Story:      Run

Author:     Nichole

Rated:      G

Keywords:   MSR, Mulder's POV.

Summary:    Run, Mulder!

Spoilers:   A little bit Existence.

Disclaimer: Nope, they aren't mine. They're
            FOX's and CC's and 1013's and whoever 
            else gets money for their usage. But 
            that's not me! 

Homepage:   http://www.geocities.com/scoob4u/Nicholes_FanFic.html



          *~*~*~* RUN *~*~*~*



"Run!" she cries out, her voice cracking.

"No, Scully, I can't!" I yell back, my 
eyes swimming in tears. 

"You have to, Mulder.  It's the only way!" 
she cries hoarsely. 

I stand there sobbing, my face in a contorted
state of disbelief, pain, fear and aggravation.
I can't believe what she's saying. 

"Go, damn it!" she cries out, lifting the wailing 
child to my arms. 

"Scully, no!" I scream, refusing to take 
the baby from her. 

"Mulder, please.  I need you to do this for me,
for him," she pleads, placing the baby in my arms.

I hold the child in my arms, it's newborn cry
filling my ears.  This miracle child that everyone
wants to take away has just been handed to me,
and I am to be its guardian.  I am shocked.  
I look pleadingly into Scully's eyes once again
to ask her to relieve me of my position, but I 
realize when I look into her eyes that I must do 
this.  I have to be strong for her.  I have to protect 
the child that she has carried for so long.  I must 
save it from the eminent death that it will face 
if it were to stay here with its tired mother. 

"Come with me," I plead, tears streaming down my face.

"I can't, Mulder--I'd only slow you down," she 
rationalizes, and I know she's right.  She has been
through hours of strenuous labor and can barely
hold her head up, much less run away with me. 
Lifting our child to my arms drained every ounce of 
energy that was left in her. 

"Scully, I can't leave you.  I won't," I protest,
the stubborn child in me rearing its ugly head.

"Mulder, I will be fine.  Please go!" 

I hate it when Scully says that word. 

"Mulder, here!" Doggett yells from beside me, placing 
a set of keys in my free hand.  "Take my truck and go. 
We'll take care of Agent Scully, and you take care of the 
baby."

I am truly amazed at this man; this Agent Doggett. 
He acts selflessly as though it was natural for him
to do so.  He is quite honestly a kind man, and I 
couldn't turn down his offer if I wanted to.  He is,
afterall, the only one with a car other than Reyes. 

"Thank you, John," I say sincerely. 

"Agent Reyes, can you hold him for a moment?" I ask the 
dark-haired angel-of-a-woman before placing our sceaming 
child into her arms.  She nods and I turn back to Scully. 
I kneel at her side on the floor and take her small, sweaty
hand in mine. 

"Mulder, what are you doing?" she asks, her eyes swimming
in tears, "You need to go, now!" 

I place her hand to my mouth and kiss the inside of
her palm gently before leaning forward to kiss her 
forehead.  "I love you, Scully," I whisper to her warm,
reddened skin.  "And I am going to see you again soon... 
Do you hear me?" 

I pull back from her face and see her stare deeply 
into my eyes.  A feeling of such intense emotion races 
through me as I see her smile.  Smiling; such a simple 
task for most, but a chore for this beautiful woman who 
has been drained of her life and her happiness.  She is 
sending her newborn child away with a paranoid alien 
chaser, fully expecting him to be safe.  I suddenly 
feel more inadequate than I have before.  

"Go on, Mulder.  They'll be here soon," she calmly says.

I rise to my feet and give her one more kiss before 
leaving her side, but this time on the lips.  It is a 
soft and quickened kiss, not one that I would call
magical, but it is certainly emotion-filled.  I flash
her one last smile before turning to leave, taking the
baby from Agent Reyes' arms. 

"Good luck," Reyes wishes with an honest smile.  I nod
and begin walking walking towards the door. It is the 
simplest of all motor skills for me, but somehow at
this very moment I feel as though the earth is without
gravity.  I feel like I am staggering. 

Doggett says my name and nods as I pass him. 

I continue my long walk to the open door and stop 
suddenly to look back at the angel Michael of a man who  
is standing behind me.  "Agent Doggett," I say. 

"Yeah?" 

"Take good care of her, okay?" I ask, clutching the baby
in my arms. 

He doesn't answer, but instead gives a closed-mouthed 
smile and nods his head again.  I know that she is in 
good hands, and it comforts me.  It is that feeling of 
comfort that allows me to walk through the door and
leave Scully behind with her newfound guardian angels. 

That same feeling allows me to start running. 







          ** I Want To Believe. **