42
NOTE:
I started this writing adventure four months ago, never thinking that I could go so far. 42 chapters later, I think it's time to stop, having reached this symbolic XF number.
I don't know how many readers I have/had, and how this work is/was perceived -except from my faithful friend xfilesobsession ;-). Many thanks to each reader, hoping that you have appreciated at least one of my little stories.
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SCULLY
Oh my God, I thought it was lost. Mulder ! Look what I found !
My old key ring... your spare key. I remember the first time I use it when you weren't home. Walking eagerly in the corridor then staying unsure in front of Number 42. Finally entering in your messy den. It was for work, but all I could do was staring at your remnants, smelling your fragrances, seeing you all over the place. Then...
MULDER
Really ? Was I such a beast back then, Scully ?
Actually, I remember it too. Later at home, laying on the couch, I couldn't sleep. I was imagining you, what you have done or touched. The file was surely hard to find among... my mess. And then, it came to me, very lightly, insidiously, through my nose. Turning on the light, I found the evidence: a few red-hairs caught in the pillow. It was so...
S&M
Opening a bottle, we toasted to honor Mulder's apartment and shared exactly 42 memories involving the old beloved place.
We wondered what physical traces were left in its floor, walls and windows. Have all the deep and intense feelings penetrated and mingled into their molecules, now slowly leaking out and affecting strangers' lifes ? Was there a struggle between pain, sorrow, love and passion ?