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[mnt_mike]

She's going to kill him.
He's going to die, and it's going to be at her hand. Mike is sure of this.
As sure of this as he is of the fact that every muscle in his body is screaming.
Loudly.

"...i'm dying," he says to no one in particular as he lay across the living room floor of his flat.

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[mnt_donnie]

Okay, so it's a guilt trip rather than actual enforcement. Fair enough.

"Maybe you'll get time off for good behavior. When I talk to him, I'll tell him I want you to come home with me sometime soon."

[mnt_mike]

Hope springs anew!

"You'd do that? Really?"

beat.

"This isn't because you need me as a guinea pig, is it?"

[mnt_donnie]

"Oh no," Don says. "You have sussed out my evil plan. Whatever shall I do."

[mnt_mike]

"Are you using sarcasm to show that you don't want to use me as a guinea pig? Or are you using to throw me off the trail?

Have I gotten too close, Don?"

[mnt_donnie]

"You just keep searching, Mulder."

Don pats him on the head again and stands up.

[mnt_mike]

"Oh don't think I won't!"

But he won't, because the moment Don said Mulder Mike's entire train of thought derailed towards the destination Dana Sculley.

[mnt_donnie]

Just as planned.

"See ya, Mikey! Say hi to X for me."