A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like… forever! I got all wrapped up in the whole "Simple Minded" things and I have had a chest infection for ages and now have found out I suffer seriously from panic attacks….! But yeah, you guys don't wanna know what's been going to crap in my life; here is the next chapter- gives me a chance to lose myself in the world of X-Files. :)

"We have been in love for about a year now…. Possibly longer. We understood that it was going to be complicated in our line of work, but it had to be done. If other agents can have relationships together then what's the difference, just because we are women?" Scully fell silent. Skinner looked up at her and followed her gaze to the door of his office, which had opened and, in the doorway stood a familiar figure. Mulder. Scully's eyes fell to her feet and Reyes simply shut hers, put a hand to her temple and whispered "Oh dear…. Here it goes now….".

Mulder moved into the room further, enough to close the door behind him. Skinner said nothing, which was unusual because this man did not like it when people walked into his office unexpected- especially if he was in the middle of a meeting. Scully immediately clammed up, and Reyes could sense it. She reached for Scully's hand and found it squished between her knees. Scully was reluctant at first but then timidly released her grip and her hand came free. Reyes instantly caught hold of it, and held it in a clasp that would hopefully send the message to Scully that she would never let her go.

Mulder then walked right up to Scully, and looked at her. It was a look of pure pain and betrayal. The glare caught Scully, and her mind began to race. It felt like her eyes were being burnt by red hot cinders, flying from a furnace. His piercing green eyes, boring down into her, like the look was enveloping her whole body. Instead he was in fact just looking into her eyes. The eyes are the portal to the soul, and Mulder could see Scully's soul more clearly than ever before. As he looked, he could almost see everything she was feeling, understand that it was unfair of him to put her in this position, but at the same time he felt she had been stringing him along all these years. Although she had never made a move on him, he had always believed that it had been possible, but now he had found out the hard way, that it was not.

It had hit him like a ton of bricks, falling from the sky. Now he felt himself falling. All conscious efforts to stay afloat seemed hopeless. He felt himself land, flat on the floor as if he had been dropped from an airplane without parachute. When he had landed, the impact winded him. He felt his breath suddenly disappear. He could feel every little element of normality fading from his life. He began to try to speak, but words evaded him. He looked at the room again, and began to feel drowsy and as he looked, he felt his breath that was slowly returning, catch in his throat. His heart was beating at a rate that he was sure should kill him, and his hands had turned ice cold. He could feel tears running down his cheeks, but felt so detached that he didn't realize they were coming from him. He felt nauseous and he could feel his body being rocked by odd shudders. As his body continued to be wracked with convulsions, his mind stayed racing. "how could she do this…? To me..? Her of all people! Like that! What was she thinking??" He kept playing the scene over in his head… and every time brought a new plunge of pain to his heart. She had been everything to him, but clearly she hadn't felt the same way. She had thrown it all away just like that, without even a backwards glance. He was broken.

Scully looked up at Mulder and her eyes filled with tears. She remembered every single moment she had spent with him, the way he looked after her when she was fighting her cancer, the way she had saved his life and butt a thousand times. The time they were in the woods avoiding moth men, and Mulder had insisted she sang to him, even though she couldn't carry a tune, and she had sung "Joy to the World" over and over until he had finally fallen asleep with his head in her lap. She remembered the way he used to poke fun at her and the way she would give as good as she got. The way they argued for fun over other women…. Other women. She remembered the way she had felt when they were investigating the case in New Hampshire, when Detective Angela White had been "getting on well" with Mulder. She had felt so bad she had smoked. She felt disgusted with herself afterwards, but realized it was more than just the planetary alignments that had affected her that day. The way she had felt when Dr. Bambi Berenbaum had spent time with Mulder in Massachusetts in the case about the mortally dangerous cockroaches. The familiar feeling came back to her when she imagined their lives in a few years. Separate and, each with their own parteners, she realised she was jealous of that other woman.

Then Scully realised somethig else. Mulder had always been there for her. She had always been there for him. Sure, they argued like cat and dog sometimes, but that just made everything more obvious to her. She was in the wrong relationship.