Hello folks! I would love to say "long time no see" but it's not that long since the last time I published something over here so...

I re-watched Sein und Zeit (7x10) last night and I realised I really wanted to know what kind of night Mulder and Scully spent after Teena's autopsy. So guess what? I wrote a scene. Again. It's like I can't help myself these days, ha!

Hopefully you'll like it.

Take care!

"Mulder?"

The man did not answer. He simply could not. After he had spent what seemed like an eternity crying in Scully's arms, he was now facing the window, trying to find any sort of rational explanation. A different one. How could she do that? Why would she take her own life? Why did she not talk to him about that terrible disease she was the victim of?

Mulder already knew all the answers but refused them. They were not close. Relatives at most in the end. Too many secrets, too many silences between the two of them. Samantha's disappearance, his father's violence, the fights, the screams... So many things had consumed their relationship to an end.

So why was he feeling so bad? So sad? Why did he feel like he could not breathe any more?

The man closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against the cold window. It was late, he was exhausted. When he suddenly felt a hand on his back, Mulder gritted his teeth, trying to resist the need to break down- again.

"Mulder, come on-", Scully said with the softest voice he had ever heard.

"I can't, Scully. I can't do it."

"Let's talk about this in the morning, alright? For now, you need to rest."

"What if what she wanted to tell me was the answers I've been looking for all my life, Scully?"

"You can't live on "what ifs" Mulder, it's dangerous."

Mulder took a deep breath before he turned around and looked at Scully. She was so small without her heeled boots. She was so precious, so unique.

"What have I left, Scully?"

"Me. You have me, Mulder."

"Do I?"

"I am not going anywhere."

He nodded slowly and took another deep breath. One step after another, the man thought. He could do this if he was not alone. He could do it if she was here with him. Feeling fingers intertwining with his, Mulder looked down and focused on Scully's hand now glued to his.

"You need to rest. Come on, Mulder."

"Will you stay?"

"Of course."

Letting Scully lead him to his bedroom, Mulder found himself into bed twenty minutes later right after a hot shower.

"I will let you rest for now. Try and have some sleep, alright?"

"Where are you going?" Mulder asked, distressed.

"Don't worry, I will be in the living room."

"No please-"

"Do you want me to leave? Because Mulder I don't think it's-"

"Lie with me. Please."

"Mulder..."

"I need this, please Scully."

Scully hesitated for a second. Was it really appropriate? The man just lost his mother. Closing her eyes, she heard Mulder asking again and that was it. She grabbed the hem of the covers and got into bed next to him. Facing one another, the two agents looked deeply into each other's eyes, realising nothing would ever be the same again. Sharing their most intimate pain had always been a reality for them but tonight, there was something more. Something they could not tell but only feel.

Taking Mulder's hand in hers, Scully closed her eyes and said:

"We'll survive this. Together."