Big girls don't cry: Fergie

I sat in the back for the first time in god knows how many years. I had Mulder's coat on, but I couldn't stop shivering. I had my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, but I had no control over the tears trickling out from under my eyelids.

It wasn't that this- this monster Donnie Pfaster tried to kill me, to take my nail, my hair, but how vulnerable I felt.

The car stopped. I kept my eyes shut, Mulder and the detective muttering. I heard the doors slam and them get out. I peeked out: were we there? No, we just by the side of the road. What was going on?

My question was answered as Mulder slid into the back and pulled me into his arms, and I coul no longer prevent the sobs from coming.

A/N I hate Donnie Pfaster, he really creeps me out. Him and Tooms. *shudder*