From: Tanja Voet To: ; Traci ; Snowlux ; Snow Dolphin ; ; ; Rapunzel Blueyes ; Randi Kessler ; Nichole ; Nessy ; ; ; Melina de F. Hirata ; Jenny Becker ; Helena ; Francina Brouwer ; Erin Blair ; Donna Honeycutt ; Daniela ; ; ~Joey~ ; Chloe J ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Subject: [shipperworld] New: And she cries ... (1/1) Date: maandag 11 december 2000 20:02 Title: And she cries .Title: And she cries .. (1/1) Author: Tanja E-mail: voet@tanja-myrna.demon.nl; xfshippers@writeme.com; tanyavoet@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Keywords: MSR, Angst, Maggie Scully POV Summary: sequel to All I want for Christmas. Looking at the life of a woman, through her mother's eyes. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and the other X-files characters used in this story aren't mine. They belong to Chris Carter, Fox Network and 1013. Archiving: Gossamer and Shipperworld always. Anywhere else, yes, but please send me a note to let me know J Author's notes: Well here's the sequel to All I want for Christmas. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all X-files fans and to my friends. On to a new and hopefully very shippy new year J Dedication: For Joey. What would I do without you? And she cries . (1/1) Dana rarely cries. Even when she was growing up it hardly ever happened and since she left home for college, I can count the number of times I saw her cry on one hand. . The first time was when Bill died. She tried to be so strong, my youngest daughter. Always wanting everybody to think she is strong. Let them think she can handle things, she's always been like that. So afraid to let others in, not wanting to depend on anybody but herself. I never let her know I did see her cry that afternoon. She looked so lost, the tears trickling down her face, that was partly turned away from us, so that we wouldn't see. Things were slowly starting to get better, when Melissa was taken from us. Two important people taken away in such a short amount of time. It makes you think about the fairness of life. She didn't cry when I was there in the hospital, it was after I had left and came back to get something I had forgotten. It was then that I saw her break down, in the arms of her partner. It was the first time I saw her so vulnerable, so willing to let him in. I think she only allowed it for a short time, because when I saw them two weeks later, they were back to their normal selves. Partners and friends, but nothing more than that. The third time she cried, it was in front of me. It was right after she had gotten a phone call from the police department in New Mexico, to tell her that Fox was missing. At that moment I knew she loved him. The pain in her eyes was even more than I could bare to look at. She was so lost, so scared that they wouldn't find him. Luckily they did, but obviously the incident wasn't enough to bring their walls down for good. They remained what they had always been, even though I could see that they kept growing closer and closer. A few months ago Fox disappeared again. Until that time I had no idea that he and Dana had gotten involved. She told me, when I visited her in the hospital. Laughing through her tears she told me she was pregnant. The one thing she had always wanted, the one thing I thought she would never have. Even though I had no idea how it was possible that she was pregnant, I was happy for her. Until her smile disappeared, replaced by fresh tears, when she told me Fox was missing. He disappeared working on a case in Oregon. She also told me he was the father of their baby. She loves him and she needs him. And even now she tried to be strong, determined to find him, to make sure that their baby would not grow up without his or her father, while I know she was breaking down inside. But she was determined to find the man she loved with her whole heart. I know that even though she won't tell me, even though she didn't want to show it in front of me, she cried herself asleep at night, scared and alone. She didn't tell me, but there were nights when she stayed with me, for one reason or another. Nights when I would check on her, before going to bed myself. The darkness of the room failed to hide the tear stains on her face, while she was sleeping, probably dreaming of better times to come. Or nights when I wouldn't go in, but did hear the muffled cries coming from her bed room. A few days ago I saw her cry again. But this time it weren't tears of fear. She wasn't crying because she was scared or because she was hurt. She was crying because after 5 months she had finally found what she had been looking for. It was in his hospital room that I saw her cry, when he carefully caressed her swollen stomach, looking up at her, a look of amazement, adoration and happiness on his face. And she cried .. There was only one difference this time, this time she was crying tears of happiness. The End Feedback is more than welcome J Flames are used to light the fire *g*