X-Files: I Want To Believe

X-Files: I Want To Believe

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'"Is the past really in the past? SculIy, I don't think it's done toying with me." Mulder mumbled as he watches the figure disappear. The figure that looks so much like Samantha Mulder. Samantha who disappeared when she was eight. "Mulder... I want to believe that it is her, I really do."' Agents Mulder and Scully are called out to investigate mysterious sightings and murders. Scully who has always believed in science and rational ideas, has started to see things; UFO's and a strange woman?. Who is she and why can she disappear like a puff of smoke? Can they follow the breadcrumb trail of clues, before time runs out? They have never been closer to the truth. Will Mulder finally discover the truth and get Scully to believe? Or will he be knocked back further than before?
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This Bones fanfiction is set after the third season. Sweet's explained, “That’s a little exercise, if you will, that I like to call The Truth is Out There.” Booth chuckled. “That explains a lot about you, Sweets!” He turned to his partner. “He's a X-Files shipper.” “You ship sex files?” she asked, lost. “What’s that mean?” Booth laughed even louder. Mind in the gutter, much? “Not sex files. The X-Files. The TV show. Mulder and Scully.” Those names sounded familiar to her. “Do I have to watch this show? I think you’ve mentioned those names before.” “Ask Hodgins. He probably have the dvds somewhere.” “Why? What’s it about?” Brennan asked. Booth said, “Aliens. Conspiracies...” But Sweets said, “FBI guy, female doctor, partners fighting crime and falling in love.” The silence that set in, even Brennan would have qualified it as ‘heavy’. Even though you can’t weight silence. “Remember the questionnaire you took when you first started therapy?” Sweets finally said. Oh. My. God. “I’m giving them back to you. I want you to...” “Destroy them?” Booth mumbled. “No.” “Frame them?” he suggested. “Are they graded?” Brennan said to make Booth laugh. "Good one!" he said, high fiving her. She loved making him laugh. “I want you, as a last assignment, to share your answers with the other.” Booth hugged the file tightly on his chest. “You can’t make us to that,” he refused. “That’s personal.” “And that’s exactly why you should share.” “You know,” Booth said, “he would never know if we shared or not. We don’t have to...” Curiosity probably was a sin. But she wasn’t catholic. “Does agent Booth have a body in his dresser?” Booth frowned, repeated the words to himself, then his clear laugh filled the elevator. She smiled.

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