April 21, 1999

Disclaimer: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and the X-Files do not belong to me. Jessica does thought.

Summary: Picking up where Jessica left off, we find that some of our fears can be spoken without words. Take a peek into the minds and souls of Fox and Dana.

Archive: anywhere just tell me and don't change it. Thanks

Author’s note: I did this after someone said that I should write a sequel to Jessica. Jessica was a story that I wrote while working on two other stories. Just like this. I was working on my newest series ‘The Chronicles of Queen Christine Apollo’. This is the first story that I’ve written exactly like this, and I hope to write more like this.

Also: My prayers are with the High School Students in Colorado. I wrote this pretty much after finding out that 15 people died there.

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I’m so tired I can’t sleep,

Standin’ on the edge of somethin’ much to deep,

Funny how it feels so much,

But I can not say a word,

Screamin’ on the inside but can not be heard.

And I will remember you,

Will you remember me?

Don’t let your life pass you by,

We’ve got all the memories.

So afraid to love you,

More afraid to lose,

Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me chose.

Where once there was a darkness,

A deep and endless night,

You gave me everything you had,

Oh, you gave me light.

And I will remember you,

Will you remember me?

Don’t let your life pass you by,

We’ve got all the memories.

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The water cascaded down his body, creating little rivers that swelled and moved as he did. The water hid the tears of anguish and pain that ran down his face like tiny waterfalls.

How hard it was to watch her. To see the fear and questions in her eyes. He wanted nothing to do but quell her fears and tell her that this time they wouldn’t win, but he couldn’t. He knew that no matter what he did the shadow forces could and would always destroy something close to them.

The water stopped and he climbed out. Drying his body off, he dressed in blue jeans and a navy blue T-shirt. Sticking a bowl of noodles in the microwave, he began reading the paper that had come this morning from the Lone Gunman. There was a knock at his door just as he was about to sit down and eat his noodles.

He opened the front door, surprised to see his partner standing there, "Dana,"

He let her into the apartment. Following her to the couch, wondering what was wrong but not daring to ask her what it was till she spoke.

"She’s gone," she whispered before looking at him. Without thinking he pulled her to him and onto his lap.

Days of tension and worry reached its peak and she began to cry. Burying her face in his chest, she sobbed. Whole body shaking sobs mixed with questions of why and swears of revenge. Mumbling incoherent words and sentences into his shirt.

While sobs racked her body, he whispered a prayer and comforted the woman before him. Tears slid down his face for the second time that night as his heart was ripped from his body.

After what was minutes that seemed like hours, her sobs subsided. She stay there for a time before moving. She pulled back her upper body and raised her head to look at him.

His marvelous brown eyes were closed and the dry tear stream’s were the only evidence that he had been crying. His large beautiful nose was slightly red and was running just slightly. Lifting her hand, she traced his full pouting lips and wiped his nose. His hair was messy and the longer strands reached down below his eyebrows.

At her touch his eyes opened. He had been sleeping lightly, listening to her breathing was comforting to the large man. His eyes locked with hers the instant they opened. He could see that there was more to the news that she had been the barer of just minutes before. Something that was deeper then the death of the little girl she had been told was hers.

Lifting a hand her touched her cheek, and she nuzzled it. Pressing back against the hand that steadied her in the end. The hand of the person who would understand her questions and fears. His rough, deep voice invaded her thoughts, "What is it, Dana?"

Dana. That touched her heart more than anything. How was she going to tell the man before her that the young girl they had stayed with every night for two weeks was actually the daughter that he would never know? How could she give him a gift that would send him soaring but would kill him at the same time?

He was so taken with her eyes. They were a crystal blue that turned green right around the iris, and they held a secret that he saw could kill him. The blue stood out against her skin, just like her hair did. The pale skin that made her beautiful and tired looking at the same time. And then her lips, the full thinness of them could incite any man, drive any male coworker to impure thoughts about the lovely agent. The agent that undoubtedly belonged to the man in the basement as well as the overlooked work that she was assigned to.

He was acutely aware of her breathing. Of the way her skin made a rasping sound as her shirt brushed against it. Of the way he could see the beginning of a swell of breast as her chest fell. The way her cross kept drawing his attention to her body. The sound was comforting, rocking him to sleep like his mother did when he was young.

"The DNA test came back," She said her voice barely audible and cracking. Clearing her throat she took a breath before continuing. "The test was a positive match on me,"

"Oh Dana." He was, moving to hug her again.

"and for you too." She finished, watching his face. The reaction that she expected was not there. His face was blank for a moment before he pulled her close again, tucking her head under his chin.

Jessica, his daughter. How odd that sounded but somewhere deep inside he had known all along. Ofcourse that would create her of their blood, why not? This would be an effective bargaining tool. A way to rein both of the FBI’s most dangerous agents. The ones who could uncover everything that they had worked so hard to cover up and hide.