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Rated: PG
Category: MSR. Angst
Spoilers: William, The Truth
Feedback: patfiler2016@outlook.com
Author's Note: Written entirely in dialogue. Like all
my old favourite radio shows that my parents introduced me
to. Theatre of the mind is often ruined by narrative.
TWO DAYS AFTER ESCAPE FROM MOUNT WEATHER MILITARY PRISON
ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO
"Well, I guess you're sorry you ever asked me to be a father,
let alone agree to work with me for so long."
"Where'd that come from, Mulder? Here we are, away from harm,
at least for now, your neck still intact, and you're not
jumping for joy? I told you, I'd do it all over again. And
I never once... never once regretted that you fathered William.
There was certainly no regret that we, yes Mulder, WE, created
our son the normal way. I had no regrets, you had no regrets.
I only regretted not telling you much sooner than I did how I
felt. I guess in some ways I was afraid to open myself to you,
afraid you didn't feel the same way, even afraid that a love
relationship would hinder your quest for the truth."
"I don't know that it would have hindered anything, Scully.
Maybe if I'd known how you felt much earlier, we could have
saved the world by now. As I see it, all waiting got us
was a hot motel room in the middle of "Anonymousville",
afraid to show our heads. All it got us was the grief of
William not being able to share in our lives right now. All
my quest got you was an abduction, experimentation, pain,
despair, the death of your sister and countless bumps, bruises,
contusions... not to mention the cancer. Oh, and that fruitless
road trip with Old Smokey. Awesomely normal life. Eat your
eggs."
"I'll eat my breakfast at a leisurely pace, thank you very much.
I have nowhere else to be this morning. You, you haven't
touched your breakfast."
"Guess I'm not hungry."
"You've been busy obsessing and hitting yourself over the head.
You'll need your strength for the days ahead."
"You talking dirty to me, Scully?"
"You never know, Mulder. But for now, I think you need food."
"I think we need a plan. We need resources, we need leads, we
need new identities... "
"Shut up, Mulder... "
"Why?"
"Because you're being too practical at a time when you should
be recouping your strength. And, you should be happy. Yes, happy.
Before you say another WORD, think about it! You're alive, we
have no restrictions, we still have the truth, and we still have
each other. Have a piece of toast."
"Not bad, considering it's whole wheat. Look, I don't know
what you ever saw in me."
"Well, I don't know what you ever saw in me, because I was so
emotionally in need of prune juice, absolutely solidly full
of pragmatism, of science and petrie dish proofs... "
"And I was so chauvanistic, married to my work, stubborn, spooky
and paternal. Also, controlling, patronizing, overly-protective... "
"And I loved you for that."
"When did you know, Scully?"
"That night in Bellefleur, first case. How about you?"
"That day in The Office of the FBI's Most Unwanted."
"All those years wasted, Mulder."
"But I still wouldn't have traded them for anything. Well, no.
Maybe we just should have taken the train directly to Niagara
Falls."
"Eat up, Mulder. I'm not going to let you erase your successes."
"You mean that?"
"Always, Mulder. Always."
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