Summary: Alternate take on the penultimate scene of Monday: stopping Bernard once and for all may come with a hefty price.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, but I do love them so.
I also do not own/have not written any of the lyrics or quotes which may appear as credited within this story; intended usage is merely to complement narrative and thematic elements of my original work.
A/N: This is going be relatively short—I just needed some kind of impetus to finish what I started quite a long time ago at this point. As always, thanks for reading!
Prologue
"And you want me to bring this woman into the bank."
"Yes."
"What am I supposed to tell her?"
"It's OK; she'll understand."
"The woman parked across the street is going to know why you want her to join you inside." Even Scully could hear the doubt in her voice.
"That's right. Hey, I gotta go—" Mulder's own voice sounded hushed, "be careful. See you in a few."
The fairly unusual warning in what had already been a fairly unusual conversation pricked at Scully's mind as she ended the call, glancing back at the room from which she had just emerged. Where Mulder should technically be sitting himself right now.
Cover for me, will you?
Scully blew out a breath, striding over to the door and poking her head around it. "Sir? I'll be right back."
Walter Skinner's eyes didn't quite roll behind his glasses, but a vague look of irritation met her all the same. "Agent," he acknowledged.
END 1/3
What if I can't be all that you need me to be
We've got a good thing going, we have some promises to keep
But my addiction it can be such a detriment
Please believe in this my dear, I am more than penitent
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