Looking down at the photo album in her hands, with a look of utter surprise, "what? Married? Mulder, you? Married? Why didn't you ever tell me this before? How…when…I don't know what to say to you Mulder, I didn't know you were ever married." Looking down at the bag of sunflower seeds which he has dug out of his pocket, he takes one out and pops it in his mouth. Looking at him, "Phoebe Green?" Smiling at her, "no, we were together, but it wasn't long, or serious. Phoebe was in London. Diana was here." Looking at the photo album, she then looks at him, and then back at the album. He reaches over her an opens it, to a surprising Mulder in a black tuxedo and Diana in a wedding dress. She is very jealous and upset to see this, but she doesn't show it, because first of all, she would not show Mulder any of her emotions, unless something was just too shocking or upsetting and she couldn't control herself, which, by the way, is very rare for her, and second of all, on studying the photos, she realizes Mulder was very very happy then. "You loved her very much didn't you?" Looking at Scully, "I still do." Her heart sinks to the pit of her stomach at these words, she feels a lump rise in her throat, and feels as if she is going to be sick….take a breath Dana, just breathe, don't let him see you this way, she thinks to herself. "But it is over between us," says Mulder, interrupting her thoughts. "I can honestly tell you, I will always love her, but we will never ever be together again, too much has happened, I have done too much…" interrupting him, "Mulder she is the one who was working against you. You haven't done anything." Turning his head and getting up off the sofa, he walks to his desk opens the drawer and pulls out a red file, one which she has never seen before. He pulls out some reports and pictures, and hands them to Scully. Taking them from him with a confused look on her face, she opens the files and takes out the picture and reports. She starts reading the repots, seeing medical reports of a woman with multiple lacerations and contusions to the face. Also seeing that this person has a broken jaw, but not noticing names or details, and then she pulls the pictures form behind the reports…it is Diana. She assumes that it is after a case and Mulder, being the person he is, feels bad because he wasn't able to get to her in time. Well he didn't get to me in time either, if he had been home when I called him that night that Duane Barry abducted me, maybe he could have gotten to me too. Wait, stop blaming him for this, this is not his fault, just stop. He feels bad enough already, I mean, I went through that with Jack and it was very hard on him, thinking to herself. Though in all reality, her helping him was probably what helped her through the trauma itself. "What case was this Mulder?" Looking out the window, ashamed to look at his partner, "The case of Fox Mulder, the drunk, coked up FBI agent, who beat the shit out of his wife one night." Scully looks at him, then at the reports more closely and sees that his signature was there, he filed these reports on himself. She drops the reports on the floor, she looks at him as if she is in shock. She gets up and walks to the table, grabs her keys and walks out the door, slamming it shut behind her. He turns to see the reports on the floor where she dropped them and to see the door shut. He walks to the door and opens it to see her getting on the elevator and closing the doors. He starts to go after her and then stops, wondering exactly what she is feeling about him, so he decides to leave it as it is. He walks to the pile of papers on the floor and picks up the folder, putting the papers back in the folder, he lays it on the sofa. He then walks to his desk and picks up his telephone, he looks out the window and he doesn't se Scully's car, so he assumes that she is on her way home. With this in mind, he dials her cell number, ring…ring.."Scully," he noticed that her voice was shaking and sounded very unlike her, she sounded scared when she answered the phone. "Scully, its me, I…I don't know what," interrupting him, "Mulder, I am driving, I can't talk to you right now, " she replies, hanging up on him. He dials her home number, thinking to himself, what have I done. I tried to keep this hidden from her, so she would think less of me, but by doing that, she already thinks less of me, and now that she knows the truth…"You've reached the Scully residence, I'm not in right now but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you," Beep. "Uh, Scully, it's me again, please call me when you get this message, I'll be waiting for your call, thanks," sounding so unlike himself, he hangs up the phone. An hour goes by, no return call, 1 ½ hours, no return call, so he picks up the phone and dials her home number again. "Hello," she answers, sounding as if she has been crying, "Scully, please don't hang up on me, I need to know if you hate me or not, at least tell me this before you hang up," realizing how desperate he sounds, but not really caring at the time. He just sits patiently waiting for an answer. "Mulder, I …I just don't know what to make of all this, I…" searching his mind for anything to keep her on the line with him. "Scully, can I come over and w can talk about this?" "Mulder, I don't think that is a good idea, I am," interrupting her, "Scully, please let me talk to you about this, I didn't get to finish telling you all you wanted to know and," cutting him off, "Mulder, I know plenty, thanks," she says, in a hateful but still shaky tone. "I am going to bed now Mulder, I will see you in the morning, good night," she says, hanging the phone up on him. Thinking to herself, that bastard, how could Mulder do something like that? That is not possible, there has to be more to it, that is definitely not the Mulder that I know, I can't believe he would…wait, stop this Dana, you are putting the blame on Mulder for what happened to you, you can't do this. If you hope to keep your secret, you sure as hell can't blame him. Besides he would never hurt you, you didn't hear the whole story. Her thoughts drift to her past.
