Author's note: Hey everyone! So, here's my new story. It takes place during season 7th, and it starts during "En Ami" episode. This story will also concern "All Things", "Hollywood A/C" and "Requiem". This is basicaly how I imagined that Mulder and Scully's relationship evolved from platonic to physical.

Disclaimer: I do not own "The X-Files".

R&R? Please?

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Scully was sat on Mulder's couch, looking at him impatiently, begging desperately for his attention. He wouldn't even look at her, which indicated that he was more than just angry at her, he was truly disappointed after her sneak out to a little trip with The Smoking Man. His avoidance was really disturbing her. She tried to clear her mind, though it was almost impossible. The truth is that he had such a power over her. The kind of power that she was always making an effort to get rid of, but his bonds were much stronger than her, actually they were getting even tighter with the years. And love, at some point, is nothing less nothing more than having power over the other's feelings. Anger, hate, guilty, jealous, revenge are only possible when you're under the other's power and surprisingly, are directly connected to love.

She couldn't hep but to feel guilty, even though being aware that she wasn't completely. She couldn't have done it in any other way, it was her deal with The Smoking Man, it felt good to have something only concerned to her. He offered and she accepted, that was all. Deep inside, there were also undercovered reasons, it was good to finally act selfish as Mulder always seemed to do. It was meanly rewarding to make him pay for all the times he left her by herself to run some private investigation. Revenge, that's the word. But seeing him like that, his hurt look and avoidance were making her feel somehow guilty.

She looked over The Lone Gunmen. They were working hard to check the CD's content in the computer.

She tried to keep her interest in the subject, but somehow, now it didn't matter anymore. She was more concerned about what Mulder was thinking about her and how would she be able to make it up to him. Weakness and insecurity were taking her over, as the same time, pride and strength were being vanished away. Awful and helpless feelings.

There was that annoying silence. Frohike finally broke it:

"There's nothing on this."

Then Langly confirmed: "It's empty".

Byers only added: "Completely".

Scully suddenly got up from the couch and said firmly: "No, it can't be. It can't be. It's got to be on there."

They were all starring at her. Even Mulder now was actually looking at her, facing her. He had that awful "I told you so" look upon his face.

He dared to say: "Well, this isn't a surprise, right? I mean, that's what you get from hanging out with the devil".

She looked curiously at him, trying to search for any trace of sympathy into his soul. Though there wasn't any in that very moment, only anger in his eyes.

He started to move from the door towards her. Eyes burning like fire, and it didn't take much time for him to start his attack once again.

"Seriously, Scully. I didn't know you were THAT into granpas. I bet that he even told you bedtime stories, didn't he? Did you sat on his lap too?"

She couldn't believe his words. The truth was that they got really close, especially in that year. She could almost believe that there was something between them, more than just friedship or partnership, that he felt the same way as her. So, during any of these "close" moments, she had said to him that she had a relationship with her older (much older) school med teacher. Obviously, he was taking advantage of knowing that and used it to humiliate her, in front of his friends. She also regretted being so honest about everything that had happened during her trip with The Smoking Man. Somehow, the part where she woke up in her pajamas without remember getting into them, shouldn't have been mentioned. She had already lied to him, one more single and innocent omission wouldn't make things worse.

Now all the weakness and insecurity were giving way to the anger. That was a private subject and he simply exposed it, exposed her without any mercy just for his own reasons. She couldn't take it, humiliation wasn't definitely something acceptable, even from him, actually, especially from him. Then, completely taken by the anger and without having any second thoughts , she suddenly slapped him right on his face.

"I just can't believe you said that! You're such an ASS! Selfish as usual. So, I have to accept that sometimes you just runaway from me, completely ditch on me , but the contrary, isn't acceptable. I'm not allowed. I'm not you freaking property! God!". She said yelling at him.

He had his hands right in the slapped cheek. He couldn't move or say nothing at all. She, otherwise, started to walk towards the door, with heavy footsteps.

"I'm out of here!" She yelled.

She turned her face only to apologize to the Gunmen: "Sorry about that guys".

They just nodded.

She walked away.

There was one brief second of silence.

Byers walked towards Mulder and dared to say: "Man, what the hell is your problem?".

Now all of them were surrounding him.

"You got to be kidding. That woman is almost a saint, when you just disappear, like your still unexplained trip to the Bermudas, she totally gets insane, you know. Capable of anything just to find you, alive". Said Langly.

"Is she really into old guys?", Frohike seemed really interested about it, though Byers and Langly quickly gave him a killing look.

"Sorry, guys. Yeah! You were a complete selfish jerk!" Mulder looked down to face Byers almost yelling at him.

He was aware of what he had just done.

"I know! I screwed things up, right? I...I just got so very worried about her. I mean, he could have killed her or something else, worse." He sat on his couch placing his hands on his head.

"She is a tough girl, Mulder. Plus, I think that if he wanted to kill her, he probably would already have done this. Cancer? Remember? You are just tasting what she has to face everytime you run away", Byers sat by his side and said it in a very honest way.

"Pretty bad, huh?" Langly said.

"Ok, ok, I got that! I'm going to find a way of making it up to her". Mulder sounded worried.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" Byers ordered.

- To be continued -