When a kiss was not a kiss...
'She didn't reveal her playful side often, which might explain her
lousy timing. When she jerked away from his kiss claiming to have been
stung, he was certain it was a prank: a heart-paralyzing, ego-deflating
practical joke designed to send him crashing backwards through time to
the days of Clearasil and awkward teenage passes attempted in the front
seat of a Chevy Vega...'
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Yet unforgettable all the same...
'It would have happened. I would have kissed her gently, because after
five long years, I would have wanted to be so careful with her, so cautious,
in case I was wrong and she didn't want it as much as I did, and in case
she wanted me to stop.
But I don't think she would have wanted me to.'
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To the ends of the earth...
'I'm searching now for another truth. Truth infinitely more personal
to me and far more dangerous to them. It's a search fueled by desperate
need. A search for truth best served through vengeance.
Only recently have I learned the real nature of truth. It is a fluid
thing, given as much weight by a man's desires as by its ideal.
I will find her. I will.
And I will make the bastards pay.'
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Frozen passion...
'How could it be so cold in the middle of July? I rocked Mulder in
my arms and tried to get my mind around it. I'd prayed for relief from
the heat on that damn rooftop in Dallas -- was this God's idea of a practical
joke?'
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Melting in the heat of their hearts...
'He was only going to sit with her for a minute or two, he told himself.
That's all. Just sit and share her space, her air. Watch her breathe. Breathing
was good. And vastly undervalued. This, he now knew without question. All
it had taken was an instant of Dana Scully lying beneath him, still as death,
her lips soft and parted, but no air flowing between them, and he had come
to realize how very much he had taken such things for granted.
Way too many things for granted. For far too long.'
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And new beginning... or not?
'I remember my annoyance growing to anger quickly. They'll never believe
me, I thought? Well, gee, now's a great time to tell me, Mulder, after
I've been to hell and back. Why didn't you tell me all this before the
infected bodies and the freezer for half an hour and the fossils and the
car chase and the corn field and the bees and the near kiss and my resignation
and *Goddamned* Antarctica?'
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