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Title: Adumbration
Off US Highway 40 Navajo country "I love you." He's said it many times tonight, but he has to say it again. "I love you." Scully is climbing into bed, and he takes one last look at the little guy. "I love you." Scully chuckles softly at his awe and beckons him to join her. "Mulder." "Not now, Gibson!" "But..." He leans back in his folding chair and takes a deep breath. He can't help it. He needs to think about them. He needs to think about them. O.K.? Gibson quickly turns and shuffles back towards the trailer. Mulder watches the young man take the few steps and enter their mobile home. He waits patiently, and after a few moments he can hear the static of the portable TV. While he waits for the boy to choose a station, he lets his gaze wander the dark-blue, almost black hills of the evening desert. The curves of the mountains, however, only fuel his desire and gnaw at his patience, "Gibson!" He hears his companion settle down on the creaky cot by the TV. The boy has finally settled for a program to watch and Mulder can let his mind wander, undisturbed. They are in her bedroom. "Scully, I love you." Her eyes motion him to join her on the bed. "I love you." The TV inside the trailer grows silent. "It's personal!" "Sorry, the set's not working!" Gibson's answer is full of apology. "I'll use my walkman!" the boy continues quickly. Mulder winces. Having a clairvoyant around has lost its novelty. It's frustrating as hell. Never a moment's peace. Never any privacy. He closes his eyes and forces the image of him in Scully's arms. "Scully, I love you." She smiles and allows him to her bosom. "Mulder?" Gibson is touching his shoulder, pacing the ground next to his chair. "Something wrong?" "Mulder..." "What?" "Scully..." Gibson's voice is urgent. Mulder gets up from the chair and grabs Gibson's shoulders. "Tell me, Gibson!" "She loves you, " the teenage boy hurries to say. "She does loves you."
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