From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 02:35:21 +0000 Subject: Lovers In A Dangerous Time Source: direct Title: The Old Apartment Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: R, language! Archive: For this piece of shit? Sure! I could care less! Drop me a line! Feedback: Only if you know what song this is based on... DUH! Summary: Mulder is cleaning out the office. Dedication: Maya, you know why ;-) *************************************************************** It feels like a living space. It's our apartment. Our old apartment. The apartment that I'm cleaning out for good. All of my things are gone now. I take a notbook, it is filled with Scully's writing. I feel like I have to take it. I promised her I'd be back. I promised her that we would pick up where we never started. I promised her. I may never see her again. They took our apart- our office from us. Does that bastard think that that's staying up? I want that back! I wonder how Skinner is, I wonder how his temper is this year. I know that we, *we* don't live her anymore, but she will, she will forever. I think she took my key. She did, and she resents me. She doesn't see how much I love her, how much I need her. I never thought that we needed words but apparently, we do. I have to tell her these things. But first, I have to get my things from her. I shouldn't have had to break into the office this morning, but she took my keys. She took my heart, and then she changed everything. I'm so happy for her. Why did I have to break in? I only came here to talk! But apparently, no one wants me here anymore. Do you? Do you Scully? Do you want me around at all? Everything has changed. It's a wonder what can happen after a few month, a few months when you're dead. So I'm bitter. I think I'll join 42 Steps. It's a fucking elongated version of 12 Steps. It'll do me good. It'll get me off of this. It'l let me leave you and my son, and search for what has happened to me. To us. I know we don't live here anymore. You bought and old house up on Danforth. He loves you, his body keeps you warm. *But this is where we used to live* I think as I rip the phone out of the wall. You tell me that there's nothing going on between you. There never was, that if I was there that everything was okay. I want those days... those days when you would shoot down all of my theories... those days when you would seldomly smile... I want them back. *FIN* I LOVE KEV HEARN!!!! 11/16!!!!!!