Title: Things That Make Mulder Wonder or The Enigma That Is Dana Scully
Category: X-Files (MSR)
Summary: A whole pile of post-eps for episodes in season 6 and 7 (not necessarily every episode), revolving around Mulder's thoughts, particularly about Scully.
Rating: PG (language, sexual stuff) - this might change per chapter
Spoilers: Spoilers up to seasons 6 and 7. You'll know if you read the title of each chapter which episode it pertains to.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
I feel like this one should have been longer, but since I wrote these long ago, I left it as is. Feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!
Milagro
It almost surprises him when Scully isn't at the autopsy bay at the time he'd scheduled. He's ready to apologize when she does come in, but she beats her to it. Maybe he's stupidly shocked when Scully informs him she has a secret admirer, but he knows he shouldn't be. That makes two, he thinks after he gets over the fact that his neighbour of all people has stalked his partner, given her this charm, this calling card. He wonders how many more admirers there are.
Sometimes, it's almost as if he doesn't realize her worth until someone tries to take her from him. It's a selfish, idiotic way to behave, and he knows it, but when he finds her in Padgett's apartment, sitting comfortably on his bed, having *coffee* of all things, his rage is like no other. He doesn't say a word, instead focuses his energy on what he knows is true. He flies though the pages of the book. He wants to hurl the entire table against the wall.
"What are you doing?" she asks, and her questioning him makes him angrier.
But, of course, he can't stay angry when he is the jerk. Not when he's so desperate to know that he won't lose her to this sicko. His chest tightens when he reads the sex scene so obviously between his partner and his neighbour. He hates when his cock goes rock hard at the description of her body, her responses to sexual touch. It takes all his willpower not to touch himself.
At least she admits she hasn't actually slept with him. His imagination is just that good. Mulder can relate to that. He's had some pretty imaginative scenes run through his mind as well, all featuring the same intelligent, seductive redhead.
She's always had a way with him, and though he knows he will kill Padgett in this room if he has to, her touch centers him. It calms him. It brings him down to reality, as it always has, and he backs off to regroup. Her opinion means a lot, and in this case, when he is so emotionally charged and heated with carefully controlled jealousy he defers to her when she motions for him to reign it in. He notices the look in Padgett's eyes.
That's right, asshole, he almost says out loud, her touch is for me.
Of all the amazing things that happened – that fact that Scully did not kick him in the balls for being a horrible partner, that the person living next door to him was a Scully-stalker, that Mulder desperately attempted to get Scully to admit she had zero interest in Padgett, that Scully took a trip on the paranormal side, that Padgett said Scully was already in love with such astonished realization – nothing can prepare him for seeing her lying on the floor in his living room, not moving and covered in blood. He's almost dumb with numbness as he walks to her. And as if her sudden return to life isn't amazing enough, she reaches for him and clings to him, sobbing. She claws at his neck, pulling him closer, and he doesn't disappoint, lifting her off the ground to him. He wants to cry with her.
When she's calm, she doesn't go limp and she doesn't push him away, but she does relax a little. His senses come back to him. He pulls back, taking her with him and making her sit in front of him. He doesn't care how inappropriate it might seem, he begins to unbutton her blouse to look for the source of the blood. She doesn't stop him.
He feels everything, the valley between her breasts, her breasts themselves, her neck, her stomach. He pulls her against him so he can reach behind her and feel her back, but there is nothing but skin and the now drying and tacky blood.
"Are you hurt?" he asks.
"I don't think so."
"I can't find a wound."
"I felt pain. I felt like he was forcing his hand right through my skin, though my muscle and bones."
The police are there suddenly, with guns trained on him, pulling him off roughly.
"I'm FBI!" he yells over their voices, but he backs away still, hands above his head. One of them rushes to Scully who assures them she's okay, that he's not the attacker. Another cuffs him and another looks for the ID he says is on the table. It's confusion as paramedics rush in and attempt to examine a resisting Scully. His hands are uncuffed, and he goes to her.
"Let them," he says, and touches her arm, and as she can sooth and calm him, he can sooth and calm her. Skinner arrives, notified that an agent has been involved in a suspected shooting, and speaks with them, speaks with the PD, speaks to the medics. His eyes are always on Scully.
Finally, everyone goes and it's the three of them and the pool of blood on the floor. Padgett's gone, the basement cordoned off as a crime scene. It's hours later, and Scully has cleaned herself up in his bathroom, and taken a shirt and sweatpants from his room and put them on after her clothes were bagged as evidence. She's got the pant legs folded over about four times, and the drawstring is pulled tight. He wonders if she knows how desirable she looks. He wonders if Skinner has noticed as well.
"Are you sure you're alright, Agent Scully?"
"I'm fine," she says, which surprises no one.
"I'll take her home later, sir. I think she needs to rest, let the shock and adrenalin leave her body. I'll call her mother."
"You don't need to call my mother," Scully says. He's glad to hear the challenging tone of her voice. She's going to be fine.
He sees Skinner out, then pulls Scully to the bedroom and tucks her in. "I can go home," she mumbles into the pillow. "My car is downstairs."
"I know," and he watches her drift off to sleep.
Watching her, he wonders what he'll have to do when the next Scully admirer comes along.
One thing he doesn't want to wonder is if Scully is really in love, and if so, who the lucky bastard is.