From: DILBECK613@aol.com Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2001 23:13:10 EST Subject: Dreams Rated PG13 Source: direct Title: Dreams Author: Deanna Dilbeck Spoiler: TINH Rating: PG-13 Category: V Feedback: Please dilbeck613@aol.com Archive: Anywhere, but gossamer and spooky's, just let me know. Disclaimer: Mulder , Scully and company don't belong, in any way shape or form, to me, I'm just enjoying them. Summary: Scully has gone to pack up Mulder's things after his funeral and has a vision that gives her hope. Dreams by Deanna Dilbeck March 3, 2001 The day was damp, dismal and gray. It had started to rain the minute she stepped off the plane in Washington, and hadn't stopped the slow, languid drizzle, for the past two days. It fit her mood. She hadn't left his apartment since arriving back in Washington. She couldn't bring herself to do what she had come here to do. Pack up Mulder's things. Store away , or give away, a lifetime of him. Everyone had offered to help, but she had refused them all. She was the only 'family' that Mulder had, and she had to do this on her own. Scully sat on the couch, her tiny body pressed into the imprints left by night after night of Mulder lying on this same spot. The only sound in the room was the hum and bubble of the fish tank. Wrapping her arms tightly around her middle, she leaned her cheek down into the collar of Mulder's shirt that she now wore. It still held trace scents of his soap and aftershave. Closing her eyes, she let herself imagine, just for this moment, that it was his arms wrapped around her, his body she smelt. She knew that if Skinner, her mom, or even John Doggett, saw her right now, they would be beyond worried. One, the other, or all three had called her every two or three hours since the funeral. They were just concerned, they said. She knew they were worried about her and, in some ways, she was really beginning to worry about herself. They had buried Mulder three days ago in Raleigh, next to his mother and father and the memorial to Samantha, but she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that this wasn't the end. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but maybe it was that some part of her had slipped away. Away into a world of fantasy, dreaming dreams that could never become reality. Maybe they has a just cause to worry. Her heart mourned, but her mind felt numb. No tears would ever erase this loneliness, this ache. Part of her was gone, a part that gave her imagination, that let her mind feel free to dream. If she kept her eyes closed she could still see his face, her mind could still hear his voice. Clear, deep in her soul. 'You're the only one I trust.' He had trusted her to find him, to save him, and she had failed, miserably. All she had been able to do is lay him to rest in a cold, dark hole in the ground. A groan escaped her throat, as she slid further down on the couch, clutching the soft cotton of his shirt in tight fists. This couldn't be real, it just couldn't be. Curling into a tight fetal ball, she pressed her cheek against the cold fabric of his couch and drifted off into a troubled sleep, to chase dreams of him, her love, her touchstone, the father of her child. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A shrill child's laugh pulled her attention away from the book she was engrossed so deeply in. A smile of sheer joy tugged up the corners of her mouth, as she watched her beautiful little girl run merrily down the beach. Her head was turned back to watch excitedly as her father gave pursuit. The wind kept whipping her mass of dark curls into her eyes as she fervently tried to avoid the waves and her father's arms, at the same time. Squealing in delighted terror, she was swept up in her father's strong embrace and both fell laughing onto the wet sand. "Libby, you're gonna drown your father if you two keep it up." Laughter rang in her voice, as both father and daughter looked up at her and struck out their tongues simultaneously. "Mommy's trying to be a party-pooper Libby. Whata ya say, we see if she remembers how to swim?" Now it was Scully's turn to shriek in mock horror, as two very wet, sandy bodies dashed toward her. Jumping up, she evaded her daughter's grasp, but didn't quite escape Mulder's. Long arms pulled her up and up, off her feet and over his shoulder. Squealing louder than Libby, she pounded on his back and hips and kicked her feet wildly. But he only laughed harder and ran agilely toward the pounding surf. Before she could think of another course of action to benefit her escape, she felt the cold salt water lapping her bare feet. Well, she thought, if I'm going in, then somebody's going with me. Locking her arms around Mulder's waist she twisted her body to one side and down they went, icy Atlantic water drenching them both. She came up first and looked around to locate Mulder, but only saw Libby, rolling on the beach, giggles rendering her helpless. "Mulder? Fox Mulder, you better..." The sentence wasn't out before a pair of familiar tanned arms had her from behind, pulling her back under the waves in one swift motion. Sputtering and coughing she pushed back to the surface, strong hands under her arms were lifting her gently up; out of the water. A half-hearted threat bubbled to the surface, but was halted as warm salt-covered lips touched her own. Time and ocean seemed to stop in their place, as Mulder pulled her body tightly against his own and captured her bottom lip with his teeth, gently tugging her face closer. A groan of sheer pleasure sounded in her throat as his other hand buried in her hair and pulled her head back to give his lips access to her throat. "God Scully, you're beautiful." His tongue traced a warm moist path along the pulse in her neck and caused her knees to buckle, pressing her body even closer, if that were possible, to the hardness of his own. Passion filled her body with heat and longing, as his mouth traveled back up her jawline, nipping and licking the salty water as he went. As his lips captured hers again, both heard through passion clouded brains. "Ugh, Nanna, Mommy and Daddy are kissin' again." Both Mulder and Scully laughed against each other's mouths. Pulling back, they rested forehead to forehead, trying to steady their erratic breathing. "Maybe we'd better take this back up later, Mrs. Mulder." "I think that might be wise, Mr. Mulder." "Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, to call you that? Mrs. Fox William Mulder. It doesn't sound so bad, now that I can share it." Scully looked up into his hazel eyes. "This is real, isn't it?" "It will be." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scully woke with a start, the scent of sea, and the feel of ocean breezes, still lingering in her senses. Her cellphone chirping brought her back to earth. Her hands trembling, she picked it up off the coffee table. "Scully." "Dana, how quickly can you get back to Raleigh?" the end :)