From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@...   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into   
   season 8 only with a twist.   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing. I only own the elephant.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Progress: WIP   
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   come amico   
      
   Beautiful. Handsome.   
      
   Brown. Hazel.   
      
   Determined. Crying.   
      
   Playful. Energetic.   
      
   Passionate. Loving.   
      
   Joking. Teasing.   
      
   Professional. Strong.   
      
   Brave. Courageous.   
      
   Stupid. Idiotic.   
      
   Gentle. Soft.   
      
   Warm. Thoughtful.   
      
   Considerate. Giving.   
      
   Pain coursing through. Veins burning. Copper.   
      
   Ice cold. Hard floor. Tears burning.   
      
   Lethargic movement. Heavy eyes. Voices.   
      
   Organs shutting down. Shouting everywhere. Voices drowning.   
      
   Blue. Black and white. Paramedics.   
      
   Mulder.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   pauroso   
      
   "What happened out there?!" the loud voice demanded. "What the hell   
   happened?"   
      
   Skinner stood from his chair. The voice kept coming at him.   
      
   "This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be easy. In and   
   out. Who made the wrong call?"   
      
   "Nobody," Skinner tried to answer calmly. "the suspect surprised us.   
   Turns out he was a gang member. He had his buddies waiting."   
      
   "Did you catch them?"   
      
   "Yes, all of them. They're all going to jail for a very long time."   
      
   "They better. Otherwise I'm going to hunt them down," the voice still   
   sounded erratic. "How long's she been in surgery?"   
      
   "It's only been an hour, Mulder. The bullet barely missed her ribs   
   and many vital organs. They said she'd be in surgery for a few more   
   hours," he repeated what the doctor had told him. "She's in critical   
   condition."   
      
   "I want to talk to someone," Mulder demanded. "I need to know she's   
   okay."   
      
   "They can't tell us anything until she's out of surgery. You know   
   that, Mulder," Skinner reasoned.   
      
   Mulder stopped his pacing. His feet guided him in front of his boss.   
   Skinner had never seen him this angry before.   
      
   "Why the hell was she even out there? We weren't primary on the   
   case," he demanded to know.   
      
   "We needed more people. You'd already gone home and she came up to my   
   office to see if I had any new information on the case. That's when   
   the call came in," the taller man explained.   
      
   "She still shouldn't have been out there," Mulder muttered. He looked   
   about ready to hit someone. He glanced at the many doors surrounding   
   him. He ran his hands through his hair, his mind in turmoil.   
      
   He took off without warning down the hall he came through.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   ricordo   
      
   Laughter. His laughter. His sweet laughter. His laughter filled her   
   head.   
      
   Hazel eyes. Ugly looking ties. Beautiful white smile.   
      
   Bruised body. Tanned. Scarred.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   colpa   
      
   Mulder splashed cold water on his face, shocking his senses. He   
   leaned against the sink in the men's room, his eyes avoiding his   
   reflection.   
      
   It was his fault. He shouldn't have left early. If he wasn't still   
   mad at her, he wouldn't have left early. He would have convinced her   
   to play hooky for the rest of the day so they could have a start at   
   an early weekend.   
      
   He looked up to stare at his reflection.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   momentos bella   
      
   Late night talks and lovemaking. Hospital vigils. Carefree teasing.   
      
   Pizza and beer. Heartfelt talks. Baseball.   
      
   Gentle hands, healing almost with touch. Soft voices but firm.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   in lacrime   
      
   he couldn't afford to lose her. She meant too much to him than ever   
   before. He hadn't even told her he loved her yet. Off drugs at least.   
   He was sure she knew it but he needed her to hear the words.   
      
   Water drizzled down his face, landing audibly in the sink, at least   
   to his ears. His tears were mixed with them.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   non acorna   
      
   Brown curly hair and blue eyes. A beautiful white smile. A love for   
   sports like her father but the mind of her mother.   
      
   The proud father playing at the beach with his daughter. Laughter.   
   Always laughter. Watching from a distance.   
      
   Waves crashing and the sounds of children. A beeping noise speeding   
   up. Bright light.   
      
   "We're losing her. Get the defibrillator."   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   sviluppo   
      
   Mulder stood from his chair for what seemed to be the millionth time   
   in the last hour.   
      
   "I can't wait any more," he announced to Skinner. "I hate not   
   knowing. It's been three hours. They should be done by now."   
      
   And as if God answered his spoken prayer, he heard his name being   
   called.   
      
   "Are you Fox Mulder?"   
      
   Mulder turned around to see a doctor standing a few feet away.   
      
   "Yes, how is she?" he immediately asked.   
      
   "I'm Dr. Tancreta. I was Dana's surgeon." She shook Mulder's already   
   shaking hand. "Let's go into my office."   
      
   "Please, don't stale. You can tell me here. I can't wait any longer,"   
   he told her impatiently.   
      
   Dr. Tancreta cleared her throat. "Very well. We managed to remove the   
   bullet but we almost lost her on the table. We had to stitch up a   
   nick on her stomach from where the bullet passed. That was the only   
   major damage done."   
      
   Mulder could almost breathe again.   
      
   "However her body is still in considerable shock and she's still   
   listed as critical. She's under some pretty heavy medication so I   
   don't expect her to wake up tonight."   
      
   "But she'll be okay?"   
      
   Dr. Tancreta nodded. "Given a lot of time and rest and she'll be as   
   good as new."   
      
   "When I see her?"   
      
   "They're moving her into the ICU now. You can see her when she's   
   settled."   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   primo squardo   
      
   It took another hour before they let Mulder in to see her. Skinner   
   opted to stay behind.   
      
   Mulder almost couldn't force himself to go through the door. When was   
   the last time she'd been the one in the hospital anyway?   
      
   She looked so fragile lying there. Too many wires were hooked up to   
   her. He never did care to see them.   
      
   His feet made their way to the chair next to her bed. Her hand was   
   the first thing found. He couldn't keep the tears from falling.   
      
   Skinner rapped lightly on the door hours later so as not to startle   
   Mulder. He noted how slow the man was to answer the door but he kept   
   quiet.   
      
   "How's she doing?"   
      
   Mulder shut the door. "She's still asleep but the doctor said   
   everything is in order for now. She's as she should be."   
      
   Skinner nodded but didn't push the subject.   
      
   "It's late," Mulder pointed out. "Why don't you just go home? I'll be   
   here the rest of the night."   
      
   "Did you call her mother?"   
      
   "She's out of town. I'll inform her when she gets back."   
      
   Skinner bid the man goodnight before leaving down that same hallway.   
      
   o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o   
      
   risveglio   
      
   He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming.   
      
   Scully was caressing his face. He could vividly feel her hand running   
   through his hair.   
      
   "Mulder…"   
      
   He couldn't find her. He could hear her but he couldn't see her.   
      
   "Mulder, wake up." His shoulders were shaking. Someone was shaking   
   them.   
      
   He slowly opened his eyes. Was that sunlight?   
      
   "Mulder, it's morning. Time to wake up now." That was Skinner's voice.   
      
   "What time is it?"   
      
   "Past ten. She hasn't woken up yet. Her mother's on the way."   
      
      
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