second chapter! I actually had most of this written from a few months ago. I added some new stuff to it though.
I think I might write two more chapters. One more depressing one and one last more happy one :) idk, writing about M&S post/pre iwtb is fun haha
without further ado please enjoy!and thnx for reading! : )
The clock chimed at 3 PM. She'd be home in an hour or so.
Scully was working.
Like every other normal day. And he was home.
He couldn't lie that he felt a certain resentment towards her for working so often, even though he did not have a rightful reason to feel so. He didn't work, he didn't buy groceries, he didn't pay the bills, no- that was Scully. She did it all. He didn't have the 'wanted by the FBI excuse ' anymore, not since charges were dropped against him two years ago. Mulder just stayed home, fiddling away in his office and staring at news paper clippings and tabloid headlines.
Two years ago he remembered the little crack in their relationship fissuring, and he remembered her telling him 'she wasn't coming home'.
He had done his best since then to fix that crack, and for the most part, they were in a good place. Somewhat.
Scully had become so distant over the years to Mulder, and thinking about it, he realized she spent more time at the hospital than at home. When she did come home it was dinner then bed. That was it. They'd talk , but it was empty. Empty talk that was mostly ' how was work' or ' what's for dinner'.
Not much occurred in bed either, which he knew was partially because they were getting older, but also because she didn't want it to happen. She never initiated anything, and rarely responded to any of his hinting. Sometimes, on rare nights something happened, and he pinned for those nights. Not for the sex, not really, but for having some contact with her, some actual passion that he rarely saw in her.
He glanced at his watch. 4:30 PM, she'd be leaving work soon.
He wondered if there was something he had done. Sometimes he wondered if there was someone else, especially on those weeks she'd work so many night shifts. Perhaps maybe she had grown sick of him and she's cheating on him? No, she'd never do that.
He felt guilty at thinking about the thought that Scully would do something like that.
Anyway, Scully would tell him if there was something wrong, wouldn't she?
That's a good question. Would she?
He also wondered if she was even aware she was acting the way she was.
Mulder didn't know, but he wished things were different. He wished he knew what to do to get the old Scully back. The one he'd fallen head over heels over so many years ago.
He jumped at the sound of the front door opening, breaking the silence that held his thinking. He listened to the click clacking of her heels as she meandered the house. Mulder got up , opening the door.
" Hey doc."
" Hi." she sounded empty. Like she always did. Like usual...
Empty like they always seemed to sound.
