Authors Note: Sorry I left you hanging there but I'm a sucker for
cliffhangers. Here's Chapter 8. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Files I just borrow their characters for my
own twisted pleasure. HeHeHe.
Chapter 8: If Only Scully untangled herself from Mulder's arms and slowly pulled away. Mulder looked at her, and then helped her to her feet.
"Are you ok?" Mulder asked compassionately.
"I'm fine," Scully answered as she wiped away her tears and started to put the walls around her heart back up. She moved away from him and added, "I'm going back to sleep."
"Scully, you are not fine, you act so strong but why can't you ever let someone get close to you?" Mulder retorted.
"It was a nightmare, nothing more," Scully said with a glare that could make anyone back down, but not Mulder.
"Scully, please talk to me," he pleaded with all his heart.
"I can't," she replied.
"Why?"
"I...I just can't," she stammered. "Please, just leave."
"Fine," Mulder said as he started to leave the bedroom, but stopped at the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."
After he left, Scully sat back down on the bed and let fresh tears flow. Why couldn't she just talk to him, she asked herself. But she knew the answer; if she told him about the nightmare it would reveal so much about how she feels towards him, and she was terrified he didn't share her feelings. If he didn't, it would break her heart. If only she had the courage. If only...
Meanwhile, in the living room/kitchen, Mulder sat on the couch and turned on the TV.
Why won't she ever let me in, Mulder asked himself. She never lets anyone into her heart, most of the time not even her mother. If only she'd let me get close, I'd tell her. I'd tell her how much she means to me and that I love her. If only...
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Unknown Location "Things are going as planned," the bald-headed man said. "That nightmare was a little unexpected, but we'll fix that." He looked at the two people around him.
The blonde haired man turned away from one of the computer screens and looked at his superior. "Sir," he began, "we have made their dinner plans and are going to invite them any minute. Our agent will bring it up disguised as a maid."
"Good, good. All is going according to plan then," the bald man said with a mischievous smile on his face. "All is good."
*******Like it? Hate it? Tell me please. I love to know. I'd also like to thank Paige, my new editor. She's incredibly helpful!**************************
Chapter 8: If Only Scully untangled herself from Mulder's arms and slowly pulled away. Mulder looked at her, and then helped her to her feet.
"Are you ok?" Mulder asked compassionately.
"I'm fine," Scully answered as she wiped away her tears and started to put the walls around her heart back up. She moved away from him and added, "I'm going back to sleep."
"Scully, you are not fine, you act so strong but why can't you ever let someone get close to you?" Mulder retorted.
"It was a nightmare, nothing more," Scully said with a glare that could make anyone back down, but not Mulder.
"Scully, please talk to me," he pleaded with all his heart.
"I can't," she replied.
"Why?"
"I...I just can't," she stammered. "Please, just leave."
"Fine," Mulder said as he started to leave the bedroom, but stopped at the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."
After he left, Scully sat back down on the bed and let fresh tears flow. Why couldn't she just talk to him, she asked herself. But she knew the answer; if she told him about the nightmare it would reveal so much about how she feels towards him, and she was terrified he didn't share her feelings. If he didn't, it would break her heart. If only she had the courage. If only...
Meanwhile, in the living room/kitchen, Mulder sat on the couch and turned on the TV.
Why won't she ever let me in, Mulder asked himself. She never lets anyone into her heart, most of the time not even her mother. If only she'd let me get close, I'd tell her. I'd tell her how much she means to me and that I love her. If only...
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Unknown Location "Things are going as planned," the bald-headed man said. "That nightmare was a little unexpected, but we'll fix that." He looked at the two people around him.
The blonde haired man turned away from one of the computer screens and looked at his superior. "Sir," he began, "we have made their dinner plans and are going to invite them any minute. Our agent will bring it up disguised as a maid."
"Good, good. All is going according to plan then," the bald man said with a mischievous smile on his face. "All is good."
*******Like it? Hate it? Tell me please. I love to know. I'd also like to thank Paige, my new editor. She's incredibly helpful!**************************