From: "Lily ." Date: Mon, 07 Dec 1998 21:35:44 PST Subject: Dear Dana Dear Dana By Lily Rating: PG Keywords: A lot of MSR, some angst Summary: This is inspired by "Dear Scully" by Rebecca Rusnak, so please read hers first. It's very very good. Spoilers: None whatsoever. Safe reading for newbies. Classification: I can't figure out the abbreviations, but there's some angst and a lot of MSR. (That's the one abbreviation I know.) Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully don't belong to me. They belong to CC, 1013 and FOX (Who are trying to shut down all our X-Files sites, so make sure to fight for our free speech.) No contract infringement is intended. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) DEAR DANA, By Lily dear scully the fog is leeving i can see bedder now i dont no ware i am but i dont think im in that sell aneemor it feels bedder here ***** dear Scully, my hed is cleerer now but im still confused. ware am i? I thot i saw yoo last nite, but mabee not. i think yoo were heer. ***** Dear Scully, I feel much bedder today. i know i'm still not spelling everything rite, but at leest i know i can think. it was so terrabul knowing ther was nothing i could do about it and just not being abel to think at all. But it was worst becos i didn't think i'd ever see you again. I mite have seen you agane last nite, but i think it was a dream. ***** Dear Scully, I think Im getting most of my mind back. I remember what they did to me now. I know they took my mind and my memories. I remember things I dont want to rember like the floor being shocked. I think i remeber some test. I just know I can think bedder than befor. Just not as good as befor all this starded. ***** May 20, 1998 Dear Scully, I asked someone the date and they told me. For a while no one would talk to me. I think they wer scared of me. Becos i was so dumb for a while. I remember you rescued me from where I was. Do you know what they did to me? Please tell me Scully. It scares me. ***** May 21, 1998 Dear Scully, For the first time in a long time I think I might actually be OK at the end of all this. I still don't remember some things. I son't remember the place I was held. At least not most of it. Just the floor. I remember that I wrote to you. I know that much. I don't know what happened to me between the last letter I wrote to you and just a few days ago. I guess I never will. I don't think I want to. A few days ago I woke up here. For a second I thought I was back in that place, but then I saw flowers on the table. I guess you sent them. I know now that I'm in a hospital. The nurse told me today that I can leave soon. Wooohooo! I can't wait to get out of here. How did you ever find me? When I was in that place, I mean. Did they send my letters? I wish you never saw the last ones. I can only guess what they were like. I have to talk to you. I haven't see you in so long, unless you count that dream. ***** May 23, 1998 Dear Scully, GET ME OUT OF HERE! Sorry I didn't write yesterday, but all the nurses in the damn hospital were hovering over me all day and I was exhausted at night. Do you know how long they can talk? I can't stand this place anymore. I think I'm geting cabin fever. SAVE ME! ***** May 24, 1998 Dear Scully, The nurses said I could leave today. Finally. Why didn't you ever visit me? Why have I been writing to you instead of talking to you? I never occured to me to ask one of those nurses. They probably wouldn't know anyway. They all look like airheads. Well, I guess I'll see you today. I can't sit still long enough to write anymore. I've been cooped up for so long, I'm practically bouncing off the walls. Did I mention that I can't wait to get out of here? ***** May 24--Later Dear Scully, Well, I asked one of the nurses why I hadn't seen anyone, and she actually knew! She said I'd been quarantined, so that they could accurately gauge my progress without any outside factors. That's why I didn't get to see you. I hope they gave you my letters. See you soon. ***** May 24--Later Still Dear Dana, I have to talk to you as soon as I get out of here. It can't wait. I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow, but that seems so far away. We have to talk about us. And I have something to tell you that I can't write. I have to tell you in person. I think I've know it all along, really, but I just now realized that I have to tell you before it's too late. ***** J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING WASHINGTON DC MAY 25, 1998 "Did you get my letters, Scully?" Mulder asked, as he walked into their basement office. "Yeah," she answered, holding up a thick sheaf of papers. She looked sad for a second. "Every one." "How did you find me?" "I got the letters in the mail on the fifth. I guess someone wanted me to know what was happening to you. I took them to Frohike and Langley and Byers and they helped me find you. I just got you out of there as quickly as I could." She could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, but felt them falling all the same. "I couldn't stand to just sit here while those bastards were messing with your mind like that. The guys worked with a few of the scientists from the hospital and they found an antidote for whatever you got. No one knew if it would work until a few days ago." She paused for a second, wiping a tear from her eye. "What were you so desperate to talk to me about?" "Scully--Dana--When I was in the hospital I got to thinking and I realized that I had to tell you something before I lost the chance to tell you." He walked across the room to where she stood next to his desk. Her head was still lowered, as she tried not to let him see her crying. He lifted her chin until her eyes met his and continued. "There are so many times when one of us has almost died and I just kept thinking that I might not get another chance to tell you." He paused. "I need you to know that I love you." She didn't look as shocked as he'd expected. he thought. "I know, Mulder. I love you, too." She could still feel tears streaming down her face, but now they were tears of happiness. "I think I like the sound of that," he murmered. "Say it again." "I love you, Mulder," she whispered, as she stretched up on her toes to lightly touch her lips to his. "Call me Fox," he told her, and their lips met. ***** RESIDENCE OF FOX MULDER AND DANA SCULLY ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA JULY 8, 1998 Scully looked down at the gold band on her finger as she heard Mulder's car pull into their driveway. She had stayed at home that day, telling him only that she needed a break. He had looked at her with deep concern, but at her insistence that she was alright he had reluctantly gone off to work alone. She suppressed a giddy laugh as she heard his hey in the lock. He opened the door and she looked him solemnly. "I went to the doctor today, Fox." He dropped his breifcase in the doorway, and stared at her for a second, before running to her side protectively. "What is it? Why were you at the doctor? Is it your cancer? Did something happen? Are you okay?" She couldn't hold the laugh in any longer. "I'm perfectly fine, Fox." She wanted to hold the suspense out just a bit longer, but couldn't quite manage. "Actually, Dr. Lee said we're both fine." He looked at her with an expression of utter perplexity on his face. "We? What do you mean?" She looked down ar her belly, then back up at him shyly. "I'm pregnant, Fox. We're going to have a baby." "Really? You mean it? Oh my God! This is wonderful!" He wrapped his arms around her tightly, enveloping her in a giant bear hug that practically knocked the breath out of her. But she didn't care. She always felt at home in his arms. "My dear Dana," he whispered. ***** That's it. Sorry, but I'm really bad with endings. Thanx for reading.