While all of this was occurring, Scully was a complete nervous wreck. She
would sit down on her couch just to get up moments later, pace around her
apartment and repeat the cycle. She was both nervous and excited, and she
couldn't really wait to see the outcome of her 'project.'
She was extremely nervous for the sole reason that she had realized just after she had been forced out of Mulder's apartment, that Mulder would most likely be very testy with her for doing what she did. He kept his work and life tightly guarded, and now it was going to unfold for millions of viewers on national television.
She had called her mother earlier in the day. Maggie had been skeptical but hadn't come right out and said it. Scully could hear it in her voice. She had hung up with her mother feeling empty and sick to her stomach. She had made a great attempt to fix herself something to eat, but looking at the food only made her find a detestable level of contempt for herself.
When her phone rang, she jumped. Walking over to it, she bit her lip and allowed her hand to hover over the receiver. On the fourth ring, she quickly picked up.
"Ah, hello?" Scully answered, her voice wavering. She swallowed deeply and audibly and bit her lip once more.
"Dana, they'll be ready for you in about two hours. So if you could be here around six, that'd be great." The producer said to her, his voice sounding hurried and utterly important.
"Okay but-"
"Great doll, we'll so you then. Ciao!" The utterly important voice was replaced by utterly unimportant silence that only served to heighten her distain for the situation. Her lip was beginning to hurt, so she stopped biting it, and sucked on it instead. Scully thought it would be smart to take her mind off of the situation at hand, so she went to the kitchen and made another sandwich.
Her mind began to wander and she was faced with deciding if what she had gone and done was a betrayal of the trust that they had taken so long to establish. By the time she returned to the present, she had made five turkey sandwiches, all perfectly assembled, and all looking at her like they were disgusted with her. She saran wrapped them and made her way to the bathroom.
Maybe a shower would do her good...
She was extremely nervous for the sole reason that she had realized just after she had been forced out of Mulder's apartment, that Mulder would most likely be very testy with her for doing what she did. He kept his work and life tightly guarded, and now it was going to unfold for millions of viewers on national television.
She had called her mother earlier in the day. Maggie had been skeptical but hadn't come right out and said it. Scully could hear it in her voice. She had hung up with her mother feeling empty and sick to her stomach. She had made a great attempt to fix herself something to eat, but looking at the food only made her find a detestable level of contempt for herself.
When her phone rang, she jumped. Walking over to it, she bit her lip and allowed her hand to hover over the receiver. On the fourth ring, she quickly picked up.
"Ah, hello?" Scully answered, her voice wavering. She swallowed deeply and audibly and bit her lip once more.
"Dana, they'll be ready for you in about two hours. So if you could be here around six, that'd be great." The producer said to her, his voice sounding hurried and utterly important.
"Okay but-"
"Great doll, we'll so you then. Ciao!" The utterly important voice was replaced by utterly unimportant silence that only served to heighten her distain for the situation. Her lip was beginning to hurt, so she stopped biting it, and sucked on it instead. Scully thought it would be smart to take her mind off of the situation at hand, so she went to the kitchen and made another sandwich.
Her mind began to wander and she was faced with deciding if what she had gone and done was a betrayal of the trust that they had taken so long to establish. By the time she returned to the present, she had made five turkey sandwiches, all perfectly assembled, and all looking at her like they were disgusted with her. She saran wrapped them and made her way to the bathroom.
Maybe a shower would do her good...