"Breathe..."
"Just breathe I'm still here..."
It was dark, cold, and wet. There was no light, no warmth, no dryness. She was crying. There was no comfort, no hope. Just bitter, cold, darkness. There was a voice and then a light, suddenly she wasn't as cold, something wrapped around her, something warm, something sweet.
"Your okay, just breathe..."
The voice, the presence was soothing, yet familiar.
"I'm here now, okay? Nothing can happen to you now, It's okay. Now I want you to breathe..."
Of coarse, how could she have forgotten? How could she have forgotten that voice she had come so well to know? Her crying eventually subsided, and she wasn't as wet. Then there was a gust of cold wind, and he was torn from her, she screamed his name as an evil presence suddenly surrounded her, she screamed, and screamed again for him, he never came...
Dana Scully woke up in cold sweat, as her head darted around her dark bedroom, her eyes eventually fell on her red alarm clock,
3:07
She laid back down shaking, and tried to go back to sleep. It was no use. She stood up and wandered into her kitchen, as she flicked on the light she noticed how badly she was shaking. She just rolled her eyes and tried to take her mind off of her awful nightmare by picking up the phone and calling her partner. After about three rings, she hung up and slammed the phone down on the counter top. What was she thinking? Calling him at this time of night? Well this early in the morning anyway. She sighed and made a cup of coffee as she thought about how stupid she was to always be relying on him for everything. It's not like he was gonna be there forever, no one ever was there too long for her, not even her parents. Love in her opinion was just a childish game, all love consisted of in this world was money, time, power, and sex. She knew very well that those things were not real love, that real love was something greater, more powerful and wonderful than any of them, the only problem was that love didn't exist in the world, and if it did it, was extremely rare. She had put her heart on the line too many times for her to trust again, to love again. She trusted no one- except her partner, which she wasn't very happy about trusting him but she did, something compelled her to- and she wouldn't allow herself to love anyone deeply, because she didn't want it to hurt her. According to her, when you love something/someone, they get stripped away from you, and all you're left with is hurt, and a promise to yourself to never love or trust again. She would die for him, many times over, but she would not allow herself to love him...
'Ring-ring-ring' 'Ring-ring-ring' 'Ring-ring-rin-
What in the world was it? Oh, the phone. Fox Mulder opened his eyes and looked around the dark room till his eyes landed on his alien-green alarm clock,
3:13
Now who in the world would call someone at three in the morning, wake a guy up at the absurd time, then hang up and not even leave a message? It was like someone was trying to annoy the crap out of him. He tried to go back to sleep but he couldn't, so he left his warm bed in search of some coffee-after tripping over and bumping into all the junk he had everywhere-he finally made it to the kitchen and got out a mug, he thought about grabbing the phone to call Scully, but he knew she was probably sound asleep, smiling because of a good dream. He continued to imagine her in her bed asleep, when his mind started to wander to other things like- nope that was enough, he would respect his sweet, beautiful, partner because he felt he was wronging her not to, besides what would she say if she knew what he was thinking? His mother had always taught him and his sister that they should think of others as if they could all could hear them thinking. Ugh, the coffee tasted like an old alien dipped in the toilet, he dumped it down the drain and tried to remember when the last time he had changed the filter. He sat down on the couch and flipped on the tv, nothing good on... he turned it off and went back into his bedroom. He laid down and thought about his beautiful red-haired partner, and her bright blue eyes. She was so perfect for him it seemed, his mother had often told him as a teenager that if you take away the attraction, passion, beauty, and body, and there was still something there, than that was his girl- his other half, and that was how he felt about Scully, even if he took everything away from her, everything was still there, she was still complete. The only problem was the lack of trust and love in her life, he often wondered what had happened to her to make her like that? Why was it so hard to tear that wall down, the wall that was constantly around her? Why did she put up that wall in the first place? He thought about what it would be like if he could convince her to ditch the wall and trust again, what it would be like if he could teach her to love...
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