So here is the second chapter.

"Leave me alone, leave me alone, why can't you stop….stop following me, I can't breathe. Just let me be…" My world is spinning; I can't take it……this demon, why can't it just leave me alone...

I'm brought out of my nightmare by a banging on my door. I know who it is, it's him. He'd been calling since I got home. Finally, I just fell asleep ignoring the constant ringing. He must have finally given up calling and just came over. I should suspect as much. He invaded my dreams, I know that thing chasing me was him.

"Come on, Scully open up, I know you're in there."

He is yelling out in my hallway, what the hell is wrong with him; he's going to wake the whole building. I guess I better answer it before the landlord calls.

"What the hell is your problem Mulder?" I ask him when I swing the door open.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" He asked as if I'm obligated to answer.

"I didn't feel like it, I was sleeping, why the hell are you here Mulder? I told you I didn't want to talk about it."

"Scully? What's wrong? You look like you're having one hell of a night. Talk to me, if you can't talk to me who can you?" He's giving me those puppy dog eyes and I can't take it, they are like poison, pulling me into that never ending circle that he and I are constantly running around. That feeling in the pit of my stomach is returning. I can't handle it, if I could just give him up now, maybe I'll be able to think to sleep to just be.

"No Mulder, I can't. I can't tell you anything."

"Why not?"

"Because, I can't. I just can't" Why is my voice raising? Don't panic Dana. What does he want me to tell him? That he's like a leech sucking the life out of me, if I can't have all of him; I can't live with just part of him.

"Well I'm not leaving until you do, I deserve that much."

What the hell is he taking a seat for? He can't stay here. I need to be alone. Maybe if I shut my eyes he'll disappear. No he's still here, maybe I can leave. No he'll just follow. So I take a seat far away from him at the dining room table. He hasn't turned his head around to look at me. Please don't let him look at me. Breathe Dana, breathe.

I have to walk around I can't sit here in this silence, I end up in the kitchen, I'm not even hungry, but I can't be in the same room with him right now.
I can hear his breathing, smell his sweet cologne.
God why am I so drawn to this man? I hate to love him right now.

I can't take it.

I need to touch him just to get a fix.

So, I'm walking over to him now. I don't know if he hears me or not. I don't really care this is wholly for me, my fingers are dragging along his collar and into his hair. I start massaging his scalp. Feeling him give into my touch only fuels my need to touch him more. It's like I can breathe again. He's turning into my touch; his lips are on my fingers, in my palm. I pull away and back away to my room, locking the door behind me.

I can't take it…………