From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 18:20:05 -0600
Subject: Therapy (You\'ll Love it!) by Amy H
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Title: Therapy

Author: The almighty talented Amy H

Spoilers: The X-files seasons 1-8!!!

Summary: Read and find out...

E-mail: AiMeeGrL12@aol.com

Disclaimer:  Scully, Mulder, Doggett, etc.. 
belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions;
no infringement intended!!

ENJOY!

Therapy
by Amy Hardy

"May I have this dance?" Mulder asked 
coquettishly and looked into her sparkling blue
eyes.  Scully blushed softly with a smile playing 
upon her scarlet lips, and held out her petite hand,
decorated with a diamond ring and sterling silver 
bracelet.  Her smoothely textured limb fit supremely
in his own, like they were molded to fit together.

"You may," she replied quietly.

A soft melodic Santana floated upon the gentle sea 
breeze into the little Spanish villa, sending a shiver 
through her as they stepped out onto the marble dance
 floor.  He gazed upon her lovingly, noticing how the
 fulcrum of her hips pivoted at the exact perfect angle;
 noticing how her black slip dress laid softly upon her
 curves; noticing how seductively her leg showed outside 
of the tall slit; but most of all, noticing the scent of  her 
soft perfume on his face.

She pulled him into her softly, reaching for his leathery
 hand and placing her other upon his shoulder.  They
 were cheek to cheek as they began to gracefully move
 to the music.  His hand trailed along her bare back,
 sending chills up her spine in every place he touched,
 yet, setting her on fire at the same time.  She closed her
 eyes and let him take her away; feeling his touch soft like 
silk.

Each step, each movement made her fall into him more
 and more.  It was like a perfect love story.  Nothing from 
the ordinary, but so captivating and pure that it could 
intrigue any onlookers.  They  beneath 
the glowing vintage lantern lights with the grace of  
shooting stars and never left one another in the darkness.

The song non-challantly took a different more lively tone
 and he twirled her around softly, dipping her.  He held their
 hands out in front of them and took three tango steps, then
 turned back around and did three more.  He dipped her, 
supporting her soft back carefully then bent over and planted
 a kiss upon her lips hungrily.  A laugh escaped her throat
 when he pulled away and brought her back up to eye level.
  He spun her around under his hand once again and they
 pulled apart, their hands just barely letting go of one another,
 and then came back together, holding her close to his chest
 again.  

She laid her head on his chest and listened to his rythymic 
heart beat.  She inhaled his scent and longed for it to become 
one with her.  Scully had wanted this for so long: a dream come 
true.  They were infallible when together,
 in love, lost in eachother's
eyes with all of the passion and lust in the world.  His caress
upon her skin made one hundred sparks go off.  Together they 
were energy, making things explode, causing chemical reactions.
They were the lightening, illuminating the sky mercifully with
all of the power mother nature could express.  She felt so free 
around him, inhaling all of the strength and warmth  he possessed
so righteously. 

Mulder felt another cool breeze blow in, and he held Scully in 
tighter, engulphing her in his arms.  He encircled her and 
began to stroke the line of her back in adoration.  She finally
realized the truth though.. this was far too surreal.
Scully began to cry suddenly, her warm body shaking 
uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly and kissed her forehead.

She trembled.

"I don't want this to end but I know it will.."

He took in a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Why's that?"

Scully sucked in air and wailed loudly.  She let go of
everything she had been holding onto and just cried.

"Because. Mulder.." she began and coughed out a breath
of sobs, "this isn't real.." she whispered

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhuhuhuhuh," Scully sucked
in the air as she shot up in the therapists chair.  She
was really crying, too.  Her eyes were bloodshot,
warm and damp.  She shuddered and tried to stop
her compulsive hyperventalations.  She coughed 
out loud and began to rock herself.

"Dana, are you all right?" Dr. Debbie asked soothingly.

"Water.." she whispered.

"What.. would you like a glass of water?"

Scully nodded and watched the 42 year old woman
walk over to the water dispenser, grab a cup and fill
it up for her.  She stepped over to Scully and handed it
to her.

"There you are," she said and resumed her position in
the leather chair beside her patient, "now, Dana.. you
know Mulder has been gone for what..? 7 months?"

Scully reached for her abdomen and felt pain: the
hurtful reminder of her miscarriage.  She had been
reccomended for therapy by her MD a while ago 
because of all the trauma her life had taken in since
the disappearance, then her mother's death, followed by
a miscarriage.  It was too much for any sane person to
handle.

She drank her water down and laid back, resting
her abdominal muscles that were sore already from
the large incision just above her uterus.

"I.., yes,  it's been 7 months.  But so much more has.."

"I understand," Dr. Debbie cut her off.

Scully closed her eyes again and felt more pain
surface.  It hurt too much to talk to Dr. Debbie.  The
pain was indescribeable- nothing could be more
unbareable according to her standards.  

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about this, it.."
she paused, afraid to admit it hurt.  She bit
her lib to keep herself from sobbing again.

"Dana, if you want to stop and cry, you may,
this is for letting go of pain and horrible
memories--"

"Dr. Debbie, has anything even close to my
experiences happened to you?"

Scully was turning this around to make her
therapist look bad.

"We're here to talk about you, not me.."

Scully sniffled and let out a deep breath.  There
was no getting around her emotions while she
was in this small green room

"It hurts so bad.. I can't even begin to explain
it," she finally stated.

She was letting go of pain. but more importantly
Mulder and strength.  But as the saying goes: Pain
is merely weakness leaving the bosy, replenishing
the soul with strength.  Scully had read it somewhere
years ago, probably on the back of a tee-shirt.  This
was pain, staring her straight in the face with a
devious expression. 
 
"Anguish has such lucidities."

END

**Please- this is NOt finished, I need suggestions
on how to continue it, PLEASE E-mail me and HELP
me!!! I am desperate!  Feedback is GREATLY appreciated!

Amy: AiMeeGrL12@aol.com