Scully lightly placed her hand on Mulder's shoulder. He slowly looked up at her, pulling his eyes away from the microwave.
"Are you alright?" Scully asked quietly. He gently placed the back of his hand against her check as he once again took a step closer. Involuntarily Scully closed her eyes, she wanted him to do what he had done before. She could feel the warmth of his body heighten as he pulled closer. He slid his cheek against hers and wrapped his arms around her body tightly.
"Scully something's happening… something I don't understand…" She opened her eyes resting her head against his warm chest. She nudged her nose against his chin, trying to comfort him as much as possible, "What is it, Mulder?"
He didn't know what to say or how to say it, "just promise not to let go," he told her and she held tighter. He looked behind him.
10:15 a.m.
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Scully and Mulder had been sitting in his office for awhile now. Scully looked through files, searching for one similar to the case her friend presented. Mulder on the other hand sat in his chair. He had the manila file in hand but his eyes kept gazing up at the television. The noises that came from it were low and muffled, he waited for some sort of message, but none came.
He began to relax some, finally realizing what he had done with Scully. He had moved their relationship to the next level, finally acting out what only he was previously able to dream about. Scully was his one true love, his savior, his angel. Scully was who she had always been, but he feared that he had changed. As much as he felt like he loved her, he doubted his senses. Was she in fact a threat to him? Did she secretly have a deeper plan that he couldn't understand because of his fascination in her?
He questioned his own beliefs of love and of Scully. He questioned his well-being, his stamina, and most of all, his intelligence. Was he in fact under an influence he couldn't detect? Nothing was known and nothing was spoken of. He feared the fear itself, of losing Scully, of losing her because of him. It was his greatest fear.
After his sister had disappeared there wasn't any other care in the world but to find her. Until of course, Dana Scully appeared in his office one day. It was then he realized, the journey he had to take was finally at hand, and he had the person he was searching for. Not his sister, but someone he could trust, someone he could depend on. More then a few times he lost her. He let some man take off with her, he let some demonic force capture her. But he always managed to get her back, based on her efforts and faith, not his.
His known fear, by everyone, was to never find his sister. But his deepest fear was that he'd lose Scully the same way, that she'd be taken away from him and he could do nothing for her. Ultimately reaching the conclusion that he killed her. Not by his bare hands, or his body, but by letting her go, letting her disappear and never return was his fault. That was his fear, that's what he had nightmares of most. That's why the kiss had happened, if he could feel her, if he could reach out and touch her, he knew she was alive. But the minute she didn't reach back, the minute her hands grew cold and her lips blue, that was when he was doomed for a hell which he created in himself. A hell that could only become heaven when she was there.
"Mulder?...Mulder?... are you ok?" Scully asked interrupting his thoughts. He looked up at her obviously in a different world then she was.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she kneeled down and put her hands gently on his knees. He watched her carefully as she tilted her head, wandering why he was so distant with her and at the same time so close.
"If this is about earlier, we can forget about it…" She stopped as he once again placed his hand on her cheek.
"Scully…Dana, if for some reason I weren't here tomorrow, nor the next day nor the next—promise me you wouldn't fear, but that you'd move on, that you'd live life like I had never been, promise me that." Scully frowned at him then placed her hand over his, which still lay on her cheek.
"Fox, I don't know what's going on in your life- but I really want you to tell me if something is wrong…" she waited but he didn't say a thing, "I couldn't forget you if you disappeared Mulder. I would search every inch of the earth until I found you, because if I lose you, I lose everything I've come to know… don't doubt your influence on me, Fox, don't doubt your ability to affect my life- all for the better." Tears formed in her eyes, she feared now, for the worst. Afraid she'd lose him- afraid he was sick or in trouble.
"If you need to get out of here, I'll come with you… if your in danger Mulder, I want to be at your side and no where else…" He bowed his head down, resting his forehead against hers. He rolled off of her, kissing her lips gently.
"I love you, Dana," he finally said. Scully let out a quick breath, tears again forming in her eyes, "me too, Fox, me too." She slid her arms up on his legs, they both stood and he held her in his arms. This was where he wanted to be, this was where no one could touch him, where no one could defeat him. He was at home, here, in her arms. He wished there and then they could fall asleep, together, and never wake up. But things weren't that easy.
Kill her.
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"I'll be right back, Mulder" Scully smiled before leaving his office. He leaned back in his chair closing his eyes, he didn't want to read any messages. He loved Scully, nothing could change that, not even fear.
But after awhile of no Scully, he, accidentally, peered at his watch.
It's time.
The words almost taunted him. He sat up in the chair, peering at his watch with the same dark look.
She'll come back.
She'll say it's late.
She'll offer you to stay with her.
Mulder couldn't believe all the messages that appeared. He continued to watch intently.
Say you've got work.
Follow her.
Kiss her dead.
Mulder frowned looking away from his watch, then looking back.
8:45 p.m.
He let out a frustrating sigh then finally came to a conclusion. It was simpler then he thought! If the messages on his watch were right, if Scully said what the message said she would then, in fact, be a traitor. But if the messages were wrong, most likely, then he knew Scully was genuine. Then he would tell her of the messages, of the warnings, and hopefully get help.
"Soon we'll see if your actually in my mind or not!" he cheered.
TBC