Chapter 8: Again.
After dinner, Gillian followed Matthew to his room. They sat on the bed, their back against the bedrail. Matthew was reading a book as he laid his left hand on her shoulder. She leant closer to him.
"Matt…"
"What's wrong, honey?" Matthew put the book to his lap, looking into her blue eyes. He kissed her soft cheek, pulling her body to him.
"How does we met each other?" Gillian put it mildly.
"Huh? What? I think I told you about it?"
"No, you just told me that we meet in Chicago. I want to know more," she continued.
"Well, I came to Chicago for my busniness, then I met you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, I fell in love with you immediately, nearly dying in your blue eyes," Matthew smiled.
"How long did we know each other before your proposal?" she kept asking.
"What do you mean?"
"When I woke up, you told me that I am your fiancée, it meant I had to accept your proposal before my accident, right? I just want to know about it," Gillian explained.
"Hm… I…"
"Don't tell me that you don't remember about your proposal," she said dryly.
"Of course, for God sakes i remember it."
"So tell me how long?"
"Hmm… two years."
"WHAT?" her eyes grew wide.
"What's wrong with it?" Matthew didn't understand her react.
"That time you were with your brother Tony in Arizona. How can we meet in Chicago?"
"I…" Matthew tried to find his words.
"You what?" She asked angrily.
"It's a long time ago Gilly, I don't remember it. I have many things to take care of. You cant blame me for forgetting our first meet!" He yelled.
She stood up from the bed, leaving him but Matthew grabbed her waist, not letting her go.
"I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to yell," he apologized.
"You are right, Matt. You don't have to remember it. Now just let me go!" she said coldly, pulling him away.
"Why did you ask me those questions? Am i under suspicion? Why? You don't believe me just because that handsome Mulder jumped into your life?"
"Don't drag Mulder here! This is our problem!"
"What problem? Before he came to your life, we were very happy," Matthew shot back.
"The problem is me! I don't remember anything. I just can believe in you and now you even don't remember about the past. Tell me a reason to believe you!"
"I forgot it. Every body can forgot it. It happened many years ago. You can't blame me for that."
"I'm not going to argue with you about this anymore. I will go now."
Gillian got out of the room but Matthew held her back.
"What's about our wedding?"
"What wedding?" she said.
"You told me that after your DNA test, we will have a wedding."
"Not now, Matt. I need time to think."
"About what?"
"About you, about me, about us, about my past, about everything," she told him.
"And about that Mulder? You are having a crush on him," Matthew said, grabbing her wrist tighly.
"You hurt me, Matt. It's our relationship, not Mulder. He just made me want to ask more questions before believe in someone. Now let me go, Matt," she said coldly.
Matthew stared at her. He was angry. He pushed her to the wall.
"Matt… let me go," she said, begging.
"Ok… go," He said with his sad voice.
"I will call you later," Gillian suddenly felt guilty. She didn't want to make him sad. But she really needed time to think straight.
It was midnight. Gillian was chilled as she saw a man sitting in front of her house. He buried his head to the hand.
"Hi," Mulder said.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I just came to see you. Are you crying?" he asked with concern.
"No… it's just… because of the dust," she wiped her tears away.
"What's wrong?" his voice was soft, it made her want to cry again.
"I…" she couldn't say anything, just standing and crying.
"It's ok," he stood up, embracing her gently, putting his hands to her back.
After some minutes, she looked into her eyes, pulling away from his arms, "so you just came here to see me?"
"Yes… And say goodbye. I will come back to Washington tomorrow."
"What?"
"I have to go," he said mildly.
"But…"
"What is it? Gillian? You can tell me."
"No, nothing."
"Ok, so, goodbye. Nice to see you, I'm sorry for everthing."
"Mulder, can you help me to remember everything of my past?"
"I thought that you think you are Gillian Greco?"
"Yes, but… even i'm Gillian, I want to remember, I don't want to live with any doubt," she held his hand, "just help me."
"I will call you after I come back to DC. Now only thing I can say is goodbye," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Goodbye," she smiled.
"Gillian!"
"What?"
"You are bleeding!" he said with worries.
"What? Where?"
"Your nose. Are you ok?"
"Huh?" she used her hand to wipe her nose, still being in shocks when she saw red liquid in her fingers.
"Oh my God I will take you to the doctor now!"
"No, Mulder, it's ok. I'm not bleeding a river. I can handle it. Now you can go."
"What's the hell! You are scaring me. Don't tell me that. Just go to the doctor with me," he was so damn nervous. He thought about Scully's cancer before.
"I'm a doctor. I'm fine. Just go, Mulder. I can handle it."
"No."
"You are stubborn."
"Just as stubborn as you are!"
A/N: well, i'm a little busy now so maybe i just can post next chapter next month. Sorry. Pls leave review. I love it. And i love you all. Thank you. Have a nice day.