"So, do you want to finish the movie?" Scully didn't know what else to say.

"No," Vixen shook her head. "Not now."

"Do you want me to stay?" Scully offered.

"I think you'd better go," Vixen sighed. "I'd rather be alone right now."

"I'll pick you up in the morning," Scully nodded. She then took her purse and left. There really wasn't anything else she could do.

Neither of the women got much sleep that night. They both stared at the ceiling a lot, watching the shadows and trying to imagine what it would be like to become a man. Neither of them succeeded, Vixen maybe even less than Scully. She could remember it, but she couldn't feel it, in the same way that you can remember your first lover and what you felt for him, but you can't feel it again. It might have easily been someone else's life.

Morning came fast anyway.

"You're late," Vixen told Scully when she came back for her.

"Yeah, I was…" Scully stopped herself in time before admitting that she was throwing up again, even feeling a little dizzy. She still believed it was nothing more than stress and she didn't want Mulder to worry. Poor Vixen had enough on her mind already. "I was in a traffic jam. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Vixen shrugged. "Let's go."

Scully noticed that Vixen wasn't wearing female clothes anymore, but old Mulder's comfort T-shirt and sweat pants. She probably slept in it and didn't bother to change in the morning. It was hardly appropriate outfit for the Federal building, but Scully restrained herself from commenting. If it could help her partner with upcoming transition, so be it. Mulder was known for breaking much more important rules than a dress code.

They drove in silence, and when they exited the car they just stood there quietly for a few moments.

"We have to go inside," Scully finally said.

"I know," Vixen acknowledged, not moving at all.

"Are you ok?" Scully was getting worried.

"Yeah," Vixen nodded. "I just… I was wondering, if we can wish whatever we want, can I get a peg leg this time?"

"It's Skinner's wish," Scully smiled, reminding her. "I highly doubt he would go for it."

"I guess not, then," Vixen shrugged.

"Are you okay with this, Mulder?" Scully asked gently.

"Would you be?" Vixen wondered bitterly.

"It's the right thing to do, you'll see," Scully tried to assure her. "Maybe you won't even remember any of this."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Vixen was not hiding her displeasure.

Scully just sighed, placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her inside. There was no point in discussing it anymore. Even if they wanted to change anything, they couldn't. It was Skinner's wish this time, Skinner's rules.

He waited for them in their basement office, together with Genia, in the same place where it all started only a week ago, though it seemed like a lifetime.

"I wish to undo Scully's wishes," Skinner wasn't wasting any time.

"You can't do that," Genia objected. "You are not allowed to affect other people's wishes, only to come up with your own."

"Wish him back, sir," Scully pleaded.

"I'm trying, Scully!" Skinner snapped at her nervously.

"No, I mean, ask her to make Mulder exactly the same as he was before my first wish," Scully clarified.

"That could work," Skinner agreed after considering it for a moment.

"What do you think?" Scully turned to Mulder.

"I think that should do it," Mulder nodded. "You'll get what you want, and I won't even remember any of it."

"Will you believe me if I ever try to paraphrase it?" Scully tried to make a joke to lighten the situation.

"No chance in hell!" Vixen grinned. "But I'll enjoy watching you try."

"I'm sure you will," Scully smiled, embracing her in a spontaneous hug.

"Will you tell him?" Vixen whispered into her ear, hoping that Skinner wouldn't hear.

"I will," Scully whispered back.

"Promise me, Scully," Vixen insisted. "Don't let all this be for nothing."

"I promise," Scully assured her, breaking the hug, but taking Vixen's hands into her own and locking her eyes with her. She wasn't going to let her go through this alone. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready," Vixen confirmed.

"So am I," Scully nodded.

"All right," Skinner took it as a hint to get started. "I wish for Mulder to be exactly the same as he was before Scully made her first wish."

He blinked, merely blinked, and the two women standing in front of him were now one woman and one man. Mulder and Scully, just as he remembered them.

Scully gasped through tears and relief, looking at Fox Mulder with great wonder, as if she was seeing him for the first time. Just to make sure he was real she raised her hands to his cheeks, but it wasn't enough so she pulled his head down and pressed her lips to his in a starving kiss.

First she tried to make a baby with him. Then she slept with him. Now was the time for a first proper kiss. Wasn't that the right order in which to do these things? It seemed perfectly regular to her.

"Couldn't she wait for us to leave before doing that?" Genia rolled her eyes in disgust.

"She waited seven years to do that," Skinner informed her with a smile. He would have the time later to figure out if Scully's behavior was against the rules or not, but right now he was just relieved that the wish worked.

"What was that for?" Mulder asked when Scully finally pulled away from him.

"For being you," Scully smiled, blushing all over.

"So," Genia turned to Skinner. "Are you ready for your next wish?"

"Next wish?" the question caught him off guard. He didn't really think of that, but now that she mentioned it, he was instantly overwhelmed with possibilities.

"Yes, the next one!" Genia rolled her eyes again, this time at him. "You still have two of them left."

"Um, well, can we talk about that in my office?"

"Sure," Genia agreed and vanished. Skinner, however, had to use the elevator. He rushed to it, not wasting any time and forgetting all about Mulder and Scully for the time being.

"Is everything all right?" Mulder asked Scully when they were left alone, visibly worried.

"You don't remember being a dog or a woman for about a week?" Scully was just checking, though it seemed pretty clear that he didn't remember. She would later have to come up with an explanation for him wearing a bra and for the blood in his underwear – Skinner forgot to specify the clothes.

"No," Mulder answered with a very puzzled look, the one that he had probably picked up from Scully during all of his years with her.

"Then I guess everything's okay," Scully smiled, pulling him into yet another kiss.

The End