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Author's Note: I don't own any of these characters. (Except for Doggett. He's *all* mine!) Chris Carter (the great one) owns them. They're from his own twisted little mind. Consider this tidbit from my head a twisted little addition to his saga. This takes place towards the end of Season 8, I'd say. Oh, and Jaina? Don't hurt me too badly, please.
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When she walked into the office, he was there, feet up on the table. With practiced ease he threw a pencil at the ceiling - where it stuck, there to remain. She'd never been so nervous in her entire life. Certainly, she'd been terrorized by monsters from beyond the grave, and whatnot...but that was a different sort of fear.
This was an anxious waiting, without the knowledge of whether or not her heart would be broken when she walked out of this room. That was what scared her. As long as he was there, and her personal feelings were locked away, nothing could hurt her.
She didn't want to tell him. She wasn't afraid to admit it - but she was afraid of what his reaction would be. It was seeing one of her best friends, so happy and safe with Doggett - that was what had done it. She just couldn't fight the jealousy that she felt...it simply wasn't fair.
Why hadn't her life turned out like a happy ending? So many trials - thought certainly not as many as the man she now faced. He had given up on his pencil-throwing, and was now bent over something, studying it carefully. "What's that, Mulder?" She quiried, enjoying the feel of his name upon her tongue.
He didn't even glance up, but merely answered, "X-Files. What else?" She gulped, and nodded, though she knew he couldn't see it. This was it...this was the moment. Her resolve wavered. Why did she need to tell him? What drove her to this?
It wasn't just her two friends being happy together...it was more than that. She *needed* to tell him. She needed to know if he felt the same way. She couldn't go on living like this, just wondering whether or not he...
She inhaled slowly, and with great effort, said, "Mulder, I have to tell you something." She could plainly hear the tremor in her voice, and yet he did not look up, or even acknowledge her. "I-think-I-love-you." It all came out in one quick exhalation of air, leaving the words drifting upon the air. They either spelled out her doom, or...something else.
He said nothing, but merely continued to bend over his work. She shut her eyes, feeling the salty ocean beginning to well up behind her eyelids. She forced herself to breathe, to turn, to walk out of the room. She forced herself to leave him like that.
Just as she reached the door, she heard his low monotone, barely above a whisper. "Wait," he said, and her footsteps halted instantly. Her face was painted a brilliant scarlet blush, and she willed herself not to cry in front of him. "Y-yes, Mulder?"
He looked at her, eyes meeting eyes, and she felt her heart stop. Without meaning to, she took a step forwards, towards him...towards his voice. She was drawn to him. Drawn to his words, which freed the dam already threatening to break.
"That's good to know, because I think I'm in love with you too...Monica."
END
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Author's Note: Please, please, please don't hurt me! I am not a Mulder/Reyes shipper in any way, shape, or form! I am merely a deranged DRR person, who had a weird idea one day and decided to write it. Basically, this story assumes that Scully turned to Doggett for comfort when Mulder was gone, and found that he could offer her more stability...and so that leaves poor Reyes with no one to love, and she finds Mulder...So, in conclusion, just so people don't hurt me...MSR forever! DRR forever!!! I completely believe in that, except for the purposes of this story.
Author's Note: I don't own any of these characters. (Except for Doggett. He's *all* mine!) Chris Carter (the great one) owns them. They're from his own twisted little mind. Consider this tidbit from my head a twisted little addition to his saga. This takes place towards the end of Season 8, I'd say. Oh, and Jaina? Don't hurt me too badly, please.
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When she walked into the office, he was there, feet up on the table. With practiced ease he threw a pencil at the ceiling - where it stuck, there to remain. She'd never been so nervous in her entire life. Certainly, she'd been terrorized by monsters from beyond the grave, and whatnot...but that was a different sort of fear.
This was an anxious waiting, without the knowledge of whether or not her heart would be broken when she walked out of this room. That was what scared her. As long as he was there, and her personal feelings were locked away, nothing could hurt her.
She didn't want to tell him. She wasn't afraid to admit it - but she was afraid of what his reaction would be. It was seeing one of her best friends, so happy and safe with Doggett - that was what had done it. She just couldn't fight the jealousy that she felt...it simply wasn't fair.
Why hadn't her life turned out like a happy ending? So many trials - thought certainly not as many as the man she now faced. He had given up on his pencil-throwing, and was now bent over something, studying it carefully. "What's that, Mulder?" She quiried, enjoying the feel of his name upon her tongue.
He didn't even glance up, but merely answered, "X-Files. What else?" She gulped, and nodded, though she knew he couldn't see it. This was it...this was the moment. Her resolve wavered. Why did she need to tell him? What drove her to this?
It wasn't just her two friends being happy together...it was more than that. She *needed* to tell him. She needed to know if he felt the same way. She couldn't go on living like this, just wondering whether or not he...
She inhaled slowly, and with great effort, said, "Mulder, I have to tell you something." She could plainly hear the tremor in her voice, and yet he did not look up, or even acknowledge her. "I-think-I-love-you." It all came out in one quick exhalation of air, leaving the words drifting upon the air. They either spelled out her doom, or...something else.
He said nothing, but merely continued to bend over his work. She shut her eyes, feeling the salty ocean beginning to well up behind her eyelids. She forced herself to breathe, to turn, to walk out of the room. She forced herself to leave him like that.
Just as she reached the door, she heard his low monotone, barely above a whisper. "Wait," he said, and her footsteps halted instantly. Her face was painted a brilliant scarlet blush, and she willed herself not to cry in front of him. "Y-yes, Mulder?"
He looked at her, eyes meeting eyes, and she felt her heart stop. Without meaning to, she took a step forwards, towards him...towards his voice. She was drawn to him. Drawn to his words, which freed the dam already threatening to break.
"That's good to know, because I think I'm in love with you too...Monica."
END
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Author's Note: Please, please, please don't hurt me! I am not a Mulder/Reyes shipper in any way, shape, or form! I am merely a deranged DRR person, who had a weird idea one day and decided to write it. Basically, this story assumes that Scully turned to Doggett for comfort when Mulder was gone, and found that he could offer her more stability...and so that leaves poor Reyes with no one to love, and she finds Mulder...So, in conclusion, just so people don't hurt me...MSR forever! DRR forever!!! I completely believe in that, except for the purposes of this story.