It had been going pretty well until about 2:42 am. A bare leg had begun to nudge Scully as Mulder naturally spread to claim his piece of the bed… and apparently, it was a large piece.
“Mulder?” Scully said again, knocking back just slightly. The lanky fellow didn’t nudge. “Mulder?”
“Move over. You’re all over me.”
Mulder didn’t respond for a second and Scully thought he had fallen back to sleep. Just as she was about to nudge him again, she felt Mulder began to scoot over. Scully closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep. She needed all she could get, they were in the middle of a case.
Sleep had come to her until 5:02 am. She shrugged off Mulder’s arm, which had made it’s way across her, hanging limply. She looked at the clock and let out a groan. She might as well as get up at this point.
Out of all the places in all of Kansas, why did that cow have to land in her motel room?
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“I think he kicked.”
“He, she, it. Well, it didn’t really kick but it sort of fluttered. I have a child who flutters.”
“Interesting response. Do you want me to get off your stomach?”
“No, you’re head isn’t bothering me. Stroking your hair helps.”
“You’re petting me to sooth you. I’m the equivalent of the family dog in this group of misfits, huh? It might be dark but I can hear you smiling.”
“Hear me smiling? The truly gifted Fox Mulder… and you know just what you are.”
“Mmmm. Just keep petting me anyway.”
“I’ll be back. In a few months. I won’t abandon you.”
“I want to stay. I want to so badly, Dana. I want to see her, him.”
“I don’t want to be away from you anymore.” “I know.”
“I love you.
“I love you… you’re the best pet I could have ever asked for.”
“I didn’t know I was sharing a bed with Jerry Seinfeld.”
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“Never give up on a miracle…”
So soft, the words hung in the air, filling the empty space with a feeling Scully couldn’t describe. Something she’d never felt before, not really. Yet it was the most familiar thing in the entire world. It was a foreign land and home, sweet, home all at once. Mulder’s arms held her, his forehead against her own in a gesture known only to them. For the first time in a long time, Scully felt completely open. She felt exposed in a way she never allowed herself to be.
This was a moment unlike the others. They’d both been so beaten, so battered and broken. They’d managed to stay strong for so long but now… now she just had nothing left. No more fight inside her tonight and neither did he.
“I just thought…” she suddenly spoke, her tone a whisper. They were so close, anything louder was not needed. Despite the fact that they stood alone, the words were spoken as if anyone could be listening. And they very well might be, “I thought…”
She couldn’t seem to get the words out. They seemed silly to her now and even as tears began to well up, she laughed quietly at herself. Mulder just stood, waiting, watching. He did not laugh. His hands came up to cup her cheeks, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. Scully couldn’t look at him and her eyes lingered on his chin.
“I just thought I could have it. I thought I was at least deserving of that.”
“He seems like a nice guy.”
The statement was simple but it held a serious implication. Scully looked up from her papers to Mulder who sat on the couch. With a sigh, she took off her glasses and rested a hand on her large stomach.
“Are you saying something about Agent Doggett?” Scully asked. Mulder shrugged his shoulders, bottom lip pushed out in a thoughtful look. Ever since he’d been returned and fired, Mulder had been spending most time at Scully’s. She didn’t mind, really. She was just grateful to see him.
“What? I just said he’s nice.”
Scully raised her eyebrows, looking at him. He looked back. Everything was said in the silence.
“What could have changed, Fox? I know… I know what I did was wrong. I know. I’ve thought about it often.”
Mulder shook his head, letting out a deep breath. His hand went to his forehead as if to massage out the pressure building. He’d felt this growing throb for a while and it seemed to only be getting worse. Things had taken such a turn. It was only when their lips had touched and passions had become heated did Mulder wake from the lustful daze that had been suffocating him.
Her hand came to rest on his own and Mulder’s eyes turned to her, “I can’t. A lot has changed. I’m not who I was and I suspect neither are you.”
“What does that mean?” the wounded female asked, her hand coming off his like she’d been burnt. There was a pause and at Mulder’s silence, she answered it on her own. Then she spoke again, “I love you, Fox.”
A long silence. He dressed and she only watched. During their romp, his body had been occupied but his mind has been free. Free to ride the forgotten waves of love making and explore the hidden desires deep within him. Brown had become red and tanned skin had become pearled and white. He’d seen freckles, gold crosses and undying loyalty. It had brought him to a place he’d never thought possible before.
“I don’t love you. I never will. Not again, Diana.”
And Mulder left.