Okay I realized something... my stories reviews have MAJORLY dropped... so I think I shall start a new one BUT still keep writing the others for the people that were actually reviewing :-D that way everyone wins anyways basically it's season eight... only rewritten :-D PLEASE REVIEW!

Scully lay paralyzed, unable to reach out, to touch his face and pull him close to her. The apparition spoke, mouthing the words she could not hear. His eyes stared blankly past her and she was reminded of a similar image she once had of her late father. She strained to focus in the darkness of her bedroom as the image started to fade. The hairs rose on the back of her neck as she pulled herself up from the bed in a desperate attempt to stop him from leaving. The feeling was coming back to her body, her limbs responding as she reached out her hand, but there was nothing.

"Mulder," She whispered his name into the darkness.

The sound of the phone ringing jarred Scully back into reality. Disoriented and suddenly cold, she found herself kneeling at the bottom of her bed, unable to remember how or why she was there. Had she been dreaming? The phone, where was the phone? What time was it? She fumbled over the tangled sheets and found the night stand, knocking the alarm clock to the floor, the red display flickered as it landed, 03:10am.

"Hello."

"Agent Scully, It's Skinner...Mulder's been found."

"What? Wh...um...where?"

"He turned up at Bellefleur Memorial Hospital as a John Doe. The doctors have been unable to tell me his condition other than that he is in a coma and that they have him stabilized on life support. I suggest you get yourself on the first flight to Oregon in the morning."

"Uh, yes Sir, I'll, um, I'll meet you there."

Replacing the receiver, Scully turned to look again at the foot of her bed. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried in vain to slow the heart that pounded beneath her chest.

Scully fought hard to repress the urge to just run out the apartment there and then, barefoot and clad only in her pajamas. Realizing that running all the way to Oregon was not the way to go, she attempted to regain some composure and get herself organized properly. Pulling her overnight bag from the top of the wardrobe she grabbed haphazardly for clothing and toiletries, turned on the shower and stubbed her toe as she ran back through to the bedroom.

"Damn it!"

She winced at the pain but somehow welcomed the clarity it brought. She had been waiting for that phone call for too many months. She had dreamed about it on those rare nights when she slept deeply enough and now the pain in her toe was there to let her know it was not a dream, not this time.

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