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Reality

Scott had tried so hard to get lucky that Dana finally gave in. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex. With him, it felt unnatural like she had did not really want to. In the middle of it, she would get flashes of the man from her dreams and find herself wishing it was his hands instead of Scott's.
When he finished, Dana cleaned up and then pretended to fall asleep.

"I love you, Dana," Scott whispered and kissed her hair.

She stayed silent and kept her breath even, but she felt that he knew she was faking. Once his breathing became regular, Dana felt she could relax. She knew it would be a near sleepless night.

She got up out of bed and retrieved a small journal that she had been keeping to describe all of her visions.

So far there was not much but she added to it:

Scott initiated sex tonight. I did not enjoy it and I am not a good actress. The only time it was nice was when I thought of the man from my dreams. I still do not know much. Same description, same scars, same everything except a goddamned name. I could feel it on the tip of my tongue, but can't recall it.

Having nothing else to add, she dated it and stored it away quickly. She went back to bed and was happy to see Scott fast asleep.

She got in softly and laid facing away from him. Sleep came surprisingly fast.

Her mind danced with images of the man she imagined all night leaving a small smile on her lips.

Mulder watched Scully doing Annie's hair in the master bathroom. They were preparing for the traditional Christmas dinner with the Scully clan, but this time it was to take place at their house. Mulder was not looking forward to it, but seeing his daughter's smile lightened his mood.

Despite being married to Scully for nearly eight years, Bill Scully refused to treat him like a member of the family which was always fun at the holidays.

He could hear William in his bedroom down the hall playing with the new toys from Santa rather than getting ready. He decided to give the boy a few extra minutes of fun before he made him get ready.

"Mulder can you check on the turkey for me?" Scully asked, her voice slightly muffled by the two bobby pins in her mouth.

Mulder smiled and walked over to her. He placed his hand on her waist and planted a small kiss on her shoulder before taking his exit to check on the food.

Once he was assured that the turkey was cooking fine, he stood in their kitchen for a moment.

He had a sudden feeling of otherness, like he didn't belong there. He listened to the soft voices and movements of his family upstairs and he had the realization that he had often:

This isn't real.

He sighed and sat down putting his head in his hands.

Two arms wrapped around his middle and he felt Scully's lips against his ear.

"Are you ok?" She asked softly.

He turned around quickly and saw the concern in her eyes. They looked so real, they looked just like her eyes, but he knew that they were not.
He knew that somewhere the real Scully was out there and Diana was doing god knows what to her.

As Scully's familiar hands found his face he wondered for a moment if this was so bad. Maybe Diana had Scully in a similar state, living a dream life.

Or maybe Diana has killed her.

That thought brought his blood pressure up and the image of a young motherly Scully disappeared replaced by the hospital ceiling.

"Damnit! Diana where is the real Scully?" He didn't see her in the room but he knew there were cameras watching. He felt manic and was not sure how much more of this beautiful fake life he could take before he gave in. He supposed that was the point of all of this: To drive him into oblivion.

Mulder could hear Diana's footsteps coming down the hall when he heard a soft voice in his mind.

"Mulder don't resist for now. I will get you out of here I promise. Scully said I had let you down while I don't agree I will not let them do this to you. I need time to get Scully and to get to William before they have control. We will come for you…"

Mulder knew the voice even though it was much older and deeper, Gibson Praise.

By that point, Diana and a doctor had entered the room and were starting the process over.

"Gibson…" the whisper that came from his lips was almost inaudible, but Diana heard it before he fell into unconsciousness and felt the hair on her arms rise. The war was coming.