Sorry it took a while for an update! This was a really hard chapter to write!! Lots of erasing, re-writing, crossing out, lol. Sorry for typos of any kind. And thanxxxxx soooo much for the reviews, you guys rock. OK, here it goes...

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Scully took a small change purse out of her pocket and dumped out all of its contents (all of which were quarters) on a

small table next to her chair. As Mulder watched, it struck him, he forgot to bring change. "Damn!" He said aloud. Scully

jumped when he said this, and then sighed. Her uneasiness was getting the best of her. She turned to watch as Mulder

patted his pockets with his left hand. She stared at her large pile of quarters and knew that she had more than enough to

cover the cost of her own laundry. She looked over at Mulder's mountain of clothes and subtracted about 75 of her

quarters and held them out to him in the palm of her hand. "It's a good thing I keep up with all my laundry otherwise I'd

need all of these quarters and you'd be out of luck." Mulder laughed, even though the situation was still awkward, he'd

noticed how she avoided his eye contact as she had spoken to him, and as he reached out to grab the quarters from her

hand. Responsible ol' Scully, what would he do without her? She was always pulling him out of sticky situations, that is if

you consider forgetting change for the laudrymat a "sticky situation". Mulder could really tell she was on edge as she

quickly turned away from him. Usually they were so happy and at ease in one another's company (unless they were at one

of those serious arguments about the paranormal), but today was different. She acted as if she barely knew Mulder,

almost as if she were angry with him, yet they weren't in any argument. Though Mulder could feel it in him too, a feeling

almost as if Mulder and Scully were strangers with each other, but he knew exactly what it was, well, at least was

bothering him, but he was pretty sure he knew that it was most likely the same thing that was bothering her. He watched

her as she took out her dirty laundry slowly, item by item. He could tell she was trying to fool him with a fake, calm

expression. Her gorgeous blue eyes were tired, and her lips were pressed together in a firm line. She hadn't even made

time to remove her coat or even dry her wet melted-snow covered hair. Still, he had to admit, even in her current

condition, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Just thinking about her beauty brought him back to earth, but back to the

conflict too. The conflict that was floating above them ready to hover back down upon them when the time was right. How

only a few nights ago, he had leaned in to kiss her, and how she had kissed back. How at the moment it had felt so right to

him. He timed it right, at least he thought so, but her silence now about the whole thing made it so difficult for him. He

knew she wanted the kiss, or had she? The question burned inside his mind. He spent the past few nights sleepless, and

by the look of Scully, she had too. However, Mulder never slept much anyhow, so she probably hadn't even noticed he was

sleep deprived. He was always lying awake at night thinking about the truth. Though now that truth seemed so little to

him…he sought for a new truth that had now just appeared to him within these past few days, the truth he feared for

oddly the most out of anything: the truth of what Scully was really thinking at that moment of the kiss, and the truth that

immediately after that kiss, he was secretly dying for more…

Scully watched out of the corner of her eye as Mulder still stood there, quarters in hand looking at her with an expression

of deep wonder. She tried putting on the act of being distracted by her laundry. Maybe she could fool Mulder, but she

certainly couldn't fool herself. She couldn't help but think of that New Year's kiss only a few days ago, how perfect it was,

and how long she had waited for it to happen. At the time it felt so right, she felt so happy, but now the fact that Mulder

had been keeping silent over the whole subject made her feel so uneasy. A feeling she never had when she was around

him. She had thought the moment over and over in her mind, playing it back, and even lost sleep over the past few nights

over it ,wondering if Mulder could tell she had, wondering if her feelings were obvious, if he knew what was really on her

mind. Though in the end, she couldn't even tell anymore if it was really even Mulder's silence keeping her uneasy, or if it

was really the truth that she was secretly dying for more…

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So, what'd u guys think? Do you want more? I have a chapter three already in progress (about 25 done). Should I add it or no? THANKS FOR READING!! :)