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[Late at night, Mulder is up and about, wandering aimlessly. He's just received Scully's letter so of course that's sending him into a bit of a broody mindset. Sleep? Ha, no, he's not planning to sleep for a while.]

[On the one hand, she's free of all of this. On the other... she's gone. His partner. The one person he trusts more than anyone. And what she's returning home to doesn't sound very pleasant. It's the future relative to him so he has no way of knowing just how safe she really is. He's not supposed to worry, but he can't stop himself from doing so anyway. The troubling thoughts that always come up at these times are there to bother him, too...]

How do we know they really send us home when we vanish from here, anyway?

[Yeah, this is what happens when you overthink everything.]

For anyone who knew... anyone who knows her, Dana Scully has left the building. I'm sure she's relieved to be somewhere a bit more down to earth.

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[Mulder is hanging around his place in the dark, a fact which he hasn't been paying much attention to until she knocks. He'll at least turn on the lights on his way over to answer the door.]

Hey, Saori... come on in.

[She slips in quietly, offering him the basket of food and alcohol while inspecting the room. It takes her a moment, but she says simply]

I am sorry. I never met your friend, but I knew she meant a lot to you.

[There's a table in the room that's in mild disarray with various papers scattered on it, his latest work on his files, along with a small pile of sunflower seed shells as well. The wall nearest it is covered in various papers, notes and rough sketches of things.]

Thank you.

[Mulder takes the offered basket and drink.]

She's... back home, she's the only person I can completely trust.

[Unthinkingly, Saori slips on close and gives Mulder a quick hug. If he shows much resistance or discomfort, she'll pull away though.]

I know how hard that must be. Only having one or two people you can really count on. I can't imagine having them here, and then losing them.

[Frankly, she couldn't really imagine Yuuna or Bishamonten here at all.]

[At the moment, he doesn't mind at all- and needs it, more than he realizes. So Mulder returns the hug gratefully.]

I knew all along that it might be a matter of time- that any of us could be returned, at any time. I guess I didn't want to believe it, though. Not for Scully.

[They've worked together for so many years, he'd taken it for granted that he'd always have her. Though there were some pretty dark times too, times he thought he'd lose her.]

[Well then she just holds on tight. Hugs are always needed, and Mulder more than deserves them]

Well, that's true for any of us. At least she's home, though. Away from the Malnosso and all of their experiments, and their war and all of this.

I know, and I'm glad for that much... she's out of the situation that we're stuck with here.

[It's the one up side he can see to this, honestly. It was terrible waiting out any times she was abducted, dealing with that. There's just one thing bothering him, really.]

But I don't know how safe she's going to be back home...

Nothing in life anywhere is certain. Safety included.

[She pulls back from the embrace, arms on his shoulders. She knows it's not the most comforting thing to hear, but lying isn't something she can do for anyone. There's no safety anywhere for anyone, it's all a misconception. She's lived long enough to know that.]

But there is...likelihood and chance. There, she has more of a chance of avoiding danger than here.

Even though there's still plenty of danger waiting for us back home. It's still not on this all-powerful, intergalactic, transdimensional level.

[The conspiracy have not yet figured out THAT level of power. Yet. Mulder sighs quietly, thinking about something that he... doesn't talk about much, but has come to mind anyway.]

There was a time back home... when I thought I was going to lose Scully, to an illness. So I've seen firsthand how impermanent life can be, anywhere. After that struggle, I just... I hope that it wasn't for nothing. Her letter to me indicates that she's going back to face another life or death situation.

If she's anything like you, she'll make it through just fine.

[She musters all the conviction she can. Yes the universe can be a harsh place, and yes she's sometimes a strict, austere judge of life and death but she was here to be of comfort.]

Conviction and will are two things that will see you through any possible danger. And once that situation at home is over, she'll be safe. Here, who knows?

[She reaches over and holds up the bottle though]

A toast to her memory here?

If anyone can come through the worst situations intact, it's her. I don't know anyone else with so much stubborn resolve.

[Though they faced so many of those together, and it'll always sadden him a little that this stretch of time has to be faced alone. Still, he does trust her. She can take care of herself as much as he worries.]

[He raises his glass.]

To Scully.

[She nods, raising her own glass in kind.]

To Scully.

[And then Saori downs the cup, setting it on the table with a near grunt. That burns...]

[He downs his, as well. A little burning isn't such a bad thing... at least it can serve to jolt him awake, so to speak. Mentally, anyway.]

I can't give up. Even without her here.

No. You can't. I won't let you.

[She ribs him gently]

I may not be an FBI agent, but I'll still keep you together however I can.

[He at least seems to be consoled some by that, certainly he feels better than he had a few minutes ago. He even manages to smile some.]

It could be a tough job, are you sure you're up to it?

I think so. You can't be any more difficult than any of my other friends. In fact I think you might be more sane than most of them.

Yet again I'm reminded why I like being here in some respects... I'm voted as more sane here than I ever was back home.

Yes, well...you're being a little insane now.

[She points to the basket]

I brought food, you know. Only the insane waste good food.

[He chuckles a bit, not having paid it close attention until she mentioned it. He IS pretty hungry, not having been eating well since Scully left.]

Well, I don't want to end up committed or anything. Let's see what you brought.

[He starts digging into the basket.]

[Inside is actually a basket of freshly fried chicken and a bottle of strange looking sauce. Jack Sparrow's Soul Sauce...]

[Mmm, that looks really good, and he's more hungry than he'd thought, on getting it out of there. He gives the sauce a curious look.]

That's definitely not barbecue.

No, it's something my friend Jack Sparrow made. He claims it can save your soul, but I think it's just very good sweet and sour sauce.

Ah, that Jack Sparrow. [Mulder sounds like he's strangely fond of the pirate- and he is, despite the... well, the pirate thing. So why not, he'll give it a taste.] I had no idea his interests went into the culinary-spiritual, but we all need a hobby.

It was how we met, actually. This...sauce.

[She laughs and starts setting out the table, pouring a bit of the thick, sugary sauce into a little dipping bowl]

I would not overdo it though, it's quite sweet.

I'll try to go easy on it. I'm almost tempted to ask what he puts in it, but maybe some things really are better off left as a mystery.

[Especially because, remarkably, as he digs in and dips a little on... it's actually not bad!]

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