The Things That Get The Best Of Us
by ne0o51@aol.com
spoilers: The Field Where I Died
classification: UST I guess..
rating: strong PG-13 for imaginary violence in dreams and the "D" word
archive: anywhere as long as my name is on it
discalimer: okok...i don' own them...so sue me..but i have no money!
author's note: ***this story I had to write because i really dreamed the dream last night and it was really creepy***
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The Things That Get The Best Of Us
by ne0o51@aol.com
She couldn't sleep. The case that day had gotten the best of her. There wasn't much to talk to Mulder about, even though they both knew that they were soulmates. And Melissa....Melissa.... It made her jealous and knew she shouldn't feel that way so it made her shameful and angry. He was so upset about her death eventhough he barely knew her.
She wanted to go over to Mulder's and talk, but she knew that he would be out. Drinking. He always did that after any emotionally exhausting case. Damn the FBI.
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Time almost stood still as if nothing was real. Maybe it wasn't. She was herself, but not herself in most ways. Looking around, she saw people. Many of them gathering together and talking, planning a rebellion. She was a part of it, the whole thing. Maybe even the leader.
Pushed into the circle of people, she noticed others at different sides of the room going about their business. But these people in front of here were planning a rebellion. The discussion was interrupted by the presence of a man in a red robe. A leader. The group split up and she went about her business guarding the prison cells. The prisoners were traders of the "group" and they themselves were also planning a rebellion. Dare she not tell anyone, but she heard it all. If the man in the red robe were to hear of their plans, she would be had by the prisoners.
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Scully sat up quickly in bed, reflecting on what she had just dreamed. She knew that the case had caused her to dream of such things. Poor Mulder, he always had nightmares. Now she knew how he felt waking up every night with the image of his siter in his head. She threw a few of the blankets off herself and glanced at the clock. 2:37 a.m.
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It was time. The prisoners were about to take action. She knew all this but the others were too caught up in their own rebellion to even care about the prisoners. The group must hate their leader if they are all planning their own escape.
The man in the red robe had a wife. She was dark skinned and pregnant with her first. Tonight the child was due for delivery and the prisoners knew this. They were going to break out at sunset and take the leader's wife up to the top of the mountain to deliver the baby so some sort of ritual could be preformed. They would not harm the child, only take it with them...wherever they were headed.
Now it was only a matter of time until sunset.
The time came quickly and the prisoners were fighting out of their cells, breaking down the door. She stood back, knowing that there was nothing she could do. The man in the red robe ran down the stairs, coming towards the prisoners and catching one by the shirt as he was headig out. The penalty for attempted escape was the most harshest of all the totures. The man in the red robe commanded one of his followers to perform this, and she had to watch it happen along with another follower who had previously been sentenced to death himself.
The man preforming the torture on the prisoner first cut his throat and stopped there. Something was wrong. That was not part of the task. before she knew it, he had slit the throat of the man beside her and she was the man's next target.
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A large hand grabbed her own and Scully jerked awake. It was Mulder. What was he doing here? She fought to get up and soon was standing beside him.
Flipping on the lamp beside the bed, he explained himself. "I..I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop over and say hey and see how you were doing."
Scully looked up at Mulder, "I just had a bad dream...!"
"Yeah, I know. I heard screming from outside the door and let myself in. I as afraid that something had happened."
"I'm fine now...I'm OK.." he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.
"No you're not. You are still shaking." they held eachother for a few minutes and she began to alk about her dream.
"I was part of a cult..and everyone was planning at escape...it was really bad."
"Yeah... I guess this case got the best of us."
Scully pulled from his arms and wiped her nose. "What do you mean?"
He sighed. "I mean I was having bad dreams too."
There was an odd silence that Scully soon broke. "Stay here, I am freaked."
"Gladly."
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