Meanwhile in Mulder's apartment
Mulder sat with his head in hands wishing he could erase the last week from existence and start all over again. If only he could've been more rational with Scully and not let his feeling get the best of him, if only he could've actually listened to what she was saying and not just jumped to his own hastey conclusions, if only he had done any of those things...he probably still would've kissed her and she would've still run out the door.
Suddenly, Mulder's thoughts were interupted by a strange noise coming from his bedroom door. He slowly got up and opened the door to find a pile of Lone Gunmen and boxes scattered across the floor.
"Little help here?" Frohike said trying to shift in the mess.
"Dude what happened," Langly asked taking in Mulder's defeated stance.
"I blew it," Mulder said softly leaning against the doorframe.
"I seriously doubt that you could've said anything that..." Byers began dusting himself off.
"I kissed her," Mulder said cutting him off.
"Lucky bastard," Frohike muttered as Langly shot him an evil look.
"So uhm I'm guessing that she didn't take it very well by the fact that she's not here," Byers asked?
"Well I suppose so," Mulder snapped.
"Woah, woah, hold on a second there," Langly said. "Maybe this is what she wanted, but she didn't even know it. Maybe she was so surprised that she didn't know how to react."
"Then why'd she leave?" Mulder asked.
"Well the answer to that is obvious, she's overwhelmed by..." Byers began.
"The fact that she's got choose between us," Frohike finished. Mulder, Langly, and Byers all shot him a look.
"I think there's only one thing you can do in this situation," Langly said flopping into a chair in Mulder's living room. "Go talk to her."
**Stayed Tuned for Chapter 8!!**
Mulder sat with his head in hands wishing he could erase the last week from existence and start all over again. If only he could've been more rational with Scully and not let his feeling get the best of him, if only he could've actually listened to what she was saying and not just jumped to his own hastey conclusions, if only he had done any of those things...he probably still would've kissed her and she would've still run out the door.
Suddenly, Mulder's thoughts were interupted by a strange noise coming from his bedroom door. He slowly got up and opened the door to find a pile of Lone Gunmen and boxes scattered across the floor.
"Little help here?" Frohike said trying to shift in the mess.
"Dude what happened," Langly asked taking in Mulder's defeated stance.
"I blew it," Mulder said softly leaning against the doorframe.
"I seriously doubt that you could've said anything that..." Byers began dusting himself off.
"I kissed her," Mulder said cutting him off.
"Lucky bastard," Frohike muttered as Langly shot him an evil look.
"So uhm I'm guessing that she didn't take it very well by the fact that she's not here," Byers asked?
"Well I suppose so," Mulder snapped.
"Woah, woah, hold on a second there," Langly said. "Maybe this is what she wanted, but she didn't even know it. Maybe she was so surprised that she didn't know how to react."
"Then why'd she leave?" Mulder asked.
"Well the answer to that is obvious, she's overwhelmed by..." Byers began.
"The fact that she's got choose between us," Frohike finished. Mulder, Langly, and Byers all shot him a look.
"I think there's only one thing you can do in this situation," Langly said flopping into a chair in Mulder's living room. "Go talk to her."
**Stayed Tuned for Chapter 8!!**