Scully appeared in the door way just a second later. She softly smiled at Mulder, tossing him a soda. He watched her as she sat down in his chair again, he smiled at her then looked away.
"Have you looked at the case much?" Scully asked. Mulder shook his head, realizing the manila folder was still in his lap.
He waited an hour or so for her to say what the message had told him she'd say, but she didn't. She didn't really say much of anything.
"Scully?"
"Yeah Mulder?"
"Are you ok?" He wondered as he looked at her sympathetically. She smiled warmly like she always did for him, "I was wondering the same about you." He let out a deep breath, leaning back in the chair.
"I need to talk to you about something, Scully. Something of great importance," he took one last large gulp of the soda.
"Well Mulder, it's getting kind of late… Why don't you come home with me, we can talk there, and you can stay with me for the night… would that be ok?" Mulder's eyebrows slowly formed into a frown, he opened his mouth a few times but like before he couldn't get words to form.
"You know I've got work to do, why don't we meet up tomorrow," he suggested with an attitude slightly different then before. Scully tilted her head with a frown, but nodded and stood.
"Whatever you think is best, Mulder," She smiled as she kissed him on the top of the head then left his office.
Mulder's eyes now narrowed. He knew what he had to do, he now knew she was a traitor. Maybe working for cancer man and his men, or maybe working for an even higher government conspiracy.
Kiss her dead.
He looked at his watch once more.
Kiss her dead.
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Scully pulled up to her building's garage. She gathered some files from her messy front seat and placed them in her briefcase. She needed a minute to think, she tried to understand the weird day she had had. Things were so different, so odd, as much intriguing as frightening. As much as she enjoyed the new level of their relationship, she knew something else was going on.
Finally she stepped of her car, her high heels clinking against the cement. She decided to leave her briefcase, not wanting to work this night. She was locking her door when she noticed a shadow on the ground come behind her. She paused, frozen almost, waiting to see who it was or what would happen.
"Scully?" Mulder asked in a deep voice. Scully smiled letting out a relieving sigh. She turned around with an even wider smile, when she noticed he wasn't in the best mood.
"Mulder are you alight?" She asked yet again. Mulder smirked now. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her against her car.
"Mulder!" She had never seen him like this. He had let go of her and she pulled her self off the car only to be pushed back against it harder. The window of the driver's seat cracked.
"Mulder!" she repeated in more anguish. There was something so different about him, not something she liked to see.
She watched him, her eyes growing larger, as he pulled a knife from behind him. Her breathing became heavy as he held her against the car with his body. He lifted the knife to her throat, "its ok Scully, I know your secret…" he was about to slide the blade against her neck when she called out, "now!"
He turned around almost in slow motion to see Frohike stabbing him with a needle. Mulder dropped the knife, and Scully scrambled to hold him up. Langly and Byers quickly got a hold of Mulder, holding his arms over their shoulders.
"Take him to my apartment," Scully told them and they struggled to get him to the elevator. Frohike stood in front of her before she could walk any further, "so, I helped, where's that kiss you promised?" he grinned.
Scully smiled, she was flattered he was so enthralled by her, even though he was only engrossed about her looks. She leaned down a little, kissing him on the cheek.
"Thanks for your help," she said whole heartedly, and he nodded.
Scully thanked the three men and offered to let them stay the night there, she knew they had a bit of a drive till they got home. The three of them declined, wishing her the best of luck and to call them if she needed anything else. Frohike paused in the doorway, looking back at Scully squatting next to Mulder who lay on her couch unconscious.
"You know Scully, even if he doesn't show it, he's just as fond of you as I am…" he smiled before closing the door behind him.
Scully peered at Mulder for a long time, lightly touching his forehead. She knew he'd be fine when he awoke, and back to normal. She knew he would be himself again, and she knew that she still loved him. But she doubted his feelings. She doubted if he could ever love her like he did, if he could ever touch her again, afraid of what he had done to her.
She tried not to worry herself too much, but she couldn't let him out of her sight. She fell asleep on the floor, leaning her back against the couch. Her thoughts weren't of the power of fear from the LSDM that affected him so greatly, nor did she think of the possibilities that could have happened if she didn't over hear him talking to his watch. The only thing she thought about was how he broke from that spell to kiss her, to love her. And when he hugged her, the two times he did, that he was genuine and that he was the Mulder she loved so much.
TBC