2nd posted story! I'm proud of myself hehe.
anyway this is supposed to be a 5 chapter fic that is scully reflecting on herself, mulder, their relationship and/ or such stuff over the span of the years. im not used to writing in the preset , so this was a pretty fun thing to write! it's not gonna be overtly shippy. at least not until the last chapter ( which will be iwtb era.) I kinda half assed the ending but oh well. I still like it.
Please enjoy and I'd very much apreciate some reviews, if y'all could spare the time! :)
1992
It's only been a week or two since Dana Scully had been assigned to Fox Mulder.
She doesn't know what to think of him. At first thought she finds him to be absolutely absurd- a man stuck in a realm of whimsical thoughts , refusing to see it's irrationality. He's very... Unorthodox. It grates on her. Scully can't understand him and he confuses her to no end. But she does find Mulder quite charming too, which confuses her even more so.
Scully finds comfort in facts. In reality. In everything she knows to be true- in science. It's something sturdy she can hold onto no matter what.
Mulder, on the other hand clings to the unknown. He pushes away science, pushes away the rigid rules of reality she finds her comfort in. He second guesses everything she holds sacred, which she cannot do. As confusing as this is, it is also intriguing.
He is a complete opposite of her, she thinks , standing alone in the metallic entrapment that is the elevator as she presses the button down to the basement. And perhaps, that is the reason she finds him so charming. The elevator starts moving downward with a sudden jerk and she grips the railing as tightly as she can. She looses her train of thought.
It stops in a few moments with another sudden jerk. She paces through the elevator door and into the poorly lit and empty hallway. During her time at the FBI academy of all the places she thought she'd end up, she never expected to be in the basement with the FBI's most unwanted, or so Mulder had put it.
It doesn't take very long to reach his- well now their- office. She gingerly grabs the doorknob and slowly pushes the door open.
To her surprise the office was empty. She had supposed he would have been in here far earlier than she, staring wistfully at the myriad of photos ,which were mostly of supposed 'UFO's', that he had tacked up messily to the wall. Apparently she was wrong.
Scully paces around the other side of the desk, stopping to peer at the mess he has left. A photograph framed in the corner of his desk catches her eye as she scans the room. She knows who the two smiling figures are immediately.
Scully leans down, gently tracing the outline of the photo frame with her pointer finger . The photo is somewhat haunting to her, knowing the fate of the smiling girl to the right of a much younger Mulder. She can't imagine how it feels for her partner to look at day in and day out. Even though she doesn't believe what Mulder thinks happened to her, Scully still finds it eerie.
Glancing upward from his desk, it takes her a moment to realize that Mulder has already entered the room. His lanky form is leaned up against the door.
" Good morning , Scully" He says, putting extra emphasis on her name, as they make eye contact. He says it so casually as if they've know each other much longer than two weeks. She finds it a tad odd. And slightly uncomfortable.
" Morning, agent Mulder." She replies cooly and formally. She gives him a resigned nod. " I was expecting to find you in here before I got in."
" Traffic was a pain in the ass. " He says while pacing around the office, breaking eye contact with her. She almost feels relieved by this.
" Ah."
Mulder digs in a drawer a few feet from her and his desk, seemingly in that little world of his. After a few moments of mulling over a handful of file folders he tosses one towards her. She catches it, but a moment too late as papers slip out onto her lap and the floor.
" I heard about a report from the San Diego field office a few weeks that I found particularly interesting. And I heard on the grape vine something similar had happened yesterday morning."
Scully admittedly begins to daze out as he begins his ramble. She fidgets with the folder in her hands
Mulder continued to drone on about something. It's hard not to daze out listening to his voice ramble on about fantasies and science fiction. He's saying something about mothmen now. Maybe , she's not sure.
" ... So I thought we'd head out there and take a look for ourselves..."
" Excu-"
" So go pack your stuff. "
And he's already left the room.
She remains in his desk , finally bothering to collect the fallen papers and read through the file. She sighed as the first paper she picks up is a tabloid newspaper with the bright headline saying something about ... mothmen.
Yep, mothmen. She was going to investigate mothmen in San Diego. She sighs, throwing the folder on the desk, leaving the remaining papers on the ground.
Scully is mainly irritated , partially amused, and lastly just a tiny , tiny bit curious- not that she'd admit it though.
She just doesn't understand this man one bit. So lost in a fantasy world. She doesn't know what to think of him.