From: GENXFILES101@aol.com
Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 12:19:26 EST
Subject: Fanfic submission
Source: direct

Title - Dreams
Author - Gen
Email - GENXFILES101@aol.com
Rating - PG
Rating Note - A little sad, some child abuse
Classification - VA - Vignette/Angst
Spoilers - Demons
Summary - Kris awakens in the middle of the night and learns 
something more about Mulder
Feedback - I'd LOVE some;) send any comments to the address above
Archive - Anywhere, just keep my name on it. (And if you think 
it's good enough for Gossamer, by all means archive it!!)
Author's Note - This fic came together in one of my writing fits.
 I liked the angle, since I haven't read anything else like this.
 It also comes from an experience I had, which was not very 
pleasant. 
Disclaimer - The X-Files and Mulder don't belong to me, (Darn!!)
they belong to Twentieth Century Fox and Ten Thirteen Productions
(and the nazi CC) but the other characters are mine. This is to 
assure all human beings and lawyers reading this that I'm not
making any money off it. Dammit. LEAVE ME ALONE!!
 
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                                    Dreams
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   'Are you ok?" She approached the little boy who sat in the 
middle of the floor, rocking back and forth slightly. 'What's 
wrong? It's ok, I won't hurt you." He looked up at her. There 
was something eerily familiar about the look in his hazel 
eyes. She guessed he was probably only twelve, twelve and a 
half, but his eyes looked tired, like they belonged to a 
man at the end of his life.

   She came closer, kneeling down, seeing the tears on 
his cheeks. His eyes followed her every move, but he looked 
as though he trusted her. She reached out, touching his 
shoulder blade only to have him jump and hiss in pain. 
  She pulled back her hand quickly. Then she saw the blood.
  He had a gash there, as though he were hit with a belt.
  'Who did this to you? Your father?" The boy nodded solemnly, 
looking down at the floor as if ashamed.  

   Suddenly she heard a sob....

   Scully jerked awake. It was a dream. But what did it 
mean? She got up from the couch and walked to the bed were 
Mulder slept. She Insisted that she stay to watch him.
 Quietly, she walked into the room and her heart ached 
for him. He was having nightmares again, curled up into a 
fetal position with the blankets throw off of him. He was 
probably dreaming about the night his life changed forever. 

   The night she was taken from him....

   That man, that so called doctor who had injected him 
with..... whatever it was, instead of helping him, brought 
up even more painful memories. New nightmares....

   She walked over to him, then pulled the blankets over 
his bare back and gasped. There, on his shoulder blade was 
a scar. Faded, it looked so much smaller on his wide, adult 
back. Now she knew.
   'No. Please. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he muttered in his 
sleep. How could his father do this to him? Such a sweet and 
intelligent child? No real father would ever steal the innocence 
of their child that way. 'I tried! I couldn't stop them! 
I didn't want them to take her!" 

'Mulder," she whispered gently into his ear. 'Wake up. 
 It's ok." His eyes snapped open, tears filling them, 
looking exactly like the frightened boy in her dream. 
'It's ok. You're safe." He reached out and wrapped his 
arms around her waist. 'I couldn't stop them..." he said in 
a choked whisper. 'It wasn't your fault. You have to stop 
blaming yourself." She held him close, comforting him. 
After a long silence, his voice came through. 'Thank you." 
'For what?" 'For understanding me. For being my friend" 
'You're welcome" she replied softly.
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Yes, I know, quite depressing, but I was in a depressed 
mood. So DEAL with it! :::snicker:::