Little Cat Feet by Christine Leigh Summary: "all things" missing scene. Scully POV as she is leaving Mulder's apartment the morning after. Rating: G Category: MSR, V Spoilers: "all things" Disclaimer: The characters are the products of Chris Carter. They also belong to Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement intended. Archiving: If you would like to archive anywhere, I'd appreciate a quick note first. Email: Feedback is always welcome, leighchristine@hotmail.com She moves between the bedroom and bathroom in silence. He is asleep and she doesn't want to disturb that, having seen him rest like this too seldom in the years they've spent together. His forehead is unfurrowed and an intermittent audible expulsion of his breath is the only sound in the room. Outwardly she is composed. She checked herself hurriedly while dressing and passed muster. It is time to go, but she lingers for just a moment to take in the view. He's kicked off part of the sheet and the graceful limb that is exposed is an object of beauty. He is the only man she's ever known whose physical presence at any given moment in a day can take her out of her mundane world. Kicking and screaming, figuratively, back in the day. But, no longer. Well, most of the time. She walks out the bedroom door. In the living room she moves toward the soft blue-green glow of the aquarium. The pretty fish have been his steadfast companions for as long as she's known him. She has never asked him when he first acquired the tank and its inhabitants. In her mind they're ubiquitous; she can't imagine Mulder without them any more than she can imagine her existence without him. She loves him. Has for years. Last night was a long time arriving, but she believes that this is how it was intended to be. She still prays and, yes, she said a prayer upon waking an hour ago. She looks out the window. The rain has given over to a gentle fog as she leaves on little cat feet. - end - The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. - Carl Sandburg