He awoke wearing a cold sweat. The same dreams have been haunting his sleep. Each time they jolted him awake and a soundless cry escaped his lips. He sat upright in his bed and held his head in his hands. After a few deep breaths, he laid down back in bed and looked over at his partner. How he envied her. No nightmares plagued her dreams and every morning she woke refreshed.
She felt the bed undulate beneath her as his body fell back. She turned to her side to face him.
"Another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"What happened in this one?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Did I die?"
He didn't respond. She opened her eyes and ran her hand down his face.
"Mulder, did I die?"
"Yes." A tear fell down his face and her hand wiped it away. "I couldn't save you, Scully."
"But you did and you do. I think that means more than some dream." Scully moved her body closer to Mulder.
"Freud said that dreams are the key to the unconscious, that dreams…"
Scully caught Mulder halfway through his sentence with a kiss.
"I love you. I'll never leave you."
Mulder found Scully's words slightly comforting. He knew tomorrow night, the same dreams would once again haunt him.