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The ride to Scully's apartment was a quiet one. Neither one had anything
that they wanted to say. The just had too much on their minds.
I wonder why Scully is acting so weird. She probably blames me for
everything that's happened to her. Then again, she usually doesn't. Maybe
she's mad at me for running off. I wish she wasn't. I wish she believed me
when I told her how much I love her.
I wish Mulder wouldn't act so clingy. I mean, sure, I wish we were
*together*, but not so soon. He's been gone for over a year. I can't just
jump into his arms like that. I don't want to seem dependant.
Mulder and Scully got back to her house in time for dinner. Scully was not
planning on having anyone for dinner, so all she had were TV dinners. Mulder
suggested ordering pizza, but Scully said that she was in the mood for
Chinese take-out. Scully ordered the food and left Mulder to shower while
she went to pick it up. This left them both time to think about this new
change. They had not seen each other in a year, so things were a little
awkward between them.
After Mulder got out of the shower, he went over to wear he hung his coat up
on the closet door knob. He reached into the pocket, and slowly pulled out
a purple velvet box. He opened it, watching how the light reflected in the
diamond, and quickly shoved it back into the coat as Scully opened the door.
"Hey, could you give me a hand?" Scully asked as she fumbled around with the
large, brown paper bag. "Thanks," she replied as he took it from her.
"Thanks for everything, Scully. I guess you could say I ruined your night."
"Oh, not at all. I never have anything planned, and I am relieved to see you
back home, safe and sound. I guess I just feel a little uncomfortable
because I haven't seen you in so long. That's all."
"Well, if I start to get on your nerves, just tell me."
Why is Mulder acting so considerate? "Okay, but I wouldn't worry about it
if I were you."
"So."
"So."
"What kind of Chinese food did you buy? Did you get Sesame Chicken?"
"Of course. It *is* still your favorite, right?"
"Ah, you know me too well, Scully."
Mulder and Scully were a lot more relaxed around each other. They both
assumed they just needed some "warming up" time to adjust. Over dinner,
they discussed there lives after Mulder disappeared. By the end of the night
they both ended up crying in each others arms, mourning Scully's loss and
Mulder's torture. At around two o'clock, Scully decided it was time to turn
in for the night. She brought out a pillow and some blankets for Mulder and
turned in for the night.
"G'night, Scully."
"Night, Mulder."
"Sweet dreams."
"Mmm, you too," Scully mumbled.
************************
Scully woke up to the ring of the telephone. Still half-asleep, she picked
up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Scully, it's me, Langly."
"Oh, wadda you want at this hour?" Scully asked, looking at the clock. It
read 5:54.
"Who the hell is *that*?" Mulder asked from the other room.
"Ooo. I guess you were busy last night. Eh, Scully?" Langly remarked.
"No! I found Mulder last night. And NO! He slept on the couch."
"You found Mulder? Great. And I am sure Frohike will be pleased to know he
slept on the couch."
"Whatever. Now, do you have a reason to call me or did you get number happy
with the telephone?"
"Oh, yeah! Me and Byers have been reading through some confidential historic
documents and we have come to a shocking conclusion. We have reason to
believe that our first president, George Washington, was part alien."
"Oh, Langly, give it up!"
"No, listen! By looking at his family tree, we have found evidence proving
that his mother was half alien, therefore making George a quarter alien.
George's grandfather, his mother's father, has a unique heritage consisting
of-" *click*
Scully hung up the phone and went back to bed. She woke up three hours
later to another phone call. This time it was Assistant Director Skinner.
"'Lo?"
"Agent Scully, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Then where the hell are you?"
"Oh, I uh, umm...Well, you see I-"
"Are you going to come into work today? I need that case report on my desk
by five!"
"Agent Doggett'll take care of it today. I-I'm gonna take a few days off."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Skinner asked again.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. I'll be in on Wednesday."
"I will expect you back here bright and early."
"Okay, Sir. Good-bye."
"Bye."
By this time, Mulder is standing in the doorway, smirking.
"What?" Scully asked, slightly annoyed that he has that look on his face.
"Oh, nothing. Was that Skin-man himself?"
"Yeah, I thought he was gonna have a heart attack when I told him I was
taking a day off. Surprisingly, he seemed unaffected. Well, I have two days
and we have a lot of work to do. First, you need some clothes. I'll make
breakfast while you take a shower, and then I'll take one. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am," Mulder replied. Those two words earned Mulder the look. He
just smiled innocently and walked towards the bathroom.
************
After they finished getting ready, Mulder and Scully left her apartment and
headed toward the car. As usual, Mulder ended up driving. The first stop
was the mall. Mulder picked out a new wardrobe, which consisted of the usual
assortment of wacky ties. Scully put her foot down and only allowed him to
buy one weird tie. The other ties were either striped or solid. Afterwards,
Mulder changed into one of his new outfits, and they stopped to eat lunch.
"Okay, I'm driving this time. It's obvious that you haven't driven in a
while, and I don't feel like getting into a car accident today."
"But Sculleee," whined Mulder. "I wanna drive."
"But Mulderrrr, I don't care!" Scully whined back. Mulder pouted and
reluctantly got into the passenger's side of the car.
"Mulder, where do you want to eat?" Scully asked as they turned out of the
parking lot.
"Uh, how about Applebee's? I could really go for a nice, cold beer and a
steak right now."
Scully nodded in reply and turned at the next exit. In a matter of minutes
they were walking into the restaurant. Mulder held
the door for her
and
guided her into the restaurant with his hand on the
"made for Mulder"
small
of her back. Over lunch they talked about Mulder's
plans.
"So, I guess I need a place to stay. And a car.
Maybe I should reapply
for my job."
"First thing's first, Mulder. You don't need to worry
about a place to
stay.
You are always more than welcome to stay at my place.
I think we
should
swing by the FBI Headquarters. I guess I haven't told
you about John?"
Mulder's face sank as he heard a man's name. "Oh, is
John your
boyfriend?"
he asked in the most casual way possible.
"Hell no! John is Agent John Doggett. He's my
new...uh, he was your
replacement. He came shortly after you disappeared"
"Oh, well, I can see that everyone was sorry to see me
go!" Mulder
retorted.
"Don't worry about it. I am sure they will give you
your job back once
they
see that you have reappeared."
***
"Sorry, Mulder. I was positive that they would allow
you to reapply
for
your
job. I'm sorry, Mulder. I really am."
"No, don't worry about it," he replied. He
brightened up and said,
"Now we
don't have to worry about not being able to have a
relationship.
Right,
Scully?"
"Well, I think we need to get reacquainted. Things
have changed a lot
since
we last saw each other."
"You mean, you don't want to get together?" he asked
as the twinkle
slowly
vanished from his eyes.
"Oh, Mulder! Of course I want there to be an us.
It's just...I'm
scared."
Mulder looked at her in disbelief. Did Dana Katherine
Scully just say that she was scared?
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The ride to Scully's apartment was a quiet one. Neither one had anything
that they wanted to say. The just had too much on their minds.
I wonder why Scully is acting so weird. She probably blames me for
everything that's happened to her. Then again, she usually doesn't. Maybe
she's mad at me for running off. I wish she wasn't. I wish she believed me
when I told her how much I love her.
I wish Mulder wouldn't act so clingy. I mean, sure, I wish we were
*together*, but not so soon. He's been gone for over a year. I can't just
jump into his arms like that. I don't want to seem dependant.
Mulder and Scully got back to her house in time for dinner. Scully was not
planning on having anyone for dinner, so all she had were TV dinners. Mulder
suggested ordering pizza, but Scully said that she was in the mood for
Chinese take-out. Scully ordered the food and left Mulder to shower while
she went to pick it up. This left them both time to think about this new
change. They had not seen each other in a year, so things were a little
awkward between them.
After Mulder got out of the shower, he went over to wear he hung his coat up
on the closet door knob. He reached into the pocket, and slowly pulled out
a purple velvet box. He opened it, watching how the light reflected in the
diamond, and quickly shoved it back into the coat as Scully opened the door.
"Hey, could you give me a hand?" Scully asked as she fumbled around with the
large, brown paper bag. "Thanks," she replied as he took it from her.
"Thanks for everything, Scully. I guess you could say I ruined your night."
"Oh, not at all. I never have anything planned, and I am relieved to see you
back home, safe and sound. I guess I just feel a little uncomfortable
because I haven't seen you in so long. That's all."
"Well, if I start to get on your nerves, just tell me."
Why is Mulder acting so considerate? "Okay, but I wouldn't worry about it
if I were you."
"So."
"So."
"What kind of Chinese food did you buy? Did you get Sesame Chicken?"
"Of course. It *is* still your favorite, right?"
"Ah, you know me too well, Scully."
Mulder and Scully were a lot more relaxed around each other. They both
assumed they just needed some "warming up" time to adjust. Over dinner,
they discussed there lives after Mulder disappeared. By the end of the night
they both ended up crying in each others arms, mourning Scully's loss and
Mulder's torture. At around two o'clock, Scully decided it was time to turn
in for the night. She brought out a pillow and some blankets for Mulder and
turned in for the night.
"G'night, Scully."
"Night, Mulder."
"Sweet dreams."
"Mmm, you too," Scully mumbled.
************************
Scully woke up to the ring of the telephone. Still half-asleep, she picked
up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Scully, it's me, Langly."
"Oh, wadda you want at this hour?" Scully asked, looking at the clock. It
read 5:54.
"Who the hell is *that*?" Mulder asked from the other room.
"Ooo. I guess you were busy last night. Eh, Scully?" Langly remarked.
"No! I found Mulder last night. And NO! He slept on the couch."
"You found Mulder? Great. And I am sure Frohike will be pleased to know he
slept on the couch."
"Whatever. Now, do you have a reason to call me or did you get number happy
with the telephone?"
"Oh, yeah! Me and Byers have been reading through some confidential historic
documents and we have come to a shocking conclusion. We have reason to
believe that our first president, George Washington, was part alien."
"Oh, Langly, give it up!"
"No, listen! By looking at his family tree, we have found evidence proving
that his mother was half alien, therefore making George a quarter alien.
George's grandfather, his mother's father, has a unique heritage consisting
of-" *click*
Scully hung up the phone and went back to bed. She woke up three hours
later to another phone call. This time it was Assistant Director Skinner.
"'Lo?"
"Agent Scully, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Then where the hell are you?"
"Oh, I uh, umm...Well, you see I-"
"Are you going to come into work today? I need that case report on my desk
by five!"
"Agent Doggett'll take care of it today. I-I'm gonna take a few days off."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Skinner asked again.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. I'll be in on Wednesday."
"I will expect you back here bright and early."
"Okay, Sir. Good-bye."
"Bye."
By this time, Mulder is standing in the doorway, smirking.
"What?" Scully asked, slightly annoyed that he has that look on his face.
"Oh, nothing. Was that Skin-man himself?"
"Yeah, I thought he was gonna have a heart attack when I told him I was
taking a day off. Surprisingly, he seemed unaffected. Well, I have two days
and we have a lot of work to do. First, you need some clothes. I'll make
breakfast while you take a shower, and then I'll take one. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am," Mulder replied. Those two words earned Mulder the look. He
just smiled innocently and walked towards the bathroom.
************
After they finished getting ready, Mulder and Scully left her apartment and
headed toward the car. As usual, Mulder ended up driving. The first stop
was the mall. Mulder picked out a new wardrobe, which consisted of the usual
assortment of wacky ties. Scully put her foot down and only allowed him to
buy one weird tie. The other ties were either striped or solid. Afterwards,
Mulder changed into one of his new outfits, and they stopped to eat lunch.
"Okay, I'm driving this time. It's obvious that you haven't driven in a
while, and I don't feel like getting into a car accident today."
"But Sculleee," whined Mulder. "I wanna drive."
"But Mulderrrr, I don't care!" Scully whined back. Mulder pouted and
reluctantly got into the passenger's side of the car.
"Mulder, where do you want to eat?" Scully asked as they turned out of the
parking lot.
"Uh, how about Applebee's? I could really go for a nice, cold beer and a
steak right now."
Scully nodded in reply and turned at the next exit. In a matter of minutes
they were walking into the restaurant. Mulder held
the door for her
and
guided her into the restaurant with his hand on the
"made for Mulder"
small
of her back. Over lunch they talked about Mulder's
plans.
"So, I guess I need a place to stay. And a car.
Maybe I should reapply
for my job."
"First thing's first, Mulder. You don't need to worry
about a place to
stay.
You are always more than welcome to stay at my place.
I think we
should
swing by the FBI Headquarters. I guess I haven't told
you about John?"
Mulder's face sank as he heard a man's name. "Oh, is
John your
boyfriend?"
he asked in the most casual way possible.
"Hell no! John is Agent John Doggett. He's my
new...uh, he was your
replacement. He came shortly after you disappeared"
"Oh, well, I can see that everyone was sorry to see me
go!" Mulder
retorted.
"Don't worry about it. I am sure they will give you
your job back once
they
see that you have reappeared."
***
"Sorry, Mulder. I was positive that they would allow
you to reapply
for
your
job. I'm sorry, Mulder. I really am."
"No, don't worry about it," he replied. He
brightened up and said,
"Now we
don't have to worry about not being able to have a
relationship.
Right,
Scully?"
"Well, I think we need to get reacquainted. Things
have changed a lot
since
we last saw each other."
"You mean, you don't want to get together?" he asked
as the twinkle
slowly
vanished from his eyes.
"Oh, Mulder! Of course I want there to be an us.
It's just...I'm
scared."
Mulder looked at her in disbelief. Did Dana Katherine
Scully just say that she was scared?