TITLE: Gaelige Briongloid


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DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere Just keep my name and let me know so I can visit....

SPOILER WARNING: No spoilers so far, but a knowledge of the series is useful

RATING: PG-13 (nothing too bad)


SUMMARY: A dream is a wish your heart makes....or is it?

DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully and The X-Files are not mine. If they were, I'd be rich, but alas I am not. Also, anything else you recognize in here is not mine....Please don't sue.

AUTHORS NOTES: This story takes place today but for the purpose of this story, season 8 and 9 have not happened. Mulder and Scully are just doing what they used to do in this. Also, there is no baby or pregnancy....as a matter of fact, Mulder and Scully haven't gotten together....yet. Hee hee


Her green eyes focused on the children playing on the basketball court in front of her. She looked at the children's faces finally coming to rest on a little girl running around trying to take the ball from her opponents. She smiled a sad smile as she took in the young girls curly red hair and sparkling green eyes. They reminded her of a time that used to be, the person that she used to be.

A tear formed in her right eye as she watched the girl run and laugh. She wished that she was still so carefree. She wished that the things that haunted her had never come to pass. She wished she was normal.

Seaside Christian School

February 26

10:45 am

"Mollie! What are you doing out here? I've been looking all over campus for you!"

Mollie looked up from where she had been sitting near the basketball court and locked eyes with her best friend, Leila Hagan.

Mollie wiped the tear tracks from her face and looked back at the children.

"What are you doing out here? We were supposed to study together last period. Mollie...have you been crying?" Leila sat down next to her on the picnic bench and dropped her backpack into the dead leaves on the ground.

Mollie looked down at the drab navy blue uniform skirt and began to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle.

"Are you O.K. Mollie?" Leila put her hand on Mollie's shoulder. "Are you having those dreams again?"

Mollie could hear the worry in Leila's voice and looked up into her eyes, a fake smile plastered to her face. How could she tell her that the dreams had never stopped but now they were even worse, and worse yet, Tommy was in them.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I can handle it." She said her first words of the day with a slight Irish lilt to her voice.

"Don't give me that shi...crap!" Leila stopped talking and turned away as a teacher walked over to them. Mollie could tell

Leila was blushing over the prospect of almost cursing in front of the teacher.

"Girls, don't you have someplace to be? Like, maybe, class?" The teacher rudely smirked.

"Yes Ms. Rose. We are so sorry and we'll be going right now." Leila grabbed her bag and yanked Mollie off the bench. She ran up the stairs leading to the front of the school and darted inside, pulling Mollie in with her.

"Ugh, I hate that woman!" Leila sighed. "Girls, do you have somewhere to be?" She imitated the teacher and Mollie smiled.

"Oh my God! Did Mollie O'Brien just smile?" Leila teased. "I haven't seen that in forever!"

A short bark of laughter erupted out of Mollie as they made their way to their next class, Anatomy, Mollie's favorite.

"Stop Mollie, you're going to give me a heart attack if you keep acting happy!" Leila said in response to Mollie's laugh.

They stepped inside the classroom just as the tardy bell rang.

2 weeks later

FBI Hoover Building.

Basement Office

The dark room was suddenly brightened as the picture of a bloodied body of a young male flashed onto the screen.

"Oh my God." Scully sighed as she took in the horrific sight on the screen. "Who is he?"

"His name is Thomas Kilpatrick, a 22 year old male that lived in Jacksonville, Florida. His body was found two days ago in the wooded area behind his house. No one had even known he was missing until a friend of his, Mollie O'Brien stumbled upon his body."

The screen flashed again this time revealing a picture of a young woman, no more than 18 years old. She was quite beautiful in Scully's eyes. Long curly red hair, not so much the color of her own but a dark rich red. She had pale skin sprinkled lightly with freckles, but it was her eyes that really caught Scully's attention. They were a deep green but had no sparkle to them whatsoever. They looked troubled, haunted. The smile that was on the girls lips didn't reach her eyes.

"She looks so sad." Scully whispered, unsure if Mulder had heard her or not. Apparently he had because he started speaking as Scully looked at the picture.

"Yes, she has every right to be. She's been through a hell of a lot for someone so young. Her parents moved here 20 years ago and settled in Jacksonville, Florida. Mollie was born 2 years later. When Mollie was 10 she and her mother and some friends went on a boating vacation. Her mother and four others were killed when a storm suddenly hit where they were. Mollie was the only one to survive. Apparently she kind of just drifted around for a day or two in the Atlantic until coast guard picked her up." Mulder took a breath before he went on. "Then when she was 15 a whole lot started happening. Her Aunt B.B, Uncle Henry, Uncle Phil, and Uncle Edward all died within three months. Mollie was close to all of them as well. It seemed like everything had stopped but just this January her grandfather, Andrew O'Brien, was killed in a freak snow storm in South Georgia while he was driving home. Now Thomas has been killed." Mulder finished and handed the file to Scully who opened it and started reading.

"So you think what? Aliens?" She smiled to herself.

"No, I don't think that at all." He responded and flicked the slide projector off momentarily plunging the office into darkness. He flipped on the light and looked over at Scully. She raised her eyebrow at him signaling for him to explain what he thought. When he didn't say anything she asked what was on her mind.

"So you think Mollie is killing these people?"

"Well, she is always around right before or after they die, but again no, I don't think that either." He shrugged.

"Then what do you think, Mulder?" She sighed.

He could tell she was exasperated but he wasn't exactly sure what to think. He wasn't going to let her know that though otherwise she probably wouldn't go with him to Florida. He lifted a finger and pointed it at her.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Scully let out a heavy breath. "So I guess we're off to Jacksonville then, huh?"

He just smiled, grabbed their coats and headed out the door leaving her standing in the middle of the office.

Chapter 1

The moonlight bounces off the ocean surrounding the cliff where she stands. She feels so calm, so very tranquil. She looks around at her surroundings. The moon casts an eerie glow on the grass below her bare feet making it seem unearthly. She spies something gleaming on the ground near her foot and bends to pick it up. It is a very simple, yet elegant gold cross necklace.

She furrows her brows at it. She has never seen it before, yet she feels a strange connection to it. It is just a normal cross, but somehow it is special, she can feel that much. She closes her hand around it and shuts her eyes. Suddenly a hand touches her shoulder. She gasps and turns around quickly, dropping the necklace. A sob catches in her throat as she recognizes the all to familiar face of the person that had just touched her shoulder.

"Tommy!" She cries as she flings her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder. She breathes in the scent of him, savoring it. God, how she has missed him. Realizing that he hasn't said anything yet, she turns her face up to meet his gray eyes. The wind ruffles his blonde hair and she pushes it away from his face. His eyes burn into hers and he quickly captures her lips with his. She gasps in surprise and straightens, but soon she relaxes and meets his kiss with the same explosive passion. They part and their labored breathing is the only sound she can hear. He touches her cheek with his hand and runs his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Mollie." He breathes.

Whatever he had been about to say is interrupted by a scream as his body melts before her eyes. It takes her only a moment to realize the scream is coming from herself. She watches in horror as his beautiful features are suddenly burning and melting away. His eyes look at her in confusion, as if asking her why she is screaming. He opens his mouth to say something but no words come. Her eyes widen as he begins to transform from the scary abomination into a woman, a woman with fiery red hair that flows down her back. The wind picks up and she is suddenly caught in a turbulent whirlwind. The woman stares at her unwaveringly, her eyes gleaming with hatred. Mollie looks down as the ground beneath her begins to crack and break away revealing a fiery pit below. She feels the flames lick at her legs through the thin material of her dress, the blue trim turning black with soot. The heat is unbearable. She can't breath, talk or scream, all she can do is feel, feel the heat and pain. She looks up at the woman that had previously been Tommy. The woman is still staring at her, but now she begins to laugh. A terrifying laugh that is only reserved for the insane. The ground gives way underneath Mollie and she begins falling. Falling through the broken ground and into the fire, never noticing the gleam of a gold cross that seems to be reaching out to her.

1131 Elmhurst Road

March 12

1:52 am.

Mollie awoke with a start, gasping and shaking. She wiped away the sweat that was freely running down her forehead. She ripped the blanket and comforter off her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed sitting up. She consciously slowed her breathing as she got up and quietly left the room. She made her way towards the bathroom, silently looking in her father's room making sure he was still asleep.

He was so she ran to the bathroom and closed the door, not making a sound. Once she was secluded in the bathroom, she allowed the sobs to overcome her. The tear streamed down her face and she slid to the floor. She pulled her knees up close to her chest and buried her face in her arms that she had rested on her knees. She wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight she thought as the first wave of nausea sneaked up on her.

Delta Flight 324

March 12

6:25 PM

Scully sighed as she pulled the small blanket over her arms. Why did they always have to keep these stupid planes so cold anyway? As if in answer to her question Mulder turned the air vent off of her and onto him. She looked at him and he smiled gently at her and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"You look miserable, Scully." He remarked

"Your powers of observation continue to astound me." She mumbled and looked at the stewardess heading towards them with a huge drink cart. If she got hit with that cart, she wasn't going to be responsible for any of her actions that followed.

"Scully, I am never wrong." He grinned a huge Cheshire grin and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh really? Then why did we just spend 4 hours at the airport when you said that they could have us on a plane at 2 this afternoon?" She looked at her watch. "It's 6:30 now, Mulder, not 2:00."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that the plane that we were supposed to be on was stuck in Atlanta because of bad weather? If that hadn't happened I would have been right. I can't control the weather like Hollman Hart did." He pointed out.

At the sound of that name Scully thought back to the case, and the cow that had forced Mulder to spend the night in her motel room, in the same bed as her. She shivered, but this time not from the cold.

"Would either of you like anything to drink?" The all-too-polite flight attendant asked, eyeing Mulder.

"Ummm...Sure. A Coca-Cola would be nice." Mulder replied looking at the blonde and smiling.

"No problem." The woman smiled flirtatiously and pulled out a can of soda and a cup of ice. "And for you, Miss."

"Water." Scully glared at her and took the water she held out as she continued looking at Mulder through her eyelashes.

"I hope you have a good flight. If you need anything just press the button. I'll be sure to be the one to help you." The woman smiled and walked passed adding extra swing to her hips.

"Oh goodie." Scully muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something?" Mulder poked her arm.

"No nothing." Scully said and took a swig of water. Why hadn't she asked for alcohol? This was going to be a long flight.

8:30 pm

And a long flight it had been. After being hit by the drink cart the second time Miss Flirtatious came by, Scully had fallen asleep. When she awoke, she was curled into a tight ball, her head resting on Mulder's shoulder. Luckily he was asleep as well so she saved herself the embarrasment of having to apologize. Of course, he probably wouldn't have minded but better safe than sorry.

Now they were headed towards downtown Jacksonville in their newly rented Ford Taurus. Why was it they always got Taurus' anyway?

"Scully, do you have any idea where I'm supposed to go from here? These damn one way roads are getting on my nerves."

Scully looked down at the road map she had purchased at the airport and told Mulder where to go. They were staying somewhere near the F.B.I headquarters, but Mulder wouldn't tell her the name of the place. Probably some hole in the wall roach motel. Imagine Scully's surprise as Mulder pulled into the parking lot next to a huge hotel. The Omni?

"Mulder what are we doing here?" Scully asked looking up at the building.

"Well, its right next door to the headquarters so I thought, why not. I mean, we aren't paying for it anyway." He smiled and undid his seatbelt. "I'll go check in if you park the car somewhere."

"Ok." Scully nodded and scooted over into the drivers seat as Mulder exited the car.

She found a space near the front door and pulled into it. She popped the trunk and went ahead and picked up both her and Mulder's duffle bags. As she entered the lobby she was struck at how beautiful the hotel really was. It had been a while since she had been in a fancy hotel that she had almost forgotten how nice they really were. A young man in a bellboy uniform walked over to her pulling a luggage cart.

"Would you like me to take your bags, ma'am?" He asked smiling.

"Sure." Scully handed the bags to the boy and walked towards the front desk, the boy following.

She spotted Mulder walking towards her. He held up two card keys and smiled. She grinned back as he stopped in front of her.

"Rooms 312 and 314. Connecting doors, cable tv with HBO and they have the little coffee pots in them." He handed her a key and guided her towards the elevators. When they reached their rooms they took their bags from the boy and Mulder gave him a tip. The boy smiled at them and winked at Scully and took off down the hall. Scully opened her door and entered her room. She sighed as she dropped her bag in the small closet to her left and walked over to the queen size bed and fell down on it. It was so soft. God, she could just fall asleep now and not wake up for a week. It was so quiet and peaceful and...

The connecting door slammed open and Mulder walked in, kicking off his shoes by the door. He jumped on the bed next to Scully and grabbed the remote to the t.v.

"Hey Scully, did you know that this place has an indoor heated pool? Hope you brought your bathing suit. Actually I hope its a bikini, wait no actually I hope you forgot it, that way you have to swim nude." He grinned down at her.

"Mulder what are you doing in my room?"

"I was bored. Thought you could use some company. Ooo...look a documentary on Atlantis." He stared at the television. He obviously wouldn't be leaving for a while.

She sighed. "I'm going to go take my shower." She said and rolled off the bed.

"O.K...I'll just be here." He said, never taking his eyes off the t.v.

Seaside Christian School

March 13


Leila popped her chewing gun and looked over at the empty desk next to her.

"Miss Hagan, get rid of that gum."

Leila looked up at the teacher and rolled her eyes. She got out of her desk and walked over to the trash can. She stuck a finger in her mouth and pulled out half of her gum and threw it in the trash can leaving the other half in her mouth for safe keeping. As she made her way back to her desk she looked up at the clock. 8:29. Mollie had exactly one minute to get to class. She hoped she was OK and made a mental list of reasons why Mollie wasn't at school yet. Mollie was never late to school, she loved it too much. She wasn't sick, she had talked to her the night before. Her dad wasn't having another spell because she had seen him driving that morning. There was only one reason why she would be late...the dreams were back.


Mollie turned off her car and turned around in her seat to get her bag out of the back seat. She sighed and took out her compact examining the dark circles under both her eyes. She dabbed another layer of concealer on the dark spots, sighing as it didn't help much more. Leila would see right through the facade she was planning on putting up and she hoped she wouldn't pressure her to talk about it. She really didn't think she could handle that right now. The image of Tommy looking at her, his eyes darkened with passion, flitted into her mind and tears welled up in her eyes.

"No!" She yelled. She wouldn't cry anymore. She had to be strong. She couldn't let anyone know what she was feeling. She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened the car door. She made her way up the stairs and showed her ID to the guard at the door. Finally she was at school, her safe place. The place where the dreams didn't haunt her because she was too busy thinking of other things. As she neared her classroom, she heard one of the students saying prayer.

They were already done with prayer requests? Was she really that late?

She listened to the girl saying all the requests to God. "...and for Mike to get a car and for Aaron and his girlfriend troubles and for Mollie and all her problems."

She heard a few people snicker at that and glared at them. She didn't have problems!

"Oh who are you kidding? You should be in a damn insane asylum." She thought bitterly.

When she heard the girl finish the prayer and the teacher say "Thank-you Anne.", Mollie walked into the room. She quietly took her seat next to Leila, who was looking at her, as were a few other students.

"Why are you late, Mollie?" Ms. Julian asked.

"I, uh, overslept." She lied and got out her Bible and text book. She had actually had very little sleep.

"You're tardy unexcused then. If you get one more, you're going to have a detention, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." Mollie said never looking at the teacher, never taking her eyes off her desk.

"OK then, everyone open up your books to page 164 and do the questions. I don't want to hear any talking." The teacher said as she sat down at her desk in the back of the classroom.

Mollie turned to the page and picked up her pencil. She was in the middle of answering the second question when a ball of paper landed in her lap. She picked it up and looked back at the teacher to make sure she wasn't watching before she opened it. There in Leila's handwriting was one question.

"Are they back?"

Mollie crumbled the paper and stuffed it in her bag before going back to her work. She wasn't going to answer Leila right now. Hopefully, Leila would just forget about it. Yea right.

Continued in Chapter 2