So yeah, it's been awhile. Sorry, guys. No motivation. But I was watching Requiem today and noticed something that I never noticed before and just had to write about it. Hope you guys like it
"I'm not gonna risk…losing you," Mulder says, his voice breaking. He stares firmly into Scully's eyes, watching as they move around in realization of what he is going to do. Scully moves toward him, pulling him into an embrace. Mulder holds her tightly, knowing that this embrace could quite possibly be their last. He breathes in her scent, trying to hold it into memory.
Scully grasps the back of his neck gently, whispering, "I won't let you go alone." She tries to hold back the tears, but they begin to fall freely and she hides her face in Mulder's shoulder. Mulder feels her body shaking and gently moves her off of his shoulder. He tilts her chin so her eyes are facing his.
"Scully, please don't cry. This is the right thing to do; we both know that." Scully nods, the tears still falling. Mulder wipes away a tear with his thumb, caressing her cheek.
"I know," Scully whispers. She touches his hand and then reaches to the back of her neck. She unclasps her gold cross necklace and slips it off.
"Scully…"
"I want you to have this, Mulder."
"I couldn't…"
"I need you to, so that wherever you go, you'll have a part of me with you."
Scully notices tears in Mulder's hazel eyes as he takes the necklace from her shaking fingers and puts it around his neck. Scully touches the cross and looks up into Mulder's eyes.
"Thank you," Mulder says, touching the cross, too. He leans in and kisses her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds. Scully closes her eyes. She wraps her arms around his neck. They stand in the hallway together, relishing every second they have left in each other's arms.
Later that evening, Scully sits in the hospital bed, looking out of the window, but not seeing anything. She has just revealed to Skinner the miracle that even she cannot believe, that she now holds inside of her her and Mulder's miracle, something they thought would never happen. The miracle of life. She fingers the place on her neck where her gold cross usually lies, the absence of it causing her heart to ache as she thinks of the man wearing it now, the man she has grown to love through the seven years since she met him.
"Mulder," she sighs, "I am going to find you. I promise."
