Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do, somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
But don't think twice, it's all right
-Bob Dylan

Mulder got his bearings once the pieces began to fit together, and that wasn't until three days later. When they told him that she was gone, he originally assumed that she was dead.

No, then he figured she was abducted–again. No,

Apparently she had awaken, called her Mom, and left.

Mulder slid into the chair in the small office of the nurse administrator. She was the one given the task of breaking Mulder's heart.

"I am sorry Mr. Mulder." She said simply hands out in front of her "but your–Ms. Scully was very adamant with both her family and us she wanted no one to call you and no contact with you.

"Does she know about Dylan?" He asked hopeful that she had just taken a breather to get used to the idea of being someone's mother after having been comatose for over a year.

Ginny blew from her mouth heavily This was not part of her job description, she silently cursed herself as she pulled in closer to the broken man in front of her. He was so devotede to the both of them, his daughter and his partner if that is what they were calling it these days. When the frail woman awoke three days ago, no one could believe it. They actually had called him, but he never answered his cell phone.

"Ms. Scully achieved lucidity almost form the moment she awoke Mr. Mulder. As a matter of fact she nearly gave two of our Nurses renal failure.

That's my girl he mused not being able to refrain from allowing the shit eating grin to overtake his face.

"But once she calmed down she started asking for you. When you didn't answer your cell phone.

Damn it I knew that was important, it was the same day he went to Chilmark. Three days ago.

"We called her mother. Mrs. Scully came right away. Made it here in record tme. Then she signed her out, accepted out referals for rehabilitation. And they left."

"You mean to tell me she woke up and just signed herself out?"

"No sir, she woke up and her guardian signed her out." Ginny replied, trying to maintain a professional distance on this one.

"But, she had to have some atrophy of her muscles, she would have needed assistance..." he absently bounced Dylan on one knee as she gnawed a hole into his shirt. Teething was a bitch.

"Mr. Mulder, your–Ms. Scully, not only being a medical doctor herself, was fully aware if her limitations. She was given a full work over, and sent off with the proper medical advice. There was not more that we could do."

"Where did she go?"He asked, though when it came out he sounded more like Oliver Twist asking for a second helping.

"I cannot tell you that sir, per the request of the family."

Mulder loaded his daughter into the backseat, and dialed the number 2 on his speed dial.

"Hello," as he opened his mouth to speak, the voice went on "I am sorry I missed your call, please leave a message.." damn he cursed.

"Maggie, Maggie its me Mulder please I have to know what is going on I have a right to know what is going on. I–I need to see her Maggie, please, I need to see her, and she needs to see Dylan." The machine cut him off before he could continue.

He stood at the side of the car kicking any part of the car that would not scare Dylan. "Oh its ok Honey," he smirked at the quizzical look she gave him. "Daddy is just having a nervous breakdown. I'll get back to being Mr. Potato Head for you in about oh lets see how long are the in patient evaluations?"

Right at that moment, she decided to grace him with one of her dazzling toothless grins. It was enough to make Hitler celebrate Hanukkah.

He crawled into the back seat to sit next to her, holding her tiny hand and clutching her car seat. He wasn't sure if her mother didnt want her. He could live with her walking away from him, after what he had doen he knew this was the price he would pay. But to walk away from Dylan, it angered and scared him. He did not want her to go through life without a mother. He knew how that was, and even with the recent reconciliation they had made, forty years is still a long time to go motherless.

She had abandoned both of them,

Dana Scully lay in the back of her brother's front lawn. It felt soo good to have the California sun gleam unto her body. Her Body, it hadn't felt like hers in what, days years? What had happened to her?

Then, like always over the last three days, she remembered.

Betrayal, mistrust. Ever got raped? Well that was bad enough. A rape you can get through. Eventually You would never be ok with it. But you live. She had a friend once that had been raped the classic case, Out late walking home from the library. Dana had gone to pick her up from the hospital the next day. Sharon was a shell of what she once was. She screamed in the night for no reason, couldn't stand to be alone for more than ten minutes. Dating was defiantly out of the question. If a man looked at her sideways for longer than ten seconds she was dialing 911 and reaching for her pepper spray. She drove all of her roommates insane and eventually dropped out of school and went home to Colorado.

Last time she heard from her she was happily married with three kids and working as a CPA. See eventually life evens out, you get a second chance to figure things out, to take the proverbial hot bath for your soul and clean off all the slime that had built up.

Dana had needed cleansing for over a year now, only her foulness was allowed to ferment, swelling up in her like a loaf of bread until she

Popped.

Rape was one thing, rape was an act, nothing personal ma'am, sorry to bother you but I have these deep seated issues with my mother and my own libido. I just need to borrow your nether regions for oh about maybe ten to fifteen minutes.

Nothing Personal.

This was different, this reached into her psyche and ripped the soul right out from under her. Hee had crawled into her head, and she had allowed it to happen, slow over five years he had begun to knock don all of those carefully placed walls she had carefully laid around her. He had come to her window, crawled inside. And she had intentionally left the damn thing open. She felt him ripping away her soul a little at a time but she could not move.

At first, she believed it was a stranger, someone that had merely taken an opportunistic breech in her usually careful secure apartment. She had felt that way until she realized the one sense that did not betray you in the dark.

It was his smell, even if she were dead and buried that smell would cross to the afterlife and haunt her.

And she was powerless for over a year to do anything about it. She was raped one night and it went on for nine months. And no one cared what SHE wanted.

Ok so don't kill me plz, this is a post I had to make to hmmm set things up please stay with me on this I swear it will all make perfect sense someday.

I will appreciate all flames here good and bad, I love my readers, yall have a lot to say so spill it, anything you don't like let me know.

Oh my favorite line number one–If there's ice tea in that bag, it could be love

Favorite line #2 I have to tell Skinner his suspect is a blood sucking worm."