"I saw you here, Scully. Not you, but you. I…"
She draws in a deep breath and says nothing, not sure she truly believes any of it, despite the photographs she had found.
"You don't believe it," he states, his head turned away from her as the wind nearly steals his words.
"I don't know," she tells him honestly, watching the way his shoulders slump and how he nods his head. "You really think we always find each other? Always traveling together in some way?"
"Wouldn't you like to think that was possible?" he asks, turning his head to look at her. "That… something is pulling us together?"
"And that maybe we've lived thousands of lives, in different realities, but always together somehow?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Would it be so bad?" he whispers back as she stares at him, his eyes sad and yet hopeful.
"No, I suppose it wouldn't be," she says, a smile beginning and then dying as she suddenly feels like weeping.
"No," he says softly, looking out at the field again. "It wouldn't be."
Holding back her tears, she swallows hard to push down the large lump in her throat. He is there beside her, but she feels as though she is alone, left behind and waiting for him to find her once again.
Then, the tips of his fingers walk their way across her palm, grasping her hand and squeezing gently. She closes her eyes and squeezes back as the feeling of sadness is erased entirely and is replaced with a happiness she will never be able to explain.
"I told you I'd be here," a voice says behind her and she gasps as she turns around.
Mulder. But not Mulder. Not really.
"I wasn't sure. I thought…" she says, her heart pounding from the worry she had been feeling and the relief she felt now.
"Thought I wouldn't keep my promise? To you?" He smiles and she smiles back, his eyes shining in the bright moonlight above them.
"I was plagued by many worries," she admits with a sigh.
"You never have to worry again. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Not without you. I love you far too much."
"And I love you."
He steps closer and they embrace, his familiar body warming her and erasing any lingering fears.
He is hers and she is his.
That is all that matters.
Scully opens her eyes and expels a shaky breath as she releases Mulder's hand.
"You okay?" he asks in the same voice she had just heard declaring his love for her.
"I'm fine," she breathes, quickly turning her head so he does not see her tears.
He says nothing for a few seconds and then he clears his throat.
"We… we should get going."
"Yes," she agrees, taking the lead and walking through the field towards the car, not looking back.
Mulder walks behind her, watching her move with a determined purpose.
Taking a deep breath, he turns his head and looks back, knowing what he will see, but wishing he will be wrong.
It's only the empty field; the tall grass bending gracefully as the wind gently blows through it.
But he knows. He knows what he saw. What he had felt.
The warmth of her body and the scent of her hair as she stood with him in that same spot, in yet another reality. A different life, but always traveling together.
I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Not without you. I love you far too much.
And I love you.
The words he heard echo loudly in his head. He closes his eyes and hopes that wherever that life had led them, it was rich with happiness and devoid of any suffering.