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[__fox_mulder]

It's almost too much to grasp. All that has been revealed in the last few hours. The new connection between me and Scully, Samantha coming to recognize me somewhat, Sunnydale being not what it seems and adding on top of that the whole deal with Krycek, it's surprising that I'm still up and around.

Samantha.
I look to Scully to make sure she's

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[iwouldnt_fear]

She hears the door creak like a saw across her throat, and when she looks back, he's gone. As much as she knew he was never really there, she feels loss. Her eyes dart around suddenly and she pushes herself further into the safety of the corner again. He'd coaxed her out along the wall, crawling little scoots till she'd been far enough out for the light to frighten her back to safety

[__fox_mulder]

"Samantha?"

I ask when I hear movement. I open the door even more to see her dive over to the other side of the bed.

I hear her voice, but it's more like the sound of it as a little girl in my dreams and memories.

"Samantha, it's me- Fox.."

Part of me knows I really shouldn't be pushing anything, but that part of me is easily overcome by my overwhelming need to be with her and to protect her. To really protect her and not let her down like that fateful night.

[iwouldnt_fear]

She stops rocking and sits up, still as stone and looking right at him, brown eyes blinking in the darkness. She only knew him as a child, of course, but he's just as recognizeable as a man. More importantly, she can feel that it's him.

But there's no continuity. If she's that little girl laying on a table in the bright white light, what is he doing here? She reaches up with the heel of her hand and rubs her forehead.

"you don't belong. you're real. been misplaced."

He takes a step toward her and more pictures come, like someone put her brain on fast foward. She shakes it a little to try and stop the skipping.

[__fox_mulder]

I almost start to cry and shout in anger right there. What had those bastards done to her? The look of fear and confusion in her eyes is unbearable.

"you don't belong. you're real. been misplaced."

"Misplaced?" I ask gently. I take a few more cautious step before lightly swinging the door so it shuts somewhat.

[iwouldnt_fear]

She feels anger come off her brother, hard to see on him, little ripples beneath the surface but she could always tell. He never was very good at sharing. What would she want with his toys, anyway? She smirks, looking at Spike. "took his toy away, he hates that. If he cries, mom'll make you give it back."

She glances around and finds a pair of green eyes again. "can't take her, Fox, she's gone. No one to take." The stronger ones will kill the weaker ones and then this whole mess will be sorted out, right? Everything dies, and there'll be one girl left standing in the rubble. She rubs her face, she grabs at things but they fly away before she can remember. "who's blood? who's?"

[got_the_spark]

The stupid git asked me how I got in here "Been in here mate. Just you know walked right in. Not that hard, you should try it some time." I say in a cocky voice.

And in some strange sense I get what the girl is saying. This man her brother or whatever the hell he was didn't like it that maybe some one else cared bout her.

"Don't worry, not trying to steal her from you or anything. I get that you care bout her. Well, truth be told I care bout her to. Anything wrong with two people caring bout someone." I look him sharp in the eyes.

[debunk_this_42]

Dana made her way up the stairs and didn't even bother knocking on doors first before she looked into rooms. She was just trying to find Mulder.

Finally, she heard voices and paused. Mulder. Samantha...and someone else. Opening the door, she walked in and stood next to Mulder.

"Everything okay in here?" Looking at Spike, she gave him just the tiniest hint of a snarky smile. "And who are you?"

[__fox_mulder]

"...Anything wrong with two people caring bout someone?"

For a moment I just want to hurt this guy. How dare he just come in here and question my love for my family? But then I hear Scully's voice and it calms me. She always has that effect on me. Her gentle and logical demeanor has always settled my emotional crusades. I can almost say that she's saved my life more times with her rational arguments then with any physical action on the field.

”Everything okay in here? And who are you?”

I breathe deeply through my nose and close my eyes to still my anger and confusion.

“I dunno, Scully. But apparently he cares much more deeply about my sister and knows what's best for her.”

I know it wasn’t the best thing to say, but at this point in time only Samantha and Scully were holding me back from at least trying to inflict some damage on this guy.