A/N: Hello! I know, it's been a really, unbelievably looooonnnng time since my last update. What can I say? I've been über busy and I didn't take a vacation for a whole year. Okay those are lame excuses. I'm truly sorry it took me so long to update. I know it's more difficult to follow a story when you have to wait a very long time between chapters. I'm making it hard for you to like this story. Again, I apologize. For those who are still interested in this fic and will read this new chapter, I really thank you for your incredible patience. You are truly the best reader every writer would ever want to have. I really hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Now I have a bad and a good news: the bad is we approach the end. There are just a couple of more chapters and then it will be over. The good news is I'm finally on vacation again, so you won't have to wait that long to read the next chapter. How miraculous is that? XD Okay so here we go!

This takes place during all things. Lonely Mulder in England... And of course, Scully and her emotional roller-coaster.

The dialogue is not mine but Gillian Anderson's.

Weekend

He had been so angry. Now he was just bored. Mulder was lying on his hotel bed. His bags were packed. He wished Scully was here. He had wished this all weekend. He believed she would have loved England. He always liked in here, even if he did not have only good memories. It could have been a great time to make new great and happy ones. It should have been. He had planned it: she would have made fun of the crop circles being UFO originated and they would have just shared a skeptic/believer moment under the stars, and in the beautiful scenery of Stonehedge. Then they would have gone back to the hotel and spend the rest of the weekend alone with no work to do. He really thought that the crop circles excuse would work. It was 'out there' enough but not so much at the same time. Plus, it was in England, far away from the FBI! How could she said no to this ? Well, she did. Not only that, but she was annoyed. He did not know why exactly. Apart from taking a very boring case full of stupid teenagers to give him time to prepare his surprise England trip, he had been on his best behavior. Okay, so the case might have been a mistake, Scully hated stupid teenagers.

Perhaps it was not it though. Scully have yet to tell him she loved him back and now, he was starting to think that maybe they were not emotionally in the same place. Everything was fine between them, but he wondered if Scully really shared these feelings as deeply as he was. He did not know, and lately, she was very evasive on the phone, as if she was always thinking about something else while talking to him. He did not like that. He wanted to see her, apologize for whatever the hell he was supposed to be sorry and hold her in his arms. He could find the time to make another romantic trip, after all.

Mulder contemplated the idea of calling Scully, letting her know about his return but thought the better of it. God knew how he would be received. So he just got on his feet, took his luggage and left his big hotel room with last one sorry look to the huge bathroom and the king-size bed.

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She was so tired. What a hell of a weekend! Scully was not sure she could make any sense of what happened in those two days. She just sat there, lost in thoughts on a bench. Was it destiny that put Daniel in her path again, after all these years, and precisely in this moment? People rarely realize the depth of the journey they have been on for years, Scully thought. Most human do not even fully realize how much they grew as a person throughout their lives. What she told Daniel about her not being the same person anymore was true. She was. She was not just more mature and sure of herself and more experienced. Those were just the common things most people said when ask if they have change over the years. She was not most people. Not anymore. She felt like this weekend she experienced a sort of ultimate introspection. She really realized how much she grew and evolved as a human being. She was still her, but felt as a new woman. It was violent. It was brutal and disorienting. Things had changed so much since she met Mulder. Her entire life had turned upside down. She lived and saw things she had never thought she would before. She was not sure she could make sense of it all.

Scully was still sitting on the bench when suddenly she saw it again. That cap. That ponytail. She did not even think twice before running towards her. She just ran and took the woman by the arm to make her turn.

- "Excuse me!"

- "Hey"

- "Mulder?" She could not have been more surprised. This weekend was definitely odd.

- "I was just looking for you."

- "But you're supposed to be in England."

- "I''m back."

- "What happened?" Scully was very confused.

- "Nothing. There was no event. No crop circles. Big waste of time." Mulder seemed bummed. Scully just sighed.

- "Maybe sometimes nothing happens for a reason, Mulder.

It was apparently time for Mulder to be puzzled.

- "What is that supposed to mean?"

Scully could not help but smile. She forgot she had been angry at him for once again choosing idiotic cases. He was back. He was looking for her. It was good to see him.

- "Nothing. Come on, I make you some tea."

Mulder. He was the only one whom she could talk to. She and Mulder, the two of them, talking, exchanging life experiences. This was what she needed right now, something domestic and normal.

ps: I always found it weird Mulder didn't make sure the crop circle event was a sure thing before going all the way to another Country. It doesn't seem like him to not pay attention to that kind of thing. I also found his annoyance at Scully for not going with him a bit over-the-top, so for the necessity of this chapter and of this story, I decided to pretend there was more than just a trip in England to see crop circles.