A/N: I do not own The X-Files or Hannibal. This is an intro chapter, and is very short because I wanted to test the fandom waters. Please read and review! :D
Freedom of The Trapped Soul: Stipulations
"He's after you Scully, I can see it in his eyes," Mulder declared, pacing the expanse of her living room.
"I'm fine, Mulder."
"I won't let Hannibal hurt you again," he commanded, his hand banging on the dining room table.
"You shouldn't be here. You know that. Not so soon after he's left."
"You shouldn't be here. He's coming back for you, Scully. You need to leave." She sighs deeply at his words. She knew she should leave.
"I can't Mulder."
"Why the hell not?" He storms at her. He's so angry and she's happy that the room isn't bugged. They shouldn't see him like this, not with everything going on. He grabs her arms and pulls her close but she won't look at him. Her eyes are downcast. When he finally realizes there's something she isn't telling him, that this isn't about her pride, his eyes soften and his fingers rest under her chin, bringing her head up.
Her eyes are the same eyes he's loved for nearly 20 years, but everything else is different. The long blonde hair suits her, but it's so different. This regality in her clothing, her home and her essence are what he couldn't give her in all of their years together. She fits here. But this investigation, that she's held onto for nearly two years has damaged her. He will not lose her to work; not again. His eyes search hers for answers and when she looks at him, her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"You didn't think your freedom came with stipulations, Mulder?"