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Time Unknown
Mulder dreamed…

It started out nicely. He was walking outside with Scully. The air
was warm, and a light breeze was blowing. It tousled Mulder's hair and sent
Scully's flying around her face in wisps. They passed a park, laughing at
some unimportant detail. Mulder felt happy and at peace.
Suddenly, a train came from around the corner. The happy scene faded
from Mulder's eyes, and the dream was filled with swirling gray colors. The
train was getting closer and closer to Mulder and Scully. He tried to warn
her of it, but she laughed and wouldn't believe him.
"Can't you see the train?" he cried desperately.
"Of course, of course I see the train" she answered in the tone one
uses when humoring a child, and kept walking. As the train advanced, Scully
began to grow. She grew until she towered over Mulder, her face morphing into
a twisted, demented form of Scully's own features. The red hair became fire.
The pale skin became sickly, with a greenish hue, and the beautiful blue eyes
became chunks of unfeeling ice.
Mulder felt sick looking at her, but somehow, he couldn't keep his
eyes off of her.
"Mulder, what's wrong?" asked the monster in a huge, bellowing voice.
Mulder's mouth opened to respond, but no sound came out. He was so
mesmerized by the terrible sight before him that he completely forgot about
the train. It zoomed through the Scully-monster's legs, and crashed into
Mulder…

Mulder shot upright, sending searing jolts of pain shooting up and
down his right arm and a blinding light straight to his brain. Breathing
heavily through his mouth, Mulder fought the nausea building in his stomach
and the pain building in his head. He was hungrier than before. As panic
faded along with the details of the dream, Mulder remembered himself. He was
not where he wanted to be. He wanted to be safe, with Scully…Scully he was
going to Scully. But something had happened…something bad…
Krycek!
Mulder congratulated himself on completing the thought and shivered
in, he hated to admit it, fear. A regular criminal wanted money, prestige.
There was no telling what Krycek might do…Krycek was a loose cannon, caring
only about himself, and Mulder was afraid of him. Propping himself against a
wall, he once again took in his surroundings. It was as bright as his
previous prison was dingy. The florescent lights illuminated the closet
-sized, white walled room with striking brightness. There were no windows,
but there was a toilet, and a thin black outline just framed a door. Mulder
wondered when Scully would come for him.

She and Mulder were chasing a suspect through dense, dark woods. It
was raining, and their feet slipped in the mud as they ran. She was two
steps behind him, when she saw him fall.
"Scully!" he cried in obvious pain. "Scully I fell."
Scully franticly searched the ground below, looking for a hole that
Mulder might have fallen into. "Mulder, are you alright? Tell me where you
are!" she called, trying to remain calm.
"Scully, I fell down a hole or something and-" his voice broke off
abruptly.
"Mulder, what is it, where are you?"
"Scully, there's something here…something here!" his voice became
louder with fear.
Scully's eyes once again swept the floor below her, but she found
nothing.
"AHHHHHHHH!" came her partner's all too familiar scream.
"Scullyyyyyyy…"
"Mulder?" she called again. "Mulder, where are you?" There was no
answer. Tears began to pour down her face and into her mouth, mixing with the
rain to form a diluted salty liquid. "Mulder!" she cried, choking on the
word, "Mulder where are you?"...

Scully woke up and realized that she had been crying in her sleep.
Her eyes ached, and her face was still wet from the tears. Trying to calm
down, Scully cursed herself for underestimating the kidnapper, and wondered
where Mulder was, and if he was okay.

Early Tuesday Morning
Echoing footsteps were coming closer to Mulder's prison. The door
clicked open and none other than Alex Krycek strutted into the room. Mulder
could only gaze at him with helpless eyes.
"Ah, Mulder. So nice to see you again" he said in a calm, quiet
voice. "I was hoping you'd wake up. It really hasn't been much fun without
you. But now that you're up," he held up a burning match, "Well, the fun can
begin." Krycek's eyes glowed devilishly, as he advanced toward Mulder.
Mulder first felt the heat, and then the pain…and his scream sliced
the sterile silence of the room.
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