Life. It's about trusting your own feelings, and taking chances no matter what the consequences be. Losing and finding that happiness, appreciating the memories that came along with finding that one special place which makes us feel safe, protected. Like nothing in this world could touch us, could take those feelings away. With all the sacrificing comes learning from the past and knowing people change. Even the ones that we were closest to, the ones that shaped us more then anyone else. Yet, finding someone who could possibly convey it. You finally realize it was in front of you this whole time. Could it ever be too late to change providence?
Scully is sitting at Mulders desk, staring at a case for what seemed to be like hours. She had gotten up extra early just to come to work when barely anyone was around. Mulder was still at home, asleep, dreaming his dreams. Lately the affiliation between them had gotten ailing. It was frustrating. The osculating seemed to be less volatile. Scully thought it was just those normal bumps in the roads in relationships. When things became less interesting. That's why couples take time off and go places. Like, Paris. Somewhere romantic. Tapping her pencil, she sighed and shut the cabinet door behind her. Stufff thing half open X File back into its alphabetical category. Remembering the argument they had last night, Scully just looked around the room. Like hoping to find something that would take the subject off her mind. She had mentioned taking a trip to Mulder last night at dinner. He only laughed then straightened his face.
"Your serious? A break from work? From the X Files?"
"What? Are the X Files more important?"
"Uh..no no. I mean, Scully, you know the X Files are my life. I just, I couldn't really see myself going off sojourning. Last time I did I kept calling you on that case, remember? I easily get bored when off the working topic." Mulder continued drinking his soda from the straw only to take a small puppy sized glimpse at Scully. Who at the moment was not amused.
"That's…that's your excuse? Or do you just not care?" She was fuming. Why was Mulder acting like this?
"No! Of course not."
Scully sat, messing with her fingers and staring endlessly at the floor beneath her feet.
"Look…I'm just not feeling up to it right now. Maybe, maybe some other time. I'm not in my complete mind set right now."
"Mulder, if there's anything going on right now you can always talk to me, you now that. Right?" They always told each other everything on their mind. After all they went through it came down to that deal. She wanted so badly to hold him a bit close. Maybe just touch his hand and rub her thumb over his rough skin. But she kept her distance on the couch. Only pillows separating them from one another.
"Nothing's going on with me. I'm fine. But, your concern is thoughtful. I think I'm going to stay at home today and read over this new case from Skinner. Uh, if that's alright with you."
Scully just took another deep breath and sat there for a minute. "Yeah..yeah of course." Getting up with a small slap to the legs, sarcastically but cautious that he didn't see through it. With small steps to the door she hoped to hear Mulder tell her to stop. But he didn't. He sat silent still, with his glasses dangling over stacks of files and endless pencil chewing. He was driving her over the edge. Supposedly she take this trip by herself and maybe then Mulder would come to his senses. On the downside, she'll just be touring the beautiful country sides of Paris all alone. Peaceful, and serine.
Scully couldn't help but cry a single tear, only to wipe it away quickly. She didn't want Mulder to see the weak side of her in this position. He had been so engrossed in his work lately that even eating wasn't an option. There was no use to try to get his nose out of the books now. It only seemed to back fire on her. Might as well leave the headache uncured. It had been only a few weeks since the subject of his sister had resurfaced from the locked cabinets labeled construed tucked deep away in the corners in the X File office. Secluded feelings from Scully were to tell Mulder to leave it be. They had tracked down Samantha for over 6 years at the Bureau. There had to have been some closure. Instead Mulder pursued further, hoping to find some now evidence on her. A flicker of neoteric aspiration. Scully knew this would destroy him. And as much as she cared so deeply for Mulder, she couldn't drag herself down in the mud with this ill-considered job. It would take a lot of strength and convincing herself not to do so. Scully mindlessly walked down the apartment hallway, making her way into the elevator only to gaze lifelessly at the doors. The walls were spinning in her head. All she could think about right now was going home, taking a bath and crying till her tear ducts could not shed another drop. She just wanted to sink into the earth and never be seen or heard from again. If only that were unquestionably indubitable. A man stepped into the elevator space with her. She steps back only to make room, soon realizing she had been so far off in her own conscious that she hadn't noticed she was at the office, making her way to grab her things and head home. As the doors opened on the next exist, Scully smiled past the stranger, only to have him stare past. Was she really that invisible to everyone around her? Had she really become so transparent to the human psyche that not even Mulder could pay one speck of attention to her? Sighs became her only choice of words since months before. Its not like anyone asked her what was wrong. So why even bother responding to conversations, or incidences like the elevator man. Why should she even care about the meaningless communication between her and that stranger? Pushing back a strand of hair Scully made a tiresome sound then made way back to the X File office.