"Let the wonder never cease and the madness of the pleasure and ecstasy, danger believing me, wounding and healing me please. Keep it Precious."
-From "Keep it Precious" by Melissa Etheridge
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"What is it, Mulder? I'm right here?" He had woken up and bolted to a sitting position; she sat up too and touched his shoulder.
"Scully? Scully, Oh my god, are you okay?" He felt around for a flashlight and shined it in her face. She squinted, still half asleep, as he reached for her throat. Touching it, feeling it, examining it."
Mulder, what are you doing? What's wrong? I'm right here, I'm fine, you've been dreaming."
"Oh, it was so real. They came to take you...I couldn't save you, he slit your throat, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, really, I promise. Come here." She lay back down and pulled him close, letting him use her chest as a pillow. "Shh, relax. It's okay, breathe, just breathe." Scully stroked his hair and forced herself to breathe as slowly and methodically as possible. The truth was, her nightmare about the other camper's killing Mulder was much too fresh in her memory. And now his about them killing her...something wasn't right. A noise outside startled them both, but this time they were prepared.
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"Good morning sunshine!" Reyes was standing over the microwave, warming some of Granny's soup for their breakfast. Doggett stretched sleepily. He had slept with wet hair and now it stuck up in the back and was pushed down flat in the front, except for one lock that hung off to the side like a cowlick. "That'll get you a date to prom," Reyes said teasingly. She hadn't slept all night, in fact she had gotten out of bed over an hour earlier and was already dressed. "Here, eat. We have a busy day ahead of us."