From: McknzieDCK@aol.com
Date: Fri, 6 Aug 1999 16:18:24 EDT
Subject: Nightmare
Source: direct

Title: Nightmare 
Author: S. Biddle
E-Mail: AgentBiddle@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 for dark content
Classification: Vignette 
Copywright: CC, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox own them. 
Summary: A look into the darkness that is Mulder's nightmares...


Nightmare
Fox Mulder's Home
Apartment 42  10:13 pm

	Mulder shut the door to apartment 42 quietly, after all it was
late, and no matter how much he wanted to slam it, he respected his
nieghboors. And th e fact that they had complained about practically
everything that went on in volving him. So maybe there was a gunshot now
and then, the occasional NSA s py breaking down his door. Who knew blood
stained? 
	The weary FBI agent shrugged his jacket onto the floor and layed
down on the couch with an exhasperated sigh. The old leather grunted in
protest. Mul der slid off his tie and kicked off his shoes, his eye lids
suddenly seemed to be twenty pounds. He was more than happy to shut them
and drift off into sleep. 

Fox Mulder's Home Apartment 42 1:14 am

	Mulder's eyes shot open. Dark. It was pitch black. Where the hell
was he? Oh yeah. Home. His eye's dialated, moonlight slipped through the
shades, ee rie shadows danced across the floor. Tiny particles floated
lazily, Mulder f elt his eye lids begin to droop. Movement. 
           The dust swirled. His throat trembled. He sat up on one elbow,
hi s eyes helplessly searching the room. Damnit he couldn't see! And then
it hi t him, fear. Deathly gripping fear. 
	It curled it's fingers around his neck, he felt the bile rise. His
eye's stung and teared. His chest heaved.
	It was here. They were going to come. 
	The Nightmares. 
	He felt the black hollowness envelop him, curl around him like a
snake. T here was no stopping it. No use trying to stay awake, it would
wait, patient ly...never wavering.
	He clutched at his chest as the pain shot through his heart. The
nightmar es whispered "Samantha..." 
	"No..." Mulder turned over, shoved his face into the warm black
leather.  Hide! His mind cried. He wrapped his arms around himself.
"No..." he mumbled
 as his eye lids fell, the sleep taking over. 
	And the nightmares came. Samantha's face fresh in his mind, so
vivid he c ould touch her and feel it. But nothing changed, If it wasn't
that night it was him running. Chasing the van as her little face peered
out the window, h e never could keep up. 
	And he always woke up. Chest heaving and gasping, clawing
desperatly at t he air, tears running down his face.
	The nightmares, they always won. 

FINIS