Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
email: bellydancergirl7...
Distribution: All okay
Classification: S,R,H
Keywords: MSR
Rating: R
Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into
season 8 only with a twist.
Summary: MSR
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I only own the elephant.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Progress: WIP

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come amico

Beautiful. Handsome.

Brown. Hazel.

Determined. Crying.

Playful. Energetic.

Passionate. Loving.

Joking. Teasing.

Professional. Strong.

Brave. Courageous.

Stupid. Idiotic.

Gentle. Soft.

Warm. Thoughtful.

Considerate. Giving.

Pain coursing through. Veins burning. Copper.

Ice cold. Hard floor. Tears burning.

Lethargic movement. Heavy eyes. Voices.

Organs shutting down. Shouting everywhere. Voices drowning.

Blue. Black and white. Paramedics.

Mulder.

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pauroso

"What happened out there!" the loud voice demanded. "What the hell happened?"

Skinner stood from his chair. The voice kept coming at him.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be easy. In and out. Who made the wrong call?"

"Nobody," Skinner tried to answer calmly. "the suspect surprised us. Turns out he was a gang member. He had his buddies waiting."

"Did you catch them?"

"Yes, all of them. They're all going to jail for a very long time."

"They better. Otherwise I'm going to hunt them down," the voice still sounded erratic. "How long's she been in surgery?"

"It's only been an hour, Mulder. The bullet barely missed her ribs and many vital organs. They said she'd be in surgery for a few more hours," he repeated what the doctor had told him. "She's in critical condition."

"I want to talk to someone," Mulder demanded. "I need to know she's okay."

"They can't tell us anything until she's out of surgery. You know that, Mulder," Skinner reasoned.

Mulder stopped his pacing. His feet guided him in front of his boss. Skinner had never seen him this angry before.

"Why the hell was she even out there? We weren't primary on the case," he demanded to know.

"We needed more people. You'd already gone home and she came up to my office to see if I had any new information on the case. That's when the call came in," the taller man explained.

"She still shouldn't have been out there," Mulder muttered. He looked about ready to hit someone. He glanced at the many doors surrounding him. He ran his hands through his hair, his mind in turmoil.

He took off without warning down the hall he came through.

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ricordo

Laughter. His laughter. His sweet laughter. His laughter filled her head.

Hazel eyes. Ugly looking ties. Beautiful white smile.

Bruised body. Tanned. Scarred.

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colpa

Mulder splashed cold water on his face, shocking his senses. He leaned against the sink in the men's room, his eyes avoiding his reflection.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have left early. If he wasn't still mad at her, he wouldn't have left early. He would have convinced her to play hooky for the rest of the day so they could have a start at an early weekend.

He looked up to stare at his reflection.

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momentos bella

Late night talks and lovemaking. Hospital vigils. Carefree teasing.

Pizza and beer. Heartfelt talks. Baseball.

Gentle hands, healing almost with touch. Soft voices but firm.

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in lacrime

he couldn't afford to lose her. She meant too much to him than ever before. He hadn't even told her he loved her yet. Off drugs at least. He was sure she knew it but he needed her to hear the words.

Water drizzled down his face, landing audibly in the sink, at least to his ears. His tears were mixed with them.

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non acorna

Brown curly hair and blue eyes. A beautiful white smile. A love for sports like her father but the mind of her mother.

The proud father playing at the beach with his daughter. Laughter. Always laughter. Watching from a distance.

Waves crashing and the sounds of children. A beeping noise speeding up. Bright light.

"We're losing her. Get the defibrillator."

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sviluppo

Mulder stood from his chair for what seemed to be the millionth time in the last hour.

"I can't wait any more," he announced to Skinner. "I hate not knowing. It's been three hours. They should be done by now."

And as if God answered his spoken prayer, he heard his name being called.

"Are you Fox Mulder?"

Mulder turned around to see a doctor standing a few feet away.

"Yes, how is she?" he immediately asked.

"I'm Dr. Tancreta. I was Dana's surgeon." She shook Mulder's already shaking hand. "Let's go into my office."

"Please, don't stale. You can tell me here. I can't wait any longer," he told her impatiently.

Dr. Tancreta cleared her throat. "Very well. We managed to remove the bullet but we almost lost her on the table. We had to stitch up a nick on her stomach from where the bullet passed. That was the only major damage done."

Mulder could almost breathe again.

"However her body is still in considerable shock and she's still listed as critical. She's under some pretty heavy medication so I don't expect her to wake up tonight."

"But she'll be okay?"

Dr. Tancreta nodded. "Given a lot of time and rest and she'll be as good as new."

"When I see her?"

"They're moving her into the ICU now. You can see her when she's settled."

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primo squardo

It took another hour before they let Mulder in to see her. Skinner opted to stay behind.

Mulder almost couldn't force himself to go through the door. When was the last time she'd been the one in the hospital anyway?

She looked so fragile lying there. Too many wires were hooked up to her. He never did care to see them.

His feet made their way to the chair next to her bed. Her hand was the first thing found. He couldn't keep the tears from falling.

Skinner rapped lightly on the door hours later so as not to startle Mulder. He noted how slow the man was to answer the door but he kept quiet.

"How's she doing?"

Mulder shut the door. "She's still asleep but the doctor said everything is in order for now. She's as she should be."

Skinner nodded but didn't push the subject.

"It's late," Mulder pointed out. "Why don't you just go home? I'll be here the rest of the night."

"Did you call her mother?"

"She's out of town. I'll inform her when she gets back."

Skinner bid the man goodnight before leaving down that same hallway.

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risveglio

He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming.

Scully was caressing his face. He could vividly feel her hand running through his hair.

"Mulder…"

He couldn't find her. He could hear her but he couldn't see her.

"Mulder, wake up." His shoulders were shaking. Someone was shaking them.

He slowly opened his eyes. Was that sunlight?

"Mulder, it's morning. Time to wake up now." That was Skinner's voice.

"What time is it?"

"Past ten. She hasn't woken up yet. Her mother's on the way."

Mulder lifted his head from Scully's bed. He still held her hand tightly in his. Was it him or was the grip stronger?

"Get the doctor," he ordered Skinner. He kept his eyes glued to Scully.

"What?"

"Get the doctor! She's waking up."

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in via di guarigione

"How are you feeling, Dana?" Maggie Scully asked her daughter. She took the cup of water back from Scully.

"Fine, mom. I can't feel any pain yet," she answered, her eyes glancing to the door. "Where's Mulder?"

"I sent him down to the cafeteria for coffee. He was in dire need of it." She eyes her daughter with curious eyes. "Why? Is something wrong between the two of you?"

"No…" she started to say but her mother's sharp look stopped her. "Kind of. He's been mad at me for a few days now."

"Mad at you? Why?"

"It's a long story, mom. I'd rather not talk about it."

Maggie took in her daughter's defeated look. She only saw that look when Mulder was the one in the hospital.

"He'll come around, Dana. He can never stay mad at you," Maggie assured.

"Apparently he can," Scully began to counter until the man in mention appeared in the door.

He knocked on the open door. "Hi, I brought your coffee, Mrs. Scully." She started to say something but he quickly stopped her. "I already had my cup downstairs."

She smiled at his intuition. "I'll leave you two alone then." She quickly made her exit, shutting the door behind her.

A noticeable tension filled the room. Mulder returned to his seat beside her bed. He hesitantly took her hand back, glad to see her temperature was back to normal.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here," she admitted. The sound made him smile.

"I was worried about you. You weren't even supposed to be there."

"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly, "for everything."

"Don't," he shushed her. "There's no need for it."

"But, Mulder…"

He placed a finger over her lips. "There's no need. It's forgotten. I'm just worried about you now."

"I'll be fine, Mulder," she insisted.

"I haven't been that worried in a long time," he confessed. He ran a finger down her cheek, moving a stray strand of hair. He hadn't lied when he said that. He couldn't remember feeling so panicked when h got the call from Skinner. "I was so scared."

"I was scared too, Mulder. Especially with the way we are now."

He shook his head. "The way we were. I was being stupid; it's my fault. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not," she said adamantly. "We were both being stupid. We should have learned to talk by now."

He agreed. He ran his fingers over her lips, smiling when she kissed them. "Can this be our one fight for the year?"

"I'd say we don't need to fight."

Her heart actually fluttered when he kissed her, his lips gently caressing hers. She never wanted to get rid of the sensation. Especially when she finally figured out just how much she needed him.

"I got you something when I was downstairs," Mulder told her, pulling away.

"More flowers from a guy with a broken leg?" she joked.

"No," he chuckled. "Something softer. I was passing the gift shop when I saw this in the window."

He held out to her a small white elephant with a pink bow filled with pale pink hearts on its head.

"I thought it was cute."

She smiled at the gift, her eyes retaining the light they got when he was around.

She took the elephant from his grasp. "It is cute. Thank you."

She sued all the strength she had to pull him to sit with her on the bed. He allowed her to move him. Her fingers played with his as he settled next to her, bringing a small smile to his lips. At least they were resilient.

"Mulder, I have to tell you something."

"You're leaving me for one of the male nurses," he joked as was his nature.

"Mulder, it's serious," she said firmly. "It's about when I was shot."

It was amazing how that seemed to shut him up. "I'm all ears."

It took her a moment but she finally got it out.

"When I got shot, it wasn't like the times before. I couldn't feel what it was doing to me, not right away at least. Normally that's all I can think about. But when I got shot, the first thing I saw in my mind was you. All I could see were flashes of you.

"And then, when they… lost me on the table for that short while, I was dreaming about you. Before I could actually feel myself slip away," she tearfully confessed. Mulder kept silent, letting her finish.

"First it was just you I was seeing. Then I was seeing flashes of us. Times we were just being ourselves. And then it was almost like I was propelled into our future. It was beautiful. That's when I heard the doctor saying what I could feel. I was slipping away. I've never been so scared, Mulder."

He pulled her as best he could into his arms, comforting her. She never liked to speak of her times in the hospital and maybe this was why.

He didn't know what he would do if he ever lost her.

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continuato nel captiolo sette...

"Love is friendship set on fire."