Scully and I both acted as if the fight had never happen. We never screamed at each other, we never acted like children, what are you talking about? The Police arived and put up the yellow tape and such. They put me and Scully in different rooms and questioned us. One of them knew us and gave us his apoligies and assured us that he would be home soon. I could tell he meant it, and that he really did believe it. When Skinner came Scully switched straight into work mode. Not a single crease in her face would defy her and show her weakness. Stonefaced and silent I could see her rebuilding that invisable wall it took me years to break through. She had her hair tied back and any sign of tears was removed from her face. She changed her clothes into something more professional even. As she told Skinner what happen there was no compassion in her voice. She was no longer Dana, mother of a missing little boy, Scully, greaving woman with a crushed spirit and a broken heart. She had transformed into Agent Scully right before my eyes.
"Okay well I was thinking maybe we could..."
Her tone was so calm, not that of panic that it was before. I didn't know how it happen but I saw time slip from me. All those years it took to build trust and break down the walls we had both built. It was all gone now. Her walls were back, our souls no longer one but separated by the growing wall. I thought I'd heard and seen it all. I thought I could be crushed no longer. Then she said the five most painful words ever.
"Maybe you should go home."
I searched her eyes for any sign of... anything. I saw nothing there, they were stone cold. They were no longer the liquid blue that had drown me in love only hours before. They were an icey blue of hatred and anger.
"I think you're mad at the wrong person here I..."
"Just... don't..."
I was a lost lonely puppy slipping out of her door that night. Tail between my legs, pride and spirit,broken, and shattered, all over her floor. I didn't have time to pick the pieces up though. I slipped out muttering a goodbye. Closed the door behind me and slid down it contemplating what to do next. Most of my clothes were at her house, most of my everything was. I was just waiting for my lease to end becuse I didn't want to pay for another month and not even use it. I used it as a storage bin pretty much though. Nothing important was there. There was a few changes of clothes for Will becuase my house was closer to the park and if we took him and he got messy going back to my house was always easier. There must have been some of my clothes too becuase Scully took up most of the room in the closet. But other than that, nothing. I heard the door handle lock click behind me and I dunno why but I looked under the door and through the crack of space between it and the floor. I saw her feet, she was just standing there. I felt like I was three though and eventually just stood and walked off. Where was I going? I didn't really know. According to Scully I was going "home," but to me, her appartment was home. Not my crummy little storage room.
Home is the place where you can always go. No matter how bad your day, what you've done, who you pissed off. Home is supposed to be a place where you can go and feel safe. For some reason as I slept in my "home" that night. I didn't feel so safe.