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REYES POV
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Three days later is when we leave. We leave Friday night, so I can be back for work on Monday. I don't know why but I'm scared. I know I shouldn't be but I am. I'm silent for the plane journey, the car journey to the motel. I can tell that Mulder has noticed how quiet I have been, but he hasn't said anything. I'm guessing he's just as scared. But like me wont admit it. I wait in the car as he goes up to the front desk of the motel. I wander what is taking him so long. He's been gone a little longer than I thought he'd be. I turn on the radio, I couldn't stand the silence of the car. Just me and my thoughts. It was deafening. Mulder runs back to the car quickly. It's raining very heavily. He quickly sits back into the drivers seat.
We have a little problem. He says.
The motel is full, the guy at the front desk said everywhere is booked solid. There's some kind of festival in town so all the tourists are in town for it.
So we have nowhere to stay? I ask him.
Well, that's not entirely accurate. I never ... I never sold the old house. Our house and I never got rid of anything. He tells me. I know what he's think. He wants to stay at the house. We don't have to. I'm sure we can find somewhere else.
No. Its okay. We can stay at the house. He looks a little shocked.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
I don't want to talk anymore. Then I may tell him how afraid I am to go back in that house. I don't want him to think any less of me. I know eventually I will get all my memories back. The past couple of nights I have been having some dreams from my childhood. During the day I would have visions of my forgotten past. Maybe with me visiting my old house, maybe I can get all of the memories back.
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MULDER POV
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She thinks I don't know. But I do. I know how scared she is. How frightened she is of going back to the house. I'm afraid to. But I don't think its anything compared to what she is feeling. We drive to the house in silence. The radio playing, making the silence between us that little bit more bearable. I pull the car into the driveway.
Here we are. I say.
Are you okay? I notice her go a little pale and her breathing deepen slightly.
Just give me a minute. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before taking off her seat belt and opening the car door. We both quickly grab out bags from the back of the car and run to the front door. I fiddle around with the keys before I manage to get it in the lock and turn the key. We both quickly step into the house and I shut and re-lock the door behind us. I turn back and look at Monica. She's silently crying. Tears are running down her cheeks but she makes no sound. She's looking into the living room. I walk up behind her and place my arms around her.
Are you okay? I whisper in her ear.
I remember this house. I remember somethings.
That's good. We sit down on the couch, she rests her head on my shoulder while one of my arms is around her shoulders and the other has taken her hand in mine.
My whole life, I thought I would never remember. I would live my life with no knowledge of what had happened to me. Where I came from. If I had any family out there. I always thought I would feel empty inside.
And now? What do you feel?
Complete. For the first time in my life I feel whole. There was always a piece of my heart missing and now its not. Its just a little overwhelming.
I understand.
We are silent as we both reflect on this very moment. Our entire lives had been spent searching for the truth. And now the truth had been found. We had found each other We had so much time to make up for. But now wasn't the time. We had come here to find what the Super Soldiers wanted.
Monica, we need to find what the Super Soldiers wanted.
I know.
Do you remember?
Bill Mulder hid it away. After the Cancer Man gave it to him.
Where did he hide it? I asked her. She stood up and motioned for me to stand as well. I was confused but did as she asked. She flipped the sofa cushions off of the sofa and onto the floor. My eyes widen at what I saw. There was what looked like a little locked door at the bottom of the sofa. It was key locked.
We need a key.
He had a key in his hands, I remember seeing him use it.
Do you remember where he put it? She closes her eyes to try and picture it. Remember that night. But she shakes her head in frustration. Hey its okay. I'm the master at locks.
I do remember you reading my diary. She tells me and gives me a little glare.
I'm sorry, it was just so tempting to read. I tell her in a childish voice as I begin to try and open the lock.
You're not sorry, you just wanted to see what I wrote about you.
Okay, that's true. A few seconds later the lock unlocks. Told you I was the master. I open the door and see a folder inside. I pick up the folder and can see how old it is. I blow the dust off of it and open it. Inside a small vile falls to the floor. Monica picks it up as I have a quick read through the large file. I could hardly believe what I was reading. I couldn't help but let my mouth hang open in shock. Monica must have noticed the look on my face.
What is it? What does it say?
I hand her the folder and she to quickly reads through it. She has the same reaction that I had. Shock. She looks up at me, by the look on her face I can tell she wants to laugh and she wants to cry all at once. But she doesn't know what reaction to have at this information. She only says one thing.
Oh my God.
