From: "Whiskey Queen" Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 07:41:49 -0000 Source: direct TITLE: No More AUTHOR: Lizzi Wareham RATING: R CATEGORY: S/A KEYWORDS: Rape SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: See part 1 (No Answer) No More is Scully POV WARNING: This fic contains reference to Rape, although there are no graphic scenes about it. It is all implied rather than described. FEEDBACK: Of course! As much as possible please to xfreak82517@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, damn it! They unfortunately belong to Chris Carter, FOX and 1013 Productions. I am just borrowing them for the duration. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am asleep and dreaming. I am dreaming of that night again, as I have done every night since. I can see his face so clearly. He's in front of me, and then he's hitting me, again and again and again. No more! I open my eyes. He's now here, in front of me. It's going to happen again, I know it is. I am suddenly naked from the waist down. I don't know how that happened. He is naked from the waist down too. I cast my gaze to the ceiling not wanting to look at him. He's moving closer to me. He's on top of me, pounding in and out of me. I am dry and he is hurting me. He continues to pound and pound into me. No more! Please! I close my eyes again. He is not here. I am thankful. I fall back to sleep moments later, but am assaulted with vivid images, flashbacks to what happened. I am plagued by nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. No more. Please. I don't think I can take this any longer. I swallow two of the anxiety pills the doctor gave me. They are having little if no effect. These nightmares and flashbacks are all too real and paralyzing. Nothing can stop them. Nothing. My apartment is empty. I am alone. I don't like being here alone. It scares me. It happened here only a week ago. I was on my own then, as I am now. I wish Mulder were here. He'd make sure nothing harmed me. But I made sure of that, didn't I? I go to the bathroom to wash my face with cold water. There is a row of pill bottles lining the sink. They look tempting, too tempting. I cannot resist their power to permanently clear my mind of HIM, and that night. I take one pill. Nothing. I take another pill, and another and another, pill after pill, after pill. No more. I hope what I have taken is enough to rid him from my mind. He has hidden there for too long and I cannot accommodate him any longer. The world around me is fading and fading fast. The quantity I swallowed will suffice. My legs go numb and I collapse on the bathroom floor, narrowly missing the edge of the bath on my descent. My stomach and chest go heavy next, and then the movement of my arms and fingers ceases. I am slowly losing the feeling in my body. Next to go is my mouth. It hangs open loosely and I feel the last little bit of saliva trickle across my cheek. I can feel no more. The little voice in my head is starting to disappear. The last thing I hear it say is "I love you mom. I love you Mulder. I'm coming home Ahab." I hear the voice no more. A black fogginess is looming closely. It will consume me very shortly. I will be grateful. No more will Mulder look at me with pity in his eyes. No more will I have to be strong. No more will the ghost of Dan Benton haunt my dreams, day or night. I will be free. The blackness has me in its grasp. I'm slipping away. I live no more. FIN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would just like to thank Nancy, coz without her; this wouldn't be as good as it is. Thanks Nancy!!!!