Title: Healing Pt 2
Author: Daemoni
Rating: R or NC-17---depending on your view but NO MINORS. 
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Dana Scully, Monica 
Reyes, John Doggett, or Walter Skinner. They belong to Chris 
Carter, 1013 productions, and the Fox broadcasting. No 
permission, no profit. Lyrics to Seal?s Love?s Divine and 
Fleetwood Mac?s The Chain used without permission, as is 
everything else. 

Summary: Takes place three years after Healing. 

?Agent Reyes won?t be in for the rest of the week, she says she has 
the flu, is she ok? I don?t remember her ever missing this much 
time.? Skinner inquired of Agent Doggett.

?The flu musta really taken her out, she don?t get sick often.? 
Doggett responded. He wasn?t sure what was going on with 
Monica. She almost never gets sick, and when she does it is 
usually only for a day. She religiously gets her flu shot every year. 
He was worried it had been three days already and now she would 
be out for the rest of the week. Something was wrong, really 
wrong. This wasn?t like Monica. He had been trying to call her, 
but kept getting the answering machine. Agent Scully was on 
vacation so he couldn?t disturb her, but he was worried and dialed 
Scully?s cell just in case. No answer, what the hell was going on 
he wondered.

*--------------------------------------------------------------*

Monica?s head was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut and 
tried to steady her stomach, to no avail. She jumped up and barely 
made it to the toilet for what felt like the hundredth time this 
morning. She shakily made it back to sofa trying to block out the 
blur of scotch and Morley lights that her life had become. She 
cursed the day she ever met Dana Scully. She existed but she 
stopped living last Sunday night when Dana left. Now she 
desperately tries to drink and smoke the woman out of her mind, 
her pores, her every being. Monica wasn?t the type to drown her 
sorrows so to speak, but this piercing in her soul was more severe 
than any she had known before.  She knew something had been 
bothering Dana, she could sense it. She pulled a pillow over her 
head; she couldn?t think about this right now, she didn?t want to 
think about anything at all. 

 Damn it even the pillow smells like her. 

*----------------------------------------------------*

Dana eyes were stinging. For someone who didn?t like to show 
emotions, she was in no condition to control them. The pain 
reverberated through her soul, and there wasn?t anything she could 
do to make it go away. The involuntary tears came as she thought 
again about how perfect this would have been for her and Monica, 
the bed and breakfast was even named A Little Dream. 
*-----------------------------------------------------*

A loud pounding startled Monica out of her dream and back to the 
agonizing pain of reality. Who the hell is trying to beat my door 
down? ?Monica, you in there, it?s me John? Monica grunted and 
pulled the covers over her head. There was no way she was letting 
John in her house. One look at the empty scotch bottles and piled 
high ashtrays and he would know something was up. She wasn?t 
prepared to get into it all with him. She wasn?t even able to look at 
John let alone give him any explanation.  ?Monica, I know yer in 
there, yer trucks out front. Just let me in I want to make sure your 
ok, I won?t stay I promise.? Monica huffed and shifted she tried to 
ignore him.  ?Look just say sumtin it?s not like you to be so sick 
and, Agent Scully won?t answer her phone. I need to know yer 
ok.?   Monica?s heart shattered all over again at the mention of her 
name. Why did he have to say that? She jumped up off the sofa 
and swiftly approached the door. ?Look John, I don?t know what 
you don?t understand, I am sick. I don?t want to talk and I don?t 
want any company. I am going back to bed!? Monica snapped 
through the closed door, making her way back to the sofa( actually 
she could barely look at the bed, let alone think about laying in it 
since Dana left). She knew John was just concerned and it was 
sweet of him, but she couldn?t deal with anyone right now. She 
was having a hard enough time dealing with herself. She knew 
Dana was her soul mate. If she was sure of nothing else she was 
sure of that. How could Dana do this to her, to them? How could 
she just walk away, when all I could do was watch her leave? 

*--------------------------------------------*
Dana thought back to when she first entered the room last Monday 
evening. The sight almost dropped her to her knees, as she fell 
back against the door. She planned this vacation for her and 
Monica three months ago. All the arrangements were taken care of 
then. All the way down to the three dozen long stem roses, and the 
chilled Dom Perignon. It was supposed to be a romantic week 
away, a celebration of their love. She meant to surprise Monica 
with it last week, but that was before.  She had contemplated 
coming in the first place; then decided she needed to get as far 
away as possible. Since it was located in Maine and everything 
was already paid in advance it was the logical choice. She was just 
as sure now, as she was then; it had been a mistake a very big 
mistake. She fell on the bed crying uncontrollably her anguish 
taken over. She tried not to think about how the simple act of 
waking up with Monica?s breath on the back of her neck 
illuminated her soul. She knew Monica deserved more than she 
could ever give her. How could she look in those beautiful eyes 
and confess that her remission was over. That she was dying. She 
knew Monica would love her until the very end. She was after all 
the most beautiful, compassionate, loving, and giving woman to 
ever grace the face of the earth. This however, was too much to ask 
of even her. How could she lay all of that on her, weigh her down 
with the reality of her impeding death. She vowed to love Monica 
with all of her heart, and soul until time was no more. She would 
certainly be keeping that vow, but she understood that it was best 
for Monica for her to leave. Even if it meant hurting her, the end 
justified the means. Monica deserved someone who could spend 
the rest of their life with her, someone to grow old with, and 
someone who still had a life to live. She believed until last week 
that someone was her. She reached into her bag and pulled out her 
sleeping pills, she hated taking them, but she was unable to sleep at 
all if she didn?t. At least when she slept her turmoil ceased. She 
had a re-occurring dream though. She often dreamt that she was a 
blue jay alone in a beautiful open sunlit woodland area. She could 
not fully appreciate her surroundings due to her wounded wing; it 
had been broken leaving her susceptible to all of the enemies who 
inhabited the area. As she began her quest for nourishment she 
noticed a lovely small songbird approaching. The songbird 
delicately examined her wound, with a subtle sweep captured the 
blue jay in her mouth and flew them to the songbird?s nest inside a 
tree, where she lightly laid the wounded on the softest area of the 
nest.  The songbird went to the outside branch, hanging upside 
down catching insects in her mouth. When she has gathered 
enough she returned to the nest to feed the blue jay, this in addition 
to the mix of berries, seeds, and the tender way the songbird licked 
the wounded wing causes the blue jay to renew her strength. When 
the blue jay?s rejuvenation had become complete she ventured out 
to the branch beside the songbird, not wanting to leave her. The 
songbird?s love for her was evident not only by her actions but 
also the look in her eyes, the songbird placed her wing on the blue 
jay and some how they both united and became one. A large eagle 
flying out above the sea, two small birds becoming and existing as 
one, on a journey together determined to discover all of what lied 
before them. She knew the songbird was Monica and if this was 
the only tangible way to hold the cherished memories that now 
scorched her being, threatening to reduce her body and soul to ash, 
given the choice, she opt for the pills. She was exhausted, and she 
began to drift off thinking about how she longed to see her again, 
to bathe in her smile, she couldn?t help but wonder what Monica 
was doing, and how she was feeling. 
*-----------------------------------------------*
Monica sat lifelessly on her sofa, her terry cloth robe draped 
around her. The TV was on but the sound was down. 

Run in the shadows
Damn your love
Damn your lies
And if you don?t love me now
You will never love me again

The lyrics drifted out of the stereo speakers, scotch in one hand 
and a cigarette in the other. While her silent tears streamed down 
her face. The darkness penetrated her as if it were her very breath. 
She realized that the combination of the music, scotch, and 
smoking wasn?t making her any better but right now she could 
barely breathe, let alone bring herself to do anything constructive. 
Nothing made sense to her, she kept mulling over what exactly 
happened. She knew something had encumbered Dana, but she 
wasn?t sure what it was. She tried to talk to her. She told her that 
when she was ready they would talk about it; and no matter what it 
was they would get through it together. She had no idea that she 
was the problem. That Dana didn?t want her anymore. How could 
she just fall out of love with me like that? At the drop of a dime 
telling me the night before she was leaving to go on vacation for a 
week? Did she go alone? Was there someone else? Dana swore to 
me that she wasn?t involved with anyone. She even gave me that 
infamous line, ?it?s not you, it?s me.? What the hell does that 
mean anyway? She wondered. Yet there was something in Dana?s 
eyes, love, truth, and pain. Monica?s head hurt nothing about it 
made sense and she was so tired of thinking, examining it, 
analyzing it, looking at it forward, backward, and still not knowing 
anything more than when it first happened. She wanted to call her, 
to ask her, to try and make sense of it all, but she was never one for 
drunken dialing. If Dana wanted to talk to her she would call her. 
She would have to leave it up to her, since she was the one who 
ended it. Oh, how she wanted her to call, to declare her love, and 
admit her mistake. Monica felt her very being unraveling slowly 
with each breath. 
*-----------------------------------------*
Dana awoke her eyes were still stinging, and too heavy to open. 
She yearned to call her, to apologize profusely pleading for another 
chance. Just then she felt something wet, she reached up to wipe 
the blood from her nose again. This was how it all started, the 
night she had spent alone; Monica and John were away on a case. 
She awoke to dried blood on her nose and pillow. She had assumed 
that returning the chip caused the remission, but why now was that 
over? Her mind thought back to when it had first made itself 
known in her body so many years ago. She had described her 
cancer as an unannounced dark stranger who starts out as an 
invader only to become one with the invaded. How it was 
science?s equivalent of demon possession.  The x rays that she had 
requested from her doctor confirmed that the mass returned. Her 
diagnoses was the same a nasopharyngeal mass, that was 
inoperable due to it?s location between the superior conchea and 
the sinoidal sinus. Her prognosis was a little less than three months 
at the rate the tumor was growing. She remembered what Mulder?s 
funeral was like and she would be damned if she was going to put 
Monica through all of that. It was better this way even if it meant 
Monica would hate her. Dana?s body convulsed and shook. She 
believed she was doing what was best, but the forceful pain of 
leaving Monica was relentless. It was as if tentacles from the very 
depth of hell were reaching up to pull her down to the darkness 
beneath her. It was as if it was reflecting her past back upon her 
leaving her to face a truth she could no longer deny, she would die 
alone.

*----------------------------------------------*

The loud pounding on the door startled Monica awake. She had 
passed out on the sofa and was stiff. Her body and head ached as 
she walked to the over to see who was banging on her door. If it 
was John, God help him. Instead she saw AD Skinner through the 
peephole. She panicked; lucky for her she had sobered up while 
she slept. Unfortunately, she couldn?t bark and leave him out there 
like she did John. Yet she couldn?t very well let him in. ?Just a 
sec? she yelled out as she raced to get rid of all the empty bottles 
and full ashtrays, swiftly running a brush through her hair. After 
hiding everything and turning off the stereo she opened the door. 

?Agent Reyes, I apologize for not calling first, however I was 
uncertain as to whether you would answer.?

?Yeah, um I?ve been sick and not checking the machine.?

Skinner could smell the thick cloud of smoke, and by the looks of 
Agent Reyes it wasn?t the flu she was struggling with.?

?Monica, I need to talk to you.?  His voice turned 
uncharacteristically soft.

?What is it sir??  She motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa. 

?Well, it?s about Agent Scully.?

Monica?s heart hit the floor, and her body threatened to faint. She 
nodded for him to continue the mere mention of her name rendered 
her speechless. She took a seat in the chair.

?Well I received a very unsettling call from Dana, this morning. 
She requested a leave of absence. I am at a loss to understand why; 
she was abducted, as was Mulder who was later found dead, she 
was diagnosed with cancer, her sister was killed and she lost her 
daughter Emily, not once has she requested a leave, despite my 
advising her to so in each circumstance.? 

Monica?s eyes began water, the tears streaming down her cheeks 
despite her best efforts to hold them in. 

Skinner eyes were watery and it was the first time Monica had ever 
seen him this way. 

?I don?t know what to say? she managed to get out.

?It is not my intent to pry, but I am deeply concerned, for the both 
of you.? 

The look in his eyes was sincere. 

Oh no, he knows something happened, and he knows it is personal. 

Monica wasn?t sure how much more she could take of this, it was 
excruciating, just to listen, let alone try to talk about it. She also 
understood that it was necessary for him to know. He was the 
Assistant Director, and more than that he was a very close friend. 
If only he wasn?t her boss, she could avoid this a little longer like 
she did with John. 

?She?left.? She choked out, looking at anything but his eyes. 

?I know she is in Maine on vacation.?

?No, she left?.me.? it was almost inaudible. 

?I don?t understand. I was honored to be a part of your wedding. In 
all the years that I have known Dana, I have never seen her so 
alive, full of life as she is with you. I don?t know what to say, I 
don?t mean to be insensitive. Is there anything at all that I could do 
to help??

?No, but thank you? she whispered.

?If you think of anything, call me.?  He spoke tenderly as he made 
his way out the door. 

Monica fell into the closed door, sobbing.  She wasn?t sure how 
she was going to make it through this but the one thing she did 
realize was that drinking herself numb wasn?t working. She took a 
deep breath and headed to the shower, maybe a long hot shower 
would help. 

*--------------------------------------------*

Skinner headed toward air strip he already planned his flight when 
he hung up with Scully this morning; he wanted to stop by 
Monica?s first to confirm what he already suspected. Something 
was terribly wrong between the two of them. He knew where she 
was staying. When she had to put in for Monica?s time off she had 
to explain why she was requesting it and not Monica herself. She 
clarified that she had planned a surprise romantic week in Main, 
she left him with the necessary emergency contact information 
should he need to use it.  He was at a complete loss as to why she 
had chosen to go alone and more than that why Monica had no 
idea about the trip. Why would she leave the one person who truly 
made her happy? He knew how she was with Mulder, but that 
paled to say the least to what she had become with Monica. 
Something was gravely wrong and he was determined to get to the 
bottom of it, for both of their sakes. 

*----------------------------------------------*

Monica searched for something to watch on TV there was nothing 
on as usual. She put in her smurfs DVD that Dana bought her as a 
stocking stuffer one year. She hoped that would at least distract 
her. Unfortunately it only reminded her of her wife. She stretched 
out on the sofa with her blanket she fetched out of the closet when 
Skinner left, trying to will herself back to sleep. At least when she 
was asleep she didn?t have to think, the problem with that was that 
she only dreamt of Dana.

*----------------------------------------------*

Dana was startled at the knock on her door, who in the hell would 
be knocking on her door? 

It was Skinner. 

?Sir, what is it, why are you here??

?We need to talk.?

She could tell by the look in his eye that he knew something was 
wrong. 

?Come in?

He walked in noticing the three dozen roses strategically placed in 
the room, and the unopened bottle of champagne now sitting in a 
bucket of water.  He took a seat at the table unsure of how to 
begin.

?I am sorry to interrupt your vacation; however I am concerned 
with the situation you brought to my attention when you call this 
morning.? 

?You really didn?t have to come all the way up here sir, I only 
requested some time off.? Scully spoke through tight restrained 
features, bowing her head momentarily to shift her walls into 
place.

?You and I both know that, you have never requested time off 
regardless of the circumstances. Do you want to tell me what is 
going on??

?Nothing is going on sir; I just need a little time.? Scully reiterated 
in her best distant professional voice, almost with a matter of fact 
air. 

?I went to talk to Monica this morning; she doesn?t look good, 
hell, she looks like death. She wouldn?t say much.?

?She should have told you to mind your own damn business.? 
Scully snapped. She knew Skinner was only trying to help and that 
his heart was in the right place but damn him for hunting her down 
trying to make her talk about this.

Skinner knew Scully all too well, he knew she would become 
defensive, try to piss him off so he would leave and she wouldn?t 
have to tell him anything. He watched her do this throughout the 
years with him, Mulder, and anyone else who threatened to get too 
close to her. She even tried this with Monica at first; yet there was 
something different about how she opened up to her. This was one 
of the first things he noticed about the two of them. That was 
before he ever knew there was anything more than a friendship 
between them. Actually they hid it quite well, for a very long time. 

?I know what you are trying to do, but it?s not going to work. I am 
not leaving until you talk to me.?

?Why, why do you have to know anything at all?? Scully did not 
like the direction of this conversation, in fact she didn?t like any of 
this.

?I cannot even imagine what could cause you to request a leave of 
absence, nor can I begin to fathom what would cause you to leave 
Monica.? 

?I thought you said she didn?t tell you anything?? she said sharply. 

?I practically had to drag it out of her, but I would have known one 
look at her, the smell of scotch and stale smoke that filled the 
house.? 

Scully?s heart dropped and a lump lodged itself in her throat. She 
fought to hold back the tears, but that image of Monica was almost 
more than she could bear. She briefly felt the room begin to swim.

?It?s in her best interest that I did.? Scully?s head dropped and she 
let out a deep sigh.

?I don?t understand, why would you say that?? Skinner pleaded.

?You?ll just have to trust that I know what I am talking about.?

?Well quite frankly I don?t, I may not be a romantic, but I see how 
you are together. If there was anyone who was meant to for each 
other it would be you and her. 

Scully was touched by his honesty and the tenderness of his 
speech. 

Skinner?s eyes watered as he continued.

?Dana, please don?t make the same mistake that I did. I thought I 
needed to protect my wife. That by withholding a part of myself 
and my work I was doing what was best for her. Before I realized 
what had happened I had completely shut her out. When she filed 
for divorce I understood her reasons, but that doesn?t mean it 
didn?t hurt like hell. I still regret it until this day. I lost her, 
because I didn?t know how to open up to her.? 

The tears began to stream down Dana?s cheeks, she and Skinner 
were alike in the way that they almost never opened up to anyone, 
and that he was opening up to her now touched her all the more. 
She stared at the floor. 

?My remission is over? she whispered.

There was a moment of silence.

?I?um am sorry, is it ?the chip??

?No, the chip hasn?t been removed. The nose bleeds began again; I 
went in for x rays where it was confirmed. It is spreading rapidly 
my prognosis is less than three months. She preferred to just state 
the facts, which were difficult enough for her to get out.

?I am sorry. I had no idea, take as much time off as you need? but 
you have to tell her.?

She sobbed as her face twisted in pain, ?How can I tell her, what 
am I supposed to say to her? I love you and I?m dying??

?Just tell her the truth, she loves you and deserves to know.?
*----------------------------------------*

Monica looked out the peephole to see a very worried John 
Doggett standing on the other side.
 This time she opened the door. 

?Skinner called he wants you in Maine ASAP. His buddy got a 
charter plane, he?ll fly ya out, but we gotta go now.?

?John, slow down what is this all about?? Monica?s heart was 
racing, when did Skinner go to Maine? He was with Dana, that she 
was sure of but why was she being summoned? What did that 
mean? 

?Is Dana ok? What is wrong??

?He said she is ok, but wouldn?t tell me nuttin else, Monica this 
don?t make sense, none of it makes sense. I don?t understand what 
is going on.?

Monica grabbed her keys and her jacket and they were on their 
way. John took her to the plane and dropped her off, telling her not 
to worry. Even if he was worried himself, he didn?t know what all 
the cloak and dagger stuff was about.

The entire plane ride Monica?s stomach was in knots. She didn?t 
quite know what to think. She tried to concentrate, to use her gift 
to give her some indication of what was going on. The truth of the 
matter was that she was entirely too emotional to pick up on 
anything.

Skinner was waiting when they landed. 

?Thank you for coming Monica, I will take you the rest of the 
way.?

?What is all this about sir??

?I am afraid I can?t tell you anything, just that Dana needs to talk 
to you??

?But I don?t understand why didn?t she call me? Why isn?t she 
here??

?Like I said, I can?t tell you anything, but it will make sense when 
she tells you?

Monica couldn?t shake the feeling that Dana was in danger. Why 
else would all of this be going on? What does all of this mean for 
the two of them? 

The car ride was agonizing. Skinner remained silent, trying to hide 
something in his eyes. He scarcely looked in her general direction. 
When they pulled into the bed and breakfast Monica really didn?t 
know what to think. It?s not the type of place people usually go to 
alone.  Surely Skinner wouldn?t bring her all the way up here, for 
her to hear Dana found someone else. No he wouldn?t do that to 
her. 

She let them in. One look at her and Monica?s heart broke again. 
Dana looked like hell. She had lost an unbelievable amount of 
weight in almost a week. She didn?t need to loose any as it was. 
She stepped inside the room, and her head started to throb, what 
the hell was with the roses and the champagne? Well the 
champagne wasn?t opened, that was something, wasn?t it? 

Skinner excused himself.

?Monica, I need to talk to you, but I have to admit I am afraid.? 
She took Monica by the hands and sat her down, with tears in her 
eyes; Dana continued to stand pacing nervously in front of her.

?Dana, what is it, just tell me.? Her voice was shaky but calm.

?I made a terrible mistake, but I did so believing it was in your best 
interest.?

Monica nodded, to indicate she was listening, but remained silent. 

?It?s my?the?cancer?it?s back.? Dana admits through her tears.

?Oh? honey I am so sorry.? Monica said almost on autopilot as she 
found herself in a sudden state of despair. She wasn?t quite able to 
think or say anything else at the moment. 

Dana continued to weep.  Monica stood up and wrapped her arms 
around her allowing her head to rest on Dana?s neck.

?It will be all right, we will get through this together, you beat it 
before and you will beat it again.? 

?Mon, I have less than three months left.? She muttered.

Monica?s head was spinning, how in the world could this be 
happening. She thought back to when Dana?s mood changed, that 
must have been when she found out, but what brought it on? What 
was she going to do now? Whatever it was, they were going to do 
it together.  She fought back the urged to be pissed as hell that she 
would shut her out; but she knew that, that wasn?t going to make 
an already difficult situation any easier. 

?I will not accept that, we still have time to find another way.? Her 
tears were streaming down her face as she pulled Dana closer to 
her. 

?The chip is still intact, but my remission is over. It doesn?t make 
any sense.? Dana said through her sobbing.

?We will figure it out baby.?

Dana tightly closed her eyes reflecting about how good it felt to be 
in Monica?s arms again. She thought about how truly loving and 
understanding she was, and all of the other qualities that caused her 
to fall in love with her in the first place.

They remained standing there just holding each other as close as 
possible. They both were emotionally and physically drained.  The 
words echoed through Dana?s mind.
 
There the rainstorm came over me
And I felt my spirit break
I had lost all my belief you see
And realized my mistake
But time through a prayer to me
And all around me became still
I need love, love?s divine


They were both physically and mentally drained. Each of them 
were in deep thought, not really sure what to say to each other, just 
knowing that they needed one another, afraid to break contact. 
They got into bed naked, not that either of them was in any 
condition to participate in anything other than sleep. There was an 
almost frantic need to feel each other?s skin against their own.  To 
prove this was real, that they hadn?t lost each other. Monica lay on 
her back as Dana crawled on top of her; the brunette gently swept 
back her auburn hair as they held each other until they floated off 
to sleep. 

Monica awoke to a very soft sensual kisses on her lips. 

?Dana, please?I don?t ?? was all she could say.

Dana continued her soft kisses, her thumbs gently making patterns 
on Monica?s cheeks.

?I need you; please let me make love to you.? She breathed.

Monica?s body had no trouble responding to neither her kisses nor 
her touch.

?I don?t know?if this is?? The brunette tried again.

?Please? the redhead whispered continuing her soft sensual kisses, 
softly brushing the brunette?s hair behind her ear.  

?I love you Mon, gosh I love you so much? Dana whispered.

?Oh, baby I love you too?

Dana?s hands brushed down Monica?s ear, down her shoulders 
and back into the brunette?s hair. The redhead?s hands lightly 
traveled down to caress her wife?s breast, taking her time to cup, 
feel, and massage them. ?Mmm? Dana smiled and trailed her 
sensual kisses down the brunette?s neck, settling on her breast. She 
began to trace lazy circles with her tongue around her ample 
breast, her taut nipple, sending more heat through Monica?s body, 
as well as her own. The brunette arched her back at the sensation 
as the redhead began sucking and nipping on her nipple twisting 
her tongue around it, releasing it to glide down to the lower part of 
her breast, between her nipple and her rib cage. She knew it always 
drove Monica crazy and she loved being the one to do it. She took 
the lower part of her breast into her mouth and began to lick and 
suck on it.  Monica almost flew of the bed at the sensation. ?Mmm, 
she let out a throaty moan, as Dana continued sucking and nibbling 
on the lower part of her breast languidly moving her way down her 
abdomen. The redhead was determined to take her time, to 
demonstrate how much she truly loved her, and missed her. If that 
meant fighting back the urge to devour her quickly she would. 
Monica was having a strenuous time holding back her need as 
well. She knew and understood her wife, what it was that she was 
trying to convey to her through her love making.

 ?Oh ?she whimpered as Dana?s tongue found its way between her 
legs, gradually making its way inside her. Her mouth taking in her 
labia, tenderly sucking, softly grazing over her with her teeth ?Oh 
Dae? Monica let out a deep whisper. Her tongue entered deep 
inside then back slowly licking her entrance, and then made its 
way to her swollen clit circling it, caressing it. Monica threw her 
head back, her desire and need consuming her, as the redhead slid 
her fingers inside of her stroking her slowly and deep at first., 
matching the brunette?s own rhythm as her strokes quickened and 
deepened she added another finger while her thumb circled the 
brunette?s clit. Dana made her way up Monica without breaking 
intimate contact, and kissed her deeply, until the brunette clamped 
down on her fingers, she looked deep into her eyes watching as her 
wife came. Monica took Dana in her arms and hugged her trying 
her best to fuse their bodies together. They laid there in each 
other?s embrace for quite some time. When the brunette was ready 
she began to make love to her wife, taking her time, pouring every 
ounce of her love into each touch. She kissed Dana softly, from her 
ear down along the back of her neck, her arms, her hands, down to 
her fingertips. She took her fingertips into her mouth and began to 
twisting her tongue around them. 

?Oh Mon? Dana moaned.

Monica worked her way back to Dana?s breast showering them 
with all of the attention her mouth could give. She then noticed her 
wife?s legs parting in anticipation. Not one to disappoint the love 
of her life, she made her way down.  She rested her hands on the 
bed on each side of the redhead?s hips, hovering over her blazing 
centre. She flipped her hair over so that the length was dangling 
above her lover?s passion. She seductively, gently lowered her 
head so that her hair fell against her wife?s bottom. She raised her 
head allowing   her hair to brush slowly up and down against 
Dana?s centre. It was one of the most erotic things the redhead had 
ever experienced.

?Mmm, Oh, Mon? Dana let out a throaty moan.  

She continued this until she was certain that the redhead could 
barely stand it any longer, she then delicately allowed her tongue 
to enter her wife, tenderly licking and sucking her.  She continued 
to slowly, passionately make love to Dana?s centre until her wife 
released into her mouth. She positioned herself above the redhead 
placing the side of her hip against her wife?s clit, the wetness and 
heat covered the brunette?s bare skin. She slid her hip from side to 
side allowing for just the right amount of pressure while increasing 
the rhythm. 

?Mmm, Mon? The redhead groaned, Monica?s hip felt so good 
against her and she was sure her heart was about to burst at the 
thought of not loosing her wife, but also in response to the love 
they were making. They both knew and understood each other 
beyond words, what the other was thinking, desiring, and needing. 


Dana?s was bucking and panting; she loved they way her wife 
made love to her. She began grinding herself against Monica?s hip. 
Her need to unite their bodies was consuming her. She frantically 
bucked and continued to grind until she fiercely came. She allowed 
herself time to recover before getting up to go to the bathroom. She 
stared at herself in the mirror for sometime, noticing that she had 
dark circles under her eyes, as did Monica, she thought. She 
couldn?t help but smile, despite the deep circles and loss of weight 
in her face Monica still made it glow.    When she came back out 
the brunette was waiting outside the door. She took the redhead in 
her arms and began to passionately kiss her, while guiding her; the 
brunette lifted her wife up against the wall and continued to kiss 
her deeply. Dana wrapped her legs around her lover?s waist and 
her hands on her shoulders, Monica continued to kiss and suck her 
wife?s mouth and neck as she slid her long lean fingers inside of 
Dana, sliding them in and out, deepening the stroke and quickening 
her pace until her wife?s violent orgasm came. Monica continued 
to hold her and kiss while eventually making her way to the bed, 
gently laying the redhead down, and then laying down beside her, 
pulling her lover into her embrace.

?Fuck, whew, damn? was all Dana could get out. Her breath was 
gone, and she wouldn?t try to speak for sometime. Instead she 
melted into her lover?s arms until it was time to shower and check 
out. 
*----------------------------------------------*


Monica decided that she would drive them to the airport. During 
the drive they had plenty of time to talk about things. Dana was 
explaining about the room, how it was planned so long ago as a 
surprise for her, but then when she learned of her cancer decided to 
go alone.

?Dana, honey, I cannot begin to know how you felt when that 
happened. Nor can I say I know what you?re feeling now, but you 
cannot continue to make decisions for the both of us out of your 
need to protect me. I am your wife you cannot keep shutting me 
out.?

?Mon, I made a mistake I already admitted that. I only made that 
decision because I love you. I didn?t want you to have to watch me 
die. I wanted you to be able to move on and find someone to share 
the rest of your life with. I wanted give you life, not death.?

?I know, but it isn?t your decision to make alone. That is what I am 
trying to say. You have no idea how much it means to me that you 
would be willing to make that sacrifice, however, it is a decision 
that we would need to make together. I do not want to find 
someone else Dana; you are and will continue to be the only one 
for me. You are my imzadi, my soul mate, the love of my life, and 
I do not want you to continue to decide these things on your own. I 
am not going to bend, or break. I can handle it.? Monica said 
through her tears.

?Oh Mon, I know, but you have no idea how difficult it was when 
Mulder died, all the calls, the arrangements, the emotions, the 
funeral. It took all of my strength to be able to stand. I could not 
bear to put you through that.? 

?It grieves me to know that you had to go through that, but I refuse 
to believe that we will not find a cure. We will come through this 
together.? Monica said.
*----------------------------------------*

After arriving home Monica called Skinner and made all the 
necessary arrangements to take a leave of absences as well. He 
understood her need to be at her wife?s side during this difficult 
time in their lives. He extended the same generosity to her as he 
did Dana, reassuring her that everything would be fine, and to take 
as much time as she needed. He would take care of things on his 
end.
 
Monica spent her days combing through every X files case she 
could. She searched desperately for something, a clue, anything 
that could lead to healing Dana. She spent a great part of her 
nights, after her wife fell asleep searching the internet for any 
possibility. Despite her love?s pleading for her to come back to bed 
in the middle of the night after she would awake to the loss of 
Monica?s presence. 

Monica was desperate to find a way, any way that would save 
Dana?s life. She had even pulled out the boxes of case files that 
Mulder had stashed away at Dana?s old house, which also had 
made their way to their house. She was in the process of digging 
through them when this time she found an unofficial folder stashed 
away in the bottom of the box. The ?case file? chronicled an 
investigation into some crops circles and a reunion meeting 
between her wife and an ex lover. Monica?s mind drifted back to 
the time when she and Dana talked about passed loves, the good, 
the ok, and the horrible. She remembered the conversation about 
Daniel Waterston how he was her professor, the affair that took 
place and how she still regretted it. It was a mistake, a big mistake 
that never should have happened; she ended it and accepted the 
position with the FBI. For that Monica would have to admit she 
was grateful, since that was where she met the love of her life. 
Besides she couldn?t fault her wife for making a terrible decision 
in the relationship field, after all she had Brad Follmer in her past 
and that was nothing to be proud of.  This case file was unlike the 
others, it was written more in the form of a personal journal. She 
felt a little uneasy at first reading something so personal, that Dana 
hadn?t shared with her, but then again she was on a mission and 
the clock was ticking.  She becomes rapt in what she is reading. 
How that Mulder insisted that she deliver some crop circles 
pictures to a woman who was affiliated with American Taoist 
Healing Center no less and how that led to such a profound 
personal discovery.
She had refused to accompany Mulder on his trip to England to 
follow computer generated predictions of crop circles. They had 
been separated on occasion during cases but even the time Dana 
ended up with a tattoo, she told Mulder no, but relented. This case 
however she flat out refused to go with him. Apparently out of 
some sense of guilt and obligation she agreed to drop the 
information off, Monica thought. She continued to read how Scully 
was first put off by the woman that Mulder sent her to. Hmm that 
is not surprising considering how she reacted when I first met her, 
Monica thought. 

 She read how Scully had sense that Daniel Waterston, who lay in 
the hospital with a serious heart condition, was dying of something 
more serious than anyone had realized. That Scully had no 
scientific proof, or analysis to back her up, but that she strongly 
knew it, even if she couldn?t prove it.  This led her back to Colleen 
Azar, the woman who she met earlier at Mulder?s request to 
inquire what this might actually mean.  Colleen began to explain 
that when the body holds in pain there is a need for healing, either 
physically, mentally, or spiritually, holding on to guilt, shame, and 
fear creates in us an imbalance. Colleen illustrated this point 
further by telling Scully of her experience. She was a physicist 
working 80+ hours a week, believing she was happy, when in 
reality she had become cut off from the world, she was involved 
with Carol but was afraid to come out for fear of how everyone 
around her would react. She remained in the closet but was 
diagnosed with cancer. It was that diagnoses that caused her to 
meet a healer who showed her what her disease really was. When 
she began releasing her shame and telling the truth her cancer went 
into remission. Scully entered a Buddhist temple, she knelt and 
began to have a vision, her life passing before her eyes and then 
she saw Daniel lying transparent, floating in white light; however 
it was black where his heart was, she could hear it beating loudly. 
She opened her eyes and the vision was over.  Scully brought a 
healer into his room and performed a healing ceremony over him.  
The healer believed that his condition was due to the channels in 
his body not being able to function properly. That they were 
blocked, and if he could unblock them his body would begin to 
heal itself. It worked and his healing began even if Daniel refused 
to believe that the ceremony had anything to do with it. Outside of 
the hospital Scully caught up with the tall dark haired woman, she 
reached up and grabbed her shoulder, the woman turns to face her 
and whispers it?s not time yet and disappears before her very eyes. 
Scully has no explanation of how this happened. The tall dark 
haired woman appeared several times throughout the case, saving, 
and guiding Scully along her path.

Monica?s mind was reeling, after reading all of this, how could 
Dana be so willing to let her go and just give up? There was hope 
and here was the proof. Monica was just going to have to admit to 
her that she read it and that they were going to have a healer 
perform a ceremony for Dana. Why wouldn?t she want to pursue 
this?  For now, she would just get back into bed and snuggle up 
with her wife.

?Mmm? the redhead moaned and curled up next to her.  The 
brunette smiled and wrapped herself up into her and relaxed. She 
was still so excited that she found a cure, it took sometime for her 
mind to completely shut down allowing her the sleep she so 
desperately needed.

The sunlight beaming into the room awoke Monica; her mind had 
no trouble picking up where it left off. She carefully got out from 
under her lover?s embrace and up from the bed. She was 
determined to research holistic healers. She quietly made her way 
out to the sofa where she had left her laptop and the unofficial case 
file.  She began her research when Dana sleepily walked out. 
?Come back to bed.? 

?I will in a minute.? Monica offered. She knew she wouldn?t 
though; she had too much work to do, with it being Sunday she 
would have more time to investigate a course of action. 

?That is what you always say, but never do.? Dana said rather 
flatly.

?I have just been busy that is all.? The brunette reassured.

?I know, and appreciate what you are trying to do, but you also 
need to take care of yourself. Mon, don?t get sick trying to find a 
cure for me.? The doctor in her wife was coming to surface. 

?I will be fine.? Monica insisted.

?Ok, well if I can?t persuade you back to bed, then I am putting on 
some coffee. I might as well stay up now.? Dana said somewhat 
annoyed that this had taken preeminence in her wife?s life. It 
touched her beyond words that her lover would do this for her, but 
at the same time she still wanted them to have a relationship 
together. This was consuming Monica and she didn?t want her 
ending up sick over it.  Just then Dana glanced over and saw the 
case file. 

?What the hell is that doing out here??  Dana asked suddenly 
sounding quite pissed.

?Baby, I am sorry I know it is personal but I found it while I was 
combing through the old files you have stashed away. Besides, I 
think there might be some useful information in there to help us.? 
Monica intended to approach her with the information, not for her 
to find out this way.

?There is nothing in there that can help us.? Dana sighed and 
lowered her head.

?How can you say that? This is full of information about 
alternative healing.? Monica?s voiced raised a little, she couldn?t 
understand why she wouldn?t at least give it a chance. ?It?s worth 
a try? the brunette lowered her voice again to a pleading.

Dana looked defeated as she slumped into the sofa beside her 
beautifully concerned wife. She spoke in between sighs, almost at 
the volume of a whisper. ?When the nose bleeds re-occurred I was 
somewhat taken aback. It was as if my mind was anesthetized. My 
first thoughts, concerns were for you. What affect this would have 
on you. I could not bring myself to weigh you down with my 
condition, to be the one to drain your life force from you as this 
cancer is doing to me. I essentially sought out answers. After the x 
rays confirmed what I already knew to be true I sought other 
avenues. I remembered this case file and reread it myself hoping 
against hope that I could find a way to spare you from this horrid 
reality. I underwent a holistic healing ceremony to which the 
outcome was unsuccessful.? She trailed off. 

Monica?s heart fell to the floor. Her mind was spiraling how could 
Dana have hid this from her? Then she remembered that it was just 
like Dana Scully to try and protect her at whatever means 
necessary. She did in fact walk away from their marriage in 
erroneous attempt to shield her from the pain of watching her die. 
Even with the full knowledge that Monica would have it no other 
way. That she would utilize all of her abilities in finding a cure for 
her. 

?I don?t know what to say? Monica said fighting back the tears.

?I know baby, and it?s ok? Dana offered suddenly feeling weak, as 
small trickles of blood began to make their way down from her 
nose. 

?Oh, my gosh? Monica reached over and wiped the blood with her 
hand; she stood up and looked in the direction of the phone when 
her lover stopped her.

?Don?t, I will be fine.? The redhead stated.

?Honey, baby, you?re sick; you need to have that checked out.? 
The brunette reassured.

?No, there is nothing they can do from here on out. I don?t want to 
spend my last days in a hospital, Mon promise that you won?t 
make me? Dana?s eyes were watery as she pleaded with her wife.

?But Dae, there might be something they could do.? Monica 
begged.

Dana smiled a big warm smile and for a brief moment her eyes 
regained some of the old spark. Monica didn?t call her Dae often 
but when she did it melted her. 

?Please Mon; there is nothing they can do. I have already 
exhausted all the options with my doctor I don?t want to die in a 
hospital, promise me you won?t let them do that to me. Promise 
me.? 

?Ok I won?t let that happen, but you are not going to die. I will not 
let that happened either.? Monica spoke adamantly. 

Monica picked her wife up in her arms, carried her and gently laid 
her back in bed.  She kissed her forehead and went into the 
bathroom, where she wet the corner of a hand towel and reentered 
the bedroom. She lightly began to clean the blood from her wife?s 
nose and lip, drying it with the other end of the towel. She was 
more determined now than ever that she would find a way. She 
would die first before she allowed this cancer to take Dana away 
from her. Monica stayed with her and stroked her hair until she 
drifted back to sleep. The brunette made her way back to her 
laptop to continue her research.
*----------------------------------------------*

Monica had purchased various healing crystals each one significant 
for their healing benefits. An aquamarine, citrine, sapphire, coral, 
and emerald, she soaked them and gave them to her wife 
instructing her on their purpose as well as how to use them. 

Dana?s condition was worsening, and she was growing tired of 
Monica dragging her from one alternative healer to the next. Some 
days she would be in a number of places listening to men and 
women who proclaimed to hold the lost secrets of ancient healers. 
The forms of treatment varied, Qi, herbal remedies, healing foods, 
sounds, oils, aromatherapy, reflexology, reiki, and countless other 
beliefs. The devastating fact remained, Dana?s body continued to 
deteriorate. Her loss of appetite, and energy were beginning to take 
their toll on her and she was unsure as to how much more of this 
she could physically withstand. She loved her wife. She 
understood that it was only Monica?s love for her that set her on 
this quest to find a cure. This was the sole reason Dana went with 
her. When the end would inevitably come for her, Dana would be 
able to pass from this life to what waited for her in the next 
understanding that Monica would find comfort in knowing that she 
did everything she could for her. This would be the last gift Dana 
would be able to give to her. A silent tear fell from her eye at the 
realization that the future would hold no more, birthdays, 
anniversaries, valentines, or Christmas days for her to shower 
Monica in her love. She eased into bed. Her body was wearing thin 
and she was forced to yield to frequent naps. Monica came in to 
check on her, asking if there was anything she could get her or do 
for her. Dana just smiled and closed her eyes. Monica waited until 
she was asleep before she slowly headed back to her papers, cases, 
and laptop. As she was researching she was quickly taken over by 
a severe dizziness and nausea causing her to lay her head on the 
table. The overpowering sense of need felt as though it would rip 
through her. Her experiences with her gift had sometimes caused 
pain, depending on the severity of the circumstance, but she had 
never experienced urgency like this before. It was a simple 
message, call Jenn. Monica was at a loss. She hadn?t seen or 
spoken to Jenn since their break up three years ago. What would be 
so urgent that would cause her gift to respond that way? She had 
long ago concluded that it was best not to question. To follow 
through with whatever her instincts were telling her. It would all 
make sense to her in the end, and it always did. She had to contact 
a mutual friend of theirs to get Jenn?s number. She no longer 
remembered it and even if she did, who?s to say it would still be 
the same one. The brunette showered and arranged a meeting with 
her ex. She understood that Dana would most likely be upset, not 
because she didn?t trust her, but because she hated anyone to know 
anything personal about her. She especially wouldn?t be found of 
Monica spilling the details of her returning cancer to her ex 
girlfriend.   

Monica left Dana a brief note and met Jenn at the coffee shop on 
the corner.  When she arrived Jenn was already sitting at a table 
and had ordered Monica her favorite coffee. 

?That is what you were going to order, isn?t it?? Jenn asked 
playfully.

?Well yes, but you didn?t have to.? Monica smiled. She noticed 
that Jenn still looked at her the same way she did when they were 
together. Surely she couldn?t still be in love with her after all this 
time. 

?So, other than being married and hunting monsters, what have 
you been up to??  Jenn teased.

Monica?s faced turned serious, ?Well, my wife is the reason why I 
am here or the present condition she is in, I should say.? 

Jenn quickly changed her tone to serious as well. ?What is it??

Monica filled Jenn in on how Dana?s cancer had returned what the 
diagnosis and the prognosis were. How she desperately sought a 
way to reverse the cancer since the doctors had given up any hope 
at all. 

Jenn was quiet for sometime then she began to speak carefully. ?I 
know you said she attended a holistic healing ceremony, but have 
you tried a healing service at a church?? 

?Church?I don?t know they don?t seem to welcome people like 
us.? 

?I completely understand why you feel that way. It is true, the 
church in general has done very little to extend its hand to us. 
There are decent ministers and pastors out there who believe in 
treating everyone equally without any discrimination. Any way 
this is not supposed to be a sermon, just a place you might want to 
look, that you probably wouldn?t have chosen to.  If your wife is a 
sick as you say she is, what is it going to hurt to try??

Monica couldn?t argue. ?I guess you?re right, it couldn?t hurt.?

?Tell me something Monica, did you call me because of your 
gift?? Jenn asked.

?Yes? Monica would have to hand it to her, Jenn was no dummy. 

?Well, if your gift was sending you here, wouldn?t it make sense 
that I would have an answer for you??  Jenn asked.

?I guess.? Monica answered not really sure what to believe.

Jenn handed Monica a card, it had the address of the church and 
the days and times they held healing service. ?I am not saying you 
need to join the church or anything like that, just give it a chance.?  
Jenn said as she got up to leave. ?It was good to see you again 
Monica, hopefully the next time it will be under more pleasant 
circumstances.? She smiled and walked out. 

Monica knew Jenn wasn?t being offensive and that she did have a 
point, what did she have to loose by attending a service. It wasn?t 
that Monica didn?t necessarily believe that there was a God out 
there; somehow working in their lives, what she did have a 
problem with was organized religion and what it promoted. 

When she returned home Dana was watching TV and drinking 
coffee. 

?How?d your visit with Jenn go?? Dana asked still somewhat 
unsure of what was going on. She knew it was nothing to be 
worried about her wife wouldn?t stray, she was just didn?t have all 
the facts yet.

?It was interesting to say the least.? Monica said deep in thought. 

?Ok?.? Dana waited, she would not push her.

?Well, it all started after you fell asleep. I had a severe, urgent 
feeling to call Jenn. To explain to her what was going on with you 
and see if she had any answers. Normally, I wouldn?t have 
followed through but I knew this meant something. I had to and I 
hope you can understand that.? 

Dana fought back the urge to be indignant; she preferred to keep 
her personal life personal. She believed Monica and understood 
that it was her gift; she knew Monica would never do anything like 
this under normal circumstances.

?What did she have to say?? the redhead asked trying to remain 
open and calm. 

?She thinks we should attend a healing service at a church she has 
attended once or twice, but speaks highly of; she gave me a card 
that has all the information on it.? Monica explained.

?She knew she was talking to you right?? Dana teased. She knew 
very well what Monica?s thoughts were on church. The redhead 
had to admit she had a point in some areas, however she couldn?t 
deny her faith and what it had meant to her through the years. 
Monica never asked her too, and she deeply respected her for that.

?Yes, she knew who she was talking to? Monica teasingly rolled 
her eyes before becoming serious again. ?She had a point, it 
wouldn?t hurt to try, baby.?

Dana let out a deep breath. ?No, I suppose it wouldn?t. When is 
it??

?Tonight at 7? Monica answered.

?Talk about cutting it close.? Dana replied

?I know honey, I wish I could make this gift work on my own time 
schedule, unfortunately I haven?t quite mastered that? the brunette 
affectionately replied.

?No, I am sorry that is not what I meant. It is just that it happens to 
be tonight was all I was trying to say. We still have plenty of time; 
I?ll make some more coffee.?

?No don?t get up, I?ll make it.?

?Monica, I can still make coffee, I am not helpless.?

?Baby, I know, that?s not what I meant, and it?s just that I am 
already standing.?

Dana rolled her eyes in her mind. She wouldn?t physically do it, 
because she didn?t want to hurt the brunette?s feelings. She hated 
what the cancer was doing to her body; she was always the strong 
resilient one. She did not like the feeling that she was vulnerable, 
and fragile. She knew it had nothing to do with Monica per se, it 
was her issues with her image and how she wanted to be perceived. 

They sat drinking coffee, talking and laughing, both were too 
apprehensive to discuss their reservations about the service tonight, 
they were afraid that in voicing their fears that it could have an 
adverse effect on the other.

Dana stepped into the bathroom adjusting the temperature of the 
water. She was somewhat apprehensive about attending this 
service. She had witnessed some strange things that had to do with 
churches in her past with Mulder. She highly doubted this would 
be anything like the Catholic services she was used to. She let the 
hot water run over her neck and shoulders releasing the tension in 
her muscles. She reminded herself that it was Monica?s 
extrasensory gift that led them down this path to begin with and 
she had learned to trust in her abilities. She finished washing up 
and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. Monica was standing 
there with the biggest, grin on her face. After being married for a 
couple of years, the brunette was still so excitingly turned on at the 
sight of her wife?s naked body. 

Dana smiled, ?Something wrong, Agent Reyes?? 

?Um, I think am in need of some medical attention, Dr. Scully.? 
Monica teased.

?What are your symptoms?? Dana asked with a raised eyebrow 
and a smile. 

?Heart palpitations, feverish, irregular breathing, and a throbbing 
in my lower region? Monica giggled. 

Dana walked over feigning to read Monica?s pulse. ?I think you 
will be ok for now, however I will have to check on you later to be 
sure that none of your symptoms have worsened. Dana giggled. 

?I?ll hold you to that doctor.? Monica sighed and made her way to 
the shower. She quickly showered and got dressed. She did not 
want them to be late. 

The arrived at the address on the card, the church was a small one 
located in a bad part of town. It was a run down old building that 
was in need of repairs. They made their way in and sat in the back 
of the church. The atmosphere seemed different, almost peaceful. 
The choir was singing songs as they both decided to glance around 
the church... after the choir had finished a round of songs they 
made their way down from the platform and took their seats among 
the rest of the people. The minister made his way to the front of the 
church, he said the preliminaries, and welcomed all the visitors. 
There was something different about this man also. He seemed to 
possess a genuine concern as he spoke. They were surprised to see 
him speak as if he was on their level, not above them, self exalted 
or possessing a need to prove his intelligence. He just spoke to the 
people as if he was standing on the street with them having a 
conversation. He explained that to some who are unfamiliar, it may 
seem strange that God would choose to heal people through him. 
He recited some bible verses and strongly emphasized that it was 
not him who did the healing, he was just a man that God was using 
to heal those in need. He then asked for anyone who had any pain 
or condition and wanted healing to come up front. They reluctantly 
approached the crowd that was forming. He spoke softly to each 
person then touched their head and prayed, some fell backwards 
with people catching them and laying them on the floor and some 
cried and continued to pray eventually returning to their seats. 
When he approached Dana, he paused for a moment as if he was 
listening to something, he spoke soft but with authority, ?You have 
seen things, things that shook you, your beliefs, and you may have 
wavered but you never lost your faith.?
 Dana as well as Monica were shocked they couldn?t believe this 
man was saying things that he would have no way of knowing. He 
continued, ?It is a lot to process at one time, but what is inside of 
you will not stay...?  He turned and looked into Monica?s eyes, ?I 
know that you love her, and she loves you. You have been a strong 
almost saving force in her life; and it is your destiny. Do not let 
people dictate to you how to feel about God. People can be wrong, 
well intentioned or not. Do you understand what I am saying to 
you?? Monica nodded tears streaming out of her eyes. His eyes 
returned to Dana. ?I am going to place my hand on your forehead 
and pray for you, just be open to whatever it is that God wants to 
do for you.? He lightly placed his palm on her forehead and began 
to pray. Dana felt the strangest, warmest, most loving, sensation 
sweep inside of her, and she went limp. Two men behind her had 
caught her and gently laid her on the floor. At first everything 
seemed normal, but then something went wrong. Dana stopped 
breathing, Monica fell down to her wife?s side, uncontrollably 
sobbing. She looked up at the minister, ?What the hell did you to 
do her??  He didn?t answer; instead he knelt down on the other 
side of her. ?Get the hell away from her? Monica yelled.  Monica 
was frantic, her hands running over Dana?s hair, anxiously trying 
to help her and figure out what happened. She returned her steely 
gaze to the pastor ?What the hell did you do to her? If she dies, I 
will fucking kill you where you stand!? the minister remained 
silent, his eyes full of concern as he watched Dana.

?Breath, baby just breath, its ok? Monica was hysterical, what was 
going on? She laid her hands on Dana and began to concentrate, 
trying desperately to channel her life into Dana?s body.

The minister looked at Monica, and spoke in a loving yet 
admonishing way. ?Your love for her is powerful, please take my 
hand and pray with me, you don?t have to say anything special, 
just ask God to do for her what you want him to do.? There was 
something about him, that caused her to trust him, she couldn?t 
explain why but Monica took his hand she heard the minister 
praying aloud, but she entreated of God silently, please don?t let 
her die, please heal her and return her to me. Please God don?t take 
her away from me. I cannot bear this. Please. At that moment she 
heard Dana gasp. She was alive, her eyes fluttered open she 
seemed unsure of where she was for a few seconds, and then the 
memory appeared to register. Monica and the minister helped her 
back up, walked her over to a seat; another person quickly brought 
her some water. She sipped the water, nodding that she was ok. 
When she was finally feeling like herself she stood up and thanked 
the minister for everything and took Monica by the hand and 
walked out. During the drive home she explained to Monica how 
she had another vision, that an angel sprinkled her face with some 
type of golden glitter and instantly she knew that her cancer was 
healed. She felt it deep within her body and soul, and would of 
course have another series of x rays done only to prove what she 
already knew. Monica explained how she had screamed and cussed 
at the minister but his composure and his countenance never 
changed. How when she finished praying for her that was when 
she started breathing again.  

 Dana smiled. ?You prayed for me with the minister, I guess 
miracles do exist.? She teased. 

?I think you having another vision and being healed is a greater 
miracle than me praying.? Monica blushed. 

?Well, that may be so, but thank you, without you I would have 
never found the strength to keep searching.? The redhead brushed 
her thumb over Monica?s knuckles. 

?You don?t have to thank me.? 

?But I do? Dana started to cry, ?Oh Mon; to think I would have 
walked away from you and resigned myself to die, but you refused 
to give up on me, determined to find another way, and your 
precious gift led you to the answer, oh gosh Mon, I had been so 
foolish, I am so sorry.?

?Oh baby, shh its ok, please honey, don?t cry, don?t do this to 
yourself, it is ok?it all worked out just like it was meant to.? 
Monica reassured her wife.

Dana reached up and gently stroked Monica?s cheek carefully; she 
didn?t want to distract her from driving. 

They both were quiet for sometime.

?Did I ever tell you about the time that a man told me I would 
never die?? Dana asked.

?No? the brunette spoke intrigued.

?Mulder and I were investigating a case that involved a serial 
killer, whose victims were fortune tellers. The man who claimed to 
be psychic was a fraud, even Mulder didn?t believe him. We ended 
up running into this elderly insurance salesman who really did 
have psychic abilities. Actually he was able to see the way people 
died. At first I didn?t believe him, or in his ability but after time he 
proved himself. He hated his gift Mon, it wasn?t like yours, and all 
he saw was death. Can you imagine only being able to see how 
people die?   He had a certain sense of humor about him, and he 
grew on me after a while. Finally I asked him how I was going to 
die; he simply responded ?you don?t?. What the hell is that 
suppose to mean??  Dana smiled.

?Wait; is this the same man that left you the dog?? Monica asked.

?Yes it is? The redhead answered her thoughts drifting back to her 
precious little pet, how it was eaten while investigating a case, that 
Mulder believed was our answer to the Loch Ness Monster but in 
reality proved to be an alligator.

 
?Honestly, I don?t know what it means.? The brunette answered. 

They were quiet the rest of the way home, both in their own way 
trying to process exactly what had happened. Dana said she was 
healed and Monica believed her. Monica wasn?t exactly sure on 
how that came to be, was it in fact a divine healing or did it have 
anything to do with Monica?s gift and her powerful love as the 
minister had put it, or was it a combination of both?? She didn?t 
know but what she did know was her and her wife had been given 
another chance and for that she would always be grateful, even if 
she didn?t know who to be grateful to. 

They walked in the house, both exhausted and physically drained. 
The service had taken a great deal of energy from them. They 
changed, cleaned up, and made their way to bed. Monica reached 
over pulled her little wife close to her, finding comfort in holding 
her. They continued to appreciate the peace that came from the 
simple act of cuddling, until they both drifted off to sleep.
*----------------------------------------------*

Dana awoke to the smell of coffee in the air and an empty bed; she 
huffed and rolled her eyes at what was the norm nowadays.

Monica entered the room with a tray and big smile. The tray held a 
cup of coffee, a bowl of fresh fruit, a side of yogurt and a single 
long stemmed rose.

Dana?s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning, ?Oh honey, 
you didn?t have to, thank you, you?re so sweet.?

?I know you haven?t had much of an appetite baby, but could you 
at least try to eat something, for me, please??

?Actually I am starving.?

?Really? Monica was shocked; she hadn?t seen her eat hardly 
anything over the last few weeks.

?I feel like my old self again?, Dana exuberant.

?Baby would it be too much to ask, if maybe? you could? have a 
few X rays done this morning? I mean I know you said you were 
going to have them done anyway. You said you were healed and I 
believe you, honey, I do, but I guess I just need to be sure, for me.?

Dana took Monica?s hand, ?I am aware of how difficult this must 
be for you to understand, to believe. If getting the X rays done this 
morning will help to ease your fears, baby then that is what we will 
do.? Dana smiled at her beautiful wife.

After breakfast they showered and headed out to the hospital. 
Monica was still surprised that Dana had managed to eat all of her 
breakfast.

 They met with Dana?s doctor, going over all of the necessities. 
Dana had another round of x rays taken and blood work done even 
though she had to argue with her doctor. He did not understand 
why she was requesting the test. It made no sense to him, since 
there was no cure, and she would soon run out of time. He had to 
admit though, she looked better than what he would have expected. 
Aside from the excessive weight loss, which was to be expected, 
she looked well. She had a certain glow about her. He relented and 
had the test performed. 

 The doctor entered the room looking as if he had seen a ghost.

?I cannot explain the results of your x rays. I do not understand 
how this could be. I even had them take an x ray of a nurse, in case 
something was wrong with the machine itself. There is absolutely 
no trace of a tumor or anything at all in your x rays. It is as if it 
never existed.?

?So what you are saying doctor is that Dana is completely healed?? 
Monica asked.

?It is more than that, when a person?s body begins to heal, there is 
always an amount of scar tissue present. These x rays reveal no 
scar tissue, no tumor, and no remnants of anything. According to 
these x rays, it is as if the tumor never existed.? The doctor was 
still wide eyed and quite shocked to say the least. 

Monica?s heart and soul leap within her. That was all the 
confirmation she needed, even if she didn?t understand it all. The 
blood work came back the same way. No trace of anything. It was 
over, her wife was healed.

She and Dana headed home. Dana explained to Monica how she 
had felt as if an unbearable weight that seemed to be pulling her 
under, had been lifted. That light had managed to penetrate her 
soul again. Monica listened, supported, and encouraged her as she 
continued to reveal her thoughts and feelings.

?You want to stop and get something to eat?? Dana asked.

?Sure baby, you?re hungry again?? Monica was overjoyed that her 
wife had her appetite back, she had been frightened by how little 
the redhead had been able to eat over the past couple of weeks. 

?I am? Dana was beaming. The cancer was gone; her beautiful 
wife by her side, the sun was shining. 

?Where would you like to go, what are you in the mood for?? 

?You decide.?

?Citronelle??

?Oh, honey I don?t think we are dressed for that.?

The brunette smiled, ?You know you could go there in your sweats 
and they would still roll out the red carpet.? Monica teased.

?Well I don?t know about that, and besides they love you just as 
much.?

?Not as much? Monica smiled. ?Let?s give it a try, if not we?ll go 
somewhere else.? She knew they would let the redhead in.

As soon as they walked in everyone smiled and greeted them, and 
fussed over Dana, how she had stayed away too long.

?Told ya? Monica whispered. 

?Hush? Dana blushed. 

After their semi romantic lunch they decided to do some light 
shopping. 

?Mon, baby, do you really need anymore leather?? The redhead 
giggled.

Her wife raised her eyebrow and grinned, ?You know you love it.?

The auburn eyebrow went up also ?Wouldn?t have it any other 
way.?

After finishing up they head back home. They both felt good, 
being out with nothing more to do than to enjoy each others 
company. No talks of appointments, possible healing procedures or 
techniques.  


They arrived back at the house; Monica took a seat on the sofa 
turning on the TV. Dana sat down beside her; Monica laid her 
hand on the redhead?s thigh while searching for something to 
watch, and as always finding nothing. 

 Dana disappeared and then reentered the living room, wearing her 
lab coat and a stethoscope in hand.

 ?Now Agent Reyes, I need you to remove your shirt and bra so 
that I can examine you, what were your symptoms again? Heart 
palpitations, fever, irregular breathing, and what was it?.a 
throbbing in your lower region?? Dana teased with a raised 
eyebrow.

Monica?s lip lowered, ?Whatever they were, they just got worse? 
she said as she took her shirt and her bra off.

The redhead first warmed the stethoscope before placing it on her 
chest, to listen to her heart beat. 

?Hmm, your heart rate is increasing; now take several deep breaths 
so that I can listen to your lungs.? She instructed as she watched 
the rise and fall of her wife?s breast licking her lips in anticipation. 
After all they had been through together, she almost couldn?t wait 
to express all the intense love she was feeling for her wife. She 
listened to the front and the back as the brunette continued to play 
along.

 ?Your lungs are clear, now l need you to lie down flat and remove 
your slacks and undergarment so that I can determine the cause of 
this throbbing? Dana said.

?I am sure you have already formed an opinion about my 
throbbing? Monica laughed.

?Yes I have, and I have also determined a course of action to treat 
it, that is if my examination proves my diagnoses to be correct.? 
The redhead stated as she began to slide the brunette?s slacks off.

?Oh doctor, are you so thorough with all of your patients?? Monica 
teased.

?Only the ones I happen to be married to? Dana smiled.

She sat between her wife?s legs, carefully examining her lower 
region. She lightly spread her with her fingers and continued her 
examination. ?It seems someone has become quite aroused.?  

?Is there anything you can do for it?? Monica giggled and was 
becoming intensely stimulated at her wife?s gentle probing.

  Dana was taken in by the beauty of her wife?s aroused state. She 
was indeed beautiful, her full breast, erect nipples, her centre that 
was swollen, wet, and increasingly in need of her attention. She 
loved the way her wife?s body responded to her gentle touching. 
She continued to lightly feel her inner lips, tracing her warmth, 
inhaling Monica?s intoxicating scent.
 
?Mmm baby? Monica deeply moaned as her passion was quickly 
taking her body over. 

Dana continued to touch her softly, touching her everywhere 
except where the brunette needed her to the most. 

?Mmm honey, please?? Monica?s breathed.

The redhead continued to slowly touch her wife while evading the 
most sensitive place.

?Baby, please?mmm? the brunette moaned.

The redhead smiled reaching up to kiss her lover. Monica bent 
down and kissed her, pulling Dana in closer to her, pressing her 
bare breast against her wife?s breasts.  She deepened the kiss; her 
hands reached under the redhead?s sweater lifting her bra up to cup 
her breasts, then quickly began to undress her lover.

?Mmm? Dana moaned, sliding her thigh against Monica?s sizzling 
wet centre. 

?Ohhh? escaped from deep inside the brunette?s throat. She 
pressed her hot centre harder against her wife?s thigh, beginning to 
create a rhythm with her hips. ?Oh Dae, you feel so good, so good 
baby.?

?Mmm, so do you baby, oh Mon? Dana felt her own centre oozing 
even more at the use of Dae again. Oh how she loved when her 
wife called her that.  She leaned down and kissed the brunette 
again, deeply passionately, she loved kissing her, sometimes she 
wanted to kiss her and hold her all night, and her wife didn?t have 
any problem accommodating her need. Actually they never had a 
problem accommodating each other?s needs regardless of what 
they were.  Dana?s kisses softly trailed down to her love?s 
gorgeous full breast, continuing her trail all around her breast 
before taking her pert nipple into her mouth.

?Aaaah? Monica gasped and arched her back. Her hands sliding 
around her wife?s breast, cupping them circling, tugging, and 
softly pinching her nipples.

?Oh?.Mon?..baby ?yes? Dana began panting increasing her 
attention on the brunette?s nipple, sucking it, swirling her tongue 
around it, lightly nipping it, while her hand was tugging and 
pinching her lover?s other nipple. Monica?s breath was becoming 
ragged as she arched her back even further pressing her breast 
deeper in Dana?s mouth.

?Mmmmmrrr? the redhead growled. 


?Mmmmmrrr? the brunette growled, she loved when her wife play 
with her like this.

Monica leaned up and kissed her, deeply feverishly, their bodies, 
shivering, as the porcelain thigh returned to the brunette?s sizzling 
centre. 

Dana released a husky groan in response to the soft, hot, and 
increasingly wet sensation on her bare thigh; Monica resumed her 
rhythm against the redhead?s thigh, becoming more and more 
intense.

?Oh gosh Dae, please, please?? the brunette urgently pleaded.

Dana slid her hand between her woman?s blazing need and her 
thigh, her fingers slowly entering Monica, she began stroking her 
lover allowing the heal of her hand to press up against Monica?s 
swollen clit. The feeling of being inside her sent shivers 
throughout her body, her own centre was on fire as well. The 
brunette?s hips began bucking involuntarily as her need to climax 
took control. Dana quickly matched her rhythm deepening her 
strokes watching as her lover?s body responded to her. She was 
still completely enthralled by her wife, and absorbed by the need to 
fully please her. She gazed deep into her eyes conveying all the 
love and desire she felt for her. Her wife?s body began to clamp 
down on her fingers, her eyes tightly closed as her beautiful release 
came. Monica?s body was limp as her arms wrapped tightly 
around Dana, pulling her in for a tender kiss, pressing her so close 
to her body, while her lover?s fingers remained inside of her, until 
she relaxed enough for Dana to remove them. 

?Oh baby I love you so much? Monica whispered, kissing her 
wife?s forehead.

?And I love you too baby? Dana replied.

After quite some time had passed Monica finally tried to stretch, 
the sofa was not the most comfortable place for them to make love. 
Comfort had never stop them before, they had made love in many 
different places, using numerous positions, and it had always been 
worth sacrificing comfort when they needed to. 

?Your stiff, let?s go to bed and I will massage your back for you.? 
Dana said, as she helped Monica off the sofa and led her to bed. 

She straddled Monica and began to massage her lean strong back, 
using first her finger tips to apply deep pressure while moving 
them in small circles to locate all of the knots in her wife?s back. 
She would continue to exercise this technique until she had worked 
out all of the knots. Then she began to use her palms to run them 
up and down her lover?s back including her neck and shoulders 
exacting the right amount of pressure until her muscles became 
pliant in her hands. Monica was in heaven she loved the massages 
that Dana gave her. She some how managed to relieve her of all 
tension, soreness, and any other muscle problem she had 
experienced, and yet leave her aroused in the process.  When the 
redhead finished working out all of the stress and pain out of the 
brunette?s back, she bent down, placed a small kiss on her back 
and slowly moved down beside her wife.

?Mmm, that was wonderful? Monica said looking into those big 
blue eyes so lovingly, Dana smiled and returned the look.

 The brunette reached up pushing a strand of auburn hair out of her 
lover?s face and behind her ear. Then cupping the redhead?s face 
she leaned in a tenderly kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead 
and her chin, before returning to her mouth.  Her tongue entered 
inside of lover?s mouth, caressing and circling her, becoming more 
aroused the longer they kissed, as was Dana. Monica positioned 
herself over her kissing her deeper, trailing slowly down her neck, 
her clavicle, down to her breast, allowing her mouth to make love 
to Dana?s breasts. The redhead arched at the sensation, and the 
brunette continued to kiss, suck, and nip her wife?s nipples. She 
slowly kissed her way down the pale ivory skin, down the inside of 
her thigh passed her knee, to her ankle. She quickly switched over 
to the other ankle and began to kiss and suck her way back up 
between Dana?s legs.  The redhead?s body was on fire and it was 
twisting beneath her wife, her whole body was shivering at the 
entrance of her lover?s tongue. Monica couldn?t hold back any 
longer she began to devour her wife with her tongue. She was 
licking and sucking her labia, and her clit, circling it, rolling it, 
covering her insides with her mouth and sucking, releasing her. 
The brunette could not seem to get enough of her; she continued 
her attention on Dana?s swollen clit, sucking and nipping it, 
circling it, her tongue repeatedly darting over it. The redhead 
arched off the bed, her body tightening, and her breath panting. 
Monica slid her fingers inside her lover and leaned up looking into 
her big blue eyes, continuing her deep quick strokes, as her wife?s 
warm liquid filled the palm of her hand.  Monica continued slowly 
causing several smaller waves to escape into her palm before 
slowing down to a stop. She kept her hand inside until she could 
gently remove it.

They wrapped each other up so close and so tight, taking each 
other in until they both drifted off to sleep. 

Monica awoke and noticed that Dana had fallen into a deep sleep 
that brought a smile to her face. For a moment she watched in awe 
of her beautiful wife, then her thoughts drifted back to when Dana 
had tried to leave her, she would have succeeded to if Skinner had 
intervened.  She thought about everything that happened, Dana 
being healed, she still didn?t quite know what to think about that, 
and some man telling her she would never die. It all had to mean 
something, but what? She thought. Suddenly blue eyes were 
looking at her somewhat pensive. 

?Hey, what?s wrong?? Dana asked.

?Oh, nothing baby go back to sleep. I was just thinking that?s all? 
Monica tried to reassure her.

?About?? the redhead asked sleepily. 

?Nothing really, I am fine? said Monica.

Dana knew better, ?Monica I am your wife, whatever it was that 
had you in such a deep thought you can talk to me about.?

Monica spoke hesitantly ?I was just thinking about when you left 
me, how deeply it hurt to think that I would never see you, hold 
you, or make love to you again.? Tears spilled down her cheeks. 

?Oh, Mon, I am so sorry; don?t cry baby, it hurt me to think about 
all of those things too. I am so sorry honey? She said pulling the 
brunette in closer to her with tears in her eyes as well.

Monica continued, ?I was also thinking about your healing, what 
actually happened, trying to understand what it all means.?

?I know, I don?t fully understand everything about it, why it 
happened the way that it did, but I have to just accept that it was, 
for whatever reason, fate? Speaking of fate there is something I 
need to tell you about, something I had forgotten until recently.? 
Dana paused trying to collect her thoughts.

?Ok, what is it??


?Mon, I would have shared this with you before, but I had 
completely forgotten about it until I reread the case file, the one 
about the crop circles.?

Monica nodded she wasn?t sure what her wife was going to tell her 
and she was somewhat afraid.

?I didn?t make the connection; I don?t understand why, only that 
for whatever reason I had no recollection of it. When I reread the 
file, I remembered the tall dark haired woman that kept appearing 
to me, to direct my journey and essentially save my life. At first I 
was unsure as to whom she was or if she was only an expressed 
image to represent something significant in my life. I know now 
that she was fate, Monica, she was you.?

?What?  How?.I? Monica stammered.

?Like I said it wasn?t until I reread it that I understood. I had never 
met you before and I had no way of knowing that you existed, let 
alone what you would look like or that you would eventually 
become my wife, my protector, guiding me along life?s pathways.?

?I don?t even know what to say to that.? Monica smiled her heart 
warmed; her innocence at what her wife was telling her caused her 
to become somewhat childlike.

?There?s more if you want to hear it.? Dana offered.

?Of course? 

?While we were apart I kept having this re-occurring dream, in 
which I was a bird with a broken wing, and you found me, took me 
in and cared for my wounds, you brought me back to health. When 
it was time for me to leave, I couldn?t bare the thought of existing 
without you. You some how were able to sense that, you touched 
me with your wing, and we changed, we became a single eagle, 
although we existed as one we were still able to be each other 
separately and the part of the eagle that was you was the one that 
determined the journey we embarked upon.?

Monica was speechless, her wife opening up and sharing all of 
these profound revelations with her, she was overjoyed and yet 
unable to speak at the same time.

?I am sorry, it?s stupid, I know I shouldn?t have said anything??

?No baby, don?t be silly, of course you should have told me, I am 
moved beyond words, is all, gosh baby it is a lot to process but yes 
I thrilled that you told me.?  She smiled her big warm smile and 
kissed Dana?s cheek. 

There is the Agent Smiley I know and love, the redhead thought to 
herself as she smiled a grin that threatened to split her face.

They lay silently in each other arms thinking about what had been 
spoken, and what remained unspoken.


Monica drifted off to sleep in her arms. 


Dana thought about how instead of death she had been given life, 
and with that life she had been giving a second chance with 
Monica. A chance to relinquish the hold that fear had on her, to 
become completely vulnerable and bare before her, to entrust her 
with her very soul, realizing that Monica was predestined to love 
her, that they possessed a powerful love, a love that would 
eternally bind them together and that no cancer, or any other of 
life?s evils would ever be able to separate them again. 




The End.