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memories ...

Rose Walker: Have you ever been in love?

Desire: To a certain extent.

Rw: Horrible right?

Do: In what way?

Rw: It makes you so vulnerable. Open your chest and your heart and someone can get you and destroy you. You raise your defenses. Build a whole armor for years so you will not hurt, and a stupid person, same as any other, wanders into your stupid life ... give them a piece of you. Do not ask for it. They do something dumb one day, kiss you or smile at you, and then your life is not yours. Love makes you hostage. Log in to you. Devours you and leaves you crying in the darkness, and a phrase like "we will remain friends" or "very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter you through the heart.

Do: How quaint ...

Rw: It hurts. Not only in the imagination. Not only in the mind. It hurts the soul, the body is an inner pain that tears you apart and is real. Nothing should be able to do that and less love. I hate love

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PRINCIPLE ...
"Choose life, choose a job choose a career choose a family choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance, choose fixed interest mortgage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage, choose a payment plan branded suit a wide range of fucking fabrics, choose DIY and ask yourself who the fuck you are on Sunday morning, choose sitting on the sofa watching TV, numbing the mind and crush the spirit, fill your mouth while fucking junk food, choose rotting away at old meandote cagandote and over, in a miserable home, being a burden for wimps selfish and to dust you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future, choose the life. But why would I want to do something?. I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. And the reasons?, There is no reason!. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

And thus ended ...
"I've justified myself in every way. That was not so, only a small betrayal, or that our lives had gone by more and more different ways, that sort of thing. But face it, I gave the stick to my supposed colleagues. My Bergbie me a shit, and Sick Boy, I would have done the same to me if I would have thought first, and Spud, well, okay, I felt for Spud, the never hurt anyone. So why did I do?. Could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is I'm a bad person, but that will change, I'm going to change, is the latest time I do something well, I now reformed and put this behind us, going in the right way and choose life. I'm willing, I'll be like you. Work, family, the fucking big television, washing machine, car, compact disc players and electrical tin openers, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance. mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, branded clothing, DIY, tele-contests, junk food, children, walks in the park, day nine to five, to play good golf, washing the car, stylish sweaters, family Christmas, pension plans, tax relief, getting by, looking forward to the day when the palm ...

Does Panadol Kill You

I'll be there for you I will always love you (cont. Please Forgive me)

Written by: Ghost Lady of
Disclaimer: The characters presented in this fanfic belong only to themselves!
Summary: A reunion, and a mistake that almost repeated.
Feedbacks: to sra_delfantasmal@hotmail.com
Type: This time I can definitely say that it is snogger, angst, y. .. NC17 (This is the first time I write something, not too bad me)

In the previous chapter: After a discussion between David and Gillian his wife about the errors made in the past are forgiven, however. ..


Los Angeles, California

September 20th Century Fox recording X-Files II


June 2005 David parked his silver truck at the entrance of the recording studio, with its thoughts directed towards one person. Eagerly, they got out and entered the study.

saw the entire production team getting ready for the start of the shooting and came to feel at home. Until then, he had not realized how much I missed that environment, it'd ever come to weary.

But despite this sudden emotion, he could not detach his mind of the main reasons that attracted him to sign the contract for the recording of this second film. That motivation was

name: Gillian Anderson. The only woman in the world why he had risked his marriage. He knew that his happiness was complete with Tea and two children, but Gillian was like a drug to which he could not give so easily.

was confused about his feelings towards her. Before loved her, that he had no doubts. But now was not that exactly what I felt ... or maybe yes. I did not know precisely. What I did know was that there was some necessity and custom. Had worked many years together, which was used to being with her almost daily. Suddenly stop seeing her, though at first by choice, had been a very difficult change.

Now her whole being cried out for her again, and if only to discover that the love between them had gone out because of distance and the new lives they led. She had married and was happy, at least that was what he perceived in the e-mails were sent occasionally. Somehow had maintained contact, but not enough to keep alive her confused but passionate relationship. As it was, would find out that morning. Looking

, Gillian tried to locate so many people working, but it seemed he had not yet arrived. Going to give in their eager search, when accidentally stumbled upon someone's back.

When he turned to apologize, he met a woman with long dyed blonde hair and sunglasses. But this apparently was not fooled. He could recognize Gillian from thousands of women, with eyes closed. He had missed so much and now was there, standing before him, beautiful as ever.

could verify that the feeling was mutual when he saw her smile. She had also missed, despite the new life he had chosen, where he could not except as a friend and eventual lover. David wanted to be much more than that, however, it was too late. Too late. Eight years later. And unfortunately could not rewind time. This was a universal law constant.

loved her children, a life without their laughter lightens up the soul, without his small but important gains bragging to the maximum; not every story ever told him to travel back home, was unthinkable. Maybe it was the link that kept him with Tea. But then, where were the promises he had given her only a week? Were they lying? I did not know the answer. I was confused. Gillian confused, tangled feelings, involuntarily forced him to repent of the most crucial elections that had taken over the last nearly ten years, such as marriage.

They had the opportunity to clarify their relationship. Thought they had done that once at the airport, minutes before she traveled to London, but apparently nothing was clear, it just turned to be destabilized. I knew it was a common reaction, so dare to guess their feelings, glimpsed in his eyes, were the same as yours.

very politically was greeted, "Hello", a handshake and nothing more, not to elicit comments, but trying to go unnoticed, walking a distance, Gillian came to the trailer. Inside were the effusive and warm hug that could not be given out by the amount of outstanding looks of them. Chris found it strange that not approach to greet them, was probably out the final details of the production. Better the two so they could be alone.

When they parted, a kiss is allowed reunion they called, and again narrowed sharply. This time it was a hug shorter, but full of immense emotion. It was therefore not seen, they did not feel ... It was more than obvious that the talks with the messenger, visual encounters through the video cam, furtive phone conversations and e-mails had not done much except to keep abreast of news about their lives away .

They were guilty of what they felt, the boundless love that, unlike what Gillian and David believed, had not vanished, they were aware in the midst of passionate madness at home waiting for another person, the other woman or man with whom she had pledged loyalty and love. This gave them enough reason to leave, if not definitely wanted to finish unleashing the passion that at times overflowed.

smiled embarrassed by this situation, not be controlled, and without having excited even said a word or remove some clothes.

tried to calm the heat of their bodies, wondering about their children, new movies or plays in which they participated, the recent marriage of her, but after a while chatting, realized it was useless, that they really wanted was to forget for even a moment of who they were, the lives they had freely chosen to be adopted by a large idiots, and kissing, touching each other without any discretion on every corner and folding skin and so well known by both, and love on the bed, floor or against walls of the trailer. It did not matter where they did, would enjoy equal.

No talk, they knew that that was the plan. David took the first step. Place your hands at the nape of Gillian and pulled him with despair. Literally ate up their lips, because she had always exasperated to go slow. Even without damaging it, embrace it liked all quickly. Sometimes they even had wanted a pair of lips and hands again, only to not let a piece of smooth white skin unattended. Besides, she knew she was waiting desirous that care on their part. He never disappointed in that sense, and vice versa, since Gillian acted the same way. This special day would not be the exception, so cornered against the wall, never taking his lips began to caress her entire hand in hand stripping her clothes. Gillian

stifled sigh, the skill of David to lead this state was amazing, his hands were the only players in this situation. Only he knew how to turn it on so quickly, was the only one who knew all and had sexual fantasies come true. His strokes were becoming more daring, more daring, and she loved it, which swept through her body. His fingers undid the buttons of his pants and slid under her panties, eager to its essence, making her moan recklessly. Cared little where they were and that someone might listen.

But she also wanted to have fun. It was unfair that he was fully dressed and she almost naked, so I took his skillful hands and wet his fiery entry. He stopped the onslaught of his fingers and gave pleasure to Gillian could give. Infinity and libidinous pleasure that only she could provide. Allowed stripped him of his blue shirt and then his jeans and underpants. There was not even a prelude, a rub over your pants, nothing, his secret lover went straight to his cock naked. As in the old days. He began to rub his penis with vehemence, with uncontrollable lust, dropping deep and primitive cries of his master, who writhed and trembled for the immense satisfaction he was getting.

They were in paradise. They felt they had been given a second chance, that their prayers had been heard, that someone had deleted their past mistakes, that remember and love them as unreasonable and impossible, but beautiful to be professed. David momentarily forgot the promises he made to his wife, Gillian, fidelity which until then had remained at Julian. Did not perceive anything but off their tight bodies, their bold strokes and heart pounding. Really going to happen that would not happen this time, but could not avoid.

few knocks on the door broke the scene, but they did not notice until some time later, when the beating became insistent and someone named Gillian. She withdrew her hands abruptly hard erect member and David and, this, in the same way, let's kiss and caress. The two forced breathing. David laid a hand on the wall and lowered his head, Gillian still trapped between her body and the lining of the trailer.

- God ... - Muttered David with the little air that was brought together and shook his head. Had been about to commit a terrible error. Fortunately it had stopped a second before the final step. Were encouraged to raise their head, and Gillian's gesture, hands sheepishly covering his face, she realized that she was sorry, he was relieved that they had been interrupted. They could be wrong so many times. They loved, knew that for years, but some couples simply were not meant to stay together, but it hurt like a knife pierced in the back, maybe in another life if they could. This would have to get used to being friends, just friends, otherwise continue hurting people was not to blame for not facing their feelings at the right time. Someone

again called Gillian. This was the signal to start dressing and grooming in silence.

- now open - Gillian said finishing buttoning blouse. He moved to open the door, when David stopped laying a hand on his arm. Forced her to turn around.

- You know that this can not continue. - David whispered tenderly stroking his chin. She nodded, unable to hide her tears.

- Yes, I know - answered the same way in a whisper. Several tears ran over her face. He gently wiped them and besieged in his strong arms, resting his chin on his head. Perhaps it was the last time you hugged in that context. Gillian gesture rewarded him strongly, covering the waist and buried his face in his chest, releasing a few more tears.

After a few seconds, he let go not only toward the door, but at the same time, also his life.


Malibu, California
11:30 PM

That night, David came home tired after a long day of work. Gillian and he had filmed the first scenes and surprisingly the chemistry between Mulder and Scully remained intact. Tea

asleep waiting for him in one of the armchairs in the living room, covered with a blanket. He blushed deeply, did not deserve a woman so good and sweet to wait for his return. Blame it was burning. Although it had failed to consummate the sexual act with Gillian, had kissed like a pair of wild, touched on the most intimate, and David knew it was just as dishonest intercourse itself.

touched his face and Tea pearly awoke instantly. Seeing the face of her husband, smiled and he felt worse. He was a despicable, did not understand because I loved so much.

- How was your first day of shooting? - She asked, still smiling, patting her cheek. He withdrew his hand, but it does not feel neglected urged her to get up and sat with her on the couch.

- Well, well - responded on it, allowing it to sit down on his chest.

- And something happened to her? Did you feel something at her? - Le asked, but no hint of anger in his voice. Just wanted to know.

- Of course not - David replied immediately, not to plant doubts. - She belongs to my past. Do not forget - he said gently crossing their hands through the hair of his wife, asleep. Before being caught again by sleep, he whispered "I love you" to which David responded with a "me too" with eyes full of tears. I would have liked another woman was sleeping happily and peacefully in his arms.

"END?

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Veronika Decides to Die ...

On November 11, 1997, Veronika decided it was finally time to kill. She carefully cleaned the rented room in a convent, turned off the heat, brushed her teeth and lay down.

From bedside took four boxes of sleeping pills. Instead of crushing them and mixing in water, decided to take them one by one, as there is great distance between intention and action and she wanted to be free to repent halfway. However, each pill he swallowed was more convinced, after five minutes, the boxes were empty.

Not knowing exactly how long it would take to lose consciousness, had left on the bed, a French magazine, Homme, edition of that month, a newcomer to the library where she worked. Even though I did not have any special interest in computers, while browsing the magazine had found an article about a computer game (CD-Rom called him) created by Paulo Coelho, a Brazilian writer she had the opportunity to meet at a conference in Coffee Grand Union Hotel.

two had exchanged words, and she was over being uninvited by the publisher at a dinner to be held that night. But the group was large, and there was no possibility of further on any subject.

The fact of having known the author, however, led to the belief that he was part of his world, and read about their work could help pass the time. While waiting for death, Veronika started reading about computer science, a topic he was not interested at all, and this harmony with all he had done all his life, always looking for the easiest or what was at hand . Like that magazine, for example.

To his surprise, however, the first line of text out of her natural passivity (the sleeping pills had not been dissolved in the stomach, but Veronika and was passive in nature) and did that for the first time in his life, considered as true a sentence that was very popular among her friends: 'nothing in this world happens by chance. "

Why that first line, just at a time when he had begun to die? What was the hidden message that was before his eyes, if there are hidden messages rather than coincidence?

Below an illustration of this computer game, the journalist began his letter by asking, "Where is Slovenia?"

Nobody knows where Slovenia is, he thought. They have no idea. Still

Slovenia existed, and was out there, there inside, the surrounding mountains and the plaza in front of their eyes: Slovenia was her country.

He took his magazine was not interested now indignant with a world that completely ignored the existence of the Slovenes, the honor of his nation no longer commanded respect.

was time to be proud of herself, knowing she had been able, finally had courage and was leaving this life. What joy! And I was doing that as I had always dreamed of: using tablets, which leave no marks. Veronika

had been searching for nearly six months. Thinking he would never be able to get them, had come to think the possibility to slash his wrists, despite knowing it would end with blood filling the room, leaving a confused and concerned nuns.

A suicide demands that people think about themselves first, and then others.

was willing to do everything possible so that his death will not cause much disruption, but if you cut the veins was the only possibility, then, sorry, the sisters who cleaned the room and soon forgot the matter, or if it would difficult to rent again, at last, after all, even in the late twentieth century, people still believed in ghosts.

is true that she could jump from one of the few tall buildings in Ljubljana, but what about the enormous suffering that such an attitude would end causing his parents? Besides the impact of discovering that her daughter had died, would be required to identify a disfigured body: no, this was a worse solution than bleeding to death, then leave indelible marks on people who just wanted their own good.

"end up accepting the death of her daughter. But a busted skull should be impossible to forget. "

shooting, jump into the void, hanging, none of that was in line with their feminine nature. Women, when they kill themselves, choose far less gruesome ways, and slit their wrists or swallowing an overdose of sleeping pills. Abandoned princesses and Hollywood actresses have given several examples in this regard.

Veronika knew that life was always a matter of waiting the right time to act. And so it was: two friends, pitied for their complaints could not sleep, had succeeded in "every man for himself, two boxes of a powerful drug that was used by musicians from a local nightclub. Veronika had left the four boxes on your nightstand for a week, flirting with the approaching death and saying goodbye, without sentimentality, from what we call life.

Now was there, glad to have gone to the end, and boring because I did not know what to do with the little time remaining.

He thought of the absurdity he had just read: how could an article on a computer could start with a phrase such an idiot: "Where is Slovenia?"

As found nothing more interesting to worry about, decided to read the article to the end, and discovered the cause: this game was produced in Slovenia-that strange country that no one seemed to know where it was, except those who lived there, because of cheaper labor. A few months ago, when launched, the French production had given a party for journalists from around the world in a castle in VLED. Veronika

recalled hearing something about that party, it was a special event in the city, not just because the castle has been refurbished to as close as possible to the medieval atmosphere of the CD-Rom, but also by controversy which followed in the local press: journalists were German, French, English, Italian, English ... but no Slovenian had been invited.

The writer of Homme, who had come to Slovenia for the first time, surely with all expenses paid and decided to spend their time praising other journalists, supposedly saying things interesting, eating and drinking for free in the castle, had decided to begin his article with a joke that was much to please the sophisticated intellectuals of his country. Even he must have told some friends of writing false stories about local customs, or how to dress dowdy Slovenian women. Problem

him. Veronika was dying, and their concerns must be others, such as whether there is life after death, or what time would find her body. Still, or perhaps precisely because of that, the important decision he had taken, that article was bothering her.

He looked out the window of the convent faced the small square in Ljubljana. "If you do not know where Slovenia, Ljubljana should be a myth, he thought. As Atlantis or Lemuria or the lost continents that fill men's imaginations. No one would start an article, anywhere in the world, asking where was the Mount Everest, even though it had never been there. And yet, in the middle Europe, a journalist from a major magazine was not ashamed to ask a question of that kind, knowing that most of your readers know where was Slovenia. And more Ljubljana, the capital.

was then that Veronika found a way to pass time as they had been ten minutes and still not notice any difference in your body. The last act of his life would be a letter to that magazine, explaining that Slovenia was one of the five successor republics of the division of the former Yugoslavia.

would leave the letter with his suicide note. By the way, would not give any explanation about the real reasons for her death.

When they found his body, would conclude that he committed suicide because a magazine did not know where his country. He laughed at the thought of seeing a controversy in the newspapers, with people agree or disagree with his suicide in honor of the national cause. Y she was shocked to think about how quickly he had changed his mind because he thought just before the exact opposite: that the world and geographical problems and did not care about anything.

wrote the letter. The moment of good humor made me have second thoughts about the need to die, but he had taken the pills and it was too late to repent.

Either way, he had had moments of good humor like that, and he was not committing suicide because she was a sad and bitter woman who lived a constant victim of depression. He had spent many afternoons of his life wandering the streets of Ljubljana careless or watching from the window his room at the convent, the snow falling in the small square where the statue was located poet, I once had been almost a month floating in the clouds because an unknown man in the middle of that same square, had as a flower.

a person is considered perfectly normal. His decision to die was due to two very simple reasons, and was sure that if I left a note explaining it, many people would understand.

The first reason: everything in his life was like and, once the youth would decline, old age would leave irreversible marks, diseases come and alienate friends. In order to continue living did not add anything to the contrary, the chances of suffering were increasing significantly.

The second reason was more philosophical: Veronika read the newspapers, watch TV, I was aware of what was happening in the world. Everything was wrong, and she could not remedy that situation, which gave him a feeling of total futility.

Soon, however, would have the ultimate experience of your life, and it promised to be very different: death. Wrote the letter to the magazine, left the matter aside and concentrated on more important and more characteristic of what was living, or dying, at that moment.

He tried to imagine what it would die, but failed to produce any results.

Either way, I had to worry about that because I know in a few minutes.

How many minutes?

had no idea. But he loved to think he would know the answer to what everyone is asking: Does God exist?

Unlike many people, this was not the great debate inside his life. In the former communist regime, education officer said that life ended with death, and she ended up getting used to the idea. On the other hand, the generation of their parents and grandparents still attending the church, used to pray and make pilgrimages and was absolutely convinced that God

paid attention to everything you hoped.

At twenty-four, having experienced everything that had been allowed to live, and we must recognize that there was little. Veronika was almost absolutely certain that everything ended with death. Why he had chosen suicide: freedom, finally. Oblivion forever.

At the bottom of his heart, was the question: what if God exists? Thousands of years of civilization made of suicide a taboo, an affront to all religious codes: man struggles to survive, and not to surrender. The human race must procreate. Society needs labor. A couple needs a reason to remain united, even after the love is extinguished, and a country needs soldiers, politicians and artists.

If God exists, I honestly do not think, you know the mind of man has a limit. It was He who created this mess, where there is poverty, injustice, greed, loneliness. His intention must have been excellent, but the results are disastrous. If God exists, He is generous with those creatures who want to quickly move away from this Earth, and maybe even get to apologize for having to jump through here. That

go to hell taboos and superstitions. His religious mother would say, God knows the past, present and future. In this case, and had placed in this world with full consciousness that she would end up committing suicide, and would not be surprised by his gesture.

Veronika began to feel a slight dizziness, which was growing rapidly.

a few minutes and could not focus on the plaza that stretched before her window. I knew it was winter, must have been about four in the afternoon and the sun was setting quickly. I knew that other people continue to live, at which point, a boy who was passing looked at her window, without, however, having no idea she was about to die. A group of Bolivian musicians, where is Bolivia?, Why the magazine articles do not ask that? played in front of the statue of France Preseren, the great Slovenian poet to mark deeply the soul of his people.

Would I be able to listen to music coming from the square?

would be a beautiful reminder of this life: the sunset, the melody had dreams across the world, the room warm and welcoming, the handsome young man full of life that had happened, had decided to stop and now headed it. As he realized that pills were already taking effect, he would most certainly the last person to see.

He smiled. She returned the smile had nothing to lose. He waved, she decided to pretend I was looking at something else at the end of the day the boy was trying to go too far. Puzzled, he went his way, forgetting that face forever in the window.

But Veronika was pleased to have once again been desired. It was not for lack of love that was committing suicide. It was not for lack of affection from his family or financial problems or an incurable disease.

Veronika had decided to die Ljubljana that beautiful afternoon, with Bolivian musicians playing in the square, with a young man passing by her window, and was happy with what their eyes saw and his ears heard. But there was happier not having to watch those same things for thirty, forty or fifty years, it would lose all its originality by being immersed in the tragedy of a life where everything is repeated, and the day before is always equal to next.

stomach now began to spin and she felt awful. "How funny, I thought that an overdose of tranquilizers would make me sleep immediately." But what happened was a strange buzzing in the ears and the sensation of vomiting.

"If you vomit, will not die."

decided to forget the cramps, trying to focus on the rapidly falling night, the Bolivians, people began to close their shops and leave. The noise in the ear was becoming more acute and for the first time since he had taken the pills, Veronika felt fear, a terrible fear of the unknown.

But it was fast. Then he lost consciousness ...

Disadvantages Of Enbrel

Open your eyes Paresthesia Paresthesia

: Agent Macgirl

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xfiles_macgirl@lycos.com Rating: PG-13 Spoilers

: One Breath, Christmas Carol, Emily, Fight the Future.

Keywords: MSR

Disclaimer: We all know this, but you still need to do it, so Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are not mine, belong to Chris Carter, Fox and 1013, and David and Gillian, respectively It's not my intention to make money with them, just out of my mind some of the many things that I can think when I can not see a chapter.

Summary: A miracle on ice.

Note: Many think that the sequence of FTF with the start of the Season 6 does not fit as expected, and that the film is a great void, so I did add a couple of scenes. The Dome C base there, according to my research, very near the area known as Wilkes Land, Antarctica, although the coordinates that give Mulder are located practically on a Russian research base, but I think I'll invent that was not there :) More notes at the end of the story.

Dedication: To my family, Charles H., I hope this if you read it completely, I love you, Caro and Peter for supporting me, and Duncan with me in my long outdated X-Files. If you were only my dog, sure you could call Fox With XLiz for their comments and to change my opinion about the title;)

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A beautiful beach in the Caribbean decorate your dreams. A sea blue and green, sun shining on the horizon, the soft sand on your feet. Today feels all too real, far more than ever. But unlike the other dreams, this is not a beautiful model in bikini sunbathing next to her. Only a great sense of peace and tranquility.

- Carlo ... - Heard a soft melodious woman's voice calling.

- They need you Carlo, you look - again the voice that you can not locate.

- Who need me? - Carlo asks the voice of his dream.

- They are there, where the readings make something strange - the voice said gently.

does not know why, but the voice is very warm and inspires confidence.

- Carlo Find them, please help them - you will hear a tone of concern in his voice. Carlo

think it should be very important for women and decides to help.

- What should I do? - Asked

- Open your Carlo eyes ... you have to come first ... open your eyes and look for the sign ... -

Then everything goes black and gradually regains consciousness Carlo.

The constant sound of a beep and the brightness of the screen let you know that he had fallen asleep doing guard duty in front of monitors and sensors research that has installed the station.

is two months working on joint research station in Antarctica operating between Italy and France, known as Dome C.

After completing his studies in geology and mineralogy in Naples, Charles has specialized in seismology and went and came to the base his country in Antarctica, following a dream and looking for adventure. Carlo

look at the readings on the screen and suddenly remembers very clear voice spoke to him in his sleep. There it was, that was the signal, which should look was before his eyes.

- This is not normal ... - Said very quietly talking to himself.

then ordered a copy of the readings and after waiting to get out the paper, rose from his chair, took his jacket and ran to seek reinforcements. **********



felt some pain as he fell, but then just a deep calm.

tried to move but the cold kept him barely breathing.

tried to keep my eyes open, but lost her sight was not aware yet.

Scully was there, lying in the snow, trying not to fall into a dream which would never return. And for a moment that happened.

Everything went dark around her and a sense of peace and warmth invaded. Suddenly the darkness was turned into a peaceful blue light, just bright.

- Hi Dana ... -

A familiar voice called. Scully tried to see through the light, but saw no one.

- Who's there? - Scully asked

- It's me and I'm with you Dana - I responded with a very loving tone of voice.

- Missy? - Could be ...

- If sister -

- Where are you Missy? I can not see ... - Scully rolled over, but only saw the light.

- You can not see me, but you must listen carefully - Melissa said slowly.

As happened when he spent all of Emily, Scully felt that this was real, so I did not think and analyze what happened.

Scully listened carefully to what her sister meant.

- are in grave danger, but help is on the way. Mulder is very hurt and did not let you fall asleep, you know Dana? -

- If I understand, we must be suffering from hypothermia in the snow, but not where we ...-

- Dana, everything will be fine, Mulder needs you, open your eyes ... -

- No, wait Missy, do not go! -

- always be with you sister, in your heart. But you must not stay longer here. Your place is there to Mulder, is with him that you should be -

- But Mulder and has a better company and I suppose afterwards it will return with ...- Missy replied sadly

Scully recalled the scene in the hospital, Diana took her hand to Mulder as if ... And then, to learn from the boys from his previous relationship, he felt something I did not feel long. Felt jealous. Jealous of that witch would just snap your fingers, much work had cost her the confidence and friendship of Mulder. And sad to think that now take his place, supporting the theories of Mulder. Scully would not be useful for the job. But most of all felt a great pain to think that Mulder would be able to change in a second all this so special that I had with Scully. So mainly Skinner resigned this morning.

- Dana That will not happen, not if you keep your head up and fight for the truth. Only you can help when you arrive the time. Mulder needs you, you must return and take care, that is your destiny ...-

- But ... -

- Open your eyes Dana ... open your eyes and heart, he'll wait ... open your eyes ...-

**********

A bitter cold swept his cheek and his eyes finally managed to notice something. Scully

focus to clearly distinguish this black spot.

Mulder was what he saw in front of her, and had fainted.

No, I can not let him sleep, he thought Scully scared, and making little use of his remaining strength he crawled toward him, lifting snow hugged him tightly.
Kissing her head
repeated in his mind 'Mulder aid is coming, and coming ...'

When she did not wake up and almost ready to mourn Scully repeated aloud now whether

- Do not leave me Mulder ... I need you ... open your eyes ...-

**********

Carlo was watching the horizon, GPS in hand, looking for the exact location from where they originated the strange seismic readings.

Giovanni, a boy a little younger than he was with him at the Snow-cat.

apparently were the first to go to investigate, because the neighboring resort, the United States, were not even called or attempted to confirm seismic data with them.

When I was about to think that all that voice was just proof that he was going crazy being away from home and miss the ravioli was preparing her mother, Carlo was a dark contrast to the perpetual snow white.

Apparently two people sitting a few meters.

stepped on the accelerator of the Snow-cat and stopped almost on them.

run down, followed closely by John and what he saw shocked. Indeed

were two people, a woman holding a man apparently in a very serious condition.

Without knowing where they came from or what language they spoke, Carlo tested using english its not very developed.

(Note: we all know how that works language and translation, so do not tell everyone spoke English.)

- Okay sir, let me help ... - Said as Scully began to raise his arm.

- He is worse than me, please Help him first! - Scully and had almost no strength to speak.

The two men looked surprised that in the middle of nowhere and about to freeze this woman was trying to lift man in her arms.

Giovanni, who was a little taller and stocky, up at Mulder, Scully helped while Carlo.

were taken to the sleigh, settled into the back seat, were covered with several blankets and Giovanni took the wheel.

Women, fire red hair, was trying to warm man, he embraced and massaged to avoid the effects of cold.

- Who are you? What were they doing there in the middle of nowhere? - Carlo asked when his curiosity got the better of his manners. Scully

doubt whether I should respond or not, may be looking to finish them off.

yet this man had an Italian accent and his intention was rather to help them, otherwise they would have shot right there.

- My name is Katherine and William ... he is my husband - better to hide their identity to find out more about these people, he thought - we had an accident -

Apparently the woman did not want to keep talking, and Carlo did not want to bother you, so let your questions for another time. However

could not get his head the idea that the voice of his dream had been right and that as he had said, these people were in grave danger of freezing. He had arrived just in time to help. **********



3 days later ... Italo-French station Dome C, Antarctica

Scully had lost consciousness to reach the base and awoke two days later, in a kind of nursing, yet connected to an intravenous line and covered by a thick thermal blanket.

Burns noted that the cold was in his hands and arms, tried to move his legs and in doing so was relieved.

A few yards away could see a bed where Mulder was also connected, but apparently she was but because their cables contained a heart monitor.

His body protested when he tried to sit up, but his medical experience told him it was nothing to worry about and it was a miracle after what they experienced that way.

He got out of bed and pulled the pipe with a bit of pressure to prevent bleeding.

He walked slowly to where Mulder and read the form with your medical history, thanks to God written in English.

had entered unemployment to reach the base, and had stopped breathing for a couple of minutes.

apparently was now stable, but according to medical notes had not regained consciousness since the found in the snow.

- Open your eyes Mulder ... I know you can do, I'm waiting - Scully whispered so she could hear it coming.

Scully stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead. *********



First it was dark, and then a lighted area will generate much attention. He was very quiet in that place.

Mulder had been spending his life as if on film, every moment since childhood, happy moments and games with his sister, then losing it and with it his innocence and his family. His studies, Phoebe, England, FBI Academy, Diana, meet Frohike, Langly and Byers.

Each time simply count on the screen, but to reach a very special day, began to have a great sense of joy. Scully

entering office and giving hand, the two standing in the rain in a cemetery in Oregon, she took refuge in his arms scared by the marks on his back ...

Mulder wanted to stay to finish watching the 'movie', he felt very well there.

- Mulder can not stay here, not your time yet - he said a female voice

- Who are you? How do you know my name? - Mulder asked intrigued

- Dana told me not to tell you Fox, remember? -

- Melissa? Is that you? -

- If Mulder, and I come to take you back to where you belong -

- That means I'm dead ... - Mulder said a little sad

- Not yet, but will be if you go back and fight. My sister is waiting Mulder is worried about you, you have to return -

- Scully is right? "I managed to save her? -

- If Mulder, and I thank you very much, only you could have done -

- I could not lose it again Melissa ... -

Scully recalled then was lost as he was about to go crazy.

- always taken good care of you, I have seen and I am very happy to know that she has you at his side -

- But I do not want to be more me, and I do not know what I'll do if she leaves I ... - Mulder ducked

the head and was about to mourn.

- Tula love -

- So when you die you become aware of all things ... - Said, turning to look up

- Do not waste your time here Mulder, back to her and say what you feel, that is your destiny ...-

- But ... How? -

- Open your eyes Mulder ... she waits for you, open your eyes and your heart ... - **********



Scully had sought a chair and sat beside Mulder's bed, holding her hand gently and massaged his fingers as he spoke, so maybe I could help you recover sense. There was no apparent physical reason of why Mulder still did not wake up, because in addition to frostbite on the hands, arms and face, some blows to the body and a head injury that apparently had been treated, there was nothing serious.

- Mulder I do not go ... I will withdraw my resignation and see what happens ... please return

...- Le said very softly, stroking her head and her hair, hope and sadness reflected both in his words.

- remember we were in the hallway of your building Mulder, before the bee stung me, remember what you said ... I go on without you I can not Mulder ... Do not leave me now, we need to talk ... I ... -

Words remained in his throat and only a small whimper could leave a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks, and bowed his head to avoid feeling worse. Thus continued whispering.

- I want to have the opportunity to respond to everything you said Mulder ... I also have the opportunity to kiss ... I think that was what you would do before ...-

- Of course that was Scully, still wants to do -

Scully quickly lifted his eyes and saw Mulder awake but with eyes still slightly closed. Mulder tried to smile, the smile was more beautiful than she had ever seen.

- Mulder ... - He replied with a smile, he pressed a little his hand.

- Scully I'm serious, I'm going to stay with the desire ... I'll try again, after buying insect repellent ... -

They both laughed.

- God, you scared me a lot Mulder - the said while stroking his head again.

- Forgive me for leaving you alone Scully, it was not my intention to pass out on the ice -

Mulder to the effort to bring your free hand on Scully's face and it just managed to touch him before losing arm strength.

- I have nothing to forgive Mulder, rather thank for getting me out of * that * hand, is a miracle we are alive, of course, what happened to your head Mulder? -

had much to talk about, but now things would be different. **********



Carlo looked out the window and saw the nurse that the man was awake and looking very happy with his wife. They

cute couple, he thought to himself, and walked back to his room.

- Thanks Carlo ... - Then heard a voice, the same dreams. Even

was not sure that was what had happened to his voice, or because these two people should be saved for him, but knew that there were certainly helped make a miracle.

- De nothing - repondió quietly, and walked with a smile on his face, thinking how much she missed her family in Italy. FIN



I hope you liked it, I tell you that this story came to my mind one day, while trying to break off and defrost a chicken, and while my fingers burned by the cold. Linda true way to get inspiration? I would also like to add that the character I've always liked Melissa and I firmly believe that our loved ones can take care of from the 'beyond'. I welcome your comments

, Bye, Agent

Macgirl

Clinics In Mississauga

written History : Agent Macgirl (xfiles_macgirl @ lycos) and XLiz (lizeth@tutopia.com).

Summary: When feelings of guilt take over more than your own spirit.

Disclaimer: The story is told here is a tribute to the television series The X-Files is not intended to violate copyright.

Type: Angst, XF, POV, MSR.

Timeline: The story is set after the events of Chapter Orison of the seventh year.

Spoilers: # 7ABx07Orison, # 4ABx02Teliko, # 1ABx12Fire, # 5ABx18Pine Bluff Variant. Thanks

:

Macgirl Agent: First I want to say I have a lot of fun writing with XLiz, and never thought I would share my ideas so easily with someone. I thank her for their collaboration, not only in writing this story, but with the videos. I hope this is the beginning of a great and productive friendship X-Phile. Dedicated to my little sister, who has unwittingly been a source of inspiration to write this story;) Dedicated to CHV, thanks for all your support and inspiration, love you. A special greeting to all and all those who have sent me comments from my previous writings, thank you very much.

XLiz : This story was written from the point of view characters. Thanks to Agent Macgirl to be the best that my Mulder Scully could desire. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



What the boys are telling me, more impossible it seems strange, and therefore I must keep an open mind, now more than ever.

According to his research, which affects Mulder is not so much physical and psychological disorder.

Seeing that the doctor did not give us an answer to the symptoms of Mulder, the boys investigate a possible paranormal cause, and that's how they came across a sign that can be very useful. Byers

contact tells me that his belonging to the current New Age told them of a similar case of a young man after a car accident, lost, without apparent cause, the feeling and movement in his right foot. Frohike

added that doctors did everything, but could not determine which was the cause, it was then that the boy was subjected to a relaxation treatments and natural medicine, seeking to unblock your energy channels and apparently was recovering slowly .

The shift now is Langly, who tells me that in the accident, died boy's girlfriend, and apparently, the suppressed anguish with a sense of guilt, his brain caused rejection of the foot, preventing him to walk again, or drive.

I think for a moment, as the three look at me expectantly.

- Do you think that's a good idea to follow this track? - Ask me

Byers - could try ... - something thoughtful answer yet, I'm really unsure if Mulder wants to cooperate with us on this.

- But? - Says something to me doubt eager Frohike

- Mulder has been very depressed these days, not if you want to work today ... I've hardly spoken ... -

not want to have to tell them how bad it is , but so will see for yourself when you go to visit him, their expressions tell me how worried they have left.

So rather than ask, exclaims Langly

- Is it so bad? -

- I fear that if Langly -

- then we must do something, decide on a plan to follow, maybe if you talk to Tao, he can help Mulder, knowledge of alternative medicine are very broad - Byers says the After rising from his chair and looking in a phonebook address.

- We will do everything Scully - Frohike tells me kindly, while Langly nods, because there is not much to say.

I hope to convince Mulder, because, right now, he does need believe. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



rain again, did the weather is conspiring against me? All morning to witness a bright sun and clear skies through the window of my room, and just when I leave the building drops begin to fall on my head.

Not having shaved my face for days and having his arm in a sling have to make me look miserable, an old woman waiting for a taxi has insisted he take it in place with an expression that confirms that I am not alone I who feels sorry for me.

- Where do I take it, man?

The driver is surprisingly young. And if your question is just making me predictable by surprise.

- You know what? I have no idea.

is true. All I wanted was to get away, get out and breathe fresh air but I never clear what he would do when he did. I see the black eyes of the driver through the mirror.

- Well ... when I have no where to go, I drink a beer. - Makes a break and sets sights back on the road - if you do not mind me intruding, you look like someone who can serve you a drink.

His thinking could not be more accurate, I need to lose consciousness, I need to forget about the paralysis of my arm, forget about the hospital, Scully reproachfully and Donnie Pfaster damn.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

- How it is? -

- Just as we hear, is not, there's nobody in there -

The boys, who had stayed in the waiting room while I tried to talk to Mulder, look at me in disbelief. Frohike

even comes over and looks out the door to see if maybe I'm kidding.

- No -

begin walking toward the floor nurses station.

- must have been somewhere, ask the nurse -

- Excuse me, do you know where they took Mr. Mulder? -

- Mr. Mulder has just left the hospital, Dr. Moore sign out a couple of hours -

But how can the doctor be allowed to leave Mulder?, something weird is happening here, does not seem very consistent and he has left nothing out.

Spinning his way to rushing back to the doctor's office, leaving Langly, Byers and Frohike completely amazed. ------------------------------------



- Does not call? -

- Excuse me? -

- Yes, Agent Mulder said he would call me from home, so I warned him that he had left the hospital, I'm Agent Scully -

This is getting worse, first the doctor tells me Mulder took his line intravenous himself and got out of bed ready to go, he said, because they no longer needed to be in the hospital. Now tell me that Mulder obviously cheated so I do not know who had let him go.

not know what to think, it's true I was a little distant from me, and we have not talked about anything lately, but I do not think he was so angry to decide to go in hiding.

- We will contact you doctor - say trying to hide how bad I feel about all this and I leave her office.

really hurts to think that Mulder, after all this time, has returned to leave me behind and gone on their own. I thought it was not necessary that child behavior between the two. I thought I was just going through a bad time, and preferred to be alone to not feel the hurt of others. Obviously I was wrong, now I see that is more serious and I have to talk to him soon.

not happening to me lately, but my feelings are still trying to find cumulative escape tears as I hasten to dry before meeting the boys. ------------------------------------



- It was the doctor did give him High -

begin to walk toward the exit of the hospital with the gunmen following me just as worried as me.

- I do not think Mulder is in condition to be out there in that state Scully, we have to find -

- I know Byers, that will -

Several years of careful and hide had taught them well, so I waited for the parking lot to organize your ideas and help to establish a search plan.

- The best thing to divide us - taking Byers says the spokesperson of the boys as always.

- I agree, I will go to his apartment -

answer trying to hide the pain it causes me to think that if you do not find it there.

- I'll go a couple of places, Byers, and Langly you may search the container reserve recently -

- Good idea Frohike, Mulder still has a copy of the keys -

I have no idea what they are talking, and apparently my expression betrayed me because Langly is quick to clarify the issue.

- Veras Scully, we decided to save some of our stuff in a container of the industrial area on the outskirts of DC and Mulder joined us the day we took them. For security reasons, we decided to give the keys back to him, you never know what might happen. -

In part I am glad that Mulder has a real friendship with them, because even if they seem strange at first, now that I know are with good people, and would do anything for his friend and me.

- Okay guys, then come on, stay in touch -

I climb into my car and drove off determined to find as soon as possible, hopefully not even think about doing something crazy before we find ourselves. ---------------------------------



(on the phone with Frohike Byers)

- it was here guys but it was recently, as I hear the bartender -

- There is no sign of him, however, if you say that came out recently so hopefully maybe fifteen minutes -

- Okay, I'm in way to the bunker to see if I can find another track where it can cabezahueca've gotten that, you may want to tell Scully -

- Okay, I call it -

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my cell phone ringer when I'm just going up the elevator to the apartment Mulder.

- Scully -

- I Byers, is not in the container, but Frohike says he was in the bar, until recently -

being taken. As on that occasion that appeared at my door at dawn. Damn habit of drowning his thoughts and numb your brain cells with alcohol, especially if you can only use one arm.

- Thanks Byers, I'm about to come to your door -

- Langly and I are going to stay a while more here if it occurs, let us know if you find it please -

- Okay, I'll let you know of any new development - I keep

phone and reached into my pocket for the keys that always carry with me. I can not help thinking that this was one of the first signs of Mulder to say that their confidence in me was true.

open the door and look inward. It's dark.

turn on the porch light and come back to watch, but do not see anyone.

Way to the room, and through the dim light filtering through the blinds I can see that since I left here this morning, no one else has been here.

I have not even thought back to my apartment, I have the strength I need to face the disaster that was damned in the place where I could relax and get away from work, back to being myself, the Dana used to be before I met the most heinous aspects of the human race.

So my things are still here, like me, for three days now, waiting for Mulder and return better, because although difficult to accept me, I need my hand at this time to begin patching together again all the pieces of my life.

turn on the lights and look in the room, trying to maintain a hope that collapses to just look inside.

- God Mulder, Where have you been now? -

I can not think what else to do, I'm out of ideas. Where else can be, if only using one arm?

Byers will call, maybe he if know where to go looking for him.

- Byers -

- I, Scully, is not here -

- Well, we are on our way to the bunker, to meet with Frohike and see what we can do, just have something we advise -

- Ok, by Byers -

wait a little then, but the anguish in the process kill me and hopefully they will move their magic, using always the same, and you will find Mulder.

- Although it would more back to look through his stuff, maybe I missed some important detail. -

again reviewed the papers on his desk, which is in the small box and address book. Names

women, many of them, along with annotations in code incomprehensible to every one seems to be the only thing on this agenda.

a minute. This number seems familiar.

There are several numbers listed on the last page, followed by what looks like an address.

Search For a small map that is Mulder on your desktop and confirm my initial hunch, the address corresponds to the industrial area on the outside DC, but there seems to be located within the premises mentioned by gunmen, but a little farther north.

is another storage place, close to Byers and Langly were reviewed.

Something tells me this is the place. Something very bad chest tells me, I'm sure Mulder would call it a hunch.

I'll get the address, I can locate myself among a forest of tanks, containers, old and abandoned warehouses.

For Mulder I can. No matter what it is.

xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

Here I am, looking for that place that is causing so much trouble finding me.

parked outside the site and I can see the shadows that the numbers match.

The door of the place is half open, and inside I can not see or hear anything less. So I reach for my flashlight in his pocket.

I go slowly, but boxes are so far, all we get to see. The size of this place does not help me because it is a rather large winery and what you see, all these things are abandoned for some time.

Some furniture in a corner, one above another with cloth dust. I hear a breeze and pointed toward the source, a half-open window.

- What are you doing here? - Asks a mournful voice from the darkness, making startling.

- Mulder, you scared me! - Under a little beam of light to my right I can see the shadows, sitting in a corner on a wooden box.

- Go - The coldness in her voice gives me chills and even more the fact that I can not see clearly.

- I was worried about you - and can not even think I'm out of this without him.

I do not respond at all, just remains silent, head bowed.

I can see that the right sleeve of his shirt has a stain that looks like blood, knowing that Mulder is not good, so I point the light to try to do better.

- The light bothers me, leave me alone! - Tell me irritated.

- Mulder, do not believe I'm going to go -

- Do not speak clearly into the hospital?, What the hell do I have some privacy? - For a moment angrily raises his head, but can not see his eyes.

Mulder If it were not sick, and had given him the slap he deserves for acting like a brat.

- What happened to your arm? - I say calmly, pretending not to pay attention to your previous comment.

Stays silent for a second - Scully, do not you realize what's going on here?, My life has no meaning, do not deserve a useless fellow - he responds with a voice barely above calm but equally depressed.

No wonder your arm as it has gotten so bad, and more knowing Mulder, only bothers him feel sick.

But do not let that sink in this way in his depression.

- Mulder - I say a little more slowly approaching it - Stop talking like that, I know that now things seem to have no exit, but will improve ... - sighs sarcastically.

I said nothing, and strained awkward silence between them.

- You're the only partner who would like to have Mulder - try to get closer but he abruptly turns away from me.

- Is not understand it? - I say annoying - First you treat me like a naive sending therapists to talk to me and then talk to me like a little boy ... you should know better! -

- I know! - I say somewhat dazed by what I said - And what you're trying to do!, Trying to punish yourself, feel guilty about the arm. - For a moment we both stood in silence - That will not work for me Mulder - Mulder

stands up suddenly, scaring me even.

- Scully, do not understand what's happening here - is located in front of me and now I can finally see his face in a mixture of anger and pain expression. - The arm is the last damn of our problems, dammit!! - Exclaims dull, almost shouting.

Okay, I can follow the game Mulder. I tried to stay calm but just exhausted my patience.

- Mulder Tell me your time! - Now I'm the one who raises his voice - I'm guessing, not that is what turns your head, explain to me! - I say as I go further, invading their personal space.

takes me by the arm using his left hand, and it made me start. Spin me and I can see my reflection in a dirty old standing mirror.

- Would you like some? Look! - I can not answer, because in reality look in the mirror shocked me - cuts and bruises These Are Free? -

I look into your eyes. And I can see reflected in them the pain he has caused the entire set of events of those days.

- Mulder ... - I say whispering fondly to an understanding that is not only to carry the blame - You can not blame you for this ... -

Take the flashlight from my hand and pointing the beam of light into my wrists. Marks are still there and bruising of the struggle with Pfaster.

- Look Scully! - Tells me angry for a moment, but the following hiding again turns his face but I managed to see a tear escaping before bending head.

Now I understand it's not just your arm, but the feeling is not there with me, feel me down ...

I came and touched his shoulder and does not resist, so I leave my hand there.

- Mulder, you can not keep blaming yourself for everything that happens to me makes no sense. - I say softly, trying to calm down a bit and feel that what I say is true - You and I know the risks, you can not be trying to protect me all the time -

I hear a little sigh and clarifies the voice before speaking.

- You know that's not true, your cancer ... Melissa ... - said in a faltering voice - every time I put you at risk Scully ... just makes your life ... I should not go by your side ... -

- but do not say that - I interrupt and take it with more strength by turning to see when you talk - you never had the intention of hurting me, I I know and you know - I pause a second and he just looks at me in silence and looked back down - you go to the end of the world, and saved me so many times ... - my voice is now threatening with abandon - that it would no longer my life without you ... - the latter has been barely a whisper.

- Which object is to save as me who has threatened me ...- first stop before the end, but then just look at me strangely.

- What did you say Scully? -

Now it's my turn looking down, now that I realize what I just said.

This is not the best time for us to say the things that have cost us so much hidden even from ourselves.

Mulder takes me gently by the chin and makes me lift their heads. Our eyes meet, we looked at him.

- I need you by my side Mulder, stop making you this - I say as a tear rolled down my cheek escapes.

He sighs and closes her eyes for a second. Then I

about your body, and embraces me. Wraps me in its warmth and I'll return the hug, my arms around your waist and my head on his chest.

is in these small moments that everything around us disappears, as in that dark corridor when everything was about to change for both, or a cold day in hospital did not stop us comfort each other our sadness.

We were so enjoying the feeling of calm, until I notice that strokes my hair gently.

One moment ...

- Mulder ... - I say in a whisper without parting or a little of it.

- Dime - he responds as he continues stroking.

- You are using both arms - and to say I left him, much to my regret, and view and make sure what I think is happening.

's true. Mulder

let me go smoothly, but his right hand, until just now lay motionless, still touching my arm.

- I did not realize ... - I said looking at his hand and checking to get down below and take my hand can actually move.

I take it with both hands, and begin to revise it, feeling like you can move your muscles, follow up to the elbow and shoulder. Is recovering the motion and I can not be happier at this time.

Mulder sees me smiling, because my face just reflect my happiness in a smile.

- How do you feel? - I say hold your hand.

- yet it's strange ... - takes his right hand slowly to my face, and very gently caressing me - I can barely feel the feelings, but I have control over the movement of the arm rest -

- It's incredible - I say whispering, astonished to learn that his feelings were in fact what they altered their health.

- is great - it adds to my comment.

And the two smiled again, almost left the bad times behind.

- Scully - are a bit closer to me, his right hand gently stroking my hair - I could not live if something happened to you -

- Then I guess I feel the same as Mulder - I say gently - you need me, not getting close, I turn away when something happens to you ... please -

embarrassed looks at me and smiles.

- I think not had to flee ... I'ma fool yourself into thinking that does not find me -

- Can not get rid of my Mulder - I reply with pride

- Scully would never want that will never - now whispers again , his voice low and full of feelings.

He approached me, his face reflects the uncertainty of what to do.

But do not give him more time to think. Term cover the space between them and gently support my lips on hers.

A vibrant sense of electricity through me, followed after a couple of seconds of a calm and peaceful feeling almost indescribable.

never felt anything even close to what I feel now that I feel slowly kisses Mulder. Small kisses sighs that come and go.

- Scully ... -

- mmmhh? -

- not exactly the place where he would have thought to kiss, you know ... -

I walk away a little of it and I see the eyes, smile and go back to the two embrace.

- Come on - I say grabbing his hand to take him back. FIN

Homemade Dune Buggy Ideas

IV III II

History written by : Agent Macgirl (xfiles_macgirl @ lycos) and XLiz (lizeth@tutopia.com).

Summary: When feelings of guilt take over more than your own spirit.

Disclaimer: The story is told here is a tribute to the television series The X-Files is not intended to violate copyright.

Type: Angst, XF, POV, MSR.

Timeline: The story is set after the events of Chapter Orison of the seventh year.

Spoilers: # 7ABx07Orison, # 4ABx02Teliko, # 1ABx12Fire, # 5ABx18Pine Bluff Variant.

Thanks :

Macgirl Agent: First I want to say I have a lot of fun writing with XLiz, and never thought I would share my ideas so easily with someone. I thank her for their collaboration, not only in writing this story, but with the videos. I hope this is the beginning of a great and productive friendship X-Phile. Dedicated to my little sister, who has unwittingly been a source of inspiration to write this story;) Dedicated to CHV, thanks for all your support and inspiration, love you. A special greeting to all and all those who have sent me comments from my previous writings, thank you very much.

XLiz : This story was written from the point of view characters. Thanks to Agent Macgirl to be the best that my Mulder Scully could desire. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

We

way to the hospital, Mulder is lying on the backseat of the car and I'm about to go crazy run as fast as I can.

should not be like anything new, this whole situation is constantly repeated in my life.

Running to save Mulder, see suffer accidents, injuries and any kind of strange illness, waiting with my heart in my throat to see if this time if he recovers, and then feel happy and relieved to see that everything returns to normal.

as normal as can be our life.

- Mulder, are you awake? - I try to view in the rearview mirror, but do not notice any movement.

I respond.

try to calm down and get a piece to the hospital. Fortunately is very close.

- now we Mulder, hold on a little more - say no more for myself than for my unconscious companion. I stop in front of the emergency entrance.

As I called from my cell phone after the car up to Mulder, I await with a stretcher and staff to be able to pass to her. I

all the features of the accident to the doctor, explained the evolution of their status I found when I was still conscious, he also indicated that he could not move his right arm and appeared to be going into shock.

I see that you have to check it, and I hear that the doctor asked me to wait in the room.

- Thank you, Doctor, I'll be here waiting - I leave it and walk to a window.

Now that the adrenaline in my system is going, I see around me and I realize where I am.

Just yesterday I was in the hospital, emergency room, under the compassionate gaze of the doctor who examined me, feeling the smell of antiseptic that applied to my poor, bruised skin, and my mind to seek refuge in a where there is no pain and evil we face every day.

Just yesterday it was Mulder who was waiting in anguish, to leave a doctor to confirm that I was okay, to feel less guilty, so miserable.

The memory of what happened yesterday and think about what happens to Mulder now suddenly make me feel a little suffocated. I can not breathe and I feel like I'm going to faint.

So look for a chair, I settle the best I can and close my eyes for a moment. My training tells me I can have low blood pressure, and may be due to the situations I have experienced. The anxiety and nerves are affecting me. Deep breath a few times and try relax.

Skinner I have to call, I need reinforcements if I keep feeling bad, so I frame to your cell phone to find safety.

- Skinner -

- Lord, it's me, Scully -

- What happens Scully and Mulder appeared? -

- Yes sir, but ... had an accident and we are in a hospital ... - I began to feel that I moistened my eyes and my voice began to tremble. It was too much for so little time.

- Do not worry, I'm going there, tell me where to find them -

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- "Mulder, are you awake?" - I hear their voices submerged in car engine noise.

I guess if I'm awake, but I have no intention of answering. Lying in the back seat, smelling the cushions of rental car and seeing Scully moves the shift lever in a way that makes me fear that I crash for the second time in one day, I can only think of the irony of life and as around how many hours a guard became the protégé.



---------- - ... massive bruises and apparent state of shok.

How many times have I heard Scully speaking in the jargon tangled medical doctor nodded to not look awkward with his extensive knowledge? And although having a blind faith in his opinion, when that string of Symptoms include my name, a shiver through my body.

The unevenness of the floor of the emergency room are transferred from the bed frame to my aching skeleton in triplicate and look through the cloud of nurses around me the face of my doctor, my companion. It is not. ----------



Emetic.

Although I lost count of the times my body ends up lying on the white sheets of a hospital bed, the smell is so characteristic, so wet, so sterile always transports me to that time that Samantha was poisoned with turkey of Thanksgiving Mom and we had to run to the hospital to do a bowel prep. Since we had all eaten the same meal, I provided me a vomit that kept me head in a bucket for the next hours and forced to spend the night in the cold bed hospital under observation.

Since that fateful day, no matter how many years have passed, every time I end up unconscious in a hospital without even opening his eyes, feeling the vomit back into my mouth. Dizzy

the anesthesia eyes I can barely ajar. Scully is sitting next to my bed. How I wish that instead of vomit, the smell of hospital I remember the countless times when Scully religiously stand by me.

try to call, to speak. Not sure if I reach even finish saying his name, but I feel the warmth of his hand houses mine.

- Scully, sorry - I say with all my strength, but it just sounds like a whisper.

I see how her lips moved, but not clearly understand what he says, by his expression I know is trying to find a logical explanation for my accident when in fact it is not nothing but my own idiocy. I press your hand in mine now making it that do not have to apologize this time.

- I'm getting into trouble just as it should be me who you care for you -

She apologizes for the second time while I try to explain what we get to remember the truck hurtling toward me. Feeling a little less dizzy I get up a little on the pillow. Scully takes

now my right arm.

- Mulder ... how is your arm? -. A moment. Scully knows how my arm? I look at my hand and quick flashes of what happened just a few hours come to my mind, I remember the bright light and Scully struggling to get me out of the car. I raise my head and looked into her eyes, she looks well and his right eyebrow arches with that expression you that I can not speak, under the eye again and I confess:

- Scully, do not feel my hand, it is as if he were not there. I ... - take some air before finishing the sentence.

- What Mulder? -

- I must tell you, but I did not worry - look at her eyes again, and again I close the mine - started early this morning ... -

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been two hours since we arrived at the hospital, and Mulder follows still under observation of doctors.

Several pictures I have taken both the chest and arms, and luckily did not show any fracture, but doctors can not explain why he could not move his right arm.

While still half-conscious, they did a CT scan to look for any internal cause, such as bleeding or injury. But could not find anything.

The orthopedist said to wait until you wake up and see what other symptoms present.

Skinner arrived shortly after I called him. He took charge of all necessary paperwork, moving his influence as FBI Assistant Director that Mulder had the best specialists.

I keep sitting, but this time at her bedside, waiting for Mulder wakes up from the sedatives that have given me and say that's what happened.

watch his right hand. In it, a first-degree burn affects the dermis, is now bandaged and cured, but perhaps you will be a slight scar. Do not know what happened, because apparently it was not a condition related to the accident and so it must also leave their lips.

- Sc. Sc .. - I hear a little whisper from Mulder who still has his eyes closed.

- Mulder Here I am, here I am - I took her hand, stroked his forehead and I smiled slightly.

- Scu ... lly, sorry -

- What Mulder?, You have nothing to feel ... - but I squeezed his hand and stopped me

- Sorry to get me in trouble ... ... ... just when it should be me ... ... I care for you -

again throwing the blame on top of everything going on around them.

- Do not say that Mulder, who need not take care of me, but apparently you do if ... What happened? - I say softly as she stroked his cheek.

- There was ... a truck and I could not ... I lost control of the car ... - seems on the verge of falling asleep again.

- Okay, stay calm, do not strain yourself talking -

- Well - now looks a little more awake.

- Mulder ... how is your arm? - I say as I touch his right hand, but not moving.

He looks at his hand, looks at me and looks back at his hand.

- Scully ... I do not feel my hand, it is as if he were not there, I ... -

try not to reveal in my eyes that is very disturbing what I just said Mulder. And apparently there's more ...

- What Mulder? -

- I must tell you, but I did not worry - he is silent for a moment, close your eyes - began early this morning ... -



------------- I have no slightest idea of what happens to Mulder.

I worked for several days with Dr. Moore, the orthopedic surgeon who came to see Mulder when it happened the accident. The same as you try on several previous occasions, including once broken pinkie by terrorists.

And next to it have been two neurologists specialists to try to reach an accurate diagnosis. Witkins and Pangg doctors are just as intrigued with the results.

analysis they have done does not prove anything beyond a few bumps and scrapes from the crash, but none that could have affected the mobility of his right arm.

was discarded because it is a tumor or stroke, and various kinds of syndromes may be associated with numbness or paralysis of a limb.

a couple of hours ago you had an electromyogram to identify the status of nerve connections in the right arm. Everything seems in perfect order.

I wait patiently to bring Mulder into her new room, and fortunately, outside the intensive care unit, where he remained until dismissed the most serious cases.

Down the corridor I come to Dr. Moore, has a folder on the size of its contents, I infer is the Mulder's medical history.

I stand up and approach him.

- Doctor Moore, how are you? -

- Very well, thank you Agent Scully. -

- Is there any news regarding the status of Mulder? -

- No, I afraid we have not yet found nothing to indicate how to handle -

Expression of doctor I do not like anything, it's as if giving up.

- Do you think it is necessary to make some other test? Not know, maybe we are missing something ... -

I can not give up, not yet, not without a fight, I find the reason for this and help Mulder.

- Agent Scully - interrupts me very kindly doctor, touching my shoulder to emphasize his comment - I understand your concern, believe me I've done everything but still do not understand what is affected, because as tested, Agent Mulder would be moving without any problem -

head bent low and breathe slowly. Try to keep calm in the face to Dr. Moore, after all I know is right.

- I know doctor, it's just that ... Mulder can not continue his work, his life ... - do not know what else to say that he did not know, so I prefer to sit back.

- I have sent information about the case to several colleagues and acquaintances in different parts of the world to see if anyone has or know of any precedent, or if any of them have a treatment that suggest, but will have to wait a bit. -

- OK - What other choice do we have?

The doctor says goodbye politely and walks away to continue their work while I'm still waiting for Mulder.

Within minutes there are two nurses bringing the stretcher with Mulder still asleep in it. During his stay in intensive care kept him sedated to avoid something that bothered with so many wires and things around him. The

still inside the room, I see it settle into their new bed and I can hardly, I approach it.

I stroke his head gently, as I relive in my mind over and over again the moments I spent before and after the accident, since I felt lost that morning.

takes a couple of days in the hospital, and you will notice a slight shadow in place that, if not shave soon occupy a beard. How will Mulder with a beard?

I feel it move a bit and try to open my eyes, I withdraw my hand and watch, but as soon as I see, closes.

- Hey Scully - half sleepy whispers.

- Hi, How are you feeling? - Does it make sense my question?

- I felt worse, so I'm just a little sick - took his left hand and feel like I pressed gently.

- Must be the effect of calming, fortunately, is the last thing you managed -

- How did Scully left the final analysis? - I said letting go and trying to sit up, only to resign himself to lie on the pillow that will help accommodate.

¿Cómo le digo esto sin que suene tan mal como está?, no importa, nunca le mentiría con algo así.

- Mulder Everything is normal, but still do not know is what you get ... -

I see waiting to continue the understandable explanation of what they have done. Let's see what I can translate.

- MRI showed nothing abnormal, and electromyogram tells us that all the major nerve connections in your right arm are in good condition, but doctors can not explain because it remains paresthesia -

smiles slightly, but in an ironic way that does not escape me after so many years.

- then I do not think I can go back to playing video games with the kids -

try again to take her hand, but will not let me, the change of position and positioned over your abdomen.

- Mulder ... - but he looks at me, turns to look out, the noisy outside world, in a move seen through the bedroom window.

- No Scully, I understand what happens, you need not worry about me -

- I will not give up even Mulder, there must be a reason for this is happening to you, and therefore, there must be treat, cure, anything we can do ... -

- I thank you, but you should not waste your time on me Scully, I see I do -

- Do not ask me to stay away Mulder, I will not do, nor I'll let you do. -

If you look at me I can not feel what you're thinking, and I like to feel alone in this room.

- Scully back to your house, I'll get used to living without an arm, a lot of people do -

I can not believe what I'm listening. Do you really think I'm going leaving here in the state that is it, that little I know Mulder.

- I do not care what you say, I will not go at least not until you come with me -

winces and continues with his eyes straight ahead, led to some point in the window, where you do not have to see me. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



I just spent two days in the hospital and they seem an eternity. Between X-rays and tests of all kinds which include devices similar to those of alien abductions, I feel I've become a lab rat.

"I like her new room," said the nurse who attended me in intensive care, I've been here a couple of hours, and the hate that damn taste becomes increasingly bitter in my throat and I think I will explode any time I can not stand another second of these four white walls.

Scully remains at the foot of my bed, just had a discussion that I prefer not to recapitulate and avoid her eyes. A while ago I tried to mitigate the awful silence, turning on the television but the damn control is on the table to my right and could not move my arm I will not ask her to do it for me, yet I have some pride. Poso

my eyes at infinity and invented figures with clouds, a practice perfected lying on the couch in my apartment during the endless waiting in front of the "X" paper tape of the window.

hear the pounding of nails on the metal arms chair, I know he's upset and wants to talk about it but I will not confront.

What can I say? What is everything OK? "To continue searching for a cure to what appears to have no remedy?

Although try to avoid, in my head I'm recapping our last conversation and I resent the way he talked, it bothers me to know that she only seeks to my benefit as I stood with my fucking ass on this bed unable even to reach the damn control of television.

Did he given up? The pounding of nails stopped and shake out the door hear their own framework. Wait a few seconds to not look too obvious and turning his head slowly to check that they have actually left his chair empty, carefully observe the window of the door and see the unmistakable bald head of our deputy director, just what I needed, someone else to give explanations.

I settle back and I concentrated on the sky. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



have passed at least two hours after Mulder went down to his new room.

has not come back at me, do not actually averts his gaze from the window, not even looked at the nurse who was here half an hour, checking their vital signs.

ate something that was brought, and returned to his previous position.

not said a word. Worse I think I know what happens.

remember when we were in the Arctic, this time I went in search of alien bounty hunter. After waking toxic attack on your system, Mulder was slightly depressed for a couple of days.

I talked and answered me just could not overcome the fact that once again all his struggle and his search had ended in nothing.

When he felt better and got bored of being at the end of the world, began to tell me that wanted to go home, to take it out of the fridge. Three days after he woke up we went back to Washington and never mentioned again the subject.

After so long, nothing he does surprises me, so I understand that you are depressed and sad, but not the simple way we all get depressed almost at the end lying in a hospital, but is feeling superseded by something you can not control, and apparently this time, I can not either.

His heart would continue to pursue their cases, keep thinking and wild theories continue to unravel mysteries. But now his body does not respond.

Nothing can be worse for an open-minded man like Mulder, that feeling trapped and imprisoned, at the mercy of care and support of others. People whom he trusts, not want to trust.

I see from the door where I stayed after to talk to Skinner does no more than five minutes, has been closely watching us, and I say we, because even asked me if I have eaten and slept well.

pains me greatly that harsh and indifferent to behave with me, and I dare not enter without knowing what to say, because, unlike that time, I can not do anything to help, at least not physically, and deep down I feel guilty.

press feel the fear my heart. Fear that, after so many things, is now when we must part. Mulder decides fear away from me when I most want to be around. Fear of losing what has taken us years to achieve. Fear of not re-embrace ...

My view becomes blurry and I feel the moisture in them to start leaving my eyes warmly.

Since the incident with the damn Pfaster, my feelings have been overloaded, and I can not regain control.

So before Mulder and see the tears roll down my cheeks, I provide a walk through the hospital, hoping to get some more strength before going to talk to him. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



Scully walks away, I can still hear their heels as they tap shoes the cold tiles of the hall of the hospital with the rhythmic sound he gives to his walk when something bothers her.

sigh loudly and look at the small black control again on the table, I sit with his back on the headboard of the bed and think about how to turn my body to achieve control with my left hand free throw down the drip feed my forearm. The tiny problem

warning prevents the entry of a blond woman elegant demeanor. There is a nurse, wearing a tight dress that highlights her attributes and not for my current situation would likely make a comment.

- Good afternoon ... - Takes the sheet metal of the foot of my bed - ... Agent Mulder.

His appearance confuses me for a second, but the approach reading achievement badge from his lapel, "Dr. Douglas." Does Scully has gone mad? If you do not want to talk to her what makes you think I'm going to talk to a therapist hospital?

I shake my head to answer his greeting.

- I heard that your mood is not the best.

- His sources had informed him well, I'm perfectly.

She opens the return and quickly flipping through my story.

- Believe me I understand your frustration, I too would be if he could not move my right arm and no doctor could give me a clue what is wrong.

These psychological tricks and I know I'm bored where they're coming.

- Dr. Douglas ... - I stand waiting to know their names.

-

Nancy - Nancy, would you believe me if I say I've survived much worse in my life?, This to me is a field day in my usual resort.

She squints while continuing to investigate my record and I can only think the reason that therapists not as attractive in Quantico.

- Agent, the leading cause of many unexplained accidents is the desire to end a tiring day of work, it happens to everyone and not something to be ashamed.

- Excuse me if I play bad, but are you suggesting I am making the stillness of my arm to avoid going to work?

She sits on the bed with that attitude of closeness print therapists seeking to establish some kind of physical contact.

- I only ask you to think about it and understand that a lie that seems harmless can become a big problem if not addressed early.

in my life have called me crazy, paranoid, antisocial, but I think this is the first time someone thinks I'm just a drone who invents a strange illness to avoid a day of work.

An involuntary smile of irony draws on my lips.

- Listen to Nancy, not I have no problem that requires your intervention, but if you think we should talk I do not mind, I assure you I'll let you know when is the right time. For now I have a pressing need that I can not procrastinate.

I look up and I make a face indicating the bathroom. She smiles and leaves the room.

- Do not get rid of me that easy agent. If you do not see what commands to look for before dark. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



There is a woman talking to Mulder.

At least that's what I intend to do.

After taking a coffee in the cafeteria, I returned determined to talk to him, to reassure my full support, trying to revive and restore the will to keep fighting.

But from what I have already sent someone to talk to Mulder, seems to be a therapist or psychologist at the hospital.

Mulder knows what he is trying to do, he is trained to do, try to tell someone what not to tell anyone, but it will not end, Mulder is too stupid to let you know their problems and feelings who do not know.

However, nothing is lost by trying, so I sit and wait outside in the corridor.

I sit and stare at my hands, my wrists, I can still see some green marks of that terrible struggle night. Mulder this whole distraction has helped me, and I have not had time to sit and think about what happened.

The ringing of my cell phone interferes with my thoughts.

- Scully -

- Agent Scully, as it is -

When testing and analysis was done to Mulder revealed nothing, I asked the boys to help me doing research on his part about it, and they would promised to do everything possible to communicate as soon as they could find. I guess that's why Byers who calls me.

- Byers, hello, have known something of what I asked? -

- exactly why I call, I want please come here to show you some facts and precedents that are in terms of symptoms of Mulder, I do not think that's a good idea to talk about this in the hospital -

- Very well, then in a couple of hours we see -

- Hope -

- and Byers ... thank you very much -

- no that -

I have to first pass through the house, because I think it's time to take a bath and change have passed the meno about ten hours since I got here in time for early check-Mulder, at about six o'clock.

Before I left, I lean slightly to the small glass window in the door of the room and I can see as it seems, Mulder has decided to speak with the psychologist, of course ... can also be your personal appearance which has convinced.

Without further ado this ridiculous thought, I turn the parking lot, with the strong hope that, whatever the boys have learned, serves as something to end once and for all with this ordeal. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX



If there is nothing wrong with the arm unhappy because I still can not move? And why do I keep feeling is illusory itching?!

is no longer watching TV is a personal struggle with the poor remote control is just four inches of my right hand and yet remains so far.

"Thank you, but you should not waste your time on me Scully, I see I do," the last words I said to the only person I can trust my conscience repeats again and again by way of reproach.

intense heat I feel like moving from my feet to the last hair on my head and I can not avoid breathing louder.

- Enough!

turn my body with all my strength trying to reach the damn remote from my limp arm and only managed to crash it into a glass, some small fragments are introduced into my flesh, and although I see the drops of blood came through the pores do not feel even a tingle.

I calm for a second, apparently Scully has left the hospital. I cover small wounds quickly with some paper while pressing strongly the red button next to my bed.

Within seconds a nurse appears at my door.

- Miss, I need to speak urgently with Dr. Moore.

I get out of bed, removing a line in my right arm and my pants look in the drawers. For when the doctor comes into the room I'm finishing tie my shoelaces with one hand, the nurse accompanying comes and helps me finish the job.

- Agent Mulder, what happens?

- It happens that I do not want to continue wasting taxpayers' money, I need to be discharged.

- But you're not quite yet.

The doctor observes the red dots are beginning to stain the white fabric of my shirt and tries to approach. I quickly grabbed my jacket and placed it as I can.

- And do you think I'm going to have some improvement lying there? Let's be honest doc, here or in my house there is nothing I can do for me, at least for now. I promise that in a couple of days back for a checkup and I will keep in contact if anything unusual happens.

The doctor knows that reason and although I have not notice I do not intend to return to the hospital, signing out my ballot while the nurse put my arm in a sling unusable.

from the door and leave the place before I go and say

- One more thing doc, no need to worry for now, Dr. Scully, I called a couple of hours from my home and I explain the whole thing.

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