hurting you

A ‘Mulder Torture’ story by Skulz

 

 

(1Shot)

 

“Mulder?” her voice echoed through the damp, dark hallways of the sewer. Gun and flashlight in hand, Agent Lindemere stepped quietly around the corners. She couldn’t see a thing, for her flashlight had burnt out several minutes ago, and Agent Mulder was missing. “Mulder!” she called again, her voice a little more shaky. Lindemere’s heart was racing as she felt around the grimy walls, trying to find the way out. Radio didn’t work in this part of the underground, and she had forgotten her trusty cell phone back at home. Again, she cried out “Mulder!” There was still no answer to her call.

 

Something brushed the female agent’s side. She quickly turned around and pointed her gun in the direction the thing had headed. “Hello?”

 

There was silence. Eerie, still silence.

 

“I’m an FBI agent, and I’m armed! Come out where I can see you!” Lindemere felt silly. What was the use anyway? Her flashlight didn’t work.

 

She heard someone running away, and ran toward the direction of the sound.

 

“Stop there!” she yelled, “I’m and FBI agent and I’m armed! Come here where I can see you! I’ll shoot if I have to!”

 

The person kept running, so Ms. Lindemere cocked her gun and shot at the sound of the feet.

 

Little did she know, Agent Mulder was in the way of the bullet...

 

The female agent heard a familiar cry of pain, and ran over to her victim. As she got closer, she realized that it was Mulder. Lindemere gasped, and knelt down beside him. She pushed a dark curl out of her eyes and muttered, “Oh my God...”

 

Mulder looked up at her, and winced. “Thanks...” he said painfully, and sarcastically.

 

“I’m so sorry! My flashlight ran out and... I’ll call for help.” She grabbed his cell phone and called Agent Scully.

 

“Scully!” said the voice on the other end of the phone.

 

“Agent... I’ve done something horrible.”

 

“Oh, God, Lindemere! You didn’t shoot him again, did you?” Scully inquired.

 

The woman went red with astonishment. “Yes,” she replied quietly.

 

“All right, Lindy, I’ll send down the medical crew,” Scully sighed.

 

“Thanks,” Lindemere muttered, and hung up. “Sorry, Mulder.”

 

“It’s the fifth time this week,” was his raspy reply, “Try to put pressure on the wound...”

 

Lindemere did as the man said, pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned Mulder’s shirt. She put pressure on the bloody spot near his right shoulder.

 

Mulder closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

 

“I’m so, so sorry,” whispered the woman. Her little hands were getting quite bloody as she applied a little more pressure to his injury.

 

“Stop apologizing, Lindy, it’s okay.” He tried to lift his right arm to stroke her face, but couldn’t. Mulder was in amazing pain, Lindemere could see it in his eyes.

 

“Don’t worry. They’ll be here soon. Just hang on. Hang on.”

 

And sure enough, the med crew was there in a matter of minutes. They carried Mulder off on a stretcher and he was taken to hospital.

 

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(JustVisiting)

 

Agent Scully held the unconscious Agent Mulder’s hand, and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. Of course Mulder was going to make it, she knew that. But Scully wanted him to be healthy and happy. Not unconscious with a bullet stuck in his shoulder. This was all no thanks to Agent Lindemere. But Scully wouldn’t complain to Skinner. She wasn’t the type. And Mulder didn’t seem to mind being shot by an amateur once in a while. Even so, Agent Scully didn’t like Ms. Lindemere. She wasn’t to be trusted. How could Mulder not see through her? Through the lies and childish behavior? Mulder was stubborn, and he’d take a lot of convincing before he gave up a friend. Scully let go of his hand and left the hospital room.

 

As Lindemere walked quickly down the hallway, with a bouquet of flours under her arm, while reading the Wallstreet Journal. She wasn’t looking where she was going, and unfortunately didn’t see the blubbering Scully, who was headed right for her at about one hundred miles an hour.

 

WHAM!

 

Scully and Lindy went into a head-on collision. Scully fell backwards onto her bum, and Lindy fell forwards, on top of Scully.

 

“Oww!” Agent Lindemere cried.

 

“Don’t you ever watch where your going?” Scully yelled at the younger agent.

 

“Oww!” Agent Lindemere replied.

 

“Does it ever occur to you that other people live in this world, too?” Scully continued in an equally irritated tone.

 

“Oww!” Lindemere cried in pain.

 

“Would you please stop saying ‘Oww’ and get off me?” Scully exclaimed.

 

Lindemere sniffled and shed a single tear.

 

“Get up!” Scully pushed the crying woman off her and stood up. “Come on, Lindemere!”

 

More tears came to the agent’s eyes.

 

Scully just stood there, silently for a moment, and realized that ‘Lindy’ was in actual pain. “Somebody call an ambulance!” she ordered.

 

“We’re already in a hospital!” one of the nurses yelled.

 

Scully sighed. It wasn’t just Mulder who was hospitalized. She couldn’t help but feel it was all her fault. Nothing was going her way it seemed.

 

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(Doughnuts)

 

Hours later, Mulder woke to Agent Lindemere’s smiling face. “Good afternoon!” she exclaimed, happily.

 

“Mmm... Hey. What happened there?” he pointed to the splint on her finger.

 

“Agent Scully and I had a little accident,” she explained.

 

“You pissed on her so she broke your finger?” Mulder asked, a goofy smile spread across his tired face.

 

“No,” she replied, coolly.

 

“Catfight?” he inquired.

 

“No! I wasn’t looking where I was going, and she ran into me... literally,” Lindemere clarified.

 

“Ah,” Mulder grinned, “And what are those?” He pointed to a box of Tim Horton’s doughnuts.

 

“These...” Lindemere explained, “Are for me to eat in front of you, while you eat the filthy hospital grub.”

 

“And I take it you’re not sharing?” Mulder asked her.

 

“Damn right,” she smiled and popped a Tim Bit into her mouth, “Mmm, mmm, mmm! That’s good!”

 

He smiled a sly smile and grabbed the doughnut box out of her hands. “Mine.”

 

“Hey!” Lindemere tried to grab the box away from the injured man, but couldn’t. It was actually kind of a sad ritual. She was significantly younger than him, and his arm had a bullet in it.

 

Mulder finally gave in and passed the box back to his friend. “Here ya go, honey.”

 

Lindemere snatched the box away from him and started pigging out on the cream-filled ones.

 

“You shouldn’t eat so many of those, Lindy,” Mulder warned.

 

“Whatever. I’ve got a stomach of steel.”

 

“I thought that was called a pot belly.”

 

She gave him a look of anger and distaste.

 

“Sorry.”

 

“I’ve got to go,” she told him, “You can keep the doughnuts.” She dropped the package on top of his chest and left the room.

 

Once she was gone, Mulder opened it and took a peek inside. There were none left.

 

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(AfterMe)

 

The next morning, as Ms. Lindemere walked into the FBI, everyone gave her a dirty look. She tried not to notice, but it seemed like everyone hated her all of a sudden. One person came to mind: Scully.

 

Lindy burst through the door of the basement office, with a frown upon her face. “Agent Scully!” she yelled. Mulder walked over to her.

 

“The name’s not Scully. It’s Mulder,” he grasped her shoulders, seeing the anger. Their hazel eyes met, and it softened Lindemere’s mood. “Are you alright?”

 

“I... I...” Nina tried to explain her reasoning, but couldn’t. Mulder mad her feel... somehow calm. So she said quietly, “I need to speak with Agent Scully.”

 

“Why? What did she do?” Mulder asked.

 

“She... She... She’s spreading rumors! I know she doesn’t like me! She thinks I’m after you!”

 

“You’re being paranoid, Agent Lindemere.”

 

“No! I’m not! I... She doesn’t like me! I’ve known that from the moment I met her!”

 

“Excuse me?” asked Agent Scully, whom had suddenly appeared at the door.

 

“Scully!” Lindemere cried with false cheerfulness, though her eyes burned with hatred.

 

“Don’t pull that B.S. on me! I heard what you just said! Now take that back!” Scully grabbed Lindemere’s jacket and pulled the woman close to her face. “Take that back, or I swear to you, you’ll regret becoming an FBI agent.”

 

Lindy went white as Scully said this. Beads pf sweat began to form on her forehead. Was there no way out of this? “I...”

 

“You what?!” Scully spat, holding her fist high in the air.

 

“I... I’m sorry!” Lindemere said quietly.

 

“Sorry for what? Saying those nasty things about me, or taking Mulder away?”

 

“Uh, what are you talking about?”

 

“I’ve seen you with him! Now lay off!”

 

“Scully, I like Lindemere, but we’re not intimate. So, let’s break this up, ladies, that’s enough,” Mulder reckoned.

 

“Just one more thing,” Scully said. She again raised her fist, and turned to Mulder and punched him in the nose. Then, she stomped off, leaving the other two colleagues.

 

“Are you okay?” Lindy asked.

 

Mulder pinched the top of his nose and tipped his head back. “I’ll be okay,” he said.

 

She smiled and blew him a kiss. “I’m gonna go get some coffee, want some?”

 

“No thanks. But hey, do ya wanna go out for lunch later?”

 

“Sure! I’d love to!” Lindy smiled, “So you’re sure about that coffee?”

 

“Yeah. Thanks.”

 

The female agent walked away, and Mulder was left, holding his bleeding nose.

 

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(CoffeeBreak)

 

Later that day, Agents Mulder and Lindemere were down at Tim Horton’s. Mulder sat facing the glass window, and Lindemere sat on the booth. She smiled at him as she took a small sip of her coffee. He began to slowly uncurl his cinnamon bun. Lindemere looked down at her blueberry muffin and pulled off the top. Their eyes connected for a moment, and they stared at one another.

 

“It’s too quiet,” Lindy muttered.

 

Mulder nodded as he shoved another piece of cinnamon bun in his mouth.

 

“What’s up with you and Scully anyways? Were you two like together?”

 

“Uh... It’s a long story. We’ve been on the X-Files for about fifteen years now. We’ve had a very long-lasting friendship, but we were never really intimate.”

 

Lindy gave him a smugly satisfied look. “So... You’re not currently with someone?”

 

Mulder sighed. “Not that I know of.”

 

Lindy gave him another one of her smug looks. Then she grinned and softly said, “Can you pass me the sugar?”

 

Mulder rolled his eyes and passed the sugar to the female agent. She seemed so sexy, so smart, vibrant, and young. But Mulder still felt it wasn’t time.

 

Minutes passed, and both agents were finished their lunches. Lindemere glanced at her watch: 12:34 pm. “Hey, Mulder...”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Do ya wanna come over to my apartment? We can watch some TV before we have to get back to work.”

 

Mulder nodded, and put a twenty dollar bill down on the table. Then, they left.

 

Moments later, Lindemere was unlocking the door to her second floor apartment. She struggles with the key for several minutes. Then she blushes, and looks up at him. “The damn thing always gets stuck.”

 

Mulder smiled. “Here, I can get it.” And sure enough he unlocked it with one quick flick of his wrist. “Voila.”

 

“Thanks,” she quietly replied, still blushing.

 

“After you,” Mulder said, and shut the door behind them.

 

“So... This is my apartment!” Lindemere explained to him.

 

“Cool! You’ve got a green leather couch! ...And a red leather chair!” Mulder exclaimed with sarcasm, “It looks like Christmas!”

 

“I should paint those black...” she muttered, and sat down on the couch. “Come sit. I heard there’s some Mariners Baseball thing on all day.”

 

The male agent grinned from ear to ear. He loved baseball, especially after meeting Arthur Dales’ brother... strangely also named Arthur, and how he had been told the story of aliens and baseball.

 

Lindemere looked over at her dazed partner. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello-oh?”

 

He gasped. “Sorry...”

 

“Ah, it’s ok. Sometimes I stare mindlessly into space, too.”

 

Mulder moved a little closer to Lindemere, and put his arm around her shoulders, and they watched baseball for the remainder of the lunch break.

 

 

<<<INSERT MIDDLE SCENES>>>

let him fall down stairs like GA did. L: You should tie up those shoelaces...

shot

stab

fall down

head shave?

Scully could fall and break him

punched in the nose (broken)

Broken tail bone

Piano dropped on him

Jumps out of a speeding car

Breaks leg when parachutes from airplane (skydiving)

Explosions – burns (from the car)

Slips on sidewalk and whacks himself in the head with briefcase

Tripped by Lindemere

Is jogging and runs into a telephone poll

Cuts himself shaving

Kill Scully along the way for fun

Wiggy = guy that sells Mulder the car that blows up. (Ciggy and Son's Automotive)

He bought the car for Scully.

Jenny = Skydiving instructor (when Mulder breaks a leg)

Ducky =

Each day I am plagued with the same questions: Will I die? How much medication will I be on when I’m sixty? Am I really special to people? Do they care? Do aliens exist? Are we born just to die? Does life have reason behind rhyme, or rhyme behind reason? Will I ever get famous? Do I have a disease? Will I get cancer? Will I live my dreams? What’s gonna happen to me in ten years? Where will I be at? Where am I at? Is it all my imagination? Is this a dream, or is it real? Will I ever find the right guy? Am I in love, or is this a trick? Am I crazy? ...Yes.

 

 

 

 

(Sing2Me)

 

“You still love her, don’t you?” Lindemere asked.

 

Mulder sighed and turned over in bed. “I...”

 

“You still have feelings for Scully.”

 

“Lindy...”

 

“No. I... I can’t be with you if you don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have intruded in your life. I shouldn’t have ever kissed you that night. I should’ve just walked away, like I didn’t feel a thing. Like I didn’t care. But you meant so much to me, I...”

 

He put his finger over her lips. “Don’t say you hate me.” Mulder kissed the woman’s cheek, and stroked her dark curls. “It’s not meant to be.”

 

Tears fell from Ms. Lindemere’s cheeks onto his undershirt. In a shaky voice she sang, “Couldn't you feel it now, couldn't you heel it? Cause, on and on I still be thinking... Didn't I swear and didn't I fall for love...”

 

Mulder held her close, and kissed her neck.

 

“Let’s fight for love again,” she whispered painfully in his ear. And she died.

 

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Some say Agent Lindemere of the FBI died of a broken heart, but the medical evidence shows that she died of an asthma attack. But as we all know, she sang to Agent Mulder that night. She died in his arms... Either they lied about her death, or she sang to him from the afterlife. Or did Agent Lindemere die at all?