Chapter Five - Dreams and More Dreams 
 
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"I'm sorry Mulder. I just don't feel the same way you do." Her blue eyes 
were soft with concern. Mulder stumbled backward a few paces, literally 
knocked off balance by her response to his declaration. 
 
"You...you stayed with me!" he spluttered in shock. "Through all the shit 
you went through because of it, because of me, yet you still stayed!" 
 
"Mulder." Now she sounded exasperated. "I thought the work was 
worthwhile. At first I just stayed because I was assigned, but more and 
more I got caught up in your passion. The work we're doing together is 
important." 
 
He sank down on his couch and covered his face with his hands. They had 
found Samantha's fate - Death. Now he knew, and believed that Scully 
could help him deal with both the crushing sorrow and the strange 
lightness he felt with the release of his burden. Mulder revealed to her 
that he was in love with her and wanted to spend the rest of his life 
with her. *This* was her response? 
 
Her tone became softer. "You are my best friend. Of course I love you 
Mulder, just not in the way you hoped. We're so close, I don't even...I 
don't even think of you as a man in that way anymore." 
 
Great. Fucking great. Now he was a eunuch. How could this situation 
possibly be salvaged? A lightbulb went on over his head. 
 
"You asked me for a child Scully," the shamed man pointed out from 
behind 
his fingers. There was no way he could look at her. Not after that last 
statement. 
 
"Yeah." There was a rustle as she sat down next to her partner of seven 
years. "Who else could I ask? You have all the qualities I treasure in a 
person, and you'd have made a great role model for a child." 
 
It kept getting worse and worse. A great throbbing ache started in Mulder 
as he began to realize the implications of this conversation. 
Embarrassment was just the tip of the iceberg. He would have to spend his 
life alone. Scully would soon leave as it became apparent just how 
lovestruck Mulder was for her. She would want to spare him the agony of 
an unrequited love, figuring he would get over her if she was absent. She 
was dead wrong. Never would he forget her. Always would he love her 
from 
the bottom of his heart, from the depths of his soul, with every ounce of 
that passion she was so damn impressed with. 
 
"Scully!" he cried out miserably. Mulder was a bitter old man alone in 
his bed, dreaming of a love that had never been, pining desperately for a 
woman who was long gone. 
 
Then he felt her cool hands on his brow, and heard her anxious voice 
calling his name. His *first* name. Had the agony of rejection been the 
dream after all? 
 
Slowly his eyes opened to see her sleepy face close to his own. It was 
dark. They lay together in bed. It *had* been a dream. 
 
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Mulder put his arms around Scully with a relieved gasp. So tightly did he 
cling that she almost couldn't breathe. She let him, knowing he needed 
the contact after his nightmare. 
 
"Tell me," she whispered, slowly stroking a hand through his thick hair. 
He felt the touch all the way to his heart. Her hands had always healed 
him of the most terrible pain. 
 
"You didn't love me," he mumbled. "You wanted to be friends, but I 
couldn't give you up. You left me to get away, and I died all alone." 
 
Now Scully tightened her arms around him and let tears fall with his. 
Will slept on in his cradle by their feet, blissfully unaware. 
 
"Never!" she whispered fiercely. "Never was there a time I didn't love 
you and want you in my life. You'd have to do something awful to ever 
get 
rid of me." 
 
Mulder pressed his lips against her neck in an open-mouthed kiss of need. 
"Make love with me then. I need to feel you, I need to feel your love 
with my body." 
 
Her answer was to unbutton her pajamas for him to reach inside. He 
groaned, low and deep in his throat, and slipped his boxers off. He 
kissed her again and again, deeply and tenderly, trying to show her his 
love with just his mouth. Scully felt herself drowning in him as his 
tongue moved languidly against hers. 
 
She reached down and felt his full member with her fingers. He threw his 
head back in pleasure. He undressed her so hurriedly that her seams 
ripped, but she was more than ready for him. All it took for her to be 
ready was for him to want her, to touch and kiss her with his need 
evident. 
 
"Scully I love you so much! I can't live without you!" Mulder cried 
urgently as he filled her. 
 
"Mulder! Oh Mulder!" she whimpered. The surges drove her out of her 
body. 
She gripped his arms tightly and let her sounds reveal her pleasure to 
him. It was over quickly. He pressed into her a few times more, still 
with his head thrown back. He made little noise as he came, only a few 
gasping grunts. 
 
Afterward, he was anxious to be held, to be cuddled in her arms. Scully 
stroked his back until he was still and quiet. She breathed in his 
comforting smell until she succumbed once again to her tiredness. This 
time, it was she who dreamed. 
 
 
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She couldn't move; bound by chemical restraints, lying in a silky bed 
that nonetheless felt hard and unyielding. Her skin was so sensitized she 
could feel the lightest feather touch. Every sound was magnified a 
hundred times. She could have heard a fly walking on the wall, if there 
was one. 
 
Hands reverently unbuttoned her blouse and eased her slacks off. She 
smelled stale smoke sunk into wrinkled skin and panicked. She could not 
fight him! It was then that he spoke to her, in a rough whisper so as not 
to abrade her ears. 
 
"I sincerely hope this works Dana. The serum developed from the little 
knowledge we have of this science is known to heal human ills. But does 
having no ova count as a human ill? Only time will tell." 
 
She felt a needle prick high up on her left arm. Inside, the part of her 
that was still Agent Scully instead of this soft, compliant Dana screamed 
and railed and looked for her gun. Smoking Man continued. 
 
"I admit to feeling a little shocked when this idea came to me. It was 
staring us in the face for years and now, well, now it's too late for the 
rest of my compatriots. But Dana, I know you'll believe me when I tell 
you that I always had the good of mankind at heart. I've done terrible 
things to get where I am, but the long term effects for everyone will be 
beneficial." 
 
He gently rolled her over to finish undressing her. She heard him draw in 
a breath as her skin was finally fully revealed to him. "My son is a 
lucky man." 
 
Her hair was gently swept aside. "I wonder how long it will take for you 
to give yourself to him? I know it's inevitable. I saw that rebellious 
look in your eyes when I said you wouldn't let yourself love Mulder. You 
really do love him don't you?" 
 
She felt a stab of pain in the back of her neck, then a pulling sensation 
that hurt worse than the needle prick earlier. "There we go. Mulder will 
be relieved to know you're rid of this chip...if he ever learns of it. 
Can't have it interfering with your body's natural regeneration." An evil 
chuckle filled her sensitive ears and a tiny flinch broke through her 
paralysis.  
 
He continued, "Don't worry about your cancer returning. It won't. The 
serum will work with your body to eradicate all traces of the disease. It 
will be as if you never were sick at all."  
 
The evil man that had killed many in his defense of the Project tenderly 
redressed her in her silk pajamas. "There now Dana. Rest. You have much 
to do, you're the new Eve." 
 
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Dana Scully slowly opened her eyes to the darkness of her bedroom. 
Mulder 
stretched out loose limbed beside her, breathing deeply. Her son was 
crying. As she gathered him into her arms, the foreboding threatened to 
overwhelm her. "I remember now," she whispered into the silence.