TITLE: Knight In Shining Armour
Author: Jen Leven
Rating: G.
Classification: M,A,H
Summary:Mulder is taken hostage and Scully saves the day.
Disclaimer: Mulder,Scully don't belong to me. They belong to a lucky
bunch of bastards! (I mean that in the nicest way!) If CC,Fox,Or 1013
want to sue me; good luck. All they would get in the settlment was a
Ford Escort,a Macintosh computer,and a broken Lava Lamp.
Dedication: I Wrote this for my friend Jennifer Brown. Also to my sister
Julie,who doesn't really like x-files,but watches with me
anyways!Finally to Sean,with his sick sense of humor,he'll love the part
I made him play!  ;)

Post anywhere ya want but my lovely name and addy has gotta stay with
it! :)

WARNING! This is my first attempt at posting my fan fic. I would
appreciate feedback,but please,if you flame,flame lightly I get a
sunburn from a lightbulb,so imagine what a cruel flame would do!

Mail comments to: scullyd_fbi@hotmail.com
Okay,here goes....gulp.

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--Knight in Shining Armour--
     by:Jenn Leven

   

    I'm tired and scared. I sit with my knees cradled to my chest.My
eyes droop with weariness and sting with fatigue. I jerk my head up and
thump it up against the wall to keep my self awake.Sure I'm
uncomfortable,but what do you expect when your handcuffed and chained to
a water pipe?

    I try to shift to a more comfortable position,but the chains stop
me; I sigh rather painfully,the kick to the ribs I recieved earlier
isn't going to let me forget that it's there.They are bruised,thankfully
not broken.God,how I wish Scully was here.

    I should probably start from the beginning since you don't know
whats going on. I left work,um,about three days ago.I think. I can't
tell the time because there is no windows or clocks in the walk in
closet I'm currently trapped in. Overall,it's a pretty crappy view.
Anyways,I got into my car,drove home from work all the while thinking of
what a good evening I was going to have.I had hoped for an evening
lacking sobriety and not lacking in female companionship. In other words
,I had hoped to waking up next to a beautiful woman and having no
recollection of how she got there.
    
    Where was I? Oh yeah,I get home,I'm walking up to my door when I
hear a mans voice asking me if I was Fox Mulder. I reply the
affirmative. He then gives me the wickedest grin and yanks my side arm
out from it's holster,holds it to my head and tell me to get my cute ass
in the car. Now,if you are a guy and another guy tells you to get 'your'
cute ass in the car,well it gives you the shudders.Unless your into that
sort of thing.
   
     I comply. I get my "cute" ass in the drivers seat and think that
this is probably a guiness record or at least a bureau record. I ponder
as to how many times I've actually have had my own gun at my head.If I
live through this maybe Skinner will give me an award maybe a little
plaque saying something like: To Agent Fox Mulder. The man who loses his
gun and his Cell phone the most. Not to mention the man who has his gun
used agianst him the most! Congratulations!!"
(Amazing what can go through a guys head in under thrity seconds!)

    He tells me to drive.Being defensless,I drive.Slowly driving down
the block I ask him what he wants and who he is.His only reply is
punching me in the face, almost causing a wreck. I've already assessed
that he isn't a bright guy.

    I drive for maybe an hour or so,him telling me the whole time where
to go.Finally we arrive in the middle of nowhere (isn't that a Hanson
song? Ick,I hate hanson.) We drive down a tiny nondescript dirt road. My
hopes immediatly sink. No one but maybe the Swamp Thing or Michael Myers
lives back here.Who ever who built the house back here is long,long
gone. I have the feeling no one has lived in that house since Roosevelt.

    Dragging me into the house,he hauls me to the now famous closet.The
whole time he hansn't said a word.Handcuffing me to a chain and then to
a pipe he looks at his handy work. I look up at him like a puppy who got
caught piddling on the newly laid carpet.He laughs and asks me if I know
who he is. I shake my head no.

    He tells me his name is Sean Cannon. The name sparks a cold sick
feeling,and memories.He was the man I had put away in my days in VC. He
had murdered seven women.My testimony and the evidence gave him two life
sentences. To say the least,it pissed him off. For at least two years
after his conviction he sent me death threats at least twice a
month.Well,I guess he got out,and I'm betting on Scully's paycheck he
wasn't released on good behavior.

    Now I sit here and ponder my situation,Sean is asleep in the other
room. I guess beating the crap out of me wore him out.( I *did* try to
defend myself,but when your tied,well,figure it out.)I look around the
room,since it being a closet,well there is only one way out.Inventory:
Really bad taste in clothing. Who the hell taught Sean how to shop? Jim
Carrey? God,how I wish Scully was here. Wait,I take that back. if she
saw the clothes in thsi closet,she'd blow her brains out. Who in the
hell wears outregeous shirts with big multi colored lizards,or big
yellow and blue Palm tree? Even worse,I see clothes in here my dad used
to wear. I'm red and grren color blind,and to see this stuff,it's kinda
making me naseaus.

    I'm getting off track. Where was I? Ohhh yeah,Cannon.What could I
tell you about him. Well, he killed his first animal at the seasoned
aged of four. It was his neighbors dog. God only knows if it was
intentional. He was in the front yard using his fathers shovel to dig a
hole, when his neighbors poodle named Rascal, got loose from the yard
and made its way to Sean and his hole.Sean grabbed the dog,chucked him
in the hole and proceeded to give Rascal a premature burial.To say the
least,not even the dog could dig his way out of this one.By the age of
nine , most of the neighborhood he lived in lacked pets.By seventeen,he
had killed his second victim.Both of the victims had been dates that
went bad. Sean didn't like the idea of being dumped.

    His third victim was his own mother. She had thought that twenty
seven was old enough to move out.He apparently disliked being kicked out
of his rent free enviroment. He killed her with her knitting yarn.By
then the bureau and local police had pretty much caught on. It took
twelve years to find him. By then I was in VC and assigned the case.
Shortly after that he killed two more women after the women had
discovered him wathcing them shower.Two days after that,he was caught.

   Now I'm stuck in hells closet listening to Sean stirring from his
fitfull sleep.I hear footsteps coming my way and the closet door opens.
He gives me a sleepy smile and asks how my night went. I tell him pretty
good.He grins even broader and takes a swipe at my leg with his size
eleven steel toed boots.
He asks me if I would like some breakfast. I tell him that I am not
hungry. He winks at me and tells me that we are having pankackes. My
stomach growls in betrayal,I make a mental note to punch myself in the
stomach if I live through this.Just to show it who's boss. Sean shuts
the door and heads for the kitchen,or at least that is what I
assume,contrary to what people think at work I can't see through walls.I
amy be spooky but I'm not Superman.Closing my eyes,I realize hw tired I
am,almost two days and little to no sleep. But I can't afford to
sleep.Not with this man,listening to him rant and rave earlier about how
he had to kill people because the heater vents told him to gave *me* the
hevvie geebies.Before I know it,I'm asleep.

    "Wake up Fox,now." I feel sean tap me in my now bruised butt with
his shoe.My ehad is throbbing.It's been at least another twelve hours
since I was last conscious.I still haven't eaten.
I remember what happened. Sean turned on the tv. Something so simple
nearly cost me my life.I heard Scullys voice on the tv telling people
about Sean,and how he was the lead suspect in my abduction. That he had
escaped from prison,he was to be considered armed and
dangerous,yadda,yadda,yadda. Call the police or the FBI if anyone had
any info.

    Well,if that didn't send Sean off. I hear him sough at the tv to
shutup and go to hell,knocking the tv over I heard him storm his way to
the closet and fling the door open, the whole time yelling at me to stop
it. To stop telling them where I'm at. I deny everything. I tell him
that I can't tell them where I'm at. Sean kicks me in the leg and told
me to shut up. Grabbing a golf club from outside closet,he proceeds to
beat any thing he may have missed earlier. Im pretty sure one to three
of my ribs are broke,my wrist is dislocated,and my head probably has
concussion upon concussion.

    God Scully,I wish you were here.I wish you were here to save me.I'm
not sure how much longer I can hold out.I knew my work may eventually
have killed me ,but it was going to be on my terms.Scully,I thought I
would never say this,but I wash you were here to save my sorry ass.


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    I'm tired. It's been at least three days since I've heard from
Mulder.God,how I miss him.
   
   The interview to the media took nearly all the sanity I've got left.I
ahd to keep myself from breaking down and bdggin Sean Cannon to return
Mulder safely,but I did it. I kept my calm.Now I know how Mulder felt
when I had been gone.I just want to shought out that okay,Mulder nw I
know how you felt,come out of hiding now. You win....but he isn't here
to hear me.I realize I'm crying. Not hysterically no,but the tears are
falling.The Ice Queen has melted.I'm so tired.I rest my head against the
couch arm and cry for a while more.When my throat demands water,I get up
and head for the kitchen. That's when the phone rings.

   "Scully residence."
   "Hello Dana,Mulder told me your name.You sound hot."Sean laughs
quietly into the reciever. " I have something you might want back.I will
let you talk to Fox,but only for a moment."
    "Scully,it's me." Mulder sounds like he's hurting. God,what did Sean
do to him?
    "Hi Mulder,how you doing?" Geeze if that wasn't *the* stupidest
question I've ever asked. "Can you talk?"
    Mulder coughs and replies, "No Scully I don't."
I get the hint that Sean is standing right there. "Okay,do you know
Morse Code?"
   "Yes I can Scully." Smart boy. God I love Mulder!
   "Okay start tapping your location....now!"
I Immediately hear tapping while Mulder tells me Seans demands and write
down the location. Hwy 301, at two or three mile drive outside White
Plains.Big Blue Farmhouse.Car out front. Hurr-- Damn,he cut me off. But
at least I know where my partner is. Sean then tells me to meet his
demands by six pm tomorrow or Mulder will be my Christmans gift.Bow and
all.He then hangs up. I call Skinner and tell him the details,he tells
me he will get a tactical unit together in about an hour,to be ready. I
hang up with my heart in my throat.I'm on my way to rescue Mulder.


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    After talking to Scully,Sean drags me to the kitchen. He has no clue
wht I just managd to pull of. My little red headed Knight in shining
armour is on her way! Hoepfully.On that thought I poder what Scully
would look like a midevil suit.I silently chuckle at the thought of her
toppling over because of the weight. Then I picture her in a dress from
that time period,the low bodice,gracefull neck...whao. Stop there,task
at hand. Sean handcuffs me to the huge oak table.

   "One move,Mulder and I blow your head off." He grins at me.

  I cautiously ask. "Sean,Iwas wondering,why did you take me? I mean the
Bureau won't pay for agents,they especially won't pay for me.I'm not
exactly Mr. Popular at the Bureau."
Sean menwhile looks up at me from his cooking. Mmmmm,the smell of food
is enough to start my stomach growling. "Look Fox,I don't want to kill
you,but I have to. the voices said I must or I will never get to be a
god. Don't you get it? YOU are the ultimate sacrifice.You are the one
who caught me and brought me to mans justice. You thingk I'm a mortal
but I'm not. I'm a demon,trying to gain god-like powers. Killing those
women were the only way." With that,Sean continues cutting onions like
this was a sane and everyday conversation.

   To his left through the window I see movemnet,Scully is here to save
me!I quickly try to avert Seans attention. "So...what are you supposed
to do? Eat me? Cause I taste lousy with carrots.Is that how you are to
acheive your god-like status?

   Sean stares at me like I have suddenly grown two heads.Finally he
chuckles. " Shit you are stupid. Now wonder your friends call yo spooky.
Hell no,I'm making rabbit stew. Jackass." To prove his point,he holds up
a skinned rabbit. So much for my appetite. Like finding out your date is
a drag queen,the lust is pretty much gone.


    Everything in the next ten secons happen pretty quickly. From every
available entrance agenst pour in; from my point of view,they look like
termites with ties.Scully then blocks my view of agents arresting Sean
Cannon I sigh in relief as Scully uncuffs me.

    I look up at her and smile. " I bet you thought you'd never have the
pleasure of uncuffing me huh? Or should I say,cuffing me?'

    Scully just shakes her head. "You know Mulder,one of these days when
your sorry ass is in the grinder,I'm gonna remember all the cheesey one
liners I've had to listen to and I'm going to forget you ever
existed.Then where would you be?"

    I just laugh as we make our way to her car." Than you Scully,I know
you wouldn't abandon me.So,my tiny Knight in shining armour,did you cook
me dinner?"

    Scully lightly slaps my arm and smiles. "Yup root beer and a tuna
sandwich. But you'll have to wait until the paramedics give you the all
clear."
  

   I look at Scully imploringly. "But Scully! That will take hours!"

   Scully grins at me and replies. " I know."

    Together arm in arm we watch as Sean is taken away.My little Knight
has saved the day.
  

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