What's wrong?

Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately.

[Mulder turns away, can't seem to believe this is happening.]

I already gave Skinner my letter of resignation.

You can't quit now, Scully.

I can, Mulder. I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, but ...

We are close to something here! (turns in his chair to look at her) We're on the verge!

You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me.

(gets out of his chair and walks over to her)

After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?

I have. I did. It's done.

I need you on this, Scully.

You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back. (He looks hurt; she looks away and turns to leave) I gotta go.

(follows her into the hallway)

You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!

(stops, turns to face him)

Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down...

But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest... you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing. (Scully looks shocked at this admission; her eyes fill with tears) I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know if I can ... and if I quit now, they win.
[Scully begins crying silently; leans into Mulder; he wraps his arms around her. She closes her eyes and leans on his shoulder, crying. She pulls back and kisses him on the forehead; rests her own forehead against his, still crying. Mulder slowly pulls her face back so he can look at her, his hands resting on the back of her head. They look into each others' eyes; slowly begin to lean forward to kiss; their lips barely touch when Scully suddenly jerks and grabs the back of her neck.]

Ow!

(seems to think he did something wrong)

I'm sorry.

Something stung me.

(grabs the bee from her collar and holds it between his fingers)

Must've gotten in your shirt.

Mulder... something's wrong.

What?

I'm having lacinating pain in-

(in shock)

What?

-my chest.

Scully...

My motor functions are being affected.

(her knees give out; he catches her)

Scully... (he gently lays her on the floor)

My pulse is thready... a funny taste in the back of my throat...

I think you're going into anaphylactic shock.

No... I have no allergy.

[Mulder runs into his apartment and dials 911.] (on phone)

This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, I have an emergency! I have an agent down!