THE MORNING AFTER

Scully rolled over in the bed and she sighed heavily as the bright sunlight flowed throught the windows. She reached over to Mulder's side of the bed and she smiled to herself as she waited to touch him but was surprised when he wasn't there. Scully frowned in surprise andher eyes bolted open as she scanned the room for him. She felt her heart beating fast and she pulled herself into a sitting position pulling the white bed sheet over her bare chest.

'Mulder?' She called casually. There was no reply. Scully waited and felt her heart start to gain speed. 'Mulder?' She asked again, louder this time. Just about when she was going to call again and reach for her phone he came through the door and she jumped in shock.

'Mulder! You scared me!' She exclaimed and she saw that he was smiling, laughing even.

'Thought I wouldn't be here when you woke up huh? Scully you watch too many movies…' He said and rolled his eyes. Scully felt herself blush as she saw him. He was wearing his shirt and trousers but his top button was open. She felt her stomach flip as she saw how cute and handsome he looked. She suddenly remembered the night before, it seemed like a blur now. A delicious, passionate and wonderful blur.

'I… I didn't know what to expect.' She said bashfully and Mulder sat down on the bed next to her. She gazed into his deep brown eyes and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Scully sighed heavily as their foreheads met and they enjoyed the touch of each others skin. Scully was quiet, she couldn't find the words to say to him.

'You ok?' He asked finally and softly. Scully looked at him and nodded silently. Mulder brushed her cheek and looked at her lovingly. 'You don't regret what happened?' He asked. Scully took a moment to answer that question.

'Of course not.' She said softly. 'Obviously it feels a bit strange… after…'

'Sure.' Mulder said and looked down. Scully felt a pang of guilt and she took hold of his hand.

'But I don't regret it Mulder. We belong together. I love you.' She said gently and felt overwhelming emotion take over her. He was hers again, they were back together. Again.

'Last night was amazing. You were amazing.' Mulder said with a smile and Scully felt herself smirk. Mulder kissed her again, on the mouth this time and they kissed gently for a moment sharing the love for each other.

'Well…' Scully started with a sigh when they seperated. 'Lets get to work.'

SOMEWHERE NEAR

He stared at himself in the reflection and felt lost. Who was he. Where was he?

He stared into the shop window as in in a daze and frowned in confusion. How had he come to be? He felt lost, a stranger in the world. He stared at his face and saw his strong features. The dark messy hair, the brown childish eyes and that strong nose. Who was that face staring back at him. He didn't understand anything.

But he had seen him before! Yes! He had seen himself before, with a red headed girl. He knew that his name was…'Mulder.' And that she was… 'Scully. Yes she was called Scully', he thought to himself. His brain clocked over the details of his life and they made him confused. It was like they had been planted in his brain and weren't his own.

He felt an empty pit in his stomach and looked down at his hands and frowned in confusion. The faint lines on them were so strange. So carefully placed and made. They made an amazing pattern. What was the point of these lines? Was there a purpose to him? He felt his chest and listened to that pumping again. What was that? There was something inside of him pumping and pumping. And he was always moving his… chest. What was he doing? When he ran he started doing it more. He didn't understand. If he tried to stop it he felt like he was in pain and that he was going to faint. What was this called?

He needed to find out more. He needed to find out who and what he was.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

'Mr Nixon, I'm Agent Mulder and this is my partner Agent Scully. We'd like to ask you a few questions.' Mulder said in a low voice as he sat in the chair opposite Mr Alfred Nixon, the father of Sandy Nixon, the girl who had been killed. He was small and quiet and was looking down at the floor. Scully noticed immediately that the man was terrified. She felt a pang of sadness and she felt incredibly sorry for him, but she tried desperately to shake it off. He was the lead suspect after all.

Mulder looked across at the man and placed the papers down on the table in front of them. He sighed and took a deep breath as he started.

'I'm sure you realise the serious nature of these charges against you.' Mulder said in a quiet voice. Mr Nixon didn't answer. Scully leant against the wall with her arms crossed and looked at him, trying desperately to find out what was going on in this man's head.

'We'd like to ask you what happened on the night that your daughter was killed.' Mulder said in a tentative voice. Mulder was positive that this man wasn't the killer, but he still had to ask. Mr Nixon slowly raised his head and looked deep into Mulder's eyes. Mulder felt his stomach turn in shock as he saw the desperation and sadness that hit him when Mr Nixon looked at him. Mulder inhaled quickly and Scully noticed this and took a quick glance at Mulder and then back again at Mr Nixon. Scully felt hot tears sting her throat as she looked at this man.

'Haven't I already said enough?' Mr Nixon said. His voice cut through the room like a slice of glass and went straight into Scully's headstrings. She felt tears coat her throat. Surely this man couldn't have killed his daughter. He was clearly distraught.

'Please. It would help us.' Mulder said quietly and Mr Nixon moved uneasily.

'I was…' He started but then took a big deep breath. 'I was with my daughter in the house and we were watching television.' He said sadly. 'I was just with her and she… she…' He said quietly and Scully thought he was going to burst into tears. She frowned trying to stop hers from forming.

'She was there and then… she went to get a drink from the kitchen and… and she didn't come back.' He said quietly and there was a silence in the room.

'I'm so sorry for your loss.' Mulder said quietly and waited a moment before continuing. 'Sir, are you saying that you didn't hear or see anything happen to your daughter?

'I swear.. I swear it.' Mr Nixon said and then, as Scully had suspected he burst into tears and buried his face in his hands. 'God!' He cried out. 'Please find out how this happened! If only I… if only I could have… stopped it… my poor baby.. my poor poor baby…' He cried heavily and then sobbed again. Scully felt a hot tear roll down her cheek as she stared in shock and sadness at him. There was a long stillness in the room as the man cried and Mulder sat awkwardly for a moment until he realised that he couldn't do anything more.

'Thank you for your help.' He said in a quiet voice and got up from his seat and turned to see Scully staring at him, a tear glistening on her cheek. Mulder frowned in concern for her and moved towards her slowly then tapped her gently on the arm. She turned to him as if waking from a daze and then sniffed and wiped the tear away as if she was slightly embarassed. They walked out of the room together quietly and Mulder closed the door behind them as Scully leant against the wall and took a deep breath.

'Are you ok?' Mulder asked with concern as he put a hand on her arm. Scully nodded and pushed the tears away angrily.

'I'm ok.' She said in a quiet voice and Mulder put an arm around her affectionately. 'Really, I'm all right.' She said shaking it off and Mulder nodded.

'Ok.' He said quietly and they stood in silence for a minute.

'I don't know what's wrong with me I think I just really feel sorry for him. I felt guilty standing there having dissected his daughter last night.. god Mulder…' She said sadly and Mulder was silent, but she knew that he was concerned and that he cared.

'Scully, I don't know what to do about this man.'

'Mulder we both know that he didn't do it. He can't have.' She said and Mulder nodded.

'I know. But the police arent thinking that.'

'Well we have to stop the charges. We need to prove them wrong.'

'I know.' Mulder said as his brain ticked over. 'Come on Scully. I've got an idea.'

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