7:45 pm,
Los Angeles, CA
Mulder's Apartment

"Who the hell is Scully?" Mulder was pulled from his sleep by a voice that was beginning to annoy the hell out of him.

"Angela, can't you keep it down?" He pleaded to the leggy brunette at the moment through clinched teeth.

"Keep it down? You barely let me touch you and now I hear you calling out some other woman's name in your sleep, and you want ME to claim down?" She throw him a 'f you ' look before crawled out of the bed yanking his blankets with her.

"Look I might have been talking in my sleep, it's nothing to get all bent out of shape about."

"Look Fox, we've been dating for a month now, I expect some things out of a relationship. I thought you understood that?"

"What are you trying to say Angela?"

"You just aren't doing it for me. I didn't come into this relationship celibate, but I'm sure as hell leaving that way...what do you think I'm saying."

"So that's it, I say someone else's name in my sleep and your ready to throw in the towel? You know what, you're just like her, I don't know why I expected anything different from you. Just get your stuff and go." He pulled the blanket from her and flip around to lay on his side, so that his back was to her and the door.

"She must have really done one on you.."

"Look just go, would ya." He turned his head slightly until he heard the rustling of her dress and settled back down, staring angrily at the wall.

"I'm outta here, have a nice life Fox, it was fun while it lasted, maybe I'll see you around.." With that Angela slammed the door shut.

He laid there angry at everything, while seemingly angry at nothing. He could no longer blame Scully for leaving, no more then he could blame himself for dreaming about her it was just bound to happen. God he wanted her there, right now. He would do anything to close his eyes, open them again, and be greeted with her smile, her giggle, her soft hand on his chest shaking him awake. It's what he missed the most, granted there were other things he missed, but her touch and her smile were what he missed the most. His thoughts lingered back to how brokenly devastated she looked and sounded that last night with him. He awaken mindlessly reaching for her, but her side of the bed was empty and cold. He was left only to discover she was gone and a note stating that she didn't want him coming to look for her. He'd called her mother, went to her house, but she wouldn't see him. He spoke for a while to Mrs. Scully who only told him to not give up hope. 'So f'in ironic.'

He would do anything to go back to that moment and change everything that he said and didn't say, that he did and didn't do. He'd give up everything in LA, the Bureau even the X-files, to have her back. He learned that life was hell without her by his side. If only he'd knew. But there was no use, because she'd already moved and left no forwarding address. What little he did know came from Skinner and the Lone Gunmen. He really didn't speak to them much anymore.

If he couldn't have Scully he was going to expose the truth, he has to make something out of this quest that was single handedly dismantling his life, it was all he had left.

Hey guys sorry for just not updating, but i was Miami for vacation this past week lol :0)