88,000 words
Over the years, his dreams had slowly mutated from Samantha’s abduction to visions of Them taking Scully. For over twelve years when the moon was at its highest, she was his stability, his guard from the horrors that haunted him each time his eyes closed. Now, as he sits in the car on this bridge, watching helplessly as the craft hovers above the only woman he’s ever truly loved, he can only hope and pray that whatever they do to her, they’ll do the same to him because the physical pain from their brutal instruments is nothing compared to the emotional pain of her absence – or of his failure to save her.
His world is nothing without her in it. He resolved himself to that a long time ago.
Post My Struggle II
!character death (but I can't remember who!)
