Title:Unfortunate
Disclaimer: The X-Files or anything associated is NOT MINE.
Rating: K (PG, whatever)
Characters/Parings: MSR
Summary:Their romance had always been a no-win situation. (one shot)
Author's note: This is my first time posing to so I apologize for any weird formattings. Also, I have not seen more than the first 2 seasons of the X-Files. Other than that, I've seen scattered episodes and know the general outline of all of the seasons and end of the series. I've read numerous post-series fanfics, so I hope this is somewhat realistic.
So, perhaps this may be slightly AU.
Please RR! Constructive criticism welcome.
They had never tried to pretend that their relationship was easy. In fact, Mulder had told her plenty of times that she should leave him.
In the end, it was simply impossible to do so.
The end of the world was coming, and it had dampened both of their spirits. The rest of the world remained intact, while they were both broken in places that no one else could ever understand.
In other situations, one could say that such a pair would part ways to forget injury and start anew—with someone who didn't understand the dark parts and didn't need to.
But life was not that painless. The majority of situations required that breaks could be mended, in time. Their lives were more that of a cracked foundation. Shattered concrete of abandoned buildings that could never change unless total demolition occurred.
So sometimes, in old motels on dusty unused highways, he would tell her to run back to society while there was time. She would always tell him no. Then she would hold him in her arms to reassure him that she was there and she would stay. And then they would flee in the early morning, across plains and fields where no one had been for many years, as if it were the end of the world. To them, it was.
To the random passerby, they were simply a couple. Sometimes, someone would see more; a curious couple, with a sadness hidden behind their smiles and eyes that couldn't be pinpointed or explained. Neither of them could ever explain it themselves.
Their lives together had always been a no-win situation. Scully had always had to fight him, throw logic and science at him, even in the few times she knew what he said was undeniably true.
He had always had to drag her down with him, because she was always too damned stubborn and strong to forget him. He had always hated himself for making her love him, because he wanted her to be happy for the rest of her life.
Mulder, who had suffered many years of regret and anger and defeat, was, in the end, overcome by the future. Knowing that he could do nothing, that revealing anything to anyone would solve nothing, had been the final, cataclysmic event that he could never shoulder.
For Scully, that knowledge was simply another link in a chain of events that had eroded her belief in justice and a law-governed universe. Had made it harder, every day, to smile and know unadulterated joy. Abductions, illness, and so many losses had created a series of cracks that eventually became an abyss that only Mulder could try understand.
They had changed each other, and the world had changed them. The world had not been kind to them, but then again, after a while, they had never expected it to.
So, late at night, after freeways had become highways and cities had become ghost towns, they would find themselves alone in the other's company, knowing that they could change nothing that had happened or would, trying to be content with what they had, because they knew nothing was left to them besides the other person. That in itself, could sometimes be enough.