From: "Ann Jones" <mondi_@hotmail.com>
Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 01:02:05 GMT
Subject: msr
Source: direct

TITLE: Hidden Sides
CLASSIFIED: MSR
SPOILERS: Never Again
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine.
SUMMARY: Its not that long so you might as well just read it! Oh all right, 
Scully pays her ex a visit.
RATING: PG-13. Teeny bit of bad language and I think that's it.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere just please ask me first.
E-mail: Mondi_@hotmail.com

Part 1 / 2

The hospital brought back unwanted memories to Scully although she knew it 
wasn't like the ones she had been treated in. Still though the undeniable 
smell and atmosphere associated with all hospitals, psychiatric or medical, 
unnerved her somewhat adding to the fact she was questioning her reasoning 
for going there in the first place.
He'd written to her a week ago, a note short and to the point.
'Dana,
Can you visit me please? I need to talk to you.
Thank you,
Ed.'

Why was she here? He had tried to kill her just over 3 years ago! Why didn't 
she hold him in a similar place in her mind to every other killer she'd 
encountered? Sure, they had quite a different relationship than she'd had 
with any other killer she'd known before to put it very mildly, but he was 
still a killer. He had it in him, no matter what his reasons or pleas 
remain, to commit such a crime. But Scully had never forgotten about him. 
She'd checked up on his progress more than once in the last three years and 
had analysed those two days and the case notes that followed endlessly in 
her mind searching herself to hopefully discover how she felt about it all. 
Did she hate him? No. Did she feel sorry for him? Yet to be decided. And the 
question that would answer both of those in one go, was he consciously a 
killer or truly ill? And the jury is out.
In the end Scully needed to know the answers and this was the only way to 
get them, to get closure on this part of her life. Apart from its own 
significance, the timing of this event tied in with her cancer and she knew 
it had come about as a result of her finding out about of her own illness, 
which meant it kept those even less welcome memories with her. She also 
didn't feel he could further harm her mentally and definitely not physically 
despite the low security ward he was in.
" Hi. I'm here to see a patient, Ed Jerse. I'm Dana Scully, he requested my 
visit."
" That's fine Miss Scully, room 106."
" I'm meeting him in his room?" Low security was one thing but she had at 
least expected some distance to be maintained between the patients and 
outsiders considering this wing of the hospital catered specifically for 
criminals unable for jail or who's punishment had been decided they would 
spend they're time here.
" Mr. Jerse is, and has been for the last 15 months, held in the lowest 
security area of this ward. Their doctors here have deemed him and the 
others in his area not dangerous to themselves or others. There are security 
guards patrolling the halls and rooms continuously and I assure you Miss 
that you will be entirely safe. If you would prefer though it can be 
arranged that you meet him in the common room with the other patients?"
" No, that won't be necessary. Thank you." Fear aside Scully knew she could 
defend herself more than adequately, she had her gun near by this time, and 
she also felt that being in a room alone with one convicted criminal and a 
guard outside was probably safer than sitting in a room with countless 
convicted criminals and a guard inside.
103, 104, 105...106. Gun? Check! Loaded? She'd have to trust her memory from 
the last time she'd checked it, (all of 20 minutes ago,) since the guard 
marching along the corridor may not appreciate a gun-wielding visitor there 
unannounced. Those at the entrance were aware of her credentials on arrival 
so she was covered there in case of any misunderstandings. She had been 
grateful that they hadn't confiscated it as she went in even with her F.B.I 
status and Id, grateful she would indeed have a weapon should he not live up 
to his reformed and remorseful image she'd read about him since his letter 
to her.
She gave a slow two knocks before entering the room. It was a small, 
probably 8 by 10-foot room consisting only of a bed in the right corner, a 
table in the middle and an old chair occupying the left corner. He sat there 
on the edge of the bed against the far wall, head bowed as she closed the 
door quietly behind her. On the outside Scully looked fine but inwardly she 
was a nervous wreck. She walked the short distance to the chair and pulled 
it out a little to one side of the table before sitting down amidst the 
silence.
" Thank you for coming here. It means a lot Dana." His head remained bowed 
and his voice was deep and hoarse almost. Silence.
Okay now, is it Scully today or Dana? Is she a person, a woman like she was 
when she met him, or an agent visiting a criminal? Agent first.
" Mr Jerse, why am I here?"
He gave a barely heard laugh at the mention of 'Mr Jerse' from her but 
quickly returned to the quite demeanour he held on her entry.
" Why are you here? Well I need to apologise for what I did to you Dana, for 
what I put you through. " his voice remained low and controlled, almost 
rehearsed. "I still don't exactly know what was happened to me back then, 
the doctors are trying to convince me I do and that I'm just in denial but I 
swear to you Dana," he looked up at her for the first time and met her eyes, 
his frighteningly intense, his voice wavering," I swear I don't know why I 
did those things. It wasn't me."
He immediately bowed his head again as if in shame, like he had no right to 
look at her and Scully remained silent. What next? She looked over at him 
and took in his weakened appearance. He seemed so much smaller now, broken. 
His fingers fidgeted at the hem of his jumper pulling at a loose string 
while his foot tapped nervously on the concrete floor. He wore normal 
clothes, dark blue jeans, runners and a worn black jumper. The silence made 
the air thick and Scully finally spoke up.
" Ed I'm not really sure why I came here today. I should have cast the 
memories of you from my mind and never given you another thought but...but I 
didn't do that." Her voice dropped and she looked down at her hands. " I 
want to believe that you weren't in control Ed, that in some way you weren't 
yourself but it's hard for me.
" I know my interest into your well being over the last three years resulted 
from the time we spent together and the nature of our relationship. In some 
ways I accept it but I have been finding it hard to let the episode go for 
obvious reasons, and for reasons you have no control over or knowledge of."
" I think that's the main reason I asked for you to come Dana. I don't want 
to be a bad memory for you. None of this was ever your fault and you didn't 
deserve to be caught up in it. Talk about being in the wrong place at the 
wrong time." A faint smile passed over his lips and Scully noticed him begin 
to relax.
" Ed I've come to realise in recent times that all things happen for a 
reason. Maybe we will never know why I was led to that tattoo parlour while 
you were there or why you went there in the first place, but it happened.
" I had my own reasons for meeting you that night, reason's you couldn't 
have known or changed but they led me there and that fact can't be changed. 
To some degree I need to tell you why I came to you, why I needed you then 
because I know had I not mentally been in the place I was, we would never 
have met." She faltered. She couldn't, she couldn't explain it to him today 
and maybe not ever. She hadn't truly talked about her emotions of that time, 
a time she knew of her cancer, a distant time from Mulder where she resented 
him for her fleeting life. She needed to explain those feelings to Mulder 
first, he deserved that, when she would be ready. Scully knew he was waiting 
for it, would wait for it for as long as it took for her to one day tell him 
what happened with her and Ed.
Ed reached an uneasy hand towards her before pulling back.
" You don't have to explain and you don't have to account for any blame." He 
looked her in the eyes intensely hoping he could stress his words 
sufficiently. " You have no claim on this. It's all mine to deal with and I 
will not have you continue to suffer or remember what happened as being in 
any way your fault. Please Dana?"
He had more emotion in his voice than she'd ever heard from him or expected. 
He waited for her answer, anguish marking his face.
" All right Ed. " Whether she believed what she was telling him or not, at 
that moment it didn't matter. She said it for his sake, he looked so pained. 
But he couldn't wish away her guilt from that night.
There was something in the words he spoke and the feeling behind them that 
made her uneasy. He seemed too familiar with her.
" Mulder." The name fell from her lips and she looked back at the table.
" How are you feeling Dana?" He didn't acknowledge the mention of the name 
Mulder.
Scully went to her automatic 'fine' but as she looked up she stopped 
herself. He wasn't talking generally. Worry passed over his features.
" I'm good Ed. It's gone. I survived."
A smile broke across his lips unabated.


"That's good Dana, real good. I hadn't heard if...what was, ...I only knew you 
were sick. That's good, good, I'm happy for you. When did it go away?"
" A little over two years ago."
" Good, good. There weren't any side effects were there, I mean you are 
fully better right?"
" Emotional scars aside I'm fine. Physically it's as if it never happened. " 
She smiled at him giving reassurance. They were beginning to get more 
comfortable now, he had relaxed his composure and was meeting her eyes more 
easily. The apprehension had faded for both of them.
" How are you doing Ed? She looked automatically to his arm and cursed 
herself for doing so. He just laughed though.
" It's okay Dana." He lifted the sleeve of his jumper up and revealed the 
scaring left from the burns but also the lack of a tattoo. Scully's eyes 
questioned him.
" Beats me Dana. I didn't dare look at it for weeks after the bandages were 
taken off because, even though the docs in my first place were pumping me 
full of meds I still didn't feel right and I thought it was still because 
of...it. One day I was becoming overly agitated at not knowing and the 
counsellors had tried unsuccessfully to convince me the way I was feeling 
was because of the meds, so I just looked at it. I pulled of the top I was 
wearing and stared at my arm and, and it was gone. Nothing more than scars 
Dana. Just gone. After that things got better, meds went down and my mind 
slowly became my own again. These days it's not so bad. I feel, well I feel 
normal."
" It's good that you're getting better." Her voice wavered ever so slightly.
" Don't be afraid of me. That back than, that wasn't me. I know it wasn't. I 
couldn't do those things Dana. I don't expect you to straight out believe me 
but please don't fear me." He looked under the table and spotted her gun at 
her hip. " I did expect that though." He smiled briefly to let her know he 
was joking.
" I don't fear you Ed. I don't. The whole thing's just unfortunate, to put 
it lightly. I'm still not sure how to act."
" Don't act. I might not know it all but I think I saw a part of you that 
night that you keep hidden from others. We were strangers but we didn't hold 
back. You needed to talk to someone because you couldn't talk to someone 
else." His eyes lowered back to his hands in his lap. " Someone else 
would've listened you know."
She didn't answer straight away.
" You don't under..."
" Maybe not all of it but I understand pain and loneliness Dana and at the 
time I didn't recognise it in you. I couldn't have. "
She took a shuddery breath and contemplated leaving. This was definitely the 
last thing she expected here.
" When?" She looked up at him and held his gaze.
" A couple of weeks after I started getting better, thankfully. And then 
again a few months later."
" Why? " One visit would not have overly shocked her, an opportunity to get 
a look at Ed, but the second visit?
" The first time was to scope me out I guess. I was pretty much still a mess 
then, just barely on the road to recovery so he I thought he'd get angry 
when I heard who he was. You hear about partner's in law enforcement being 
close so I was surprised when he just sat there.
We were in a type of holding cell together and he just stared me out. Looked 
me up and down, sometimes getting up and walking around me in my chair 
before sitting down again. It was pretty unnerving Dana because I didn't 
know him. Some of the guards hadn't been too nice on other instances so I 
was just waiting for him to hit me or something. In a way I wanted him to, 
at the time I thought it would relieve some of the pain to be punished. But 
he just watched me silently for about half an hour before leaving. Never 
said a word to me. I nearly fell into a heap when the cell closed after him, 
I hadn't a clue what had just happened or what he was doing. Not until the 
next time." She gave him a scared, worried look. " It's okay Dana," he half 
laughed, " he didn't do anything bad."
Scully sat back in her chair emotions running high. She never knew about his 
visits and couldn't think about a reaction to them.
" He came into the room I had been moved to and started pacing. I'd been 
getting better but I'd say he nearly set me back a while. The look on his 
face scared the fucking shit out of me. Sorry." He looked up at her 
sheepishly.
" Go on, Ed."



" After wearing a path in the concrete he stopped and turned to me looking 
me square in the face bridging the gap between us. I thought for sure he was 
going to punch me but he just gritted his teeth and told me, in the most 
pained voice I've ever heard and then I understood. I understood his reasons 
for the last visit.
He told me you had cancer, then pulled back and began to roar at me with all 
the strength the guy had. But I didn't think it was me he was shouting at, I 
was just an easy target who wouldn't offer objections. He shouted out about 
hospitals and doctors, the name Scanlon was the focus of most attacks and he 
just kept shouting. We both knew no one would come in to stop it but after a 
while I just took it all in. I sat back slightly and began piecing it 
together. At that stage, although he would still look at me from time to 
time, I don't think he would have noticed if I left Dana. He kept it up for 
about 20 minutes of solid shouting, raging, pacing and even punching the 
wall. Then he just stopped and stared at the point on the wall where he 
faced. They guys shoulders slumped and he fell to his knees, facing away 
from me and leaned his head against he hard cold wall and kinda zoned out 
for a bit. I just sat there motionless taking it all in, trying to finish 
the puzzle you had started to give me the pieces of so many months before. " 
She urged him to go on with a slight nod of her head. She was in shock, eyes 
bright with tears.
" I was his outlet for your cancer, your suffering. You were going though a 
bad patch at the time from as much as I could gather. He talked about how 
pale you were and all the tubes they had you hooked up to and how he was out 
there searching for answers but it was killing him because you were getting 
worse and he didn't know what to do. He was in real pain Dana and I began to 
realise that maybe I wasn't just an easy option to lash out at.
You knew didn't you, when you came to me?"
" Yes." The word struggled out from her lips as the tears forced to break 
free from her eyes and down her cheeks.
" You didn't tell him. You couldn't. That's what your reasons were, your 
reasons for me."
" Uh hum." She didn't dare speak again, this was all getting too much.
" It should've been him Dana. Why wasn't it?"
Scully shrugged her shoulders and looked up as the tears fell from her eyes 
and she tried to hold back the pained look across her face unsuccessfully.
" The close partner thing I'd heard about was nothing compared to what he 
showed me He would've known, he would have recognised it like I couldn't. " 
She stopped him.
" That's why Ed. He would have known."
" Oh. You didn't want him to?"
" No, that's not it." She began to wipe the tears from her face and sit back 
up straight in her seat.
" We're, we have, we're different. It was hard for me to find out and in a 
way I wanted him to guess. In some stupid way I felt annoyed at him for not 
seeing it. I directed my anger towards him and pushed him away but, now, now 
I know that's wasn't what I wanted and that wasn't what he deserved.
Even so, and I don't know how you're going to take this, but I don't regret 
my actions with you. Like you said you saw a part of me most don't, nobody 
does and I needed to let that part of me loose. But that's not about Mulder. 
Not entirely."
" Were you getting back at him?"
" NO! I, I...I don't know, at the time I didn't feel enough for him to want a 
type of revenge or such things. At the time I was a void. I don't know how 
much of me you really met."
" That's mutual."
They laughed somewhat exhausted from the conversation and relaxed again.
"Does he know now? After you got better did you talk, did anything change?"
" We have what we want." He gave her a smile but took it back when her face 
seemed sad. She didn't have what she wanted.
" I got the feeling from him that when you're sad so is he. He didn't have 
what he wanted then Dana. He didn't have what he needed and more to the 
point he was losing what he needed."
Her eyes welled up again.
" We're not that easy..."
" Why not Dana, why does it have to be hard for you. Take what he must be 
offering. That guy can't be able to hide those emotions completely. I don't 
want to presume to know everything about the two of you but I saw a side of 
you that's kept from him and a side of him he keeps from you. If I'm wrong 
then I'm sorry, but those two hidden sides say a lot when put together 
Dana."
He let her think for a bit then reached forwards and took her small hands in 
his, gratefully surprised she didn't pull back.
" I think our times up Dana. You got someplace to go to?" He smiled 
comfortably at her. She smiled back at him, thanking him with her eyes.
" I have to go back to work."
" Sound awful happy to be going back to work Dana," he teased.
" Thank you Ed." This time she spoke the words. He kissed he closed hands 
and then released them sitting back.
" I still owe you and I'm still sorry."
Scully stood to leave and composed herself before walking towards the door. 
Halfway through she turned and looked him in the eye.
" I believe you Ed." She graced him with one last smile before disappearing 
from view.


Part 2/2
Disclaimer etc. in part 1.
Walking down the street Scully riffled through the discoveries she'd just 
made.  The first visit, what Ed said made sense, he was there to scope him 
out, size him up, see what Ed had that made her go to him and not Mulder. 
The description of Mulder simply staring at Ed without a word scared even 
her the intensity of it. She longed to know exactly what had been going 
through his mind as he stood there in the cell with him, as he supposedly 
profiled him. Another issue kept nagging at her though, one she didn't wish 
to address.
<You knew you hurt him Dana but did you know how much?>
The second visit, that was more upsetting. She could see in Ed the vehemence 
Mulder had exhibited that day through his dark eyes. They were flashing back 
to the day, replaying the array of Mulder's emotions for her. Like she 
couldn't go to him for comfort, he couldn't go to her. What a twisted world 
they lived in. She hailed a taxi and instructed the driver back to the J. 
Edgar Hoover building.
He mind wandered again once sitting in the back seat of the old car. He been 
beating himself up over Scanlon, she had known that to some extent from the 
guys, they had told her some time after her recovery how angry he'd been 
about that discovery but she hadn't imagined the physical manifestation of 
that anger to be strong enough to break free. Her chest tightened as her own 
emotions threatened to break free once more but Scully reasserted herself 
and kept the tears at bay, successful for the first time that day.
The taxi pulled up as directed and Scully paid the man then stepped out and 
walked through the buildings main door before taking the elevator down to 
their office. Mulder was loading some slides into the projector as she 
walked through the door.
" Oh, hey Scully. You meet your friend? Nice lunch?" He scanned her empty 
hands for food of his own, " better not have been if you're leaving me 
without," he sulked. She smiled faintly at him and he smiled back before 
returning to setting up the slide show.
" So," he cast over his shoulder, "old friend?"
" In a way. Mulder we need to talk." He spun on his feet.
" Ooooh, the dreaded words." He mocked and leaned up against her desk 
waiting for her to begin. She motioned towards his seat and the amusement on 
his face faded as he warily walked over. She took a seat opposite him across 
his desk.
" I went to see meet someone Mulder but I wouldn't imagine you'd class them 
as an old friend."
He looked confused. He hadn't even put much thought into who she'd been 
meeting up with assuming it was an old girlfriend she was catching up with. 
Scully, for all the world looked relaxed and totally at ease despite him.
" I went to visit Ed Jerse. He sent me a note last week asking for me." She 
waited and searched his face for a reaction. He sat back in his chair and 
started nervously twisting a pen about his fingers.
" I didn't think you'd have a need to see him again." There was a slight 
hint of pain in his voice but the nerves were still winning out.
" I guessed as much."
Mulder tried to speak a few times but words escaped him. He wondered how 
much she knew about his visits. He barely remembered them it was so long ago 
but he knew enough to raise his nerves up another notch. Scully looked down 
at her hands.
" I'm sorry it was him and not you."
That was unexpected, definitely unexpected. A good telling off for seeing Ed 
after the case was well closed was what he expected, not that. And she 
wasn't finished.
" At the time it couldn't have been you for reasons I'm not sure I could 
verbalise. It was just how I was then. I think you  picked up on my 
resentment from that time?"
"Uh a little." His words of lately, ' you always keep me guessing' were in 
full effect right now.
" I'm sorry because now I know it was you I needed to tell but I denied 
myself any familiar comfort. I needed to feel pain."
<Needed to tell? Needed to feel pain? What was she...>
" You knew then. That's what it was all about?" He sounded incredulous. "Oh 
Scully." He leaned forward and took her hand. " Why didn't you...How?"
" Leonard Betts. When he confronted me, after I told you to come over to the 
hospital for back up he said he was sorry. He told me I had something he 
needed."
Mulder couldn't imagine her finding out that way, alone. God why didn't she 
tell him?
Alone.
She caught his eyes and recognised easily his train of thought from years of 
practice.
" That's what I'm trying to explain Mulder, I don't know why it was easier 
to go to a stranger than to you. I don't know why I wanted you to suffer, 
why I wanted to stay angry with you, why I was even angry with you. I just 
was and that's why I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't know what I truly wanted.
I'm sorry that it was him and not you."
" Me too Scully. Me too." She squeezed his hand tight in her own drawing 
strength before sitting back in her chair and giving an unfamiliar laugh.
" Don't think you're off the hook here Mulder. It cuts both ways." She 
noticed she'd managed to keep the tears away but didn't take it as an 
achievement this time. He picked up to her pace with the sudden  change of 
direction. He questioned her silently.
" I think Ed's words were something along the lines of, ' I was on the road 
to recovery but that guy nearly set me back a while. The look he wore scared 
the bleeping shit out of me,' although I think you can guess he didn't say 
'bleeping' Mulder."
She watched as Mulder visibly recoiled.
" That wasn't for you to know Scully." He didn't meet her eyes. The pen fell 
from his fingers silently to the ground. Nowhere to run now.
" It was hard for me to watch you Scully. I didn't like feeling helpless and 
I wasn't able to watch you like that and not react."
" Why didn't you talk to me?" It wasn't like a plea, she needed the honest 
truth about it, like she had given him.
" Scully you were the sick one," he laughed out, " I couldn't go to you with 
my little problems. How could I do that to you? I may be many things but I 
am not selfish. I would not have let you carry any more burden than you had. 
You were going through enough without having to worry 'bout my sorry ass."
" I worried anyway Mulder." He finally looked up at her." And it would not 
have been selfish to tell me either. You're never a burden to me."
He looked away again and took a deep breath.
" You know waking up this morning I never expected this."
" You're telling me Mulder."
He paused for a while gathering courage.
" Are you okay, Scully? After seeing him I mean. I didn't talk to the guy at 
all so I don't know..."
" I'm fine Mulder. Just a little overwhelmed by his reasons for asking for 
me. He wanted to apologise to me, to explain it wasn't my fault and that it 
wasn't him in there."
" Do you believe him?"
" Yes."
A simple answer that held a lot for her, and for Ed.
Mulder watched as Scully battled with the thoughts in her head. She wanted 
to ask or tell him something he could tell but the battle raged on.
" Spill it Scully. It's the day for It I think."
" Ed said other things too. You know he really is quite the observer." She 
looked like she was already trying to back out of it.
" Scully."
" Hmmm. Right. Ed, he asked if anything had changed since then with us. If 
we were still hiding sides of ourselves from each other. I told him we had 
what we wanted."
Mulder took on the same look Scully had shown Ed at those words. Sadness.
" He didn't believe me either."
Mulder's eyes shot up in response. Did she just?
" Why do we make it so hard Mulder?" That was a plea and Scully was getting 
upset.  Mulder went around to her side of the table and turned her chair to 
him kneeling in front of her, looking into her tear filled eyes.
" Hey Scully, it's okay. God you know us, never the easy way out. We're 
suckers for it I guess." He tried to humour her but she was having none of 
it. When she looked into her eyes all he saw was the pain of so many lost 
years, wasted years. She was serious. He stood up on his knees and held her 
to him in a tight embrace, her tears staining his shirt.
" I've been afraid of losing you. Every time I considered talking to you I 
though of what we had to lose,"
" This is worse Mulder." Her head rested against his shoulder as she cried.
" I know Scully. I know that now." She pulled back and looked at him as he 
lowered down to sit back against his calves. The look in her eyes was 
familiar, she was going to take a risk if he was. There would be no more 
questions now though, no in-depth insights into the pros and cons of their 
actions, no dissection of events, just the truth. What they wanted.
" From now on we're together." Mulder whispered.
" Together." Scully breathed out as she leaned towards him. His rose up to 
capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He looked deep into her eyes 
after and saw hope. He smiled brilliantly at her and leaned in for another, 
more probing kiss allowing his hands the pleasure to roam into her hair. The 
kiss grew more passionate and to a point almost desperate. Scully hands held 
his mouth close to hers as her hunger grew and she felt herself drowning in 
him. It was some time before either of them accepted the need for air and 
pulled back.
" Making up for lost time are we Scully?" She smiled happily and maybe even 
shyly at him which made his heart skip a beat in his chest. He stood in 
front of her and took her hand as she joined him. Mulder looked down at her 
face and gently wiped away the tears she'd been shedding, before kissing her 
softly on the tip of her nose, placing both his hands in hers.
" So, care to join me for lunch?"
" You buying?"
" Of course."
" In that case I just might have to take you up on that offer." He went to 
retrieve his suit jacket and returned to see a sad look over her face.
"Scully?"
" I almost didn't go today Mulder. I almost didn't meet him."
Mulder took 2 steps to reach her before encompassing her in his warm 
embrace.
" But you did Scully. You did and that's all that matters. Come on, lets 
start making things easy on ourselves. Hot fudge Sundays and chocolate 
muffins all round."
" Oh I think I made a good choice with you."
" I prefer to believe it was fate here Scully if you don't mind."
" Fate huh? Anyway we can ask 'Fate' what the hold up was Mulder?"
" Hey stop knocking my ideas. You want me to buy you chocolate or not woman? 
Ouch Scully. That hurt"
" Rule number 1 partner: never tease me about chocolate."
" Should've guessed you'd be one for making rules...Hey quit it with the heels 
Scully or else."



Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it and I crave feedback to: 
mondi_@hotmail.com
And although I couldn't bring it into this story I feel since I doubt I'll 
write another 'never again' based fic that this is my only chance to let my 
say be known.
She slept with him! Scully slept with Ed and of that I am a firm believer.
There, now I'm happy.
Thanks again,
Rois