Okay, this is just a short vignette I wrote in between
stories.  I wrote this in Geometry class, so please be kind.
I finally found out what school is good for!  It takes place
in the aftermath of Scully's abduction, right between "One
Breath" and "Firewalker".  Any and all comments, good or bad,
are welcome and greatly appreciated.

     All characters belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century
Fox, used without permission, yadda yadda yadda.  Insert
favorite disclaimer here:

And now, I give you....


                           MEMORIES
                    By: Alyse Wax (AlyseW)
                        ((((((O))))))


     Scully was jolted awake suddenly, sweat dripping off her
face.  All she remembered was bits and pieces of the all too
real nightmare; the shattering glass, the small, stuffy
trunk, the blood....  Part of her wanted desperately to know
what had happened, to fill in the gaps in her memory.  But,
subconsciously, Scully knew that what had happened should
*stay* buried in the deep recesses of her mind.
     Slowly crawling out of her bed, she went into the
kitchen and made herself a cup of chamomile tea.  She took
the tea into the living room, where she made herself
comfortable in her favorite chair, under a huge afghan.  She
tried to pay attention to a romantic comedy playing on the
late movie, but her mind soon wandered.
     She had woken like this too many times before.  She
didn't want to tell anyone.  She didn't want everyone to make
a big deal out of it.  She really shouldn't feel sorry for
herself.  After all, Mulder has lived with the pain of losing
Sam for over twenty years.
     Samantha.  That name brought an eerie sensation of de-
ja-vu crashing down over her.  She dismissed it as being due
to the fact that Mulder constantly spoke of his missing
sister.  Something else gnawed at her mind.  Something that
terrified her more than any other thought.  She began to
tremble so violently that tea splashed out on to her afghan.
What if... what if the same thing that happened to Sam had
happened to her?  Impossible.  Sam hadn't come back.  But
here Scully was, sitting in the present.
     In desperation not to think about it, Scully turned back
to the movie, but it was only minutes before she began
thinking about Mulder.
     Her mother told her that Mulder had almost made himself
sick with worry.  Scully knew that it had been his ceaseless
worry, along with the aid of the mysterious Nurse Owens, that
had brought her back from the edge.
     Scully fingered the gold cross at her throat.  Maybe she
should talk to Mulder.  After all, he knew more about
insomnia and bad dreams than anyone she knew.  She glanced at
the glowing blue numbers on her VCR.  2:31 A.M.  He'd be up.

End.

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