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Rated: PG

Categorization: MSR. MA, SA., Scully POV

Spoilers: Requiem. Dead Alive.

Summary: Scully silently pleads for Mulder to get his pain from his
abduction out where they can deal with it.

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Disclaimer: Scully Mulder, the X-files, all titles original and
plotlines are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox
Studios. I make no money from fanfiction and intend no copyright

Since you've been back, you've been very quiet on the subject. I know
how that is. To say that you don't quite remember isn't exactly true.
As I watch you sleep, and even as I sleep, I know the pain you go
through in your dreams. The subconscious mind. Wonderful way for the
mind to decipher the things the unconscious is not yet ready to
handle. It protects one from the things one is yet unready to face.

I hope you find some rest in your hours of sleep. If you wish to talk,
and I have discussed this with you, I am here to listen. Although I
carry your child, I'm sure he or she is safe and cozy in the warmth of
my womb and would most certainly love you for who you are. Neither I
nor this child will ever judge you for opening up, crying, doing
whatever you need to do to resolve the repressed memories.

The tests must have been excruciating. I can only see the scars that
still linger from their procedures. My efforts to prevent the further damage
that was growing inside you have left scars. But what are marks
on the epidermis compared to the horrible memories etched into your
mind and soul? Mere badges you have earned. Symbols that you did not
join the deceivers.

When Skinner, Doggett, Reyes and I were searching for you, I could feel
you calling out to me, perhaps screaming to me in pain. I was powerless
to help you. Now that you're here, I still feel that way. Please don't
tell me just the fact that I'm here is enough. Talk to me.

Soon, our child will arrive. Thank you for giving me a child. Thank God
you will be here to see our baby! I know you will be so pleased, so
proud, so happy. I want to see a smile on your face, a real one, before
I deliver. Smile a genuine smile at the little things that make people's
day: a kiss, the warmth of a gentle breeze, the ironies of life. Smile
at a pretty woman, a funny movie, an unbelievable headline in the
National Know-It-All. Smile at me, with me, for me.

Let me hold you as you weep for all the lost time, the painful testing,
the machinations of men who destroyed your family. Let me listen to you
get angry as hell for what they did to you! You don't complain. You
suffer. I suffer. Let it all out, then let it go.

The Truth shall set you free. Someone said that two thousand years ago,
and you have said it. Well? Follow that advice, my beloved. Yes, we
have a silent 'understanding'. That must evolve into something more
visible, too. The Truth.

When you call for me in your sleep, cry out in pain, scream the most
earth-shattering screams, rail at the devils who took you, I know you
are processing the most terrifying ordeal of your life. It's even worse
than the night you lost Samantha, and you even mumble that as
you dream.

Why can you not do this when you're awake? You claim not to recall
the dreams, yet sweat pours off of you like rain through a down-spout.
The only way to confront our inner monsters once and for all is with
a conscious effort. If that means having help, do it. I'll be here.

And if you go for regression therapy, I'll be the one holding your
hand this time. After all, if I, we, lose you, Fox Mulder, we lose
everything. We may lose the freedom to live. And that is something
you must not deny our child.

There you sleep, finally peacefully, after two very violent outbursts
that I dare not wake you from as they happen. In another hour or so,
or perhaps another night, if you are lucky, the inner storm will begin

I will not let it go on tomorrow night, Mulder. You and I will visit Dr. Verber
and get these demons out once and for all. With my hand in yours, we
will face this thing together.

Soon, when you call for me in your sleep, it will be for a happier


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