TITLE: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: Donnilee@snet.net WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR CLASSIFICATION: PWP, VIGNETTE, POST-EP (COLONY). SPOILERS: COLONY, END GAME SUMMARY: Mulder has a dream while waiting to be contacted by the bounty hunter. NOTE: Some dialogue is taken straight from this episode. No copyright infringement intended. I have taken the liberty of adding a little nap to the end of the episode and before End Game begins. NOTE: This was not beta read. Any errors herein are mine and mine alone. FANDOMONIUM FIC CHALLENGE SITE: http://fandofanfiction.xffics.com/ DISCLAIMER: All characters used from the show, The X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement intended. No money made here. XXXXXXXXXX VACATION VILLAGE MOTORLODGE GERMANTOWN, MARYLAND "There's no sign of a break-in. She wouldn't have just let him in," I insisted. "She might not have known who he was. She might have thought it was you," Samantha replied. "He's going to contact you. He's going to say he wants to make a trade, your partner's life for mine." "Why, why does he want to kill you?" "Because I know how to kill him," she replied calmly. "How?" "By piercing the base of his skull." "That would kill anybody." "Yes, but this is the only way to kill him and it must be precise. I'm fairly sure it'll work." "Fairly sure?" I asked incredulously. "He's got powers I've never seen before. If it doesn't work, there's a chance you could die." "From what?" "Their blood is toxic, human exposure to it is fatal. I know this must seem incredible to you," she added. "No, no, no, no, no, that's just it. It doesn't seem incredible at all. Now, how do we find him? "We don't. He'll find us." XXXXXXXXXX FOX MULDER'S APARTMENT 42 HEGAL PLACE ALEXANDRIA, VA "What do we do now?" I asked. "We wait," Samantha replied. "Wait? I can't wait here doing nothing!" "The bounty hunter will contact us, Fox. I guarantee it. It's me he wants." I looked at the ground, trying to get a handle on my sense of total frustration and helplessness. I'd failed her again. I hadn't been here when she needed me. Granted, finding Samantha at my home had been a shock. Still, I was realizing that with all this talk of clones, I wasn't convinced that this was the real Samantha. "He'll contact us," she repeated. "If the son-of-a-bitch contacts us, he'll try here first." "Most likely. Although I'm sure he has your cell phone number as well." "How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously, and immediately regretted it. She sighed. "Because they do their homework, Fox." "You said this bounty hunter is destroying clones?" "Yes." "Then why would he want you? You can't be the only one that knows how to kill him." The import of my question hit her. I watched it transform her face from one of worry to one of hurt. "I'm one of the sources, Fox. If they destroy me, there is no more source. The doctors weren't the only ones cloned." "You were cloned." "You know that," she said simply. "How do I know you're the real thing?" I asked. The silence stretched for so long that I didn't think she was going to answer. Finally, she said, "You don't. You have to trust me." I huffed out a breath of disbelief. "I know you have no reason to. I don't know what to tell you. I know who I am. I know I'm the real Samantha." "If we can't do anything, let's check in." "All right," she said docilely. I'd hurt her with my suspicious questions. I knew that. I couldn't worry about it right now. I was surprised to realize that finding Scully was more important to me right now than reestablishing my relationship with my long lost sister. That was a revelation. It just brought home to me how much Scully had come to mean to me. I was in love with her, totally, irrevocably in love with her. I'd lost count of the times that I'd vowed to tell her how I felt and then chickened out. Now, here I was again, faced with the possibility of losing her, of her dying without ever knowing how I felt. Once more, I made a vow to tell her if I were able to get her back this time. If Scully didn't make it, I would have no reason to go on. Samantha was found, if she were to be believed. The whole basis of my life's work was gone. What was the point? I wondered. What was the point to any of it if I couldn't share it with Scully? "I'm gonna lay down for a bit, I'm exhausted." I trudged into my bedroom with a heavy heart. "I'll keep watch," she said softly. XXXXXXXXXX What I really wanted to do was think. To my surprise, I did fall asleep and I had a dream as well. Like many before it was lurid. I knew I was dreaming and had no desire to wake up. I was gazing at her cute, little ass. It looked like a meal and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to feast on her. She was wiggling her delicacy in front of me, teasing. I grabbed her hips and positioned myself at her leaking folds. I entered her in one swift plunge and groaned, reveling in the sounds of arousal that poured from the back of her throat, low and sultry. I felt the ache begin deep in my loins and the heat built up as I stroked into her, watching her hair sway across the milky skin of her shoulders. I watched my rigid flesh saw back and forth and disappear between the cheeks of her ass, burying itself deep in her canal. Her muscles hugged me, rippling with her orgasm. She shouted my name. "Mulder!" Not Fox, Mulder. I was Mulder to her and she was Scully to me. My dick couldn't take the sensory overload and I pulsed with release. The tender head of my cock spasmed as I ejaculated, feeling my testicles pump her full of hot seed. I collapsed onto her back as she lowered herself to the bed. Whispering in her ear, I told her, "I love you, Scully." "Mmm, I love you too," she responded. In my dreams, she always loved me back. I was startled awake by a knock on the door. Shit, I had a hard-on. It deflated rapidly as I hurried to the door. It was Skinner. After we determined that it wasn't the bounty hunter, I relaxed. Just then, the phone rang. I leaped toward it and snatched it off the table. XXXXXXXXXX "Hello." Her voice, soft and frightened floated into my ear. "Mulder, it's me." "Scully, where are you?" "I don't know, I'm, I'm in a telephone booth," she answered tentatively. There was a long pause and then she said, "He's got my gun, Mulder. He says he's going to kill me if you don't give him what he wants." "Well, what does he want?" "A woman who's with you. He says you'll know what I'm talking about." "All right, tell him we'll negotiate." "He doesn't want to negotiate. He says he wants to make a trade." "All right, let me speak to him." "He wants you to be at Memorial Bridge at Bethesda in one hour." "Scully, I need time, I need more time than that." "Mulder." The phone went dead. No more choices now. We had to go. Little did I know that in about an hour, I was going to make the most important decision of my entire life. THE END.