From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 17 Apr 2001 20:33:59 -0000
Subject: TELEPATHY - A night in universe by Kemariah

Reply To: kemariah@hotmail.com


Hy everyone!

I thought I'd write this story because there are sometimes 
weird nightly things going on, we just can't explain...dreams 
for instance, which are closer to reality than we had ever 
thought...


Telepathy
A night in universe



Above them in the sky, something strange was going on. The 
moonlight broke through their windows and a wind breeze blew 
around their faces.
Although they were at two different places, they could feel 
the nearness of each other. Closer and closer...

11:00 pm
Lone Gunmen

The Lone Gunmen were sitting in their van, watching the 
starful sky through a telescope.
"Oh, man! Look at this!", Langly suddenly cried. 
He passed the telescope to Bayers, who was standing right 
behind him. As Bayers looked through, he could see something 
like a bright glowing straight line of stars. "That's amazing"
"Yeah..." 
"What is this?", Bayers asked, "it looks like a line of stars"
"Actually it is a line of our planets", Langly explained. 
"What do you mean by that?" 
Frohike suddenly showed interest in this event and pulled away 
the telescope, so that he could have a look through it.
"What we see here guys, is a planet constellation 
that appears every 300 years!", 
Langly explained, "the planets turn into a straight line. 
This event influences people. This event let awake 
people's worst nightmares, deepest fears, strongest 
wishes and feelings."
"Well, I haven't realized anything yet...", Byers said 
disappointed.
"It just happens to certain people.", Langly answered, looking 
up to the sky.
"I'm sorry, Bayers. You don't seem to be special enough", 
Frohike grinned.
Bayers looked back angrily and sat down in front of his 
computer, to watch the event on the screen. 
"Enjoy this moment guys. At midnight it's gone and the next 
time we get so see this is in 300 years..." 


11th November 98
10.30 p.m.
Mulder's apartment

Mulder was lying on his couch, watching TV and changing from 
one channel to the other. "Bullshit", he moaned and threw away 
the remote control.
Now the room was filled with darkness and he wanted to sleep, 
but there was something that didn't let him to.
When he closed his eyes, he saw Scully lying in bed. 
Suddenly he got a strange feeling and wanted to push his 
thoughts away, but there was always her in front of his eyes.
He knew, that something was wrong at this time. He felt like 
something bad had happened...as he couldn't find any possible 
answer, he finally fell asleep.

The shade of a woman turned into a dim light. It was Scully.
She was standing in a corridor of a hospital. Her face was 
pale, her muscles loose.
She was wearing a hospital gown. Her face was pale, her hair 
was strained and she felt very weak. There was fear in her 
eyes. She feared of what would happen next. In her hand, she 
was holding files of her censure. "Washington Memorial 
Hospital" was written on them. Slowly, she began to move along 
the corridor. She heard voices coming out of the sick rooms. 
Finally she stopped in front of a telephone box and picked up 
the receiver.
She dialed Mulders number. As Mulder answered at the other end 
of the line, Scully tried to answer, but no word came out. 
"Scully is that you?", he asked.
"Yes..."
"Scully I've tried to reach you, but you were not available. 
Where have you been?" 
"I...", Scully started, "I was working at home", she lied.
"So have you examined the dead body?"
"No...I had no time.", her voice was getting thinner.
"Scully, you promised me. I need the autopsy report 
immediately!" 
"I'm sorry..."
For a moment, Mulder didn't say a word. Scully could hear his 
breath, as her partner sighed at the other end of the line.
"Scully, I want you to go to Russia with me. I have our flight 
tickets right here!"
Scully got a bad feeling. 
"Mulder I can't.", she said keeping herself out of crying. 
Mulder had this confused look in his face.
"What?" 
For an instant, Scully took all her voice she had to keep on 
speaking.
"I can't work on this any longer." 

"Scully? Why? What is it?" 
"I just can't." 
"Scully, I need you on this. You know, what this work means to 
me. You can't stop it right now." 
"I have to." 
Scully could feel a tear rolling down her cheek. 
"We are close to something. I know it. Don't you trust me 
anymore?"
"Mulder, I do!" 
"No, you don't. Why do you want to stop our work now?!"
"I just think that this case isn't worth investigating."
"Is there anyone else, you are working for?" Mulder voice got 
strict.
Scully wanted to say, that there was no-one else, but she 
couldn't say anything. 
"Who are you working for, Scully? For me? 
For the Secret Service?! D.O.D.?! 
It's them, isn't it? The smoker and his sick friends!"
"No! Mulder, please!"
"You've been lying to me. Haven't you? You've been working 
for them the whole time and I trusted you. Go Scully! I will 
do this without you. You've never treated my work seriously!"
Scully couldn't keep herself straight anymore.
"You misunderstand!", she cried.
Then there was silence at the end of the line. 
"Mul - !" 
It was too late, Mulder had hung up. Scully tried to stand 
straight, but somehow she felt weaker and weaker.
Before she burst into tears, she still was able to put the 
receiver back onto the telephone. This couldn't be true, she 
thought. 
Then she looked up along the corridor and started moving. As 
she took one step forward, she could feel her blood, raising 
up her head. She suddenly felt dizzy and grabbed for the 
telephone, but she couldn't keep herself straight and finally 
collapsed onto the ground of the hospital corridor. In the 
next moment there was darkness around her.
The last thing she realized, was a nurse trying to lift her up 
and checking her pulse. "I need a stretcher and a 15 ml 
injection immediately!" 

With tired eyes Scully gazed at the mirror in front of her. 
Her nose had stopped bleeding...also the blood that had run out 
of her mouth...but it's trace was still visible in the basin of 
her bathroom. She was in her underwear, staring at her 
reflection. This wasn't her, she thought...not herself...but she 
just had to accept this matter of fact. In her face, there was 
sorrow and fear. She feared of what Mulder was doing now. 
Maybe he was in a bar and got drunken himself. Mulder had said 
bad things to her. Things, that really hurt her.
She hadn't told him what she wanted to say. No-one knew that 
her disease had gotten worse...and no-one ought to know. It was 
the end-stadium. It was just a question of time until...if 
Mulder just knew. She didn't want to pass self-pitied 
discussions with anyone...but she felt that she was falling 
deeper and deeper and somewhere down at the bottom she was 
screaming for help. 
At this very moment, she heard somebody pounding at her door. 
Scully looked up, grabbed her bathrobe and hurried into the 
living room. She glanced at her watch. 
It was 10.45 pm. Without looking through the peephole, she 
unlocked the door and pulled it open. Mulder was standing in 
front of her. Leaning against the door, his shirt loose open, 
his hair twisted and his warm green eyes staring on her.
"Mulder! Come in!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him into her 
living room. 
"I'm so happy to see you..." , Scully whispered "why aren't 
you in Russia?"
"I canceled my flight.", Mulder answered.
Scully quickly took a step toward him and hugged him.
Then she let him go and Mulder looked down at her with a 
worried face. 
"Scully, I need to talk to you!" Before he could go ahead, 
Scully said: 
"Wait a minute, I just get dressed."
As she turned back, to hurry into her bedroom, Mulder caught 
her by her arm and pulled her softly back to him. 
"Scully, I know what's happened."
Scully looked away from him, not breaking his gaze. 
"I've just heard it. I was a fool to believe, that you were 
working against me!"
Mulder desperately glanced at her and lifted her chin with his 
fingers, so that she looked straight in his eyes. 
"Scully, I know what you are going through." 
Mulder nearly whispered and his voice was very dump. 
"I'm so sorry...if I had known...I..."
"I'm sorry for what I've said to you." Scully shook her head. 
She wanted to say, that he hadn't to apologize, when he added:
"Why haven't you told me?", he begged.
"I was scared...I didn't know what to say, because I know that 
this work means so much to you"
"No...Scully, you mean so much to me."
Mulder hugged her and nestled his body softly to hers. 
"I'm just so sorry."

Scully had forgiven him and before he could continue, she 
quickly let her fingers rest on his lips, so that he couldn't 
keep on speaking. 
"I'm so sor.."
"Mulder shut up and kiss me..." Scully whispered, and reached 
out to press his lips on her mouth. Mulder didn't respond, he 
just pulled her in for a warm embrace. They closed their eyes 
and kissed.
"I'm so sorry", Mulder whispered again and kept on kissing, 
"...so sorry..."
It seemed, as if they lost control of themselves. Mulder took 
her in his arms and they kissed wilder and wilder...falling into 
passion.
Mulder embraced her back and started kissing a trace along her 
neck.
"Mulder, do you want me...?" Scully whispered breathlessly. 
Mulder glanced into her shining eyes.
"Yes, but..."
"Yes, or no."
She dragged his arm and pulled him into her bedroom.
"Yes...", he breathed, his mouth covering hers again.
For a moment, she stopped kissing him and started to undress 
him. Button by button she started to undo his shirt, tearing 
it off his bare chest and slid out of her bathrobe.
They were standing in front of Scully's bed. Scully in her 
underwear and Mulder in his boxer shorts. As Mulder wanted to 
reach out for her again, they lost their balance and dropped 
like in a slow time motion onto the bed. Mulder falling over 
her, Scully put her arms around his naked back. Mulder kissed 
her neck and whispered: 
"I love you..."
Scully didn't respond. She just glanced the her bedside watch: 
11.14 pm
Staring at it she just thought about, what she was doing now.
This was crazy...mad...totally out of control. But in the back of 
her mind, she couldn't really control herself...for some reason 
her desperate scream got less hearable. Finally, she gave up 
thinking. "I love you, Mulder..." she whispered in his ear and 
closed her eyes.

11.30 pm:

Scully's bare silhouette shone on underneath Mulder's body. 
Her blanket around them. She had bother to keep her breathing 
under control and sought for hold on Mulder's
shoulders. Mulder just kissed her lips. For a brief moment, 
Scully looked into Mulders eyes, then closed them and let 
everything happen. She could feel his warm breath sliding down 
her shoulder, her chest, her belly...her body. 
Mulder slid up to her face again and kissed her lips. Scully 
leaned into his touch.
Her hands were everywhere on his body and she could feel him 
inside of her. She held him tight. Then she embraced him and 
whispered: 
"Just hold me and never let me go..."

12.00 pm midnight 

She was breathing hard, her clothes were soaked with cool 
sweat.
As it turned to 12.01 am, Scully suddenly jerked. She opened 
her eyes, trying to get her breath under control. For a brief 
moment, she didn't know, where she was.
Puzzled she looked around. 
As she realized, that she was lying in her bed, she sighed 
again and closed her eyes...
it had been dream...she had been dreaming...just a dream. She 
shook her head. 
But after all this, she had a feeling, that she had never had 
before.
Trying to fall asleep, she turned to the other side and 
glanced at her watch.
Now it was two minutes past midnight. After some time, she 
finally fell asleep and the shadows of the night filled her 
room again.

12.00 pm midnight

Mulder was turning around on his couch.
As he moved once again, he fell off the couch and landed 
uncomfortably on the floor.
In a shock, he opened his eyes and was staring at his watch, 
that was standing in front of his eyes. It was one minute 
after midnight.
Tired, he pulled himself back onto the couch, when he first 
realized, what's really happened. "What a weird dream", he 
mumbled, staring at the wall above him. He was thinking about 
this dream. Did he really feel this way? Some minutes later, 
he couldn't stand the darkness and finally fell asleep.

12.01 am,
Outer space


Dark shadows of the planets moved in front of the moonlight. 
Slowly they turned into their normal positions and everything 
seemed like nothing had happened before.

12th November
8.30 in the morning 
Scully's apartment:

Scully hurried into her living room, when her door suddenly 
opened. She felt a little bit dizzy about last night, when she 
saw her partner entering her apartment.
"Morning...", he welcomed her. 
" Good morning", Scully answered. "Did you examine the dead 
body?"
"Yeah...yes. I...I just need the autopsy report", Scully answered 
quickly, without looking up to her partner. Then stopped in 
front of her desk, to search for the report. On the desk, 
there were lots of high pilled files. 
As Mulder entered her living room, he had a brief look through 
Scully's opened bedroom door. Scully didn't pay any attention 
to her partner, who was standing in front the wide opened 
door, focusing her bedroom. Then he looked up to Scully, who 
was searching hopelessly for the file. 
"Come on", she mumbled nervously and finally pulled out the 
report.
She took the file and turned in Mulder`s direction. As she 
turned her body, she pushed the pilled files with her elbow 
and all the papers dropped down onto the floor. 
"Damn it!!" she yelled angrily and kneeled down, to stuff them 
together. 
Mulder had watched her whole actions.
"Little nervous, Scully, aren't we?" he asked amused and 
lifted his eyebrows.
Scully put the papers back onto the desk and passed Mulder by 
into her bedroom. Mulder followed her.
"I'm alright...", she quickly answered, still angry about her 
bad luck.
Then she took her blazer, which was hanging down her chair. 
Suddenly she realized, that her partner was staring at 
something.
She followed Mulders gaze until both of them were staring at 
her bed.
In this moment thousands of thoughts flashed through their 
minds.
Scully only paid a brief attention, then quickly looked away.
With the file and the blazer in her hands, she passed Mulder 
by. 
"Let's go", she said and hurried out of the room. Mulder 
followed her into the hallway.

"Here you are" Scully handed the report to Mulder, when they 
entered the elevator. Without saying a word, Mulder took it 
and leafed through the file.
He was standing in the right corner of the elevator, Scully in 
the left.
With crossed arms, she focused her partner...from his feet, up 
to his head.
She reminded her dream. She bit her lip and then looked away.
Mulder didn't pay any attention on the report any more. He 
looked up and gazed at Scully, who was standing straight up in 
the other corner of the elevator.
Weird dream, he thought and then the elevator stopped and they 
got out of it.

Outside, they headed for Mulder's car. Mulder went to the 
driver's door and started searching for the car keys in his 
pocket. Scully watched him and in some way she felt 
entertained. Some minutes went by, when he finally got them 
pulled them out. 
As he wanted to stick the key into the keyhole, he glanced at 
Scully. At this moment he lost the keys and they dropped onto 
the ground. 
"Little nervous, Mulder?", Scully asked and smiled amused.
Mulder quickly picked them up and opened the door.
"No, but you didn't sleep well last night.", Mulder answered 

and got into the car. Scully did the same. 
"What?!", she asked indignantly.
"Did a monster follow you into your dream, Scully?" Mulder 
grinned and shook his head. After a second, Scully answered 
annoyed: 
"Maybe!!"
Mulder nodded and turned on the car. 
"What did you dream?"
Scully considered whether or not to answer this question, but 
then she answered:
"Not the same as you!"
"Are you sure about this?", Mulder asked and looked at her.
Scully didn't answer. 
"Let's go", she commanded angrily, looking out of the window. 
Mulder drove out of the parking lot and made their way down to 
the street to the FBI headquarters. Above them far away 
beneath their cosmos the sun came rising to complete the 
circle of planets in the endless universe...

The end.


Hope you liked it,
Kemariah
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