Scully was staying at the hospital longer than usual. She didnt want to come home, to find Mulder the love of her life drunk, however some days Mulder just locks himself in his office, isolating himself. The only time she sees him is when he is awake in the morning, getting the newspaper. She usually hears him mumbling, in his office about how the world will end. She knows she will have to leave him soon, give him space and time. But she can never bring herself to do it. She loves him, after all those years trying to deny it, she realised her true feelings for him.
At that moment Scully was at the hospital listening to the rain coming down on to the window. She sighed knowing that she had to go home, probably finding Mulder drunk or worse gone. She grabbed her coat, putting it on as she reached the exit. She ran out of the door trying not to get damp from the rain. She got into the car, and turned the radio on. Scully started to cry, as the song that her and Mulder danced to came on. Walking in Memphis by Cher. She looked in her mirror, realising that her make up had been ruined by her tears. Mulder won't care, he won't realize she thought.
Scully parked the car by the house. Noticing that the lights were on. A rush of relief went through her, even though she didnt want to see him she was happy he didnt leave. She slowly made her up to the door, he was probably wanting to talk to her..just maybe. She opened the door, finding Mulder sitting on the couch like usual, reading the newspaper. At least he wasnt drunk. "Hi" she said. Mulder didnt reply until she cleared her throat. He looked up at her. "Huh..oh hi" he replied. She walked up the stairs stopping halfway "you could of waited you know.." Mulder said bitterly. Scully knew exactly what he was talking about. "What are you talking about?" she replied. "Dont give me that crap Scully, you know exactly what I am talking about. You giving up William" he replied harshly. Scully's eyes filled with tears. "How the hell was I supposed to know, that you were coming back a day later!? I had no choice, you gave me no choice" she argued. Mulder banged his hands on the table. Scully didnt know that he would take it this far. Blaming her for giving William up. She stomped up stairs not wanting to talk to him or see him anymore.
She lied in bed. This wasn't her home anymore. This wasn't her Mulder anymore. She looked at the door noticing that Mulder was coming in. She sighed, she couldn't do this anymore. Mulder opened the door, ignoring her. The thing Scully wanted right now was to sleep with Mulder. To know that he didnt hate her. She closed her eyes hoping Mulder would get into bed with her..for the last time.
To her surprise he did get into bed with her. But what surprised her most was that he was cuddling her whispering in her ear "sorry". She wanted to cry at that moment. But she couldnt. Instead she rolled over and buryed her head under his chin. Mulder didnt respond just lied there with his arm over her. However Scully could sense a smile on his face. She knew it was going to get worse, she knew this wasn't going to last long. This was the last time they were going to be together. His depression was killing her. She had to get way.
THE NEXT MORNINGScully woke up before Mulder, which was what she wanted. She kissed his forehead then his cheek, making sure she didnt wake him up. She packed some of her clothes, and left a note on the table next to the bed. The note explained why she was leaving, and how much she loved him, and how she regretted giving up William. She also wrote, "dont blame yourself, take care of yourself, I dont know how long it will be for, but it is until you get better". She opened the door, trying not to cry. She promised to come back at least once a week to make sure he was okay. She stepped out the door closing it behind. It was time to start a new life.
Mulder woke up, finding the bed empty. He looked confused yet he wasn't surprised. He said horrible things to her. He got up noticing that the room was different..something had changed. "Scully?" he shouted. He looked over to the table by the bed, and realised the note. No, she couldnt have he started to panick. He picked the note up with shaky hands and read it...she was gone. He buried his head in his hands..it was all his fault.
Thank you for reading, if you want me to continue I might add a chapter of them getting back together. I did this in one day. In case, I have no requests to continue I will say its finished but I can always change it.