Mulder Drabbles

Picture: Box of Photographs-Drabble #53

I don't know how she missed this box, Mom had burned everything else.

"Is that you?" Scully chuckled as she found a black and white photograph of me as a toddler, a bowl full of ice cream upturned on my head.

"Yeah, first birthday. I think strawberry suited me."

"God, you were a cutie then."

"I'm not a cutie now?"

She pauses, flushing slightly with a knowing smile. "I didn't say that. Quit fishing for compliments."

At least she hadn't said no.

Picture: Broken Clock-Drabble #54

Time...we were running out of it.

"We got all of our best men out there, Agent Mulder, we will find her."

I didn't look up from the photograph, the one of her screaming as she reached out. Was she calling for help...for me again? I swallow hard.

"We don't have time." I am trying hard not to bite his head off, he's doing the best he can. "What do we got on the rental he stole?"

Picture: Chinese Lantern-Drabble #55

"Try it, it's good."

"What is it?" I stare at the fried bit of something on a stick. Scully had thought a walk through San Francisco's Chinatown would be fun, something different. I personally wondered why she kept shoving strange foods under my nose.

"It's a dumpling, Mulder, it's tasty."

"Why do I suspect you are lying to me?"

"Have I made you eat anything you would hate?"

"Yes," I grumble petulantly as she rolled her eyes.

Picture: Crossroads-Drabble #56

"You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back."

Was that really what she thought of herself...of us? I'm too stunned for words as she turns and walks out the door, walking out of my life forever. Her words scream in my ears, but all I can think is that I can't let her go. Need her...of course I need her, like I need air to breath I need Dana Scully. How had I not told her this, made her understand?

Guilt told me to say put, to let her go and live the normal life that I had taken away from her. But my gut rebelled at that. Let her go, beg her to stay? How much of a selfish prick was I?

I scrambled for the door, desperation formulating a plea as I went.