Note: Again I'm so sorry about the typos and everything. It's almost 5am and I haven't slept, I hope you like this small chapter... Oh, and thanks for the reviews guys.
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The road was getting blurry and Mulder was starting to feel dizzy. He was washed away by his emotions, The incredibly night they had spent together seemed now like a nightmare.
He spent half the way biting his tongue so he wouldn't just say what was really on his mind. He still could smell the scent of lavander coming out of her hair. How long had he been feeling like this? When had this all started? And when was it going to end?

He glancing at her face while the red light. She looked like she hadn't even realized he was there.

"Could we stop to get some coffee? I really need coffee." She interrupted his thoughts.

Her voice cought him off-guard. "You said it's late so we better rush. " He had responded more violently than he intended. Scully felt his words were trying to hurt her. 'My office? What the hell was he trying to say?' she said to herself as she glared at him.

"It's just coffee, I'm not asking you to go to Colombia and prepare me a latte."

"Maybe later Dana." Unconciously Mulder had chosen to be hard with her, to blame her for everything, for all the feelings he had for her, he had chosen anger over all the other feelings he could've expressed to her right there. He was angry at her.

Scully turned her head and looked at the window. She was one of those people who could tell you something without saying anything.
'Dana?' He rarely called her Dana, she couldn't even remember when he had called her 'Dana'. Those four letters kept coming to her mind 'Dana Dana Dana...'.

Mulder walked towards the elevator playing with the car keys, Scully behind him trying to follow his pace. He opened the basement door for Scully, she looked at Mulder for a moment trying to figure out the look on his face, he looked away instead.
She slowly walked in and grabbed an old empty box they had kept under the desk for years and never used.

"Whoa!? You didn't bring your own box?" Mulder's voice came from outside.

"This one's empty, we never use it." Scully replied.

"I use it."

"You use it?"

"Yep"

"What use exactly do you give to this empty box?"

"Well..," Mulder scratched his head. "To keep stuff and... you know, a normal use. I'm sorry if I didn't keep a spare box in case someone wanted to quit."

Scully sighed and sobbed her temples. "I can't believe you. I'll get you another one."

Mulder thought about a proper answer for a moment."Fine. You owe me one."

She dropped the box on the desk.

"What the hell is wrong with you Mulder?" She finally snap. She've had enough.He always tried to shut her away and use his sarcasm to piss her off. Because I don't understand. Are you mentally ill? Do you have some kind of personality dissorder of some sort I don't know of?"

"Right back at you!"

"Why are you treating me like this... I don't undestand, what on earth could I've done to you to upset you like this!"

"I'm not the one with a problem here Scully, who's the one acting like if everything was ok?"

"It isn't!? I thought you were ok with it" She dodn't wait for Mulder to respond. "We had a incredible night together, or at least I thought so. Correct me if I'm mistaken Mulder, but I think we both wanted it to happen, what's not ok about that?"

He interrupts her throwing the car keys down on the desk. "Take the car. I'll pick it up later just leave the keys inside."

He was gone before Scully could answer.

Scully crossed her arms and leaned over the table, tears started running through her cheeks. She had two options, two different paths, the first one offered her a new life. She felt there was something more waiting for her, something to give her life meaning. For some reason she linked the idea of working in the FBI with the idea of never moving on, staying still the rest of her life.
In her life she'd done so many things that weren't exactly good for her.
'Mulder' she whispered. 'What about Mulder?'

Scully raised her head with a sigh and dried her wet cheeks with one of her sleeves. After what feelt like an eternity, her tears finally stop.


TBC...