She didn't know what to say to him to get his name. It would seem pretty
stupid if she just said, "Hey! Boy what's your name?" She couldn't do that,
and yet she found that was exactly what she was doing.
"Um, this might sound weird, little guy, but I forgot your name." How suave, she thought. But the boy didn't seem to think so. He just looked up and kinda half smiled.
"It doesn't sound weird. Not at all. Especially considering the fact that you woke up this morning in the body of yourself, but in the path of which you did not choose. I understand. I'm Sam."
Scully had nothing to say.
After the older boys were at school she spoke again, "What do you say we take a ride down to the FBI building and see if I've still got my job okay?" She looked back and smiled, but didn't get one return.
"I'm sorry. You see, you're a house mom now. I didn't mean to. I am sorry." His eyes welled up with tears.
"What did you do? None of this is your fault, I mean; obviously I did this to myself. Obviously I did something wrong in order for me to deserve this living hell." She sighed, and threw her head in her hands.
Her world was collapsing. She missed Mulder. She loved Mulder. He's gone and she took it for granite. She felt like crying when she felt a warm hand on hers. It was smooth as silk. She looked up and saw Sam crying next to her. So she wrapped him in her arms and they cried together for at least an hour until Sam spoke up,
"Now that we've gotten that out, let's go get the Mulder."
"Um, this might sound weird, little guy, but I forgot your name." How suave, she thought. But the boy didn't seem to think so. He just looked up and kinda half smiled.
"It doesn't sound weird. Not at all. Especially considering the fact that you woke up this morning in the body of yourself, but in the path of which you did not choose. I understand. I'm Sam."
Scully had nothing to say.
After the older boys were at school she spoke again, "What do you say we take a ride down to the FBI building and see if I've still got my job okay?" She looked back and smiled, but didn't get one return.
"I'm sorry. You see, you're a house mom now. I didn't mean to. I am sorry." His eyes welled up with tears.
"What did you do? None of this is your fault, I mean; obviously I did this to myself. Obviously I did something wrong in order for me to deserve this living hell." She sighed, and threw her head in her hands.
Her world was collapsing. She missed Mulder. She loved Mulder. He's gone and she took it for granite. She felt like crying when she felt a warm hand on hers. It was smooth as silk. She looked up and saw Sam crying next to her. So she wrapped him in her arms and they cried together for at least an hour until Sam spoke up,
"Now that we've gotten that out, let's go get the Mulder."