Disclaimer: The songs, The Scientist, by Coldplay, and My Own Prison, by Creed, aren't mine.
Mulder didn't want to be here. It was just another stupid faculty Christmas party, but Skinner had all but told him that if he didn't show, he would lose his job. Not that he was much into it anymore; Sam seemed trivial compared to the loss of Scully. But he needed the money, and something to do with his time. Time was, if you asked him, mercilessly plenty. His sorrows, he decided, were best drowned in anything. So be it.
Carefully he made his way through the crowds, nodding and greeting the necessary people, and, all said, it took him ten minutes to go fifty feet. This was just as well, because he might have missed her if it hadn't.
She was standing by the punch, talking to Agent Reardon, a new and promising pathologist. Her red hair hung loose about her shoulders, and she absently tucked it behind her ear, just like she used to. She wore a simple green dress that clung to her every curve. She looked stunning and elegant. She looked... beautiful, if that could have been said to come close. His Scully.
Slowly, he crept up on them. It was an easy task; they were engrossed in each other. Deftly, he intruded. Maybe she didn't want him, but he had to tell her. He had to tell her of his pain, to let her know he loved her, even now. Moving on wasn't an option... never was.
"...and his intestines were..." Dana Scully stopped, looking at the man gazing at her expectantly. She'd never seen him before. What was wrong with people these days? "Sir, I don't know who you are, but..." and then she stopped. She remembered. She didn't want to, but she did. "Oh my god." she mumbled, her heart in her throat. Then her eyes rolled up into their sockets, and Mulder caught her before she fell to the floor.
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
Margaret Scully paced in the waiting room. Dr. Salvers had nearly fainted himself when he heard the news. She didn't regret the reappearance of Mulder, but the wait was unbearable. Cautiously, she approached him. "Maybe it's better if you let her deal for a while. I'll call you myself when she's ready." He nodded, expecting this. Four years was a long time to wait, sure, but a while could feel like forever when you knew you'd see her again.
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
God, how he'd missed her. He'd wished every day that he could hold her just one second more. So why, now that she was back, did he want to run away? Why are guilt and fear all that he could feel?
