chapter 7

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*the next day*

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Scully and her baby were still asleep.

Mulder paced around his apartment. Scully had made a few revelations but nothing substantial. He was still worried. He was afraid that Scully would never remember who she is. Her comment about Samantha really got to him. He could not let his quest distract him from his new quest. To find Scully. He found her physically, just not mentally. She knew herself as Dana. That was a start. He had not called her Dana since her return. It was one of those things she just knew.

Scully walked into the kitchen where Mulder had paused from his pacing to grab a cup of coffee. Before the cup touches his lips, he caught sight of her. He put down his cup and smiles.

"Good morning, Scully."

Scully did not respond. Instead she kept walking towards him. He became curious and a little worried when she did not talk. She grabbed his face, gently yet forcefully, and kissed him. Scully forced his mouth open, and they stood in the middle of the kitchen like that for what seemed like forever. Mulder just stood there, stunned. She pulled away from him. Mulder blinked and licked his lips. He looked at her questioningly but said nothing.

"You were in my dream."

"What?" Mulder asked, confused.

"Last night and the night before."

"Oh."

"We kissed a waiting room. I didn't know if it was you."

Mulder just nodded. Scully turned back into the bedroom. Mulder gulped of his now-cold coffee as he took in what just happened. Then a huge smile covered his face.

[Scully has never been so forceful. Too bad.]

The rest of the morning passed by quietly. At about eleven thirty, Mulder walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. "Hey, Scully, you hungry?"

Scully nodded. "Why don't we go out to eat then?" Mulder continued. She just continued nodding. Mulder let Scully pick out the restaurant. As they were driving, she pointed out a small diner. Mulder parked the car and they walked inside, Mulder's hand gently resting on Scully's back, Scully cradling the baby in her arms and carrying the baby seat in her left hand.

They walked into the diner and sat across from each other in a booth. A young waitress, who looked about twenty or twenty-five, walked up to the table, pulled out a notepad and looked at Mulder.

"What would you and your wife like to drink?"

"She isn't my wife and I don't know what she wants. I want sweet tea."

The waitress looked at Scully, waiting for her to answer. Scully looked up, "Water, please."

The waitress returned with their drinks and they ordered their lunch. As they began eating, though, Mulder noticed that Scully was distracted.

"What's wrong, Scully?"

Scully did not respond, her eyes and attention were focused on a man sitting at the counter. Mulder turned around and saw the man that had Scully's attention.

"Who is he, Scully? Do you know him?"

"Yes. He is my husband."

"What?!"

a/n ::evil laugh:: don't you just *love* cliffhangers. they aren't so bad if you are the one

that made them