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Scully's Apartment
6:13 am, the next morning.

It's all I needed; it's all I wanted, that's what I led myself to believe, but I awoke knowing that it was conceivably the stupidest thing that I've ever done. How did I convince myself, and him, that one more time would satisfy this pain growing in my soul; in my very being? I woke up hating him for having taken some type of gratification from this, but hating myself more for allowing him too; hating myself for pleading with him to let me have one more time with him. I told him I could deal with it and the reality is that I can't.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke and he was watching me sleep. I don't know how long, but it scared me. Was he trying to remember my sleeping form, because in less than 48 hours he'd never see it again? Or was he contemplating what he might be loosing in the process for his search for the truth. I turned from him shielding my sorrows from his cheating eyes. He made no movement to comfort me and that pained me a little. Was he piercing his emotional ties with me, even now in the very same night of possibly our last moments together?

"Talk to me Scully, we need to talk, we have to talk." He words reach my audio nerves but I haven't the energy to get into an in-depth decision with him right now.

"What is there to talk about?" I can't make eye contact with him right now, so I keep my eyes plastered to the ceiling.

"You, me, us."

"Us? There is no us, remember Mulder, your leaving."

"There is and will always be, an Us, Scully, you just have to believe…" He states it as if I'm supposed to accept this as face truth.

"Believe in what?" I yell, sitting up as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Believe in the fact that I won't ever forget about you, about us, about what we had..." He wipes my cheek with his hand. I couldn't take the agony and I almost wanted to fall into his protection, but I couldn't, I wouldn't allow myself to loose complete control, so I closed my eyes and willed myself back into unconsciousness. I wanted to tell him so much, I wanted to tell him how I didn't want him to leave me, I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to believe in the words that he just spoke, but how I don't trust them enough to believe in them. I didn't though, I kept my feeling to myself, because I knew that he'll still leave and I'll be left knowing that what I wanted for him, he didn't want for me.

Before I slipped back into sleep again, I felt his hand smooth over my stomach and his arm snake around my waist, pulling me to him, but my will to enjoy his tender touch was fogged by the notion that he would not be there to replay this episode next week or next year.

I'm awake now, he's asleep still. His head is buried in my pillow, while my cheek is resting on the back of his shoulder. As much as I needed this last night, I'll miss it tonight. Our time together would come to an end in a short while. The inevitable will happen when he awakes, I'd be told the words that no women wants to hear from the man she loves, that he'll never forget about me, that we'll stay in contact, but that he's leaving the day after tomorrow and there would be nothing that I could do about it. He'd walk out that door and down the hall to the elevator. Then that's it, no more Fox William Mulder.

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