12:45am: MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
I walk down the long, empty, and completely dark road. Where am I? What am I doing here? The last thing I remember is Walter, yelling at me for some odd reason. How long ago had that been? A day, a month, a year? What day is it? Right now I need to focus, focus on getting back home, back to the X-Files, back to Scully. I continue walking, not knowing exactly where my feet are taking me, not caring. All I can think about is Scully. Is she ok? Did they get to her too? They. Who are they, Mulder? Where the hell are you? Think Mulder, think. Where? Where did you go? Who took you? Look around, where are you? Cornfields. Nothing but miles and miles of cornfields. How far from home are you Mulder? Is this still Oregon? Are you even still in the USA? Where…where.
Great now im referring to myself in third person, wonderful, I have no clue where I am and now im going nuts. Just my luck.
But these questions I keep asking myself, I need to find the answers. Who took me? Where did they take me? How long ago was that? Is everybody I care about alright? Do they even know that im gone?
Stop talking like that Mulder, of course they know your gone. How could they not? They have to know. They have to.
I continue walking for what seems like hours but could be possibly minutes, trying to figure out where I am, or even what state im in. But ultimately coming up with nothing. Until I see a light in the distance, not a moving light though, its standing still, which is why my spirit rises a bit.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Same time: GEORGETOWN
Im awake once again, thinking. About Mulder. Its been three months since he disappeared and a part of me is dying everyday he's gone. I look in the mirror and rub my slightly rounded belly. Trying to calm my kicking baby. After a minute or so the kicking stops and I sit on the couch. I really wish Mulder was here, I miss him so much.
I close my eyes and lean my head back, wondering where Mulder is at this exact moment, if he is thinking about me just as im thinking about him. I pray that he is ok. I can't help thinking about who took him, and where they took him. I imagine that its maybe an upset man or women one of the many we convicted over the years. Then my mind wanders to what Skinner says happened. Could Mulder have possibly been up-ducted by aliens?
No, be rash Dana, that is not possible. But then again you have seen some crazy shit over the years. Come to think of it why don't you just accept the concept, why can't you just believe?
Because, Dana, there is no possible way, you know that. It just isn't possible.
But you have all the evidence, you have seen enough to make even the most skeptical person in the world believe in aliens, why don't you?
"Great, now mommy's talking to herself." I say down to the bulge in my stomach, "that's going to have to stop…don't want the FBI thinking mommy's crazy now do we?"
He kicks in response.
"He." I say quietly. Im not sure yet what gender my baby is but for some reason I just know it's a boy. Mother's instinct I guess.
What would Mulder think if he saw me right now? Would he think I had a simple one night stand, or got drunk one night? Hell I don't even know what to think, all I know is there is no way I could be pregnant, I haven't had sex in, God to many years. But then who is the father? Could this be part of the syndicate's plan? But what would they want with a baby, my baby? And if it is them, could the father be Mulder? God that is a crazy idea. Is it possible that its Mulder's baby?
Im thinking about him to much, I swore to myself I wouldn't do this. My hormones are so out of whack that when somebody even mentions his name I cry, well when im not at work. I have just now realized that im crying at the moment. Warm tears are cascading down my already warm cheeks. I make no effort to wipe them away, what's the point? They will only be replaced with more.
"Return to me, Mulder."
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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
1:23 am
Im walking towards the still visible light when I hear a soft voice whisper, "return to me, Mulder." I instantly recognize the voice as Scully's and turn in all directions, only to find nothing.
Then I hear it again, louder than before. "Return to me, Mulder."
"I will, Scully, I will."
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Same Time
Georgetown
Im lying on the couch, silently crying, saying over and over again 'return to me' when out of the blue I hear Mulder's voice say, "I will, Scully, I will."
I instantly get off the couch and look around, seeing nothing I rush through ever room in my house. Knowing that im not going to find him. When I do not I lay on my bed, clutching one of his shirts and crying.
I stay like that for a while, wondering if I just thought I heard his voice or it was something more, something real. The connection between us is so strong I believe that he heard me begging him to come home, and answered.
With that thought dwelling in my mind I fall asleep and like every night for the past three months I dream of Mulder.
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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
2:12 am
Im finally standing in front of a gas station, the source of the light I saw so many miles ago. I walk in the door and hear a familiar 'ding'.
The lady behind the counter looks up at me, her eyes narrow with lack of sleep.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah, can you tell me where we are exactly?"
"To tell the truth, the middle of nowhere. How did you get here?"
"I'm not sure, all I can remember is waking up in the cornfields. Then walking. Can you please just tell me, what state are we in?"
"Nebraska. A small, small town called Dreamston. Only a few hundred people live here. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well yea, I could use a phone."
"Sure, of course. Here." She motions to a phone at the counter and I lift the receiver. I think of calling Scully, but then think better of it. I don't want to worry her, I'll call Skinner. Skinner can come and get me.
His phone rings three times before a gruff voice answers, "Hello?"
"Walter. Walter its me."
"Mulder? Where are you?"
"Uh, a town called Dreamston, Nebraska."
"Mulder, do you have any idea how worried we are? Do you have any idea how long you have been gone?"
"Actually sir, I don't. All I remember is you, then nothing. I woke up a few hours ago in cornfields, and walked until I reached a small gas station."
"It's been three months, so much has happened Mulder. Im coming to get you. Now."
"Ok, im not going anywhere."
I look over at the lady, "Is there anywhere that I can stay? I can't pay at the moment but when Walter comes im sure he can pay for me."
"Well, we don't have a motel. But I have a couch that I would be more than happy to lend."
"Thank-you, what is your address and number so I can give them to him."
She tells me her address and number and I give them to Walter who says he will call as soon as he can.
He is about to hang up when I stop him. "How is she?"
"She's been better Mulder, but she's hanging in there, your in for a surprise when you get home."
"Whoa, what kind of surprise?"
"A good one, now be patient, I will be there as soon as I can, do you want me to call her?"
"Yes, please do."
"Ok, I will be there as quickly as possible."
"Bye Skin-man."
"Don't call me that." He says in his stern boss voice, the one he uses to yell at me and Scully with.
"Yes sir, I won't do it again."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye."
Then he hangs up.
"Who was that, your brother?"
"Nope, believe it or not, that was my boss."
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Georgetown
2:21 am
I awaken to the telephone ringing loudly. I quickly pick the phone up.
"Scully."
"Dana, its Skinner, I have some news."
"What? What is it?"
"Its Mulder."
"What about him?!"
"He just called. Apparently he is in a town called Dreamston that is located in the state of Nebraska."
"Nebraska?! How did he get there?!"
"He doesn't know, the last thing he remembers is me, then nothing. He says he woke up a few hours ago in a cornfield."
"Are you going to get him?"
"Yes."
"Im coming with you."
"I know, that's why I called, im on my way to your apartment as we speak."
"Good-bye sir."
"Good-bye."
He hangs up and I jump out of bed, dress as quickly as I can, and wait for him to come.
I think about the words I heard earlier. "I will, Scully, I will."
I finger the cross that lay on my neck and silently whisper "Thank-you." A short and simple prayer, but one of the most heart-felt prayers I have even said in my life.
I cannot wait to see Mulder.
I walk down the long, empty, and completely dark road. Where am I? What am I doing here? The last thing I remember is Walter, yelling at me for some odd reason. How long ago had that been? A day, a month, a year? What day is it? Right now I need to focus, focus on getting back home, back to the X-Files, back to Scully. I continue walking, not knowing exactly where my feet are taking me, not caring. All I can think about is Scully. Is she ok? Did they get to her too? They. Who are they, Mulder? Where the hell are you? Think Mulder, think. Where? Where did you go? Who took you? Look around, where are you? Cornfields. Nothing but miles and miles of cornfields. How far from home are you Mulder? Is this still Oregon? Are you even still in the USA? Where…where.
Great now im referring to myself in third person, wonderful, I have no clue where I am and now im going nuts. Just my luck.
But these questions I keep asking myself, I need to find the answers. Who took me? Where did they take me? How long ago was that? Is everybody I care about alright? Do they even know that im gone?
Stop talking like that Mulder, of course they know your gone. How could they not? They have to know. They have to.
I continue walking for what seems like hours but could be possibly minutes, trying to figure out where I am, or even what state im in. But ultimately coming up with nothing. Until I see a light in the distance, not a moving light though, its standing still, which is why my spirit rises a bit.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Same time: GEORGETOWN
Im awake once again, thinking. About Mulder. Its been three months since he disappeared and a part of me is dying everyday he's gone. I look in the mirror and rub my slightly rounded belly. Trying to calm my kicking baby. After a minute or so the kicking stops and I sit on the couch. I really wish Mulder was here, I miss him so much.
I close my eyes and lean my head back, wondering where Mulder is at this exact moment, if he is thinking about me just as im thinking about him. I pray that he is ok. I can't help thinking about who took him, and where they took him. I imagine that its maybe an upset man or women one of the many we convicted over the years. Then my mind wanders to what Skinner says happened. Could Mulder have possibly been up-ducted by aliens?
No, be rash Dana, that is not possible. But then again you have seen some crazy shit over the years. Come to think of it why don't you just accept the concept, why can't you just believe?
Because, Dana, there is no possible way, you know that. It just isn't possible.
But you have all the evidence, you have seen enough to make even the most skeptical person in the world believe in aliens, why don't you?
"Great, now mommy's talking to herself." I say down to the bulge in my stomach, "that's going to have to stop…don't want the FBI thinking mommy's crazy now do we?"
He kicks in response.
"He." I say quietly. Im not sure yet what gender my baby is but for some reason I just know it's a boy. Mother's instinct I guess.
What would Mulder think if he saw me right now? Would he think I had a simple one night stand, or got drunk one night? Hell I don't even know what to think, all I know is there is no way I could be pregnant, I haven't had sex in, God to many years. But then who is the father? Could this be part of the syndicate's plan? But what would they want with a baby, my baby? And if it is them, could the father be Mulder? God that is a crazy idea. Is it possible that its Mulder's baby?
Im thinking about him to much, I swore to myself I wouldn't do this. My hormones are so out of whack that when somebody even mentions his name I cry, well when im not at work. I have just now realized that im crying at the moment. Warm tears are cascading down my already warm cheeks. I make no effort to wipe them away, what's the point? They will only be replaced with more.
"Return to me, Mulder."
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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
1:23 am
Im walking towards the still visible light when I hear a soft voice whisper, "return to me, Mulder." I instantly recognize the voice as Scully's and turn in all directions, only to find nothing.
Then I hear it again, louder than before. "Return to me, Mulder."
"I will, Scully, I will."
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Same Time
Georgetown
Im lying on the couch, silently crying, saying over and over again 'return to me' when out of the blue I hear Mulder's voice say, "I will, Scully, I will."
I instantly get off the couch and look around, seeing nothing I rush through ever room in my house. Knowing that im not going to find him. When I do not I lay on my bed, clutching one of his shirts and crying.
I stay like that for a while, wondering if I just thought I heard his voice or it was something more, something real. The connection between us is so strong I believe that he heard me begging him to come home, and answered.
With that thought dwelling in my mind I fall asleep and like every night for the past three months I dream of Mulder.
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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
2:12 am
Im finally standing in front of a gas station, the source of the light I saw so many miles ago. I walk in the door and hear a familiar 'ding'.
The lady behind the counter looks up at me, her eyes narrow with lack of sleep.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah, can you tell me where we are exactly?"
"To tell the truth, the middle of nowhere. How did you get here?"
"I'm not sure, all I can remember is waking up in the cornfields. Then walking. Can you please just tell me, what state are we in?"
"Nebraska. A small, small town called Dreamston. Only a few hundred people live here. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well yea, I could use a phone."
"Sure, of course. Here." She motions to a phone at the counter and I lift the receiver. I think of calling Scully, but then think better of it. I don't want to worry her, I'll call Skinner. Skinner can come and get me.
His phone rings three times before a gruff voice answers, "Hello?"
"Walter. Walter its me."
"Mulder? Where are you?"
"Uh, a town called Dreamston, Nebraska."
"Mulder, do you have any idea how worried we are? Do you have any idea how long you have been gone?"
"Actually sir, I don't. All I remember is you, then nothing. I woke up a few hours ago in cornfields, and walked until I reached a small gas station."
"It's been three months, so much has happened Mulder. Im coming to get you. Now."
"Ok, im not going anywhere."
I look over at the lady, "Is there anywhere that I can stay? I can't pay at the moment but when Walter comes im sure he can pay for me."
"Well, we don't have a motel. But I have a couch that I would be more than happy to lend."
"Thank-you, what is your address and number so I can give them to him."
She tells me her address and number and I give them to Walter who says he will call as soon as he can.
He is about to hang up when I stop him. "How is she?"
"She's been better Mulder, but she's hanging in there, your in for a surprise when you get home."
"Whoa, what kind of surprise?"
"A good one, now be patient, I will be there as soon as I can, do you want me to call her?"
"Yes, please do."
"Ok, I will be there as quickly as possible."
"Bye Skin-man."
"Don't call me that." He says in his stern boss voice, the one he uses to yell at me and Scully with.
"Yes sir, I won't do it again."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye."
Then he hangs up.
"Who was that, your brother?"
"Nope, believe it or not, that was my boss."
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Georgetown
2:21 am
I awaken to the telephone ringing loudly. I quickly pick the phone up.
"Scully."
"Dana, its Skinner, I have some news."
"What? What is it?"
"Its Mulder."
"What about him?!"
"He just called. Apparently he is in a town called Dreamston that is located in the state of Nebraska."
"Nebraska?! How did he get there?!"
"He doesn't know, the last thing he remembers is me, then nothing. He says he woke up a few hours ago in a cornfield."
"Are you going to get him?"
"Yes."
"Im coming with you."
"I know, that's why I called, im on my way to your apartment as we speak."
"Good-bye sir."
"Good-bye."
He hangs up and I jump out of bed, dress as quickly as I can, and wait for him to come.
I think about the words I heard earlier. "I will, Scully, I will."
I finger the cross that lay on my neck and silently whisper "Thank-you." A short and simple prayer, but one of the most heart-felt prayers I have even said in my life.
I cannot wait to see Mulder.
