lol. miranda found this, this is a fanfic she wrote back way way ago in like 99' woah.

Title: Reddened EyesAuthor: Miranda Land Email: spagent259@hotmail.com. Feed back is greatly appreciated.Distribution: Why not. x)Spoiler Warning: Hmmmmmm, well.....everything really is game in this piece. Nothing really pointed to specifically though. Rating: PG13 Classification: MSRKeywords: MSR; Post XFiles(FBI); Mulder Return; Scully AngstSummary: *shrugs* No clue, save, Scully let it all out to some 'strangers'.Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, noppperds, not mine. Except the bar tender who never really speaks :)(except to himself; but that counts!). I totaly guessed to as to the occurcances in the future. X) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Setting: A bar in the heart of D.C. A red haired woman was sitting at the bar, getting smashed on drinks. The bar was empty save a few at the bar (two other than Scully), the tender, and a couple in a corner booth. ____________________________________x10:13 pm Washington D.C. Bar May, 2013~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the vacant bar a deep and troubled eyed forty some year oldwoman dressed in gray sweats was seated between two guys who looked nearly as bad as she did. The worn woman had unkempt, pixie cut, fiery red hair. She thought to herself. 'I'm sitting between these two strange men. *heh* That doesn't matter-Here to relieve stress, not to meet people.' She was obviously stressed beyond expression and had been so for quite some time. "Thirteen years. It's been thirteen long years!", the red headexclaimed loudly; not caring of by whom she was heard. The bar tendershot her a sideways glance and nodded. "And I haven't seen nor heard from him... God! Is he even still alive? Hell, I don't even know that!" Slamming her glass on the bar-"I'll have another; straight up this time." Down went the second ---. "Keep 'em comming if ya will. Thanks." 'This red head is a bottomless pit for liquor' thought the bar tender to himself.11:49 pm- Numerous drinks later.....still downing those shots of liquor. "Seven years I knew foxyboy, heard of 'em long before. Not once did we...voice just how much we cared for each other." By this time the bored out of his mind man had given up listening to this ranting, bordering on drunk, woman. 'Hell,' she thought 'Am I that bad to listen to?'. Needing at least one that will hear her out she turned to the man on her left. The one that had been on her right, left a long time ago. He was clad in a pair of tight Levis jeans and New York Knicks sweatshirt. A black hat with a UFO and the lettering, 'I was there' toppedhis head making it impossible for the red head to tell what he looked like. He was sipping an IBC rootbeer from a brown bottle. 'He's hereto get away from it all to.', she concluded. 'But not to get drunk.' Since her 'listening victim' wasn't drinking then she wouldn't either. The next time the bar tender sent a shot her way she sent it back and ordered an iced tea, with lots of sugar. Sliding the straw paper off she began to talk again. Tight-panted man actually seemedcontent in listening to the ranting woman of nearly his age. *smiling she introduced her self* "Names Daaayna, yours?" Upon getting no reply she continued her spill. "As you prollyheard I's gotts no ways of knowin' if'hes alive or not" In thenext hour and a half she had shared a lot with this strange yet,oddly familiar man. Much of which she had not said to anyone inher many, many long agonizing years alone. She had told of meetingMulder, who was her partner of seven years at the FBI who one day,disappeared in Oregon. While partners, he had leaned that theyhad been through lots together: abductions, his and hers; cancer;the loss of her child, Emily; being left barren; there were cases with aliens and horrifying monsters, yet she didn't believe. Somany autopsies. There was the loss of so many, her father, hismother, her sister, his sister, her daugher, their unborn child,her mother, and their boss of many years, Skinner. Conspiracies and close calls seeped from what the jean clad man was told by the sobering woman. When her partner, closefriend-unrequited love-disappeared she found that she was pregnanteven though that couldn't happen to her. Even though it had been thirteen years since he went missing no partner or man had taken this Mulder's place in her heart and life. "I kept his apartment just as it was when he went missing. I'vepaid the rent all these years. Visited it frequently." Letting outa loud sigh, she proclaimed, "You must have some where to go. I knowthat I am just boring the shieeat out of you" "Go on. Please.", replied the man who had now turned to look her in the face. "I never stopped my search....", she continued. Sobs over took the small red head's body. "God. Why am I cryinglike this?!!? Why? Why? Why?" She chanted questioningly. Throughher tears the 'why? why? why?'s' were barely audible. An arm suddenly encircled the sobbing woman. Although he wasa 'stranger' she welcomed the warm embrace. He leaned in and upon her forehead placed a chaste kiss: One like those that she had received some thirteen years and some odd months ago. Noticing that the lips are so familiar to her she glances upward. Taking his face in her hands, the red head caught the man in the alien cap by his chin, hereyes lock with his in the same manner. Like a person afraid to move in their seat when they know that a bomb has been rigged to it, sheheld her self stationary on the stool-the tears were all gone. The woman, who now was quite sober, grabs the levis clad man andhugged him with all her might. "I never stopped searching for you. Mulder. Lord, it feels so good to call someone that-not on an accident. Missed you to infinity. Where have you been-With whom-How are you?", the questions poured out. All the tear streaked man could muster was, "Lets go home Scully." At that the redhead placed two fifties on the bar, told the tender to keep the change, and walked arm in arm with the much taller man to hail a cab. "*huh* Imagine that--right beside her all this time. Ironic isn't it?", the bartender said aloud to the couple still in the corner booth who just replied in unison, "Whatever.". With that response the tender though aloud, but not loud enough as to where the couple could hear again, "They'll never be as close." A smirk came over the his face as he begin to clear the rootbeer bottles and the tea glasses from the table. "Wonder if we are all that near to what we are looking for."Scully's (the red head's) apartment- All night (what was left of the night) to when the sun was up, they talked. The red head caught the jean clad man up to speed on all that had happened. When he had heard all this he recapped "Scully, so what your saying is that in the thirteen years I have been missing you have mysteriously been pregnant with a child that you and I thought could never be. Miscarried that child that was oddly enough mine. Was a assigned a new partner, Dogget: who was killed by a giant man bat. You computer and mine and all of the solid evidence, what of it there actually was, has all been taken. You are no longer with the FBI because you threatened and or attacked all that said anything negative about aliens, me or you, or searches. " He paused for a brief moment, "Oh and Skinner and the Lone Gunmen were all killed by a giant cow that landed on the Lone Gunmen's van causing them to crash in to a tree that just happened to be in Oregon on the exact place our car went dead all of those years ago...Is that all that happened?" "Heh, just about sums it up." she says. "Foxy-you didn't say how much I missed you." "No I didn't. Bet that it was just as much as I missed you those thirteen years. During the time that the extraterrestrials were testing me I can remember thinking 'Gee, bet Scully starts her life over and never again thinks of me. But I knew that, that wasn't or couldn't be the case." A smile came across the pairs faces as they sat side by side facing each other on the plush couch. Tears were sliding down the faces of both as they sat starring-The tears one cries when they are reunited with a soul mate that one has all but given up for being dead. Mulder picked up the red head and carried her to her bedroom, laid her upon the bed. Laying down behind the woman who is already curled in to a ball shape he hugs her with all his might. "Scu....Dana? I'm so sorry about you loosing our child." With that she turns around to look him in the face and replies, "I was so..So saddened. I f...elt that I....that I had failed." With out another word being spoken they hugged, until their armsfell asleep, hugged until they both drifted off to sleep. Silent was the apartment--There was only the falling of tears from reddened eyes.