Title:  I Have Dreamed (1 of 1)
By:  Tess
E-mail:  tnv099@aol.com
Distribution:  Please let me know first
Spoilers:  Post-ep DeadAlive
Rating:  PG-13
Content:  SAR
Keywords:  MSR
Disclaimer:  I don't now, nor have I ever claimed to 
own or make a profit from any of the characters that 
obviously are the sole property of 1013 and Fox.  As 
for the song lyrics, well they belong to the amazing 
Rodgers and Hammerstein and I use them simply for 
inspiration.

Summary:  Where is the line between dreams and reality?

Special thanks to the gang at IWTB for welcoming me 
with open arms and as always, to Aly for giving my 
stories a home.  This one is for Char.  Working so 
closely with her over these past few months has taught 
me so much.  She can take a good scene and make it 
great with just a flick of the wrist... I'm still 
learning.  Char, you are the best!

Authors Notes:  This is number eleven in a series of 
stories written using the songs of Rodgers and 
Hammerstein for inspiration.  For those of you 
unfamiliar with this series, the stories are not 
traditional songfic in that the song is not a part of 
the actual story, but merely used as a prelude to set 
the tone.

********** 


Alone and awake I looked at the stars
The same that smiled on you
And time and again I thought all the things
That you were thinking too

I have dreamed that your arms are lovely
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be
I have dreamed every word you'd whisper
When you're close, close to me
How you'd look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you
I will love being loved by you

     I Have Dreamed - Rodgers and Hammerstein - The 
         King and I


I Have Dreamed
By:  Tess

No amount of pleading, cajoling or reason could force 
her to leave my hospital room. I tried pleading; 
promising to still be here when she returned. She 
simply shook her head and continued to stroke her hand 
over mine. Skinner attempted to coax her out of the 
room with the temptation of a delicious meal - she 
asked him to bring her something from the cafeteria. 
Her new partner - her interim partner, that is - tried 
to be the voice of logic, calling on her natural 
instincts as a mother to provide rest and sustenance to 
the child growing in her womb. She simply burrowed 
deeper into the vinyl chair and thanked him for his 
concern. 

In the end it took a force more powerful than the three 
of us combined to effectively pry Scully out of the 
chair and out of my room. On the second day after I 
awakened to find her daughter hovering tearfully over 
me, Margaret Scully swept into the room. She greeted 
Skinner and Doggett, warmly thanking them for their 
help in bringing me back safely as she bent over my 
bed, engulfing me in her warm embrace and a delicate 
cloud of perfume. Her soft blue eyes sparkled as she 
whispered low words of happiness and disbelief at 
seeing me alive and more or less whole and healthy. The 
sparkle turned to a glint of determination as she 
lifted her head to turn toward Scully, her maternal 
gaze taking quick note of the slumped posture and dark 
smudges under her daughter's eyes.

Tugging the strap of her purse securely over her 
shoulder, she marched across the room to loom over 
Scully.

"Let's go," she ordered firmly. Scully refused to meet 
her mother's eyes and stubbornly shook her head. I 
watched in fascination as a battle of wills was played 
out before my eyes. Mrs. Scully merely crossed her arms 
over her chest and stared, waiting for her daughter to 
lift her head and meet her gaze. I saw Scully's lips 
move silently as she muttered something under her 
breath before she lifted defiant eyes upward. One look 
at the steely-eyed determination on her mother's face, 
however, had Scully heaving herself out of the chair 
and she meekly allowed her mother to lead her across 
the room. Just before leaving, she turned her face 
toward me.

"Don't go anywhere," she said softly. I smiled and 
promised to stay put. She returned my smile with a 
tremulous one of her own before reluctantly letting her 
mother tug her through the door. 

Skinner and Doggett were apparently as fascinated as I 
at Mrs. Scully's skillful handling of her stubborn 
daughter as they dumbly stared at the door swinging 
closed behind the two women. They glanced at each other 
and then turned astonished eyes toward me.

"I've got to learn how she does that," I said, 
admiration for Mrs. Scully evident in my voice. 

********* 

I was unable to keep my promise to Scully. Shortly 
after her mother had bullied her out of the room, one 
of the nurses bustled in to tell me that I was being 
taken downstairs for some more tests. The doctor wanted 
another CAT-scan and since I was anxious to be released 
from the hospital I pushed down an instinctive terror 
at the prospect of more tests and agreed. Skinner and 
Doggett fell into step alongside my wheelchair as an 
orderly pushed me along the hall toward the elevators. 
In Skinner's eyes I read a grim determination not to 
let me out of his sight this time. I'm pretty sure that 
Doggett went along because he was afraid Scully would 
skin him alive if he let anything happen to me.

We returned to the room an hour later to find Scully 
curled up in my bed while her mother sat guard in the 
vinyl chair. 

"She refused to go home to sleep," Mrs. Scully told us 
in a low voice. "I was lucky to get some food into 
her," she admitted ruefully. "When we got back to the 
room, I practically had to sit on her to keep her from 
tearing the hospital apart to find you."


Glancing over her shoulder at her daughter, she turned 
back to us. "She's only been sleeping for about twenty 
minutes," she said softly. I nodded and pushed away 
from Skinner and Doggett to wheel my chair silently 
across the room. Content to sit next to the bed and 
watch her sleep, I was dimly aware of the others taking 
their leave. I nodded distractedly when Skinner 
promised that either he or Doggett would be staying 
close by. While I didn't think that I was in any 
danger, I worried that Scully and the baby might be and 
I was happy to accept any offer of assistance to keep 
them safe.

Finally, we were alone. She was curled on her side, her 
hands tucked under her cheek. Evening was falling and 
in the glow of the bedside lamp, she looked beautiful, 
her hair curling softly around her face, lashes 
trembling on the full curve of her cheeks. She looked 
like an angel - like the guardian angel who had come to 
me in my dreams. During the many months of my 
abduction, sleep had become my refuge. In slumber I had 
found peace and safety in the embrace of a red-haired 
angel. In my dreams I loved her and she loved me and in 
her arms I found a joy and happiness that I could not 
remember having known before as she whispered words of 
love and comfort in my ears. In my dreams, I could not 
see my angel's face, but in my waking hours, it was 
Scully's name I whimpered... it was Scully's strong 
arms I longed for.

I pushed out of my chair and moved to the bed on 
unsteady legs to lower the guardrail and settle on the 
mattress beside Scully; my eyes drank in their fill of 
her. She had kicked off her shoes and I noted the 
swollen ankles, so at odds with the trim, well-muscled 
calves of her legs which were exposed beneath the hem 
of the skirt that had slid up above her knees. Lying on 
her side as she was, her belly seemed even more rounded 
and full than it did when she was sitting beside me. 

My memory was faulty at best and the conception of this 
child was a mystery to me. I had no doubts that I was 
this baby's father, but memories of a sterile clinic, a 
plastic cup and a copy of Playboy were tangled up with 
hazy visions of soft, trembling lips skimming over my 
body and silken limbs wrapped around me -  and I 
wondered which was the truth. Had this amazing woman 
taken me into her arms, into her body or was I 
confusing reality with the misty images of rapture 
found in the arms of my angel?

I lifted my eyes from the swell of her stomach to fix 
on her face. Unable to resist, I stroked my hand over 
her hair, pushing back an auburn lock that had tumbled 
over her cheek, to caress the soft, rosy skin that had 
been hidden beneath. Scully stirred and my name broke 
over her lips on a trembling sigh as her head turned 
and she rolled onto her back. I leaned closer, 
whispering softly as I tried to lull her back to sleep. 
Her lashes fluttered softly and then she was peering at 
me with drowsy, blue eyes.

"Mulder," she whispered and her arms curled around my 
neck, tugging me close as she arched her back and 
stretched aching limbs. My eyes were locked on hers and 
I saw all remnants of sleep dissipate as she became 
aware of her surroundings and our close proximity to 
one another. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and 
her arms tightened around my neck.

"Mulder," she whispered again as she pulled my face 
down to hers. "I missed you," she murmured, brushing 
her mouth over mine. "God, I missed you so much." Her 
lips parted under mine and at the first taste of her 
mouth I knew that my angel was Scully. All of the peace 
and safety, joy and happiness, love and comfort that I 
had found in my dreams exploded within me at the simple 
brush of her lips over mine. 

Now I know, now I remember what it's like to be loved 
by Scully...

It's like coming home.

The End.

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