From: Lis G Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2000 14:57:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Story Submission Source: direct Title: I Dream Author:La Reine de la Lune (LisG4247@yahoo.com) Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, etc. belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and FOX. Gilligan's Island currently airs on Nick at Nite. No copyright infringement is intended. Please don't sue me. Spoilers: A very tiny one for "Terma", but it's not relevant to the story Rating: PG for minor bad language Archive: Anywhere appropriate, just tell me so I can see it. Author's Notes: This is in response to leighcia's FanFic Challenge #3(Mulder chooses between Scully & Samantha) ------------------------------------------------------------------ It is cold in New York in the winter. My tank-top, skirt and sandals are not enough protection against the icy wind. He would have given me his jacket, but that would have been noticed. He put five hundred-dollar bills under my plate when he brought my breakfast, and that is all I have in the world except my inadequate clothes and my hope that my brother will take me in when I get to Washington. But I don't know how to get to Washington. I could fly, I suppose, but I don't know how to get to the airport from here and even if I did, is $500 enough to buy a ticket, and I'll need food and I don't even know where my brother lives in Washington. I don't see the taxi as I cross the street. It hits me and I fall, and fall, and... I sit up in my bed, which is not really my bed, in shock and fear. I stare at nothing for a few minutes until the sound of the door opening brings me back to the windowless room where I sleep. It's just Alex with my breakfast. He puts the tray on the table and turns to face me. "You had that dream again, didn't you?" I nod. "I didn't even make it across the street this time," I say. "I was hit by a taxi." He smiles at my dry way of telling it. "You'll have visitors, today." he says, changing the subject. "If you're lucky, you may leave us forever. In a good way," he adds quickly, "We're not going to kill you. You're too valuable for that. I'll get you when it's time." He stands up and leaves, closing and locking the door behind him. I stand up and go into my little bathroom to get dressed. In the eight years I've been here, I've never had visitors. Alex doesn't count as a visitor. Sometimes I wonder just who he pissed off to get the lowly job of bringing my food. Marita comes in a couple times a week to talk to me. She stopped monitoring me last year. I'm not brave enough to kill myself. When I'm dressed, in a tank top and skirt as usual, I take my breakfast into my big room, with the windows that I can see out of but no one can see in. Not that anyone could, ten floors up, but still. I turn on my computer and let it start up. I have no internet access. I turn on the TV and watch reruns of Gilligan's Island while I eat. I take my tray out to my bedroom and put it on the table. Alex never comes into my big room. He doesn't like the windows. He says he's afraid of heights. I play games on my computer for hours and then I read. I have almost every book I want. I'm not allowed to have murder mysteries, too many ideas. I wonder; who would I kill? The only people I ever see are Alex and Marita and both of them are nice people. I don't think I could ever kill anyone. The monitor in the corner of the ceiling flickers on. I have to watch and listen to their meetings, five floors down. They talk about ways to hide their operations from my brother. For some reason, they want me to know everything they do. It's almost lunchtime when the meeting ends. I go out into my bedroom to get my food, but when Alex shows up he doesn't have any food with him. Instead, he hands me my sandals and waits while I put them on. He holds the door open for me and I step uncertainly into an unfamiliar hallway, lined with numbered doors. I wonder what's behind them? We step into an elevator and he pushes the 5 button. The elevator starts down. I'm too scared to meet his eyes so I look at his hands instead. He never told me what happened that he needs a plastic arm. I've never asked. The elevator stops and we get out and walk down a hallway to an unmarked door. Alex opens the door and holds it open for me, but doesn't enter. He looks sad and scared as he closes the door behind me. I am separated from the rest of the room by glass walls with speakers set in them. In another glassed in part of the room is a woman with red hair. She's pulled her chair over to the window. I don't have a window, but I have a chair, so I sit down. A door in the main part of the room opens and three men walk in. I recgonise all of them. Alex is there, and so is the man who always smokes cigarettes during the meetings. The third man is... "Fox?" I stand up and walk to the glass wall that separates me from the men. Fox doesn't seem to have heard me, he's focused on the red-haired woman. "Scully?" he calls, "Scully are you alright?" He walks over to the glass wall separating them. She looks up. "Mulder." she says. I'm not used to hearing my last name, but I look at her anyway, out of reflex. Fox sees me. "Who is she?" he asks the Smoking Man. "Why, Mr. Mulder," he says, smiling around his cigarette, "I thought you'd recognize your own sister." Fox turns to look at the Smoking Man. "That's not my sister." he says. "She's too young. Samantha's only four years younger than me." "Really, Mr. Mulder," says the Smoking Man, "We had her cryogenically frozen until 1992." "No." says Fox. "I've seen too many of your Samantha clones. This is just another trick!!" "No!!!" I say. I don't know where that came from, but I can't stop talking. "Fox, I know you've believed in a lot of stuff for my sake-" "How do you know that?" he breaks in. "They make me watch their meetings, but that's not the point. I know you've believed in a lot of stuff for my sake...Please...Believe in me." I throw myself down on the bed and bury my face in the pillow. I can't even cry. The door opens and closes. I throw my sandals at whoever is standing near the door. I don't know if they hit him(her?) and I don't care. The person sits on the edge of my bed and puts their hand on my shoulder. "Sam..." It's Alex. I move away from him. For the first time in my life, I want to be alone. He puts something over me and leaves. He doesn't lock the door. I open my eyes. He's given me his jacket. There's something in the pocket. I take it out. A ticket to Washington on a plane leaving at six the next morning; a passport, with a recent picture of me, that says I was born in 1984; five hundred dollars in cash; and an envelope that says "Don't leave before midnight and DO NOT OPEN UNTIL YOU ARE ON THE PLANE" in Alex's handwriting. I put the jacket on, put everything he's given me in the inside pocket and go into my big room to wait until midnight and freedom. ------------------------------------------------------- The End Questions, Comments and Feedback can be sent to LisG4247@yahoo.com This is my first story. Be kind.