Title: Into The Woods
Rating: PG future MA
Summary: Still chasing after those files. Love, sex, creatures from the dark.
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We can run to the brightest most remote spot on the planet and still the darkness will follow. I've given up fighting and given in to keeping him alive. He is, and always was really, the only reason I do it. And of course without me he probably would have died a long time ago. Unfortunately we really do need each other. When I set out in life I never thought this is what my future would be. But I suppose God's plan is beyond my scope and I should just continue to walk the path that feels right, though I've wanted to leave it for a brighter path so many times.
So what are we doing here? Nothing for the moment but that never lasts long. We're known in circles that most people don't know exist. We can get paid to investigate, or sometimes it just slaps us in the face. He can't run from the mystery. He has to dig and find out all the nooks and crannies hiding in the shadows. When we're lucky, our lives aren't in danger. But were not that lucky often.
What happened to the threat? Oh it's there, constantly scratching and itching like a wound that won't heal. Some of the things we run into are indirectly related, others not even remotely. But with each tiny bit of info, and tiny battle won, we hope to preserve the human race. Though by many accounts it may already be too late.
I dangle my feet in the crystal clear blue water. Bright colors dart back and forth beneath the surface. The fish are plentiful but he doesn't seem to be having much luck catching any. The rod hangs loosely in his hands.
"We should retire here." He mumbles.
"I don't think retire is in our vocabulary." He turns his head towards me and grins leaning in.
"How about a vacation home?" His lips brush against my cheek.
"I'm not sure that's in our vocabulary either."
"Mhmmm. Batcave? Secret lair?" Sometimes it gets to him like it does to me. But he feels guilt; the pain for him is different. William is our one shared deep wound that isn't going to heal.
His lips brush along my neck, little kisses peppering my skin. It always makes me want to giggle, so he does it more. Suddenly he pulls away, reeling in his line and tossing the rod up onto the deck of the boat. Grabbing my hand he winks, pulling me up to the deck with him.
The boat is rocking gently in the water, like a cradle rocks a baby. It's not working on my sudden insomnia though. His has disappeared somewhere, he claims I exhaust him, not always in a good way. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a constant state of exhaustion. No matter what I do, it won't go away, much like the conspiracies I stumbled into years ago. No wonder my brother hates him. Sometimes I think I've hated him too, for dragging me into this life. Dragging my family under with us. For a time I hated him for William. Hate never gets you very far, it's a waste of energy and brain power. And after everything, I wonder how we ever could have possibly made it this far, and frankly every day we aren't dead I'm surprised. But I guess things are better then they were. In some senses we're free, in others we're not.
"You're thinking too loud." Gravely mumble comes from behind me.
"I'll try to turn the volume down."
"What's wrong?" His voice is softer, an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back against him. I can feel his hot breath against my neck.
"Life." I offer. He groans in frustration, removing his arm and moving away from me in one motion. The loss of warmth is too sudden. Before he can move anywhere else I turn over and drape myself over his right side. I'm holding on for dear life. He chuckles.
"I'm not going to float away."
"Shut up Mulder." I mumble into his chest and loosen my grip a little, but not too much.
"So why do you hate me now?"
"I don't hate you, I was just thinking about my life, and how I got here. It happens Mulder people think, even you."
"I know, but I can't imagine a life without you, and you can imagine one without me." He's just being ridiculous. My head pops up, I try to stare him in the eye, but he's avoiding that.
"At one point years ago when we were still working on the X-files, maybe. But even at a certain point then I couldn't leave."
"You had no choice."
"I always had a choice Mulder. My life is my choice, at least the things that don't involve alien conspiracies. And my choice has been you. So stop being an idiot." He smirks a little.
"But that's what you love about me." I shake my head at him.
"It probably is." He turns sober again.
"I wish I could have given you the life you wanted." His eyes are sparkling with unshed tears.
"I don't even know what the life I wanted is." I rest my head back on his chest. His heart is beating a slow rhythmic beat.
"We both know." He whispers into my hair. Why do we always go through this? We will still be asking these questions in our 80's?
"Did you ever think that maybe that life wouldn't have made me happy. There wouldn't have been a you and me. Hell you probably would have been dead years ago if it wasn't for me."
"Bit of an ego there Doctor." The laughter is back in his voice.
"It's true and you know it."
"Yes, you are a true Wonder Woman." He pauses a moment. "Where do you hide that whip of yours?"