Title: Crop circles

Chapter 1: Rainy Reflections

Summary: Mulder investigates a case alone, while a healthy Scully is in a coma. Unfortunately for him, Fox Mulder isn't alone for long... MSR in later chapters, set sometime after Amor Fati.

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Notes: This changes POV a bit…sorry 'bout that…. This is also the rewritten version! Woo hoo! It should be much nicer now, and draw you in (hopefully) a bit more. Plus all those evil spelling and grammatical errors should be fixed. Pay close attention to the dates.

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11:43 PM                                                                                                                                                                               APRIL 3                                                                                                                                                                          WASHINGTON, D.C.

Rain patters upon the window, running in rivulets down the glass. My reflection stares back at me, his mood mirroring that of the storm. What is that, exactly? It is times like this when I wonder, amidst the gloom of the silver sky outside and the low grumbling of thunder, why I stand alone. I know I have been abandoned in the past - by my sister, and then by my father, and later by my mother. By the people I care most about in the world. Why, then, do I deny myself the one person who seems to lift the shroud of gloom, the darkness of my life, who seems to define and counterbalance myself in every way and form? Do I fear rejection, or yet another destitution? Perhaps if I never allow myself to fully embrace her, I can in effect never allow myself to hurt from the loss of that one person. My constant. My touchstone. But on days like this, I wonder...why? Is the potential depravement of her worth the pain I cause myself from holding back? Is it worth the pain I cause in her? I turn from the window, turn from my accusing reflection. It knows the answer.

Somehow I make my way outside, become saturated with heaven's tears. My eyelids lower over stormy eyes, face raised to the sky. And now it is not only the rain which streams down my face.

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          Despite my initial misgivings, I still showed up for work the next day. But she wasn't there. Shortly after arriving, a familiar ringing sounded. I fumbled the phone out of my pocket and dropped it twice before I snapped it open.

          "Mulder." I couldn't keep the irritation out of my voice.

          "Hey, Mulder, it's me." Her voice was gravel on gravel.

          "Scully, what is it? What's wrong?"

          "I can't come in to work today, Mulder…I'm having respiratory problems, I can barely breathe," as if to prove her point she stopped to take a deep breath before continuing, "I don't know what it is, Mulder, but-"

          "Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?" Concern colored his voice, worry written on his face. If only she could see it.

          Silence.

          "Scully?"

          Nothing.

          "SCULLY?"

In her house, the phone clattered to the floor.

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          A normally twenty minute drive was halved – it wasn't as if there were any pedestrians in the residential areas at the moment…Besides, it was an emergency. He was perfectly justified. Granted, it might not hold up in court, but it was still important.

          All the while he was driving, he couldn't help but worry. He knew it was useless to keep calling her but he did, shouting through his cell phone to the some unknown end, possibly heard but never answered. He finally arrived, some small part of his mind wondering how he was going to explain the absence of the only two agents on the X-Files to A.D. Skinner.

          Mulder didn't bother to ring the doorbell, but immediately locked an already unlocked door with his key. Cursing to himself, he unlocked the door again and stumbled into Scully's house.

          The lights were on, but he didn't see anyone.

          "Scully? Scully, where are you?"

          No response. He did a cursory of check of the living room and kitchen, and thought he saw her in the dining room but it proved to be some figment of his imagination.

          The bedroom proved otherwise.

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Word Count: 573