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Mulder nodded while Skinner informed him about the next case, where he needed to go and who he needed to talk to. He tried to make sense of the medical reports reading through the case file acting like it was the most fascinating document in the world. However, the truth was he wasn't even interested anymore.

"This is not an X-file." Mulder stated while giving the file back to Skinner.

Skinner settled back crossing his arms across his chest. "Listen Mulder." He sighed. "We are worried about your performance in the bureau, specially on the X-files. The transition from having a reliable partner like Agent Scully into suddenly working by yourself has brought in questions about your work and weather or not you'll be able to continue with it. To be honest Mulder, I'm not sure if you are going to be able to handle the X-files without losing control."

Mulder looked down to his lap with a grim expression on his face and then looked back to Skinner. "I may have gone a bit overboard in the last case but that had nothing to do with Agent Scully's absence." Mulder eyes narrow. "Go straight to the point Skinner, why are you trying to say?" He asked, somehow already knowing the answer, but trying not to believe it.

Skinner sighed. "Take a week off Mulder." Mulder opened his mouth to speak, Skinner noticed Mulder didn't look pleased so he continued. "And it's not a negotiation. I don't care if you don't want to, I've had enough. I'm ordering you to take a week off , clear your head. And you better be back." He stood up to his full height and pointed his finger at Mulder. "And you better be back with an acceptable reason explaining why you should keep the X-files. I'm not covering your ass again Agent."

Mulder felt relieved but decided to pretend resignation, shrugging upset he left the office with a strong pace. He wanted Skinner to believe he was following his orders and taking that week off unwillingly.

There were so many things going in and out of his head while driving back to his place after being sent home by Skinner for a whole week. Everything was his fault.

He felt lonely that night, that's why he didn't tell Scully he had a copy of her apartment keys under the TV cabinet. He wasn't sure if Scully felt lonely, but there was no doubt she was alone. There was no reason for them to be alone that night so he kept quiet knowing for sure that eventually Scully would remember, leaving him alone again, but she didn't.

Mulder remembered the morning after the day she left, four days after spending the night with her, he visited Scully's apartment. Everything was still there. Her books, her stereo, even her family album, the comfortable couch which he always crashed while Scully went to her room and change clothes, and even that horrible painting she loved was still there. He entered her room, the bed with white discreet sheets was still neatly made and he couldn't resist collapsing onto it. Everything he touched smelled like her and for a moment he sensed Scully's presence and felt the rush to sneak out so she wouldn't catch him snooping around. It was only after studying her closet that the feeling was gone, her clothes and shoes were missing. 'I'm such a self-centered bastard' he had kept repeating in his head since that day.

It had been two weeks since he kissed her goodbye. No letter, no phone call, not even an e-mail. It was she never existed.

After circling his neighborhood for about half an hour, he determined it was time to make another visit to Scully's apartment, curious to know if her things were still there, if her fragrance remained. He pulled his car up in front of Scully's apartment building and cut the engine. He rolled her eyes for himself, knowing his actions were pathetic.

There he was, standing in front a place full with memories he didn't wanted to revive, but he didn't wanted to forget either. He looked back at the stairs questioning his reasons to be there.

Shifting his gaze from the hallway and reaching into his left pocket for the key, he opened the door.

Immobilized by the flawlessness of the room he took a deep breath, everything was in the same place, the same way he had left.

Suddenly he heard a crunching sound. Someone walking. Mulder panicked.

She came out of the room next to the living room and walked towards him. He looked straight at her, but she never looked up at him. Her red hair was falling in wisps on her right side and behind her ear on the left side, she was wearing loose pants and a tight black top. He felt a rush of anger coming over him. 'What the hell is she doing here?' He just wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms. 'I've been abandoned by her, someone I trusted and I am about to loose all I have left, the X-files, and I want to hug her? I should tell her what I've been through!' he scolded himself mentally.

Scully stopped walking across the room when she reached the couch.

"Scully?" He asked with a mixture of concern and anger, loosing all patience.

"And then there's you. You, who I can't live without, who I was so afraid of losing or destroying that I ended up doing that to myself. I blame you." She mumbled.

"What... What...?" Was all Mulder could say. He knew what he wanted to say to her but his ability to form complete sentences seemed to vanish in the air at that precise moment.

Scully turned around to face him "Toronto was great. The next day after I arrived I received a job offer in the local hospital, lovely place filled with really nice doctors." Scully giggled. "Marie's house was immense, I had to walk across a big garden to get to the dinning room. She lives a perfect life." Scully's smile faded, tears started falling from her eyes.

Mulder kept silent not knowing what to say. Was this really happening? He still wanted to tell her how selfish he had been, how many nights he had spent awake thinking about her and blaming himself for her misery.

"I wanted all those things, at least that's what I thought. But Mulder..." Scully gasped, tears coming out stronger. "While I was there, all I wanted was you..." She trails off, lowering her gaze to the floor. Finally recovering from the shock, Mulder walked around the couch that separated them and laced his fingers with hers and grasped his hand tightly as she desperately tried to hold on to what little control she had left. Scully closed her eyes 'What should I tell him? How can I explain to him how I feel?' She was unused to speaking from her heart, always afraid of sharing her feelings.

"Don't..." Mulder whispered, answering her unspoken question surprisingly. "I know Scully."

Their eyes met. He pulled her against him and their lips gently. He was filled with a sudden panic of being rejected but then he felt her lips participating. He suddenly remembered why they had been fighting about. The things she said to him. Scully saw the look on his face and pulled away.

Mulder sighed. "I don't want you to do this because you are confused... or suffering. I don't want to wake up alone the next morning..."

"I did left, but I wasn't really gone Mulder." She told him tenderly.

"Wait... when did you return from Toronto?" Mulder gave her a questioning look.

"...Toronto?" She joked and giggled, but Mulder didn't look amused. "Today Mulder. I was thinking carefully what to say to you when suddenly you appeared in my apartment. And by the way, I want my key back." She smiled at him.

There was no need for words. He caressed Scully's cheeks and kissed her mouth softly. Then he put a hand under each of her arms and lifted her off the couch. She slid her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist to stop from falling as he walked into her room.

He laid her on the bed and took a moment to admire her beauty, then started kissing down her neck undressing her on the way.

The End

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