A Flower By RocketMan lbontger@wmcstations.com Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, Fox. The song is from John Denver, and written by John Henry. Distribute: Anywhere, I don't care. (hey that rhymes!) Ratings: P, MS friendship I think, it may change Auhtor's Notes: This is a dream and should be thought of creatively, not that it is weird. but you may think it is weird anyway. It probably will be. A Flower ===== "I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower I awoke with this: a flower in my hand" ===== Fox Mulder felt cold suddenly, his legs and arms quaked with it and he instinctively curled tighter in his sleep. He saw a meadow, warm and inviting, with flowers scattered in a pattern known only to God, and a figure, solitary, standing to his right. It was a woman: her hair was tossed by the wind and her eyes sparkled with a fervor he had never seen. She was a zealot for her cause and holding her arms to the sky as if it would rain down the answers to life. He looked up and saw black clouds and shivered as they covered the sun. She just might have the authority to call those raindrops down. He stared at her, trying to discern her features, but her face was now shadowed by the dark raincloud and he saw nothing. Then she began to speak and her words were like crystal flowing through his mind to touch briefly on a nerve or to caress a memory. He could not fathom what they meant, only that they were powerful words and she could do mighty things with them. And then her voice came to be understood by his mind and he heard and felt tears at her truthfulness. "I am against you, O destroying mountain, says the Lord, that destroys the whole earth; I will stretch out my hand against you, and roll you down from the crags, and make you a burned-out mountain." He stumbled away from her despairing words, covering his ears so that he didn't have to listen to her foretelling doom and destruction. The setting shifted and he was up high, in thin air, watching an eagle fly in low great arching swoops around him. Even though he did not turn around once, he could see her all the way around, even when he assumed she was behind him. He glanced down and saw a mountain made of his body, rocks and trees climbing the sides of him, and the mountain's spirit was his eyes. The eagle was the prophetess from the meadow and her wail was the eagle's screech. She would dip close and then soar high, always taunting him with the freedom she had. He watched in horror as a wind came from the clouds, made of swirling ice ane energy, and it sang through him, dislodging his minerals and sediments until he was vibrating with the wind's force. He was eroded and weathered until there was nothing left of him and his spirit was left naked before the howling of the wind. He closed his eyes and waited to be scalded by fierce cold winds, but it did not come. He opened his eyes and saw the eagle, perching on a rock near him, maybe even one of his rocks, and its eyes turned and stared into him. He was a burned-out mountain and she was a beautiful eagle -- what did she need of him? But as he lay there, his soul in full view, the eagle shifted and grew larger until it was no longer an eagle but human, a woman, and she was leaning toward him. Her lips moved and he heard her say his name and as she got closer he knew who she was. Dana Scully. Her red hair on fire and soft lips parted with the slight exhileration of flying high in thin air, she knelt beside him. A flower was in her pale hand and she touched it to his cheek. An energy seemed to gorw inside him and he felt strength return to his weary body. The words she had canted before were different and although he did not know them, he understood their meaning. She was telling him he would be all right. She was telling him to stop hiding from himself. She was giving him life back in her words, with her flower's touch. He sat up and took the flower, its bright blue petals like her eyes and he smiled and leaned forward, wanting to kiss her. He awoke suddenly, as he fell from the couch. He shook his head and cleared his eyes of sleep. He sighed at the dream and remembered what she had said, about hiding within the mountain to keep from seeing himself. Mulder sat down and glanced to the floor. There lay a flower, now a purple color in the dim light, beckoning him. He picked it up and felt the same rush of warmth and life. He peered into its depths and saw the bright blue of her eyes. And it was only a flower. End. Comments please. Adios RocketMan