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Date: October 10, 2001
Subject: Dreams [1/1] by Gen
Source: direct
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Title - Dreams
Author - Gen
Email - [email protected]
Rating - PG
Rating Note - A little sad, some child abuse
Classification - MA - Mulder/Angst (A teeny, tiny bit)
Spoilers - Demons
Summary - Kris awakens in the middle of the night and learns something more about Mulder
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Archive - Anywhere, just keep my name on it. (And if you think it's good enough for Gossamer, by all means archive it!!)
Author's Note - This fic came together in one of my writing fits. I liked the angle, since I haven't read anything else like this. It also comes from an experience I had, which was not very pleasant. There's an alternate version, which is based on this one, but I changed a few things so people don't get sick of Kris:)
Disclaimer - The X-Files and Mulder don't belong to me, (Darn!!) they belong to Twentieth Century Fox and Ten Thirteen Productions (and the nazi CC) but the other characters are mine. Don't sue me, this is just a small homage to my favorite TV series. (You won't get much if you do)
"Are you ok?" She approached the little boy who sat in the middle of the floor, rocking back and forth slightly. "What's wrong? It's ok, I won't hurt you." He looked up at her. There was something eerily familiar about the look in his hazel eyes. She guessed he was probably only twelve, twelve and a half, but his eyes looked tired, like they belonged to a man at the end of his life.
She came closer, kneeling down, seeing the tears on his cheeks. His eyes followed her every move, but he looked as though he trusted her. She reached out, touching his shoulder blade only to have him jump and hiss in pain. She pulled back her hand quickly. Then she saw the blood. He had a gash there, as though he were hit with a belt. "He did this, didn't he? Your father?" The boy nodded solemnly, looking down at the floor as if ashamed.
Suddenly she heard a sob....
Kris jerked awake. It was a dream. But what did it mean? She looked over to the bed were Mulder slept, and her heart ached for him. He was having nightmares again, curled up into a fetal position with the blankets throw off of him. He was probably dreaming about the night his life changed forever.
The night she was taken from him....
That man, that so called doctor who had injected him with..... whatever it was, instead of helping him, brought up even more painful memories. New nightmares....
She walked over to him, then pulled the blankets over his bare back and gasped. There, on his shoulder blade was a scar. Faded, it looked so much smaller on his wide, adult back. Now she knew. "No. Please. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he muttered in his sleep. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart now breaking. She remembered her own scars, her own suffering. From a man who claimed to be her father. No real father would ever steal the innocence of their child that way. How could his father do this to him? Such a sweet and intelligent child? "I tried! I couldn't stop them! I didn't want them to take her!" "Fox," she whispered gently into his ear. "Wake up. It's ok." His eyes snapped open, tears filling them, looking exactly like the frightened boy in her dream.
"It's ok. You're safe." He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I couldn't stop them..." he said in a choked whisper. "It wasn't your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself." She held him close, comforting him. After a long silence, his voice came through. "Thank you." "For what?" "For understanding me. For being my friend" "You're welcome." she replied softly.
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Yes, I know, quite depressing, but I was in a depressed mood. So DEAL with it! :::snicker:::