Taking a moment while she sleeps ...
Mulder had told me to prepare myself, but I find myself shocked at how frail she seems. Of course, Dana Scully has always, always been the strongest woman in the room (until I put her in a room with Mary ... then the doors might blow off the hinges.) She's thin and pale, but she still has that special light in her eyes that I almost fell in love with years ago. If she hadn't been in love with someone else, I might actually have fallen for her.
I don't know what possessed me to up and make this trip, other than the fact that Mary also needed a vacation and we both agreed we needed it away from each other. Her words to me the other night terrify me. She's running ... and I'm worried she's going to make the stupid decisions she makes while she runs. But I gave her the freedom she needs to take the breath she needs to take. So, whatever heartbreak I might suffer, I know it's on me. Yet, when Mary and I spoke last night, she sounded good and when she told me she missed me, I could tell she meant it. I've been having nightmares of her running off with that asshole from the FBI ... my instincts about him are more than natural jealousy. There is something ... as Mary would say ... hinky ... about him.
But I'm here in Virginia. This morning, over coffee and English Muffins, Dana and I ventured onto the reason Mulder contacted me. We spent the entire morning looking at her medical records and the information about the chip that had been implanted in her neck and what we've learned about the implant taken from me a few years ago. I still have trouble believing that it all ties together, but the evidence is there. As Dana is fond of saying, "Just because I don't understand the evidence doesn't mean it isn't something to investigate."
Her meds often put her in bed for a few hours. She still works almost full time (which amazes me), but weekends and time off allows her body time to recover. With her permission, I will be heading upstairs to look into the files they saved after running from the FBI. It's a story I know well, but there is still evidence to pursue.
I don't know what possessed me to up and make this trip, other than the fact that Mary also needed a vacation and we both agreed we needed it away from each other. Her words to me the other night terrify me. She's running ... and I'm worried she's going to make the stupid decisions she makes while she runs. But I gave her the freedom she needs to take the breath she needs to take. So, whatever heartbreak I might suffer, I know it's on me. Yet, when Mary and I spoke last night, she sounded good and when she told me she missed me, I could tell she meant it. I've been having nightmares of her running off with that asshole from the FBI ... my instincts about him are more than natural jealousy. There is something ... as Mary would say ... hinky ... about him.
But I'm here in Virginia. This morning, over coffee and English Muffins, Dana and I ventured onto the reason Mulder contacted me. We spent the entire morning looking at her medical records and the information about the chip that had been implanted in her neck and what we've learned about the implant taken from me a few years ago. I still have trouble believing that it all ties together, but the evidence is there. As Dana is fond of saying, "Just because I don't understand the evidence doesn't mean it isn't something to investigate."
Her meds often put her in bed for a few hours. She still works almost full time (which amazes me), but weekends and time off allows her body time to recover. With her permission, I will be heading upstairs to look into the files they saved after running from the FBI. It's a story I know well, but there is still evidence to pursue.