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Author Linda61

Category. MT, A, SA

Rating PG

Disclaimer Fox and CC own it. I love to play with M&S and then wash them
before i send them back to the nurturing arms of their dad CC

Feedback Yes after the MR Contest.

Written for MR December fanfic challenge. Train planes and automobiles. 1st

Tracks of my tears.

Mulder 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.

Reading 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.

"Scully" .  He smiled, even just hearing her voice put him in a better mood.
"Hi, it's me, guess where I am?"

It got quiet for a couple of seconds and Mulder thought he had lost the
connection. "Scully? You still there?"

 "Yeah  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.

 Hours 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

He 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.

"Andy 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.

Mulder 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.

"Stay 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.

When 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.

Suddenly 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.

'I 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.

Luke 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

 "Listen" 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

"Neither do I and right now I wish I didn't" Mulder mumbled.

"I just hope they don't recognize me" the man said with a shaking voice.
"Watch out, he's coming back!"

Mulder 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."

Mulder shrugged.  "You're not the only one buddy. "

The 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

In 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 part missing.

<If 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.

He 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.

 "I...uhm... just call me Thomas", he answered.

"Thomas, just relax.  It's gonna be okay." Thomas just nodded, but didn't
seem to be convinced and kept fumbling.

Then 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

Very 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.

<Now 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.

About 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!"

Mulder 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.

Luke 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?"

"Scully where are you?"

"I'm in one of the cars alongside the train, keeping up with you partner,
Skinner is also with me. Which car are you in?"

"I'm 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.

"Don't 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?"

 "That's an order, Agent Mulder." He heard Skinner bark in the background.

Right at that moment Mulder heard shots and people shouting and screaming
filled the confines of the corridor.

"OH NO!! THOMAS!!" Mulder yelled.  "THOMAS!!"

"MULDER....... MULDER.....!."

"I think they shot him Scully. I have to........"

Mulder 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 fired.

It 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.


No 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?

Luke saw the phone and grabbed it from the floor.


"I'm 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 bullet."

"What did you do to him, is he okay? Let me talk to him!!"

"Like 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.

"They want him, they can have him."

Luke 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.

Scully 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 the edge.

"Oh no, they're gonna throw him out. Oh no..... NOOOOOOOO!"

"Jesus". Skinner gasped. Mulder was too close to the two men for him to get
a clean shot without hitting Mulder.

And 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.

Skinner 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.

"We need an ambulance, no a life flight helicopter. Oh my god, I can't
believe they did that."

Skinner 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 too. Stat."

The 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 doctor mode.

Mulder's broken body wasn't moving.

"Not dead, you're not dead, you said you loved me, you're not dead."

 Carefully 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.

Skinner 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.

Suddenly Mulder's lips parted but all he could do was moan;

"It's 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....

Then, 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.

After 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.

"But..." 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.

"Come 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.


Hours 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.

The moment Scully felt she could scream her boss returned, looking furious.
"They lost them Scully."

"What? They are gone? How?"

"They 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."

"To 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.

"Agent Scully......" Skinner started after her, but then a door opened and a
nurse walked up to them.

"He's 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. "

"That will be my job", Scully whispered, giddy with relief. "When can I see

"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 job.

A 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.

<You're a 'lucky' man, agent Mulder> she thought. <I intend to let you know
just how much.>

She 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.

She 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 said..........

She 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: "Yeah........"

The End