Part Eight
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NEAR THE LOS ANGELES AIRPORT
1800 HOURS
Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Giles, Ms. Calendar, and a somber Buffy accompanied Fox Mulder to the airport to pick up his partner. They all sat in silence, mulling over what Mulder had told them. It was very sad, and tragic. Buffy could relate to it. Everyone she knew was in danger. Vampires could come at anytime and snatch her friends and/or family, and use them against her.
The two cars pulled into the airport parking lot. They drove around for a while before finding two parking spaces near each other.
Xander and Buffy got out of Mulder's car, and stood beside it as the others got out of Cordelia's car and walked over to them.
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Dana Scully watched as the bags were off-loaded from the airplane that she had been on. As the bags came down the ramp, and turned around on a moving conveyer belt, she reflected on her trip. So far it had been uneventful, as usual plane trips go. She had sat down in her seat, eaten the on board food, trying not to taste it, while she had watched the in-flight movie, some horrible flick starring Chevy Chase. She shivered at the recollection of it.
Her luggage came down the black ramp, and she bent over to pick it up. Checking her small plain watch, she hurriedly straitened, and made her way towards the glass doors that led out off the airport. It was time for her to meet up with Mulder. 'He should be waiting right outside those doors...' she thought.
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Cancerman sat down at his desk and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket. He selected a slim silver colored one that shimmered when he held it up to the light. It had no marking on it. He inserted the key into a keyhole in the bottom drawer of him private desk. As the key clicked in place, he pulled open the drawer and drew from its contents a small, black box, a special device designed specifically for this occasion. It was a device which he had never hoped to use.
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Scully pushed open the glass door, and stepped out onto the concrete that composed the parking lot, he high heeled business shoes clicking as they touched the hard surface.
* * *
The group of people leaning against Mulder's rental car turned to see a petite redhead walk out of the airport. Murmurs of "is that her?" passed between members of the group.
* * *
Cancerman pushed the little red button on the top of the device, arming it.
* * *
Scully looked up and saw Mulder standing with a group of unfamiliar people. He didn't seem to be threatened by them, so she waved.
* * *
Cancerman depressed a small green button on his device, a button that had become lit when he had armed the device. He sighed.
* * *
Scully felt a piercing pain in the back of her neck, like some one had just stuck her with a very small needle. Her vision blurred, and she fell to her knees. The last thing she heard before she blacked out completely, was Mulder's desperate cry of her name.
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Cancerman returned his little black box to its rightful place in his drawer, completely aware of what he had just done, yet not the least concerned. It had to be so. He pushed himself out of his comfortable brown leather chair, and walked out the door, his day's work done.
* * *
Mulder could not believe what was happening. He was in shock as he ran numbly over to Scully's side. The thought, 'How can this be happening? She just got here' kept running over and over again in his mind. He turned her over, checking for signs of life. He lifted her eyelids, only to find that her eyes had rolled up into her head, leaving only the whites exposed. He checked her pulse. It was still there, thank God, but it was racing. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder, and looked up to see Buffy standing over him, concern and uncertainty written all over her face. "Call 911," he mumbled, tears streaming down his face in rivers, and falling on Scully's face. He gently wiped then off, then propped her head up onto his lap. "Scully, Scully," he kept repeating. "Don't leave me. I... I need you." He placed his hands on the crown of her head, searching with his mind for Scully's presence, or for any clue as to what had happened. His hands shook, and his mind was clouded with remorse. He couldn't think strait enough to properly use his abilities to help her. He gave up his futile attempt, and hoped feverently that the ambulance would arrive shortly.
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