Title: Then the Rain Stopped
Author: Ally Cardoza
Email: sunstblvd4@usa.net
Category: M, Angst
Keywords: MSR......sorta
Spoilers: I've chosen to acknowledge and ignore some of the spoilers for the upcoming Mulder
return
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never have. Prolly never will too.
Summary: A version of how Mulder could return
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Author's Note: Tried to squeeze this in between classes
and life. Goodness. It's crazy.
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*****
10:15pm
*****
He reached out for the door handle, about to reopen a chapter in his
life he never expected to be shut. But something told him to stop.
Something said,"Not yet." He wasn't ready for it. So he left.
Fox Mulder walked back to his car in the rain; climbed in, shut the
door, and sat there. He stared at the door to Dana Scully's apartment
building for quite some time. He didn't know what was making this so
hard. He knew she'd be angry. He knew that she would be upset that
he didn't come back sooner.
In an exasperated release of air, Fox Mulder sat back in his seat and
looked at himself in the rearview mirror. The scars were there. The
scars they had left him with. Small puncture marks that lined both
sides of his face. He made long sleeved shirts a habit, to hide the scars
on both of his wrists.
When he had been returned and woke up in the hospital, when asked if
there was anyone they should contact, he told them "No." He was afraid
of Scully seeing him like this. He didn't want her to suffer anymore
than she already had.
He remembered what she looked like when she was first returned, and it
killed him. So he stayed in the hospital discreetly for five months;
recooperating. Getting well.
But when the day came to leave the hospital, he didn't know what to do
next. He knew that he had to go to Scully before anything, but then what?
Was life going to be normal; as normal as it had been for him? Or would
things be different? Would Scully be the same?
Once back in Washington DC, he wondered for a while, trying to reaquiant
himself with home. He ended up at the bench at the Reflecting Pool where
he and Scully had spent so much time, hoping to make a connection.
The sunset was gorgeous despite the oncoming storm clouds.But he knew,
sooner of later he would have to face her. He would have to tell her
that he was home; that he was alive.
So he took a cab home. He thought about going inside, curious as to
what had become of his little nook since he had left, but thought
better of it, afraid that his landlord would know that he was back,
and contact Scully. He knew that she would have covered all his bases
in looking for him. If she even was looking for him...
Of course she was looking for him. Right?
Fox Mulder got into his car and drove to Georgetown. His head was
bombarded with memories of Scully. Of their last night in Oregon.
That night was his definition of perfection. He wanted nothing else
that to just hold her. And she let him. She let him hold her as long as
he wanted,as long as he needed.
Memories of conversations about invitro came flooding back. The
disappointment. The constant nights Scully cried in his arms because
it had failed again.
And finally memories of that night. The night where they had crossed
the threshold. When that fine line between friends and more than, was
crossed. It was a night much like this one.
The rain was beating on the window in soft pulses. The wind was slight.
It was the perfect spring storm.
But it wasn't the same.He wasn't fearful then. He wasn't afraid to face
her. What would she say? Would she cry? Does she have a new life? A life
that doesn't include him. Would she even remember him?
So now he sits in his car, staring at the rain as it falls on the
windshield. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her light on.
In a sudden decision, Fox Mulder got out of his car and walked to her
door. He stood there for a minute,just waiting. Not quite sure if knocking
was the appropriate thing to do. And without warning, the door had opened,
and she stared at his face.
He looked at her with sullen eyes. He stood there, shoulders sagged,
and head slightly looking down; but never taking his eyes off of her.
Then she began to cry. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes, and
she fell to her knees.
It was then, that the rain stopped.
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End
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