Losing You
"That was close, Scully," Mulder says. "Too close. I almost killed you! I couldn't control myself. Maybe it would be best if…" He fades out and averts his gaze to study the floor. He fidgets with his hands. He looks guilty.
"Best if what?" Scully throws back. "Best if I leave the X files? Best if I leave you alone – or to be partnered off with someone else?" She takes a deep breath and runs her hands through her hair.
Mulder's silence is enough to tell her that she assumed correctly. He wants her out of the way of danger.
"I'm not leaving you, Mulder. I'm not quitting and I'm not running away. Yes, you almost killed me, but it wasn't you. You weren't yourself at the time. And I knew the risks when I joined the FBI, that I could die, and if one of us is to blame for this, it's me for taking that risk. It's me for choosing to be in the FBI and therefore putting myself in that situation."
She pauses. "It's not your fault, Mulder, so don't take on the blame."
Stepping forwards, she reaches out and holds onto Mulder's arms. Her hands venture around his back from there and pull him closer. "It's not your fault," she repeats.
Mulder buries his head in her shoulder and exhales loudly. His breath is warm on her neck. "I can't lose you, Scully. I can't lose you, too."
Scully's eyes widen slightly at his confession, before she realises that she can't stand the idea of losing him either. She smiles into his silky hair and runs soothing circles over his back with her fingertips. "You won't, Mulder. You won't lose me."
fin.