Chapter 2

I'm sitting on the couch, waiting. I take the remote and turn on the tv. I begin to zap from one tv channel to another. I don't pay attention to the screen...I just zap. A few minutes later I turn off the tv again and sigh. I take the book next to the telephone and begin reading. No, not really reading. I just stare at the pages. Sometimes a tear or two are making it's way down my swollen cheek. I wipe them away quickly. I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Suddenly it's like I'm in that dream, in my head of course. I feel the touch of his hand on my knee and I can smell the sweat and bad breath once again. My legs are getting weak. I hear the words...Bin ich nicht dein Freund?

I hear a loud chinking noise, which gets me out of my dream. I look down on the floor, wide-eyed. I see shards and a wet spot. With tears in my eyes I run out of the kitchen and into the livingroom again. I sit down on the couch again...waiting. I hear the clock ticking...1.38 AM...1.39AM...

1.56 AM. There's a knock on the door. I wipe my red eyes before I walk to the door and open it.

„God Scully, what happened?" He says with a sad face.

„I-I don't know" I answer, shakily.

I look down at my feet. Seconds later I feel his arms around me. I lean my head against his chest and wipe away the tears, which threaten to fall. I gulp back a sob. We stand like this for quite a while. Eventually Mulder let go of me to look into my eyes. I feel his lips against my forehead once, twice.

He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I can't look at him. I just stare down on the floor.

„Scully, what happened?" He asks a little later.

„I don't know..."

„But...Scully. What happened? You can tell me."

„I really don't know. I just- It's not-" I stutter, still looking down on the floor.

Suddenly I just can't take it anymore. I stand up in front of him and let my bath robe fall to the floor. With tears streaming down my face I look at him. His eyes are teary and angry at the same time. I pick up my bath robe quickly and put in on again.

„Scully, who did this to you?" He asks and I don't know how to answer him.

„Does it hurt? Are you in pain? I think I should get you to the hospital"

„No! I don't want to go to the hospital..." I say, quietly.

„But...Scully, what happened? Who did this to you?" He asks again, standing up.

„Come here." He says as he once again wrapped his arms around me.

„I want you to tell me what happened to you, Scully." He whispers into my ear, not letting go of me. I close my eyes and finally I nod. He strokes my hair for a moment before he let me go.

„Maybe you should go and clean yourself up a bit...the blood and everything." He says, softly.

„I really don't want to do that now...I don't want to see my body like this, so bruised and ugly."

„Then I'll help. I don't want you to walk around with dried blo- I'm sorry, Scully."

„It's okay..." I whisper. He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet seat and watch Mulder as he takes a washcloth and makes it wet. He starts cleaning my face, then my arms and legs and after I nod in agreement he takes off my bath robe and cleans my bruised stomach and chest. I don't look at my bruised body, I can't. I just look at the man right im front of me, Mulder. He gives me a small smile.

„You can change into your pajamas if you want."

„Yeah. Thank you, Mulder." I say to him, looking him straight into his eyes. I walk into my bedroom and change into my dark blue silk pajamas. Afterwards I join Mulder on the couch.

„How are you feeling?" He asks me. I smile a little.

„A lot better." I say.

„That's great. Scully..."

„Yeah, I know. I know. Umm...I had a dream..."

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