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Title: The Ratling: 02 Ambush Summary: Scully is pregnant with Krycek's baby, and Mulder is pissed. Author's notes: Okay, you asked for it. Well, some of you did. Okay, maybe 10 of you did. At any rate, this is the second in a series that started with Swollen Ankles and I must warn you all, I have absolutely no clue where this is going. I've said that before, all the way through Lacuna in fact, but I really am just going to jump from past to future to present and back to the past again. So be warned, this one will be odd. But aren't they all? Mwa ha ha... I've decided to call this series "The Ratling" She was doing it again. Dana Scully shook her head to clear the nasty thoughts she was having about her partner, Fox Mulder. Not *those* kind of thoughts, more like how- many-times-can-you-shoot-a-man-before-he-dies kind of thoughts. As was his religion, he had run off and left her to fend for herself in the middle of a bust gone terribly wrong. They had been brought in to aid an Illegal Weapons team which was moving in on a cartel from Cuba. All had found out quickly that the cartel dealt in more than weapons, resulting in dozens of dealers defending their drugs, to the death, as Scully had seen more than once. Mulder had spotted the head of the operation and had gone chasing after him, leaving her to face a bunch of disgruntled Cuban drug lords with only a few field agents to back her up, if they could see her in the dark. "Why is it always Warehouses?" she complained to no one in particular as she skulked around outside. She had lost her gun awhile ago, thanks to a dealer who was amazingly accurate when throwing rocks, so she couldn't exactly run inside and hope that they'd be kind enough to see she was an unarmed woman and not shoot at her. A door slammed open perilously close and Scully dove into the neighboring bushes, picking up a number of scratches on the way. She was spitting out curses lowly the whole time, and it took all her composure not to start screaming obscenties when she fell hard to the ground, her left elbow landing in a small puddle, providing just enough to discomfort to be annoying. She was grumbling threats that the absent Mulder could not hear, but was determined to carry them out when she saw him. Scrambling onto her stomach, she inched her way through the indent she had made in the stinking bushes in front of her until she could see between the tiny branches. There were two men crouching in the very spot she had been in, guns ready. She struggled to see around the other side of the building to make sure there were no Agents walking into the ambush. Her elbow was cold. "Scully!" Even from her flat position she managed to get off the ground in shock. "Mulder?" she called quietly. "Scully!" came the voice again. "Mulder?" she repeated. There was a pause, and then she heard a thump, followed by the scratch of fabric on turf as he pulled himself toward her. Not looking at him, she hissed, "Where the hell did you go? I lost my gun years ago and now I'm crawling around on the ground like an idiot. How long have you been here?" She eyed the two Uzi-wielding men, who were still lurking in the shadows. Unfortunately, before Mulder could answer, Scully's wet elbow had gone numb in the night air and it gave out, making a lovely crunch as her head and arm flailed through the leaves. The men jerked to a standing position, their guns held out in front of them. Before she could do anything else, Mulder clamped an arm around her waist and yanked her to her feet. Then, still holding onto her, he ran for all he was worth. She eventually matched his stride, but not before tripping a few times. They ran low along the treeline, away from headlights and motion lights and flashlights. She could hear the men pounding behind them, their steps and their dreadful weapons sounding closer every second. They would fire a shot every now and then, hoping to maybe hit something out of luck, but each time they did the pair instinctively dove to the ground, rolled and were on their feet again. It was like gymnastics, Scully thought. Then, just before they reached the column of poilce and FBI cars, one more shot was fired before the men turned and headed back to the Warehouse. They rolled once more, but this time Scully heard a grunt and he did not come back up. This difference knocked Scully off-balance and she fell flat into the ground, pinning him beneath her. Rolling off him, she looked up and saw some familiar faces headed towards her. Scrambling to her feet, she ran to the Agents in front of her. "Mulder's been hit!" she cried to the first person she saw. The man looked at her oddly, and then behind him. Scully's eyes widened in astonishment as she saw her tall partner jogging towards her. "What the?" She rushed back to the felled man and, dropping to her knees, turned him over gently. He was clutching at his side and any skin Scully could see was beaded with sweat. He looked up at her, the pain evident in his eyes. He forced a grin at her obvious awe at his identity as he watched her mouth fall open and hang there stupidly. "Thanks Scully," Krycek said. "I thought you were going to leave me here." ---end--- Yes, it was a filler piece. But it is part of my explanation to how she ended up pregnant. You know where to go with the feedback. No quotes today. I just can't think...
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