Title: Thoughts

Author: Samantha Mallory

Spoilers: Fight the Future

Summary: A brief piece on what Scully was thinking after being stung by the bee.

Rating: G

Disclaimers: If they belonged to me, I would cash out and go to somewhere tropical.

Author's Notes at end

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I can't move.

Right now, I can barely even think, but it's the immobility that seems important. The cold I'm feeling isn't even as bad as the not moving.

I'm not sure how I got to feeling this way. Since I'm trying to avoid panic, I've been casting back through my memory trying to figure out what happened.

I can remember the OPR panel telling me I was being reassigned to the Salt Lake City field office. I remember turning in my resignation. I remember going to Mulder's apartment to tell him I was leaving. After that, nothing. Something important happened; I know that. It had to do with…

Mulder. He was going to kiss me. Then there was that sharp pain in my neck followed by nothing.

I must be thinking of a dream, mistaking it for a memory. I have wanted to kiss Mulder for such a long time, but he has never shown any similar inclination.

Then again, I don't think he ever said that I made him a whole person in any of my dreams. That is such a Mulder thing to say, too. Maybe it was real.

In that case, I wish I could have had the time to tell him how I feel, as well. I wish I could have said that when I met him, it was like finding the other half of my soul. It was because of him that I was to believe in soulmates.

Soulmates. Meant to be together for all eternity. Such an unusual idea until you find the man that you could spend forever with.

My mind is drifting. It must be an effect of the cold. I need to focus.

I hope Mulder's all right. I can remember sirens now, and the sound of a gun being shot. I can feel, deep down, that Mulder is still alive. I just don't know if he's healthy.

Its strange how I know for a fact that he's alive. I've been able to sense it for years, but I've never thought about it.

I can also tell when he's nearby. I don't even have to hear his step or catch a scent of his subtle cologne to know he's in the same room as I am.

He has such a deep, musky smell to him. So warm, and masculine, and purely Mulder… My mind is drifting again. I have to try to remain focused, or I may be lost.

Someone's moving me. I can just feel them taking off my shirt. Now I'm being carried, and something's in my throat. Is that water they're putting me in? Its so cold, colder than wherever I was before. This is chilling me straight through to the bone.

Whatever they've done to me, I can feel my last bit of conciousness slipping. I need to focus in order to stay almost awake. God, I'm so scared and so cold. Mulder, please, help me. Please. I can't move.

Mulder.

Mulder…

Mul-

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Author's Note: So what do you think? I found this on the hard drive of my old computer and I decided to post it. Its not really all that great, but I did write it a few years ago. I found a few other fanfics, too, so I may post them later on. Please R&R.