(Whatever typos, grammars you find, I'm sorry.)
Sorry about the small chapter, it's been a busy week but I'm tryin to update ASAP... hope you like it.

Scully stood up from her wretched position and scanned the room, seeking for something. Her eyes found a bunch of pencils she once had tied up with an old red rubber band and grinned at the quick memory of two pencils dropping into Mulder's lap, she remembered looking up to the ceiling and seeing scores of pencils stucked in it and the next day, while Mulder was with Skinner, she crawled under and behind the desk to recover years of pencils falling from the ceiling.
Not satisfied, she scanned the room again. Nothing in there really belonged to her, yet she felt so connected to the room.

She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze to the door hoping to find Mulder waiting for her. She was used to the little flip in her stomach everytime he did that. But Mulder wasn't there. And left the room ´Well, keep your box then' she muttered while closing the door.
Scully made her way towards Mulder's parking space. Just when she was about to open the front seat door she found a note on the car's windshield.

'It's hard to be the reason why you are standing still, I wish I could say the right words to make you feel better and solve everything, but I can't. I wish I could protect you so no one could ever hurt you, but I can't. I could promise you everything you've ever wanted, but I can't. And now I understand I'm just standing in the way. Maybe you're right, sleeping together was the best way to say goodbye.'

She held her breath as she pulled the door open. The last thing she expected for Mulder was to understand her. 'Is the note sincere?' She asked herself while driving to her place, not paying attention to the road. 'What if Mulder was trying to use some kind of reversed psychology to make me feel guilty?' she thought. She forced her thoughts from where they shouldn't be, on Mulder. But below the anger she felt for him was pain. She'd thought he knew her so well, but he had no idea of the depth of her feelings for him. He didn't understand that for her there could never be anyone else like him. Her misery was compounded by the memory of waking up in his bed that morning, her hands on his chest. Still, she was making the right decision, they both needed to move on with their lives, separatedly. 'Right?' she added doubtful.
He dominated her life, completed it. A part of her feared that if she were to love him she would be giving herself over completely, that he might swallow her whole, until she was just an attachment of Mulder, loosing Dana Scully, Dana Scully's dreams.
She parked the car right infront of her building so Mulder could locate it easily. She took some time to erase that night's memorys before tossing the car keys under the driver's seat and locking the car, just as he ordered.

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His life passed him by, his life since the time Scully entered into his life, knocking at the door. He never actually said 'come in' but she did anyway. She opened the door to see his sitting at his desk. He looked at her 'Agent Dana Scully' Her look held him captive. 'I'm looking forward to working with you' she said next. He read in her face she really wasn't looking foward to work with him, no one was. All the time she kept pretending and at the end she just couldn't hide.
Mulder had been staring at the window, lost in reverie for more than an hour. He suddenly snap out of his dreams finding himself alone, in reality. Mulder wished he could go to sleep and wake up with Scully lying next to himHe buried his head in his hands realizing he was just torturing himself and he had to stop thinking everything was his fault, she had made a selfish decision and he was paying for it, dying inside little by little, but how could he stop? It wasn't her fault either.
At the end he just wanted her o be happy, regardless of weather she was with him or not.
He felt nauseous and tears threatened, but he knew he should not cry. With difficulty he managed to commute from the couch to the bed. Sleeping was the only way to stop thinking about her. Mulder stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered himself not to dream about her.

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Dana Scully opened the door to her apartment while letting out a big yawn. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Thinking if she looked as tired as she felt, she hadn't slept very well with Mulder moving all around the bed.
Scully began thinking about their conversation that morning, the limited words. What had they actually agreed? That they both wanted last night to be a one time event, a closure?
It was amazing how being close to death gave her a whole different perspective of life, she wasn't living the life she had always planned for her. If she had died in that hospital, she would've died unhappy, dissatisfied.
Scully stepped into the shower hoping she could recover from her sleepless night. The hot steam entered her nose and caressed her skin, calming her mind.
After getting out of the shower feeling better, Scully wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom into her room.
She knelt to pick up the coat she had violently dropped by the closet, underneath she found a small piece of paper folded in half. Mulder's note. She sat on the floor taking her knees to her chest and read the note again... and again, and again.
She wanted to see those eyes one more time, to feel his touch one more time. She sobbed her temples and convinced herself she was doing the right thing.
The phone rang, she jumped at the sudden noise interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes?" she answered,
"So you're really going huh?" Mulder's asked.
"Yes I am."
"Cool." He aswered.
Scully kept silent, expecting Mulder to ask something else. Mulder kept silent expecting Scully to comment something.
"Why did you call Mulder?" Mulder caught a hint of sadness in her voice.
"I want you to be happy Scully. I really hope you are. Do the things that you always wanted to. You meant the world to me Scully." He paused and his voice lowered in volume as he added. "We are going to be ok." He sounded convincing.
"Thank you Mulder. I really appreciate your words. I know you'll be ok."
"Take care Scully" Before Scully could answer, he hung up the phone.
In that exact moment it hit her. This was really the end.

TBC...

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