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halfamoonTITLE: Perchance To Dream
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FANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Samantha Mulder
WORD COUNT: 1683
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm borrowing them. But CC, if you're reading this, I could do with a job...
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She wakes with a start, the moonlight pooling in the corners of the room like a ghost. Her breath hitches in her chest as she tries to stop the tears from coming.
She has dreamed again.
A cold, dark, lonely dream; of empty skies and far off planets. Of grey men and shadowy figures, men she doesn't know but who know her.
She lies in bed as the dream shimmers and begins to fade. She wants her mother, but the long hallway to her parents' room is long and dark, and she cannot face it alone.
She pads instead to Fox's room and pushes open the door. He sleeps like a rag doll discarded at the end of the day. His long limbs hang off the bed and his breathing is deep. She prods him, gently at first, then more incessantly as the cold seeps into her toes.
He opens a sleepy eye.
"What?"
"I had a bad dream."
He groans, rolling over to let his little sister slip beneath the blankets.
"What was it this time?"
"I was in a big room and there were people there that I didn't know. Except they weren't really people. And Mom and Dad weren't there, but Uncle Carl was. And I got scared because no one came and I started to cry, and I looked for you and I couldn't see you. And then Uncle Carl took me away somewhere and I don't know where I was."
"I wouldn't let anyone take you away."
They sit huddled beneath the blankets in silence, listening to the rain beating against the window. Eventually she pushes the sheets away and hops off the bed.
"Feeling better now?"
"Uh-huh. I'm going to go back to sleep."
He rolls over in bed, gathering the blankets around him as she walks across the room.
"Fox," she stops in the doorway, turning into a shadow where the light pools and fades. "Do you believe in aliens."
"Don't be stupid," comes his muffled reply, as a cloud skitters over the moon. "There's no such thing.'
AUTHOR:
memories_childFANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: None
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Samantha Mulder
WORD COUNT: 1683
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm borrowing them. But CC, if you're reading this, I could do with a job...
_______________
She wakes with a start, the moonlight pooling in the corners of the room like a ghost. Her breath hitches in her chest as she tries to stop the tears from coming.
She has dreamed again.
A cold, dark, lonely dream; of empty skies and far off planets. Of grey men and shadowy figures, men she doesn't know but who know her.
She lies in bed as the dream shimmers and begins to fade. She wants her mother, but the long hallway to her parents' room is long and dark, and she cannot face it alone.
She pads instead to Fox's room and pushes open the door. He sleeps like a rag doll discarded at the end of the day. His long limbs hang off the bed and his breathing is deep. She prods him, gently at first, then more incessantly as the cold seeps into her toes.
He opens a sleepy eye.
"What?"
"I had a bad dream."
He groans, rolling over to let his little sister slip beneath the blankets.
"What was it this time?"
"I was in a big room and there were people there that I didn't know. Except they weren't really people. And Mom and Dad weren't there, but Uncle Carl was. And I got scared because no one came and I started to cry, and I looked for you and I couldn't see you. And then Uncle Carl took me away somewhere and I don't know where I was."
"I wouldn't let anyone take you away."
They sit huddled beneath the blankets in silence, listening to the rain beating against the window. Eventually she pushes the sheets away and hops off the bed.
"Feeling better now?"
"Uh-huh. I'm going to go back to sleep."
He rolls over in bed, gathering the blankets around him as she walks across the room.
"Fox," she stops in the doorway, turning into a shadow where the light pools and fades. "Do you believe in aliens."
"Don't be stupid," comes his muffled reply, as a cloud skitters over the moon. "There's no such thing.'
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Date: 2009-02-12 07:32 pm (UTC)