From: "Hugs2Kissz" Date: Monday, May 29, 2000 8:24 PM Subject: NEW: This is Just Great Title: This is Just Great Author: Casey Rating: PG Summary: He's Back, but where is back? Spoilers: Requiem Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and all other characters or themes associated with the X-Files are the sole property of Christ Carter, 1013 Productions, and 20th Century Fox. Note: I would greatly appreciate some feedback. Good or bad. ******** I'm so cold. I feel wet. I feel groggy. I don't think that I am actually injured or physically hurt anywhere, but I can't seem to clear my head enough to think straight. Where am I? It's dark. Think slowly Mulder...calm down. I can't see anything, but I hear the familiar sound of chirping crickets. I remember summers back on the vineyard when I would lie in bed for hours listening to their endless strings of chirps. "It means that everything is calm and safe outside Fox." My mother would run her hands through my hair and whisper in my ear. "Crickets only chirp when they are safe and everything around them is tranquil, otherwise they are quiet." My memory fades away as the fear of not knowing where I am, or what has happened to me returns. The last thing I remember is getting out of the car in Oregon with Skinner. You know what? It doesn't even matter anymore. I have this weird sense of security now. I just want to get home to Scully. I want desperately to know what happened to me, but I want to make sure that she's ok. I wonder how long I've been gone. Where have I been? I decide that I'm not doing myself any good thinking of what I need to do and not attempting any action so I run my hands over my face to feel for blood or injury. I seem ok. I have a bit of a beard though. I would say it's about two weeks worth. I've never liked the look of myself with a beard. The only time that I can really remember letting it grow to what could honestly be considered a beard was around ten or eleven years ago. I went through one of the laziest stages in my life. I did absolutely nothing. Sort of like, right now. Ok, enough is enough. It's time to start trying to move. I realize now that I'm lying on my back. I'm wearing what feels like one of my more comfortable pairs of jeans and a T-shirt. With a little effort, I pull myself up into a sitting position and lean back on my hands. I'm definitely not hurt. Everything seems ok, but I'm scared. Where's my cell phone? My pockets are empty. Ok, I'm definitely outside, and it's pitch dark. I'm sitting on rocky dirt, and as my eyes adjust I see trees taller than any building I've ever seen line the edge of a cliff. I'm in the mountains, I'm cold, and I have absolutely no desire to stand up. This is just great. Scully, where are you when I need you? Well, that's not exactly fair. I need you pretty much twenty four-seven. That's a pretty demanding schedule huh? Well, let's see what I can do about getting home to you now that I have succeeded at standing up. Gosh it's dark, and would those damn crickets shut up! The End Feedback: Please. I want to continue but only if you guys think it's a good idea.