She stayed with me that night, but she wasn't herself. She was distant, wouldn't talk to me. It took her some time to get over the experience, but I was there for her the whole time. She wasn't completely over it when the wonderful church of Signs and Wonders. She fought with herself on the subject of her righteousness. There was nothing I could do in that matter either.
While she was still struggling with that, I was oblivious to it. I was too caught up in the wild goose chase for my sister to recognize her pain. Then I add to her pain and guilt and suffering when I turn away from her when she left with my worst enemy. Now I realize what she was trying to do, her motives for going with him. "So we could be together without the threat of the cancer coming back," is what she told me. I cried myself to sleep that night.
And now this. Her life changing experience that happens the two days I'm out of town. It seems now that things will be better, and I hope they are. Her hair is growing back, her self confidence is coming back stronger than ever, and her convictions are stronger than ever. And I don't know what to do when she crawls into my bed in the middle of the night.

I have waited for this moment for seven years, and here I am living it too scared to do anything but lay here. I thought she was asleep until she untangled her arms from mine and got out of the bed. I immediately missed the feeling of her besides me, the warmth. I watched her walk to the end of the bed, where she slowly undressed. I watched her in shock, in disbelief. What was she doing?
My question was answered when she crawled back into my bed, wearing only her black underwear. This time she faced me and looked me right in the eyes.

"I'm glad I chose this path, Mulder. I'm glad it was you at the end of it." She took my hand in hers and kissed my palm. It was the slightest touch, barely there.
"I'm glad that you made it too, and I'm glad that I chose this path." I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to my body. I gently pressed my lips to hers, but she wanted more than a simple kiss. She was in if for more than I was expecting. She wrapped her fingers around my neck and opened her mouth against mine. I was all too happy to comply with her actions.
If I had known that this was going to be the best night of my life, I would have been better prepared. But then I thought, no, it wouldn't be as good as this if I were prepared. We broke our kiss, both of us needing to breath. I moved so she was beneath me, and she opened her legs to me, telling me that this is what she had in mind. I settled between them, and she wrapped them around my waist. We kissed as I entered her, both moaning with the pleasure.

It had been so long for me. And she was the reason it had been so long. For seven years, she was the only woman I had wanted. Before we went on, I had to tell her what I had wanted to tell her for seven years.
I looked her straight in the eyes, "Scully, for seven years you have been my everything. I love you so much." She smiled her wonderfully rare smile, and it made me so happy to see it.
"I love you too, Mulder. More than anything." And that sealed it. We finished building the bridge between us, sealing our relationship. Yes, it was the best night of my life, so far, but my life isn't over yet, and neither is Scully's. I can't wait until the next best night of my life.