"I've been searching, searching for a reason, to either fight or fly.
Either way, patriot or treason, it's gonna be one long hard ride."
-From "2001" by (who else) Melissa Etheridge
(Author's note: Aren't these quotes great? I swear her whole CD could be an x-files soundtrack)
"So, I'm assuming that you have some sort of plan, right?" Scully was sitting on their cot; Mulder was pacing the room.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking. So much for your 'great old friend Noel.'"
"It's not my fault! I didn't know she would turn us in!"
"Well it's not my fault either, is it now? How come I have to be the one to come up with a plan all the time anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're the one who we all had to spring from prison? Because You're the reason we're all FUGITIVES!" Mulder turned to face her, kneeling down on the floor right in front of her. "Mulder, I...I'm..." She started to try to apologize. He interrupted. "Don't you think that I know that? I die a thousand times every night...every night when I hear you cry, and I do hear you, I kill myself inside for what I've done to you. Your brother's right...you should have left me years ago, when they threatened to send you to Salt Lake City. I told you to go be a doctor, and you refused. Why, Why Scully? Hanging around with me...it's killing you. Why not just turn me in? They'd pardon you, and you could live again. I'd take the death penalty with eagerness if I thought it would make up for what I've done to you."
Tears flowed freely down Scully's face. "I'm so sorry." She choked back a sob. "You ask me why? How can you not know? I love you, damn it, and I don't care if it means we have to live in a hole in the ground for the rest of our lives. As long as I'm with you, I don't care. Please don't blame yourself. Like you said, I could've left any time. You didn't do this to me...they did this to us."
Mulder didn't know if it was her tears or his own that fell on their intertwined hands. They felt cool, almost cold as they dripped off his hand and into her lap. She reached up and grabbed the sides of his face, wiping tears away with her thumbs. "Oh Mulder...I'm..." but she couldn't finish. Instead, she pulled his head down and pressed her lips solidly into his forehead. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing him in, crying without reserve onto his shirt.
***"So, where did your parents say that they'd meet you?" Granny drove them through the town. Doggett was sitting shotgun; Reyes sat in the back of the woman's old station wagon.
"Right here is good," Doggett had the woman pull into a gas station on the side of the highway. "Thank you so much for your help...I wish I could pay you for all you've done for us."
"Oh, nonsense. Don't be silly. I enjoyed your company. You two take care of yourselves, now, and good luck with your wedding."
Reyes and Doggett waved as she drove off, and then they went and sat on a bench outside of the gas station, holding the paper bag filled with food that she had given them. "I feel kind of bad, like we used that poor woman." Reyes confessed.
"I know what you mean. But what else were we going to do? What are we going to do now?"
"I have no idea. Let's go inside...it looks like there are some places to sit and maybe we can find out a little about where we are and where we can go."
Inside, a TV was on to a local station playing a news report. Still no sign of the two American fugitives who escaped authorities at the Toronto Airport last night. Police are releasing this picture, and asking for any help they can get. Doggett and Reyes stared in disbelief as a clip from an airline security video clearly showed both of their faces as they spoke with the woman behind the counter. Apparently, no one else in the shop had been watching the news report; they all seemed oblivious. Doggett swore under his breath.
-From "2001" by (who else) Melissa Etheridge
(Author's note: Aren't these quotes great? I swear her whole CD could be an x-files soundtrack)
"So, I'm assuming that you have some sort of plan, right?" Scully was sitting on their cot; Mulder was pacing the room.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking. So much for your 'great old friend Noel.'"
"It's not my fault! I didn't know she would turn us in!"
"Well it's not my fault either, is it now? How come I have to be the one to come up with a plan all the time anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're the one who we all had to spring from prison? Because You're the reason we're all FUGITIVES!" Mulder turned to face her, kneeling down on the floor right in front of her. "Mulder, I...I'm..." She started to try to apologize. He interrupted. "Don't you think that I know that? I die a thousand times every night...every night when I hear you cry, and I do hear you, I kill myself inside for what I've done to you. Your brother's right...you should have left me years ago, when they threatened to send you to Salt Lake City. I told you to go be a doctor, and you refused. Why, Why Scully? Hanging around with me...it's killing you. Why not just turn me in? They'd pardon you, and you could live again. I'd take the death penalty with eagerness if I thought it would make up for what I've done to you."
Tears flowed freely down Scully's face. "I'm so sorry." She choked back a sob. "You ask me why? How can you not know? I love you, damn it, and I don't care if it means we have to live in a hole in the ground for the rest of our lives. As long as I'm with you, I don't care. Please don't blame yourself. Like you said, I could've left any time. You didn't do this to me...they did this to us."
Mulder didn't know if it was her tears or his own that fell on their intertwined hands. They felt cool, almost cold as they dripped off his hand and into her lap. She reached up and grabbed the sides of his face, wiping tears away with her thumbs. "Oh Mulder...I'm..." but she couldn't finish. Instead, she pulled his head down and pressed her lips solidly into his forehead. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing him in, crying without reserve onto his shirt.
***"So, where did your parents say that they'd meet you?" Granny drove them through the town. Doggett was sitting shotgun; Reyes sat in the back of the woman's old station wagon.
"Right here is good," Doggett had the woman pull into a gas station on the side of the highway. "Thank you so much for your help...I wish I could pay you for all you've done for us."
"Oh, nonsense. Don't be silly. I enjoyed your company. You two take care of yourselves, now, and good luck with your wedding."
Reyes and Doggett waved as she drove off, and then they went and sat on a bench outside of the gas station, holding the paper bag filled with food that she had given them. "I feel kind of bad, like we used that poor woman." Reyes confessed.
"I know what you mean. But what else were we going to do? What are we going to do now?"
"I have no idea. Let's go inside...it looks like there are some places to sit and maybe we can find out a little about where we are and where we can go."
Inside, a TV was on to a local station playing a news report. Still no sign of the two American fugitives who escaped authorities at the Toronto Airport last night. Police are releasing this picture, and asking for any help they can get. Doggett and Reyes stared in disbelief as a clip from an airline security video clearly showed both of their faces as they spoke with the woman behind the counter. Apparently, no one else in the shop had been watching the news report; they all seemed oblivious. Doggett swore under his breath.