A/N: This is short and simple. It took me some time to end the story. I didn't want to end it too dramatically or unrealistically, so this is my attempt at ending it. Hope it's not too bad. :)
Dana Scully took a deep breath as she fumbled through her suit pocket, trying to locate her key. Once she felt the small, metallic object she pulled it out, inserted it into her apartment door and unlocked it. She took a step inside, tossing her key onto the counter by her computer, resulting in a small cling.
Everything that had happened this weekend seemed so unreal to her. She was still, slowly managing to take it all in. She and Mulder's relationship was indeed, without a doubt, changing. But after knowing someone, for so many years, confiding in them, putting your complete trust into that person, how could things between you and that person remain the same?
She had not been able to recall a weekend similar to that one. A weekend which was meant to be spent with only her mother, Mulder dropped by. Fate? Irony? Stupidity? Stupidity. Scully smirked at the thought. After all, he didn't pay his rent. He had nowhere else to go.
Curling her fingers around the telephone, she grabbed it then dialed Mulder's number.
After saying those, powerful three words, she felt a bit awkward. She needed to speak to him, face to face, settle everything. Would it be different at work? Would Skinner separate them if he found out and assign them to different units?She held the phone to her ear as she awaited for a response, listening to the ringing.
"Mulder."
"Mulder, it's me. I think we should talk, just the two of us, since we're no longer with my mom."
"Okay, I'll pick you up in a few."
"Okay, Mulder, see you then."
Before she could hang up, "Oh -- And, Scully?"
"Yes, Mulder?"
"I wasn't really kicked out of my apartment. I did pay my rent."