This is not an apology snippet nor is it a denial snippet, so read with caution...

FIC: After the shooting
Author: Bertie
Email: bermille@earthlink.net
Warning: Don't look at me, I just write what my muses tell me to! I have never done anything even remotely similar to this so please tell me where I made mistakes! 

I do not know how I did it. I saw him with a gun in his hand pointed at Mulder, again, threatening his life. Was he really protecting Mulder when he told me to choose? Did he really know? There wasn't enough time. I couldn't even make out what he was saying. I just saw that gun in his hand and I saw red.

It came down to this, this was the only way out, out of the uncertainties, out of the unanswered questions. Would he ever give any of us answers? Did he really have any? Maybe he was more of a patsy than any of us. Maybe he didn't know the answers at all. He was shooting in a barrel like the rest of us.

And maybe I'm just coming up with excuses for shooting a man right between the eyes.