CHAPTER SIX
July, 1995, Richmond
A few minutes later…
Scully had dozen off. But a sudden knock on the window awoke her, still a little dizzy and disturbed, she turned her head and saw Mulder standing there, asking her to unlock the car so that he could get in…
She stared at him through the window, trying hard to control the feelings of anger and hate that were boiling up inside of her. Their two faces were now very close; separated only by a few millimeters of glass.
"Come on Scully, open the door", came Mulder's voice from outside.
Although she was not yet ready to break their eye-contact; Scully was determined not to let him in. He had fooled her and now she needed to study his face; this mimic that had turned thrust into betrayal and made her believe he was in love with her.
Her look was cold and distant as she carefully examined the structure of his face.
"Scully are you alright?" asked Mulder while knocking against the window.
She seemed absent, absorbed in a torment of thoughts…and yet… her look was strong and profound as she analyzed the slightest of his movements.
He doesn't look sorry, thought Scully while wondering what once led her into thrusting this man. She suddenly felt very stupid and naïve for falling for him. There just had to be something wrong with him… Why would a good-looking man like him care for a woman like her? Dreams are something for little girls who believe in fairytales; in real life they never come true…
As she reflected upon her shattered hopes, a tear appeared at the corner of her left eye. Like a pearl it softly rolled down her cheek before falling onto her shirt where it left a small wet spot.
In an abrupt movement she turned her head away from the window, away from him.
She picked up the bag that was lying on the passenger seat and nervously searched for her car keys. She remembered putting them away before dozing off… but where? As she hastily threw everything out of her bag, she noticed her face was all damp from crying. She took a handkerchief and dried it.
Mulder was still standing outside, asking; even begging her to unlock the car, but Scully would pretend not to hear him.
Of course he was cross with himself for not having told Scully about Paula and Kim's existence, and he deeply regretted that things had come to such a turn. But then again, what was he supposed to do if she refused to speak to him?
He knocked on the window one more time, and called her name, but she would not look at him.
He was worried to see her like that; it was not in Scully's habit to cry in front of people and especially not in front of him.
Mulder looked at her intriguingly; wondering what had caused her such pain. Was it because of what she saw a few minutes ago? He replayed the scene in his mind and suddenly everything became clear.
She believes that Quistis and I are lovers, whispered Mulder to himself while only slowly realizing the consequences of such a misunderstanding…
There were no keys in her bag, so Scully bent down to check under the passenger seat. She searchingly felt the cold ground till she heard the metallic sound of her keys. She grabbed them, straightened up and then started her car.
"Scully don't drive off like that!" shouted Mulder "Please…We need to talk, you got it all wrong."
Scully had always been honest with him, offering him her trust, her friendship and her love. Mulder knew it would only be fair to tell her the whole truth. Every revelation requires explanations and Mulder was ready to give them; if only she would listen…
Scully turned her head to face him but remained silent. Her eyes were still red from crying. "Scully please… I can see you're not okay…just let me explain everything to you and then you'll be free to go" begged Mulder "It's not what you think it is" his voice was soft and his look passionately.
Hearing him plead like that, made her feel even more miserable, but she would not give in… after all, she was the one who had been hurt and betrayed. She tried hard to resist these puppy-dog eyes that were staring at her, however, in the end it was just too much and she could no longer handle the way he was looking at her.
She turned her head away from him and returned her attention to the road. Holding the wheel with both hands, she turned to the right and drove off into the darkness of the night; leaving Mulder alone, standing in the middle of the street, watching her go.
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