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Summary: short take on Scully's thoughts after Biogenesis.

Spoilers: Biogenesis…and whatever else I decide to throw in…

I'm Fine

I'm fine. How many times have I said these two words in the six years we have been together? It seems countless, yet I know that each was necessary.

I'm numb as I stand once again in this small, overwhelming room. Nothing has changed since last I stood here, but then again, everything will very soon. I was there. I saw it. I stood on the edge of it. I found the cursed truth that we have been searching for for so long. And all I can think is of him and how I wished he could have seen it with me. I'm fine, but is he? My thoughts are a constant tide of worry and fear. And hatred.

"Agent Scully," she says, feigning surprise at seeing me here. "What are you doing here? I was told you were in Africa."

"Yes," I say, turning my gaze from the monitor to meet her cold eyes, "I was. But I'm back now. I just came to see Mulder."

What? Why are you telling her anything? I can't stop myself. Whenever she enters the room a terrible uneasiness settles over me. I grow nervous. Her mere presence disturbs me to no end. Mulder has started screaming again. Sort of ironic, Diana. He's only hostile when you are here. She notices my glance at his violent reaction and shrugs it off with an icy calm .

He was fine when I entered the room. He had been curled up in a fetal position in the corner, silent as he rocked back and forth. I looked away. I couldn't see him like this. It was too hard. A movement out of the corner of my eye prompted me to look back. He had stood, approaching the camera in the high corner of his room. Could he see me? I wished that I could believe that. But I was always the skeptic.

"Agent Scully, are you all right?," she is asking, some kind of concern in her abrasive voice.

I hadn't even heard her ask it. I had been lost again in my thoughts. Thinking of him. I realize that there are tears in my eyes. I quickly lift my fingers to my eyes, wiping away any trace of weakness.

"I'm fine," I reply curtly. She will never see me cry again.

I hear my name again. This time the familiar voice is like sad music to my lonely ears. He is shouting my name. Not like before; he's not hysterical any longer. He's worried. I look at the screen and see him standing, one arm reaching out to the camera in a futile stretch. I place my hand on the cold screen, not caring anymore what that woman thinks of me. I'm fine, Mulder. And for a brief moment, I can see an almost imperceptible smile form on his lips. It's going to be all right. I'm fine.