| "I see a birdie the shape of Texas. Pretty cool!" Dana Scully said as she slumped down in the passenger seat of Mulder's black ford taurus. "We'll be home in awhile Scully." he said as he leaned over to her and tucked an errant strand of copper hair behind her ear. "You're coming over?" she asked, dreamily confused. "When did I invite ya over? I don't remember that." "Well, you probably don't remember because you're piss drunk." he said agaitated but amused. They pulled up in front of her building and he helped her out of the car and up to her apartment. "Piss, that's a funny word Mulder." "Yes, yes it is." he said as he plopped her down on her couch and went to look for aspirin. Upon his return she was happily reciting, chanting rather, the word piss over and over. "I love chicken, I love liver, meow mix, meow mix please deliver." she said quietly right after she swallowed down the pills with the water. She promptly passed out on the couch. Mulder silently crossed the room and retrieved an afghan. He placed it over her and took a seat across from her on one of the chairs. He watched her sleep until he did so as well. The next morning, she woke with a headache the size of Texas. He temples throbbed and she tried to recount the events of earlier the night before. Work. Home. Bar. Mulder's. Home. Okay, she could at least retrace her steps. Why had she gone to the bar? Oh yes, to get drunk. To get drunk off of her ass as she recalled because she hated her life, and the getting drunk part was easier and more practical than killing herself. Depression was the fruit of the woman who was thirty and had no life. She walked slowly to the bathroom and proceeded to expel the contents of her stomach. Mulder heard retching and rushed to the bathroom to hold Scully's hair back for her. She was silently grateful that her vomit would mush in her hair. She was already sweaty and didn't want to be anything else. When she was through she wiped her face clean and examined herself in the mirror. Mulder's reflection appeared behind her own, and she no longer felt in control. She felt weak. So she allowed herself the indulgency of collapsing into his arms. He helped her make her way to the bedroom and she laid down in the bed. "Thanks for staying with me Mulder." she said as she slips into the realm of dreams He kissed her on the head, just as he had done last night when she had accidentally uttered three words to him. Then he left. THE END |