Date: Sat, 02 Dec 2000 21:44:12 -0500
Subject: xfc: New!  I'm Here by Ana Hawkman (1 of 1)
Source: xfc

Title: I'm Here
Author: Ana Hawkman
Category: MSR, post-Roadrunner
Rating: PG-ish. 
Feedback: Love it. Tell me honestly 
what you think. 
Archving: PLEASE. I beg of you. 
Author's notes: Sorry Meg, another 
story without beta-ing before posting. 
This one only took ten minutes to 
write! Talk about spur-of the moment! 
This is my first "yeah-right" fanfic
... the others I tried to make somewhat 
realistic. Oh, well, it was fun. The only 
bad part is, it'll go down under my 
name at Gossamer. 
Summary: Don't we all wish THIS would happen?

One more thing: I want to see how many 
of you want me to make a webpage with 
all of my stories on it. If enough of 
you want it, or even give a crap, 
I'll go ahead and make one. Thanks!





I'm Here
By Ana Hawkman

"NO! DON'T DO THIS! I'M GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!" 
I'm shrieking, more scared than I've ever 
been in my life, for many reasons. 

For one, I've never had to protect another 
life within myself before. Never have I 
had the responsibility of taking care 
of myself in order to care for someone else. 
And secondly, I wouldn't be so afraid if 
I knew Mulder were here to save me. He's 
always had a way of saving my life that's so 
on-time, so careful, so gentle, so... Mulder.

I struggle against restraining arms, and 
shriek with fear, with agony. 

"Scully! ... Scully, wake up. Wake up, 
you're dreaming!" That voice. His voice. 
I cease my struggling and listen. I open 
my eyes from flinching as I have been, and 
meet soft, hazel ones. "It was a dream, 
Scully. Just a dream." I collapse into his 
arms, and cradles the back of my head with 
his hands, resting it on his shoulder. 

In my sleep-drugged mind, I haven't the 
thought to hold back. I allow my tears to 
fall. 

"Scully... shhhh, it's all right. 
It's all right." 

"Mulder," I whisper.

"That's me, Scully. Remember, your other 
half?" He strokes my hair, runs his hand 
soothingly up and down my back. I was 
dreaming. Dreaming. I put my hand to my 
abdomen tentively, terrified. I wish so 
badly that I could have a baby... it is a 
constant, sharp pain. My subconcious is 
a cruel part of me, making my dreams come 
true in the middle of an absolute nightmare. 

Mulder's hand comes to rest on mine, warming me. 

"She's fine, sweetie," I look up, confused, 
and his eyes reassure me. He kisses my forehead, 
then murmurs against it, "The baby is fine. 
She's safe." 

Oh.

My.

God.

That part wasn't a dream. I close my eyes, 
and allow myself to sink back into the 
warmth of our bed. Mulder spoons up around 
me, and I feel so *safe.*

His hand rests on my tummy again, palm flat, 
and rubs small circles on it with his thumb. 
I take a deep breath.

"It's okay, Scully, you were just dreaming. 
I've heard that women get really wierd dreams 
during pregnancy... it's normal. I'm right here, 
I'm not going to let anything happen to you." 

And I know he won't.






Finis
Don't we all wish?!
feedback gobbled up greedily at AnaHawkman@hotmail.com