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Author: Lady of the Ghost (pipermaru)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DC 1013. No one except my evil mind will profit from this story. Just the satisfaction that these characters were tortured.
Type: Angst, angst, angst .... Did I mention angst? ... nc-17 (for scenes of violence and other things that will advance), and UST
Spoilers: At the moment there are none, so the anti-spoilers can rest easy.
Dedication: To all those who wrote me comments in the previous parts. Thank you very much for your support. And my betas Rovi MacGirl and Patricia.
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* * *
FBI Headquarters Washington DC
gave Mulder Skinner officially gone to a group of agents in its strictest confidence and search teams formed, whose members complied with the order and immediately set to work. Some
be responsible for registering Mulder's apartment and interview neighbors, while others remain on the premises awaiting FBI, if it was a kidnapping, the first contact of the criminal.
Scully decided to join the gang would do field work. Knew he could not remain idle, just waiting in the interior of the FBI building. I wanted to feel I was doing something for Mulder. Just
Skinner finished giving instructions and Scully delegate the leadership post, the officials designated to perform field investigations, left in two cars to the department the agent disappeared. When they arrived, they separated into two groups. Some would question neighbors and the goalkeeper, while the remaining - Among which was Scully - sophisticated devices seek to bloodstains and other evidence.
Scully decided to investigate the computer. Maybe your partner had been receiving threats that he preferred to keep secret not to worry. Enter the password to your email address and review every message. None contained nothing unusual.
thought of the possibility that would have saved on the hard disk and entered your documents with a slight hope that faded as failed to find anything. After discussion with herself for a few seconds, decided to search the most recently opened files. This time he hopefully to find a profile of the serial murderer who wanted to capture. The file dates from two nights ago. Mulder had the time to show why this development had not done? No doubt the honor of his partner, but could not help feeling disappointed.
Save the information in a floppy disk and the computer was off when an officer came to tell the news, they were few, if not almost non-existent. The doorman had reported having seen leaving the agent Mulder in the morning dressed in casual wear, but never to return, explaining the absence of the keys to the door and his ankle gun. At least some have managed to clarify: Mulder had disappeared into the street, at dawn, and possibly without any witnesses.
Scully felt that they were even worse than before and wanted to scream of helplessness, then stopped and just ordered the end of the register and left the apartment without saying a word.
* * * Scully
Apartment
08:45 PM
With his hair still wet from the recent shower and a bowl of salad and sat Indian style on the couch in your living room larger. Had printed the profile that had made Mulder behind him and is now available to read and compare it with the report for each autopsy. Although, personally, to monitor this murderer had lost lineup of prime, still retained a certain size, the number of people who were potential victims.
memos written by Mulder did not differ from what had been speculated, and that was a common factor among all serial murderers: Childhood trauma, attachment to solitude, criminal records for minor offenses, and an average age between the thirties and forties. But after reading half a page, Scully found more substantial speculation.
"attacks at night and in deserted streets. Know the drill their victims because the monitors for days before deciding to catch them. Likely to talk with them. And finally, learned the routine and with an estimated error margin of zero, the catch. For your purpose you can lead numb them without alerting anyone, using chloroform. I wonder if that will have been enough to neutralize them for so many days of constant harassment. Perhaps surrendered easily, not opposed any kind of struggle, aware of the few opportunities they had to win. Tomorrow I will ask Scully for the report of the third victim, perhaps displayed a new substance. "
A new substance? He wondered Scully missed, but beset by doubt discussed the third report. All normal, as assumed. However, in the fourth autopsy report, which really was not tested thoroughly, found the substance that Mulder sensed in your profile. How had he guessed? A brief hunch? Had seen before how Mulder was introduced into the mind of a murderer. It was a chilling and moving ceremony, in which Mulder flaunted his nickname of darkness. However, it was equally amazing that could have predicted what the muscle relaxant veterinarian. Continued musing on the brand new discovery and concluded that the murderer was probably veterinary knowledge. But the dream soon invaded and went to sleep. His last thought was dedicated to Mulder through prayer. He asked God to help her find him soon and that was okay.
* * * Location unknown
His limbs were no longer attached. The murderer had freed him thinking that his victim was too badly injured to try an escape. And his intuition had been right. Mulder could not even move. He lay on the ground badly tattered, his muscles stiff, covered in blood from head to toe, shaking, dazed. Physically
was locked in that room, but mentally he was very far away. In another era. A time far away that for years had tried to bury in their subconscious, which for years had tried to award the past of another person.
passed in his tortured mind images completely unnerved her father shouting, beating wildly, and the painful indifference of her mother's face this fact. The abuse began after the disappearance of his younger sister when she was under his care. His father was always a man of respect, serious about frugal displays of affection, but never someone to be feared, until Samantha disappeared.
was after this tragedy that Mulder knew real fear: that it paralyzes reason prevents, obstructs the throat and heart race. Innocent he did not understand that his father had become a being capable of physically and verbally assaulting him, without any remorse.
The first attack occurred the night he was discharged from hospital three weeks after the incident of her sister. His parents had met in the living room with his eyes wide open, but rolled on the floor, with a clear expression of terror on her face and held in itself. Teena
tried unsuccessfully with a loving tone out of that state, while Bill tried to do too, but a violent and inappropriate that his wife did not stop only when paramedics arrived minutes later.
Prognosis pediatrician at the hospital in the area was acute catatonia. His mother is shattered. Now not only had lost a child, but two, and the latter by a mental illness. But the doctor reassured her that much support and love, Fox could recover and return to being a normal child. Teena did exactly what the doctor told him, while Bill Mulder just appeared in the room of his eldest son. The few times I visited, it was only to remonstrate and demand that he answer their questions about the disappearance of Samantha. Not understand, or refused to understand, it was not a whim what drove his son to remain silent and withdrawn. On one occasion, the doctor asked him to change his attitude if he wanted to be banned from the hospital, and that was the last time Bill showed up there.
After that fact, because of the perseverance of Teena and positive stimuli that Fox received from abroad, one day surprised everyone by saying their first word after three full weeks in total silence. With a raspy whisper article name Samantha, with her mother again mourn not only emotion but sadness for the answer would have to give. I could not lie. He was a boy of twelve very clever and smart, recognize the deception.
With fear of how the truth could affect you, it said. Sam had not returned home. And automatically hugged and cradled it as if it was still small and not ashamed of it swaying in your lap or give him a kiss on the cheek in front of their friends. He wanted to control himself, did not hold her tears to look like a baby. His father had told him that was not mourn men and less in front of a woman, but could not hold and began to mourn and shake hard. Never thought it would be the last time in a long time feel that protection and warmth that only the body of one who loves you can give without reservation.
returned home days later, but only on condition that he would attend medical therapy. His father waited in the entrance porch, however, went to his son. What was up with her mother upstairs and then went to his office. It took all afternoon, and night was so drunk he clumsily walked into the room and began questioning Fox, even though he already knew the answer. What is not understood was why, finally, the consortium failed to meet agreed. They were supposed to be Fox, not your little girl. That was the deal.
Blinded by anger and lack of control due to the high level of alcohol in his blood, physically assaulted the boy who for years had been his pride. However, just by looking at him now produced frustration and disgust. Only stopped when he felt exhausted. He left the room, leaving the boy shivering, scared, shocked and bleeding. That was the first of many nights the same, until her parents divorced and he moved to another house with her mother.
* * *
In the room where the body of the terribly wounded adult was Mulder, a beam of light illuminated the room momentarily and then disappeared. His worst nightmare had returned. The murderer was glad to see their prey quietly, but still breathing, lying on the ground. The stench that is inhaled into the place, a mixture of various bodily substances that had caused nausea in any other human being, not affected at all so evil character. Was well used.
figure was rushed sacrificed to hear your whisper something. Began to say inconsistencies. And while on one hand this filled him with pride, because it meant he had done an excellent job, too I plunged into deep grief. His greatest source of entertainment was dying. Surely it was wrong choosing the FBI agent. He had risked more than they should when deciding to capture him, but I definitely had not left disappointed.
kicked one leg to calculate how much life was left and, when Mulder responded by complaining, he knew the source of their sick pleasure still not exhausted.
- No. .. Dad ... no, please ... - Mulder whispered, sobbing. The murderer laughed again. It was a pathetic scene. The arrogant and supposedly brilliant agent had become a useless and pitiful kind that begged someone who was not there. The Crazy be devoted to observing with an unhealthy appreciation of the fragile state of Fox Mulder.
Minutes later, he bored of staying as inactive and resolved to continue with the second part of his game, taking advantage of it was still possible. He lit the lantern he had brought with him and turned his bright light in the face of his victim, who tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but was very weak, and could only squeeze your eyelids tightly as the only defense, arousing the scorn of captor.
- Come on, do not tell me it's not fun - sadistically said, while pointing his face with the machine, laughing its evil. Mulder squirmed in pain down the light bulb, until the torch was removed and opened his eyes cautiously. I could not see her captor, but he knew there was possibly a smile.
had not yet adapted to the reality of everything. The sudden and blinding light damage their corneas, had suddenly broken off the hurtful memories atmosphere that was deep, which, however, preferred the feel of a rough hand touring the inside of her thighs with a soft and strange tenderness caused her extreme revulsion to make you vomit.
But this reaction is not retracted the intentions of the murderer. His hand continued to gently glide to a terrifying insane delight to wrap that was exposed between the legs of his victim. The pleasure he felt when he squeezed his genitals materialized itself in an erection that lasted only seconds in which Mulder began to moan, but not of joy - as I wished the criminal depraved - but panic. Recognizing
disliked the class groans that issued his "chosen", increased the hardness of the pressure of his hand and slammed relentlessly nails, plucking a wild cry of pain from the sufferer.
- I thought you had guts, agent Mulder - he said mockingly, persevering in their torture - Did the FBI academy trained you well? - Continued jokingly.
- My partner ... going to kill you ... when I'm cursed - Mulder muttered brokenly, surprising her abductor, who did not expect a coherent response to these heights. However, only laughed and gripped his balls even more.
- Scully will never give your whereabouts. And if he does ... the only thing you will find decomposed body eaten by rats - devilish said with a laugh. - Furthermore - continued - do you think she really cares? Think about what you have had and tell me honestly, if you think she would rescue -.
Regardless of tears caused by physical pain was excruciating Mulder, a new stream escaped his control, pandering to the subject faced in inequality. While Mulder did not understand how this man knew so much of his life, had to admit with a sad resignation that he was right. Why would save Scully? He deserved what was happening. And with this certainty cracking the soul, gave in to despair and overwhelmed by their emotions. When he heard sobbing unsympathetic criminal manifestly delivered his genitals and smiled with joy.
- You will not find - he repeated. - You will die like the others. Lack bit - standing sentenced. Seconds later, a beam of light appeared in the darkness and disappeared instantly.
* * *
Dana Scully awoke from his nightmare immersed in a convulsive fit of tears it took to stop. When was relatively quiet, lit the lamp on the nightstand and stopped to check the time on your alarm clock: The five and a half. He felt it was important to know, perhaps to be aware of the time that Mulder had been lost.
Mulder. At last I had seen, even in dreams. But what he witnessed was disturbing. He took a drink of water glass is always left on the side of his bed before sleeping and got up. He left his bedroom and sat down with his knees pressed to his chest in the living room couch.
weak Surrounded by golden light that came from abroad, an indicator that was dawning, focused on the scene of his nightmare: A dark room, Mulder prisoner assaulting him and a stranger. "Assault" was the only word that Scully dared to use to describe what had actually witnessed: a sordid and heinous act.
I knew what this dream: The missing piece to be convinced that their hunches were on track. However, how much could contribute to the search? The images did not keep any important data, except confirmation of what a hunch he had already hinted to Scully.
He leaned his head against the back, closed her eyes and tried to revive the scene. Mulder's screams back, as well as the words of the man who held him captive. Reviewed every sentence uttered. The man knew what it meant that he had been spying, lying in wait, perhaps for several days ...
He opened his eyes shut. Not going to find you. Die like the others. Almost there. His mind was clarified. Realized that there was a mass murderer either, but the same date had killed four men. What could have been so blind?
Excited by the recent discovery marked the landline number of your boss and waited anxiously for an answer.
I will find you, Mulder. Was said. Just hold on a little longer, please.
* * *
continued ...
Two chapters and over!
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Sunday, March 5, 2006
New Jersey Bmx Ramps For Sale
HIM, Ville Valo ... MADRID
AND NOW, AN ARTICLE I FOUND Pekeño WHERE THE BIG TALK CONCIERTOOOOO:
is clear that the Finnish band HIM know what it is to succeed in Spain, and is after many years following the live track, I could see how his success has continued to grow more and more over the years. Never mind that the ticket prices go up a little more (an average of five euros) every two years, and that training is led by Ville Valo has not lost any popularity at this time, and although their study might alzancado discs have dimensions quality of his first two jobs, live continue to attract the first day or more.
When late last year for hosting afoturnada Barcelona was the only concert of the band, many knew that they would return months later to present their latest album "Dark Light", which was announced shortly after to set early March as month to download.
A little over a week of his visit to the two major cities in Spain, sold out again, and is already going at least three visits to Sold Out in our country, something that certainly makes Spain is a fixture on tour.
Madrid was the first city for download, and it was forced to reason from RockTotal a server, and you go back a few times, be moved to La Riviera, among many works, cold and a public that was two hours before the long queues input. The first thing to say is that it seems that the room in Madrid have been too small, but the truth, few options are already half full in the capital.
The expectation and desire were highest, so we decided to wait outside with a drink while waiting to enter the people, moments in which national NATURAL Project toward the opening act. The truth is that although the last two acts of the group left me somewhat cold, interview a couple of hours before the hotel had left me a good feeling Valo and HIM's leader exuded joy and good humor, something that certainly is finally reflected in his performance.
Shortly before 21 hours we entered the room, and although filled, and has an impressive look. Despite having sold out, his promoter behaved with the sale of tickets, and at no time were overwhelmed, a point clearly in their favor. The atmosphere was warm slowly and faces in the front rows, audience almost entirely female, reflecting happiness, excitement and nervousness about the always effective output of the band. We took positions as the lights went out and started to leave the entire group, keyboards, drums, guitar and bass to the applause went through the middle of the stage, and everything was located strategically, while four chandeliers rose up against the backdrop of the logo background of the band, a grim look at the same time romantic, recalling the Phantom of the Opera, which was overshadowed by the appearance of great Ville Valo, who won the general screaming of those females completely crazy and excited.
As usual, and given the state of the room enfervorezido, Ville smiled, lit a cigarette (almost one after another) and gave his own with its large single "Rip Out The Wings Of The Butterfly", which said the entire audience, while putting his posturita Ville typical melting their followers, all under a sound that was excellent in almost all times, and the spiders were burning really look to the room that had rarely enjoyed. The shot "Right Here In My Arms" makes photographers and people were moving from side to side under the warm voice of Ville, and musicians who were more active than usual, especially their bass player who could remember in Marco Hietala many respects.
Under the heated environment, HIM knew hit the mark indeed quite fast, with subjects that almost serve as a farewell, magnificent "Join Me" and "Wicked Game", true standards that followed the entire Riviera, creating the hot weather that always get these Finns. We arrived and one of the great moments when it sounded their new single "Killing Loneliness" with which people took to the street, a very attractive temazo was supported by the waste of Ville's voice, who was like all the best Sometimes he did not lack desire, and attractive mounting lamps supported up and down a few red lights gave an emotional aspect to the music. Timing
other key advantage, "Razorblade Kiss" which once again received the support of the people, but what really heard were the screams of the girls that this time, outnumbered men. Typically, a slow song breaks the pace a bit and it happened to "Play Dead", but it was something of the moment and they knew relaunch the show with his great "Your Sweet 666" sweet and hot as hell, and pull three grades hit songs that received the applause, shouts and monitoring of its people, see "Vampire Heart" and "Poison Girl" with The Riviera their chorus singing in unison. In those moments was the detail Ville with one of your pipes and make out on stage to dedicate a Happy Birthday Marty, to which everyone joined. Under
great state of complicity and joy, melancholy sound like a keyboard, an instrument that rarely shine in the HIM concert but he achieved the prominence it deserves, leaving full enjoy with "Sacrament", widely applauded and the saying goodbye for the first time.
little more than an hour of action and served three minutes of rest to return to the past issues, his record "Funeral Of Hearts" who got through more than one young heart, which followed a surprise in the form of version the Ramones, the "Poison Heart" with a powerful forward Ville while shut with another great song of the Finns, the vessel "Buried Alive By Love", showing that they also know a lot of strength to give it their music, in one of the heaviest songs and quickly ejectudas night.
Still not wanting to eleven we arrived, putting an end to give in English to thank for being there. Again a quite full Riviera put the finishing touches to a new performance of HIM, somewhat irregular band live that night was able to put all eggs in one basket, pick a good repertoire, enjoy great sound, and to support everything at a much more integrated Ville and happier than usual, which was reflected in one of his best concerts. Miguel Rivera
AND NOW, AN ARTICLE I FOUND Pekeño WHERE THE BIG TALK CONCIERTOOOOO:
is clear that the Finnish band HIM know what it is to succeed in Spain, and is after many years following the live track, I could see how his success has continued to grow more and more over the years. Never mind that the ticket prices go up a little more (an average of five euros) every two years, and that training is led by Ville Valo has not lost any popularity at this time, and although their study might alzancado discs have dimensions quality of his first two jobs, live continue to attract the first day or more.
When late last year for hosting afoturnada Barcelona was the only concert of the band, many knew that they would return months later to present their latest album "Dark Light", which was announced shortly after to set early March as month to download.
A little over a week of his visit to the two major cities in Spain, sold out again, and is already going at least three visits to Sold Out in our country, something that certainly makes Spain is a fixture on tour.
Madrid was the first city for download, and it was forced to reason from RockTotal a server, and you go back a few times, be moved to La Riviera, among many works, cold and a public that was two hours before the long queues input. The first thing to say is that it seems that the room in Madrid have been too small, but the truth, few options are already half full in the capital.
The expectation and desire were highest, so we decided to wait outside with a drink while waiting to enter the people, moments in which national NATURAL Project toward the opening act. The truth is that although the last two acts of the group left me somewhat cold, interview a couple of hours before the hotel had left me a good feeling Valo and HIM's leader exuded joy and good humor, something that certainly is finally reflected in his performance.
Shortly before 21 hours we entered the room, and although filled, and has an impressive look. Despite having sold out, his promoter behaved with the sale of tickets, and at no time were overwhelmed, a point clearly in their favor. The atmosphere was warm slowly and faces in the front rows, audience almost entirely female, reflecting happiness, excitement and nervousness about the always effective output of the band. We took positions as the lights went out and started to leave the entire group, keyboards, drums, guitar and bass to the applause went through the middle of the stage, and everything was located strategically, while four chandeliers rose up against the backdrop of the logo background of the band, a grim look at the same time romantic, recalling the Phantom of the Opera, which was overshadowed by the appearance of great Ville Valo, who won the general screaming of those females completely crazy and excited.
As usual, and given the state of the room enfervorezido, Ville smiled, lit a cigarette (almost one after another) and gave his own with its large single "Rip Out The Wings Of The Butterfly", which said the entire audience, while putting his posturita Ville typical melting their followers, all under a sound that was excellent in almost all times, and the spiders were burning really look to the room that had rarely enjoyed. The shot "Right Here In My Arms" makes photographers and people were moving from side to side under the warm voice of Ville, and musicians who were more active than usual, especially their bass player who could remember in Marco Hietala many respects.
Under the heated environment, HIM knew hit the mark indeed quite fast, with subjects that almost serve as a farewell, magnificent "Join Me" and "Wicked Game", true standards that followed the entire Riviera, creating the hot weather that always get these Finns. We arrived and one of the great moments when it sounded their new single "Killing Loneliness" with which people took to the street, a very attractive temazo was supported by the waste of Ville's voice, who was like all the best Sometimes he did not lack desire, and attractive mounting lamps supported up and down a few red lights gave an emotional aspect to the music. Timing
other key advantage, "Razorblade Kiss" which once again received the support of the people, but what really heard were the screams of the girls that this time, outnumbered men. Typically, a slow song breaks the pace a bit and it happened to "Play Dead", but it was something of the moment and they knew relaunch the show with his great "Your Sweet 666" sweet and hot as hell, and pull three grades hit songs that received the applause, shouts and monitoring of its people, see "Vampire Heart" and "Poison Girl" with The Riviera their chorus singing in unison. In those moments was the detail Ville with one of your pipes and make out on stage to dedicate a Happy Birthday Marty, to which everyone joined. Under
great state of complicity and joy, melancholy sound like a keyboard, an instrument that rarely shine in the HIM concert but he achieved the prominence it deserves, leaving full enjoy with "Sacrament", widely applauded and the saying goodbye for the first time.
little more than an hour of action and served three minutes of rest to return to the past issues, his record "Funeral Of Hearts" who got through more than one young heart, which followed a surprise in the form of version the Ramones, the "Poison Heart" with a powerful forward Ville while shut with another great song of the Finns, the vessel "Buried Alive By Love", showing that they also know a lot of strength to give it their music, in one of the heaviest songs and quickly ejectudas night.
Still not wanting to eleven we arrived, putting an end to give in English to thank for being there. Again a quite full Riviera put the finishing touches to a new performance of HIM, somewhat irregular band live that night was able to put all eggs in one basket, pick a good repertoire, enjoy great sound, and to support everything at a much more integrated Ville and happier than usual, which was reflected in one of his best concerts. Miguel Rivera
Saturday, March 4, 2006
Colorado Unemployment
most perfect day of my vidaaaaaa
day March 3, 2006:
get up a little late, around 2 am and I connect to the messenger to talk with Adrian, we had to get to go to the concert of HIM and stayed at 6 on the boulevard, and there were angie and these, to celebrate a birthday ...
adri and I are going to mercadona for a bottle of rum, to take us something before the concert ...
and go to the park from the west, which was the park that catches us closer to then go to the Riviera ....
in the park, we paint and get ready for the concert and at 7 and a quarter we will angel-to-door ...
and we, of course, with maaaaazo of people who also came to the concert ....
joe, I started to get nerviosaaaa, and came and had a tail, super long to enter, peroooo ... we slipped some friends! thank goodness ...
good, when we get into ... I was nerviosisisisima ...
started a support act, the truth is that the group was good, but damn, when you're waiting to hear the group do you like, you ace a little heavy that they sing about for a long ratooo openers, and nothing at 9 and a half, ended up playing these, I do not remember the name, and came to set the stage, instruments and all start singing to the time values .... I did ... but derrepente empiezaaaaa eternal .....
and sees a giant heartagram upstage ... a lot of candles ... and Ville Valo's head sticking out the back door ...
fuck, and they appear .... and gives me something .... it's like watching someone you had never imagined being able to see, someone can not, and I had a 2 feet away, apart from that I think a guy guapisimo, singing was great and direct. ... great, I was screaming and singing, and I had better than in my entire life ... I was euphoric and I can not believed, and I still believe you have got to see ...
but damn, I'm hoping to give another concert ... I gotta where it is needed to see them ... because I hope to see you more times in my life ...
finally, my dream came true that night, it was perfect ....
Ville Valo is the most perfect guy and have never seen .... and I would love to see you again
day March 3, 2006:
get up a little late, around 2 am and I connect to the messenger to talk with Adrian, we had to get to go to the concert of HIM and stayed at 6 on the boulevard, and there were angie and these, to celebrate a birthday ...
adri and I are going to mercadona for a bottle of rum, to take us something before the concert ...
and go to the park from the west, which was the park that catches us closer to then go to the Riviera ....
in the park, we paint and get ready for the concert and at 7 and a quarter we will angel-to-door ...
and we, of course, with maaaaazo of people who also came to the concert ....
joe, I started to get nerviosaaaa, and came and had a tail, super long to enter, peroooo ... we slipped some friends! thank goodness ...
good, when we get into ... I was nerviosisisisima ...
started a support act, the truth is that the group was good, but damn, when you're waiting to hear the group do you like, you ace a little heavy that they sing about for a long ratooo openers, and nothing at 9 and a half, ended up playing these, I do not remember the name, and came to set the stage, instruments and all start singing to the time values .... I did ... but derrepente empiezaaaaa eternal .....
and sees a giant heartagram upstage ... a lot of candles ... and Ville Valo's head sticking out the back door ...
fuck, and they appear .... and gives me something .... it's like watching someone you had never imagined being able to see, someone can not, and I had a 2 feet away, apart from that I think a guy guapisimo, singing was great and direct. ... great, I was screaming and singing, and I had better than in my entire life ... I was euphoric and I can not believed, and I still believe you have got to see ...
but damn, I'm hoping to give another concert ... I gotta where it is needed to see them ... because I hope to see you more times in my life ...
finally, my dream came true that night, it was perfect ....
Ville Valo is the most perfect guy and have never seen .... and I would love to see you again
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Best Way To Sterilize Metal
People always will II
Author: conocimiento_acumulado
Type: Anxiety, much this time.
Dedication: A pipermaru to pao_gonher666@hotmail.com and all those who bother to read ...
Disclaimer: None of the characters named in this story belong to me, I do not intend to profit from it.
Feedback: Yes!! please tell me what they think, they can do to perfectasincronia@hotmail.com
Note: I think that may be located between the sixth and seventh season.
Mulder went to his apartment, a Once inside, he went to Diana who finished dressing in the room ...
D "See you tomorrow early Fox, timely ...
M-I'll be there. Diana
already fixed up and left with a slight smile on his face and a hint of triumph in her eyes, she always got what he wanted and this time wanted Mulder to herself as she always dreamed. Fantasies was pretty cheesy to be the woman she was and have influence and contacts he had, he wanted a normal life with a loving man and a couple of children who indulge in a nice house in the suburbs, but getting there had to use trickery very unorthodox Mulder carried a paranoia their extreme and twisted reality. Department
Dana Scully. 23:45
Scully entered her apartment, and leaned back into the door and sat on the floor, even with the shelter since only managed to support your arms on his knees and his forehead on his arms leaving away tears shed by love, destroyed and disfigured, abused, humiliated and spat. At that moment he realized that know the true loneliness, because although she did not have before Mulder in his bed, had the indirect, she knew that if he called at the time was the would come to her, but from that time things were no longer so ...
After sobbing for a moment, he realized he was sitting on an envelope, would not imagine who he was but his quick mind had already begun to form conclusions or "was some information, track or connection with someone or something that would investigate a file x "or" was something that Mulder had left him. "
decision opened the envelope and found a simple note and a messy lines that exposed quickly to have been written: "Scully, I know I owe you an explanation for my departure, but for now I can only tell you my truth is out there and I'm going out to find it. But again, I promise.
(Thoughts of Scully)
... Promises ... I can not believe in that promise, really I do not believe in any and less on you after what I've seen ... What should I do? ... It seems that I can only wait and give birth to at least make a bit of my faith, that I said many times ...
... Although I know you slept with her, part of me says I want and I should forget this situation, it was not your intention and that if you could have not have done, and you pushed something bigger ...
... I believe ... I believe that is a lie, that I've left to go after the search for another track ends, and that they fulfill your promise to return ... ... I just hope that no more than the pain and loneliness and my self-destructive nature has not won me then ... ... I hope that someday if I find dead come back ... 1:10
Scully had to sleep after turning in tears on her bed, thus developing dreams that transported to a fantasy world that I would leave, but soon became a nightmare, and woke ...
got up to drink a glass of water and try to get to sleep again, sat on the couch, and thought I had the desire to know something about Mulder, and how I could make it considering it was possible that he never again his department at one time, and decided send an email ...
He sat at his desk, turned on the computer and started writing, without even knowing if he would answer: ... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Mulder, I believe in your promise, but I want to keep me informed, let me know if you're good or if you need anything, please let me know ... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Scully was somewhat illusory to send this message but some faith on behind her encouraged her to believe, dream ...
The days kept passing, she was working at the FBI, Mulder had the excuse that he took vacation, which Skinner did not challenge, and will only give one other case, Scully, simple things had been for the time, she was grateful because I really did not feel like going out to investigate and take statements from paranoid to say to see Elvis and Bigfoot, or whatever happened to them ... With
spent weeks on, two weeks to be exact, Scully left the office and went to his apartment, without trouble as it would any other day that followed a routine.
Upon arrival he took off his coat, gloves and the scarf that was put in the neck and the winter days mercilessly whipped the streets of the city harboring warranted.
After more comfortable clothing was dedicated to doing what she did every day back from work, turned on his computer and checked if he posts, he had become a task of the daily routine was like turning on the TV for her and was also common for there is no message. In those two weeks he had become so accustomed to that Mulder is no longer as not having an e-mail from him ...
The two-week absence became three, the skin does not seem to worry, almost no cases sent to Scully, and much less talk to her, nor for any error reproach, "maybe Mulder Skinner warned of what would," thought Scully.
His days had become empty, meaningless hours collided in his mind incessant thoughts and reflections, doubts, the pain had ceased, was busy with the odd report and it was just spite and get an idea that your partner no longer return. I did not want to lose faith that had kept her alive and lucid in the last three weeks, but the cold, loneliness and actually pushed and not wanting to believe ... 20:01
Once again it was time to leave work y continuar con la rutina que había empezado a aborrecer: subirse a su auto, conducir sin apuro por la ciudad helada y nevada, llegar a su departamento y prender su computadora. Pero este día la rutina cambiaría, pues revisar su correo electrónico y aparecía un mensaje nuevo de Mulder, era simple y conciso tal como la nota que se había encontrado en el piso de su departamento:
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Scully,
estoy bien, sigo luchando, te prometo que pronto nos volveremos a ver.
Mulder.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
A tear ran Scully's cheek, "another promise," he thought, and once again refused to believe ...
9:24 Saturday Morning
since Mulder was gone, Scully went jogging in the mornings of Saturday and always stopped in the same place, it was by accident or on impulse, it was his fervent desire to believe ...
There she was, sitting on a bench in the square was one of the sides of the building of Mulder, watching her window at some time imagining that a curtain was running like he was in, had become a dreamer that fed on hopes ...
Every Saturday, he got up early and went jogging as if his life depended on it, always with a fixed course, went to Alexandria for the sole reason of pleasing their dreams to imagine that he was inside, and sat by long periods in the same bank to look at a landscape that only fed their broken dreams. But from the previous Saturday had noticed that someone was watching, maybe it was a coincidence, but many years of research by their paranoid friend made him doubt even the Boy Scouts cookie sales, and this character would not be free doubts. Scully recorded from head to toe trying to collect details from bank that was, that although he was at a considerable distance as she realized that was observed. He was tall (though you were sitting you could see), was wearing a mostly black with raised flaps so that covered her neck and her face, a black cap (not vary), opaque lenses (if I say black would be redundant ...) and to cover most still had a newspaper opened wide that covered up the nose to watch Scully, which occasionally meant skulking read.
that day still held some snow by the roadside and appeared as cold as the previous, so that people rather stay at home rather than a walk, leaving a lonely place, which happened sometimes one or two bachelor walking his dog or that he went to buy a newspaper.
At one point there was silence and solitude, especially the man folded the newspaper, let him aside and began to walk towards Scully, she jumped on a bit but was relieved when this went past, she stared at him as he passed near him but the man kept walking as if she did not exist at that time in that place ...
Scully resumed his exercise and returned to his apartment. Once arrived there, the thoughts invaded again ...
(thinking Scully)
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it, wait to be informed whether you are alive ... The world around me is not the same since you left, I miss you, I think, you sleep and die without you ...
Sometimes in the evenings, I just comforted the memories of that time when I did yours and made you mine, we belong ... I am drunk again just to remember your smell, your hands on my skin and your essence around me and loving me ... Recently, the memories are my only cure for insomnia I never had, but I suffer since you left, taking my air, along with my dream. Monday
Basement of the FBI
20:13 Another day of work, another day without news of Mulder and Scully another lonely night, so she thought were her days as well for some time, but that day would be different ...
Scully left the office, climbed into his car and left, but a momentum was stopped at the same place was lonely and cold on the side of the building of his companion. This day will not be saved from the cold winter, but Scully did not care if I had to take a cold because of this, I just wanted to contemplate the blissful window, wearing a black turtleneck shirt under his suit jacket and dark trousers with her black coat, he had forgotten his gloves and so on, but perhaps the truth was that he did not want to remember and every time he devoted less time to yourself, why did not mind getting sick from the cold ...
Scully had not noticed that night was also observed, only this time from a car with opaque glass, which was parked near where she had done. At one point, Scully was distracted and when reacted had been learned by two men who had dropped the car that followed, leading to the strength and struggles within it. The men blindfolded him and tied his hands and feet.
A voice showed up, a familiar voice ... K-Hi
Agent Scully, I've been watching lately ...
S-Con it was you filthy rat! What you want from me!?
K "Relax, I'm going to talk and you will hear, but if you can not behave I'll have to gag!
was Kricek, who had watched and kidnapped. Beckoned the driver to restart, later came the two men who had caught Scully and in the back were she and her captor, who looked at her with desire, and spoke in his ear to intimidate.
few minutes after the journey in silence, he resumed his purpose Kricek ...
K-I know where Mulder
S- What have you done?! K-Yo
anything, but they want to poison him, and they will at any time
S-As you know, who are they?! Tell me! Once K-
dearest Dana, I warn you to behave or you will lose the privilege of the floor, now responds, you're ready to work?
S "Okay ...
K-What happens is that ... I need your help ... Mulder to free ...
S-What?
K-Scully ... I've been betrayed, as he
S-For Diana it? ...
K-He and Diana ... and I ... no matter, what matters is that I want revenge, and with your help I will get
S "That's what you want? Help you carry out your revenge?
K-Si, but with my win-win plan
both S-That is your plan and I'll get me? And in exchange for ...?
K-First I want to know if you're willing to do everything to win back Mulder, and then give you the details
S-... Yes, I am willing ...
K-Well, to start the show then ...
Yes, Mulder had been betrayed by Diana, she had promised him the whole truth, but it really was to change the identity would turn it into a new and improved "Kricek" a smoker's proposal Spender, who will offered a life of happiness with Mulder in exchange for her to crawl into the jaws of smoking devil: So was done, Mulder was trapped in a laboratory in which it prepared for the process of brainwashing, and for this reason, the smoker had decided to send Kricek kill, whom he considered obsolete now. Once learned this Kricek decided revenge, because I knew that while escaping, they would find him and assassinate. Wanted to achieve at least thwart the plans of those who had used and discarded ...
CONTINUED ...
Author: conocimiento_acumulado
Type: Anxiety, much this time.
Dedication: A pipermaru to pao_gonher666@hotmail.com and all those who bother to read ...
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Note: I think that may be located between the sixth and seventh season.
Mulder went to his apartment, a Once inside, he went to Diana who finished dressing in the room ...
D "See you tomorrow early Fox, timely ...
M-I'll be there. Diana
already fixed up and left with a slight smile on his face and a hint of triumph in her eyes, she always got what he wanted and this time wanted Mulder to herself as she always dreamed. Fantasies was pretty cheesy to be the woman she was and have influence and contacts he had, he wanted a normal life with a loving man and a couple of children who indulge in a nice house in the suburbs, but getting there had to use trickery very unorthodox Mulder carried a paranoia their extreme and twisted reality. Department
Dana Scully. 23:45
Scully entered her apartment, and leaned back into the door and sat on the floor, even with the shelter since only managed to support your arms on his knees and his forehead on his arms leaving away tears shed by love, destroyed and disfigured, abused, humiliated and spat. At that moment he realized that know the true loneliness, because although she did not have before Mulder in his bed, had the indirect, she knew that if he called at the time was the would come to her, but from that time things were no longer so ...
After sobbing for a moment, he realized he was sitting on an envelope, would not imagine who he was but his quick mind had already begun to form conclusions or "was some information, track or connection with someone or something that would investigate a file x "or" was something that Mulder had left him. "
decision opened the envelope and found a simple note and a messy lines that exposed quickly to have been written: "Scully, I know I owe you an explanation for my departure, but for now I can only tell you my truth is out there and I'm going out to find it. But again, I promise.
(Thoughts of Scully)
... Promises ... I can not believe in that promise, really I do not believe in any and less on you after what I've seen ... What should I do? ... It seems that I can only wait and give birth to at least make a bit of my faith, that I said many times ...
... Although I know you slept with her, part of me says I want and I should forget this situation, it was not your intention and that if you could have not have done, and you pushed something bigger ...
... I believe ... I believe that is a lie, that I've left to go after the search for another track ends, and that they fulfill your promise to return ... ... I just hope that no more than the pain and loneliness and my self-destructive nature has not won me then ... ... I hope that someday if I find dead come back ... 1:10
Scully had to sleep after turning in tears on her bed, thus developing dreams that transported to a fantasy world that I would leave, but soon became a nightmare, and woke ...
got up to drink a glass of water and try to get to sleep again, sat on the couch, and thought I had the desire to know something about Mulder, and how I could make it considering it was possible that he never again his department at one time, and decided send an email ...
He sat at his desk, turned on the computer and started writing, without even knowing if he would answer: ... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Mulder, I believe in your promise, but I want to keep me informed, let me know if you're good or if you need anything, please let me know ... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Scully was somewhat illusory to send this message but some faith on behind her encouraged her to believe, dream ...
The days kept passing, she was working at the FBI, Mulder had the excuse that he took vacation, which Skinner did not challenge, and will only give one other case, Scully, simple things had been for the time, she was grateful because I really did not feel like going out to investigate and take statements from paranoid to say to see Elvis and Bigfoot, or whatever happened to them ... With
spent weeks on, two weeks to be exact, Scully left the office and went to his apartment, without trouble as it would any other day that followed a routine.
Upon arrival he took off his coat, gloves and the scarf that was put in the neck and the winter days mercilessly whipped the streets of the city harboring warranted.
After more comfortable clothing was dedicated to doing what she did every day back from work, turned on his computer and checked if he posts, he had become a task of the daily routine was like turning on the TV for her and was also common for there is no message. In those two weeks he had become so accustomed to that Mulder is no longer as not having an e-mail from him ...
The two-week absence became three, the skin does not seem to worry, almost no cases sent to Scully, and much less talk to her, nor for any error reproach, "maybe Mulder Skinner warned of what would," thought Scully.
His days had become empty, meaningless hours collided in his mind incessant thoughts and reflections, doubts, the pain had ceased, was busy with the odd report and it was just spite and get an idea that your partner no longer return. I did not want to lose faith that had kept her alive and lucid in the last three weeks, but the cold, loneliness and actually pushed and not wanting to believe ... 20:01
Once again it was time to leave work y continuar con la rutina que había empezado a aborrecer: subirse a su auto, conducir sin apuro por la ciudad helada y nevada, llegar a su departamento y prender su computadora. Pero este día la rutina cambiaría, pues revisar su correo electrónico y aparecía un mensaje nuevo de Mulder, era simple y conciso tal como la nota que se había encontrado en el piso de su departamento:
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Scully,
estoy bien, sigo luchando, te prometo que pronto nos volveremos a ver.
Mulder.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
A tear ran Scully's cheek, "another promise," he thought, and once again refused to believe ...
9:24 Saturday Morning
since Mulder was gone, Scully went jogging in the mornings of Saturday and always stopped in the same place, it was by accident or on impulse, it was his fervent desire to believe ...
There she was, sitting on a bench in the square was one of the sides of the building of Mulder, watching her window at some time imagining that a curtain was running like he was in, had become a dreamer that fed on hopes ...
Every Saturday, he got up early and went jogging as if his life depended on it, always with a fixed course, went to Alexandria for the sole reason of pleasing their dreams to imagine that he was inside, and sat by long periods in the same bank to look at a landscape that only fed their broken dreams. But from the previous Saturday had noticed that someone was watching, maybe it was a coincidence, but many years of research by their paranoid friend made him doubt even the Boy Scouts cookie sales, and this character would not be free doubts. Scully recorded from head to toe trying to collect details from bank that was, that although he was at a considerable distance as she realized that was observed. He was tall (though you were sitting you could see), was wearing a mostly black with raised flaps so that covered her neck and her face, a black cap (not vary), opaque lenses (if I say black would be redundant ...) and to cover most still had a newspaper opened wide that covered up the nose to watch Scully, which occasionally meant skulking read.
that day still held some snow by the roadside and appeared as cold as the previous, so that people rather stay at home rather than a walk, leaving a lonely place, which happened sometimes one or two bachelor walking his dog or that he went to buy a newspaper.
At one point there was silence and solitude, especially the man folded the newspaper, let him aside and began to walk towards Scully, she jumped on a bit but was relieved when this went past, she stared at him as he passed near him but the man kept walking as if she did not exist at that time in that place ...
Scully resumed his exercise and returned to his apartment. Once arrived there, the thoughts invaded again ...
(thinking Scully)
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it, wait to be informed whether you are alive ... The world around me is not the same since you left, I miss you, I think, you sleep and die without you ...
Sometimes in the evenings, I just comforted the memories of that time when I did yours and made you mine, we belong ... I am drunk again just to remember your smell, your hands on my skin and your essence around me and loving me ... Recently, the memories are my only cure for insomnia I never had, but I suffer since you left, taking my air, along with my dream. Monday
Basement of the FBI
20:13 Another day of work, another day without news of Mulder and Scully another lonely night, so she thought were her days as well for some time, but that day would be different ...
Scully left the office, climbed into his car and left, but a momentum was stopped at the same place was lonely and cold on the side of the building of his companion. This day will not be saved from the cold winter, but Scully did not care if I had to take a cold because of this, I just wanted to contemplate the blissful window, wearing a black turtleneck shirt under his suit jacket and dark trousers with her black coat, he had forgotten his gloves and so on, but perhaps the truth was that he did not want to remember and every time he devoted less time to yourself, why did not mind getting sick from the cold ...
Scully had not noticed that night was also observed, only this time from a car with opaque glass, which was parked near where she had done. At one point, Scully was distracted and when reacted had been learned by two men who had dropped the car that followed, leading to the strength and struggles within it. The men blindfolded him and tied his hands and feet.
A voice showed up, a familiar voice ... K-Hi
Agent Scully, I've been watching lately ...
S-Con it was you filthy rat! What you want from me!?
K "Relax, I'm going to talk and you will hear, but if you can not behave I'll have to gag!
was Kricek, who had watched and kidnapped. Beckoned the driver to restart, later came the two men who had caught Scully and in the back were she and her captor, who looked at her with desire, and spoke in his ear to intimidate.
few minutes after the journey in silence, he resumed his purpose Kricek ...
K-I know where Mulder
S- What have you done?! K-Yo
anything, but they want to poison him, and they will at any time
S-As you know, who are they?! Tell me! Once K-
dearest Dana, I warn you to behave or you will lose the privilege of the floor, now responds, you're ready to work?
S "Okay ...
K-What happens is that ... I need your help ... Mulder to free ...
S-What?
K-Scully ... I've been betrayed, as he
S-For Diana it? ...
K-He and Diana ... and I ... no matter, what matters is that I want revenge, and with your help I will get
S "That's what you want? Help you carry out your revenge?
K-Si, but with my win-win plan
both S-That is your plan and I'll get me? And in exchange for ...?
K-First I want to know if you're willing to do everything to win back Mulder, and then give you the details
S-... Yes, I am willing ...
K-Well, to start the show then ...
Yes, Mulder had been betrayed by Diana, she had promised him the whole truth, but it really was to change the identity would turn it into a new and improved "Kricek" a smoker's proposal Spender, who will offered a life of happiness with Mulder in exchange for her to crawl into the jaws of smoking devil: So was done, Mulder was trapped in a laboratory in which it prepared for the process of brainwashing, and for this reason, the smoker had decided to send Kricek kill, whom he considered obsolete now. Once learned this Kricek decided revenge, because I knew that while escaping, they would find him and assassinate. Wanted to achieve at least thwart the plans of those who had used and discarded ...
CONTINUED ...
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Department Dana Scully Scully
22:15
prepared to watch a little TV after finishing his usual solitary dinner, sat in his chair and began to change the channels trying to find some movie ever made him some company on that cold winter night or at least to see something to forget her coworker, who secretly loved becoming a martyr to his feelings hidden. Meanwhile
Mulder, who was in his apartment, too overwhelmed by the loneliness, watching out the window like small flakes of snow began to fall, becoming increasingly larger flakes, with his head resting on the glass, blurring his vision out with your warm breath raised his finger and wrote a name on the glass, "Dana whispered, wondered if she would be thinking of him. For the mind Mulder passed endless situations where things do not go as well as the expected one, and compared, compared his life, his relationship with his co-worker, and the whole affair led him to conclude that there were things worse and that life is too short to pass without making or at least say what you want to know that special ... Two minutes later he realized he had outstanding issues and would not leave behind, grabbed his coat, the keys to his car and left his apartment in search of a warm bed and knew he could find. Department
Dana Scully Scully
22:50 on listening to the insistent jump knocks on your door, had fallen asleep watching television, once again hits the reacted, rose from her chair and opened the door knowing he could be with such assurance that even noticed by the looks of the door.
S-Mulder, you're doing here, at this time and in this cold?
M-I wake you?
S-No, I was ... watching television ... Mulder goes, tell me something has happened? No. M-
..... I was in my apartment and I realized how lucky I am ...
Scully looked confused, with a wave of his hand told to sit on the couch, she saw Mulder an expression that rarely had been seen, was as tender, full of affection.
S-You tell me that this is all about?
M-I just ... I tell you something, I've got inside and did not want the adversities of life, I removed the opportunity to let you know ... Scully looked
concentrated, trying to decipher the next word in the eyes of his companion.
M "I love you" He said no more, leaving Scully no words came to her and hugged her with all his might, without expecting any response. Felt let down by her silence, but also relieved that he had said finally. He rose from his chair and walked to the door, took one last look at his companion who still watched from his place, but before he was about to leave, she stopped holding her hand ...
S "Your hand is cold, you want to prepare something hot? - I asked as I gazed into his eyes, he nodded, and felt at home with this simple offering. Scully Mulder prepared hot chocolate while watching her sitting on a kitchen chair, she took two cups at the table, he reached over and sat down to enjoy their chocolate ...
S-I love you too, "he said after taking a sip from his cup. Mulder walked over and gently kissed those lips that by representing the source of truth, took ignoring the chocolate arms and went to his room ... Same place
was 9:10 on Sunday and there was no need to get up early, Scully was waking up and remembering the memorable night that Mulder had given her, after so long had happened, he had said that they loved and had shown no fear, without shame and especially without bees. After stretching, Scully Mulder realized that was not in his bed, nor his clothes, gave a revised department and realized he was gone ...
S-Perhaps it had something to do ...- said, "I'll call to see where it's gone," he thought, but their mobile phone realized that I had off, I called his house but nobody answered so left a message: "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? No matter anyway, call me, okay? ... Pip ...
Scully did not give more importance to the matter and decided to shower and change to go see his mother who was waiting for lunch ... Meanwhile
Mulder was driving his car into the harbor looked like it had been to meet someone, for he was quite sure where to stop, got out of the car and walked a few meters till a sort of shed (hangar), observed once in it was empty except for tables and debris in the edge of the area. He walked till the middle of this and a voice from behind him made him turn, was Diana ...
D-Fox .. as have you been? - said seriously, it felt secure in their words, the coldness of a killer in his eyes, and without fear any horn went Mulder taking her hands ...
M-What is that you have for me?
D-The answers to all questions, alleviate your pain, I offer you the opportunity to drive away all your demons !...- finally said with some hint of emotion in you ...
M-do you mean? I can finally see my sister? And what will happen to them, with those leaders who conspire against the nation? I?! At last we will know the truth?! D-Calm
Mulder, if you return to see Samantha, and know the whole truth, but neither you nor anyone else can never discover the conspiracies, or even investigating since records x! But keep in mind that what I offer will change your life, so you will know the peace of a long, full life without the need to fight anyone! ...
M-What I offer is very tempting ... In fact it's everything I ever fought, haha, but nothing in life is free, and you want something in return, or am I wrong?
D-You're right ... In life you have to make sacrifices ... We left some things to gain others ...
M "You see the point of a good look! That do you want? To renounce the secret files x? Work for them? Come on! Tell me!
D "They do not ask too much Fox, they just want to give up records x y. .. to forget the agent Scully, and the life you've known till now ...
M-...
D-need not answer me right away Fox, you've taken some attachment to your co-worker, but life that we offer you ... I would offer is worth considering, you know I can give happiness ...
And having said this last, he turned and was leaving a pensive Mulder just standing in the middle of the house ...
House Margaret Scully
20:09 Scully was about to leave giving explanations to his mother the next day had to work and that it was late but the reality was that he was dying to see Mulder ... MS-Ya
you go girl? Prefer not to sleep over and go early morning? Watch the forecast indicates that this starting to snow in Washington and could have problems with the weather ...- said the mother showing the classic concern even though their objective was that her daughter keep her company for a while longer ...
S-No, Mom, thanks but I'd rather go now, is that I have a pending I took it home and I deliver tomorrow morning, I'll call you?
MS-Based, take care, Fox send him greetings from me.
S "Okay, I love you Mommy, goodbye ... MS-bye
daughter, till soon ...- A kiss, a hug and started thinking about your car horn to call and tell Mulder was on his way, but thought a few seconds and decided not to call and get the best of surprise department, and if it was not because I expect everything in after she had a copy of the key and use this situation warranted.
At that time, Mulder was entering her apartment, having spent all day walking around the city aimlessly trying to make a decision, entered, took off his coat, threw the keys on the table at the entrance, and directed the phone to check messages at the same time he who set his cell, he saw that the cell appeared a couple of missed calls while Scully pressed the button on the landline to listen to a message that it was imagined Scully ... "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? ... No matter anyway, call me if ?"...
Mulder had already taken a decision so he took his mobile and started to make ... Auto
Scully, by somewhere
20:35
_Piiiiii ... Piiiiii-S-Scully ...
MS-Dana, daughter are you okay?
S-If mom happens? MS
"It said that in the news they were about to close the roads because of the snowstorm is coming, no more want you back home and leave in the morning?
S "No thanks mom, but as I told you I have work to do, and as far from home I do not think there's any problem with snow anyway ...
MS "Okay, if you prefer ...
S "Mama do not worry, I'll be fine ... Mulder Department
21:15
Only light of a lamp illuminating the room, Mulder was sitting comfortably in his chair, while a female figure approaching him. You
D-Fox made the right decision, eventually you'll realize, you'll see ...
23:23
had spent a long time since Diana had appeared in the Mulder department, she was sleeping in the bed almost naked, while Mulder seemed to be writing something with some trouble, put the paper in an envelope, closed and turned to leave, the elevator seemed to be busy so I went downstairs, came and drove her car horn horn department Scully, rose and stood at the door to slide the envelope before turning around and leaving it took a few seconds to remember the times spent there and looking at a point lost on the roof of the hall sighed ... and left ... 23:23
Scully had traveled for hours with cravings to see her beloved, recently declared, parked the car in front of the building and entered Mulder; up the elevator, and by the fourth floor he saw that someone started down the stairs "some impatient" he thought, did not give importance and enter the department continued till 42 with the duplicate key he had given Mulder; to enter realized that they had lights on, so I went to the room thinking that Mulder was sleeping and that for once in life had overcome insomnia, but what was found by turning the light was more than he could bear his razocinio ...
D-Scully, doing here at this hour! Do not know ?!...- play a startled Diana said she woke when the light was on.
S-What are you doing here?! Y. .. Where is Mulder?! Face full of illusion Scully had been destroyed by this scene: Mulder's room, bed occupied by ex-girlfriend semi-nude cover loosely on rumpled sheets and clothes thrown on the floor, it was as if the skeleton disintegrated by Scully pain ...
D I do not know where he is, I thought I'd be here ... In this situation scully
decided to run away, almost running away to leave the building, but before getting into his car met head-on with Mulder was coming, and stood still; with every part of your being numbed by poison that his eyes had just drinking, watching and wishing he had not ever existed ...
M-Scully, there's something we need to talk ...
The tears began running down the cheeks of Scully, blazed by the recent humiliation ...
S-Mulder, do not say anything, you do not already ...
watched him in silence as the snow began to fall, making the distance between them colder, red hair covering her, emphasizing her blue eyes now filled with hate, hate your partner but herself for being so naive and believe that there was more where none existed, and was used, scorned, like an old toy that nobody wants ... He realized that nothing had to do on that site, and hurried into his car, while Mulder looked away into the darkness and began to doubt by the decision, perhaps it was not the right thought to himself, but his luck was done and it was no time for regrets ...
CONTINUED ...
Author: conocimiento_acumulado
Type: MSR, and some Noroma angusta, if, friends do not like but the story is well ...
Dedication: A pipermaru, because I liked your story so I wanted to give something back so you can read about me ... And to all who read it, kisses.
Disclaimer: None of the characters named in this story belong to me, I do not intend to profit from it.
Feedback: Yes, please tell me what they thought, if they like it or hate it, need saver!! ice-queen1186@hotmail.com or to perfectasincronia@hotmail.com
Department Dana Scully Scully
22:15
prepared to watch a little TV after finishing his usual solitary dinner, sat in his chair and began to change the channels trying to find some movie ever made him some company on that cold winter night or at least to see something to forget her coworker, who secretly loved becoming a martyr to his feelings hidden. Meanwhile
Mulder, who was in his apartment, too overwhelmed by the loneliness, watching out the window like small flakes of snow began to fall, becoming increasingly larger flakes, with his head resting on the glass, blurring his vision out with your warm breath raised his finger and wrote a name on the glass, "Dana whispered, wondered if she would be thinking of him. For the mind Mulder passed endless situations where things do not go as well as the expected one, and compared, compared his life, his relationship with his co-worker, and the whole affair led him to conclude that there were things worse and that life is too short to pass without making or at least say what you want to know that special ... Two minutes later he realized he had outstanding issues and would not leave behind, grabbed his coat, the keys to his car and left his apartment in search of a warm bed and knew he could find. Department
Dana Scully Scully
22:50 on listening to the insistent jump knocks on your door, had fallen asleep watching television, once again hits the reacted, rose from her chair and opened the door knowing he could be with such assurance that even noticed by the looks of the door.
S-Mulder, you're doing here, at this time and in this cold?
M-I wake you?
S-No, I was ... watching television ... Mulder goes, tell me something has happened? No. M-
..... I was in my apartment and I realized how lucky I am ...
Scully looked confused, with a wave of his hand told to sit on the couch, she saw Mulder an expression that rarely had been seen, was as tender, full of affection.
S-You tell me that this is all about?
M-I just ... I tell you something, I've got inside and did not want the adversities of life, I removed the opportunity to let you know ... Scully looked
concentrated, trying to decipher the next word in the eyes of his companion.
M "I love you" He said no more, leaving Scully no words came to her and hugged her with all his might, without expecting any response. Felt let down by her silence, but also relieved that he had said finally. He rose from his chair and walked to the door, took one last look at his companion who still watched from his place, but before he was about to leave, she stopped holding her hand ...
S "Your hand is cold, you want to prepare something hot? - I asked as I gazed into his eyes, he nodded, and felt at home with this simple offering. Scully Mulder prepared hot chocolate while watching her sitting on a kitchen chair, she took two cups at the table, he reached over and sat down to enjoy their chocolate ...
S-I love you too, "he said after taking a sip from his cup. Mulder walked over and gently kissed those lips that by representing the source of truth, took ignoring the chocolate arms and went to his room ... Same place
was 9:10 on Sunday and there was no need to get up early, Scully was waking up and remembering the memorable night that Mulder had given her, after so long had happened, he had said that they loved and had shown no fear, without shame and especially without bees. After stretching, Scully Mulder realized that was not in his bed, nor his clothes, gave a revised department and realized he was gone ...
S-Perhaps it had something to do ...- said, "I'll call to see where it's gone," he thought, but their mobile phone realized that I had off, I called his house but nobody answered so left a message: "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? No matter anyway, call me, okay? ... Pip ...
Scully did not give more importance to the matter and decided to shower and change to go see his mother who was waiting for lunch ... Meanwhile
Mulder was driving his car into the harbor looked like it had been to meet someone, for he was quite sure where to stop, got out of the car and walked a few meters till a sort of shed (hangar), observed once in it was empty except for tables and debris in the edge of the area. He walked till the middle of this and a voice from behind him made him turn, was Diana ...
D-Fox .. as have you been? - said seriously, it felt secure in their words, the coldness of a killer in his eyes, and without fear any horn went Mulder taking her hands ...
M-What is that you have for me?
D-The answers to all questions, alleviate your pain, I offer you the opportunity to drive away all your demons !...- finally said with some hint of emotion in you ...
M-do you mean? I can finally see my sister? And what will happen to them, with those leaders who conspire against the nation? I?! At last we will know the truth?! D-Calm
Mulder, if you return to see Samantha, and know the whole truth, but neither you nor anyone else can never discover the conspiracies, or even investigating since records x! But keep in mind that what I offer will change your life, so you will know the peace of a long, full life without the need to fight anyone! ...
M-What I offer is very tempting ... In fact it's everything I ever fought, haha, but nothing in life is free, and you want something in return, or am I wrong?
D-You're right ... In life you have to make sacrifices ... We left some things to gain others ...
M "You see the point of a good look! That do you want? To renounce the secret files x? Work for them? Come on! Tell me!
D "They do not ask too much Fox, they just want to give up records x y. .. to forget the agent Scully, and the life you've known till now ...
M-...
D-need not answer me right away Fox, you've taken some attachment to your co-worker, but life that we offer you ... I would offer is worth considering, you know I can give happiness ...
And having said this last, he turned and was leaving a pensive Mulder just standing in the middle of the house ...
House Margaret Scully
20:09 Scully was about to leave giving explanations to his mother the next day had to work and that it was late but the reality was that he was dying to see Mulder ... MS-Ya
you go girl? Prefer not to sleep over and go early morning? Watch the forecast indicates that this starting to snow in Washington and could have problems with the weather ...- said the mother showing the classic concern even though their objective was that her daughter keep her company for a while longer ...
S-No, Mom, thanks but I'd rather go now, is that I have a pending I took it home and I deliver tomorrow morning, I'll call you?
MS-Based, take care, Fox send him greetings from me.
S "Okay, I love you Mommy, goodbye ... MS-bye
daughter, till soon ...- A kiss, a hug and started thinking about your car horn to call and tell Mulder was on his way, but thought a few seconds and decided not to call and get the best of surprise department, and if it was not because I expect everything in after she had a copy of the key and use this situation warranted.
At that time, Mulder was entering her apartment, having spent all day walking around the city aimlessly trying to make a decision, entered, took off his coat, threw the keys on the table at the entrance, and directed the phone to check messages at the same time he who set his cell, he saw that the cell appeared a couple of missed calls while Scully pressed the button on the landline to listen to a message that it was imagined Scully ... "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? ... No matter anyway, call me if ?"...
Mulder had already taken a decision so he took his mobile and started to make ... Auto
Scully, by somewhere
20:35
_Piiiiii ... Piiiiii-S-Scully ...
MS-Dana, daughter are you okay?
S-If mom happens? MS
"It said that in the news they were about to close the roads because of the snowstorm is coming, no more want you back home and leave in the morning?
S "No thanks mom, but as I told you I have work to do, and as far from home I do not think there's any problem with snow anyway ...
MS "Okay, if you prefer ...
S "Mama do not worry, I'll be fine ... Mulder Department
21:15
Only light of a lamp illuminating the room, Mulder was sitting comfortably in his chair, while a female figure approaching him. You
D-Fox made the right decision, eventually you'll realize, you'll see ...
23:23
had spent a long time since Diana had appeared in the Mulder department, she was sleeping in the bed almost naked, while Mulder seemed to be writing something with some trouble, put the paper in an envelope, closed and turned to leave, the elevator seemed to be busy so I went downstairs, came and drove her car horn horn department Scully, rose and stood at the door to slide the envelope before turning around and leaving it took a few seconds to remember the times spent there and looking at a point lost on the roof of the hall sighed ... and left ... 23:23
Scully had traveled for hours with cravings to see her beloved, recently declared, parked the car in front of the building and entered Mulder; up the elevator, and by the fourth floor he saw that someone started down the stairs "some impatient" he thought, did not give importance and enter the department continued till 42 with the duplicate key he had given Mulder; to enter realized that they had lights on, so I went to the room thinking that Mulder was sleeping and that for once in life had overcome insomnia, but what was found by turning the light was more than he could bear his razocinio ...
D-Scully, doing here at this hour! Do not know ?!...- play a startled Diana said she woke when the light was on.
S-What are you doing here?! Y. .. Where is Mulder?! Face full of illusion Scully had been destroyed by this scene: Mulder's room, bed occupied by ex-girlfriend semi-nude cover loosely on rumpled sheets and clothes thrown on the floor, it was as if the skeleton disintegrated by Scully pain ...
D I do not know where he is, I thought I'd be here ... In this situation scully
decided to run away, almost running away to leave the building, but before getting into his car met head-on with Mulder was coming, and stood still; with every part of your being numbed by poison that his eyes had just drinking, watching and wishing he had not ever existed ...
M-Scully, there's something we need to talk ...
The tears began running down the cheeks of Scully, blazed by the recent humiliation ...
S-Mulder, do not say anything, you do not already ...
watched him in silence as the snow began to fall, making the distance between them colder, red hair covering her, emphasizing her blue eyes now filled with hate, hate your partner but herself for being so naive and believe that there was more where none existed, and was used, scorned, like an old toy that nobody wants ... He realized that nothing had to do on that site, and hurried into his car, while Mulder looked away into the darkness and began to doubt by the decision, perhaps it was not the right thought to himself, but his luck was done and it was no time for regrets ...
CONTINUED ...
Sharp Pain Lower Right Back
Seconds Just Relax
Author: Rovi
Disclaimer: GA and DD are human beings of flesh and blood and I have no right to get into their lives. This is a fictional story, nothing to do with the actual reality: p
Dedication: This goes to Brenda by snogger fic idea to Vania cheerleader for their services, not to let boredom forced to write and all snoggers Out There.
Type: Snogger (yep, I'm snogger not deny it), POV, Vignette. Feedback
: by favoooorr! rovi.adams @ gmail.com
Note: I know I'm in the midst of another fanfic, but a bit distracted does not hurt: p, also took the opportunity to enter the world snogger because I'd never dared to make a fic this category. If you guess the scene, earning a return trip to the kitchen of his home with all expenses paid: p Van ... lol you do not participate.
Ahh! Something very important: Made in Dominican Republic:)
is a single scene ... a script to give life to characters that belong to fiction. Lives that are nothing more than pieces of paper and take our bodies to move a step closer to reality. But I do not understand why I can not get close to him, feel his touch and her lips almost next to mine, and also define the line between real life and performance.
I know what comes next. Last night I repeated each line in my mind endlessly, and imagined a few times the way we rehearse. But when he arrived this morning, I felt the tension in the air and trying to avoid being few inches of it, I invented a new excuse to prolong the inevitable.
I told him to leave room for spontaneity and confidence in our chemistry ... were professional enough to put us in front of the cameras and make a scene without having seen in a couple of days. I said that and much more to convince him, but the moment of truth had arrived.
As I felt his arms surround me, I knew that the control had gone too far. There were no more words to say, it was time to give way to body language, let the emotions flow and transfer some of our spirit to a dead letter in a thousand typed pages.
I had to remember the old lessons of theater. For me it was easy to give up my true self and become once again Dana Scully. I was already getting used to it and, yes, we often get into the skin of the protagonist, but I think it's time to transform it here is a kind of possession.
hope I do not quite all its flavor when it is time to separate some of it and start to lose myself in his eyes. Her hands settle softly on my face, which leaves me no choice but to face his eyes, even if it means risking losing everything for a dream that may not have more room in my subconscious.
A tear is rolling down my cheek, I can feel it before the end of repeating the idea in my mind. He quietly asked me if this is right and slightly nod, giving him permission to go ahead and cross the walls that have defined a platonic relationship for five years. If he knew all I'm thinking at this point, I would not hesitate I'm completely crazy.
His lips are every second closer to mine. I can not think, my vision blurred and all I feel is the pain of knowing that one of my fantasies do not come to fruition. He will not kiss me because it is written ... may never do it. And the closer you are, the more it hurts. It's torture I do not deserve, but no one to blame.
I am mentally prepared ... at least I tell myself to comfort me. I am resigned to settle for a light touch and break the spell because the show must go on, but when it's time to wake up I feel something all my senses alert, something too good to be true.
's kissing me ... is too much information to be processed by my brain. My hands go to his neck and my nails dig into his hair, is sufficient evidence to rule out the possibility that my imagination is playing dirty.
The murmur of others reminds me that we are not alone, but he did not seem to matter much, because their language tries to cross the barrier formed my lips and deepen the kiss. And while whispering was able to distinguish a "cut!" that there is also the desired effect, at least not for us.
finally parted for air to our lungs and oxygen for our brains to process what we just did. There is no excuse for altering the script of a story that is not ours.
When questions and doubts become too heavy a burden for me, I try to find an explanation in his eyes, however, all I find are more questions. He is a mystery to me, and always will be. A completely closed book, which was written insurance for a woman who is not me.
Slowly we get separated, and in this sea of uncertainty the only thing that is clear is that a scene has been through repeated. A scene that will become a bitter memory.
FIN .-
Author: Rovi
Disclaimer: GA and DD are human beings of flesh and blood and I have no right to get into their lives. This is a fictional story, nothing to do with the actual reality: p
Dedication: This goes to Brenda by snogger fic idea to Vania cheerleader for their services, not to let boredom forced to write and all snoggers Out There.
Type: Snogger (yep, I'm snogger not deny it), POV, Vignette. Feedback
: by favoooorr! rovi.adams @ gmail.com
Note: I know I'm in the midst of another fanfic, but a bit distracted does not hurt: p, also took the opportunity to enter the world snogger because I'd never dared to make a fic this category. If you guess the scene, earning a return trip to the kitchen of his home with all expenses paid: p Van ... lol you do not participate.
Ahh! Something very important: Made in Dominican Republic:)
is a single scene ... a script to give life to characters that belong to fiction. Lives that are nothing more than pieces of paper and take our bodies to move a step closer to reality. But I do not understand why I can not get close to him, feel his touch and her lips almost next to mine, and also define the line between real life and performance.
I know what comes next. Last night I repeated each line in my mind endlessly, and imagined a few times the way we rehearse. But when he arrived this morning, I felt the tension in the air and trying to avoid being few inches of it, I invented a new excuse to prolong the inevitable.
I told him to leave room for spontaneity and confidence in our chemistry ... were professional enough to put us in front of the cameras and make a scene without having seen in a couple of days. I said that and much more to convince him, but the moment of truth had arrived.
As I felt his arms surround me, I knew that the control had gone too far. There were no more words to say, it was time to give way to body language, let the emotions flow and transfer some of our spirit to a dead letter in a thousand typed pages.
I had to remember the old lessons of theater. For me it was easy to give up my true self and become once again Dana Scully. I was already getting used to it and, yes, we often get into the skin of the protagonist, but I think it's time to transform it here is a kind of possession.
hope I do not quite all its flavor when it is time to separate some of it and start to lose myself in his eyes. Her hands settle softly on my face, which leaves me no choice but to face his eyes, even if it means risking losing everything for a dream that may not have more room in my subconscious.
A tear is rolling down my cheek, I can feel it before the end of repeating the idea in my mind. He quietly asked me if this is right and slightly nod, giving him permission to go ahead and cross the walls that have defined a platonic relationship for five years. If he knew all I'm thinking at this point, I would not hesitate I'm completely crazy.
His lips are every second closer to mine. I can not think, my vision blurred and all I feel is the pain of knowing that one of my fantasies do not come to fruition. He will not kiss me because it is written ... may never do it. And the closer you are, the more it hurts. It's torture I do not deserve, but no one to blame.
I am mentally prepared ... at least I tell myself to comfort me. I am resigned to settle for a light touch and break the spell because the show must go on, but when it's time to wake up I feel something all my senses alert, something too good to be true.
's kissing me ... is too much information to be processed by my brain. My hands go to his neck and my nails dig into his hair, is sufficient evidence to rule out the possibility that my imagination is playing dirty.
The murmur of others reminds me that we are not alone, but he did not seem to matter much, because their language tries to cross the barrier formed my lips and deepen the kiss. And while whispering was able to distinguish a "cut!" that there is also the desired effect, at least not for us.
finally parted for air to our lungs and oxygen for our brains to process what we just did. There is no excuse for altering the script of a story that is not ours.
When questions and doubts become too heavy a burden for me, I try to find an explanation in his eyes, however, all I find are more questions. He is a mystery to me, and always will be. A completely closed book, which was written insurance for a woman who is not me.
Slowly we get separated, and in this sea of uncertainty the only thing that is clear is that a scene has been through repeated. A scene that will become a bitter memory.
FIN .-
Free Creative Extigy Driver
Author : Dru
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah ....... If you've read a fic, you know what I mean.
Dedicated: To all those out there still
Note: This story I posted on the club RIP-X, but I found it very sweet and I changed the ending, so here it is.
Rating: Very despite MSR many ... is not.
Summary: Much work, little sleep and its consequences.
16:47
Basement Fox Mulder had reluctantly lunch a chicken sandwich and was now leaning back in his desk reclining chair with eyes closed and his hands in small circles on his temples . It felt strange. That was the exact definition of what I felt. Strange. It was cold, it was not indigestion, I was not drunk, had not been drunk in the last 24 hours so there was no hangover, it was not unknown activity in a lobe of his brain, Scully had not fired in any part of your body, your water does not contain derivatives of LSD, no alien clone had bleeding around it, etc. Could have done a long summary of all complaints that it had in recent times but none fit with how he felt now. It was as if someone had inflated just a bit of a hot water bottle inside his skull for that warm feeling a little pressure behind the eyeballs and slowly progressing towards the temples, also felt a slight weight on the back of his neck. I also had stomach upset part, as when reading a long while in a moving vehicle, but only nibbled his late lunch and finally felt like the bones of his legs were stuck in the refrigerator and constantly prodded him. Strange was definitely a good definition.
was immersed in his thoughts when he felt a warm trickle down his nose and across his mouth to the chin for a moment thought I was going crazy and the bag of water she had imagined in his brain had ruptured, but open your eyes and look at his tie and the top of his shirt a set of red cells did not play, he realized that his nose was bleeding.
- The only thing I needed, "he muttered wearily
He just cover your nose with one hand and put standing to go to the bathroom. In that his partner went to the office.
- I have the autopsy report ...... Mulder! ... happened to you cried once caught up from the sheet she held.
- I have not the slightest idea, "said a voice
amusingly shrill" Come, sit down, "he exclaimed as if he were talking to a young child. He loved to take care of him.
Scully guided him to the seat of the desk, she took a tissue in a drawer and gave it to wipe.
- Straighten your head and do not forget to put pressure on the top of your nose
- I ....
- Shhh, I will explain later
Minutes after the bleeding stopped and Mulder tried to find a reasonable answer his companion for this fortuitous event in the bathroom while washing.
-... And out of nowhere my red blood cells decided to abandon my body and ruin my new shirt-finished omitting a narrative, not to worry Scully, her feeling "weird."
- Mmm ... could be due to a slight rise in your pressure, causing one of your arteries collapse and the occurrence of the bleeding-
- It could be ...
- Any theories?
- Nope ... here's a specialist in cell formation and leakage of plasma are you
The day continued like any other, about from 6 to thirty Scully Mulder was to leave his apartment, he resisted at first but she convinced him saying he could return to his nose bleed and distract the road. Apartment 42
18: 57
opened the door of his house, threw the keys on the coffee table and lay on the couch. I was exhausted. He had been almost all day sitting in the office but I felt as if his body had just been used for a triathlon athlete. He removed his shoes and tie semirigid by blood. Sleep. All I wanted was looking forward to sleep for 2 days in a row, however it was this same time period that had been awake. Came out of a case and usually overactive mind had trouble sleeping, lately prevented him from frentón. I knew that with the case decided his brain would fall asleep the revs and probably something tonight, but this time his body refused to let it rest. That damn widespread feeling of alienation had become more intense and threatening to get worse.
After a bit of his courage and stood up slowly from the couch to take a shower, when standing felt a sense of emptiness that made him stop and close my eyes for a moment, felt his head would explode the great pressure that was in there, strange figures also purple and yellow appeared before his eyes no matter that they were open or closed.
The hot shower did nothing, the discomfort continued to increase its intensity. While later decided to take something for headache and swallowed two aspirins in half a glass of water. Bad idea. A few seconds if any nausea ingested were such that he nearly vomits and reached over to the bathroom. Again and again shook his stomach vigorously to expel non-existent and only getting complete content of a bitter taste Mulder's mouth.
Minutes later he was clinging to the toilet, unable to move, mired in endless and dizzy haciéndosele mouth water. At that time decided that he should call Scully. As was to make it to the phone, did not know, but should call her.
Very slowly stood and walked with difficulty into the room leaning against the wall, passing through the mirror and saw his face was not very healthy to say, was very pale and haggard, as well as a light layer of cold sweat covered his entire face and trickled down his temples. Scully was calling.
Two Tone ...
- It is not late enough yet. Try again around 3 am and I assure you I wake up, "she said jokingly
-Scully ...... You could come to my house now?
- Do not tell me you intend to follow who knows where in one day ....
- Bring your suitcase, let's play doctor.
A shiver ran down her back, working together over the years had proved that anything could happen to your partner
- ....... Are you scared, are you okay?
- I've been better
- Do not move there, I'll be right
22:13
slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. A horrible fear overcame her, I knew that was going to find.
Upon entering the room she saw her friend lying in the darkness and called him.
- Mulder ...
- Sh, low voice, sound melts my brain, "he said wearily
She went on I did the hint of light the lamp, but was prevented.
-
The light does not help - I turn it on in order to examine you. Neglecting to put pointing in another direction.
When he could light the room a bit and saw the state of his companion, his surprise was great, he had seen worse but this time it was she who left him at home only hours before and everything was fine. He made a great effort so that your voice does not tremble and demonstrate peacefully.
- Tell me you feel, questioned as he touched his forehead for fever and checked that was drenched in sweat
- A hellish headache much You tried
-cold drink? - asked as he tucked in his jacket
- Yes, a couple of aspirin but should be traveling down the drain along with my stomach and the rest of my guts
- puked
- More than it would have
wanted - Nausea?
- Oh yes
- When all this began
- Today in the afternoon hours earlier than my nose
- Have not slept well lately? - Asked as he checked his eyes
- I have not slept since Monday, finally confessed
- May was the last thing you ate
- A quarter of a sandwich today as the four
- And before that
- Yesterday ....... a couple of cups of coffee .... cookies ... pipes ...
"Mmm
-" Mmm "to, you know what I have doctor?
- If you think you suffer from a disease called tension headache, symptoms consistent headache, light sensitivity, food intolerance, your nosebleeds, nausea, etc. Mulder working like crazy, not sleeping, not eating, not rest and your body just do not resist, "said a little more upset, if there was anything in the world that the angry and was equally concerned about the irresponsibility of its partner for him same.
- Do not scold me now, I feel good ...- answered in order to avoid a lecture.
- Ven. Come to bed, "ordered
- Not tonight dear, I have migraine-joked-Auch! Do not be cruel, "Scully said pointing to the lamplight
" Come on, get up slowly
Scully helped her up and took him from one arm to go slowly into the room, she noticed that still dizzy and in pain despite of jokes. Once there
made him sit on the bed and began to remove the shirt he wore
- If you are in these migraine I can forget for a moment, replied with his eyes closed and hands on his temples. His teeth produced a distinctive sound when colliding with each other while shaking his jaw.
- I'll get something dry to wear, said ignoring these wet- Burguete and in your drawers until he found a shirt that seemed appropriate, went to the bathroom and brought a towel to dry your back and neck before putting on dry clothes.
- There, lie down very slowly and put your head on the towel, I do not want to soak the pillow
- Sir, Yes sir.
Once in bed and covered it very well and went to the room to look for things that had brought.
Seconds later returned to the room and started taking a few bottles from her bag and syringe, the latter prepared when Mulder interrupted.
- Do not think I nailed it in
Scully did not bother to answer, end I was doing, stood up and said
- Turn around
- Come on, no less painful
- Sorry, it's faster. Besides all of what we eat will remain in your stomach more than 3 seconds. We turn away, I guarantee you'll feel better.
Mulder finally relented, mostly because I just wanted it to end that painful.
-Ooooouch!
- Do not be overstated, "she said pressing the plunger and by entering the milky contents of the syringe into the body of his companion. - There you are, saw ... was not so terrible.
- They say that because you're on the other side of the needle. Could at least know that you just inoculation? - said returning to its original position with some difficulty.
- is a smooth muscle relaxant and sleep inducer. Sleep like a baby and when you wake up the pain will be diminished.
They stared in silence for a long moment, then Mulder said,
- If I could kiss you get up
- ...................- She just smiled only and looking down.
- Thanks for all Scully, come, for your concern ...
- Do not thank me anything Mulder, you know I'll always be there when you need it, cried as she sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair.
A Mulder would have loved to answer more gentle, insinuating but drugs began to take effect.
- I'm so tired, "stammered
- Try to sleep," she whispered as she closed her eyes with the tips of his fingers and stroked her face again and again
- Would you stay tonight?, Not to wake just muttered softly and calm
- You will not, said as he kissed her forehead and checked that was already asleep.
next day ...
slowly began to open their eyes and everything was confused, could not remember what happened the day before, did not understand why I was in bed and not on the couch as usual, or why he felt as if a truck had run over. Was to order his head when he suddenly began to feel sick to my stomach and was forced to rise quickly and go to the bathroom. Meanwhile
Scully was in the kitchen preparing something to feed to his companion, his work was interrupted by the sounds coming from the bathroom. Swiftly went there and found Mulder knees before the toilet, he looked agitated, gasping and weak.
- Relax, already happened, "he exclaimed as he crouched beside her
The presence of the companion in the apartment refreshed his memory and remembered all the previous day's events.
- This is humiliating
"Do not worry, keep the secret, said as he helped to his feet and carried him back to bed, I should warn you that the picture appears more intense after sleep.
- My brain wants to escape through the ears. What time is it?
- It's almost 2 pm.
- What ?!!!!!!! We had a meeting with Skinner this morning, was assigned a new case y. ....
- Calm down, I met today with Skinner, I handed the case, told him about your condition and you have sick leave until Monday given by your family doctor who got the day off to care for you. Now sit back and get you something to drink because these dehydrated.
- I admire your efficiency Scully
woman left the room and returned with a large glass filled with clear fluid.
- I want you to drink every last drop
- What is it?
-saline .... I do not look like that if you do not want to use my wits and my knowledge of anatomy and less friendly find another way to put that in your bloodstream-
- I did not say anything, "said pretending innocent and drinking with semi dislike salty liquid.
- I like that. 15:38
Mulder felt much better, the headache had disappeared almost completely and was very comfortable with the company, had managed to eat something now prepared and Scully talking semirecumbent in bed next to each other.
- ... and so does my mom and all she wanted was for me to swallow the earth.
- Your mother found you with your boyfriend in the room and you did not bring anything from the waist up? He could not believe it, I would have punished for 20 years.
- That's not all, my boyfriend Tom unzipped his trousers y. ..
- How old were you Scully?
- almost 17
- Wow, you were very early I undressed a woman until after thirty ..... Ouch! not mistreat me, I'm sick and bedridden, he claimed to receive a cojinazo in the face.
- You feel bad again? - She asked worried.
- Not at all. Thanks to you I feel so much better than yesterday, I just hurt a little muscle, must be for the tired. Nothing serious.
- I have the perfect solution, turn around, "she said getting out of bed
- Noooo, please no more shots, he said in mock-pleading tone.
- Shhhh I assure you that for you. Take off your shirt-
- Lately I have obsessed me topless, I know I have a great body irresistible but you should control your hormones, cried while his partner was due.
- Mulder?
- Mmm
- Shut
finally obeyed Agent the orders of his partner and lay face down on the bed, when he was in position again Scully felt like getting on the bed and began to gently touch your shoulders.
- Now I will start to circle clockwise against all the muscles in your back beginning with the trapezius and deltoid muscles, then your muscles will press gently and slowly to achieve paravertebral release accumulated stress that causes contractions micro and ...
- Scully?
- Mmm
"Shut up, I'm relaxing ..... Minutes later
- Auuu, there, there faster, that, that ....
- Mulder, silent. Will think your neighbors.
- Let them think what they want, I hope that Mrs of 43 is playing and I've seen come in, because of the views of Byers thinks I'm gay.
- sorry to say that it is the only Agent Smith of the 2 nd floor, I asked if he had any chance with you, "he said with mock seriousness.
- Really? "Smith? ... And-and you tell him? - Asked
worried - he was sorry but your preferred them bald and broad shoulders as
Skinner fell silent for a moment, but Scully could not resist the urge to laugh and laughed
- I can not believe you've swallowed it so easily ... Ja ja ja ja
- Little redhead liar! - Mulder said as he turned and threw to Scully on the bed and then fell on it slowly, stopping to laugh.
- Now I can get up, "said exaggerated eyebrows moving up and down suggestively. I thought I heard a small click, but did not give importance and went closer to her companion. RING RING
The damn phone started ringing at that moment, Scully slipped one arm to the bedside and picked up the horn, as Mulder turned to lay on the bed.
- Yes, sir, is much better ... no problem ..... I'll give you his greetings, and hung
- Skinner?
- Aha
- Calvo stupid Mulder exclaimed giving a false rage punch the mattress
- You said it. We were ...-
- In your mother unexpectedly went into your room
- Are you sure?
- If I do not want to end with a bullet in the crotch exclaimed pointing to the service weapon that hung from the waist of his partner and had the little clip that secures it unbuttoned. End
Sports Anxiety Disorder
Title : I'll be there for you
original title: I'll be there for you
Author: X-Phylia (xphylia@yahoo.com)
Idea translation: the Phantom Lady (pipermaru)
Translation: Soleil
Disclaimer: "Again??! This bieeenn.
1013 belong to the Fox network and Happy? 2
Disclaimer: "I'll be there for you" is a song by Bon Jovi, but do not make a scandal, only took a couple of lines. And this is NOT a song fic about
Rating: PG maybe. Just a few words
Category: friendship MS (with a tendency to MSR), MA
Archive: Sure, just let me know
Reference: None. The story takes place around Season 6
Summary: the tragedies in the lives of Mulder begins to wreak havoc.
be there for you
For X-Phylia (xphylia@yahoo.com)
Thank God it's Friday. It's been a long week. No X-Files, or puzzling
autopsies, or reprimands from our superiors. Yes,
this has been a long week and boring. Even Mulder
is quieter than normal.
I've noticed that lately we do not ask if we are well,
probably because we are tired of the automatic "I'm fine" you get in response
. Just not need to ask. We know.
We are in your apartment, this place I've ever messed
come to know as well as mine. Just as the owner.
I can read a book.
ate some pizza and drank beer, talked a little.
The TV is turned on, we're supposedly watching a cheap movie
science fiction in which Mulder did not even seem interested.
do not pay attention, I am very busy looking. Does not look good, but will not ask anything
. I can tell by the way looks off screen, so
fallen from his shoulders, by the way with difficulty swallowing too
followed by irregular breathing. I do not think you are sick, but I know
not right.
He also knows me very well. He knows that I realized how shy and quiet
is.
He has behaved well lately, turning
introspective and moody without reason. No, wait, that's not entirely correct: the reason is the lack of work
. Like now, for example. But do not deceive myself. Mulder
has several reasons to be depressed. Heck, sometimes I do not understand how
became the man who is after all what happened in the past.
is ironic that tells me I'm strong. Well, I am,
but my strength comes from a family safe and almost always happy, loving parents who gave me their support
and protective brothers. He has never had that, and still
and managed not only to survive but also became a good
person. A good friend. My best friend.
We are sitting on the sink to 30cm away. I watch him furtively and
inhale deeply, but does not turn to face me. His hands are at your
sides, motionless. Take your left hand in mine. I like his hands
. My sister Melissa would say that hands
say a lot of people, but I've never been good at reading palms hands.
Only the subject, as I always do that are sick or injured and
rub it with my thumbs. It may not be good at reading palms, but the fact that he
let me do it, says a lot about your mood. I can almost hear the
confusion within him.
"Mulder" I say gently. Go
saliva and hides his head, rubbing his eyes and nose with hand
her free. Turn to look at me, grab a pillow and carefully lowers
until his head is on my lap.
I am now passing saliva, and I can hardly hold back the tears.
I wonder if you know how much it hurts him sad. Not crying, but
if moans very slowly, which does not mean better. Take comfort and
should need it much, so so openly that it is asking. Step
my fingers through your hair, enjoying the gentle touch, and squeeze your arm
time to time. He remains there very still, his disturbed state of mind
shown in the rigidity of their muscles and breathing something
incostante. I do not know what should do: try to calm him down or say it's okay if you want to mourn
and so relieved.
"What if you rub your back?" I offer in return. Immediately
rises. His head is now resting on the couch and holds pillow
in my lap. On an impulse, I grab the end of his pole
gray and up, and I am surprised because it helps me do this.
Once rid of the pole, it is very quiet again.
Luckily, my hands are warm and begin to pass on your skin
naked. It feels so good, but I feel a little guilty, like I
were taking advantage of their vulnerability. I try to calm my mind
thinking that he must be enjoying it too.
not the first time I realized the marks on his back. I've never met
enough poise to ask about them, perhaps
because I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer.
A Despite his frequent objections to treat it as their 'mother',
think that deep down likes. Most men I've
state had run out of a situation like this unless
calculated sex in a rather close future.
And many other things Mulder is different. Not often I can get close
much, but when it does, almost no need to use words.
He comes to me knowing that I'll be there for him.
remember a very difficult case in Sacramento, where we had to do
team with one of his jealous ex-colleagues of Violent Crime. I
affected in various ways. First, never seen him do a
profile before and it scared me a lot. Second, this idiot actually
mocked him, Dark was the nicest thing he said. With much
happy to have shot the bastard if I had not Mulder same
convinced otherwise. And finally, I realized for the first time I
should have been for him to work in that section for three years, be
very good, only to have others laugh at him and take all the credit
.
This time, once alone and safe in our journey home, he arrecostó
timidly on my shoulder. He was exhausted, and following
their usual behavior when you profiles, hardly slept at all that week.
was so moved by the implicit trust that I almost fall apart. I knew
professional indifference was so quiet and refined
only a mask, his nightmares were the most obvious crack in their costumes.
But that was the first time consciously, let me know how
felt alone and vulnerable. I held her until she fell asleep and
smiled to myself when I realized that all the aircraft flight attendants threw me jealous glances
anything discrete.
All they could see was a very handsome man sleeping in my lap.
My fingers rub the taut muscles of his neck and feel
relax a little. It fits again and now your stomach is in my lap,
giving me access to his other shoulder, but his face is still buried in the
pillow under her arms crossed. Clearly in no mood to talk and probably not
will listen. Anyway what I can say
to relieve your pain? Now I'm doing all I can
by him, keep him comfortable and make you feel I'm here.
The TV is still turned on, the film that was forgotten long ago.
grab the remote and turned it off. Reached the remote control without disturbing other
much Mulder and turn on the radio. The two need a little quiet now
music.
resume my work, focusing on your lower back, my thumbs
pressure on the sides of your spine, up and down. Another trick I learned from Melissa
. She sure knew how to give a massage that left you made
gelatin. God, I miss my sister.
My hands touch his side and slide under your chest and stomach,
but stop just below your navel, I will not make you feel uncomfortable
. My thumbs now draw circles on top of your kidneys. I do not know how long
has passed, I do not care. Would do this all night if necessary
.
Mulder turns on his right side, giving me the face. I smile and he tries to smile too
. I put my arm under his neck to hold it better,
my right hand still rubbing his back.
It breaks my heart that this beautiful man beautiful soul
did not have anyone to do this for him. Even his mother, and I do not ever
someone entrusted both. Perhaps that's why I like dealing with
him occasionally. Tries to compensate for lost time. Kiss her forehead
smiling, doing everything I can to hide my thoughts
. Not that I can hide much, but I think tonight
is very upset to notice.
"Mulder" I muttered. "Whatever is bothering you, let it out.
questions will not only uphold you."
nods slightly.
"And do not tell anyone either," he whispered in the ear kidding.
saliva passes again and puts his hand around my waist, burying her face in my belly
.
"Okay, Pour over" I say gently without breaking the physical contact.
"Okay," I continue
bass and relaxing until you feel her body trembling against mine
.
is crying, not loud groans, are low sobs filled
distress. Her tears smell like old pains and sorrows, and I have a hunch
that should have been shed long ago. The mezzo
smoothly and it continues its catharsis, weak and trembling in my arms
. Point pulled his blanket and covers, making sure to wrap it well.
My arms and legs should be screaming for a break, but in a way
do not. It's as if my whole body was devoted to giving
entire refuge and comfort you need.
I bend down to kiss his cheek, feeling the salty moisture on my lips
. My fingers removed a lock of brown hair from his forehead, then travel
his face through his chin and neck, where I put my hand to caress your delicate skin
. He shudders slightly when touched and put his own
hand over mine. Tired
suddenly Mulder breathes deeply and slowly tears
stop. Quickly move your hand toward your face, but I stop. "Let me do
"
rub her swollen eyes with the back of my index finger, wiping tears
remaining. Keep your eyes closed for a moment, then
take my hand and kisses her.
dangerously smile and my eyes begin to fill with tears. This time
realizes itself and stands leaning on his arm to clean
my tears.
"Come here" I say, helping to stop. It does, breathing deeply,
I change my site and hug him, guiding his head to my shoulder.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked kindly, patting his neck
. Sorry nod.
"Do you want a glass of water?"
"Still" answers in a hoarse whisper. "Just hold me a little longer, yeah?"
as whether you can deny something now. I put the blanket around her and I stronger
my embrace.
"Thank you, Dana"
Now call me Dana. Oh oh.
"In all, Fox"
"No. .." begin to say, but then stops with a giggle. "You know, that
matter. You can call me anytime. We've won it."
"Thank you Fox! Is an honor!" kidding.
"Do not abuse, right?"
remain on the couch a little longer in silence, except for the
radio. The volume is really low, but I recognize the ballad, a hit
80s. "I'll be there for you, swear words"
singing along with the song.
"You will?" I hear you ask, rising to my eyes.
"What?"
"Being there for me?" says sheepishly.
I'm about to scold him for asking a question obvious, but I bite my tongue
. It's very emotional right now and may already know the answer, but you need to listen
say it.
"Absolutely, Mulder," I say reassuring.
smiles and replace her head on my shoulder, releasing the breath that had been holding
.
"Nobody ever told me that, you know." I confess.
"Is that why you were crying?"
dare to ask me "You said you not ask"
"I know, sorry. I just do not want you to think I do not want to hear"
remains silent for a few minutes.
"I do not know where to start. ... Some things are hard to say them to
me. Even you, "he says.
" Mulder's okay, I'm not demanding. I'm just saying that if
need to talk, I'm going to hear "
" Someday I'll tell you, Scully. But there are some things I have to fix myself first
"
" I understand. I can wait "
" Scully? "
" Yes? "
" Would you stay with me tonight? "Please?" That tonito
again. If you asked me to dance polka, I would.
"No plans to leave you alone Mulder. Also, I'm very tired and the idea of
use that comfortable bed that you never use is tempting
"Could ... sleep there too? I will behave well, I promise "claims
" Mulder ... "
I look back with bowed head and an air of loneliness and desolation
that breaks my heart.
" I'm so tired Scully, you do not have to worry "smile,
only his voice betrays the sadness behind those words.
"Okay, Mulder. But be warned: I snore "joke.
" No, I do "replies with a grin." I would have
Account
I notice the hint and pretend frowning, but say nothing.
We are lying in bed, staring into the darkness.
I left my side, and the right, with our hands folded in medium.
"Do you ever felt like you do, Scully?" I asked.
"So what?"
"Como .. you're tired of living and do not want to sleep because you fear
not find any good reason to get up in the morning," explains
me as something as mundane as a stomach ache.
Is this as normal for him?
"Mulder, are you so often?"
"Yes, but before you say I know you'll say, let me say something.
I know. It is commonly known as depression, stress disorder Post Traumatic
in my case. It is about things that happened to me
long ago. I endured this for years, I can handle. "
squeeze his hand under the blankets, thinking of the scars on his body
, and even though I told him he would hear whatever
had to say, I have the impression that there much pain and suffering in their past.
"You're much stronger than what you yourself believe, Mulder," I say sincerely
.
"How can you say that after seeing me crying like a baby?" I asked innocently
, and for some reason, that bothers me.
"Mulder, you know that it is not. Do not cry because you had hurt a finger
or because mommy will not let you watch your TV show Favorite "I say abruptly
.
" It's just ... I do not feel so strong lately.
does not take much to lose control, keep things under control. "
says this with gritted teeth.
" Maybe it's because you're reaching your limit to 'cope'
things, like you it said, and it's time to let it out "I suggest.
Now it's your turn to say things abruptly.
" Do not act like a psychologist with me, Scully, please not stand it. The
psychologists do not have the slightest idea. As if it were that easy "God
. Who did this to Mulder? Who could have hurt both?
"Mulder, come here I come and I put my arms around him.
begins to mourn again. "I'm sorry honey, I did not upset you"
hug while I caress your back trying to calm him, but
after approximately twenty minutes before it starts to calm down.
"Okay, Mulder. Quiet now, try to calm down" injected
His red eyes glow in the dim light that shines in the
room.
As soon begins to breathe normally speaks.
"I know I'm fucked up, Scully. Just wanted to know if people feel
normal and once in a while."
The pure loneliness and pain, tacit in his words, risk
overwhelming and my defenses are low.
"There are normal people, Mulder," I say trying to evade
question, but does not believe it.
"You know what I mean" insists
deep breath. "I think at some point we all want to send everything to
fly"
"You just happened?"
"I think that has happened, yes
" Who do you cry, Scully? " I asked softly.
Your question takes me by surprise and forces me to confront a subject that I do not feel comfortable
. But that's him trying to play psychologist with
Mulder. Yes I know your game!
"With my mom, usually" I reply with some resignation.
was about to add Melissa, but I control myself. Definitely not a good idea to mention
missing sisters for quite some time now.
"Lucky" sighs
Before you can help it, tears start to fall from my eyes.
"Listen to me, Mulder.'re Not alone. You are not alone. You come to me every time you need
"
"I know Dana. Maybe that's why I feel this way lately.
Now I can let go because I know you there "
Oh God, how can this man be so sweet.
"That's companion.'ll Be here. Now try to sleep, you're tired," you say
as I kiss her temple.
"Yes .." says almost asleep. And then, more awake "Dana?"
"Yes?"
"you would go ... you would go to me the next time you need someone to
mourn?" I asked hopefully, her hands pressed lightly the
mine.
"Yes, Fox, I will. After all, if you have your own doctor, I can have my own psychologist
not it?"
laughs.
"Thank you" whisper down my hair with his hand. Three seconds after
is fast asleep, still in my arms.
I see him sleeping.
"Good night, love whisper.
I look one last time before surrendering to sleep.
I listened.
is smiling. FIN
This was the first thing I wrote and is also one of my favorites.
was written long ago and I still reread every few years to polish
. I've also written a sequel called "A Room
dark"
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