This is just a little something I wrote up in my own little 'fantasy' 
universe.  However, my sister hates it when writers totally disregard 
reality, no matter the purpose of the story.  So, this one is for her.  
It's a semi-sad, sappy love story with resolution.  It's also a part of 
my 'Fantasy' series.  Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER:  I sorta borrowed Fox Mulder and Dana Scully for 
this story.  But, I promptly returned them, unharmed, to CC, Fox 
Television, and 1013 Productions when I was done.  No copyright 
infringement intended, so don't sue me.  (Though, I'm broke, so it 
won't do you much good anyway!)

And now to [back] our regularly scheduled story...

Healing Time
by Jennifer Anne Brown (Nonbelvr@aol.com)

Fox Mulder rolled over in bed and reached out for his lover, his 
fiance, and future wife, Dana Scully.  He reached out in the dark, 
but found nothing but coldness beside him.  He could hear faint 
noises from the TV in the other room.  <In all this time> Mulder 
thought <I never thought I'd be the first one asleep.  And so 
soundly, too!>

He got out of bed and went into the next room where Dana was 
'watching' TV.  He went around the front of the couch to where she 
was laying.  He could see the motions from the images on the 
screen play off her face since no other lights in the room were on.  
Even in the dim lighting, though, he could tell her eyes were red 
and bloodshot and that she had been crying alone in the darkness.

Her eyes weren't focused on the TV.  She had a far off, 
dreamy gaze and didn't notice Mulder was in the room until he 
spoke.

"Hey," he said, lightly touching her shoulder, startling her 
slightly, "what's wrong, sweets?  What are you doing up so late?"

"Nothing," was all she said.  She sat up allowing him to 
stretch out on the couch.  He pulled her into his lap and she layed 
her head on his chest.  He found the remote and shut the television 
off.  Then, he wrapped his arms around her gently.  They sat there 
in the dark for awhile, completely silent, just being with each other.  
Then, with no warning, Dana started to sob uncontrollably into 
Mulder's chest.  And all he could do was hold her, tell her it was 
okay, and wait for it to pass.

In the past seven months, both of their lives had undergone 
some drastic changes.  It had been Christmas day, almost seven 
months ago, that they had begin knocking down the final walls to 
their *close* relationship that had been slowly building; it was 
about a month and a half after that, sometime in February, that they 
both had been shocked to learn that Dana was pregnant; then, a 
little over two months after that, she'd had a miscarriage, which 
shook her deeply.

The tidal wave of sadness and emotion that was hitting her 
was just a repercussion of the miscarriage, mostly, Mulder knew 
that.  He still felt helpless, knowing that he would just have to coax 
her through it and let it pass.  He sat in the dark with her, holding 
her, stroking her fiery auburn hair, whispering to her through her 
sobs that it was okay, that everything was fine, which was a lie.  <If 
everything were fine> he thought <we would be married right now 
awaiting the birth of our child, our first beautiful, perfect bundle of 
joy and love.>

"It's alright, my love," he whispered in her ear when her 
sobs grew quieter.  "When we get married, we can have a dozen 
children, if you wish."  <But, I hope not quite that many, love> he 
later thought.

"*If* we can have children," she muttered against his chest.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he said, pulling her away 
from his chest so he could look her in the eye.

"What if there's something wrong?!" she said, her voice near 
screaming level.  "What if there's something wrong with *me*?!!  
What if I'm one of those women who can't carry a pregnancy to 
term, who never give birth to a living child?!!  And, if I do, I lose 
my own life in the process!!!  What about that?!!  Did you ever stop 
to consider that?!!"  She was definitely screaming now.

"Dana, Dana, Dana," he said, placing her head back against 
his chest.  "Dana, my love, there is nothing wrong with you!  
Remember, I went with you to your last gynecological 
appointment.  And, as far as you dying in childbirth, I don't think 
that will happen, either.  You are too strong, Dana Katherine 
Scully.  And," he said, pulling her head away again and looking 
deeply into her blue eyes, "I won't let you," he softly finished.

He kissed her with all the love he had in him.  Then, he 
helped her up and into bed and she fell asleep listening to his 
breathing and the sound of his heartbeat.  She knew that once they 
got married, everything would be complete.  All the pieces of the 
puzzle she called her life would come together, making a beautiful 
picture of him and her, together, forever.

THE END (for now)

xxxx

That's it for this little foray into S&M dreamland.  And, yes, I wrote 
that that way on purpose!

If you would like to write a segment in this little shuffle, let me 
know!  I don't have any qualms about it, just let me know and read 
it before sending it out!

xxxx

The Fantasy Series:
^Emergency, with love (*)
^Healing Time (*)
^Faerytale Wedding (*)
^Honeymoon Horror
^A Swirl of Emotion
^Beyond Joy and Love
^The Lullaby
^Afterlife (*)
^Maryah (*)
^At Christmas Time
^Life Choices
^The Rebel
^Alone...At Last
(*)=already written or in the process of