A/N: I re-wrote this chapter about five times and I'm STILL not happy with it.
Oh yes, I put up a poll on my profile for people to vote on who they want to be the villan in the story.
Hopefully this isn't TOO bad...

Chapter Three: Together

"This…this just isn't possible…" Was all Scully could get out.

"Try saying that from here." Her partner muttered as he (with a little difficulty) sat down on the edge of the couch.

"People don't just shrink a foot over a day!" She almost yelled as she collapsed next to Mulder on the couch, causing him fall off.

"Are you okay?" She asked, panic creeping into her voice.

"I'm fine Scully, I've had worse." He said as he got back onto the couch.

"Yes, but not at this size, you could have broken a bone or worse! Do you know how serious this is Mulder?"

"Do you really have to ask me that, because I think the answer is kind of obvious."

Scully grunted. "There could be all sorts of medical issues with this, for example, your voice should be higher, but you sound exactly the same. By medical standards, that's impossible! Who knows what else could be wrong!"

Her partner looked up at her. They both shuddered internally at the strangeness of it.

"Scully," Mulder's voice was unusually quiet. "what the hell am I going to do? I can't show up at work tomorrow like this and like you said, who knows what this is doing to my health?"

She put a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll figure something out, like it or not, we're in this together now."

For the first time since Scully had gotten there, the two agents smiled.

After a long pause, Scully finally spoke. "We should go."

Her partner looked at her strangely.


"My apartment, you'll get lost in your own room here."