Love You, Scully
by
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing with them. I promise I'll bring them back in one piece.
Author's Note: This is my first X-Files piece, so please be gentle. But I can use all the feedback I can get, positive or constructive!
Summary: Mulder ponders how he feels about his partner.
Rating: PG
"Scully's in trouble!" my brain screams. Red alert! Red alert! Out to the car, drive like a lunatic, or at least a drunk. But I'm five times more careful. I can't help Scully if I'm lying in a hospital bed.
It's funny. During those moments, I realize what she means to me. How much I feel for the red-haired, petite, opinionated woman who is my partner. How much we've been through together, how many times we've saved each other's asses. But it isn't always about our job.
Sometimes it's about the moments in between. The quiet, introspective environment we create together. The gentle, occasionally sarcastic quips, the worry for each other's well-being. We love each other.
I'm not entirely sure how I mean that. Scully can be a royal pain, and I'm sure if you asked her, she'd tell you I can be an ass. Maybe our relationship is best-friend-like. Maybe we behave like siblings with a hint of sexual tension. Maybe we just behave like FBI partners. I'm not sure.
We drive each other crazy like siblings, that's for sure. At the beginning, Scully couldn't stand my belief in anything alien, some things witchcraft, and occasional things of an even more bizarre nature. But she's getting used to it. Strangely, I think my affinity for porn-movies bugs her more, now.
Scully can certainly push my buttons, too. Her skepticism makes me insane. She shot me once, too. Did you know that? I suppose it was for my own good, but it still annoys me sometimes.
She and I are such opposites, I'm surprised we don't push each other away. But I guess we're like magnets, North and South poles. We attract, even through we conflict more than a hundred percent of the time.
She drives me insane, supposedly I return the favor for her. Why do we still keep each other's company? I guess it's the little moments. Her fussy, mother-hen-like concern for me, my macho-man need to keep her safe. Like, when we finish a case, and she's just been rescued, and she shaking like a freezing woman, and the first person she looks for is me.
And then she throws herself into my arms, and holds me tight, and feel more protective of her than I ever have of anyone. Maybe I don't just love her. Maybe I'm in love with her. I don't know.
But I do know that as long as I live, I will love Dana Katherine Scully, in one way or another.