From: DScully777 Date sent: Sat, 1 Nov 1997 13:17:14 EST Title: 22 Hours 1/1 Author: Danielle Indovino Rating: PG Classification: A Spoilers: none Keywords: Summary: Mulder's missing and Scully is under suspicion. Disclaimer: OK for the selected few that read these things....Scully and Mulder are not mine all though Dr. Samantha Ludler is. So if you guys at 10/13 wanna use her you need a disclaimer of your own HA! Authors Note: This was written at lunch. It makes no sense which must mean it was inspired by Noelle. Kris, Elaina, Kate, and Noelle, FAB FIVE FOREVER!! Dana lay stretched out on a soft pink leather sofa in Dr. Samantha Ludler's office. Her arms and legs were extended forcing her small white cotton shirt up, leaving her pale white stomach completely exposed. Her hands were folded across her chest a small but tasteful ring on her left ring finger. The rosiness of her cheeks was faded making her skin look white and sickly. Her fiery hair was spread out over the soft leather arm of the couch. She had let it grow out the past few months. Her eyes were a dull crystal blue, an almost gray color. They seemed permanently fixed on the smooth white ceiling. Other then the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest she was inanimate. She appeared like a china doll, fragile and small. As if you touched her she would shatter into a million pieces. In theory she would. "Dana," the soft voice of the therapist filled the room. "Tell me again." Dana sighed. Over the past week over 100 people have asked her questions for which she had no answers. She remembered all the faces. Short ones, fat ones, sympathetic ones...accusing ones. In return no one had an answer to her questions. When can I leave and where is Fox. It frightened her, sent a chill down her spine that no one seemed to know where he was. "I remember the plane trip. We sat third row, together of coarse. I sat by the window he on the aisle. It was a small plane. We talked for a while about this and that, mostly the case. Then I woke up here. Where's Fox?" The therapist gave her a skeptical look. The same one she gave suspects when she didn't believe their story. A feeling of dread washed over her like raindrops. She *knew* just *knew* that something happened to Fox. "Dana you were found in a field. You had blood on you. It was Fox's blood. Your weapon had been fired three times. Do you remember shooting those shots?" Her voice was beginning to irritate Dana. Then the realization of what her words meant hit her like a ton of bricks. "Blood? Is Fox Ok?" << Oh no! A field think Dana what field where? What were you doing there? Why did you fire your gun? Was it at him? If not where did his blood come from?>> "Dana Fox is missing." <> A look of horror crossed Dana's face. "Dana did you shoot him?" "No." It was a blunt answer to a blunt question. The lady sitting in front of her was really starting to get to Dana. If they hadn't taken her gun away she would've blown her head off by now. She moved her left hand to cover her stomach. The ring on it glittered in the cheap florescent light like a star on a cloudy night. "Did you hurt him in anyway?" "No! Why do you keep asking me that?" Dana jumped up her voice crescendoing in the small plaster room. "NO NO NO NO NO!!" she collapsed into a ball on the couch. She looked like a rag doll. Her head was slouched to the left and her hands where covering her ears. She was slowly rocking back and forth like a three year old child. "I don't remember anything. I want to go home. I want Fox." Her sobs echoed off the hard walls and her body trembled and convulsed. "Mrs. Mulder please calm down." The rag doll on the couch continued to convulse and sob. "Mrs Mulder please." Dana's head rose up and stared intensely at the women before her like a two year old at its mother after crying over spilt milk. "Now lets try once more. Where is your husband?" <> "Gone! He just disappeared! I disappeared once! I just reappeared too! He will reappear! They will find him! Right?" She was yelling and crying at the same time. Clinging on with a four year old's hope for the impossible. It was a pathetic sight. One of the FBI's finest and she just snapped. "Where should they look, Dana? Tell me what you know." Dana snickered that comment. Even in this state she understood that she was the only suspect/whiteness to the murder of another agent, her partner and husband no less. With all the damning evidence against her she should be quiet until she got a lawyer. But her anger and fear to the world was just feeding her current mental state and it all threw her over the edge. she shattered into a million pieces. someone had dropped the china doll and watched her shatter. She had been cracked before but never shattered. "Hell! Tell them to look in Hell!!" She became hysterical. She was flailing her arms in the air above her as if to swat away bats. "Where is he?! What did you do to him?! Give him back!!" She began to tremble and grab at the air as if he would be there at her next arms reach. "Give him back." It became a whisper, a silent prayer. "I want him back" She began to whisper it over and over again rocking back and forth. "Mrs. Mulder I think it is time for you to go back to your room." Dana sat up swatting at her tear stained eyes. "Don't call me that!" She snapped at the therapist. "Then what should I call you?" "Scully, Dana Scully." She began to cry again. " I didn't kill him Mrs Ludler. I loved him." If I get enough feedback a sequale will be written!!!!!!