Title: Don't Let Go Of Love

Author: Shiv

Category: MSR/Angst

Rating: PG-13?

Spoilers: The End, A little Emily maybe

Summary: Can Mulder and Scully's newly admitted love for each other
survive all the tests?

Disclaimer: Sadly these amazing characters and some of the storylines to
not belong to me but some combination of Chris Carter(you don't
realise how many people's hapiness rest in your hands!!!), Ten
Thirteen Productions and Fox Television. They also belong to the
wonderful David Duchovny(thud!) and Gillian Anderson. 

Author's note: This is my third fanfiction. I have received some
lovely, lovely praise about the last two and although this one took a
little while in coming, I have finally finished it. I hope you enjoy it
and PLEASE send feedback.

I just want to quickly mention my friends, McB (my fellow Mulder/Scully
obssesee!), Diane, Claire, Lauren, Jennie, Gail, Linda etc. And of
course to Wilma, who provides me with her wonderful and inspirational
quotes. Thanx. All of you put up with my insanity and ramblings, and I
just want you to know that I DO appreciate it. Also a quick mention to
Rory, as always.




Feedback: siobhan@oneil192.freeserve.co.uk please, please, please send
feeback, I don't care WHAT you thought. I just need to know. PLEASE


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"Scully- you're my one in five billion"- Fox Mulder

"Even though the strongest emotion - true love =96 may endure, without
expression of that devotion, it would be as well that it did not
exist."- Claire Mooney (Wilma)

Mulder unlocked the door to his apartment and stumbled in wearily. It
had been one hell of a day. They had spent endless hours ploughing
through paper work and Scully had been in a foul mood because of what
she called "his incessant need to avoid all administration". She just
didn't seem to understand that he was useless at that sort of thing.
Scully had a unique ability to deal with mountains of paperwork in a
frighteningly efficient manner. He was obviously, more interested in
finding some more X-Files to pursue. He knew he had been a royal pain in
the ass, but he didn't want to have to tell her what he knew was the
inevitable.

Diana was "dropping by" tomorrow and AD Skinner wanted her to work with
Mulder on a particularly unusual VCS case. Mulder had asked Skinner why
he and Scully couldn't do it. Skinner had responded with one a look
and replied

"Agent Mulder, I realise that you and Agent Scully have a strong and
successful partnership. That should not, however, be an issue if I
request either one of you separately. The simple reason is that Agent
Scully is of greater use to the FBI with her skills in Pathology. And in
this case it is not the pathology we are worried about. It's the
motive. So I have therefore, called upon Agent Fowley's expertise and
your own in this area."

Mulder had desperately wanted to argue that Scully was still a good
agent, even if her pathology skills weren't required this time. He
knew better. He did not want to work with Diana again, because apart
form the fact it separated him from Scully and their current cases, it
dredged up to many unpleasant memories for him. Diana and he had a
painful history and while he found it somewhat difficult to be around
her she seemed to regard it as though nothing had ever happened between
them. Well?most of the time she did anyway.

What he was left with now was having to face Scully, having to explain
to her that he wasn't going to be around for the next few days. In
normal circumstances that probably wouldn't have been a problem. She
would have welcomed a few days of peace, quiet and a chance to unwind
without him hauling her up and down the country to examine endless
"unexplained phenomena". What was going to be a problem, he was sure,
was the fact that he was going on this latest expedition with Diana, a
person who he knew Scully could not stand. The hostility between the
pair during the time with Gibson Praise had been evident. He knew it
seemed to Scully like he was comfortable at slipping back into "old
habit" with Diana, and he regretted that.

He decided that the best thing to do would be to take the coward's way
out and call Scully. So he did.

"Hello?" she asked, picking up the phone in her apartment after a few
rings.

"Hey Scully it's me." He said.

"What's up?" was the reply. He could almost see her rolling her eyes.

"Well there was a slight oversight today. Something I forgot to tell you
when I got called back from Skinner's office."
"Yeah?"

"He wants me to work on the case for VCS for the next little while."
"Oh?okay. Why didn't you tell me Mulder? I mean I'm sure I can
sacrifice you for a few days. Just don't think you're getting away
with all that paperwork, I'll be sure to send it up."

"Ok Scully, sure. Ah? you see the thing is I'll be partnered with
someone during this case ~ Diana."

Mulder waited. She said nothing. He wished now that he had told her face
to face, for although it would have been tougher to do, at least then he
would still have been able to see the reaction.

"Scully you there?"

"Sure I'm here." She said quietly, almost stonily.

"Umm, you okay with this?"
"What's there to be okay about Mulder? You got re-assigned to VCS with
a new partner for a few days. I'm sure I can handle that. See you
tomorrow."
"Sure. 'night Scully."

"Yes." She said Putting down the phone.

"Bitch" was the first word that sprung into Scully's mind. She could
just picture her now, cavorting around with Mulder. Staying in cheap
motels with him, slyly knocking on his door at night and coaxing him
gently until their old romance was re-ignited with a ferocious passion.
And once that happened well there would be no stopping it. Sure, she
knew that circumstances had changed between her and Mulder recently, but
things were hardly steam-rolling along and Diana was of course his old
flame, or "chickadee" as Frohike had so tactfully put it. She refused to
let herself be annoyed about this, and so to try and take her mind off
it she decided that a nice long soak would be the best option.

About 45 minutes later, Scully was just climbing out if the bath,
feeling marginally better when she heard a sharp knock at the door.
Groaning she wrapped a towel round her hastily and walked out into the
hall. 

"Who is it?" she yelled

"It's me Scully." Came the reply. Stupid of me to even ask, she
thought. Who on earth would back calling round at this time on a Tuesday
night apart from Mulder.

Forgetting the fact the she was dressed in only a towel, she walked to
the door. She opened it to reveal Mulder looking gorgeous in his leather
jacket and jeans, carrying a four pack of beer and a pizza.

"Peace Offering." He said simply, walking into her apartment and
shrugging out of his jacket. 

"Sure Mulder. I'm just going to shove some clothes on, I'll be right
out okay?"

"Well Scully, if you insist. Personally, I kinda like you in that."

"Not tonight Mulder." Was the curt reply he received as she disappeared
into the bedroom and he started to flick aimlessly through the channels
of the television. 

He was beginning to think that he could get used to staying in her flat.
Scully kept it neat, something he never had the energy or the enthusiasm
for ~ a bit like paperwork actually. Her fridge was always stocked, far
be it that Scully would be un-prepared for a sudden dinner-party it
seemed. Then, finally, and most importantly, Scully was there. Over the
past few months or so things had begun to develop between them. It had
all started when? hell, when had it all started? Physically their
relationship had crossed a new barrier just after Padgett, but he was
unsure of when the real turning point came. Scully had insisted that
they take things slowly, a little TOO slowly for Mulder's personal
liking, but he wasn't about to argue with her. Mainly because he
didn't want her to feel suffocated and mainly, because he knew she was
scared. He was scared too. But then again, he had always been the one to
take risks.

Scully came out and sat down beside Mulder on the couch, grabbing a beer
and popping it open. She took a long drink and wiped her mouth in a
rather unladylike fashion. He too opened a beer and drank.

"Scully I want to talk about this whole Diana thing."

"There's nothing to talk about Mulder. It's you that's making the
issue out of it."

He set his beer down on the table and shifted just a little bit closer
to her so that his thigh brushed against hers.

"I don't want you to think that you can't trust me Scully. I would
hate that."

"What do you mean TRUST you Mulder. Whatever you do is your business."

"Scully?" he said softly. "You know how I feel about you?"

"Do I Mulder?" she said turning sharply. "I mean you never were too keen
on my idea of taking things one day at a time. Sure, you come round
sometimes, we watch videos, we laugh, we kiss, we sleep together. You
treat me just like a girlfriend?sometimes. How should I know if
that's all you want? I'm sure Diana will be happy to re-kindle your
relationship, and she wouldn't been as slow as me Mulder."



Mulder sighed as Scully jumped up from the couch and began to pace up
and down the room. Part of him understood why she insisted on torturing
herself like this; after all, he was the expert when it came to self-
torture. The other part of him, however, couldn't fathom why on earth
she doubted his loyalty to her. 

"Scully, please." He said standing up and walking over to her. She
stopped pacing as he came nearer and he cautiously slid his arms around
her waist, drawing her into the protection of his chest. "Don't do
this to yourself. You DO know how I feel about you. I love you Scully."

She froze when she heard those words spoken from his mouth. He hadn't
said that to her yet. Part of her had been subconsciously wishing that
he would. The same part of her that cried when he didn't say those
words the first time they had made love. She spun around so that she was
facing him. 

"What?"

"Don't act like it's the first time I've said it Scully." He
laughed softly, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"It is." She said simply.

"Technically, you may think it is. And although I DID say it when I
returned from Bermuda, I say it to you all the time Scully. During those
times when you were in hospital. Every time I held your hand. Every time
I said goodnight to you. And recently, every time I have kissed you."

She began to nod, a combination of feeling threatening to overwhelm her.
Those emotions she felt were mirrored when she looked into his eyes and
she kissed him softly. She then pulled away, squeezing his hand and
looking at him desperately. He knew this was her way of saying sorry and
he smiled in order to re-assure her as they kissed again.

"Scully, there are so many risks attached to our being involved. Simply,
because of our work on The X-Files. But don't think I would have be
taking these risks if I didn't think for one second that we weren't
going to last. Maybe that's why it took us so long. I was afraid that
I would lose you if something went wrong. And I'd rather have my own
little bit of you than none of you."

"You're not going to lose me." She whispered. "I love you."

Mulder could only pray to whoever was out there that he never did lose
her. That they never lost each other, or their faith in each other.



It was decided that that Mulder and Scully would travel to work
separately tomorrow. Just because they wanted to avoid any
confrontations with Diana, for Mulder knew that Scully was uncomfortable
around her and didn't trust her. He still believed that Scully's
doubts about Diana, were slightly unfounded, then again he had known her
intimately for a few years and those years were not easily erased from
his memory. When he had left Scully in her apartment to go to work, she
was still drinking her coffee. He had kissed her lightly, noting the
smile that played on her lips as he did so. Both of them knew that as
soon as he stepped out of the door, he would become Special Agent
Mulder, rather than just plain "Mulder".

He drove to work and listened to the radio, trying in vain to keep his
mind off of Scully. When her entered the X-Files office he found Diana
sitting on his desk and he thanked himself mentally for persuading
Scully that it was best he went to work first. He didn't even want to
imagine the reaction that would have occurred had Scully entered first
and discovered Diane perched in what appeared to be a rather precarious
position.

"Hi Fox." She said. "I was really pleased to hear that we will be
working together again ~ weren't you?"

Mulder chuckled to himself quietly.

"So, have you heard any more about this case then?" he asked.

"Actually," said Diana sliding off of the desk, "we have a meeting with
AD Skinner right about now for our briefing. Shall we go?"

"Uh, sure." Said Mulder. "You go on ahead, I'll be right up, there's
just one thing left that I have to do."

"Okay." Said Diana walking out the door, only after giving him a long
glance.

Mulder grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and hastily scribbled a
note to Scully telling her that he would call her. He then sighed and
reluctantly headed for the door, trying to keep this mind of the fact
that sometime very soon she would be walking about the office, drinking
coffee and burying herself in paperwork. He didn't really want to be
away from her now ~ after all that was said and done last night, he felt
as though leaving her would be much harder that it ever used to be. The
fact that there were cell phones and e-mails did not offer much
consolation to him. And Diana? well SHE was a completely different
problem all together.

Skinner seemed to drone on for hours, and Diane smoothly chatted to him,
while Mulder sat there is silence thinking of Scully and not listening
to a word uttered from his superior's mouth.

"So Agent Mulder," said Skinner speaking to him harshly, as if suddenly
noticing the younger man's lack of focus. "I can entrust you and Agent
Fowley to be on the first plane to Detroit after these recent
developments. I'll have my secretary arrange car rental for you. All
you'll need to do when you get there is find a motel."

"What? Uh, I mean yes, sir. When is the next flight to Detroit?"
"I would imagine sometime this afternoon."

"Well Sir, there could be a problem there. You see there is a matter
concerning my current investigations that Agent Scully and I both need
to deal with. So if Agent Fowley doesn't mind taking this
afternoon's flight out by herself, I will join her sometime this
evening."

"Very well Agent Mulder." Said Skinner sighing, "just ensure that you
get there as soon as you can. This is a matter of some importance.

"Of course Sir, I understand." Said Mulder nodding and hastily exiting
the room.

Mulder took the stairs down to the basement two at a time as he always
did, unless he was with Scully who's shorter legs couldn't quite
match his own. He slipped into the office quietly and crept up on an
un-suspecting Scully. He slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her
neck gently.

"Jesus?" said Scully spinning round.

"Now Scully," said Mulder, his face held a look of mock hurt. "Please
tell me you knew who that was. I don't want to hear that you've got
any other men on the go."

Scully didn't laugh at this comment, which was to be expected her
supposed.

"What are you doing down here anyway? Where's Cruella?" She asked

"Scully I wish you wouldn't call her that. Well Skinner wants us to go
out to Detroit as soon as posible. I just wanted to let you know."

"How long for?" asked Scully, trying to hide her disappointment, even
though she really knew the answer to this question.

"For as long as it takes."

"So when's your flight?"
"Well it was supposed to be this afternoon, but I managed to convince
Skinner that I has some unfinished business down here that I really
couldn't leave."
"Aww, Mulder that was sweet of you but I can really handle the paperwork
by myself."

"You know very well I wasn't talking about paperwork." He said kissing
her again and grabbing her hand. "C'mon Scully. Let's take a drive."

Scully climbed into the car beside Mulder and looked at him quizzically.

"Where exactly are we going?" She asked.

"Just a drive. Spontaneity Scully, it's the spice of life."

"Isn't that variety Mulder?"

"Whatever. You wanna stop home and get changed first. You might feel
more comfortable that way."

"Well, I would? IF I knew where we were going."

"I don't know why you think I've got something planned Scully. I
truly haven't."

He slowed the car to a halt at her apartment and they both climbed out.
Scully seemed to have finally resigned to the fact that he truly
didn't know where they were going, or at the very least he didn't
want her to know. He quickly changed into his comfiest jeans and a black
t-shirt and as he dressed he pondered where exactly he WAS going to take
her. Then he remembered ~ the perfect spot. Suddenly he couldn't wait
to get there and he walked into her room. Scully was standing pulling a
top over her head.

"You ready yet?" he asked.

"Yeah Mulder, I always go out in my underwear."

"Hey Scully, I wouldn't mind." He winked.

"God what is going on with you. You are so impatient."

Finally, after also changing into jeans, Scully was ready to go and
Mulder led her back down to the car. The place he had in mind was a lake
about an hour's drive away. At this time on a weekday it would be all
but deserted, he was sure of it. When they reached his desired spot,
they climbed out of the car and began to walk. Tentatively Mulder took
Scully's hand. She responded to his gesture, intertwining their
fingers, almost automatically. They walked in silence for a few minutes.
No words really needed to be said. Mulder was thinking how he wished he
could stay here, with her and not be stuck with Diana. It was Scully he
wanted to be staying in cheap motels with, trampling through mud with,
spending endless hours on planes and in rental cars with, eating in
diners with ~ NOT DIANA.

"Pity we didn't think to bring a picnic or something. It's lovely
here. I remember we used to come down with my Mom when we were small. I
always liked it." Said Scully softly, breaking their silence

They sat down on the grass and Mulder turned toward Scully.

"I just wanted to spend the day with you before I had to leave. I
don't want to leave. Stupid, I know."

"Yeah, stupid" smiled Scully. "Sweet though."

He laughed and they kissed again. For how long, neither seemed to be
able to calculate. But it was intoxicating though. Scully could quite
happily devour every single bit of him when it came to the kisses he
gave her. She pulled away gently, almost gasping for breath.

"We didn't get a chance to do that properly last night."

"Nah," he smiled. "We were too busy doing?other things."

"You ever think how surreal this whole thing is. I mean, sure I have
always wanted romance and colour and life and light. But, you seemed
quite happy in the dark. It's just like you said when we were driving
out to Area 51, to you that was a normal life, you liked it."

Mulder thought about this for a while. It was difficult for him to
communicate to her how much his perspective had changed. Suddenly
Samantha, the truth, the entire conspiracy, were no longer the most
important things in his life. The day he admitted his true feeling for
her was the day that those things had ceased to become as important as
they once were.

"Scully, I wasn't happy there. Just familiar."

She was silent for a few moments, as if contemplating his words.

"So what do you see as your ideal life now?"
"I'm not sure. I still want to work. I know that I'll reach the end
one day soon, maybe I will pursue it as more of hobby than my life's
work. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I guess you
never really know how much time you have left. How do you feel about
these things then?"

"Yeah? I want children. And the fact that I can't have
them?sometimes I'm okay with it. But, other times, it just hurts too
much."

She took a deep breath and cast her eyes downward. Mulder knew that it
was NOT like Scully to open up to him like that, so he relished the
opportunity.

"I know Scully. There are ways for you to have children though.
Fertility doctor's have breakthrough's all the time. You could try
IVF or one of these other methods. Just don't lose sight of that." He
touched her face gently with his hand and kissed her eyelids.

"I love you Scully."

And so they spent the rest of the day, and later, the night in each
other's arms.

Scully had fallen asleep on the bed, and reluctant as he was to leave,
his flight was in 45 minutes, and he was risking missing it, so he
gently shook her awake as he grabbed his things.

"I gotta go now Scully. Flight to Detroit is in 45."

She rolled over nodding sleepily. Mulder had called Diana, telling her
that the evening flight was full and that he wold get the first morning
one. She has sounded less than pleased, telling him that they needed him
down here now, but he argued that it was only a night's worth of sleep
difference(or lack of it were he and Scully were concerned) and that
they wouldn't be doing much nocturnal investigating anyway. Mulder
kissed Sully goodbye gently as she headed for the shower before starting
her day's work.

She didn't want him to leave. She didn't like the idea of him being
in Cruella's clutches. Immature though she knew it was, she felt this
incessant need to stop that bitch getting her hands on "her man". The
fact that Mulder was a thinking man, did little to ease her pre-occupied
thoughts. She knew better than most how passionate a man he was and she
hoped that he would be able to resist Diana's amorous advances.
Stepping under the hot shower and letting the water stream down her
back, she pondered these thoughts desperately trying to stop this
torrent of unwanted thoughts and transform them into something
worthwhile.

Scully waited all day for Mulder to call. 'Where is he?' she
thought. 'Surely he would have found the time to call me by now?'
She spent a great proportion of her time staring idly into space,
waiting for the shrill ring of the telephone. It did not come. And she
was determined to appear like the pathetic lonely girlfriend and call
him. As she let herself back into her apartment after a long day in
front of a computer screen, she slipped out of her shoes and flopped
down on the couch. She was about to dose off into a hazy slumber when
she heard the muffled bleeping of her cell phone from inside her suit
jacket. Wearily, she rose to her feet and answered it.

"Scully."

"Hey there. Would you by chance be the Dana Scully who's in love with
one of the most charasmatic and handsome men on the planet."

Scully smiled and the warm and familiar sound of his voice and sank back
down on the couch.

"I might be." She laughed. "How are you Mulder?"
"Missing you. Just spent an enitre day being dragged around houses
questioning people. And do you know what I discovered Scully?"
"Indulge me, please" Came the light reply.

That having someone agree with you all the time, no-one to look at you
as though you really * had* lost it, well it's not all it's made out
to be."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. So how's the paperwork."

"Want to know the truth? I hardly did any of it. Spent too much time
waiting for you to call. More fool me."

"Aww, I'm touched."

They spent over an hour talking, drifting from the case that Mulder was
working on to idle chat, and arguing over his latest theory. When they
eventually hang up the phone to allow them both to get some sleep,
Scully realised that she had a stupid smile plastered on her face like
an idiotic circus clown. As she changed into her bedroom attire she
wondered if she had become one if those bubbling, giggly girls that she
had detested all through high school.

Mulder and Scully spent the week conversing by phone and e-mail. Mulder
was careful to aviod any mention of Diana in his case ~ which he deemed
to be "just your ordinary, manic serial-killer" ~ and Sully did not ask
about her. The week without him did not exactly drag by, but it didn't
fly by either. She was called to consult on the pathology of a couple of
VCS cases and she enjoyed the praise that she received due to her
findings. Foolishly, her apartment seemed empty without him. Over the
past few months she had grown used to finding him sprawled out on the
couch the hood up on his sweatshirt, munching directly out of the cereal
box. This level of slobbing, was one that she was unable to stoop too.
Unless you counted a few nights in front of the t.v. with an old weepie
movie and a tub of Ben and Jerry's. She had finally reached the
over-whelming scientific conclusion that opposites DO attract. 

It was the Wednesday evening, almost a full week since Mulder had left
and Scully was just coming back from the grocery store. She rushed to
answer the phone as she heard it's ring from outside her apartment.

"Hello," she said breathlessly

"Been running a marathon or something Scully?"
"Just got in from the grocery store. Mulder, when are you coming home?"
she said, asking the question that had been at the tip of her tongue
ever since he left.

"Well, I was actually calling about that?"

"Really, when are you then? Do you want me to come pick you up at the
airport."

"Nah, that won't be necessary."

Scully spun around to find him standing at her still-open doorway
wearing that stupid grin of his. Her face broke into the clown smile
again as strode towards her and enveloped her in his arms, kissing. When
they finally pulled apart she opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced
her with a finger to her lips.

"Shh, just as second. I've been thinking while I was away?Remember
that charismatic, handsome man I asked you if you were going out with."

She nodded silently.

"Well, what would you say if he asked you to be his wife."

"I would make a mental note to contact the nearest psychiatrist and say
yes."

And the giggling high school girl kissed her fiance.

"Well that's settled then. Never doubt how much I love you
Scully?never doubt it.

Preperations for the wedding were going surprisingly well. They had
spoken to their necessary superiors and thankfully not come under too
much resistance. They were told that they could remain as they were in
The X-Files with their situations to be "reviewed" in sixth month's.
Scully's mother had been predictably delighted and now, with only a
week until their wedding, Scully still couldn't believe how quickly
events had progressed. They were sitting silently in their office one
morning when there was a sharp knock at the door and in strode Diana.

"Dana," she nodded. "Fox, I need to get you to sign a copy of this
expense report from our trip last month. Apparently it was over-looked
before."

Mulder and Scully exchanged glances, and strangely Scully did not feel
the familiar jealous instincts rise up. This was probably to do with the
fact that she knew her place with Mulder, and didn't have to live in a
state of confused feelings and tormented thoughts.

"So I hear you two are getting married?" Asked Diana curtly. "Quite the
gossip around the office you know."

"Yes we are." Said Mulder quickly, closing the cap on his pen and
handing the form back to Diana. "This Saturday as a matter of fact."

"Well," said Diane turning for him to stare at Scully. "I just hope for
your sake it goes better than my marriage to Fox did." And with that she
stormed out the room.

Scully sat unmoving, clearly in a state of unfathomable shock.

"Scully," said Mulder moving to her side and touching her shoulder
lightly. "I know how it seems?"

"Was what she said true Mulder?" asked Scully.

"I know I should have?"

"WAS IT TRUE MULDER?"

He stared at the ground for a long time.

"Yes" he whispered hoarsely. 

Scully rose from her seat, grabbing her jacket and fleeing from the
room, determined not to let him see her torrent of tears.

Mulder tried her cell phone all day, but it was switched off just as he
had predicted. He saw her go back into the apartment and so her tried
phoning her there. The machine clicked on and he gazed up at her window
form outside in his car. He tried knocking on her door and he unlocked
it with his key, but she had put the chain on, and the crack that he
could see through the ajar door did not reveal her. He shouted through
the door and pleaded with her to let him talk. Eventually she came to
the door, her eyes swollen her hair dishevelled.

"Please, can I come in? he asked.

She shook her head feircely.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married to her?"

"You never asked." He answered lamely.

She closed her eyes and tried to block out the hurt.

"If there was one thing I never envisaged you doing Mulder was keeping
something from me like this. Were you ever planning on telling me?"

He honestly couldn't answer and she began to shut the door. 

"Please Mulder, if I mean anything to you then leave me alone. I don't
think we should get married on Saturday."

It was a long week for Mulder. He spent it in total frustration. He had
wrecked his apartment which had lay empty for weeks in fits of rage and
downed more shots of tequilla at the local bar than he cared to count.
Eventually on Friday night sober and grief-stricken he picked up the
phone pressing the familiar number of Scully's house. As exoected, she
did not answer and instead he was greated with her neutral tone.

"Hi this is Dana Scully, I'm sorry but I can't take your call.
Please leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Creasing his brow in frustration Mulder decided to leave a message.

"Scully, it's me. I know you're there and I know that there isn't
anything I can say to excuse what I did by not telling you? The truth
is Scully, I didn't know how to tell you. The eighteen months that I
was married to Diana are the worst and most regrettable of my life. I
didn't love her, I thought I needed her in order to become "the
perfect agent" and I know now that I was wrong. I think I really knew
then that I was wrong. You're not her Scully. I want to marry you
because I love you. And the pride and love I felt when you agreed to
marry me is like nothing I have ever experienced before. Please don't
punish me now for a mistake I made eight years ago. Knowing that I hurt
you in more punishment than I could ever handle?"

He waited for some kind of reply, but naturally received none.

"I'm going to head out of town for a few das, maybe to clear my head.
I don't know. I'll call?"

Suddenly he heard the click of the phone being picked up and Scully's
voice warmed his heart

"Where are you going G-Man, you've got a wedding in the morning."

His entire body sighed with relief

"I'm sorry Scully."

"I know, I am too. I don't want to fight with you. I love you. Now
come over and celebrate your last night as a free man."

The sentence was barely out of her lips when he had dropped the phone
and was racing out to his car.

I know that sucked. SOB SOB BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!

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