Holiday
by Christine Leigh

Summary: Mulder POV during the events of Little Green
Men.
Rating: PG
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: Little Green Men
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He is blank as a chalkboard on the last day of school as he
takes the note from Samantha's picture.  Mulder can't help but
stare at it while folding the note into his pocket.  The imp - -
what he'd give to see that grin again.

She shouldn't do this unless it's dire and he doesn't see that
whatever this is could possibly be.  He should have said
something to her in the hallway, but their encounter had been
over before he'd realized she'd spoken to him.  Damn it.  He
would have to risk meeting her now.  He's pissed at her for
this, but won't consider not going. 

He has acknowledged that she's on his side.  He can't pinpoint
the moment it happened.  The visual aid he returns to the
most often as he does now while heading out to the
Watergate, is that of Deep Throat dying in her arms.  But if
he wants to be honest, he believes it happened before that. 
It's an unsettling feeling to not be alone, and he doesn't have a
handle on it. 

*****

"Mulder, it's Scully.  Dana Scully.  Do you know where you
are?"

Arecibo.  She's here.  He tells her they were here.  There is a
cool sensation to his forehead as her hand grazes it.  How can
her hand be cool in this heat?  A shit storm follows and
through it all he remembers her touch as though it occurred
many years ago. 

*****

The tape is blank.  He, however, has experienced a revival. 
The daily nothingness that he'd been exiled to has gone.  She
is sitting next to him and trying to explain what happened,
but a blank tape is a blank tape.  Despite that, he's not feeling
terrible.  Something has changed in the aftermath of their
Costa Rican holiday.

"You still have nothing."

Not true.  


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