TITLE:   Conhouse - Chapter Twenty Nine

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RATING: anywhere from PG to NC-17 - each chapter is different
CATEGORY:  Scully/Slash
SPOILERS: None
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It took her forever to find what she needed at the store. Who puts first aid
supplies next to beef jerky? She paid for her pile of bandages and headed out
the door of the store. The sun had since come up and the blue sky against
changing leaves was beautiful. 

Scully moved to the side of the road as soon as she saw the ambulance. She
watched with curiosity as it turned into the entrance to the campground and
drove around the corner, two police cars in it's wake. 

No siren.  She knew from experience that when an ambulance driver put on the
flashing lights but didn't run the siren that someone was already dead. 

No siren, no rush. 

"What the hell?" She mumbled aloud. She started jogging after them, her mind
working. She jogged the half mile to their campsite and felt her heart stop
when she saw the emergency crew make it's way into their RV.

Two police officers roughly escorted a handcuffed Kevin to a police car. 

Stopping at the mouth of their campsite she looked around wildly for Lena or
Mulder.

Relief washed over her as she spotted Mulder, her free hand going to her heart
as she sighed with relief. He's ok. He's right there. 

Samantha stood behind him. Her face was a mask of tears and mascara.

Scully took another deep breath.

Lena.

Where was Lena?

She felt the blood run out of her face and started to walk, the bag of first
aid supplies falling forgotten to the ground.

Scully walked toward Mulder, focusing with her whole being on his expression.
Looking for something in it... 



She didn't look toward the police cars again. 

She walked past the crowd of people from other campsites, not even registering
them.

He saw her finally. She quickly appraised the look on his face. 

And then she started to run.

All sound seemed to stop.

She couldn't hear her own footfalls anymore.  

Her legs went numb.

 

She was on him before she'd realized she'd even been running. Her hands came
to his face. She held it, watching his lips move. 

What was he saying? What?

"Kevin was here while we were gone Scully." Mulder's voice trembled. Blue and
red flashing lights played across his features. 

She didn't understand. She put the trembling fingers of her hand on his lips.

"Lena's gone..." Mulder choked on the words.

Her knees gave out and he clung to her. 

"He killed her Scully..." Mulder held her up under her arms. Thick tears
streamed down his face, his wet lashes clung together, his mouth trembled.
"She wouldn't shoot him, she wouldn't use the gun."

Scully was panting in his arms; her body shook violently.  She was
hyperventilating. He lowered her to the ground and squatted next to her. Her
body was crumpled; all of her weight on one hip. With a hand to her cheek he
turned her head to look into her eyes. 

empty 

"Oh god Scully." Mulder grimaced and felt a sob build deep in his chest.
Another torrent of tears streamed down his face and he hugged her roughly to
him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...." 

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