TITLE: I Need You
AUTHOR: Samiam (Sampiper@aol.com)
RATING: G
ARCHIVE: Just tell me where to send the child support payments
FEEDBACK:  be brutal, this is what my insomnia lives for.
SPOILERS: very mild one for Trust No 1 (if you count giving away email 
accounts
as a spoiler)
CATAGORY: Angst, Sweet Angst.  Short and to the point.
DISCLAIMERS: Um yeah, you know what this is and you know the drill.
THANKS: To Dallas, my ever patient beta
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dontcha hate it when you aren't even allowed to lay down before
the muse grabs a bat and starts swinging.  I never wrote anything in 5 minutes
before.  Hell, it takes me longer than that to write a check.

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From: Queequag0925@hotmail.com

To: Trustno1@mail.com

Subject: I need you.

We thought we were so smart.  We thought you could 
hide indefinitely and they wouldn't be able to smoke 
you out.  An attempt on me, on William.  We planned 
for them all.   Planned a hundred different ways to 
facilitate your return or my departure. Every i was 
dotted, every t was crossed.   We thought the separation 
would only be temporary.  At least on that account, we 
were right.

We thought we knew it all, could anticipate everything.  

We were wrong.

We forgot one thing.  One very large thing.  The one 
thing we never considered, the one contingency we 
never planned for because it was the one thing we
never thought to expect.

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With long held back tears starting to fall, Scully pulls 
the handkerchief away from her face and stares at the 
damp cloth for a moment.  Clutching it tightly in her 
fist, she closes her eyes briefly and draws in a deep 
breath before turning back to the monitor before her ...

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Mulder, my nose is bleeding ...