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In the middle of a sleepless night, guilt-ridden Mulder agonizes over Scully's disappearance.
 


Rated: PG

Spoilers: Duane Barry, Ascension, many others.

Category: Mulder/Scully friendship, X-File, Mulder POV

Archive: Gossamer and any other nice home. I'll bring the tea if you let me visit.

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It's true what they say: There's no rest for the wicked. As I lay here on this excuse
for a couch that I sleep on, I feel I have led you down a deadly path. Nights now
are long, restless and meaningless.

My epitaph may as well read: "Fox Mulder led an innocent female FBI Agent to her
death." There is no solace in your mother's reassurances, or the sight of your cross
when I look at it to find some focus, some hope. Sleep is a word in the dictionary, a
thing other people do at night to regenerate themselves.

Over and over again, I go through the night Duane Barry drove you to your death or
abduction. I don't really know for sure. What was I doing that was so damn important
I couldn't get to you in time? You believed you were being followed. You called.
Where was I? I was jogging. Jogging.

Now, I run to find you. I run away from my past, my present and my future because
things are so damn hard to face. So damn painful.

I couldn't save you and I couldn't save Samantha. And if I do find either one of you, will
I be forgiven? I don't know. There's a lot of doubt in my mind. My quest fueled my spirit;
gave me a sense of purpose. Now, a quest to find you keeps me going more than
anything else. When I find you, what will I see?

My desperate need to find the Truth, whatever that may be, has a price to it. I know
that. I've been warned about it. I didn't listen. Damn me!

My search for other truths in this world has led you into dangerous journeys. A nice walk
in the woods turned you into mite munchies. The Arctic Volcano was a good example
of my disregard for the real world. Larvae burrowing into animals and people driving
them mad. I had to see people sprout spores from their necks, exposing you to the
distinct possibility you'd be the next victim. Chalk another one up for Spooky, advocate
of the paranormal.

Now where are you? If you are alive, I pray you're not suffering.

If... no I won't think about it. If you could hear my silent pleas night after night, day after day,
would you come back? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. But then, you didn't run away,
either.

I played around with a female involved with vampires! Yes, she saw that I was torn, worn,
tired and worried, searching for you. I was weak. I needed comfort, I guess. And I feel so
empty still. I feel as though my heart has been torn out. Last night, I wondered if I had ever
had one. Psychotic ramblings of a sleep-deprived UFO chaser. Good title for my
autobiography, right, Scully? I look at your file. Dana Scully has a place in the X-Files.
But not in the file cabinet. Beside me at work. So real, so pragmatic, so grounded. The
perfect partner for a paranoid, aliens-theory-spouting, selfish bum. Your glasses remind
me of your clarity of vision. Not eye vision, but well, that which can be understood as
logical, I guess. Your cross reminds me you have a faith, hope, promise. Such a promising
life may still be ahead of you. I must think positively.

You ARE hope. Young, determined and brilliant, with a glow to you.

When I find you, and I will find you, I want you alive. I want to tell you how much I value our
partnership, our friendship, your presence in my life. But I can't do that if I don't find you.
I would give anything to take your place if it meant you were safe and sound in your own
home this second.

Tomorrow, I put on the suit, grab my bag and head out to chase down another lead, perhaps
on another road to another dead end. But perhaps not a dead end road this time.

When I find you, yes, when, I will sleep. Until then, as I am under no compunction to feel good
about myself, there is no rest for the wicked.

How did I let go of you? I'll never let go of you again. I promise.


END

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