Title: The Reality of the Dream
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Rating: R - Smut, Language, Violence, and Rape.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, bla bla bla. No infringement intended. Bla
bla.
Summary: Doggett is killed after a sexual relationship with Scully. Scully
and Mulder disappear. Mulder and Scully's life, job and relationship are at
stake. From Scully's point of view.
In Between Nevada & Idaho Early Morning
Cold, So cold, I look around but I can see nothing. Dark, So dark, I can hear water dripping, a cold musty sounding drip. Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is standing on top of a cliff; there are three men. I am being held back by one of them. I can't see his face. Mulder and Doggett are standing over on the edge of the cliff. Suddenly Doggett falls to the ground; I hear a scream. It's not long before I realize that it's mine. There it is again: that scream. I turn to look at Mulder; he's slipping, off the cliff. Again I hear a scream and again it's coming from me. I turn to face the man behind me, but before I can everything goes black. I hear the door open slightly which brings me out of what I hope is just a bad dream. I can hear footsteps, coming closer, closer. I stand up and wait. The lights go on; I still can't see. I am blindfolded; my hands are tied behind my back. I move quickly into the corner. I wait once again. I feel a wisp of cold air on my neck as the figure moves closer. A hand, there is a hand on my shirt, and another on my neck. Finally, I find my voice, "Who are you? What are you doing to me? Where's Mulder?" Though my persistent cries for vengeance were useless; the figure persisted, taking its hands down my body to my hips. The figure suddenly stopped, and walked out of the room, slamming the door as it did. I just hope I can get out of here before it decides to come back.
In Between Nevada & Idaho Early Morning
Cold, So cold, I look around but I can see nothing. Dark, So dark, I can hear water dripping, a cold musty sounding drip. Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is standing on top of a cliff; there are three men. I am being held back by one of them. I can't see his face. Mulder and Doggett are standing over on the edge of the cliff. Suddenly Doggett falls to the ground; I hear a scream. It's not long before I realize that it's mine. There it is again: that scream. I turn to look at Mulder; he's slipping, off the cliff. Again I hear a scream and again it's coming from me. I turn to face the man behind me, but before I can everything goes black. I hear the door open slightly which brings me out of what I hope is just a bad dream. I can hear footsteps, coming closer, closer. I stand up and wait. The lights go on; I still can't see. I am blindfolded; my hands are tied behind my back. I move quickly into the corner. I wait once again. I feel a wisp of cold air on my neck as the figure moves closer. A hand, there is a hand on my shirt, and another on my neck. Finally, I find my voice, "Who are you? What are you doing to me? Where's Mulder?" Though my persistent cries for vengeance were useless; the figure persisted, taking its hands down my body to my hips. The figure suddenly stopped, and walked out of the room, slamming the door as it did. I just hope I can get out of here before it decides to come back.