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SPOILERS: Triangle
RATING: PG
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I have spent my career--hell, my life--searching for the truth. I can now say that after all I have seen, or thought I'd seen, and all I've experienced that there is only one thing I am certain of: Scully.

I have all but lost her on more than one occasion. And, I have almost left her without a partner on countless others. One wrong decision, one simple action by a stranger or an act of nature and all could be lost forever. Of this I was painfully aware.

So, when I called her back to stand beside the hospital bed, it wasn't to tell her some great truth. I wanted one more moment in time. To look at her. To drink her in. To watch the hospital light play against the strands of her hair, glimmering red and gold. To smell her sweet perfume. To imagine the feel of her smooth, soft skin. To hear her breathing. To feel her breath against my face, almost imperceptible, causing my skin to tingle just the same.

In my stunned appreciation of her beauty, the electricity of her being so close, the sheer joy of seeing her again--I paused. I wanted to find the voice to say ... something. Something meaningful. To tell her of my discovery during my most recent act of stupidity. Perhaps even to tell her how much it has meant to me to have met her. How much it means to me to have her in my life.

But as soon as I heard her throaty whisper, "Yes," all of what I wanted to tell her melted away. Leaving my voice filled with the only truth that I wanted her to know. Without thinking and shocked by their utterance, I felt the words leave my mouth. I felt the words move towards her, through her, around her. And for one brief moment, I saw them reflected back at me in her eyes,
even as she covered her reaction with the dismissive comment. Already attributing my confession to the medication, or to my exhaustion. I could see this all in her eyes. Still, that brief moment of recognition was enough to fill my soul.

And even though we won't talk about it in the morning, or in a few days, I must be content with the certainty that some small part of her knows the truth.


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