From: "Angela Foss" Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 14:05:55 EDT Subject: Nightmares II: Nowhere to Turn by spirit1013 Source: direct Title: Nightmares II: Nowhere to Turn Author: spirit1013 Rated: PG Category: VA Spoilers: Mythology, up to and including Requiem Keywords: Scully POV Summary: "How am I to tell her that it's not what's wrong, it's what's right?" Disclaimer: The X-Files and all of it's characters belong to Fox, 1013 Productions and Chris Carter. Archive: anywhere except Gossamer (I will submit there myself). Notes: I know it's a little disjointed and the continuity kinda bites, but go with it :-), it's a mood piece! (Also, you know something's up when the notes and *stuff* are longer than the story!) Feedback: (please please please!)would be greatly appreciated (and a reply guaranteed!) You can e-mail me at spirit1013@hotmail.com. "They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. Although they go forth weeping, bearing precious seed, they shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves." Psalms 126:5-6 Nightmares II: Nowhere to Turn When I was little, I believed that my parents would always be there, would always understand my problems. Who would have thought that years late I would be sitting on my mother's porch, with no idea how to tell her the story of my life? She isn't home now, thank God, I need time to think. The other day she asked me what was wrong. How am I to tell her that it's not what's wrong, it's what's right? But by being right it is so wrong? How do I tell her that her unmarried, infertile daughter is pregnant and that the only person that she trusts is gone? It rained today. I called my mom this morning, she came over and I told her everything. I should have known better. She didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I wanted her to say. That she was happy? That would deny it's horrific reality. That she was sad? That would deny the miracle. When I told her that I didn't know how it happened, she just nodded. In shock I think. I went home and cried myself to sleep. I woke in the middle of the night to a raging thunderstorm. The tree outside being whipped in the wind, in the pounding rain. I felt like that tree, my leaves getting torn from my body, ripped and shredded, leaving me bare and unprotected. My only defense is gone, and I have nowhere to turn.