Sorry it's just more dreams, but you should be able to piece together what happened.
The frigid air squeezed his lungs for every drop of oxygen they possessed, as if the atmosphere was what robbed him of breath. He shouldn't be doing this, praying there was another choice. But it was all he knew to do, as a man. To betray Scully like this was worse than the fog his heart was doing to her now. His soft knock rang barely audible from beneath frozen fingers chilled not from the air, but from his sorrow. The door opened almost instantly, and for a moment she was silent. She knew exactly what he intended. And she approved.
"Fox," she beckoned, and without a word he crossed her threshold, taking her in his arms as he had a different woman not so long ago. Their lips met, and instantly he felt the difference in stark contrast. What was he doing? His mind raged, pushing for him to feel his love for Scully. But he could not stop. Still, though he knew he did not love her as he loved Scully, the fog was ever present, and he could not stop.
Mulder wakened to his own pleading whimpers, remembering that awful time of his life. He had never missed a person more than he missed Scully. An observer might be astounded at that, considering what happened afterwards, but it was true. It was all that he had left, to miss her.
A soft knock resounded through the apartment, reaching her ears in a pleasant monotone of expectancy. His news was urgent; he silently pleaded for her to understand. She remembered vaguely what it had been to love him, living in a world where it could not be present. She could not comprehend what had gone wrong, and had flailed valiantly in the water before drowning. Perhaps he will revive what we had, she thinks, knowing of course this is not the case, but allowing hope a small rite of passage in the dusk of their love.
She lets him in, taking in the look of defeat and regret he bears. He wishes he could take everything back; he wants to make things better again. But he can't change the past, and not he must pay for his mistakes. A soft sigh of resignation escapes his pale lips, which had until then been pressed together into a thin line, lest he say something he might regret. God knows he regrets enough as it is. "I'm a dad," he whispers, admitting all his mistakes in a tiny phrase. For a moment she does not understand; how could this be? And then she knows.
Silence. Tears glittered in her eyes; the blue eyes which had so long ago enthralled him in their depths, feminine and intelligent all at once. They had once looked like shimmering pools of molten diamond-sapphire, laced with a rare silver hidden deep within her strength. Now they were the color of the sea after a storm, a gray-blue that appeared dead and lifeless. In essence, they reflected the woman who bore them without complaint, never asking for a minute's pity. She remained proud, and it tore her down easily, dragging her to this very moment. Silence. Tears glittered in her eyes...
Scully woke with a start, tears streaming down her face. She could not remember her dream, but it must have been terrible. Her heart raced and her brow was damp with sweat. She hated waking in the middle of the night like this, aware that her subconscious was trying to tell her something. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what.
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