Title: For a Reason 
Author: Caroline 
Email Address: SkaterScully@aol.com 
Rating: PG 
Category: S, R, H 
Spoilers: all things, Chimera, Christmas Carol/Emily, Redux 1 
and 2, One Breath, Milagro, Orision, Irresistable 
Keywords: MSR 
Summary: Post Episode "all things" 
Feedback: Yes please. 
Disclaimer: The X-Files, all of it's characters, and quotes, 
do not belong to me, but to Ten Thirteen Productions, Chris 
Carter, and Fox Television. 


Mulder's Apt. (Ending Recap) 

Mulder and Scully sit on Mulder's couch discussing the 
events of the past few days. Mulder is the first to speak. 
"I just find it hard to believe." 
"What part?" 
"The part where I go away for two days and your whole life 
changes." 
"Mmm, I didn't say my whole life changed." 
"You speaking to God in a Buddhist temple. God speaking 
back." 
"Mmm, and I didn't say that God spoke back. I said that I 
had some kind of a vision." 
"Well, for you, that's like saying you're having David 
Crosby's baby." 
Scully smiles and looks thoughtful. 
"What is it?" 
"I once considered spending my whole life with this man. 
What I would have missed." 
"I don't think you can know. I mean, how many different 
lives would we be leading if we made different choices. 
We... We don't know." 
"What if there was only one choice and all the other ones 
were wrong? And there were signs along the way to pay 
attention to." 
"Mmm. And all the... choices would then lead to this very 
moment. One wrong turn, and... we wouldn't be sitting here 
together. Well, that says a lot. That says a lot, a lot, a 
lot. That's probably more than we should be getting into at 
this late hour." 

Mulder looks down at Scully. She has fallen asleep against 
his shoulder. Music begins. In slow motion, he tenderly brushes 
a strand of hair out of her face, then gazes at her a moment. 
He pulls his Indian blanket over her and carefully tucks it 
around her. He then gets up to leave and goes to his bedroom. 

2 Hours Later 

Scully slowly awakens with a pain in her back. She never could 
sleep sitting up. She tries to adjust to her surroundings but 
still can't recall where she is. Once she turns her head a 
little more to the right, she sees the fishtank and realizes 
she is in Mulder's apartment. She stands up, and folds the 
blanket neatly, placing it on the back of the couch. She stands 
for a few minutes, pondering what to do next. She heads to 
Mulder's bedroom. His door is shut, so she knocks and 
whispers his name. 
"Mulder." 
No answer. 
"Mulder it's me." 
She hears rustling and decides to step into the room. 
"Mulder, are you awake?" 
"Mm." 
"Mulder." 
Mulder sits up, and wipes his eyes. 
"Scully?" 
"Yeah, it's me." 
"Are you ok?" 
"Yeah, I'm ok. I was just wondering...if um...I could..." 
"You could what?" 
"May I take a shower? I usually take one to fall asleep." 
"Yeah sure. Bathroom's right in there." 
"Thanks Mulder. You can go back to sleep." 
"No problem Scully." 
Scully walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. 
Mulder lays back down and easily falls asleep as the sound of 
running water acts as a lullabye. 

45 Minutes Later 

Scully stands at Mulder's sink, pulling down her shirt and 
zipping her skirt. She already dried her hair, and was now 
thinking about the earlier events, and her conversation with 
Mulder. She picks up her black jacket and puts it on. She 
looks thoughtfully at the bed. 

As Scully attempts to leave the room, Mulder awakens. 
"Where you going?" 
"I was just going to..uh lay on the couch and then go home 
when day breaks." 
"You're going to lay on the couch in that outfit?" 
"What?" 
"It doesn't look all that comfortable." 
"The couch is fine." 
"I meant your outfit." 
They both smile and Scully stares innocently at the floor. 
"I'm not sleeping naked, Mulder." 
Mulder laughs. 
"Of course not Scully. Here, I think I may have something." 
Mulder gets out of bed and walks over to his dresser, he pulls 
out a pair of gray sweatpants and a navy FBI Academy 
sweatshirt, and hands it to Scully. She smiles and takes them. 
"I had a matching gray one, but I lost it." 
Scully smiles shyly. She looks down at the floor again. 
"You didn't lose it. You leant it to me after the Padgett 
incident...." 
Both Mulder and Scully pause, remembering the horrible ordeal. 
Mulder had let Scully borrow the sweatshirt, since her blouse 
was ruined. 
"...I just never gave it back." 
They both look back up at each other and smile. 
"Looked better on you anyway, Scully. You can go change in the bathroom." 
"Ok. Thanks." 
Once again Scully leaves the room and enters the bathroom. She 
changes into the sweatpants and sweatshirt that are twice her 
size. When she comes out, the sleeves are cuffed three times so 
her little hands can peek through. The pant legs are rolled up 
twice, and Mulder could hardly see her feet. 
"Aww, Scully you look adorable." 
"Adorable isn't the word I would use to describe how I look in 
this outfit. I look like a hotdog in an oversized bun." 
Mulder and Scully laugh, and Scully heads to the couch. 
"Goodnight Mulder." 
" 'Night hotdog." 
"Funny Mulder." 
"No, adorable." 

Scully lays on the couch and tries to fall asleep. No such 
luck. She tosses and turns for about 20 minutes and finally 
she gets up and goes into Mulder's bedroom. She stands for 
a while at the bedside, and then gets into the bed next to 
Mulder. Her subtle movements wake Mulder up. 
"Well hello there." 
"Sorry. Couldn't sleep. Do you mind if..." 
"No problem." 

Scully lays down on the bed on her side and Mulder turns to 
his side, facing away from her. 15 minutes later, Mulder 
speaks. 
"Scully." 
"Mmhmm." 
"Are you awake?" 
"I am now." 
"I can't sleep." 
"Why?" 
"Well for one, you're sleeping on my side of the bed." 
Scully laughs. 
"Any other reason?" 
"I was just thinking about our conversation." 
"What about it?" 
"Well, the 'one choice' part." 
"Oh." 
"Scully?" 
"Yeah?" 
"Are you happy?" 
"I'm cranky and tired, Mulder." 
He laughs. 
"I mean with your life. Are you happy?" 
"I..don't know. I mean, I'm comfortable." 
"Comfortable?" 
"Mulder, I have a great job, a great partner, a best friend, 
a person who I trust with my life, my job, someone I trust 
completely. 
I have a mother, two brothers..." 
"One of which hates me. But besides all that Scully, are you 
happy 
with your life?" 
Scully sighs and turns toward Mulder. He's laying on his back, 
staring at the ceiling. 
"Mulder, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm 36 years old, 
single, living in an apartment, with no children. When I was 
12, 
I thought by 36 I would be married, had 2.5 children, living 
in a white house with a dog. But instead, I have had to go 
through burying my sister, my father...my daughter, being 
abducted, having cancer, being attacked by monsters, or 
obsessed 'can't write a book' men. But I like my life. 
Because...well, if I hadn't joined the FBI, had I married 
Daniel, I wouldn't..I wouldn't have met you. And you are the 
single most important thing in my life. You make the hard things 
easy to live with." 
Mulder turns to Scully and looks at her. They lay in silence 
for a moment. 
"Scully, I lost a sister. A father. A mother. I'm an orphan, 
if you will. I don't have many friends. I don't have a 
girlfriend. I don't think I could go through all that, if 
you weren't here. You're my center. You're my best friend. 
Hell, you're my significant other, but not in the widely 
understood definition of that term. Scully, look, I love you. 
I loved you for a long time. And I think... I think you 
already know that." 
"Yeah I do Mulder. And I love you too." 
Scully moves closer to Mulder and lays her head on his 
shoulder while she lays on her stomach. Mulder leans down 
and kisses her. He then rolls on his side and wraps his 
arms around her waist and draws patterns against her back. 
'For a reason', 'My everything', 'Luv U', 'For a reason'. 
"Mulder?" 
"Hm?" 
"I'm happy." 
"Me too." 
"You know you're my reason for everything right?" 
"Yeah I know Scully. Ditto." 

The End