Overweighted
Chapter Three
By RocketMan

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"My eyes have seen all this, my ears have heard and understood it.
What you know, I also know. . ."
--Job 13:1-2
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I can feel her here near me.

Her heart and blood are the same as mine, this woman I thought was Helen
Keller's ghost. She is sleeping and dreaming of me, she is tired and
wishing I was there with her.

I wish I was there with her too.

I'm cold. The floor is too hard.

~~~~~

"Scully?"

She stirred and her eyes slipped open suddenly, letting in the meager
light from the bathroom.

He was standing above her, his face old looking before his shave, and
his eyes dull in the dimness.

"I'm awake," she mumbled.

He nodded and went back into the bathroom, leaving her to find reality.

Her head was confused this morning; she couldn't seem to remember what
had happened or why she and Mulder were in the same room. Odd dreams
were plaguing her.

She sat up and stared around the room, licking her lips because they
were dry and rubbing her forehead.

Mulder came back out and took one look at her and smiled.

"You okay?"

She glanced up at him with an almost timid look and sighed.
"Mulder . . . I really have no idea."

He sat down on her bed and couldn't help grinning. "Wasn't it good for
you?"

She looked horrified and he burst into laughter, making her hit him
hard.

"What are you messing around for?" she said, scowling.

"Sorry, too good to pass up."

"Seriously, though, Mulder. I can't . . . I can't, oh."

Her face cleared and she frowned. "Emily . . . and this girl."

Mulder sighed and nodded, then moved to stand.

"Mulder, what would you say if I told you I thought I knew where she
was?"

He whipped around, then stood very still as if moving would break her
courage.

"What do you mean, you think you know where she is?"

Scully licked her bottom lip and curled up on the bed, sighing. "Never
mind, I just had some odd dreams."

"Scully . . . I need to tell you something."

She was lying on the bed, looking up at him from the side and wishing he
weren't so tall because it ached her eyes to crane that far.

"The little girl, Helen, that's missing, is supposedly . . . well, I
think she can associate with people's minds."

Scully jerked up, feeling her heart beat painfully slow in comparison to
the adrenaline surging through her.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the blind woman who had that connection with her father
because he had murdered her mother?"

Scully nodded carefully.

"Well, some of the teachers at the institute said that Jane Phelps and
Helen had a special bond, one so odd that once when Helen had fallen
down some stairs, Jane had known the instant it had happened."

"So what are you saying Mulder?" Scully could feel things sliding into
place, into places where she didn't want to go.

"I think your dreams might be her attempt to connect with you, Scully.
If she is . . . if she is . . . it would make sense."

She sat there, feeling stunned and sick and wishing this had never
happened to her.

"Mulder . . . " She whimpered and buried her head into her hands,
wanting to fall right through the floor.

He didn't move to touch her and she was grateful for his gift of
dignity.

"You drive. I'll point it out." she finally whispered.

~~~~~

My dark place is big and sometimes, I can feel sun, so I think it's
bright, but my eyes don't work so I can't tell.

I can feel lots of dust crawling on my skin like bugs and a few actual
creatures managed to make their presence known to me. I also think I
felt a mouse brush by my hands. They're tied together and if I try to
move them into a more comfortable spot, I fall over. I don't move; I
don't want mice crawling over my face.

I'm hungry and my stomach moves around in me, making itself known too.
But most of all, I'm thirsty, and my lips are cracked and dry.

I don't know exactly why I'm here. I've heard them speaking about
things, about killing me, but they think I can help them with something,
or someone. I hear their fury at each other, I see their faces twisting
in rage, I hear them wishing they had not made me.

They made me.

How could they do that? My parents . . . I don't know my family except
for what Jane said.

I hope, oh please, don't let Jane be gone. I can't see her anymore, I
can't hear her soft voice in my head . . .

Please don't let Jane be gone.

How could they make me?

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"Okay, this street?"

"Scully, can you be a bit more postive than that?"

"No." she said shortly. "I can't help it Mulder. All I got were little
snatches of real things. Most of it was feelings."

"Feelings?"

"She's cold."

~~~~~

I shiver again and suddenly, the not-ghost of Helen Keller is very close
to me.

Very close, this woman near me, near my blood and body.

I reach out my mind ears and I can hear her being mad, being sad, I can
see her hands twist on the door handle and I want to talk to her.

I want her to find me.

What happened to Jane?

~~~~~

"Mulder!"

"What!"

"Here. Turn here."

"But you said not --"

"Do it, Mulder!"

The car spun out a bit as he wrenched the steering wheel and she held
tightly to the door, praying silently that somehow this was right. Even
if she might never explain it, she wanted it to be right, for Mulder to
be right.

She was cold.

~~~~~

When the building came to her, it was like a huge monolith, blazonly
declaring its occupants.

"That's it, Mulder. That's it."

"Okay." he said softly and looked at her again, his forehead wrinkling
up.

"Is she doing it right now?"

Scully's eyes were tightly closed and she clamped her hands around his
upper arm to silence him.

Then she jerked out of the car.

"Scully!" he yelled and scrambled out himself.

"It's just her. No one else."

"How do you know that for sure? She's blind and deaf, Scully."

Dana said nothing and simply walked over to the door and began opening
it.

He ran after her and kept her covered with his gun, just in case.

It was bright and sun speckled in the building, its dark metal girders
given a shine in the direct beam of nine o'clock morning. Scully was
standing in the middle of the place, her face contorted in a look
somewhere between bitter disappointment and confusion.

"Mulder? Where is she?"

He shrugged and slowly twisted around, his eyes peering into the more
darker areas of the corners.

And then he saw a small figure, huddled tightly into a ball and so very
still.

He ran through the sun shafts and felt her coming behind him. The little
thing shifted and her face turned to the place where they were.

Her blonde hair was matted and bloody, her eyes dark and liquidy, but he
could tell that there was something very wrong in their shape.

He slowed and crept very carefully up to her, crouching down next to her
and offering a hand, hoping she would not be afraid.

Her hands shot out and grabbed his possessively, her fingers moving over
his palm in an effort to speak in her own language, while still tied by
abrading packing twine.

Scully stood off at the side, watching and hurting and not able to come
closer.

Mulder reached down and gathered the little girl to him, holding her as
she franticly signed, her fingers traveling anywhere and everywhere to
convey her message. He slipped the string off and her hands twisted.

He wished he could communicate with her. He knew the letters of his name
and that was about it.

She was trembling in his arms and making frightened animal noises that
sounded to him like a puppy caught in a bear trap.

He took her fingers and stood up, then managed to spell out his name
into her palm, stroking her hair as he did so.

"Scully?" he called and looked to see her with her arms crossed, doubt
on her face.

"She's not Emily. She's not the same."

"No, not really. But she looks . . . she looks almost exactly the same."

Scully's head tilted and he could see she was biting her bottom lip.

"She's cold," she said sadly and came forward, pushing off her own
jacket to drape around the girl's shoulders.

Helen smiled then and leaned forward, as if reaching out for Scully to
hold her.

A pause and then Dana took her in her arms and cradled her there.

~~~~~
end chapter three
adios
RM