X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Five
At shortly after two o'clock in the morning, a man Scully has met before, on occasion, but whose name she doesn’t know, arrives at the back door to collect Mr. Nelson. The British airman is still exhausted, but he’s had a full meal, at least, and Scully has provided him with more food to be eaten during the journey. She and the stranger exchange no words other than what is required for the hand-off, and Scully breathes an enormous sigh of relief as she closes and locks the door behind them.
I can still manage a few hours of sleep if I go to bed now, she thinks to herself, rolling her head in a slow circle, massaging the kink that’s formed at the back of her neck. She begins to drag herself slowly upstairs… but before she’s even gone halfway, there’s a loud, frantic pounding on the kitchen door.
Scully startles and just barely manages to catch herself before she falls down the stairs. She turns and runs back down to the kitchen, hoping whoever it is won’t knock again, hoping that her neighbors haven’t already woken up. As she nears the door, she hears a sound that’s familiar, but very out of place: the weeping of a child. Her stomach contracts in fear.
Scully throws open the back door to reveal Walther Skinner, hat-less and coat-less, cradling little Christine Marchand in his arms. The child is shivering, in spite of being wrapped in Skinner’s overcoat, and she’s struggling to free herself from his hold. Skinner rushes inside and releases Christine, who immediately tears across the room and crouches under the counter, making herself as small as possible, looking out over the room with eyes like a hunted animal.