Title: The Truth Is Not Enough
Author: Dana_Maru
Summary: My turn to explain...take a look at what happens next.
Disclaimer: Chris Carter is GOD, if it wasn't for him we wouldn't have the pleasure of recreating his wonderful characters - but please don't sue me for borrowing them as I can't afford to pay the bills *sniffles*. So I beg of you, please just read and enjoy! ;-)
Authors Notes: I would like to say a big thank you to my mate Helen, who introduced me to fan fiction. And also thank all of you nice people who are taking the time to read this.

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My sincerest apologies if I have made any stupid mistakes in this but it is 4:30 am and I am trying my best, considering.

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Chapter Seven

The plane has reached the sky and is seemingly floating amongst the clouds. Mulder shifts around in his seat, still annoyed by the secret he cannot uncover.

"Come on, Scully, why won't you tell me?"

He makes an attempt again with the hazel puppy-dog-eyes. Scully simply turns away from him to stare through the tiny window at the landscape thousands of feet below. Patches of many different colors come into view, greens and oranges of farming areas contrasting with the stark grays of the cities they fly over.

"Hey, Scully? Answer me."

She turns her head to face him and raises an eyebrow daring him to ask again. He doesn't, annoying Scully is dangerous, especially in enclosed spaces.

"Mulder, this flight is gonna be a long one, make the most of it and get some sleep, I know I am. And one more thing, remember I have a gun, do not disturb my sleep."

'Good one' Mulder mentally tells himself, 'you're sitting in a very enclosed space and you are annoying the love of your life who happens to be carrying a gun. Not clever.'

He looks back on that day all those years ago when Scully shot him. When he was gonna kill Alex Krycek in retaliation for his father's death. Scully stopped him though - with a bullet in the shoulder. Although she did put her ass on the line to keep him safe, away from those thugs who were drugging him through his water. Krycek is the same man who killed Melissa, he knows that not from forensic evidence, but from a gut feeling, he has always suspected that Krycek because he rarely came out the good guy, he was a scheming little asshole. Although he did help them in very small ways - sometimes, if there was something in it for him. He always was a selfish little bastard! He seldom thought of anyone else but himself, but he is gone now, he died on the same day William was born. Mulder slowly drifts into an uneasy slumber, dreaming of a life without The Syndicate's involvement in his life a dream where his life would never have been imperfect. In his dream was a serene place where he can be with his sister as well as Scully and his son, William.

Around nine hours later, the plane is about to land at Glasgow airport, west of Scotland, it is almost summer and the sun shines brightly against the tarmac and shining it's rays through the windows of the aircraft. The light wakes Scully just as the wheels of the plane hits the ground with a light thud. Mulder is laying back in his seat, oblivious to the fact that the plane has landed and the passengers are leaving.

"Mulder, Mulder wake up, we're here."

"Huh? Where - where are we?"

"Glasgow, now get a move on unless you wanna end up back in America with Super Soldier hunting you down so they can kick your ass."

He does not really hear what she is saying, he is still in his dreamland.

"Okay, Mulder, forget about Super Soldiers. If you don't wake up and get off this plane right now, *I'm* gonna kick your ass."

Mulder reluctantly rises from the semi-soft seats and stretches his legs. Scully takes a hold of his hand as they walk down the plane's aisle and walk down the steps onto Scottish ground. It is a warm day, unusual but not unheard of in the early months of spring. The sun beats down on the tarmac and emits a great heat, which can be felt even through the soles of their shoes. They walk past numerous tourist shops and Mulder stops to look in the window of one that sells tartan fabrics.

"Why do I have the sudden urge to go in there and buy a kilt?"

Scully smiles at him, 'Thanks for the idea' she thinks. And she has a sudden image of their wedding day. She just couldn't bear to wait much longer, the suspense wasn't only getting to Mulder by now. Scully was getting tired of keeping it a secret, she was longing just to tell him yet she couldn't bring herself to. She wanted to see the look on his face when he saw her in her beautiful dress.

There was a car waiting to pick them up at the entrance of the airport, but all they could see were black taxis driving around in search of some passengers. The car they were waiting for pulled up in front of them and a woman got out. She was standing with her back to the pair, trying to lift something out of the car. She stood a few inches taller than Scully but not actually very tall. She wore a plum suit in a similar style as Scully often did and her choppy chestnut hair settled around her shoulders. Mulder got the sense he knew the woman, but she was in D.C - it couldn't be her. Could it?

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So folks, what are your thoughts so far? Do you wanna know who this mysterious woman is? Well, the quicker you get reviewing, the quicker you get to find out. Thanks again for reading it...

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