field.
It was freezing outside and Scully shivered from the cold and shock.
Mulder remained unconscious for the most part except
for a lucid moment when an artic blast peeled back the blanket from his body a little. His eyes opened and immediately
sought out Scully who was by his side, tucking the blanket back over him. He gave her a tight smile, his eyes full of
"My one in five billion." He trembled as they lifted
up and headed hastily toward the waiting
ambulance. They moved away from the Hoover Building as if in slow motion,
or at least it felt that way to Scully. The doctor in her began to shout that she
must be in shock herself.
If asked about that later,
all she would remember was the blood, Mulder's blood, red on white and glistening in the glare
police and ambulance lights.
The next minutes were spent in a blur. The trip
driving snow to the hospital, the cold feel
of Mulder's limp hand as she held onto it like it was
the only thing grounding
her to the planet, the soft
instructions of the paramedic crew as they fought yet another Mulder crisis made time seem
as if it was
standing still. Scully's mind chanted, "Hurry up,
hurry up, hurry up," until the ambulance pulled
Countless cups of bad hospital coffee and the comforting presence
of Walter Skinner got her through the next hours. He never left her side during the six plus hours of emergency vascular
and orthopedic surgery that Mulder underwent, getting reports in person from several agents.
Joe Melton, from accounting, had constructed a bomb in his apartment
from instructions garnered from the
Internet. Disjointed ramblings in his personal journal recounted harassment
from some agents who were determined to bully and run roughshod over the
normally mild-mannered man.
He thought he could bring the whole building down by planting
a bomb at the bottom of the basement steps. The terrorist alert would hopefully cover his tracks. The bomb was too small to achieve that lofty goal.
He only succeeded in killing himself and injuring
happened to be one of the few men who had treated him with respect.
Exhaustion finally claimed Scully. She was sound
and covered by a blanket around her shoulders when the doctor came to tell her that Mulder was out of danger and in recovery.
She wept in Skinner's arms, not caring who saw her tears, finally giving way to the untold stress she had held inside while
her boss whispered quiet reassurances to her. He had cheated death yet again. She could scarcely believe it.
Mulder's investigative mind got the distinct
Scully was being secretive as she
pushed his wheelchair up to her apartment door. He
hadn't wanted to travel
home in a wheelchair, but he
acquiesced once she gave him a look that brooked no
challenge. With a struggle,
she had managed to get
the contraption in the elevator.
Scully was making a big deal of looking for her keys.
was just about to reach into his pocket and
hand over his own when the door was opened by an
overjoyed Frohike, wearing
an apron, no less.
"Hey, Mulder man, good to see ya, and the lovely
Mulder grinned as his height
challenged friend came outside to assist wheeling him in to what Mulder could only describe
as the most
romantic setting he had ever laid eyes on.
When he looked up at Scully, she was only able to nod, her eyes
full of tears at what Frohike and company had managed to achieve in only a few hours. It was utterly beautiful.
The tree, the table exquisitely set for two and the candles looked perfect. Their friends were miracle workers and certainly
lived up to their promise.
"Scully, it's fantastic! You did this for us, Fro?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch,
know? You have a wonderful lady there. She told me about your interrupted plans for a romantic soiree, so the
guys and I decided to bring the mountain to Mohammad. Didn't think you'd want to go cruising with all that bruising,
man. How ya doin'?"
"Im . . .I'm good. Thanks. My bruises kind of blend in with
the tree decorations, and as much as I loved the
holiday food in the hospital, I'm . . .what are those
coming from the kitchen . . .geez, you
cooked to?" Scully chuckled behind him, wiping her
"Yup, the food is all ready and just needs to be put
table, and I even took the liberty of fetching
the Christmas stocking with Scully's gifts like you
Mulder looked sheepish as he turned to Scully's
"You're not the only one who can make clandestine
Scully. Merry Christmas, a little late.
I love you." Scully squealed with delight as Frohike
Mulder the gifts to give her. Then he blushed
as she flung herself into Mulder's embrace.
"Uh, this night belongs to the two of you. I may be
jackass but I can cook. Enjoy and have a wonderful, romantic evening. You lucky dog," he
whispered as an afterthought
in Mulder's ear as the
little man made his exit, yelling ho, ho, ho loudly
as he made his way down the hall.
"Night Fro and thanks." They both laughed, hugging
"Scully, I love you so much." Mulder took her hands
her to him.
"You know I love you too, more than you could ever imagine.
Together we will rebuild the X-Files. We are together in every sense of the word now." She hugged him again as
he blinked back tears.
Somehow the wrecked office seemed less important tonight.
He had all he wanted right here.
"I know, but for tonight we have this and there are a
I've been longing to tell you. My heart
can't hold them in anymore."
"That's wonderful, Mulder, because I want to hear
I want our truth."
"The truth is in here." His hand closed over hers
brought it to rest over his heart. Together they celebrated
their Christmas miracle over a wonderful, magical meal, watching the growing love they had
for each other reflect in each
other's eyes, listening to the snow fall softly against the window.