Scully awoke to the sounds of an incessant beeping. An alarm, but not her own. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized that she was still in Mulder's apartment. His arms wrapped protectively around her. The night before came back to her; they talked for what seemed like hours about nothing in particular but what felt like the world to them, before they turned in. Mulder offered Scully the bedroom while he take the couch, but Scully laughed at him saying that they had already broke all F.B.I. rules about two agents consorting in the same room. He held her all night protectively while she tried to soak all that was before them. Rolling towards the clock, Scully groaned.

"Mulder, it's five. I think we should get up."

He pretended to sleep all the while hugging her tighter, "But mom, I want to stay home and play." He murmured to her softly.

Ignoring his pleas, she pulled the covers back and started to get up before having Mulder pull her back down. Wrestling to get up she cried out, "Mulder! We can't stay in bed..."

Relinquishing his power, he let her go, "Fine." He whined to her.

Scully turned around to face him, "Mulder, you need to get up too. We can't be late for work. What will they think at the office?"

"That I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He threw her a sly look.

She rebutted with a glare.

Losing a never ending fight, he withdrew, "Fine. I'll get up. But you know, we would save a lot of time if we showered together?" He suggested throwing in one more innuendo before breakfast.

Scully threw the pillow at him before going into the bathroom. Mulder groaned as he rolled over to sleep while she showered.

Tuesday

4:17pm

X-Files Office

F.B.I. Headquarters

"Mulder. I just don't understand why you won't let me help you?" Scully stated as she sat across from him in the office.

"No, Scully. I don't want you getting your hopes up for something that won't happen." He sat there staring at his pencil not looking up at her for even a moment.

"Mulder, that's ridiculous. You don't even want to try? It could very well save your life. I just know that if I just..."

"No!" Mulder slammed the pencil at the desk causing Scully to stop moving. Mulder rarely got angry, especially like this, "Damnit, Scully, why can't you just accept what I have come to accept?"

Almost whispering, "Because you didn't let me give up when I was sick."

"That was different."

Scully shot him a look as he stood up and walked out of the room. Getting up from her seat, frustrated, she walked out after him. He was already gone, up the elevator. Shaking her head, she pressed the button defeated. So this was how they were going to spend his last months, fighting for a cure. Why couldn't he just accept her help? He had gone to such lengths to find hers. He had dealt with the devil for her. Wait! Her mind suddenly running in overdrive. He went to see the smoking bastard for her cure. What if he could do the same for her. For Mulder's life, Scully was ready to give up all she had. She had already given so much, anyway.

Scully exited the elevator and walked down the hallway towards Skinner's office.

Coming into the office she completely ignored his secretary and came into his office. Skinner looked up from the file he was reading and gave her a look.

"Agent?"

Shutting the door behind her, "Sir I need your help."

Taking his glasses off, he sighed, "Scully, you know I can't help you..."

"Sir, this is of the utmost importance, I assure you."

"Scully, you know this is against the..."

"Sir, I swear this isn't like last time..."

Rubbing his temples, he looked up, "Two minutes agent."

"Thank you sir. All I need from you is how to contact him."

"Who?"

"You know who. I need to speak with him." She pleaded emphasizing need.

He sighed heavily, "You know I can't do that."

"Sir, please, this is so important."

"Then tell me Scully!" Skinner hoarsely blurted.

Her eyes fell downcast, "I can't."

Skinner nodded cautiously, "Then I can't help you, Agent. I'm sorry." He made his way to the office door and opened it. Gesturing out, he spoke, "I'm sorry."

She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and composed herself before shooting him a glance of death. She disregarded him as she stomped out of the office into the hallway.

After what seemed like hours, Scully finally reached home. Unlocking the door, she stepped in and flipped the lights on. Pulling off her coat, she walked through the apartment. As she flicked on the lights to her bedroom, she found a small envelope resting lightly on her pillow. Slipping out of her heels, she walked over to the bed and picked up the unmarked envelope.

Prying it open, she found herself looking at a blank white piece of paper. As she turned it around, she found an address and a time marked on it in blank ink.

Wednesday

8:27pm

Victoria Park

Scully sat down at the bench pulling her coat closer. Her breath escaped her in short shallow rhythm. Looking at her watch for the millionth time, she sighed. Three more minutes to go. Her feelings tugged at her intensely. The betrayal was catching up with her. If Mulder were to find out she was here, he'd never talk to her again. She had to do this, she reminded herself. He was the only one with the resources she needed to help Mulder. Clasping her head to her head, she heard footsteps. Looking up she met his stare with hers.

"Miss Scully, so good to see you again."

She smiled sourly at him, "Let us just skip the formalities please."

He pulled out a cigarette and lit up, "Whatever you wish, my dear. Although I have an inkling as to why you have requested to meet me, I wish to hear it from your own lips."

She stood up and nodded, "He's terminally ill. I have no resources to research such a disease. I am here to ask for you help."

"What makes you think I would even help?" He snarled in a courteous way.

"I know he's your son." She blurted out accusingly.

"So that makes it my right to save him?" He asked through a puff of smoke.

"Of course not. I am willing to offer..." She sighed heavily.

His lips curled up viciously, "Good."

She nodded.

"Then perhaps I can save his life if that is what you want. All I ask of you then is patience."

TBC...