AN: Hey, first X-files fic in ages. Yay! Don't read if you haven't seen 'I want to believe' because it won't make any sense and it'll spoil the movie. That said, what did everybody think of the oive? Did it live up to expectations? Well on with the story. Read and (don't forget to) review.
Don't Give Up
Dana Scully felt as if she'd spent half of her life watching Fox Mulder walk away from her. When he'd been abducted she'd been devastated, when he'd been returned dead she'd been heartbroken. When he'd seemingly come back from the dead she felt as if they were further from each other than ever. Finally things between them were okay, but the fates conspired against them and Mulder had to go into hiding. Finally they were able to be together, it wasn't very traditional, and they never married for fear of the attention it might bring from the FBI, but she was content. Not happy, but content.
However the worst of all, was watching Mulder walk away because she asked him to. The knowledge that the pain she was feeling was because of her was much worse than the knowledge that he was walking away again. She hated to admit it but as she stripped off her hospital scrubs and slid under the hot steam of the shower, she grudgingly admitted the truth. Mulder wouldn't fight for her. He'd fight for the acceptance of an insane theory, for the safe return of his dead sister and for the possible psychic abilities of a convicted paedophile; but when it came to her he just walked away.
She loved him with everything she had, everything she endured on the x-files for almost ten years was for him. She'd given up her career at the FBI to be with him. She found herself practicing medicine in a small inconspicuous catholic hospital, in a small inconspicuous town on the west coast of America. Wordlessly Scully had followed him, living in his shadow for almost fifteen years. Although he appreciated and respected her Scully still held hope that one day he would give himself fully to her. She sighed, scrubbing the last of the awful day off her skin before stepping out of the water, rubbing herself down with a towel and sliding back into her street clothes.
Then he was gone, and she couldn't help but want him back. He was hurt and she couldn't help but want to care for him. He was back and she couldn't help but wonder if Father Joe's words referred to her relationship with Mulder, the boy in the hospital, or her urge for another baby. Don't give up. Sometimes all she wanted to do was give up. Give up on Mulder, on God, on the world. Sometimes she just wanted to block out the world.
However spooned against Mulder in the bed they'd shared for so long, she decided it didn't matter what the meaning of the words were. If it truly was a message from God as Mulder believed, then perhaps the vague statement could be applied any aspect of her life. She smiled and turned into Mulder's chest, trailing her fingers over his cheek. She could never give up on this man, he did not need her and she did not need him, but she loved him with every fibre of her being and letting him go would leave a huge emptiness in her. As she pressed her lips to Mulder's with pervour in the darkened room, it was with Father Joe's words emanating through her entire body. Don't give up.
