The X-Files: The Second Sam

This story takes place futuristically. Mulder and Scully are together...
of course, only in these fan-creative stories. I am obsessed with his
sister's abduction and his feelings towards that abduction so I had to do
something about it.
No infringement or copyright is intended. All characters are based upon
Chris Carter's "The X-Files."

The Second Sam
By Tiziana Sorrentino
(TIZ37@aol.com)  11/2/94
  The phone in Mulder's office rang. Mulder picked it up frantically.
  "Mr. Mulder," said the voice on the other line. "This is Dr. Berkley."
  "Dr. Berkley!" said Mulder, his voice altered a bit.
  "Mr. Mulder, I think you might want to come down here at the hospital.
  You're wife's in labor."
  "What?" said Mulder, his excitement seeped through the phone.
  "I'll be right there!." Mulder hung up the phone before Dr. Berkley
  could say anything else. He ran out of his office like a bolt of
  lightning and headed straight to his car.
  One of the nurses tried calming Dana's labor pains with a relaxant,
  while the other nurse propped a pillow behind her back and placed her
  feet in the stirrups. 
  "Has anyone called Mulder yet?" she asked the nurse with the needle,
  while inhaling and exhaling tiny breaths of air.
  "Yes, Dana..." said the nurse, sticking the needle in her."Dr. Berkley
  called him 20 minutes ago." She removed the needle. "There, that
  should make you feel much better." The relaxant worked instantly.
  Scully took a deep breath of relief and closed her eyes.
  Mulder ran past the information desk of the hospital.
  "Excuse me, sir, where are you going?" the receptionist said, leaning
  over her desk and calling out to Mulder.
  "I'm looking for...Dana Scully." said Mulder, stopping in his tracks. 
  "Department?" she asked, now typing in her computer.
  "Ummm...maternity." said Mulder glancing at his watch.
  "I don't see anyone by that name working in maternity."replied the woman.
  "No...She's having a baby...my baby! She's up in maternity waiting for me."
  "Please sign this then..." the receptionist gave him a clipboard and pen.
  Mulder scanned it quickly and signed the bottom, and returned it back to
  the receptionist and dashed away.
  "Sir?...SIR? You didn't finish sign..." Mulder was completely oblivious
  to the nurse's calls.
  He followed the signs hanging from the ceiling. One of them said
  "Maternity---4th floor."  Mulder got out of the elevator, scanned the
  whole room and saw a nurse sitting behind the desk. "Can I help you sir?"
  she asked.
  "Yes...I'm looking for a patient here...Dana Scully...She's having a baby!"
  "Yes sir, She's been waiting for you." The girl, who didn't seem much
  older than 18 came around the desk and motioned Mulder to follow her.
  "You can wash up and put this on." she handed him a mask, surgical gloves,
  and robe. "I'll be waiting outside and I'll take you to the delivery room."
  "Ok..." He said, scrubbing his hands. When he came out of the room, he
  looked no different from the doctors working there.
  Scully lay on the hospital bed, her back was supported and her legs were
  spread, covered with the thin blue sheet. Dr. Berkley was examining the
  dilation and looked up just in time to see Mulder standing in the doorway. 
  "Mr. Mulder!" he said.   
  Scully turned her head toward the door. "Fox...?" Dana said under her
  breathing.
  "Come." said Dr. Berkley, motioning his hands at Mulder to come in the
  room. "This baby's ready to come out. It's waiting for you." He motioned
  to the nurses to show Mulder how to support Scully's back.
  Mulder bent closer to Scully, making her back lean against his chest.
  He held her hand tightly. "It's okay Dana...You can do it."
  said Mulder comforting Scully.
  "Okay, she's fully dialated." said the doctor. He looked up at Scully,
  "Dana, I'm gonna need for you to take a long breath and push really hard,
  okay... Push, Dana!"
  "Go ahead, baby. You can do it." Mulder cheered.
  Scully breathed hard and pushed. Her face turned red, and she was sweating
  from pain and exhaustion.
  "Good...You're doing great!" said the doctor. "I can see the head now."
  Mulder gave out a chuckle. "The head Scully!  We have the head...
  Come on...You can do it."
  "Push again!" said the doctor.
  Scully was taking short breaths in between. She pushed again.
  "Good girl...that's it...One more long, hard push and we're done."
  said the doctor. "One more Dana...don't stop breathing...in and out...
  in and out... "Scully pushed once more. The last time she cried out in
  pain. "There we are..."The doctor grabbed hold of the baby and pulled it
  out. "It's a girl!"
  Tears streamed down Scully's face. "A girl?" she said.
  "Yes, a girl!" Mulder replied, with a grin from ear to ear. "She's
  beautiful...look."
  The doctor held the little girl up to show her proud parents.
  "I want to hold her." Scully said.
  The nurse wrapped the baby up in a blanket and placed her in Scully's
  arms; she still had not been cleaned.
  "She *is* beautiful, Mulder. Look at her..."she said, looking up at Mulder.
  Mulder stroked Scully's face and took hold of his daughter's precious,
  tiny hand. "She looks like you.",he said. Scully grinned and looked down
  at their daughter...Samantha.
 
-------------------------------SIX YEARS LATER------------------------------
 
  "Mommy?" shouted Samantha from her room. "Mommy!"
  Scully got up out of bed and hurried into Samantha's room. "What is it?"
  asked Scully and sat beside Samantha, stroking her hair.
  "Mommy, I had a bad dream." said Sam pouting and reached her arms out.
  Scully scooped up Samantha and held her tightly. "It's okay...it's
  alright...You're safe now." she said calmly, kissing her forehead.
  "Shhhh...It's okay."
  Mulder walked into the room. He was wearing his jogging pants and
  sleeveless shirt. He slid his fingers through his messy hair.
  "What's wrong?" he said through a soft yawn.
  "Shhhh...She had a bad dream." said Scully while she rocked Samantha
  back to sleep.
  "Again?" he asked. "She's been having them all month."
  Scully lay the sleeping child and kissed her cheek. "Let's get some
  sleep...we have a big day tomorrow." she said as she playfully shoved
  Mulder back to the room.     
  Night after night, Samantha would wake up from her bad dreams;
  dreams that she couldn't remember. It became a ritual for all of them. 
 
  6:00 a.m.
  Samantha was standing in the doorway of her parents' room when the alarm
  clock rang.  Scully hit the snooze button quickly. Mulder woke up seconds
  after and placed his arm on top of Scully's waist. He moved closer to her;
  her back curving in against his body.
  "Good morning." he whispered in her ear, and nibbled her earlobe.
  "Morning..." Scully replied in a hoarse voice, as she turned around and
  kissed his chin. They were now facing each other and Mulder's lips brushed
  against her neck. He glanced up and there was Samantha, her tiny frame
  poking through the opening of the door. 
  Mulder lifted himself on his elbow. "Hi!" he said, motioning Sam to come
  in. Samantha climbed up on the bed and crawled in between them.
  Scully removed a curly strand of auburn brown hair away from Samantha's
  face.
  "Good morning, sweetie." said Scully in a soft, motherly voice. She
  resembled her mother; with blue/grey eyes, and delicate, fair skin.
  She was very small for a child of six, she took after her mother in that
  category, too. But, she had her father's chin. Scully loved that about
  Samantha. Everytime the child smiled, her dimples would show, and that
  chin...it curved in such a way, as to make you want to kiss it forever. 
  "I don't feel well." said Samantha looking from Scully to Mulder.
  "What's wrong?" said Scully with concern, as she put her hand upon the
  child's forehead. "You don't feel warm."
  "My head hurts." replied Sam, placing her hand on her head.
  Scully looked at Mulder with an "I'm worried" expression. "I'm going
  to give her some aspirin." she said and climbed out of bed, put on her
  robe and took Sam's hand. "Let's go..." 
  Mulder got up and followed them into the bathroom. "Here take this."
  said Scully putting the aspirin in Sam's mouth. "Now... mommy's gonna
  make you some toast and pour you some juice...and I promise your head's
  gonna feel much better...okay?" she said and scooped the child up.
  Samantha's head was resting on Scully's shoulder. 
  The toast and juice were sitting on the table untouched. Samantha was
  staring at the wall ahead. Mulder pushed up a chair beside her, picked
  up the toast and tore off a piece.
  "Open up..." he said, making airplane motions with the toast. "Sam, you
  have to eat something, or you'll get sick." Samantha wasn't listening.
  "Samantha...Do you want your head to feel better?"  he asked.
  Samantha turned to her father and looked at him, nodding her head yes.
  "Then, you need to eat this...okay?" Mulder's voice was soft and gentle.
  Samantha stared back at the toast and opened her mouth. "That's my girl,"
  he said. Scully smiled beside herself as she saw how well Mulder was
  handling everything.
  "Daddy?" asked Samantha after swallowing the toast.
  Mulder looked into his daughter's big blue/green eyes. Scully poured
  herself and Mulder a cup of coffee and sat down next to him. 
  "Do you have bad dreams?" asked Samantha.
  "Yes.  Everyone has bad dreams, sweet pea." he replied, while caressing
  Samantha's cheek. "Some people dream about things they're afraid of in
  real life."
  Samantha looked at him puzzled. "I'm not afraid of anything in real
  life, daddy, why do I have bad dreams?"
  Mulder couldn't explain why, he didn't really know himself. "You probably
  saw something that scared you on t.v." he said. "Maybe it's all those
  'Barney' shows you watch." He let out a laugh and Scully rolled her eyes
  and smiled.
  "No, Daddy." she chuckled. Samantha gave out a big yawn and rubbed her
  eyes. "I'm tired." she added. 
  "You should be, you haven't slept much lately, and you wake up before
  we do." said Scully and gave Samantha a kiss on the cheek."You can take a
  nap in a little while, after we go do some of Mommy's errands."
  And then there was a brief silence. Samantha's eyes began to fix on the
  wall in front of her. She raised her hands and held her head."Mommy?"
  said Samantha. "Mommy, my head hurts real bad."
  Scully knelt beside her and felt her head. "Where does it hurt, baby?"
  she asked.
  "Mommy! My head hurts Mommy!" she screamed in pain. "Mommy, please make
  it go away...Daddy, help me...make it stop."
  "Shhhh...baby, look at me Sam!" said Scully, pulling down Samantha's
  hands. 
  "What the hell is going on! What's wrong with her Scully?" shouted Mulder.
  "I don't know!" replied Scully, glancing up at Mulder and then back at
  Samantha.
  "Mommy it hurts! Help me please!" Samantha began to move frantically in
  her chair as Mulder tried to restrain her. 
  "Let me go...I don't want to stay here." she cried.
  "Mulder, what are you doing?" asked Scully. "You're hurting her."
  "She's going to hurt herself, Scully! She looks like she's having some
  kind of a seizure." Mulder held the little body down, but she managed to
  squirm enough to make herself loose from his grip and slid onto the floor. 
  Samantha ran into the living room and began throwing things. 
  "NO..." she cried. "Leave me alone...I don't want to go. I don't want to." 
  Objects came crashing to the floor, pillows were thrown, furniture moved
  out of place. She was throwing a tantrum and neither Scully nor Mulder
  knew why. She was never like this, she was always a lovely, outgoing
  child...never violent like this. 
  Mulder grabbed her and held her against his body. She was kicking and
  punching him. "No...Daddy, don't...don't Fox...don't let me go."
  She buried her face in her father's chest. "Don't let them take me."
  She quieted down in his arms as he soothed her, burying his own face in
  her hair. 
  Mulder lay Samantha on her bed and calmed her down. She was still crying,
  but not like before...she was more tired than scared. Samantha instantly
  fell asleep.
 
  Hours later...
 
  "Mommy...Mommy...Daddy?" Samantha cried in her sleep."Mommy!" Scully was
  sitting at her computer and Mulder was writing a suspect profile. Mulder
  got to the room first with Scully right behind him. They both went over,
  Scully sitting on the bed and Mulder kneeling, grabbing Samantha's hand. 
  "She's asleep...should I wake her?" asked Mulder.
  Scully placed her hand on the child's cheek and caressed it."Samantha...
  honey, it's okay...baby, we're here now." She spoke in a hushed voice.
  Apparently, Samantha heard her because she calmed down. Still, with eyes
  fully closed, the child seemed to be asleep. 
  "Maybe we should call a doctor or something," suggested Mulder. "It's been
  going on *too* long now." Scully didn't repond and kept caressing
  Samantha's cheek. "Scully! Something's going on in her head!" he said,
  trying not to be so loud.
  "Shhh..." she said. "We'll talk about it later. Right now, let's just
  make sure she's okay."
  Mulder bolted out of the room and sat on the couch with his elbows on his
  knees and his hands folded against his jaw. His patience had been slowly
  deteriorating because he hadn't been getting enough sleep due to this
  ordeal, but he was trying to fight it. He wanted to know what was happening
  in Sam's head. Scully walked out of the room five minutes later.
   "She's okay now." she sat beside Mulder and placed her hand on his head,
   stroking his hair. "Tired?" she asked, looking in his eyes.
   "Yes. Very, very tired." he replied. "I've never been so exhausted...
   Well, except for our honeymoon that is." Mulder managed to grin.
   "How can *I* make it up to you?" she smiled sheepishly. 
   "You can start by kissing me." he suggested, as he pressed his back
   against the couch. He seemed much more relaxed now. Scully leaned toward
   him and kissed his lips tenderly. 
   "Like that?" she asked seductively.
   "It's a start." he commented, as his hand reached out to cup her breast. 
   Samantha had awakened and made her way to the living room. Her tiny body
   moved slowly, her hand touched the smooth, white wall as she walked.
   "Daddy?" she called. Scully and Mulder looked up from their position.
   Samantha had seen them. "Daddy...I'm thirsty..." she whined. Mulder got
   up and walked over to her and took her hand. They both walked toward the
   kitchen. Scully didn't move from the couch.
   "I want iced tea." she said,"...and not the one you make...I want the
   one mommy makes. Yours tastes weird."
   Mulder let out a giggle. "Well, you're lucky; Mommy made the iced tea
   this time." He grabbed the iced tea and poured it in a glass for her.
   Samantha took a sip and smiled. Mulder turned to smile at Scully and
   heard the glass as it shattered to the floor. He looked down and saw the
   mess and then looked at Samantha, who was suddenly breathing frantically.
   Her eyes were fixed on Mulder as if she wanted to kill him. He moved and
   her eyes followed. "Sam? Are you okay?" He touched her arm gently, but,
   she pulled it away. 
   Scully had heard the glass, and had jumped off the couch and run into the
   kitchen. Samantha, still breathing frantically, became angered.
   "NO-o-o-o-o-o-o..." yelled Samantha. "No, go away...leave me alone..."
   Mulder grabbed her and held her tight so that she wouldn't hurt herself.
   "Tell me what's wrong!" he shouted. "What do you see, Sam? Tell me, what
   you see!"
   "Mulder," said Scully, unable to understand his question. 
   Mulder looked into his little girl's eyes. "Look at me...*What* do you
   see?" he scanned her face for an answer.
   Samantha's mouth quivered, she began to regain herself. "DADDY!...The
   men...Daddy. I think the men want to hurt me." she cried.
   "What men, baby...What men?" Mulder looked to Scully, who was standing
   there frightened and unable to move, her mouth quivering.
   "The men from my dream, daddy. The tall men that don't talk."
   "What else did you see, Sam?" Mulder asked.
   Samantha closed her eyes. "The light...Daddy, it's so bright...I can't
   see anymore." Samantha went limp in his hands. Scully knelt beside them
   and checked her pulse.
   "I'm going to call her pediatrition." she said. "Get her in bed."
   Mulder gently placed Samantha on the bed and held her hand tightly. Tears
   streamed down his cheeks, as he saw her motionless. "NO!" he shouted.
   Scully hurried into the room and saw Mulder kneeling beside the bed,
   his hands locked on his head, pulling his hair. She rushed over to him
   and held him. 
   "Mulder...Mulder...calm down." she held his head against her chest.
   "She'll be all right, Mulder."
   "* SONSOFBITCHES *" he cried, tears flowed rapidly. "WHY? WHAT DO YOU
   WANT FROM ME?" he yelled out. "WHAT?" he held on to Scully, crying into
   her chest. "No! Not her too. Not her too." Scully knew exactly what he
   meant. He was referring to his own sister, Samantha.
   Dr. Peterson examined Samantha thoroughly, finding nothing indicating
   physical sickness. "Being a doctor, you should have been able to detect
   any illness, you didn't need me here." he said to Scully.
   "That's just it, I didn't find anything, and I wanted a second opinion. 
   "You say she's been suffering from nightmares?" he asked, while putting
   his things in the small black bag he carried. 
   Scully shook her head yes.
   "You might want to take her to see a psychiatrist or a hypnotist.
   These dreams may be linked to something...something she's seen...maybe.
   You can never tell with dreams. Some children suffer nightmares because
   of the violence on t.v. or even movies they glance, that adults watch."
   he said wryly. "As far as the tantrum is concerned, that too, is
   unexplainable. Your best bet is a child psychiatrist...they'd know more."
   The doctor looked at the sleeping child. "She needs rest...what I gave
   her will keep her out for a few hours, so..." he looked at Mulder and
   Scully and saw the bags under their eyes. "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad
   idea for the two of you to get some rest."
   Mulder and Scully lay in bed silently. Scully reached out for Mulder's
   hand. "You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" asked Scully.
   "She's trying to reach me, Scully? Trying to tell me something through
   our Samantha." he replied. Mulder referred to her as Scully when they
   disagreed on something or when they were at work, as to not to get
   confused...it became a habit Mulder couldn't break.
   "So what, our daughter is being possessed by your sister?" said Scully,
   skeptically. "I find that hard to swallow."
   "Dana, you heard Samantha...she called me 'Fox'! No one calls me that!
   Only my sister called me 'Fox.'"
   "That doesn't mean anything, Mulder. She could have heard me call you
   that...or..."
   "Scully, why can't you believe me? You heard her yourself...the light...
   the tall men! What other evidence do you need?" asked Mulder.
   "I heard it. I'm not denying that, but, all I'm saying is that there has
   to be a logical explanation to this. She must have seen a scary movie,
   just like Dr. Peterson said. It is most likely her subconscience
   remembers and reflects her fear in the dream."
   "You heard her Dana; the men, the light. What does that mean? It seems
   to be the same scenario all over again."
   "No, it's not that." Scully insisted. "Don't even think that way."
   Scully lay back and closed her eyes.
   "Let's just hope not." whispered Mulder to himself.
   The next morning came and Scully's alarm clock rang exactly at 6 a.m.
   She rushed out of bed and into Samantha's room. Sam was still asleep.
   Scully went over to her and kissed her forhead. It was the first night
   that Samantha slept the whole night through. Dr. Peterson had said she
   would be 'out' for a while. 
   Mulder was still in bed while Scully got ready to shower. She went
   beside him to get some panty-hose from the drawer and he pinched her.
   Scully jumped.
   "Hey, sexy." he said.
   "You're not so bad yourself." she said as she leaned toward his face and
   gave him a kiss. 
   "How's Sam?" he asked.
   "Asleep," replied Scully.
   Mulder sat up. "I see you're ready to take a shower!" he said. 
   "Yup," she replied.
   "Can I come along and watch." he grinned at her.
   "You like to watch...don't you?" she sat down beside him and gave him
   another kiss; longer this time. "But, unfortunately, I need you to stay
   out here and watch your daughter while I'm in there. Can you manage
   without me?" She held on to his hands and he pulled her down on top of
   him, kissing her.
   "Mulder," she said between breaths. "Not right now."
   "Just kiss me." He held her tightly.
   "Mommy!?" shouted Samantha. "No...Go away...Don't take me away...please."
   Scully and Mulder hurried into her room. Samantha was twitching on her
   bed, as if she were having a seizure. Her arms and legs seemed to be
   pressed against the bed; she was unable to move. 
   "Sam!" Mulder shouted. "Sam...Look at me!" Mulder grabbed the little
   girl by the shoulders."-Samantha...Samantha..." he cried.   
   "Daddy...they've come for her, daddy..." she cried out in a hushed tone.
   "They wanted to take her...and then they were going to bring her back."     
   "Who...Who took her?" His voice was insistant, almost frightening.
   "FOX..." she called out. "FOX... please." Samantha bolted straight up
   and stared directly in front of her.   
   "Samantha! Who took her?" said Mulder in his deep insistant voice.
   Samantha looked at her father. 
   "They took her, Daddy," she said with tears in her eyes. "The men took
   her away in the light...and she's afraid, Daddy!"
   "What is she afraid of?" he asked with sincerety in his voice.
   "Afraid that she won't come back." Mulder held Samantha in his arms.
   He began to cry. Samantha lay there, unresponsive; just staring at the
   wall.
   "I want her to go through a hypno-regression session." Mulder told
   Scully aggressively.
   "What?" said Scully. "Mulder, I don't think that's a good idea."
   "I went through it Scully, it worked for me. We can find out the truth
   behind her dreams."
   Scully looked indecisive. "Mulder...what if it backfires instead...
   *scarring* her...*making* things worse than they already are." said
   Scully raising her voice and flinging her arms around.
   "It can't!" said Mulder.
   "No...I don't want her to go through with it..." she demanded. "I know
   why you want her to do it!" She stopped dead in her tracks. 
   Mulder looked up at her. "What if Samantha's the only link between me
   and my sister?" He said desperately, as he got up and paced the floor.
   "What if Samantha can tell us the truth about what happended to my sister
   the night she disappeared?"
   "Damn it, Mulder, I know you desperately want to know the truth, but
   what if it doesn't work?" argued Scully.
   "Samantha doesn't have to remember anything once she is awakened. It
   won't hurt her...It'll help her." said Mulder, trying hard to convince
   Scully. "What if she needs this session to let all her dreams out?
   They need to come out, Scully...That's why they're reaccuring...
   they have to come out." He walked over to Scully and brushed his hand
   on her cheek. "I know you're worried, but I wouldn't suggest the session
   if it weren't safe. You know that."
   Scully nodded and agreed to the deep regression hypnosis. Mulder called
   Dr. Heights Verber, the man he worked closely with, when he, himself,
   asked to be put under deep regression hypnosis. Dr. Verber would know
   exactly what to do. He knew Mulder's background, and that would help.
   Mulder, Scully and Samantha entered the big hallway. At the end of the
   hallway, there was a door with 'Dr. Heights Verber'inscribed in big,
   black, bold letters. Mulder knocked loudly. Dr. Verber opened the door.
   He stood about 5 foot 4 inches. He was balding and what little hair he
   had left had turned completely white. He had a small beard and Mulder
   could see that the man had become more laid back, more mellow, than he
   had been 15 years ago when Mulder had come to him the first time.   
   "Mr. Mulder, please come in." he said, motioning the three of them into
   the room. "Sit, please." he pointed to the chairs. 
   "Mommy, I'm scared." said Samantha. 
   "It's okay, sweetie. Dr. Verber is daddy's friend. He's going to help
   you get rid of your bad dreams." Scully's voice seemed uncertain, but
   she tried to hide it from Samantha.
   "That's correct!" said Dr. Verber with a slight German accent. "Don't
   be afraid little one. Dr. Verber will make you feel at home." He
   looked at Mulder and said, "Okay, we can begin as soon as the child is
   ready. She may lie down on this couch."
   "Are you okay?" Scully asked Samantha. "Daddy and I will be right here."
   She hugged her daughter and Mulder came up beside them. 
   "I love you." said Mulder. "We're right here, remember that."
   Samantha lay on the couch silently, hands by her side. 
   "Alright, let's begin...Samantha, I want you to close your eyes and think
   of a place where you've been, that made you feel very happy...Can you do
   that?" asked the doctor. Samantha nodded. "What do you see?" he asked. 
   "I see grass, and leaves, and flowers." she said.
   "Where are you...are you at the park?" asked the doctor.
   "No, Nana's house!" she said sharply. "Daddy's old house...in
   Mass---atchets."
   "Massachusetts? Do you like it there?" asked the doctor. "Are you in
   her yard."
   "Yes...she has pretty flowers in the yard...but I can't pick them,
   because mommy said no...so I play in them."
   "Do you dream of her flowers, Samantha?"
   "No... I try sometimes, but I can't." she replied.
   "What do you dream about when you go to sleep?" the doctor asked.
   "I donno... stuff..." she said.
   "Okay, sweetie, I want you to think about all the *stuff* you dream
   about...I want you to think only of the dreams. Are you doing that?"
   "Uh huh," she uttered.
   "Now, I'm going to count to ten slowly, each time I say a number,
   you'll get sleepier and sleepier and when I reach 10, you'll be in your
   deepest sleep. You will be able to hear me and answer me and when I'm
   finally done I will snap my fingers and you will awake. Is that
   understood?"
   "Yes..." said Samantha softly.
   The doctor counted, slowly and as predicted, she fell into deep sleep.
   "10," he said. "Samantha...do you hear me?"
   "Yes..." she said.
   "Can you tell me where you are?" he asked.
   Samantha's eyes moved from side to side behind her closed eyelids.
   "I'm in the bedroom." she answered.
   "In your bedroom?" asked the doctor.
   "No... the little girl's bedroom." replied Sam.
   Mulder sat up straight.
   "Which little girl is that? A friend's bedroom?" he asked.
   "No...I don't know her name...but she knows me...she says she's
   very *close* to me." answered Sam.
   "What does she look like? Can you see her?" he asked, writing down
   something on his pad of paper.
   "Yes, I can see her. She's on her bed. She's pretty...with long brown
   hair...she has on pajamas...like mine." Samantha's hands moved across
   her body, as if showing off her own clothing. 
   "Is she saying anything to you right now?" asked the doctor.
   "No...she's very sad. She's afraid." she answered.
   "What is she afraid of?" he asked.
   "She's afraid that she won't come back to see her parents...
   she misses her brother too."
   "Where is it she thinks she won't come back from?"
   "She won't tell me. She can't." she replied.
   "Why can't she?" asked the doctor. Samantha didn't respond. "Samantha,
   can you hear me? Why can't she?" Still no answer.
   "What's going on?" asked Scully with worry in her voice.
   "Samantha, I want you to answer me...I'm going to snap my fingers now..."
   The doctor was about to snap his fingers.
   "FOX...FOX..." she cried loudly.
   Mulder got off his seat and knelt down next to Samantha.
   "FOX...Don't let them take me away..." Samantha started screaming.
   "NO!" She began kicking and moving frantically. Scully and the doctor
   restrained her, while Mulder looked at her.
   "SAMANTHA!" Mulder finally said. "SAMANTHA...IT'S FOX..."
   "FOX!...FOX, WHY CAN'T YOU HELP ME!" she cried. 
   "I can't move...I want to help you...but 'they' won't let me..." Mulder
   told her.
   "NO! I don't want to go. FOX...!"
   "I know you didn't...But, they told me that you'd be okay...that you
   would come back some day, unharmed." said Mulder.
   "I'm scared... Fox!" she said.
   "I know you are... But, remember that I love you, and that I
   *won't* stop looking for you."
   Samantha's body went limp. She was still in deep sleep. Dr. Verber
   continued with the session. "Samantha, can you hear me?" he asked
   shakingly.
   "Yes..." she answered. "My nana's garden is so pretty...you should
   come with us sometime."
   "I think I just might." he said and snapped his fingers.
   Samantha opened her eyes and looked at her father, who had tears in
   his eyes.
   "Daddy, don't cry." she said as she climbed off the couch and onto
   his lap. "You'll get to go to Mass-atchets again, to see Nana."
   "And you know what...I can't wait to go." he remarked giving her a kiss
   on the cheek. Mulder looked at Scully and held his little girl in
   his arms. "You're safe now, Samantha. The nightmare is over for you."
 
 
   Fine.