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This is Mulder's POV, more inner monologue than anything else.
Disclaimer: No. You can't make me say it. WILD LAWYERS COULD NEVER DRAG IT OUT OF ME!
Let the sap-fest begin!
You are my Amazon, my warrior. I think that lots of people, our fellow agents included, find it very difficult to believe that the five-foot-two redhead with the delicate features and the big blue eyes knows how to use the gun at her waist. They scoff, they laugh behind your back, they mutter to each other, "Who did she screw to pass at Quantico?" I've got to admit—the first time that I saw you, I thought much the same thing. Now I know the truth—that you have the ability and the will to kick ass, should the situation call for it. I also know that if you ever heard me say that, you'd kick my ass and then you'd be out of here faster than I could say, "I didn't mean it!"
You are my mystery, my enigma. I honestly have absolutely no idea why the hell you stick around here. You have so much more that you could be doing with your life! You could be married, managing a house, a husband, and a band of little uber-Scullies. You could be successful—something that you will never have a chance at as long as you insist upon hanging around me. You could be whole, you could be happy, you could be free. There are so many possibilities for you, and you choose the one that has brought you the most grief and the most suffering. The reasons behind your choice—those will always be a mystery to me.
You are my joker, my light. Everything that you say, everything that you do makes me want to jump on a table and sing. I know I sound completely crazy—lots of people tell me so, without hearing me going on about you. I'm not sure if you know it, but when we're alone in the office (which is pretty often) and you're working by yourself on the other side of the room, I sit back and watch you. It's one of my greatest joys in life, really. When you concentrate, really concentrate, your eyes take on an intense inner light and you lick your lips in a way that makes me feel a way that it really shouldn't.
You are my wonder, my joy. As I have said before, you can kick butt. But you are also the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. When you first walked into my office, before I had time to make unfair judgments, before I had time to scoff and to ridicule and to take offense, I thought that you were an angel that had descended to Earth. But then I realized that angels probably wouldn't wear glasses and that assumption went out the window. The feeling remained, though. Throughout the many years that we have worked together, I have never quite been able to shake myself of the feeling that you are an angel. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your everything—they all haunt me, sleeping and waking. I can't get away from you, from everything that you are. And to tell you the truth, I never want to.
You are my motivation, my reason. When things seem at their worst, when everything goes wrong and I feel like giving up, you are there to give me a shove forward. Late at night when I lie awake and stare up at the ceiling, wondering if it's worth the effort, I hear your voice in my ear saying, "Don't you dare, Mulder. You've lost too much to think of quitting now. I've lost too much. Don't you dare." And when I hear those words, I realize that the fight that we're fighting together is more than just you and me. There's too much to be lost and too much to be gained in its outcome. There's no giving up now.
You are my constant. My touchstone.
You are my world.
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