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I had finally arrived at my mother's house after hour upon hour of driving. I had ran onto the porch, ringing the doorbell frantically until she had answered. How I must look. My eyes were read and tears were still falling on my cheeks. I had a suitcase in my hand. I was shaking. She welcomed me inside where she tried to warm me up and tried to make me eat something. I had placed my suitcase in my old bedroom. She finally coaxed me into telling her my story. I told her everything, sometimes pausing for a breath, sometimes I had to stop because I was crying so hard. But, eventually, all the cards were laid on the table. She sighed, contemplating.
"Dana, honey, you know, this might just be a misunderstanding. Lord knows, your father and I had our share of those."
"Mom, he was kissing someone else! In our apartment!"
"Hmm. You are going to go back to work, though, right?"
"I quit. I couldn't stand being there anymore." I paused. "I have a friend in Chicago. Her name is Alyson Free. I could room with her. She works at a hospital. She wrote to me last week. She said that her hospital had an opening. In fact, working in the ER might be fun. I miss those days."
"Are you sure, Dana?"
"Yes. But if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here a few days to recuperate before I go to Chicago. I might want to make arrangements with Alyson first."
"It's no trouble, dear. You're welcome here anytime. You know that. You grew up in this house. You don't need to ask."
"I'm kind of tired, Mom. I'm going to go up to bed, alright?" She nodded. I headed up the stairs, laying on my bed, and crying myself to sleep.
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The phone rang shrilly. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. They burned. I blinked. It didn't help. I needed eye drops. I heard my mother answer the phone.
"Hello? I'm not allowed to tell you, Fox." I heaved a sigh. I knew he'd try here. "I can't tell you, Fox! No...Fox!" I walked over. I motioned for her to hand me the phone.
"Mulder? No, Mulder. I'm not going to listen to what you have to say. Yes, I loved you. Keyword there is loved. I don't anymore. You don't love me. Worked out perfect, huh? Mulder, don't even try calling here again. I'm not going to be here any longer. I'm leaving here, Mulder. I'm going somewhere and try as you might, you're not going to find me. Yes, I know you have the Gunmen, but I've already called them and told them what happened and they've agreed not to break confidence." I smiled smugly. I sighed again. "Good-bye, Mulder. For good." I hung the phone back on its cradle.
"Is it true that you're leaving today, Dana?"
"Yes. I've spoken with her very early this morning. She's already recommended me to her superiors, what with my background in the FBI and everything. She's pretty much done everything but given me 100% proof that I'm going to work there. The only thing she can guarantee me is a house. We've decided to room together."
"That's great, Dana." She hugged me tightly.
"I should go pack. I've got a long ways to go. I don't want to take a plane either." I started up the stairs, noticing out of the corner of my eye, my mom shaking her head in frustration.
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I sat there, dazed. She'd gone down every avenue that I was preparing to go down and she'd blocked it off. I sat there, my head in my hands. She talked to the Gunmen even. I had to laugh snidely at that. She'd known me well enough to check with the Gunmen. She was moving away. Away from him. Away from the things he had done. She was moving to start a fresh new life. Meet other people. Maybe even get married. Would she invite him? His heart twisted and lurched at the images his mind was concocting. Her leaving had been the worst thing that had happened to him. This time, it wasn't aliens. It wasn't Duane Barry. It was him. He had driven her out of his life because of a job. How screwed up was that? He didn't give a shit about his job...as long as Scully was there. Now, she wasn't. She was going to start a whole new life.
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I had finally arrived at my mother's house after hour upon hour of driving. I had ran onto the porch, ringing the doorbell frantically until she had answered. How I must look. My eyes were read and tears were still falling on my cheeks. I had a suitcase in my hand. I was shaking. She welcomed me inside where she tried to warm me up and tried to make me eat something. I had placed my suitcase in my old bedroom. She finally coaxed me into telling her my story. I told her everything, sometimes pausing for a breath, sometimes I had to stop because I was crying so hard. But, eventually, all the cards were laid on the table. She sighed, contemplating.
"Dana, honey, you know, this might just be a misunderstanding. Lord knows, your father and I had our share of those."
"Mom, he was kissing someone else! In our apartment!"
"Hmm. You are going to go back to work, though, right?"
"I quit. I couldn't stand being there anymore." I paused. "I have a friend in Chicago. Her name is Alyson Free. I could room with her. She works at a hospital. She wrote to me last week. She said that her hospital had an opening. In fact, working in the ER might be fun. I miss those days."
"Are you sure, Dana?"
"Yes. But if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here a few days to recuperate before I go to Chicago. I might want to make arrangements with Alyson first."
"It's no trouble, dear. You're welcome here anytime. You know that. You grew up in this house. You don't need to ask."
"I'm kind of tired, Mom. I'm going to go up to bed, alright?" She nodded. I headed up the stairs, laying on my bed, and crying myself to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The phone rang shrilly. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. They burned. I blinked. It didn't help. I needed eye drops. I heard my mother answer the phone.
"Hello? I'm not allowed to tell you, Fox." I heaved a sigh. I knew he'd try here. "I can't tell you, Fox! No...Fox!" I walked over. I motioned for her to hand me the phone.
"Mulder? No, Mulder. I'm not going to listen to what you have to say. Yes, I loved you. Keyword there is loved. I don't anymore. You don't love me. Worked out perfect, huh? Mulder, don't even try calling here again. I'm not going to be here any longer. I'm leaving here, Mulder. I'm going somewhere and try as you might, you're not going to find me. Yes, I know you have the Gunmen, but I've already called them and told them what happened and they've agreed not to break confidence." I smiled smugly. I sighed again. "Good-bye, Mulder. For good." I hung the phone back on its cradle.
"Is it true that you're leaving today, Dana?"
"Yes. I've spoken with her very early this morning. She's already recommended me to her superiors, what with my background in the FBI and everything. She's pretty much done everything but given me 100% proof that I'm going to work there. The only thing she can guarantee me is a house. We've decided to room together."
"That's great, Dana." She hugged me tightly.
"I should go pack. I've got a long ways to go. I don't want to take a plane either." I started up the stairs, noticing out of the corner of my eye, my mom shaking her head in frustration.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I sat there, dazed. She'd gone down every avenue that I was preparing to go down and she'd blocked it off. I sat there, my head in my hands. She talked to the Gunmen even. I had to laugh snidely at that. She'd known me well enough to check with the Gunmen. She was moving away. Away from him. Away from the things he had done. She was moving to start a fresh new life. Meet other people. Maybe even get married. Would she invite him? His heart twisted and lurched at the images his mind was concocting. Her leaving had been the worst thing that had happened to him. This time, it wasn't aliens. It wasn't Duane Barry. It was him. He had driven her out of his life because of a job. How screwed up was that? He didn't give a shit about his job...as long as Scully was there. Now, she wasn't. She was going to start a whole new life.
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