This is the short second piece I had sitting on my mobile.
Song: "Wish You Were Here" by Incubus
Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files, but a girl can dream, can't she?

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am "happy" ...happy?

Scully sighed. It was a beautiful day. The kind she usually spent cooped up in a certain basement office. Yet, despite the sunshine and cool ocean breeze, she couldn't help but wish she was in down in that basement. With him.

A sudden shrill laugh brought Scully back to the present. Her attention turned to the little boy in her lap. William appeared to really be enjoying his first visit to the beach. His eyes were wide with excitement as he assessed the sand and sea before him. In each of his chubby hands was one of the many shells they had discovered and collected earlier. He had held just about all of them by now, eager to feel the different textures and weights.

Scully leaned back on her palms, on a dark blanket with binary coding the Gunmen had gifted her after the baby was born, and sighed again. She continued to watch William clumsily sort through the shells, discarding those he deemed useless, with amusement.

'He's going to be scientist, for sure,' she thought, and wondered what witty comeback his father would have to that idea. She smiled at the hypothetical banter they might share on the subject of their son's future career. But it was bittersweet, as she was again reminded of the aching void in her chest only he could occupy.

The date they had set for their reunion grew closer each day. And yet, it was still an eternity from now.

'Oh, Mulder...' she thought, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I wish you were here," she whispered into the wind.

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I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am "happy" ...happy?

Mulder sat on the desert floor, leaning back against his favorite rock. He was nearly two hundred yards from his current residence: Gibson Praise's trailer. Truly feeling sorry for the kid, having to hear all his lonely thoughts of Scully and William, Mulder would often take long strolls into the night.

Surveying the evening sky above him, he remembered the last time he gazed upon it with Scully. The night before he left. The night they had wept while making love. The night they had said their goodbyes.

Feeling barely whimsical, he traced an "S" in the sand with his fingertip, followed by "&" and an "M". Craning his head back to admire his work, he laughed. Really laughed for the first time in what must have been weeks, at the adult implications of the acronym, "S&M".

Even now, he could see the tiny wrinkle in her forehead as her brow would arch up, followed by the inevitable soft scoff and rolling of the eyes, had she been beside him. Causing him to crack-up even more.

Once his final snickers died down, he sighed, holding his chin in his hand. He knew he should erase any evidence of his being here, even if it was just a simple pair of initials, but he decided to leave it.

He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets and gazed once more at the heavens above. He thought of William: his eyes, his laugh and even of the sweet baby scent he once found foul. And he, of course, thought of Scully: her scientific voice, her soft touch, her delicious kiss.

"Wish you were here," he murmured into the darkness.