From: K@tie at DKScully@juno.com Category: MSR Date: May 6th 1997 Summary: After a bad nightmare, Mulder goes to Scully for moral support. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and Samantha aren't mine, they belong to CC, 1013, and FOX. Author's Note: After racking my brain for a good writing topic, I've decided to go simple, and use a basic idea that's been around forever, nightmares. This story is dedicated to my good friend Shari, who is in love. Lucky you! Hope y'all enjoy and tell me what you think! Sweet Dreams A pounding filled his ears. He guessed it was his heartbeat whamming louder and louder as his whole being was filled with fear. From behind a shadow covered him, and he spun in fright to face this form. He soon found that this shadow was coming from above him, as he watched his sister being taken into a bright light. Her small body elevated, and then was pulled to the light in horror. She called for him over and over for help, but his body was still. He was paralyzed. He screamed for her, reached out for her, but he couldn't move. Tears streamed down his now dark hazel eyes as the scene changed to another setting that he remembered all too well. He heard screams again, but they weren't Sam's. He squinted toward the screams, and all of a sudden, it was clear. Scully was being lifted into the light. She also was crying out for him, and this time he found that he could run. His legs were pumping faster and faster. Just as he got there, and reached for her, she disappeared into the night sky. He fell to his knees sobbing. In the next second, he sat up on his couch with a start. He wiped the cold sweat off his face, and breathed deeply as his heart began to slow. This was the seventh time this week that he had that nightmare, and he couldn't stand it any longer. An impatient beating woke Dana from her slumber as she realized someone was at her door. She slid like a cat from her bed, and carefully picked up her gun as she made her way to the door. "Who is it?" "It's me." She peered through the peek hole, and saw that it was indeed a restless Mulder. She sighed as the tension left her, and set her gun down. After unlocking the door, she opened it to find a nervous Mulder starring back at her. "Are you okay, Mulder?" She asked, fear spreading through her stomach. "I'm fine, can I come in?" She looked at him oddly, but moved away, and went to put a pot of coffee on. He closed the door behind him, and locked it. Mulder watched her back for a moment, and then went to sit on her couch. After the machine clicked, she turned to join him. As she sat down, she looked him over, deciding if he was really okay. "What's up?" He suddenly felt the need to know that she was real, and hadn't left him after all. Mulder almost lunged forward, and embraced her tightly. Dana's eyes went wide in surprise as her arms hung in mid air about his waist for a moment. After getting over the initial shock, she held him, and comforted him. He gave her an extra hard squeeze before sitting back with tears threatening to flow at any given minute. She cupped her hand on his cheek. "Mulder? What's wrong?" For a second he looked at her longingly, then looked away long enough to regain his composure. "For about a week, I've been having these dreams, nightmares, really. I see Sam. I can't get to her. She's screaming, but I can't move." He swallowed hard, and then continued. "But I've always had those dreams. Now, it's not just Sam....it's you too." He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for a reaction. "Mulder, we've talked about this. You can't keep blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault. I'm here now, and I don't plan to leave anytime soon." She held his hand, and he squeezed it, somewhat reassured, and then nodded. "Come here," she said with her arms spread wide. He willingly fell into her embrace, and held onto her with a force he'd never felt before. They gently rocked back and forth as she dug her chin into that place in his neck that she knew would sooth him, and she whispered in his ear, "It's okay, I'm here," over and over until he settled. A sudden wave of sleepiness came over him. "Oh, Scully, I'm so tired." He whispered in her ear. She nodded, and laid him down on her couch. She stood, but he moaned. "Please. Stay." She looked at him peacefully, and whispered, "Okay." He turned on his side, and she nestled in as he slipped his arms around her waist like a teddy bear, holding her to him. With his face burried in her hair, he fell asleep to sweet dreams. The End! And that folks is my mushy lil version of one of Mulder's nightmares<G> Please send all comments to DKScully@juno.com Thanx for reading! K@tie