A/N: Hi ^^ I'm very happy today, just want to share this happiness with all of you. I finished my hard exam today. Yay! :) Thank you for reading my story till now. I didn't have time to check my mistakes of last chapter. :D So sorry for it.

HA, and happly children's day. LOL.

Chapter 9: You are killing her.

It was awkward situation.

Matthew rolled his eyes. He called Gillian last night but she didn't answer his phone. He was afraid that she was still angry and didn't want to talk with him so he came to her house early in the morning, hoping that she will forgive him. And now he saw this bastard Mulder standing here in front of Gillian's house.

"Hi," Mulder said coldly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Matthew didn't bother to greet him.

"It's not your business."

"Why not? Gillian is my fiancée. Of course i want to know what the hell you are doing here in front of her house," Matthew said with angry in his voice.

"I just want to see if she is ok,"

"Thank God, it's very kind of you Mulder. She's always ok before you jumped into her life, no, our life," He ironized.

"I didn't come here to argue with you Matt, but she was bleeding last night," Mulder said mildly, worrying for Gillian.

"What? You met her last night?" Matthew's eyes grew widely.

"Not now Matt, I'm telling you this seriously. I've rung at her door for 30 minutes but she didn't seem to hear it," Mulder said, trying to ring the doorbell again.

"Well, I will call her."

"Hmm I called her but she didn't answer it. Do you have a key?"

"Yes I do. But maybe she's taking a shower. I don't want to disturb," Matthew answered, forgetting that he just wanted so badly to kick this bastard'ass some minutes ago.

"It's 30 minutes…"

"Hm…."

"Gillian?" Matthew yelled as he and Mulder entered the living room.

"She's not here."

"Maybe she's still sleeping?"

"Hm… let me check," Matthew said.

"Knock, knock…" He yelled through the bedroom's door, "Gillian? Honey? Are you here?"

Mulder and Matthew decided to open the door. Both of them was standing deadly as they saw Gillian lying in her bed, with a lot of red blood in her pillow.

"Oh my God!"

They rushed to the bed.

"Gilly? Oh honey wake up, you are scaring me…" Matthew lifted her head, crying.

"Wait, I will call 911," Mulder pressed the number.

"How is she?"

"She's still in faint," Matthew answered, looking down to his hands, "I don't know what the hell is happening with her."

Mulder didn't say anything. He was afraid that Scully's cancer came back, not wanting to remember about that terrible time again, she was nearly dying and he couldn't do anything to help.

"Hi." Mulder smiled.

Gillian smiled weakly.

"How do you feel?"

She nodded, not answering his question, "I think you came back to DC?"

"No, I just cancel it this morning. You are scaring us," he said with the concern.

"Us?"

"Yes. Matt came house to take some stuff for you. They said that you have to stay in hospital for some days."

"I'm fine. I want to go home. It's a little bleeding…" she said, looking at him with her puppy eyes.

"You are bleeding a river," he joked, then changing to a serious voice, "you need to be here for taking some test."

"Mulder…"

"Yes?"

"I was dreaming about you…" she whispered.

"What?"

"No… not that way, i mean, last night, i had a dream about you and me. In my dream, we stood in the rain, and i was laughing so hard, it's weird…" Gillian smiled as she thought about that dream again.

'We did! Yes we did! You was laughing at me because you think that i was crazy, time couldn't be lost.' Mulder thought, he wanted to yell but he managed himself not to do it. He had to find some ways to make Gillian believe in him.

"Anything else?"

"No, then I woke up here, in hospital again. It's not happy ending," she sighed.

Three days after.

"Knock, knock!"

"Matt? What are you doing here?"

"You are killing her!" Matthew replied.

"What do you mean?" Mulder was confused.

"You are killing her. She will die if she remembers all of her memoris."

"What?"

"I lied. Yes, i don't know if she's Gillian or not. It's the name they told me. But i don't care who she is or where she was from… I love her. Please go away, Mulder. Don't kill her," Matthew said, begging.

"Who did tell you that?"

"They…"

"Who are they?"