Transcending

Part 1

by Trycee

Sequel to the story, Transmission.

TimeLine: 2011, post IWTB.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

Mulder could feel a pressing on his chest as he lay asleep trapped in his dream. He tried to scream out, scream out Scully's name but nothing came but images, flashes of burning buildings, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes with buildings toppled over and flattened. The images changed so quickly like a projection against his eyelids. He was paralyzed as each second another image appeared before him with thousands dead from disease, famine, and war. The images slowed to a crawl settling on a scene of death. He could see the flies landing on the corpses as they lay out as far as anyone could see...dead bodies, some burnt to a crisp, while others began to change...change from humans into something...non-human.

"AHHHHH!", Mulder screamed, jumping up from the bed.

Scully bolted up and grabbed Mulder around the waist as he bumped into his dresser, frightened, his heart racing a mile a minute. He was covered in sweat and his pupils were dilated as Scully searched his face. "Mulder? Mulder?", she said gently at first but when he didn't respond. "MULDER!", she said, louder.

With a swift motion, he grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms, weeping into her neck. She stood there as long as she could trying to hold him up but he was heavy and so she managed to walk him over to the bed but Mulder shook his head feverishly. "NO!", he choked out.

"It's okay...", she said, running her arm along his waist. "Let's sit on the couch, okay?"

He nodded as they walked into the living room with Scully switching on lights as they went. Mulder plopped down on the couch and Scully covered him with a heavy throw they would curl up in as they sat watching the fireplace. She immediately went to the kitchen and began warming up the tea kettle. After a few minutes she returned with two tea cups. She sat them down on the coffee table and sat down next to him. He immediately pulled her close to him. His hand was heavy as he pressed her head against his chest. She could feel his heart returning to normal and she then glanced up into his frightened eyes. "Mulder?", she said, as a question like she always did.

Mulder was quiet for a few moments as they sat with only a lamp lighting the living room casting an eerie glow around the room. Finally he swallowed and looked her in the eyes. "It was so real...", he choked out. "I saw...so much death, destruction, Scully...I saw birds falling out of the skies in mass with their necks broken..."

"That happened already, last year...beginning at New Year's, all around the world...", she said so quietly she wasn't sure she had spoken it out loud.

"I know...but I saw why they all fell to the ground like that...it was an invisible alien mother-ship they had crashed into...I saw the fish in the sea being poisoned by them...I saw them killing off certain species of animals, Scully...I saw them flying in the sky right in front of the floods that crashed into Japan...I saw them involved in all the recent events from the earthquake in Haiti and Japan to all the natural disasters we keep seeing on the news..."

"Like the recent earthquake, floods and hurricane here?", she said, softly.

He shook his head yes. "They're destroying us..."

"It was just a dream...", she said, kissing his lips softly. "It was a dream...you're mind is just piecing together all these events..."

Mulder shook his head. "I don't think so, Scully..."

She reached over to the coffee table and grabbed up his cup. "Drink it...Please..."

Mulder locked eyes with Scully and she reached out and touched his face with her other hand. "Please for me..."

He grabbed the cup and sipped the lukewarm liquid. She watched as he emptied the cup. She reached out and wiped a dribble of tea down his five o'clock shadow creeping across his chin. She could see he was visibly disturbed and so she leaned back against the armrest of the couch and motioned for Mulder to lay against her. He smiled but wedged himself between her and the couch, knowing he could never lay flat on her like she could him. He laid his head against her chest, listening to her intake of air. She smoothed the blanket over them and listened as Mulder cried silently against her as tears trickled down to her bare skin uncovered by her nightgown. She kissed his head and rubbed her fingers alongside of his jawline and arms. After awhile she could feel him grow still against her. She sat starting at the lamp until she too drifted off to sleep.

Scully could barely hear the alarm from in the living room but she bolted up forgetting that Mulder was asleep on her chest. He grabbed for his head and then shook himself awake. "What's wrong?"

"My alarm," she said, quietly. "I have to go to work..."

Mulder stood up and walked towards the bedroom with Scully close behind him. They both walked into the bathroom and Mulder lifted the toilet seat and began to empty his bladder as Scully stripped out her nightclothes, a silk lacy camisole and shorts. She tossed the clothes into the hamper and turned to see Mulder staring at her. She smiled shyly, surprised that after all these years he would still be interested in seeing her naked. He flushed the toilet and grabbed her up and pressed her against him as he kissed her deeply. "I love you so much..."

Scully blushed a pale pink and kissed him back as his hands wandered up and down her body. "Mulder!", she said, pushing away. "I've got to get there and with traffic, I have to leave soon..."

Mulder frowned and reluctantly released her. He watched as she stepped into the shower, a sly grin on her face as she closed the shower door with Mulder still standing there, looking disappointed.

"I'll start the coffee..." he said, finally and walked out down the hall and into the kitchen. He open the coffee pot and filled it with water and coffee grinds and then he went about trying to make a edible breakfast for the both of them. He smiled to himself, so many times had he attempted to cook something, anything other than heating up a can of soup but he still could dial for a pizza better than he could cook. Whenever he would try to cook for Scully, she would simply take over but he knew she was tired after his outburst throughout the night and he wanted to surprise her. Cooking eggs weren't that hard, right?, he asked himself. But the images from his dream kept creeping back into his mind. He tried to shrugged off the dream as he listened to the steamy hot coffee drip into the pot. But it was too real, he thought to himself. He stood there lost in memory until the fire alarm sounded off and then he scrambled over to the hot skillet sparking with blackened butter. Scully appeared in the kitchen, a towel in her hand as she dried the ends of her hair.

"Mulder!", she sighed, heavily. "I thought we agreed you'd make toast, tea and coffee...", she said, snatching the pan out of his hands and dumping it into sink. "Now I have to buy another pan...again..."

"I didn't burn the coffee...", he said, innocently.

She shot him one of her dangerous Scully glares and he threw up his hands in surrender. "Okay...I promise I won't try to make you a nice breakfast again..."

"Thank You," she said, grabbing up eggs, cracking them open and quickly scrambling them as Mulder watched.

"I make a mean canned soup and hot dogs...", Mulder added, as she plated up their eggs with a piece of toast.

Scully kissed his forehead as he sat on the bar stool at the kitchen counter. She then walked around and sat next to him as they ate in silence. The house phone rang and they both shot a glance at each other. Not many people had their land-line number and they were always leery whenever it rang. Scully raised to answer it but Mulder gave her a look and she sat back down. He picked up the receiver, expecting bad news because only Scully's family ever called the house-phone. He wasn't sure why he thought it might be bad news but he pressed the phone to his ear and said hello. "Mulder?", a voice asked.

"Yes?"

"Is Dana there? Its Monica..."

His sullen demeanor suddenly changed and a smile crossed his lips. "You scared us calling the house phone...no one, and I mean no one calls us on this..."

"Oh!", Monica chuckled. "Sorry...I didn't have Dana's cell phone number with me..."

"Hold on...", he said, handing the phone to a confused Scully. "It's Monica..."

Scully was slightly relieved but still alarmed. "Monica? What's wrong?"

"Actually, I was calling to see if you both were all right...I had a dream last night..."

"Oh?"

"It involved you two...and William..."

Scully glanced over to Mulder and then turned back to the phone. "What was it?"

"I saw destruction...lots of it...and I had this heavy feeling that you both were involved somehow and that it all centered around William...that's all it was..."

Scully licked her lips. "I'm about to go into work...I'll call you back when I get there and we can go over it in more detail...It'll take me over an hour to get to work...so about an hour and a half, I call you back?"

"Okay...talk to you soon...", Monica said, hanging up.

Scully placed the phone down on the receiver and turned back to Mulder. He was standing behind her. "Everything OK?", he asked.

"Yeah..."

Mulder's eyebrows raised. He could tell she was hiding something. She walked quickly over to the counter and grabbed up their plates. Mulder snatched them out of her hands. "Go get ready...I'll do this...", he said, heading for the kitchen.

Scully hurried to her very own office, grabbing up her briefcase and everything she would need for work including her white doctor's coat. She walked back into the kitchen where Mulder was loading the dishwasher and she kissed him on the lips. "I'll call you and let you know I made it there safely..."

"You promise...", he said, looking her in the eyes.

"Yes...I told you I would for now on...", she sighed. "What are you going to do?"

Mulder shrugged. "I'm gonna do a little work in the garden..."

She smiled. She never would have ever pegged Mulder for being a gardener, but years of isolation before and after the Father Joe case where he was forgiven by the FBI had left him with too much time on his hands with nothing to do but clip newspaper headlines. And since Mulder wasn't much of a handyman, he had tried his hand at gardening and was surprised that he could make something grow. He would joke that he was his own one-man Kibbutz. It still surprised her to see another side of this brilliant man...a more gentler side. Another quick peck on the cheek and she was out the door. Mulder watched her as she drove up to the gate and unchained it and then re chaining it before pulling off onto the dirt road for the long drive to Our Lady of Sorrows.

Mulder walked over to his office and then sat down at his desk. He couldn't get the dream out of his head. He began to write down each and every vision he had just a few hours ago. Maybe, he thought, it was a message...

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