Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, then I would be a 54 year old man who goes by the name of Chris Carter.
A/N: This is set in season 9, during Provenance; before and after. Mostly in Scully's POV, though that may change depending on my mood. When I do decide to change POV's I will use a fun little symbol to show this.
The rating may change to M for some content, not sure if that will happen or not. That will be somewhat later chapters though.
The sunlight was streaming through the curtains; I opened my eyes and blinked against the harsh light. I lay there curled up in my blankets not wanting to move, I rolled onto my side facing the side of my bed which shouldn't be empty. I was finding it very difficult to sleep without Mulder there, his comforting light snore, the way his arms would always make their way to me. He's been gone for three weeks and I still expect him to be there when I open my eyes. I quietly padded into the kitchen after tying my robe around my waist, listening for any signs of a waking William.
I entered the kitchen and saw an envelope sitting on the table. Surprised that the letter deliverer hadn't woken me or William, I looked around for some sort of evidence of the intrusion, but saw nothing. I walked over to the table and picked it up; it was a plain white envelope, with only one word on it. My name. The writing wasn't familiar at all which is what drove my curiosity out of the cautious state. I opened it and enclosed was a single sheet of paper which held one word: trust. Once I fully unfolded the paper a plane ticket fluttered out and landed on the table. I picked it up and read it. It was a one way flight from Washington to Arizona and it was leaving at 2:40 this afternoon. I questioned the validity of the letter, whether or not I should trust it and go –trust no one- flashed through my mind. I suddenly occurred to me that this was quite possibly from Mulder. The letter containing no detail, the lack of hostility and threats made this seem possible. I looked around my apartment with a smile on my face. I don't know how he does it, it infuriates me that I was not told of this before-hand, but then if I had, it wouldn't be the surprise I bet Mulder was hoping for.
I went into William's room to wake him for breakfast, I really didn't want to wake him but my mother would be arriving shortly and he needed to be fed. He looked up at me baffled at my glee filled expression for a moment then smiled a beautiful toothless smile back. I picked him up and hugged him until he started to squirm. I walked back into the kitchen with William this time; I got some Cheerio's out and poured them onto the tray of his high chair. He sat their quietly fisting Cheerio's into his little mouth, watching me as I bounced around my seat in excitement. I knew it was ridiculous to get this excited over the prospect that this may not even be Mulder- but I just knew, and for once I was following my instincts. By the time I had showered, William had been bathed and eaten it was 11: 21; my mother will be here any minute.
My mother finally arrived at a quarter passed 11. She was taken aback by my cheerful face and overall happy air about me. I plopped William into her arms and told her I quickly needed to pack. She tried to speak to me but I was already rushing into my room. I got a bag that could hold everything I'd need for a two night stay. I figured I could wash anything if I had to. I grabbed some t-shirts, jeans; yoga pants my lacy undergarments and socks, put it all in the bag, zipped it up and grabbed my purse. I headed back out into my living room and plopped down confusion written all over her face. I told her I need her to look after William for a few days, that I'm not sure how long I'd be gone. I didn't tell her about Mulder, I don't know why, but I felt like she didn't need to know that, specifically because if she knew it was Mulder she'd be hounding me with questions and then her mind would take her to realize what we would be doing for the next couple of days. My mother thinking about my sex life just isn't something that appeals to me. So all I said was that something urgent had come up and I had to leave immediately.