Ha Derech E'ila'ich ~Mulder POV~ I come to you, late at night, knowing you're alseep but needing your presence. Even in your sleep you guide me, show me right from wrong. I still feel your strength. Your body may be weak, but your mind is far from it. I harness your strength - giving me the will to carry on, the assurance that you'll be here when I return. I cry at your side, not wanting to wake you, but needing you all the same. "The smoking man offered me a deal, Scully - all I could ever ask for...your cure, Samantha..." I trail off as I hear your voice in my mind, hearing what you'd say. I'd be giving up everything we've worked for on the x-files. We've both lost so much for this cause...taking the smoking man's offer would make our losses worthless. Your sister, my father... And I can't do that. I can't let that happen. ~end~