Intentional Doings By Laynie1121@aol.com

Rated: R for language.

Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own them. But since it's necessary, Mulier and Scaly belong to FOX and Chris Carter and 1013.

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Author's Notes: This is the follow-up to "Dozens of Pieces". It takes place exactly where you left off at the end of DoP. This story and it's proceeder are the only dark/non-MSR fics that I've ever written. It was a wild ride, and I hope you like it. Also, Mar~ Thanks for the beta. =)

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He felt awful. There was no reason for why he got that angry. They'd had fights before, plenty of them, and he'd never turned that much anger towards her.

For the past half hour, his psychological mind had been dissecting the past week. Trying to find things -- anything -- to see it that was what set him off. They only thing his mind brought up was "Sure...Fine...Whatever." Well, that and the fact that Scully would always be a closed door.

"How many times had she said that to me?" he asked himself. "Why would that, of all the damn things in the world, set me off?"

Deep down, he knew why. It meant she didn't care. That knowledge hurt him almost even more than when she was taken from him. But he knew that her not caring was worse.

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She cared. God did she care. But it seemed that he didn't. As her mind replayed the events of the past hour, she realized that in all their years, they'd never tried to deliberately hurt one another.



So maybe they had. But what she did was completely intentional. She meant to do it, and not just to hurt him either. She was trying to get through to him.

But that was what scared her. The look on his face when she told him to go to hell would haunt her forever.

Scully leaned back against her couch and closed her eyes. She knew she had to talk to him. To apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to fix the ridge that was now between them. As she thought of ways to do this, she became very engrossed and didn't hear her apartment door open.

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He hoped he was doing the right thing. Mulder walked over to her couch and waited for Scully to notice him. Or waiting until he got the nerve to say something first.

He didn't have to wait long. Scully opened her eyes and looked straight into his. He thought he saw the beginning of a small smile but it was quickly replaced by a glare.

"Get out."

Mulder sighed.

"I'm not leaving until you hear me out."

Scully gave a 'I don't believe this' laugh and said, "I think I've head enough of you today."

"And you're gonna get another earful."

Mulder sat on the edge of her coffee table facing Scully. "Dana...What I did today was wrong and I -"

Scully rolled her eyes and gave him a look like he was a little brother getting on her nerves for the fifth time in one day.

"Mulder, quit acting so goddamn guilty. I provoked the argument. I pushed you over the edge."

"But you didn't throw a fucking stapler and picture frame into the wall or shove your partner into a filing cabinet!"

"You're right. I didn't. But as mad as I was, I should've."

Mulder put his hand gently on her knee and she put her hand over his. Somehow, that one touch convinced them both that it was all going to be ok...just give it time.