Krycek:
The miles were sliding by once again. Next to me, he watched the road perhaps more intently than was necessary. His clothes were rumpled, his hair in disarray. I absently ran a hand through my own hair. Though I doubted the effort made me look any less freshly-fucked. The silence between us was my choice as much as his. I was floundering. I'd lost the script several pages back. On the one hand, I was dying to ask for an explanation. On the other hand, how exactly does one do that?
Besides, whatever he might say, it would be either too much or too little. Quite possibly both.
I must have been staring at him for something like ten minutes, but he never looked my way. I was falling into a trap, one I had been trying to avoid. Deliberately, I turned to look out the passenger side window. I watched the darkened landscape fly by, letting it lull me. I paid more attention as we passed a junction. A filling station and a convenience store, tightly closed for the night, stood at the cross roads. I almost dismissed the place until a flicker of movement caught my eye. In the side mirror, I watched a car pull onto the road behind us.
"Mulder," I said, nodding my head at the rear view mirror.
He saw it. I saw his jaw tighten. I kicked my bag under the seat. I had no doubt about who was following us. There was only the one road away from the facility. Traveling north, we were guaranteed to cross this place. They'd hustled to get people here. Our intrusion, it seemed, had produced more of a reaction than I'd expected. They wouldn't have bothered unless they had a really good reason. I briefly wondered which of the items in my bag was the real prize.
Mulder was speeding up in reaction to the menacing loom of the vehicle behind us. Ordinarily, I might have been less concerned. But with Mulder here...and already feeling so strangely out of control myself...I had a feeling of foreboding. And his rental would be no match in muscle or speed to their old Plymouth Nova.
I watched as if from very far away as the chase played out. I was struck by the idea that none of this night was real. Mulder swearing and sweating beside me seemed as far away as another continent. The looming headlights might as well have been a universe away.
The sound of grinding metal on metal snapped me out of my trance. I could see that Mulder was struggling to guide the car as we were forced to a halt. Just as our pursuers were becoming confident in their victory, Mulder slammed on the breaks. We were too far in the side-brush to recover, but our pursuers coasted a few hundred yards ahead before they came to a stop. My clever Mulder. He'd bought us a sliver of time. I realized all my panic was for him.
Now it was time to move. Mulder reached over and ran the back of his knuckles along my cheek. Before I could say anything, he turned away and was opening his door.
