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Written for MR December fanfic challenge. Train plane and automobiles.
of my tears.
was pissed, totally. He was called to a case in a town he had never heard of
before, Scully wasn't able to come with him because she had to do some 'body
slicing', and on top of it all the case turned out to be a hoax. When he
wanted to go home, he found his car had broken down and of course there was no
way to get another rental here and he wondered if the people of this tiny
backwater town had ever heard of planes before, at least that’s the
impression he got from their vacant looks when he asked for an airport. But
there was a train station. Deep joy. So now here he was. Pissed, alone and in
a musty old train with several hundred other miserable looking passengers.
What a week.
the file he had wasn't doing him much good this time and of course he didn’t
think to bring a book along for those boring moments.
He thought it might be best to call Scully to tell her he would be home
at the end of the day, but actually he just missed her and wanted to hear her
voice. Taking out his phone he pressed the speed dial 1.
. He smiled, even just hearing
her voice put him in a better mood. "Hi, it's me, guess where I am?"
got quiet for a couple of seconds and Mulder thought he had lost the
connection. "Scully? You still there?"
I am, I'm listening Mulder. Sounds like you are on a train?"
Mulder sighed, how is it possible he got the best FBI agent as a partner and
of course best friend. "You really are good Scully, I'm proud."
Scully laughed. "Don't overdo it G-man, everybody could hear the
wheels going over the track." Mulder told Scully what happened and after
ten minutes they ended the call. Right before Mulder broke the connection he
whispered "Love ya", leaving Scully staring at her phone wondering
if she'd really heard what she
thought she'd heard. She walked
back to the body she was working on, a vague smile on her lips.
went by and Mulder decided he needed a drink. He thought he had seen a lounge
car when he first got on the train and he decided to go and see if he was able
to get a soda there. Stretching his legs wasn't a bad idea either.
walked through the train, trying to find that illusive lounge car with a
hopefully open buffet. He hadn't been on a train for ages and he took
his time just take a look here and there, watching the ever changing
countryside roll past. He saw someone returning to their seat holding a drink
and asked where he got it. The man pointed in the direction Mulder was going
saying; "You can't miss
it". He was just crossing a car with compartments when his trained ears
suddenly heard something. Quietly he took one step back, knowing the people in
the compartment couldn't see him anyway and listened.
and Joe, you two go to the front of the train and keep the engine-driver under
control. Be sure the train keeps going. While you two do that, the rest of us
will spread throughout the train.
couldn't believe his ears. Never one to ever usually take a train, but the
moment he has to, trouble starts. Maybe he should just ignore what he’d
heard and walk on. He sighed. No way he could do that. Duty was too strong in
him. He had to stop whatever they were planning, but how? And what exactly was
going on? He decided to warn the
driver first, but the moment he turned around the door flew open and he was
looking at a gun being stuck under his nose.
quiet and walk in front of me back to your seat."
Mulder complied with angry gruff voice, he had no choice knowing so
many people were on the train. He didn't have the time to think things over.
If only Scully was here, together they could do something constructive while
they watched each others backs. He should try to reach her, but with these
guys around it was impossible to call her. His gun was in his bag, the other
around his ankle, but the risk that they just would start to shoot indiscriminately
and hit an innocent bystander was too great.
he reached his seat he sat down. First he needed to find out what their plans
were before he could do anything. He sighed loudly. The man held the gun low
under his jacket so other people couldn't see it and Mulder asked: "So,
don’t suppose they are a shooting ‘Diagnosis Murder’ episode? What now,
you're gonna rob us?" By trying for lightness he hoped to get some
answers and he was a bit surprised when the man hissed; “Do I look like Dick
Van Dyke? no! Shut up!" Not much information, but at least Mulder knew it
wasn't a robbery.
the man, Mulder later discovered his name was Luke, produced his gun and gestured
with it clearly to the people in the train, amidst shrieks of alarm.
"Okay!! Everybody stay in your seat. Nobody talks or turns around. If you
do what we say, nothing will happen, no one gets hurt and this will be over
before you know it!" A wave of shocked gasps went through the train, but
knowing they hadn't much choice the terrified men and women complied immediately.
Then the gunmen took out a picture and started looking at it, turning around
scanning the people’s faces.
get it' Mulder thought. 'They're looking for someone'. Carefully he tried to
take a look at the photo, Luke was still standing near to him. He had to ease
out of his seat a little to get a better view, but suddenly Luke's hand
grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed him back. "I said STAY in your
SEAT!! Next time I'm not going to be this friendly." Finally let go of
Mulder's hair but not before he had enough time to take a peek. Mulder winced,
cradling his his head, but he seen the picture and knew who the intended
victim was that they were looking for.
walked away still searching faces, leaving terrified people behind. When he
was far enough Mulder lifted his leg and checked his ankle gun. Next to him a
man stared at him, huge frightened eyes following his movements. "Are you
a cop?" he whispered. "Ssshhht" Mulder said "FBI" but
if they know what I am they will surely kill me. "Maybe you can help
me" the man whispered again "I think, no, I know they're looking for
me, even though I didn't see the photo." Mulder looked up surprised.
"Don't think so, I saw it, it wasn't you." He concentrated on what
he was doing, ignoring the man who he thought had it totally wrong. Carefully
he took out his other gun from the bag and stashed it under his jacket. Also
he checked the phone in his pocket. "I have to warn Scully" Mulder
muttered more to himself than his neighbor.
the man insisted again, " I'm in protected custody. I had a facial
surgery and I grew a beard, I saw them killing some big shot and now they want
me out of the way. Their boss was arrested and I'm the only witness. I’m
supposed to testify soon. That's why they're looking for me, but I have no
idea how it's possible that they knew I would take this train. I never do
do I and right now I wish I didn't" Mulder mumbled.
just hope they don't recognize me" the man said with a shaking voice.
"Watch out, he's coming back!"
sat back in his seat again, hiding his gun under his jacket.
The gunman called Luke looked pointedly at him and stopped at his
side. "I don't like you, you better watch out."
shrugged. "You're not the
only one buddy. "
door to the connecting car opened and another man, obviously a henchman walked
in. "Luke, it's all under control, Andy and Joe are with the
engine-driver, people are snug and quiet in their seats and guarded by the
his head Mulder was counting, he wasn't sure how many men were on board, but
he knew three names already, then there's this guy and he talked about the
"others". He guessed there were at least seven or eight men, all
armed. He was seriously
outnumbered. Still he had the element of surprise and he was doubly armed.
Once more he wished for the reassuring presence of his partner. Without her it
was like operating with a body
only they'd take off elsewhere for a second.>
Mulder thought. He could feel his phone heavy in his pocket, his
fingers itching to use it but it would be far too dangerous to call now, they
surely would hear him.
could see his neighbor getting ever more nervous, he kept fumbling in his
jacket and sweat was forming on his forehead. Mulder had to do something
before he gave himself away. "What's your name" he whispered.
just call me Thomas", he answered.
just relax. It's gonna be
okay." Thomas just nodded, but didn't seem to be convinced and kept
suddenly Luke walked to the other side of the carriage saying to his companion
"I'm going to see if everything's ok at the front, I'll be back within
ten minutes, you stay here. If they move or try and tricks waste them."
Luckily for Mulder the men walked away from him and he thought that it might
be his only opportunity to call Scully. He slid his hand in his pocket and
just on touch he pressed speed dial one. He couldn't put the phone to his ear
and he had to listen very carefully to tell if Scully answered.
far away he could hear a voice saying "Scully". Knowing he couldn't
talk to her he just pressed a few buttons, hoping Scully would understand he
was in trouble. "Hello?" he heard again. Again he pressed some
buttons. Then he heard "Mulder? That you?" And again he pressed
them, almost like a Morse code. < Come on Scully.> he thought.
"Mulder are you in trouble?" <Yesssssss>
he felt a surge of relief knowing she understood.
Quickly he pressed the buttons a few more times to confirm her suspicions.
"I understand". And then she was gone. Mulder breathed deeply. Okay,
it was a step in the right direction , but he felt sad that he couldn’t have
spoken to her. But just this small voice during the unfolding crisis made her
seem that much nearer and calmed him considerably. She knew the train he was
on and would get help.
what> Mulder thought. Eight men against one, even an armed one, wasn't
really fair. And he didn't expect a lot from the other travelers on the train.
Luke came back in, said something to the waiting man and walked right by to
the other car. Mulder didn't know what was going on, but they obviously were
still searching. As long as Thomas kept quiet and stayed low it would be
alright he thought.
an hour went by and Mulder was thinking something had to happen, his trouble
spidy sense was kicking in uneasily and he realized they were getting closer
to Washington DC and the men probably wanted to get off before they got there.
He gazed at the outside scenery
as it passed by when suddenly he saw something. On the road next to the track
several cars were following the train. Matching its speed. < She did it>
he thought <way to go Scully>. His inner happy dance was suddenly cut
short when Luke stormed back in
and and from the other side Andy and one of the men he hadn't seen before came
bursting through the door. "Luke, the damn cops!!" "I saw
them" he yelled in fury, "we have to hurry". "Take the
photo and start searching all over again. Look all the men in the eyes and
compare them with the ones on the picture, he might be in disguise. Do what
you need to do to get him but make sure you do!"
could feel Thomas getting nervous and when
Luke got closer Thomas suddenly got up and tried to get away. He jumped
over Mulder's legs and started running. "There he goes!! Get him, get
him!!" Mulder groaned. He had a bad feeling about this.
and the others started to run after Thomas and Mulder had no other choice than
to grab his gun and follow them. They didn't even notice him. Mulder got his
phone and called Scully. "Mulder that you?"
where are you?"
in one of the cars alongside the train, keeping up with you partner, Skinner
is also with me. Which car are you in?"
in the third, heading for the fourth. They want to kill some guy who is
supposed to testify in a high profile trail next week. Looks like they mean to
make sure he doesn't keep that date , I have to try and save him Scully"
Mulder shouted in the phone.
do crazy things Mulder, we're trying to stop the train! Do you hear me? Don't
do any unnecessary heroics. You’ve only been back from sick leave 3 weeks.
Wait for us, You hear me?"
an order, Agent Mulder." He heard Skinner bark in the background.
at that moment Mulder heard shots and people shouting and screaming filled the
confines of the corridor.
NO!! THOMAS!!" Mulder yelled. "THOMAS!!"
think they shot him Scully. I have to........"
pelted through the train to where he heard the shots. Blind with fury, phone
in one hand with Scully shouting and the gun in the other he ran toward the
murderers. "You BASTARDS" he shouted.
But then Luke turned around and in one movement he lifted the gun and
was like a film in slow motion. Mulder saw the hand with the gun, the flash of
discharge but before he could react it went off and he felt the deep burning
pain eating up through his right shoulder. Surprised, he froze like a statue,
momentary robbed of breath, dropped his gun first and then the phone, falling
to his knees.
scream, no shout, just a soft moan and he couldn't do a thing anymore. Slowly
he sank further to the floor and lay still panting through excruciating pain,
thinking how pissed Scully was going to be. Shot... again. In almost the same
area as last time. Could he never catch a break?
saw the phone and grabbed it from the floor.
YOU THERE? MULDER!!"
sorry to inform you that..."- Luke pulled Mulder's ID out of the writhing
man’s pocket and looked at it- "....Agent
Mulder is not able to get on the phone right now. The hotshot fed, just ate a
did you do to him, is he okay? Let me talk to him!!"
I said, he's not able to get on the phone, but if you wanna have him? I can do
a mail drop. No problem." Then
he threw the phone on the ground and crushed it with his boot.
want him, they can have him."
gave a sign and two of the men roughly grabbed Mulder under his arms. Then
they dragged him to the exit and yanked open the door. A rush of cold air from
the train’s velocity buffeted the injured agent, causing his to gasp at the
fresh pain. He had been hurled out of a few places in his time but never from
a train going over 200 kph. This was going to hurt.
saw the door of the train open and she couldn't believe what happened next.
She saw two men holding a very bloody Mulder between them and pushing him to
no, they're gonna throw him out. Oh no..... NOOOOOOOO!"
Skinner gasped. Mulder was too close to the two men for him to get a clean
shot without hitting Mulder.
then, seized breathless with cold agony that they couldn’t do anything to
stop them, Scully cried out as she watched them letting him go. He fell.
Bouncing hideously like a basketball down the track and after agonizing minutes
of watch him roll and keep up with him, he lay still.
steered the car to the spot Mulder was lying in a seeming lifeless heap. His
limbs at horribly unnatural angles under him. Scully was out of the car before
it had stopped and racing over to her partner.
need an ambulance, no a life flight helicopter. Oh my god, I can't believe
they did that."
kept quiet for a couple of seconds, wondering if they only needed a hearse,
while Scully took her phone and called for an ambulance. " We have an
Agent Down. No I don't know how he is, he’s been thrown out of a train, he
will have impact trauma and he was shot before that. So send the helicopter
train rattled on, followed by several police cars with sirens blazing, while
Scully and Skinner tended to Mulder, checking him over. Skinner took off his
coat and placed it over the fallen man for warmth while Scully went into
broken body wasn't moving.
dead, you're not dead, you said you loved me, you're not dead."
she tried to feel for a pulse and was surprised and shocked to find one.
"He's alive! Hold on Mulder, help is coming, hold on for me.
couldn't believe Mulder survived this latest calamity. His stomach almost
turned seeing the poor man’s bleeding and twisted body on the ground. It was
very clear that at least one leg was broken in several places, but after a
fall like that there must be more internal damage going on and there was of
course that shot gun wound which appeared to have made one hell of
a mess of his shoulder. And he was already weakened from his last convalescence
from his last brush with death 6 weeks before. Without any doubt Mulder's life
was in danger and Skinner started to listen if he could hear the ambulance or
the helicopter approaching.
Mulder's lips parted but all he could do was moan; "Oooohhhhhhh......."
ok Mulder, it will be okay, just lie very still, don't move. Just concentrate
on breathing. Paramedics will be here really soon. They're on their way to
help you and make you all better, it will be okay, I promise. They'll fix you
up and give you a nice soft bed and those great hallucinogenic drugs you
really like." But he then was out again. Maybe for the best, Scully
thought, the pain must be terrible. She sniffed back her tears and looked at
her boss’s shocked features before turning her attention back to her fallen
partner. How she wished she could take the pain for him. In her nightmares
forevermore she would relive that terrifying moment when he was thrown from
the train. How could she ever sleep again ? Each time she closed her eyes....
after the longest ten minutes of her life, she finally heard the helicopter.
While it was landing they could see the flashlights and the whining sounds of
the ambulance coming towards them.
being assessed and stabilized enough they lifted the badly injured Mulder into
the helicopter. Scully tried to get in, but there just wasn't enough room. She
felt like crying. He was in critical condition and they needed to get him
there like yesterday.
Scully began. Skinner grabbed her arm. "Come
on Scully, I'll drive you to the hospital, you know they’ll do their
best." Turning to one of the medics he asked; "Where are you gonna
take him, Georgetown Memorial?" The man nodded his head and ducked into
the helicopter that took off immediately. The ambulance left too and within
minutes it was quiet again.
on Agent Scully, we should go too." Skinner took her by the arm and
helped her into the car. All the energy left her body and tears were streaming
down her cheeks. Without words they got back on the road and sped all the way
to the hospital they knew too well.
and hours went by. One time a nurse came by to tell them Mulder would be much
longer in surgery than they first thought. It had already been so many
dread-filled hours, but it drove Scully nuts. Skinner left an hour before
because he wanted to find out what happened with the train and apprehending
the men on it. Also whether
everyone of its passengers had been liberated safely. He’d have much rather
stayed to keep Scully company and offer support but his job called duty.
moment Scully felt she could scream her boss returned, looking furious.
"They lost them Scully."
They are gone? How?"
somehow managed to stop the train and keep the the police at a distance by
threatening to blow up the train. When nothing happened they closed in slowly
to find all the travelers lying on the floor and the men gone. Nobody saw a
thing. The body of the man Mulder called 'Thomas' was gone too. Forensics are
crawling all over the place trying to collect all the evidence they can find,
but up until now it isn't much. Thomas doesn't exist on paper or in the system
and until now they can't find one match on the fingerprints. They must have
had a lot of help."
be honest, sir, I couldn't care shit." Scully said. Then she got up and
walked away, trying to hide her tears from her boss.
Scully......" Skinner started after her, but then a door opened and a
nurse walked up to them.
going to be okay", she said with a smile. " he’s got some internal
bleeding, ruptured spleen and a lot of broken bones. The surgeon was able to
fix it all. It will take a long time before he’s back up to par and he’ll
be in a lot of pain the first few days, but we have some nice drugs for that.
And of course he needs people who love him around, that always works. In time
he will make a full recovery. "
will be my job", Scully whispered, giddy with relief. "When can I
will call you when he is settled in ICU. He will be very closely monitored for
a while. He lost a lot of blood and his body has been quite traumatized. When
he’s ready I will take you up." the nurse said and went back to do her
couple of hours later Scully sat at Mulder's bed holding his hand, looking at
all the many bruises and bandages covering his body. Both his legs encased in
plaster. His poor body will have be the colors of the rainbow within a couple
of days. She even had to smile about that, thinking he probably couldn't see
it himself, being colorblind.
a 'lucky' man, agent Mulder> she thought. <I intend to let you know just
talked to him softly, stroking his fingers that peeked limply from the
bandaging just to keep herself busy. Maybe he won't even be able to remember
what happened before he was thrown out of that train. Scully knew he must have
felt terror struck as he was thrown from the train. She felt it too. She’d
never be able to forget but she hoped he could. Hope that his head injury
would mask that awful few moments. They will find out later who those guys
were and who Thomas really was, she was convinced about that, but right now
getting better was all he had on his agenda.
looked at the man in the bed. How could they be so stupid they never really
told each other how they truly felt. Only that last phone call, when he
wiped his face as a tear slid down hers.
"Will you remember that Mulder? What you said? I wonder if I heard it
right when you said 'love ya'." She
sighed and then from the bed a soft voice came saying: