Rated - PG
        Disclaimer – These characters are not mine. I make no profit off of them.

    In simplicity there lies a beauty which can be found nowhere else. Through the perpetually complex and contorted existence in which Mulder and I find ourselves entangled, there resides few beautiful moments. Far too few.
    The work we do seems to alter my perceptions of reality on a nearly daily basis. The ideas which shape my reality unravel themselves, like thread pulled from a cloth, and, in my stubbornness, I refuse to simply throw the cloth away and get a new one. No, instead I continually restitch the battered thread and hope against hope it will hold out another day. It rarely does.
    There is little beauty in our work and even less simplicity. But, truth be told, I find it doubtful that I would be fulfilled or satisfied by the job were it any less complex. My parents wondered, from the very start, why I would give up a promising career in medicine join the FBI. What I don’t think they understood, what my mother still doesn’t understand, is that such a regular, mundane life would eat away at my soul until there was nothing left. My work has saved me, in that respect; it has challenged me.
    I’m not saying that I would make all the same choices if I had to do it all again. I would do anything in my power to save Missy. If that meant dying in her place or never having joined the FBI in the first place, I’d do it. I would give my life or my soul for her. But, life didn’t allow me to make that choice.
    While my work is complex and intricate in its threads, I do have a modicum of simplicity in my life. Though it appears anything but simple on the surface, my relationship with Mulder is the greatest level of simplicity I have found in my existence. He is the constant and unwavering factor in my life. The only thing I can depend on to remain the same the next day. Though I may find my beliefs and my faith and my world weaving an entirely new pattern, I know he will still be there spouting baseless theories rooted in urban legends and modern folklore.
    The relationship he and I share is a greater friendship than any I have ever known or ever will. Like contrasting magnets we are drawn together in our quest for the truth and there are times I wonder if we are still separable. Have we retained our individuality or have we become two sides of the same person? I wonder. In any case, we compliment each other in ways I’d never dreamed possible. Like Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, or Frank and Joe Hardy. In all honesty, I prefer this relationship, this completely simple, trusting, honest and beautiful union, to any other that anyone could offer me. I never really liked Juliet and I thought Romeo was a bit of a melodramatic fool. But, I sure did like the Hardy Boys.
    That’s not to say that I only think of him as a friend. I don’t. He is so much more than that. He’s my other half, my soul mate, I’m sure of that. But that doesn’t mean we have to muddy the waters with some soap opera-like sappy love scenes. That’s not us. That’s not what we are. You know what we are? We’re simple. And, in this simplicity, coupled with his eyes when he smiles, I find the greatest beauty of all.