Title- The Nightmares of Angels

Author- Meaghan McScully

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Started- 8-7-01

Finished- 8-7-01

Spoilers- Requiem, S8 free

Rating- PG

Category- V, A, R

Keywords- Mulder/Scully Romance, Scully/Skinner Friendship, Angst

Summary- Even angels have nightmares.

Disclaimer-  I don't own 'em or get money from 'em.


The incessant knocking on his door brought him 
through the living room and to the front door.  
Knowing who it was and half hoping she'd be able 
to sleep through an entire night, he opened the 
door to reveal her.  His nighttime angel.

"...I'm sorry, I should.. I should go home."  She 
whispered as he drew her into his warm neutral-
colored apartment.

He led her to his couch, gently forcing her to sit.  
Padding into the kitchen to make tea, he thought 
about the woman seated in his living room.  About 
the pain he knows she's silently suffering, about 
the child encased in her womb.

About her partner.

He quietly walked back to her, two steaming mugs 
of Chamomile tea encased in large, loving hands.  
Placing the mugs on the coffee table, he reached 
around her and loosely draped a blanket he had 
started keeping there for her late-night visits 
around her.  He silently leaned forward and 
pressed the hot mug into her freezing hands.

"Did you have that dream again?"  He sat back 
and turned slightly, able now to read her face 
more clearly.  Her silent, yet tearful, nod brought 
a concerned look of understanding to his face.  
"More details this time, huh?"  His voice gently 
prodded her, knowing that speaking about the 
atrocities she dreamed nightly would lessen the 
intensity of them.  Another nod, this time 
accompanied by a choked back sob.  Gently 
taking the mug from her grasp, he set both down 
on the table, and pulled her to his chest, softly 
murmuring reassurances into her ear.

After a long, soul-baring cry, he felt her begin to 
relax against his chest.  Gently lifting her into his 
arms, he carried her to his bedroom and laid her 
on the bed.  He drew the covers up around her, 
stroking her hair from her eyes as a father would.  
"You can sleep now.  You're safe here."  She 
turned, curling on her side and grasping his hand 
as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered 
to the earth.  He knew, however, that he was 
just a replacement- a temporary fix for a much 
larger wound.  Her much loved partner was 
missing, and he would do everything in his power 
to get him back.

A soft sigh, words whispered so softly that would 
have been forever lost if the building had not 
been silent, came from the bed.

"Thank you, Walter."
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Fin.


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