Disclaimer & Info see Part 1 Part 3 + + + + + + 3: 46 AM Manhatten, 72nd Street Krycek's apartment building was beautiful. Nothing too lavish, but comfortable like a home of a upper middle class business man. A security guard sat at the registry desk and nodded towards Krycek as he passed. He lived on the 10th floor, apartment 13. It was at the end of a hallway, with some twists and turns. "So why'd you take apartment 13?" She asked when she noticed the "1013" sign on the door. He shrugged. "I don't believe in luck- good or bad." He answered while he fished for the right key in the bundle of keys around his keychain. "How long have you lived here?" "I bought this place 4 years ago. I don't use it that much. Just when I'm New York." He picked out a key and inserted it in the door. Wrong key. "Which is exactly why I can't get the right key." "Doesn't anyone get suspicious? You know, you being away? That arm?" "Well, here, I'm Major Alex Helkin." Krycek tries another key. Wrong key. "Major Alex Helkin?!" Scully laughed. "Where the hell did you come up with a name like Helkin?" "Picked it out of a phone book. Major Alex Helkin. I was fighting in the Middle East, lost my arm, shipped back here. I disappear from time to time for eh, 'national security' reasons." "And people actually believe that?" Scully asked in disbelief. "Actually, I was in the army. I did make it to Major. It's not that far from the truth." "Major Krycek?!" Scully was laughing hard now. "I can see why you said your name was Helkin." "Well..." He shrugged. Krycek tried another key. Bingo. The key easily slipped into the keyhole and turned with ease. Scully followed him inside. The interior was spacious but with little furniture. The only thing that was in the living room was a large fifty inch TV and a comfy black leather arm chair across from it. Krycek dropped his keys onto a stand next to the door and led her through the house. From the door to the right was the kitchen. The kitchen was well equipped with modern appliances, but all look like they haven't been used in ages. The kitchen had two doors. One led to the living room, the other to a hall. There were multiple doors that leads to other rooms in the hall, but all the rooms were empty except for two. One was filled with excersice equipment. The other with radios, computers, phones, any technological equipment. Both rooms led to the same bathroom which also opened to the hall, a simple bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. There was one king sized bed in the center, and a TV sitting on the counter across from it. All the closets and drawers were filled with his clothes. There was also a door that led to the master bathroom that consisted of a shower, a jacuzzi, a toilet and two sinks. "It's a pity you never use this place. It's beautiful." Scully commented as she flopped down on the bed. She looked at him and was suddenly embarrassed when she realized that she had just taken over his bed and that she had not seen any other bed in the apartment. Or a couch, or any other thing a person might sleep on. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "That's okay, you can take the bed." Krycek said quickly. "Where will you sleep?" "Don't worry about me. It's almost 4. You should get some sleep." "I have to get up in 2 hours anyway." Scully yawned as her head touched the pillow. "Go to sleep." He pulled the covers from underneath her then brought it up to her chin. "Alex?" Her eyes began to close. "Yeah?" "What am I going to do?" "If you insist you know nothing about the formula, after a while they'll leave you alone. Meanwhile, to keep any other men from kidnapping you and beating you, you can stay here." "What about my mom and Mulder?" She asked sleepily. "I wouldn't worry about it. The government will make something up about what happend at your apartment. Just tell them you're staying with a friend." "Okay..." She whispered and nodded her head. Krycek leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. Then retreated out of the bedroom, turning off the light and shutting the door. + + + + + + 1: 20 PM "Yes, mom, I'm fine." Scully paced around Krycek's living room with a cellphone to her ear. When she woke up this morning she had to take a few minutes to recall what happened last night and where she was. She had found Krycek sleeping in the excersice room on his excersice bench. She had felt guilty about making him sleeping on the hard bench, but he shrugged it off. When she wanted to call her mom, she realized that she hadn't seen any phones in the apartment either. So she used her cellphone. "Dana, why didn't you call last night? I was so worried when I heard on the radio that your apartment had been broken into." Margaret Scully sounded very upset. "Mom, it was very late and I didn't want to wake you up and disturb you." "Where are you now?" "I'm at a friend's." "Who?" "No one you know, mom." Scully heard a key turn in the lock. "Mom, I have to go now, he's back." "He? Who is it? Is it Fox? Dana?" Before Margaret Scully can say more, Scully pressed 'end' on the cellphone. The door opened and Krycek came in holding a brown bag and a duffle bag in his hand. His keychain hung around one of his plastic fingers. "Hey." Krycek dropped his keys on the stand. "Hey." "As you requested, fried rice and wonton soup." Krycek pulled the cartons out of the brown bag. Then he zipped open the duffle bag. "And your clothes." "Wow, thanks." "Did you call everyone?" "Yeah. I called the office and said I was sick. I called my mom. I'll call Mulder now." Scully replied as she punched in Mulder's cellphone number. The phone rang once. Twice. Finally, Mulder picked up after the third ring. "Hello?" + + + + + + "Mulder?" His partner's voice came over the phone line. Mulder quickly sat up in bed and was instantly awake. "Scully! I uh, heard something happen to your apartment?" "Yeah, um, somebody broke in. I wasn't there when it happened. I'm uh, staying with a friend." "Well.. well, are you alright?" "I'm fine, Mulder. I just wanted to let you know. Where were you anyway? I called the office and you weren't there." "Oh, I think I have a bit of a fever. I called in sick." Mulder heard the shower running in the bathroom stop and the shower curtain being pulled away. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah, I think I'll just take a few pills and go back to sleep. So, who you staying with?" "You don't know any of my friends, Mulder." "So? Where are you staying?" The bathroom door opened, steam rushed out, and a gorgeous blonde woman stepped out with a towel wrapped around her and another towel on her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but Mulder raised his hand and motioned her not to talk. He listened intently while Scully gave him the address. "...and you can call me on my cellphone." "Scully, how long are you going to stay there? I mean, you have the autopsy to do. The body's not going to just sit there and wait for you. Can you like, maybe come in later today?" Something odd was going over the phoneline and it sounded like her phone was being pulled away from her. "Scully? Oh, yeah, Scully, the bureau called me yesterday and came up with some information. George Smith's real name is George Stein. He was a steel worker from Philadelphia- Scully? Scully, are you listening?" "Yeah, Mulder." She sounded breathless. "I have to go now, talk to you later." Then she cut him off. Mulder stared dumbfounded at the phone until the blonde woman pulled the phone out of his hands and tossed it on the floor. "Was that my future sister in law?" "Future sister in law, Anna? What makes you so confident he'll ask you to marry him anytime soon?" "Because he did last week." "Well, congratulations on marring the wimpy bastard." Mulder scoffed. The smile faded from Anna's face. "Fox, having sex with you is one thing, letting you make fun of my fiance is another." "My god." "What?" "Could it be? Dr. Anna Mince, the First Elder's number one physician and spy is falling in love with the man she's supposed to be spying on?" "I have my orders to get close to him, he may know something about the formula. So that's what I'm doing. Getting real close to him." She replied. Mulder started laughing. "What?" "Nothing. Nothing you said. It just struck me funny. What would Scully think if she found out that her partner is screwing her brother's fiancee?" Mulder laughed. "I've met Dana before. She's nice... I feel sorry for her." "You'll feel even more sorry for her by tomorrow morning." + + + + + + 11: 09 PM The reason why Scully had to go earlier was Krycek. Standing there with his arms folded, he waited impatiently for her to get off the phone. At last he couldn't wait. He pulled the phone away from her and kissed her passionately. That was why she hung up in a hurry. Now he lay next to her on the bed in the dark. They haven't actually done anything. When night came, she insisted that he shouldn't sleep on the bench. She let him sleep on the bed. He was a perfect gentleman, lying very still next to her and hasn't made so much as a touch to her hand. But she couldn't sleep. She had already slept too much today and besides, it was hard to fall asleep with him by her side. Finally, she got bored staring at the ceiling. So she rolled over, hugged Krycek around the waist and laid her head on his chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and they lay there in silence. "Alex?" "Yeah?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Yeah?" "What happened in Russia?" "Hmm?" "You said you were kicked out of your house. What happened?" She asked. She heard him sigh deeply. "It's a long story..." "Tell me. I can't sleep anyway." She insisted. He was silent for a long time until he finally spoke: "I wasn't really kicked out... I ran. My father was a good man and a good father. But he died young. It was an automobile accident. He didn't have a will when he died and my mother knew nothing of money and the law. So... so she went to the bastard." Krycek's voice turned angry at the last sentence. "The bastard?" "He was my father's brother. He 'took care' of us after he died." "I hear sarcasm in your voice." "My father didn't die immediately. He spent 2 days at home clinging to dear life before he died. In those 2 days, he told his brother, a widower with a son a year older than me, to look after us. He didn't know that my uncle was an evil man. During the last couple of hours when my father was dying and my uncle saw that he was not going to make it, he moved in on my mother. He raped her right next door while my father was swallowing his last breath. Yeah. My uncle. Raping his dying brother's wife. I was 4 years old at the time. I saw the whole thing." "You saw the rape?" "Me and my sister- she was 7- was sleeping in my mother's room and he came in. He dragged me and my sister out of bed. I tried to stop him. I couldn't. My uncle pushed me into the wall and I hit my head. I was half conscious. I remember my sister holding me, my mother crying and pleading for him to stop and my uncle cursing angrily, hitting my mother." Krycek was shaking with anger now. Scully could feel his whole body was tense. She reached up and kissed him on the mouth to calm him. "Shh... you don't have to finish it if you don't want to." "No. I want to." The kiss seemed to work. He wasn't as tense. "For the next 2 years, he continued to rape my mother and beat the shit out of me every day. When I was 6, my mother got pregnate. My uncle couldn't admit that he had raped his brother's wife. So he said that she had been sneaking around with a servant and made the servant killed himself. After my mother gave birth to my half brother, my uncle forced her to commit suicide too and drowned my half brother." "My god..." Scully muttered. "Oh, that's not all. I was considered the lowest lifeform in the house. I had one meal everynight- a rock hard piece of bread that the bakery threw out after lying in the shop window for 3 days. I had the job of scooping up the dog and horse shit. I had the job of cleaning, cooking, washing. If anything I did was slightly unsatisfactory, my dinner that night was being whipped by a belt." "What about your sister? Did she have to do any of that stuff?" Scully asked. "No. She did worst. Molested everynight for 9 years since my mother died. And when my cousin was old enough, she became his toy for exploring his sexual curiousities. I became his punching bag." "Alex..." She laid her hand on his cheek. She felt moisture around his eyes and knew that he had cried. "When I was 15, I snapped. I just snapped. I... I put my cousin in a hospital. He was 16. He and a couple of his friends were sexually harrassing my sister- she was uh... 18- and I knew that it'd turn into to rape, just like it had everyday. I was... wobbling out of the barn, trying to withstand the pain and trying not to black out. It was the result of me leaving a small mud spot on the rear of my cousin's favorite horse. I saw what they were doing and I completely snapped. I picked up a board, sneaked up behind him and his 3 friends then whacked him on the head. He immediately dropped to the floor. His head bleeding. All his rich cowardly friends cried and ran. I ran too. I ran with my sister. I didn't know where to go. So I went to my girlfriend's." His voice turned bitter. "Did she betray you?" "Yeah. I was hoping she'd offer some comfort. Instead, she called the police on me. They took me and my sister back. My uncle gave the police some money and paid them off. Then he died me up on a post in the barn and let my cousin and his friends beat me. They took iron bars and tried to crush my skull. They took red hot pokers and burned me. My sister was gang raped by them. I thought I was going to die. At night, my sister came and freed me. I didn't get very far. I was beaten so badly I couldn't take more than a few steps. I finally fell in the streets outside the house, a few blocks away. When I woke up, I was on a plane to America." "What happened?" "Mr. Mulder came along and found my cousin and his friends trying to drag me back to the house. Seeing how bad I was beaten, Mr. Mulder stopped them. He gave them all a slap in the face then took me away. He gave the best treatment. He immediately sent me to America to let me receive treatment. I probably would've died if he didn't do that." "What happened to your sister?" "She died. My uncle and cousin killed her when they found out that she'd let me go. She didn't even receive a proper burial. They chopped her up and fed her to the dogs. When I heard I wanted to kill them, but I was bound to my hospital bed. It took 2 full years for my injuries to heal. Especially my head. 2 years later I went back to Russia and I killed them. My uncle. My Cousin. My cousin's friends..." "What happened after?" "After? Nothing. I wasn't arrested, Mr. Mulder got me out of that. But if I was, there'd be no question that I would be executed." "Why? Can't you say it's self defense? Or plead insanity?" "You think I'm insane?" "No, I'm just saying." "Well... because nobody would ever believe me." Krycek laughed bitterly. "Nobody believed me when I told them he raped my mother. Nobody believed me when I said my mother didn't have an affair with that servant. Nobody believed that I was beaten everyday for the most ridiculous reasons. Nobody would believe that I had to kill them to avenge my sister's death or I'd never be able to close my eyes at night again. Still today, nobody ever believes me." There was an awkward silence between the two. "Is that why you were trying to kill that guy? The Big Man who was beating me?" Scully finally asked. She felt his head nod. "Yeah... I hate men who overpower women. I hate feeling powerless. It's like I can't control myself. When I see something like that happening... I go out of control." Scully placed her hand up his shirt and ran her hand across his chest. She felt scars, long ones. She raised her face and kissed him on the lips. As she slowly began to move her body over his, he pulled away. "Don't." He swallowed. "I know you don't mean any of it." "What?" "I know you don't believe me or trust me. So don't." "What makes you think I don't believe you or trust you?" "I know. I just know. You're not here because you believed my story, because you trust me or because you like being with me. You're here to spy on me. You want to make sure I have no harmful intentions toward your partner because I've been hanging around." Krycek said sourly. "I let you kiss me. I believe I'm the one with my arms around your waist. I'm the one who trusts you enough to let you sleep next to me." Scully's voice was on the rise too. "You didn't mean any of that." Krycek got out of the bed. "You couldn't possibly have." "Well, why not?" "Why not? Dana, just look at me! Look at this place. This... this place is a safehouse. Look at the furniture. At the bag by the doorway that I can just grab and run with me in case some guy finds out where I live and comes here to kill me. My job sucks! I run all over the country for nothing, now that the Resistance has rejected me. I hide day and night, working in the dark, hoping the Colonization don't find me. On top of that, I'm one armed!!" "Excuses, excuses! You don't trust me!" "Of course I don't trust you, you don't trust me!" "Well, if that's how you feel-" "No, you know what? Don't bother finishing that." Krycek stomped out of the room angrily. + + + + + + 11: 32 PM Mulder turned off the engine and sat in his car looking at the cabin. It had not been easy to find the cabin, it was so far away from populated areas. But the cabin was perfect. You kill someone, and nobody would ever hear the screams. Mulder thanked Bill Scully Jr. in his heart for picking such a remote area. The cabin was one floored and very simple. Mulder could see into the kitchen from his car. Bill and his wife Tara was sitting in there drinking something, probably coffee. Mulder finished the last sip of the whiskey in his bottle. --Time to go to work-- Mulder sighed. But at the same time he was excited and thrilled. First he opened the glove compartment and took out a pair of black gloves. Then he got out the car and popped the trunk. From the trunk, he removed an unregistered sig sauer with silencer and its serial numbers filed off. He tucked the sig sauer between his belt and his waist. Then he took out a small knife and strapped it to his ankle. Then he pulled down the leg of his pants to cover the knife. He took a deep breath and ran towards the cabin. It was a short run and an easy feat for him. He ran through mud, knee high weeds, and little puddles. Mud, grass and water splashed on to his shoes and pants. When he reached the cabin door, he slipped the black gloves over his hands. Then he pounded on the door frantically. He heard a dog bark. --Great, they got a dog. Well, this ought to be fun-- then he heard heavy footsteps coming to the door. Slowly, the door creaked open and light poured from the room. "What the hell do you want?!" Bill threw the door open when he saw Mulder standing in the doorway. "Bill, let me in and give me time to explain." Mulder pleaded. "Please, it's about Dana." Bill hesistated but then reluctantly stood aside, letting Mulder in. Inside, a Great Dane came to Mulder wagging its tail after it saw that its master had let Mulder in. "What happened to Dana?" Bill asked with his arms folded. "Bill? Who is it?" Tara came into the living room and saw Mulder. "You are...?" "I'm Fox Mulder. Dana Scully's partner?" Mulder shook Tara's hand without removing his glove. "Oh, hi! I knew that I recognized you from somewhere!" Tara greeted him warmly. A baby cry was suddenly heard. "Now look. You've woke my son." Bill said crossly. "Now, Bill... I'll just go get Matthew." Tara said cheerfully. "No, no. I'll get him." Bill volunteered and went down the hall. --Perfect timing-- Mulder smiled. "So... Mr. Mulder. Anything interesting going on?" Tara asked, trying to make conversation. "Yeah... as a matter of fact, I'm going to kill someone right now." Mulder said with a smile. Tara laughed, obviously thinking that he was joking. She stopped laughing when a black glove with an iron grip clasped over her mouth and a gun was pointed at her head. Mulder cocked the gun. "Mmm!!" Tara struggled. It was no use, Mulder was a lot stronger. He pulled the trigger and turned his face sideways. Blood and brains splattered to the side of his face. Mulder released Tara and let her body drop to the floor. Then he raised his arm and wiped off his face with his sleeve. The Great Dane was barking angrily out of control now. Mulder looked to the dog with disgust. He swung his arm up and shot the dog four times. Two times in his paw, once in the back, the last in his throat. The dog laid on the ground quivering for a few moments before it stiffened and died. "What's going on?" Bill's voice can be heard from a distance and his footsteps was getting closer. Mulder aimed the gun at the hall and waited for Bill to appear. Bill stepped into view and gasped at the sight. "Oh my god!" Mulder fired. Bill ducked. The bullet missed Bill and hit the wall. "Oh, Bill~" Mulder taunted as he ran down the hall after him. He reached the back of the house just in time to see the back door swing close. Mulder laughed. How likely of the coward Bill to run. He chased after Bill. The back of the house was more woods. But Bill was no where to be found. Perhaps he was smarter than Mulder thought him to be. Mulder walked around the back of the house, searching behind every tree, calling out Bill's name tauntingly. He heard a little ruffling sound and spun around. There was something crawling in the grass. Mulder raised his gun and shot the thing twice. The thing stopped moving. Mulder cautiously walked over to the thing lying on the ground that he had just shot. He squinted his eyes to see what it was. He didn't see the dark figure jump out at him. He only heard the voice: "You god damn motherfuckin' son of a bitch!!" Then he felt the impact. It felt like a train had hit him as he fell to the ground, his gun knocked away from him. Bill sat on top of him, his fists beating down on him angrily. Mulder lifted his knee and knocked Bill on to his hands. Then he crawled out from underneath him and ran after his gun. Bill grabbed his ankle and made him fall to the ground. Both men jumped up at the same time and began circling each other with their fists up to their face. Mulder had the advantage of being cool and collected. Bill made a wild, angry swing towards Mulder's face. Mulder avoided it easily. "Tsk, tsk, Billy! You fight like a girl!" Mulder teased. He landed a punch square in Bill's nose. Then he kicked him in the head. Bending down and grabbing the knife, he brought the knife up and plunged it into Bill's back. Bill opened his mouth to scream but Mulder shoved his gloved fist down his throat. Bill's mouth and teeth clamped down on the fist, but it didn't seem to hurt Mulder through the thick glove. Mulder took out the knife. Then he drove it into Bill's back again. Then he took it out again. He pushed Bill against a tree, his fist still in his mouth and stabbed Bill in the chest where the heart is. He twisted the knife. He grabbed Bill by the back of his hair then slammed his head into a tree and watch the blood and brains splatter. He removed his fist from Bill's mouth when he was sure that Bill had died. He watched Bill sink to the ground then kicked the body a few times to make sure he's dead. Mulder wiped his saliva covered glove on the bark of the tree and then on his shirt. He went back to the thing that he had shot earlier. It was too dark to tell what it was. He crouched down and leaned down for a closer look. Then he finally realized what he had shot. When he saw what it was, Mulder abruptly snapped his head back and jumped up. It was a baby. Baby Matthew. Mulder shook his head. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know it was you." Mulder said to the dead baby. Of course, the baby would not reply. "I wasn't the asshole who put you in the grass." Mulder pointed to Bill's body. "He did. And look, he's dead." "You shouldn't have moved anyway, you should've stayed where you were." "This is my job, I had to do it. It's the only way I can get Scully back." "You understand, don't you?" At last Mulder finished giving his explanations to the dead baby. Then he briskly walked back to the house. + + + + + + June 28th, Thursday 6: 14 AM Mulder's Apartment He threw up violently in his toilet. The minute he got home he took off all his clothes and burned them. It was evidence. Then he fell asleep on his couch. He woke up in the morning feeling incredibly sick. Was it the alcohol and the hangover? The killing? Both? It didn't really matter and he didn't really care. He just wanted the pounding headache to stop and his stomach to settle down. He looked up into the mirror and stared at himself. Then he turned out the faucet and washed his face with his hands and rinsed his mouth out. He opened his medicine cabinet and took out a few pills and swallowed them. He turned on the faucuet, put his mouth under it and drank to water to wash the pills down. He wasn't as nauseous anymore. The image of dead baby lying in the grass. He looked up at the mirror and smiled at himself. Today's going to be an important day. Today is the day that he wins Scully back. + + + + + + 8: 25 AM FBI Headquarters "Morning." Mulder greeted his partner like he had every other day as he entered the office. "Morning." Scully replied. "I didn't see your car in the garage. I thought you stayed home- I mean, with your friend for the day... you know, with the robbery?" "Oh, the robbery is no big deal." "Then why are you staying with a friend?" "Just to feel safer. Besides, my door was kicked down. It'll take some time to repair the window and the door." "Oh. And your car?" "I was too lazy to go get it. I borrowed my friend's. It's the Black Saab?" "Oh. Okay. Uh... do the autopsy yet?" "Uh, no. I'm going down there this afternoon." "Good." Mulder nodded as he sat down at his desk. "Good." The phone rang and Mulder jumped in his seat. He stared at the phone and listened to it ring. "Mulder? Mulder?" "Huh? What?" Mulder woke up from his day dream. "Are you going to answer that?" Scully asked, amused at her partern's odd behavior. "Answer? Oh, answer! Yes, yes, that's right. I... will answer... the phone. Just.. gonna answer the phone." Mulder nervously picked up the phone and held it to his ear. "Hello?" "Agent Mulder?" "Oh, hello, sir- it's Skinner- uh, may I help you?" "Agent Mulder, I'd like to see you and Agent Scully in my office please." Then the line went dead. Mulder slowly set the phone down. "Um... Skinner... Skinner wants to see us." + + + + + + Mulder sat in Skinner's office nervously, constantly fixing his tie. He snuck a glance to Scully sitting beside him. "Mulder, what'd you do?" Scully whispered to him. "And where's Skinner?" "I... I didn't... didn't... d.. didn't..." Mulder stuttered. "Didn't do anything?" "Y... y... yeah... yeah." "Mulder..." Scully sighed. The door opened and Skinner walked in slowly with a file, an odd expression on his face. "Agent Scully." Skinner said as he sat down in his chair. "Mulder." "Sir." Scully said quietly. Mulder just nodded. "Agent Scully... I uh... I don't know how to break this to you." Skinner hesistated. "Sir?" "Um... I think... perhaps... it's best that... you take a look at this." Skinner handed her the file in his hand. Scully took the file from his hand and opened the folder. She screamed when she saw the first picture and froze in horror. Mulder stretched his neck to see the picture. It was a picture of Tara lying on the floor with her brains blown out. "Ohmygod... Scully... Scully, isn't that..." Mulder cleared his throat. "Isn't that your sister in law?" "Agent Scully, the Vermont state police received an anonymous tip yesterday night that there had been a murder committed at your brother's cabin, when sent to investigate...." but Scully couldn't hear what Skinner was saying. She flipped through the pictures. Pictures of Tara dead on the floor. Then she saw Bill's picture, with a knife on his back. She gasped, but continued to flip through the pictures like a zombie. Then she saw Matthew. His dead lifeless little body. She felt the world whirling around her, her head light and dizzy, and she blacked out. + + + + + + 10: 43 AM Mulder's office Mulder gently held Scully while offering her more coffee. She shook her head. Mulder couldn't help but smile. So far, the plan was working. "Dana, I'm really sorry." He paused for effect. "Talk to me. Talk to me about anything. Tell me everything that's on your mind right now." "Mulder, these last couple of days has been odd." Scully sniffed. Mulder's heart started beating faster. --Here it comes. The information I've been wanting--. "Tell me." "Oh, I want to tell you everything. Everything that's happened to me these last couple of days..." She said in a choking voice. Mulder mentally prepared himself for the formula. "...but I can't." "What?!" It came as a big surprise to him. He was expecting her to spill everything. "I can't, Mulder, I'm sorry." She stood up. "God, I wish I could. I can't." "Well.. well... well... why the hell not?!" "I just can't. I'm so sorry." Scully muttered. She picked up her coat. "I can't. I'm going home." "Home?! I thought you were staying with a friend?!" "I am... I am.. I'm going to the friend's house, okay?!" She practically ran out of the room. Mulder dropped his mouth and took a long time to recollect himself. "FUCK!!!" He shouted as he pounded down on the desk hard with his hand. "OW!!" Then he rubbed the palm of his hand to make the numbness go away. + + + + + + ***END OF PART 3***