Title: Down Here
Author: Revved Up Female
E-mail: chibiu_reenie@yahoo.com
Distribution Statement: Not mine, theirs. Got it? 
I don't own them. 
Genres: Finished.
Relationships: MSR
Rating: PG13, None-explicet sexual content.
Spoilers: S8, This Is Not Happening, DeadAlive.
Summary: Mulder's thoughts while buried alive.
Disclaimer: I have no money. I have no job. They're 
not mine.
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Down Here
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I tried to tell her, when she saw me in that motel 
room, with a phenomenon called bilocation, I 
tried to call her, but the aliens took my phone, 
they wouldn't let me. I tried to love her,  before 
they took me.


I gave her everything. I shoved her away out 
of fear of falling for her. I remember holding her 
in my hotel room seven years ago, I remember 
the day she told me she had cancer, and how it 
killed me inside.


And now, that I'm buried seven feet 
underground, next to my dead mother, father, 
and empty grave of my sister; I try to think of 
something as I'm slowly being eaten alive. But 
I'm not. I try to convince my consciousness to 
die, but I can't. Because: I'm. Not. Dead.


But my body is. My mind isn't, but my body is. 
I'm plagued with the fantasies of Scully finding 
me, reviving my dead body. The memories of 
the first and last time we were together, 
sexually, and all the times in-between. The way 
her lips would travel over my body, kissing, 
stroking, caressing in the most intimate of ways. 
I remember all those times we argued, laughing 
at each other and ourselves. 


She's a believer now, she told me the night in 
Oregon, while we snuggled and shared stolen 
kisses. I knew she was pregnant, I believed that 
by leaving, that moment infront of the force 
field, that I would be protecting our unborn 
child and my future wife. That when I got back 
home, I'd give her that engagement ring that's 
been collecting dust since we found those men 
dead in the airfield.


I never loved Diana Fowley as I love Dana 
Scully. I never felt the openness that I do with 
Scully every time we made love, talked, or 
argued. I never watched Caddyshack with 
Diana, or Phoebe, who laughed at me when I 
told her what I believed had happened to my 
sister.


Scully is different from any woman I 
know/knew. I need to believe that someone will 
rescue me. I'm not in Starlight, Scully. I'm not. 
I'm here, seven feet underground, scared to 
death. HAH! Or near it.


I wish I were with her, in her warm bed, 
wrapped around her body, discussing my 'wild 
theories' about some case. Or discussing what 
we're going to have for breakfast that next 
morning. 


I remember the look on her face when I told her 
I loved her, the second time, when she was sure 
I wasn't doped up. I was hovering above her, 
after tackling her when she grabbed the porno 
magazine I was looking at before heading to 
full-fill her favor at her doctors office.  I had 
looked her in the face, and whispered, 'I love 
you,' she grinned widely and responded with, 'I 
love you so much, so much.' It was one of the 
greatest days in my life.


Our first time was after she told me about her 
old flame, Daniel, if you can count one night as 
a time- we actually filled that certain night with 
two different times. The third? was only a 
month later, the night she told me that the 
invitro had failed.  I made love to her slowly, 
letting her know that I hurt also. That I wanted 
the child that would not be born.


The last time was the morning Skinner and I left 
for Oregon. She held me for an hour afterwards, 
before I got up and told her I was going. She 
nodded her head and hugged me again, I kissed 
her, telling her that I would be back the next 
day.


I remember hearing her crying when she found 
me, the sound still resonates in my ears. I MISS 
HER. I miss my love. I want to see my child 
before they're born! I miss my love. So much, 
that I've forgotten how long I've been here just 
thinking about her. It could have been a 
thousand years, and I still don't know.


What is that? I hear the earth moving. ABOVE 
my grave. I always feel it moving around me. 
It's something I've come to be in-tune with. I can 
hear Skinner's voice. Now I'm going crazy. But I 
believe I can hear it, just above me. They're 
raising my grave up. YES! I'm out! 


Maybe Scully, my lovely, beautiful Scully, will 
find a way to save me. As she always has. 
Maybe I'll be able to see the birth of my 
daughter.
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Down Here
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Bilocation: The appearance of an individual in two places simultaneously. 
From: http://www.themystica.com/mystica/articles/b/bilocation.html

Authors Notes:
More information about bilocation can be found 
here: http://www.themystica.com/themystica.html