Sent: Wednesday, July 05, 2000

Title: Stolen
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: susanf@ticnet.com
Classification: VA, Sequel to *Yellow Ribbons*
Keyword: Mulder angst
Spoilers: Requiem
Rating: PG
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: This character doesn't belong to me,
but I wish he did so I could bring him back home
to Scully.

Author's Notes: This is the sixth vignette in the
*Color Games* series. Each story builds on the
previous one so you really should read those first
before reading this one.

Other stories in this series are:
All I Have Left
Drowning in Blue
Nightmare
The White Room
Yellow Ribbons

and they can all be found at Ephemeral or my site:
http://members.tripod.com/sfrankovich/index.html

Summary: I know I had a life before this. I just
can't remember it.
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Stolen
by Susan Frankovich
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The walls are silent now.

And so are my thoughts.

Ever since my talk with Samantha, I haven't been
able to imagine anything.

I think They're punishing me.

I don't know how, but I think They got inside my
head and found a way to steal my thoughts.

I used to be able to escape into my imagination
whenever I needed to, but now my mind feels gray
and heavy and clouded with nothing but memories
of my time here.

I know I had a life before this. I know that
somewhere out there there's a woman worrying
about me and waiting for me to come home.

I can feel her.

I just can't remember her.

Sometimes if I take long deep breaths and concentrate
really hard, I can see her eyes. They're soft and
blue and they comfort me.

But they're all I have of her.

They won't let me see anything else. Whenever I try
to imagine more of her face, They always stop me.
Sometimes the pulling sensations in my head are so
strong I'd swear They were vacuuming out my brain.
Other times They go for the more direct approach...
shooting electrical jolts into the backs of my eyes
until I pass out.

So far I've tried to see her four times, and each
time the pain has been more excruciating than the
time before.

But I won't give up.

I can't give up.

Somehow I have to find a way to take control of my
thoughts again and get back to the woman with the
blue eyes.

She's waiting for me.


~end~


~All my poems and stories can be found at:
http://members.tripod.com/sfrankovich/index.html