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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 13:25:56 GMT -5
*Around the fifth hour, the shimmering growing stronger, her form shifting more completely and more rapidly. Her breath grew heavier and more fevered, her brow furrowing. She whimpered softly, tears starting to trickle out of her shut eyes.*
"Nung chi...non parissi...non...non par..."
*She started to shake her head violently.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 13:32:48 GMT -5
*Okay. Now he was worried. Alien or not, he figured tears were probably a bad thing.*
"Poe."
*Mulder grasped her shoulder, peering into her face. He shook her slightly.*
"Poe, you're safe. Wake up."
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 13:42:53 GMT -5
*The whimpering came louder as she writhed in his grasp. Then her face darkened and she struck against his chest squarely with the heel of her palm, sending him of the bed. Within a moment, she was up on her hands and knees, eyes wide open, lips pulled back in a snarl as she panted heavily. It took her a moment to process where she was. Her face softened and she looked confused, quickly crawling off the bed and to Mulder's side.*
"I...I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to."
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 13:48:47 GMT -5
*Mulder stared up at her, stunned and trying to catch his breath. It wasn't the first time, not by a long shot.*
"Yeah... S'okay," *he panted.* "But... are you okay?"
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 13:56:05 GMT -5
*Still shaking slightly, Poe's eyes went distant, as if trying to figure out if she was. She licked her lip.*
"I...I am uncertain. This does not normally happen upon waking. Did you interrupt my hibernation?"
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 13:58:44 GMT -5
*Mulder felt intense regret.*
"Yeah, I think I did. You were shaking--murmuring in another language. You sounded upset."
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 14:07:55 GMT -5
*Poe's eyes searched his face for a moment, but the memory of it came back and the color fled her face.*
"Oh...I..."
*Her brow furrowed and her voice softened.*
"Normally hibernation is a quiet time. I do not know what happened."
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 14:25:49 GMT -5
*Mulder smiled softly.*
"I hope I didn't ruin anything--I have no idea what's 'normal.' But it didn't seem right."
*He sat up.*
"But... how are you feeling?"
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 15:03:03 GMT -5
*Poe's lips twisted in thought.*
"I feel...cold."
*She frowned slightly, glancing longingly at the bed.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 15:06:46 GMT -5
*Mulder scratched his head absently.*
"Oh," *he said, noticing she wasn't wearing anything. He eased himself to his feet, and offered her his hand.* "Get in bed, and I'll make you some tea, if you like."
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 15:18:11 GMT -5
*Poe took his hand without question and stood, crawling back into the warmth of the bed. She tightened her lips in hesitant thought.*
"Sir...may I ask a question? One of a potentially personal nature?"
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 15:20:18 GMT -5
*Warning bells rang in Mulder's head, but he kept his well-schooled features bland.*
"I think you've earned that right," *he said.* "Shoot. Er, as in, go ahead."
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 15:26:02 GMT -5
*Poe's eyes lowered.*
"I have noticed...it seems..."
*She frowned at her inadequacy at finding the words.*
"Do you have so few to care for here that you are able to donate so much of your time to me exclusively?"
*The question was innocent.*
"Or is there...I mean..."
*Her lips tightened, unsure of what she was trying to say.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Nov 23, 2007 15:32:50 GMT -5
*A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he took time before answering.*
"The truth is, Poe, I ended up here by mistake. I don't know why. I'm in the wrong time. And my partner--my work partner, that is--has disappeared, for her own reasons. And you are unlike anyone I have ever met. So I guess it's a little of both, if I take your unspoken meaning correctly."
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Post by Poe on Nov 23, 2007 15:39:23 GMT -5
*Poe frowned and looked up to him, head tilted characteristically.*
"My unspoken meaning? What do you believe I am implying?"
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