Did you see Monica's bikini? Mulder asked.

Yeah I saw it, John said with no emotion present in his voice.

So what so you think?

What do I think of what?



What do you mean? She's my best friend.

Do you like her?

Yes, I just told you, she's my best friend. John didn't know what Mulder was trying to ask him. Or at least he was avoiding it, which is what it most likely was knowing John and his stubborn attitude.

No I mean do you love her?

My eyes widened when I heard Mulder ask that. Did everyone know our feelings besides us? At the moment it definatley felt that way. Dana gave me a sly smile. I ignored her and continued to listen in on the conversation.

What gave you that idea? I noticed that John didn't say no.

Everyone can see the way the two of you act around each other, except for the two of you.

She only sees me as a close friend.

She loves you.

How do you know?

I can just tell. John was silent. So why don't you ask her out?

I don't think she feels the same way, John whispered.

I wanted to scream that I did. But I knew that now was definatley not the right time. After all it would give it away to the men that Dana and I had been listening to the entire conversation. Dana gave me an 'I told you so' look. I continued to listen.

She does, Mulder stated.

How can you be so sure of that?

You already asked me that and I already told you, I can just tell.

Then there was silence, until Dana and I heard footsteps, we quickly walked a few metres away from the plane, pretending we weren't listening and began talking about some old X Files cases. At least we were pretending to make it look like we were talking about old X Files cases. John and Mulder came to stand next to us. I looked at John in his swim suit. Black, speedo shorts. Very tight. I looked at his chest, his muscles. I was melting right there at the sight of him. He was even more gorgeous than I had ever imagined. Those work suits of his, they hide everything that lays underneath, I knew he was healthy and kept fit with exercise and a good diet, but I never knew he was this fit and in shape. Mulder's voice broke me out of my thoughts and bought me back to reality.

You ladies ready for a swim? Mulder asked clapping his hands together.

Yep, lets go. Dana answered.

We all grabbed a towel each from our luggage and made our way back to the lake. We didn't talk, we just walked. I kept thinking about what I overheard John saying to Mulder. Should I tell him how I feel? Would he push me away? He admitted he feels for me more than a friend should. Maybe he only said that to stop Mulder from asking him questions about it. Knowing my luck that was probably it. I decided to keep quiet with feelings. At least for now. Until I knew for sure what his true feelings were, where his heart truly lies.

We stepped into the clearing where the lake was. All of us laid our towels out along the grass. Mulder, being the kid that he is, ran straight into the water without a second thought. Dana soon followed him in, she just walked into the water, unlike Mulder. John and I stood at the edge of the water watching for a few minutes. I stepped foreword and placed my feet in the water. It was warm. The perfect temperature. I continued walking until I was in up to my shoulders. Mulder and Dana had gone in deeper near the waterfall.

Come on John, it's lovely! I yelled out at him.

He took a few minutes before finally walking in, he continued walking towards me, until he was right next to me. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Before he knew it, I had jumped up, placed my hands on his head and dunked him in the water. As he went under he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me under along with him. I let out a small scream before I was completely submerged with him. We splash around under the water trying to gain control, he won, we both came out of the water. John had his arms around me, my back against his bare chest. We where both breathing heavily trying to catch our breathe.

It was a few seconds before I realised that he was holding me. In his arms. Keeping me against his chest. I turned my head to look at him. He had a small smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back at him. He splashed me with a small amount of water I couldn't help but gasp in mock horror. I pulled out of his arms, turned to face him and then splashed him back with everything I had in me. This water fight lasted a while, there wasn't really much point to it really, after all we were already soaking wet. This was just for fun. And to take our minds off the reason we are here in the first place. Criminals. Curses. Ghosts. Legends. At this moment non of it exists. Only paradise.

It was hours before we came out of the water. The only reason we did come out was due to the fact that we were all hungry and needed to put up the tents before it became to dark to do so. We all changed into some more comfortable clothing. Mulder and Dana put up one tent while John and I put up the other. Each tent was designed to hold two people. Through silent agreement it was decided that Mulder and Dana would take one, while John and I took the other.

I think we should make a fire, it may get cold at night, Mulder suggested.

He began to pile sticks and then tried to light the pile by rubbing two sticks together. Within a few minutes he was already cursing under his breath. I walked over and knelt down next to him. John and Dana were watching from the other side of the pile of sticks. I reached into my pocket and took out my lighter. I also found some old paper in my pocket and set it alight. I placed the flaming piece of paper underneath the sticks and soon the whole lot was on fire.

I thought you quit. John told me.

I did, I don't have any cigarettes so don't worry, I just never took it out of my pocket that's all. I explained and placed the light back inside the jean pocket.

We all sat around the fire and ate the fruit that had been collected earlier. John was sitting next to me and Mulder and Dana were on the other side. After we finished eating we sat in silence. None of us were sure what to say.

So, what should we talk about? Mulder finally asked.

How about best or worst case ever? John suggested and we all agreed. After all there wasn't that much else we could talk about. We don't usually spend this amount of time together inside or outside of work.

So who'll go first? Dana asked, looking at everyone. No one said anything.

Fine I'll go first since no one else is brave enough, best case, that would have to be Oliver Martin and his power, that was just hilarious. Everyone laughed at the memory and agreed.

Okay. Now your worst case ever.

A lot to choose from, it would have to be between Van Allan and Tommy and his monster things. I wanted to say when John was shot by Lukesh, but only I had any knowledge of that.

Okay, my turn. John said and thought for a moment. Best case, I have to agree with Monica and go with Oliver Martin.

Why was that your best case? Mulder asked.

Cause I was right.

For once. I couldn't help putting in there. Okay now your worst case ever.

Not a hard one, Luke's case.

I should have expected that. But I was still shocked. I looked over at Mulder and Dana and saw them give John a sympathetic look. I looked back at Johns face and saw he was on the verge of releasing his emotions. He knew it as well, he quickly stood up and walked further up the grass. I didn't hesitate to follow him. I slowly approached him. He had his back to me. I gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to face me and I saw the tears in his eyes.

I'm sorry I always get like this. His voice sounded so defeated and weak, I couldn't bare to hear it.

You have nothing to be sorry for. He just nodded his head slightly. Do you want to talk about it? Again he nodded his head.

I pulled on his arm to sit down. We both sat down very close to each other. But I pulled him down to lay on the ground next to me. We looked up at the stars in silence. It was a clear sky, so all the stars were visible. I didn't want to rush him, he needed to take his own time and I respected that.

He was always smiling you know. John finally said.

I turned on my side so that I was facing him. He was still looking at the stars. When he didn't continue I knew I would have to get him talking.

Tell me about him. John turned his head and looked confused at me, not understanding what I meant. Tell me about Luke. What he was like. I never got to meet him.

He placed an arm around my back and pulled me close, so that I was snuggled into his side, he placed one arm around my shoulders. My head rested on his shoulder, while his free hand and mine found each others and grasped together over his heart. For a long time we laid there together as I listened to John talk about Luke and what he was like. His highs and lows. His failures and successes. His jokes and his habits. Everything. After there was silence for about twenty minutes I looked at Johns face and saw his eyes were closed. He was asleep. I couldn't help but smile. I closed my eyes and was gradually falling asleep. I felt something cover the two of us. I opened my eyes just wide enough to see Dana placing a sleeping bag that had been unzipped over us. I smiled a thank you and shut my eyes for some sleep. It was a warm enough night to be able to sleep under the stars, and I had secretly always wanted to do this, sleep under the stars with the man I love. The only difference from my fantasy was that we were on a deserted island and the man I love didn't know it.

Nightmares filled my dreams again that night. Sacrifices. Murders. Mass killings. Rituals of some sort. People screaming. Running away from the death. Afraid of dying themselves. As I dreamed I tried to figure it all out. Where was all this happening? Or where had it happened? What did all of it mean? It had to mean something. Two nights in a row of visions and nightmares. It was trying to tell me something. Or warn us all of something.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was still dark. I looked at John and saw he was sleeping peacefully beside me. I smiled at the look on his face. I looked out at the lake and saw a blue mist hovering above the water. That seemed odd. I slowly extracted myself from Johns grip, being careful not to wake him up, and stood up. I walked to the waters edge. The mist moved in a strange motion. It was like a spiral going round and round. I watched the centre of it. Almost hypnotised by it. Spinning. Non stop. I heard, what could only be described, as water bubbling. I looked at the water that was a few feet away from me and indeed I saw bubbles coming from below. It was as if someone was breathing underneath the water. It made its way towards me, then stopped. I looked closer at the point where it stopped. I saw a hand reaching out from the water towards me. I stepped back, but it still kept coming. The hand was rotten. It was old. Bones could be seen. As I stepped back further, it came towards me still.