Twister Central 1
Dream Weaver (3)
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Double Helix
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Dream Weaver - with Storm
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Dream Weaver (2)
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Dream Weaver (3)
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Additional X-Files Fanfics
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She finally understood. Their fighting, their uncharacteristic behaviors, the unthinking responses, possibly even the Dream Weaver itself, all had been the machinations of Isaiah Crawford, whoever and whatever he was. She didn't know what were her own responses, what were Mulder's responses, and what were manipulations. Yet the creature had been forced to retreat when Mulder had cried out loud that he loved her. Her assessment had been right; love backed the thing away, and it might be the only thing that would ultimately save them. Mulder's body was wracked by tremors that echoed her own. He was as frightened and as battered as she was, yet he refused to let her go, even when he'd had ample proof that his strength was no match for an incorporeal enmity. When the creature assaulted her, Mulder had jumped to her defense without thought of any risk to himself. It was what he had always done. He put himself ahead of her. And that, she realized, was the ultimate love. She mouthed words remembered from Sunday School. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. She leaned up to kiss him, and gently but firmly pushed herself up. He protested automatically: she eluded his grasp, standing, her hand brushing quickly through his hair, a moment embedded in her heart. "I love you, Mulder," she whispered softly. Then she turned toward the spot where she could now see the nebulous figure. "Isaiah Crawford!" she yelled. "I'm here. You can have me, just leave Mulder alone!" The response was instantaneous and violent. Crawford's decimated frame snapped into existence, his eyes and mouth glowing from fire within. "NOOOOOO!" he shouted, the putrid stench reaching out in visible tendrils that curled through the air. Scully took a step forward, reaching out for the abomination. "I'm giving myself to you, Crawford. You can kill me, just let Mulder go." Crawford staggered back, howling in agony, and the glow within him grew brighter. Mulder was screaming out her name from behind her, unable to reach past an invisible barrier. He couldn't touch her, couldn't save her. But she could save him. Scully walked up to the cowering banshee. She leaned over to take the increasingly warped fingers into her own. She stared into the depths of eyes that were glowing embers. "I love him, Crawford. Take me. Kill me. Just leave my partner alone." She felt her life ebbing away when the aberration followed its unnatural appetites, its teeth sinking into her flesh. She felt the pain from a distance, watching it gnaw on her arm in a pitiful attempt to feed, and with each second, she watched it dissolve, molecule by molecule, the fire inside swallowing it up. In the end, Isaiah Crawford became a pile of dark ash on the soil. Within moments, the winds had carried off even the ash. Nothing remained but the Dream Weaver. The early morning brought them back to the cabin, only when they arrived, they saw nothing but the faint, half-buried rubble of what had once been a foundation. The carefully cultivated rose garden had given way to a wild tumble of roses, thick brambles loosened to their freedoms. Mulder couldn't bring himself to speak. Even he wasn't sure how much to believe this time, how much was truth and how much was dream, or if there was a difference. He wouldn't let go of Scully's hand for anything. Only the Dream Weaver and the damage to her forearm remained to attest to their experiences. They walked silently through the wild garden, where now they could plainly see evidence of old graves. The keeper had been removed, and the souls were at last freed to seek final rest. He held out the Dream Weaver, allowing its engraved side to lie flat against his palm. And while he and Scully watched, the stone shifted and changed, becoming a single red bloom, a perfect rose, its petals unfolding and curling back at advanced speed. Within moments, each of hundreds of petals had been borne away on the winds. He heard the voices again, but there were no cries of anguish, no begging for vengeance. The myriad whispers repeated their two word chant, again and again, in echo that breathed through the treetops. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... The sirens were silent when an hour later the search team arrived. The rescuers found the two agents in deep shock, huddled together in their useless rental car. When Scully was next really aware of what was going on around her, she was in a hospital bed and AD Skinner was by her side. She blinked in the dim light coming through the heavy blinds on the windows of her private room. "Mulder?" she said, touching his hand and leaning forward. He looked over at her crystal-clear blue eyes seeking his. "I know that it was real." He nodded, because he couldnt speak. She leaned back in her seat and clasped her hands in her lap. "I can't help but think about it, Mulder." A beat went by and then he said, "I've been thinking about it, too." Her head swung round to look at him, the look in his eyes sending a warmth spreading from her tingling brain down to her toes nestled in her navy shoes. "You have?" she asked weakly, and he smiled again, his hazel eyes twinkling. "Every minute I've been conscious", he said, and she suddenly smiled brightly back at him. "So you don't regret it?" Slowly he shook his head. "Of course not, Scully." He reached for her hand. "It was.. it was..." Her eyes were glued to his mouth. God, she wanted him. "It was wonderful!" She knew that he meant it, and she nodded her head slightly as her eyes remained glued to those lips. Her own parted. "Yeah," she managed, it really was. The flight attendant announced their imminent landing on the loud speaker and Scully jumped in her seat. Her mind was repeating They didn't share a cab home, as they lived in opposite directions from the airport, so Mulder and Scully said goodbye at the airport. They were to report bright and early the next morning to Skinners office. Scully got into the waiting taxi and waggled her fingers at Mulder, who stood at the curb. He waved back, and smiled. His eyes held hers until her cab drove away. Scully looked at her watch. 3 p.m. When they pulled up to her apartment building, she paid the driver and got out, hauling her duffel bag to the sidewalk. She stood staring at the door for a moment, and then forced herself to get moving. She entered her living room, taking in the smell and feel of it happily. She was glad to be home. The normalcy threatened to erase the events from the last week from her mind as she unpacked her clothes and fixed a snack, but she held on to the memory of Mulder above her, hovering, his face a study in ecstasy and love. Several times she found that she had stopped what she was doing and was staring into space, her mouth dry and her panties damp with need. When she almost chopped her finger off while cutting vegetables for a salad, Scully stopped and put the knife down. She had bathed and thought of Mulder, straightened her bedroom and thought of Mulder, called her mother 'Mulder' on the phone, and now fixed dinner with him on her mind. This was not getting her anywhere. Her eyes wandered to the phone on the wall of her kitchen. They'd just spent a horrific week together out in the woods from hell couldn't she wait until tomorrow morning to talk to him? She stared at the phone so long that her vision blurred. When it rang, she almost wet her pants. Shakily, she lifted the receiver. "Hello?" "Hi." His voice was heavenly music to her ears. She smiled. "Hi there." Im a giddy schoolgirl, she admonished herself, resisting the urge to pick up the pen and shopping list beside her and draw little hearts and flowers. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm making something to eat. You?" "I'm lying on my couch staring at a crack in the ceiling." "Oh. Are you thinking about anything in particular?" There was a heavy silence. "I dont know if I can be as honest as you were about that, Scully." He finally said, and she smiled. "Try hard." She heard him take a breath and then let it out. A strangled word came out and then he laughed. "I wouldn't want to scare you." "You can't scare me, Mulder. Were you thinking of a flukeman?" she teased. "Nuh uh. Not even close." His voice was low and throaty, tickling her senses and causing her to sit down on the kitchen chair a little too hard. "A case? Basketball?" she searched her mind, "Skinner?" Now Mulder really laughed. "Not hardly, Scully. I was thinking of you." She licked her lips, jumping up to get a glass of water for her parched throat. "Yeah. I was thinking of how you looked." "Uh huh?" Scully drank the water down in one smooth motion. "How you looked, uh.." "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "Spit it out." "I was thinking, Dana Scully, how you looked trapped beneath me, waves of pleasure moving through you, and how I felt, how it felt to thrust inside of you like that, knowing I was making you say those things.." "Those things?" Scully could barely get the words out, and they sounded foreign and embedded with longing to her ears. "What did I say, Mulder? Tell me." Mulder's voice had taken on a seductive monotone as he relayed her frenzied cries to her burning ears. "Oh my God, Mulder, you're all I've ever wanted. Deeper, please, just dont stop!" Scully took a deep breath and after a silence punctuated only by their slightly loud breathing, she said, "Mulder?" He cleared his throat, "I'm here." "Well, get over here." She hung up and shakily walked to her bedroom, looking for her best lingerie. When she'd changed, she went back to the kitchen, taking two wine glasses out of the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. Her heart was thumping so loudly in her chest that she thought it would explode out of her and bounce away. When Mulder had said those words to her in that voice, she thought she'd climax on the spot. There was absolutely nothing she wanted more than to be in his arms, and she wished to God that he'd hurry up and get there. She turned and stared at her front door, willing the knock to come. Moving toward it, she pulled it open and looked out into the hall. Seconds ticked by and she walked down the hall in her stocking feet, her steps slow and measured. A light rain had begun, and she heard it splattering against the windowpane in the hall. She came to the door and peered out. Her pulse was thrumming, her senses alert. She swallowed and watched. Souls soar in freedom, rest now assured Curse turns to blessing and darkness be day All that is evil can never prevail When dreamers let hearts lead the way. ==================================== fini | ||||