"Fancy meeting you here." I tell her with a smile. I wish we were somewhere else; somewhere I could simply run and hold her in my arms the way I'm aching to.

"Long time, no see." She says, keeping up our little pretending game.

"Too damn long if you ask me." I tell her and I can't help but bend down and kiss her forehead. She holds me close for a second and then pulls away. She braces herself on the railing separating us from the Potomac River.

I wish we were just what we're pretending to be; I wish we were a simple couple who had accidentally bumped into each other on a spring evening in a public park.

She doesn't have Will with her. It was the first thing I noticed. I try to push the pain down so I can use the energy on believing that whatever reason she brought me here is nothing to worry about. Even if it took her 3 weeks for her to find me again.

I'm afraid to ask her what is it. Last time she tried to contact me... Things didn't end up ok. I'm afraid everything is going to Hell.

The last months have been Hell already, but I'd rather spend all my life like this than losing one of them. I can't lose them.

She is so quiet, so still. I'm afraid of breaking the silence and activate some chain reaction between us. She is not looking me in the eye. She is actually staring into nothing, eyes lost somewhere in front of her.

I support my body against the railing, but I decide to face the other side. Maybe it's just my paranoia or something else, I don't know. I look at all the faces around. Everyone seems a suspect, even the old lady that is feeding some birds. What kind of person feeds birds at 9pm?

"How long do we have?" I finally ask her and realize how afraid I am of her reply.

I look at her when she doesn't say anything back and her eyes meet mine. She nods and breaks our gaze.

"About half an hour, I gather. We could probably get away with one hour," she says and takes a deep breath. I don't think I could hate and love my life so much at the same time. "I found out that our timing sucks." She announces as if it should mean something.

"What?" I ask her puzzled. Meeting is dangerous, we know it, but there's no good time or bad time. It's just... dangerous.

"Christmas." She answers as if I should understand all what's happening from that simple word.

"You lost me there, Scully." I inform her. She turns so she is facing the same way I am and she takes my hand. She presses it against her stomach and suddenly my world is spinning as I feel the little bump there.

"I'm pregnant, Mulder." She whispers in a sad voice. I hate her tone. If I could just take away all of her pain... I would give my life for it in a second. "Again." She adds.

I don't know what to say and I pull her against me. I hold her in my arms for what feels like a lifetime. I don't realize I have started crying until a tear falls on my upper lip. I wipe it away and push back all the unshed tears. I can't do this right now. There's no time for crying.

"How?" I hear myself ask her.

She chuckles against my chest. "Again, I don't know." She says and I feel her taking a couple of breaths before continuing. "There was Christmas, but I'm too afraid to let myself believe." She continues, now in a sad voice again.

I know what she means. Nothing in our lives can ever be that simple. "When did you find out?"

"A month ago. I though it was just flu."

"There's always hope it's just an alien virus, right?" I ask and her soft giggling rewards me.

"What are we going to do, Mulder?"

"You know, I was going to ask you the very same thing."

"You have no clue either, huh?"

"None." I tell her and I begin my hating game all over again. Hate the circumstances, hate the world, hate myself. I'm too tired; too tired of running away, too tired of trying to fix the world, tired of staying away from her - away from them. "What we discussed on Christmas, Scully. The house. Would you be willing to?"

"We can't, Mulder. There are no guarantees." She says and I swear I can hear tears in her voice.

"There will never be, Scully. I think I know a way. Did you tell anyone else about this?"

She shakes her head. "No. I needed to tell you first. I didn't even go to a doctor. I just know." She tells me.

"Don't tell anyone. Act naturally and give me a couple of months. It's March, I'll probably have everything by late May; early June tops." I tell her while I start designing a plan on my head. She knows what I'm asking of her. She knows that after this there is no return.

She pulls away from my chest and puts enough distance between us so she can look up and into my eyes. She nods and then puts her head back into my chest again. I put my arms around her and for the first time in years, I pray. I don't know to whom or for what, I just close my eyes and do it.

"How is he?" I ask her after a couple minutes.

"He is great." She says and I can't help but notice the tone of pride her voice has taken. "He started walking last week. Only a couple of steps and then he falls, but it's amazing."

He is too young to walk. We both know it, but we don't say anything. Is this child going to be special too? Is it going to be like Will? Was it a miracle conceived just like him? There are so many more questions and I wish I could remember the time when they truly mattered. They still matter to her and I respect it. How can I not? I still want to know the answers, but they don't drive me anymore. I've found answers and honestly, I wish I hadn't found some of them.

"I'm afraid, Mulder. What if we already got our only miracle and we're short on it? What if something go wrong? What am I supposed to do?" She asks me.

I wish I could give her answers, but I'm still searching them myself. "I don't know, Scully. The only thing we can do is try."

"We're giving up, Mulder. They'll win."

"No, we will. We have William. And when this child is born, we'll have another victory over them." I do realize, however, that she's partially right. Stopping to think for a moment, I reach a conclusion. "We're not giving up, Scully. We know it's not forever. We can still search for answers, we'll just not have the same means or life style. It's bad; I can't promise you a life of roses. But the worst part of it until now was being away from you. If you're with me, I'll endure anything." I tell her honestly.

"I never wanted roses, Mulder. You gave me everything. There's nothing I can ask of you except to be at your side. And not be able to, that's..." Her voice trails off as tears form in her eyes. "June then?" She asks me and I recognize that she has agreed to it completely. There's no going back now.

I wonder if she knows all kinds of love we feel. Love, I discovered, has as many faces as a person and she made me know each one of them. She's the personification of love to me. Dr. Scully, Dana, Agent Scully, mother, daughter, sister, Scully; she's all that.

"I love you, Scully." I tell her.

"I know," she says with a smile and then she frowns. I do too, trying to remember if there was a time I didn't. We both reach the same conclusion, I'm sure.

"Promise me, Scully. Promise that you'll contact me earlier if anything goes wrong. I need to know," I plead her.

She hesitantly nods. I couldn't be here the first time. To know that she might have to suffer through so much alone, in fear of leaving us in danger... I need to know, no matter what.

"How long do we still have?" I ask her again, knowing that whatever her answer will be, it won't be nearly enough.

"Fifteen minutes." She informs me and shakes her wrist loose almost violently, unconsciously blaming the watch for our little time, instead of the circumstances.

I pull her to me greedily, claiming her lips. Part of me argues that we shouldn't do this; we shouldn't waste our brief and precious time with something as mortal as kissing. But then, her lips respond to my claim and I'm lost in such a simple act, drowning in her.

Her kiss tells me more than any e-mail can. It tells me more than all of the words that have left her mouth this night. The sweet touch promises me the world and the moon and I try to promise her back the same things. I try to tell her not to be afraid; to be ready for what's to come. I try to tell her to say to William that I love him and that I miss him.

Our kiss starts to deepen and with it the realization that our time is over. We break apart breathless and I can feel our tears against our cheeks, mingling together. I kiss her tears away, tasting their salty bitterness before looking her in the eye.

"Dream of June," I whisper against her lips.

"I will." She brushes her lips lightly against mine and then she's leaving. I want to ask her to stay; to run with me now. We could get William and run to Canada or somewhere else. It wouldn't be enough - nothing ever will-, but it'd be better than what we have now. But I just watch her leave again, knowing she needs to go.

June will come.

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