Inbox prompts “touch” and “puppy”, from @xf-fan1993 and @xfilesobsession - thank you for the words, lovelies! –
In her dream, the pounding is thousands upon thousands of hooves, sending dust clouds swirling around her so that she’s gasping and retching and clutching her throat. And the pounding is a drum, rippling dark and deep in the pulse of her blood. And the pounding is the rhythmic, cyclical birth and death and rebirth of the universe, and the pounding is in her ears, and the pounding is a fist against her apartment door.
Even before she’s fully awake, Scully knows that it’s Mulder.
How’s the saying go? Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, won’t get fooled again. Fool me a third time and… well, the second time didn’t really count because, I mean, man, didn’t he look dead?