Title: Something I Want To Say
Author: Caitlin "Jinx" Wasson
Rating: G
Category: MSR
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Summary: Based around some poems I wrote. Scully stumbles across some poetry of Mulder's and decides what to do next. Somewhere in the seventh season I think
Spoilers: A little Emily.
It was late, after my normal work hours, but I had a secret mission to complete, a conspiracy against Mulder, as he might think.
I was going to clean off his desk.
Mulder has always been decidedly untidy and quite frankly, he doesn't care.
"It's easier for me to find things," he tells me.
I guess neatness comes with the second X chromosome. However, the enormous stacks of files and sunflower seeds were beginning to annoy me. So, with a dust rag and Windex in hand, I set out to clean out the desk. In the first few drawers, all I found was a shocking amount of sunflower seeds and several magazines, most of which I will choose not to mention the title or what they contained.
No, it wasn't until the third drawer on the right that I got the shock of a lifetime. There was a folder with the label "To Dana K. Scully." I opened it, out of curiosity, expecting to find his will or some similar legal document that I was to be in charge of. Just try to imagine my shock when I found three poems, all addressed to me.
There's something I want to say
But I can never really tell you
It would ruin everything good we have
And our good times would be through
Yet still I long to tell you
And get this off my chest
But I must restrain myself
Because you deserve the best
Although this hurts me deeply
I'm sure it's for the better
Because if I ever told you
It'd ruin our lives forever
But since you'll never receive this
I guess I'll put the words here
The truth is that I love you
And will always hold you dear
Yes, that's right I love you
But I guess you'll never know
Because it would kill me to realize
That you didn't love me too
I wish it were not true
You can't realize how much I do
But I guess you can't help who you love
And can just hope they love you too
I know that you don't share my feelings
I don't expect you to
I know I am difficult to love
Because of everything I do
I just hope that you won't hate me
For falling in love with you
Even though I know
That you don't love me too
My heart beat faster. This was so unlike Mulder. Could it possibly be true that he was actually writing these poems? It looked that way; after all, it was in his decisively sloppy handwriting.
I couldn't believe it. He had really written it, could it possibly mean…?
I began reading the next one.
Oh my love how you hurt me Even though you don't mean toWhen you hurt I hurt as well
Because of what they did to you
They took away your daughter
Your only blood child
And you'll never have another chance
At least not for a while
I promise I will help you
And give you what you secretly desire
So you can have the child
That I know will take you higher
I promise never to leave you
Like too many people have done
And left you all alone
Without anyone
I could never do that
Because I love you so
And I promise you my darling
I will never go
He really did love me! I hardly dared to hope but I didn't take the time to think about that, I turned to the third and final poem, the one that made everything crystal clear.
Ah my darling Scully
You mean everything to me
I wish you'd say you loved me
Then we could be free
I know I'll always love you
Because you complete my soul
Even though I don't deserve you
You're what makes me whole
I wish that I could tell you
What's inside my heart
But if you shot me down
It would break me apart
Please tell me that you love me
And you'll never let me go
Because I couldn't live
If you ever told me no
I'm afraid to tell you this
And learn that you don't feel the same
Because I know I'd die
Of the hurt and the shame
Please tell me that you love me
I really hope you do
Because if you say you always will
I'll always be with you
Tears started rolling gently, slowing down my cheeks. He loved me and I loved him too. I had to tell him!
Wait!
He'd know I'd read his poems that he didn't want me to read.
Oh well. He'd be happy once he knew that I loved him too. Without another thought, I left my task of cleaning the office half finished, grabbing my car keys and rushing out of the building to Mulder's apartment.
