Fugues Fiction Archive

“Mulder unbuckled his seat belt and leaned toward her. ‘His pattern suggests tonight’s the night, and his fantasy has escalated to a point that I don’t think a little entourage of FBI agents will be enough to stop him, now that he thinks he’s won this round. Within the next hour, he’s going hunting.’ He closed the distance between them and kissed her chin. ‘Can you’” still see him?” Rated PG-13. (28 k)

Haynes, Anne, ”ACROSS THE RUBICON”