"He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't hear her when she speaks. It's only when she touches his bare arm that he startles back to the present. Her hand is hot from her coffee mug, and he wishes she would warm him all over. 'Where were you, Mulder?' 'Here. I was just here.' Here now, and here in the past, and he much prefers the now. On some level, he knows what he's been doing this weekend. He's pretty sure Scully is also aware of his do-it-yourself exorcism project." *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*