From: vcwoodward@itsnet.com (Val Woodward) Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 00:25:02 -0600 Subject: Remember Me Title: Remember Me Author: Grae E-mail: vicousgirrl@hotmail.com Distribution: Ask me first. Spoilers: Pilot. Rating: PG-13 Classification: MSR Summary: The woman of Mulder's dreams. Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder or Scully, they belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions. This is just a fantasy. Ok that is the best I can do. :) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Remember Me by Grae Mulder felt her again. She was here. He slowly opened his eyes. He had never seen her outside of his dreams, but felt like he knew everything about her. He knew he was dreaming, and always wished it would never end. He was laying on his couch, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen looking down at him. Her eyes were the most amazing color of blue. They seemed to pierce right through him. Maybe that's how she knew what he was thinking. She smiled at him. The most perfect smile. She had the most beautiful red hair, the silky strands falling around her face. Her face, so soft looking, it seemed to be without blemish or any mark, except for a perfectly fitting beauty mark just above her lips. And her lips, so sensuous. He wanted to taste and feel their sweetness. She never talked to him, just looked knowingly and lovingly down at him. He tried to remember every detail. She came to him every night, scaring away his nightmares. And every night he still found new things about her. He wished he could move. He wished he could touch her. But he knew the second he did she would start to leave. He would call out to her, beg her to stay, but she would already be gone. So he stayed perfectly still, moving only his eyes. She was always gloriously naked. She had the most perfect and beautiful body. Of course, he had always loved the woman body, but hers was above all measure of love. So perfect, surely no woman like his Scully could ever exist. Scully? What was that? That couldn't be her name. She had never spoken her name to him. Then where did it come from? His Scully. As strange as it sounded, it also sounded so right. Scully. His Scully. Yes. He knew she was only his imagination. But where had she come from? He felt so close to her. So safe with her. Everything was perfect when he looked up at her, nothing else mattered. She closed her eyes, and then opened them only part way. Like this she looked like a cat. He knew this gesture, she would be leaving soon. He could feel that she didn't want to leave him, but she couldn't stay forever, could she? Not unless he could sleep forever. He knew he would be awake soon. She reached up and touched his face. This surprised him, she had never done that before. Then he realized he was crying and she was wiping away his tears, her own starting to slowly fall. He knew when he woke up he would not remember. He never did. The minute he opened his eyes to the sun lit room, it was all gone. She was gone. But he did not know. This was confusing, for whenever he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, she was there, and he remembered. Perhaps this was better, for it allowed him to get on with his daily life. Alone. Always alone. Until he returned to her at night. She would always be there for him. And with her he would never be alone. He stared deep into her eyes, as she stared back into his. She opened her mouth to speak to him in what seemed the most familiar voice. "Remember me" was all she said. All he could do was nod his head. This would be his last dream of her, he knew this, dreaded this, but knew it had to come one day. It always did. He was meant to be alone. Suddenly he realized the sun was up, and he was just opening his eyes. Hadn't they already been open? He looked around confused. What was that? He tried desperately to remember, but could not. He got up to begin another day of work. This time not so alone. For he was told a new partner had been assigned to him. He had always liked working alone. It did not matter, for this new partner would not be with him long. He knew the Bureau was just sending someone to spy on him. He casually walked into his basement office. He started getting out slides he would be showing this partner of his, about the case he would be taking them on. He heard footsteps. When he turned around, he looked right into a face he felt he'd seen at least a million times before. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen stood in front of him. She smiled at him and introduced herself. Scully. His Scully. He looked at her and knew, he would never be alone again. The End xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feedback: Let me know what you think!! This was my first of what I hope to be many more stories. vicousgirrl@hotmail.com