TITLE: Portraits
AUTHOR: Aloof
EMAIL: catrionab@optushome.com.au
CATEGORY: MSR, Angst
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: 8th season, around Requiem, Within, Without, then Existance
DISCLAIMER: They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox (though M + S belong to eachother)
SUMMARY: In the midst of her grief, Scully finds something intriguing in Mulders apartment...
PART 1
MULDER'S APARTMENT
THURSDAY - 10:23 PM
Entering the dark apartment, her eyes watered once more. They were
almost constantly wet now. Not bothering to turn on any lights, she made
her way over to his couch, weary. Lying down with a sigh, Scully shut
her eyes.
'I really shouldn't be here,' she thought, 'It only makes me more
upset.' She shook her head and smiled bitterly. It was inevitable. She
was drawn here like a moth to a light. She wanted, no, *needed* to be
here. She couldn't sleep in her own apartment anymore, she needed to be
surrounded by...him...to be able to get rest.
Lurching up off the couch with a small grunt, she padded her way over to
his bedroom, and grabbed a t-shirt from his closet, one of the ones they
hadn't taken for evidence. She took her other clother off, then her
underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw didn't
impress her very much. Raising her eyebrow at herself, she turned away
and pulled his t-shirt over her head. It was way too big for her, but
Scully didn't care. It was comfortable.
She lay down on the freshly made bed, and stared at the ceiling.
Thoughts swirled around her head, most of them brining fresh tears to
her eyes. As her eyes blurred, she saw something strange in the mirrors
above his bed. A crack. 'Can't be,' she wondered, 'I must be seeing
things.' She exhaled loudly, and wiped her eyes. Now that they were
clear, she could see more clearly. There *was* a crack. She stood up on
the bed to investigate. She could see it more closely now-there were
four cracks, not one. It looked suspiciously like a trapdoor.
She reached up to touch it, and traced the outlines of it. Suddenly it
opened, the mirrored door swinging open. Attached to the door was a
poster tube. Her intrest piqued, Scully grabbed it, and looked up again.
There didn't appear to be anything else in the trapdoor. Sitting down on
the bed once more, she looked at the tube in her hands. There wasn't
anything remarkable about it. Taking a deep breath, she opened it at one
end and tipped it toward the bed. Many sheets of paper fell out.
catching a glimpse at one of them, she gasped. It was a drawing-a very
good one-of her. The Scully in the drawing was smiling, with an eyebrow
raised. The picture was titled 'In Response To A Joke'. Her own eyebrow
raised. It was a perfect imitation of what she'd look like if he'd told
her one of his juvenile jokes. Shaking her head in disbelief, she rifled
through the other drawings, all of her. There were thirty in total, all
ranging from 2001 right back to 1994.
Scully was stunned. She'd never known that Mulder was an artist. In all
the years she'd known him, he'd never shown any inkling to be one. She
looked through all the pictures once more. She was amazed. They were
simply beautiful. Suddenly desperate, she garbbed the tube, searching
for more. Sure enough, there was one image still remaining in the
container. Taking to out carefully, she looked at it. her eyes widened.
The drawing was a picture of him and her. He was standing behind her,
hugging her waist. Two pairs of eyes stared back at her, practically
shining with love.
"Oh, Mulder..."
PART 2
SCULLY'S APARTMENT
WEDNESDAY - 11:23
MANY MONTHS LATER
They were lying in bed, Will asleep in his crib. Mulder was spooning her
from behind, her back resing next to his chest, his strong arms circled
around her. He was half asleep. Scully, however, was wide awake. Her
mind was too active to rest right away. Rolling over so she was facing
him, she touched his cheek. His eyes opened, and he smiled at her.
Softly, she spoke.
"Mulder?"
"Hmm?"
"I didn't know you were an artist."
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head questioningly. Then realization
dawned on him, and he looked away.
"They're very good."
"Thanks."
"When did you start doing them?"
He faced her once more, his fingers absently tracing patterns on her
back.
"When Samantha was born. They started out as silly scribbles, but I got
really interested in it. When I was ten I started taking drawing
classes. They said I had natural talent."
"You do."
He smiled at the compliment.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well it was...kind of a hobby, you know? I really didn't think you'd be
interested."
"Really."
"Yes, really. And although you mightn't believe it, most of the time I
just forgot. Too busy looking at your face."
"Hmmph."
"I love you too."
She smiled at him, and they kissed.
THE END
A/N: Well, I just had to write that. It was bugging me all day so as
soon as I got home I started writing. A little bit of pointless fluffy
angsty msr--what we *all* like. *glares at noromos* Comments Good/Bad
welcomed.
AUTHOR: Aloof
EMAIL: catrionab@optushome.com.au
CATEGORY: MSR, Angst
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: 8th season, around Requiem, Within, Without, then Existance
DISCLAIMER: They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox (though M + S belong to eachother)
SUMMARY: In the midst of her grief, Scully finds something intriguing in Mulders apartment...
PART 1
MULDER'S APARTMENT
THURSDAY - 10:23 PM
Entering the dark apartment, her eyes watered once more. They were
almost constantly wet now. Not bothering to turn on any lights, she made
her way over to his couch, weary. Lying down with a sigh, Scully shut
her eyes.
'I really shouldn't be here,' she thought, 'It only makes me more
upset.' She shook her head and smiled bitterly. It was inevitable. She
was drawn here like a moth to a light. She wanted, no, *needed* to be
here. She couldn't sleep in her own apartment anymore, she needed to be
surrounded by...him...to be able to get rest.
Lurching up off the couch with a small grunt, she padded her way over to
his bedroom, and grabbed a t-shirt from his closet, one of the ones they
hadn't taken for evidence. She took her other clother off, then her
underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw didn't
impress her very much. Raising her eyebrow at herself, she turned away
and pulled his t-shirt over her head. It was way too big for her, but
Scully didn't care. It was comfortable.
She lay down on the freshly made bed, and stared at the ceiling.
Thoughts swirled around her head, most of them brining fresh tears to
her eyes. As her eyes blurred, she saw something strange in the mirrors
above his bed. A crack. 'Can't be,' she wondered, 'I must be seeing
things.' She exhaled loudly, and wiped her eyes. Now that they were
clear, she could see more clearly. There *was* a crack. She stood up on
the bed to investigate. She could see it more closely now-there were
four cracks, not one. It looked suspiciously like a trapdoor.
She reached up to touch it, and traced the outlines of it. Suddenly it
opened, the mirrored door swinging open. Attached to the door was a
poster tube. Her intrest piqued, Scully grabbed it, and looked up again.
There didn't appear to be anything else in the trapdoor. Sitting down on
the bed once more, she looked at the tube in her hands. There wasn't
anything remarkable about it. Taking a deep breath, she opened it at one
end and tipped it toward the bed. Many sheets of paper fell out.
catching a glimpse at one of them, she gasped. It was a drawing-a very
good one-of her. The Scully in the drawing was smiling, with an eyebrow
raised. The picture was titled 'In Response To A Joke'. Her own eyebrow
raised. It was a perfect imitation of what she'd look like if he'd told
her one of his juvenile jokes. Shaking her head in disbelief, she rifled
through the other drawings, all of her. There were thirty in total, all
ranging from 2001 right back to 1994.
Scully was stunned. She'd never known that Mulder was an artist. In all
the years she'd known him, he'd never shown any inkling to be one. She
looked through all the pictures once more. She was amazed. They were
simply beautiful. Suddenly desperate, she garbbed the tube, searching
for more. Sure enough, there was one image still remaining in the
container. Taking to out carefully, she looked at it. her eyes widened.
The drawing was a picture of him and her. He was standing behind her,
hugging her waist. Two pairs of eyes stared back at her, practically
shining with love.
"Oh, Mulder..."
PART 2
SCULLY'S APARTMENT
WEDNESDAY - 11:23
MANY MONTHS LATER
They were lying in bed, Will asleep in his crib. Mulder was spooning her
from behind, her back resing next to his chest, his strong arms circled
around her. He was half asleep. Scully, however, was wide awake. Her
mind was too active to rest right away. Rolling over so she was facing
him, she touched his cheek. His eyes opened, and he smiled at her.
Softly, she spoke.
"Mulder?"
"Hmm?"
"I didn't know you were an artist."
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head questioningly. Then realization
dawned on him, and he looked away.
"They're very good."
"Thanks."
"When did you start doing them?"
He faced her once more, his fingers absently tracing patterns on her
back.
"When Samantha was born. They started out as silly scribbles, but I got
really interested in it. When I was ten I started taking drawing
classes. They said I had natural talent."
"You do."
He smiled at the compliment.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well it was...kind of a hobby, you know? I really didn't think you'd be
interested."
"Really."
"Yes, really. And although you mightn't believe it, most of the time I
just forgot. Too busy looking at your face."
"Hmmph."
"I love you too."
She smiled at him, and they kissed.
THE END
A/N: Well, I just had to write that. It was bugging me all day so as
soon as I got home I started writing. A little bit of pointless fluffy
angsty msr--what we *all* like. *glares at noromos* Comments Good/Bad
welcomed.