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Rated: PG

Category: Post-Ep., X-File.

Spoiler: Ice

Archive: Gossamer, any other nice home.

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The flight from Nome Alaska was a most welcome event.
Both Mulder and Scully had experienced something they
had hoped would never occur again while working together:
distrust. Partners are supposed to trust each other, to cover
each others' backs, to be supportive and informative.
Together, in this *trust*, cases could be solved and injury, or
even death, avoided.

As Mulder began writing notes to the computer in the office, he
sat back and pondered that very issue. Just looked down at his
hands which were folded on the desk, and stared as he realized
what had happened in Alaska. A little worm-like parasite had
Scully and him aiming their weapons at each other. Everyone
sent to investigate that Arctic excavation site had been paranoid,
untrusting and even unstable. Dr. DaSilva, Dr. Hodge, Agent
Mulder, Agent Scully. It gnawed at Mulder. It really was a
sickening feeling.

Scully was busy adding some comments to her side of the report.
As she sat across from her partner, she, too, was perturbed. She
didn't let it show. Of course, she noticed her partner's concern.
"Hey! You okay, Mulder? You look a little tired."

"I guess I'm not quite myself after all that business at the
excavation site. Well, you know what I mean."

"It was kind of like a nightmare. Mulder, are you sure you're all
right?" She peered over at him with genuine concern in her eyes
and a small, soft smile. "Do you want to tell me what's on your
mind?"

Mulder looked up from his hands. "For a while, you didn't trust me.
And I didn't trust you. That isn't the way it's supposed to be,
Scully. We're partners."

"Well, I think because of that, and because we didn't trust each other
at the time, we came out of there alive, Mulder. I know, it was an awful
feeling. Think of the impact it may have had on our working
relationship already. And now, why do I feel like I need to say you can
trust me with your life? Why do I feel like crap?"

Mulder smiled. "I was thinking just that, Scully! Your instincts... you
KNOW, Scully! But I thought you were out to get me. I wanted you to
actually unlock that door and tell me not to keep myself away. That I
was not all right. But I might not have been all right. And you were
correct in doing that! Don't you see?"

"Well, yes, Mulder. We were in the same boat, so to speak. You can't
blame yourself for thinking anything but survival AND protecting me at
the same time. It makes you a human being. Besides, I got to check
you out under that tee shirt," she smiled.

"Okay, okay," he smirked.

"See? I made you smile. Want me to tell you about the annual
worm cooking contest I heard about?"

"Scully, I've never seen you like this before! Is there a sense of humor
in there I haven't been made aware of?"

"You never know, Mulder. I may not be who you THINK I am, but I know
who I am. And I know who you are."

"And I enjoyed the exam," Mulder added. "I know who I am. Is anyone
really who they say they are? I mean, I often wonder."

"Well, all I can tell you is that no one on this Earth can know anyone
else completely, absolutely and actually, that would make getting to know
what we do know about others no fun at all. We need the challenge of
learning, the faith to trust, and we need to show others that they can trust
us. Those are some of the skills best learned by life experience. So,
Mulder, do you trust me?"

"Implicitely. How about you? Do you trust me?"

"Are you who you say you are?"

He looked at his Bureau I.D. tag. "Yes."

"Mulderrrr... "

"All kidding aside, I am who I say I am. The rest is trust and faith on
your part."

"My part."

"Well, both our parts. So, are you feeling better about this, Mulder?"
Scully smiled and grabbed a donut.

"Yeah. I'm glad we had this little talk, partner. Very glad."


END
Discalimer: Mulder, Scully, the doctors and The X-Files all belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios.