A/N: Hey! Sorry for the long wait. Again, sorry for any mischaracterizations. Keep reviewing, pleeeeeeeease!
Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder and Scully. Chris Carter does. 1013 Productions does. Fox does. No infringement intended. Don't sue. I don't have money to afford a lawyer, and its not criminal court, so I don't think I'll get one. So...*shrug*...yeah.
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I sat down on the soft hotel bed. I swatted at my tears annoyingly. God. She was ENGAGED?! She was engaged to be married! Not to me, either. I had thought about proposing. The thought was in the back of my mind now. She was getting married to someone else. A prominent Chicago doctor. I could just see the smile that would light up Bill's face.
*Ring* I didn't want to pick it up. I knew it would be Scully. Calling to apologize or something. I scoffed. Heh. I didn't know anything. Who knows? It could be Skinner.
*Ring*
*Ring*
I grabbed it. "Mulder." The stupid ringing was getting on my nerves.
"Mulder, it's me."
"Scully. What a surprise. Hang on a second." I walked over to the little mini-refrigerator. The Bureau actually sent us somewhere worth staying in. I opened it and took a beer. I opened it and gulped down the bitter, frothy liquid.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah."
"I just wanted to apologize--"
"Don't bother. I'm...happy...for you guys. I mean, its not everyday that your best friend gets engaged, right? Congratulations. If I was...wherever you are...we could break open the champagne bottles, and break out the sparkling flute glasses and whatnot, but..."
"Mulder, listen..."
"Are you guys really expecting?" I whispered, softly.
She sighed. "I'm expecting...yes." God-fucking-dammit. Its his fucking kid. Because I was too chicken shit to apologize or to explain. I sighed.
"Well, congratulations. I have to go. Bye." I clicked it off. Tossing the phone on the bed, I broke down into sobs, heaving sobs that wracked my body. I looked up at himself in the mirror. My eyes had dark circles underneath and my eyes were bloodshot. "I'm such a pathetic asshole. Couldn't even keep her when I had her. Guess it was for the best."
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I heard the door click quietly behind me. I turned around to face Parker. "Parker!" I rushed over to him. I was so pissed at him right now.
"Hey, Danes," he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back. He appeared aggravated now. "What's the matter?"
"What the fuck was that?!"
"Was what?" Grr. Goddamn fucking asshole.
"How'd you know I was expecting? What was that crap you pulled in the hospital today?" I needed answers! And I need them now!
"Your purse fell on the floor and one of those home pregnancy test stick things fell out. It was positive." What the fuck? Asshole's never been good at lying.
"YOU WENT THROUGH MY PURSE?!"
"It fell on the floor," he lied, shrugging.
"When exactly did it 'fall' on the floor? Hmm?"
"It fell when we were in the restaurant on Wednesday," he replied.
"I never took off my purse."
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Shit. She found out that I was lying. Dammit. "As your fiance, aren't I entitled to go through your personal belongings?"
"NO!" She raged. Goddamn. The woman could be like a volcano when she was pissed, and I had to be the ass that wouldn't move until it was too late. She just bottled up her emotions, putting on a facade, until there was too much to hold in and...Boom. Her emotions kind of exploded. "You have NO right to do that! Even if we were MARRIED! Do you know how much you hurt him?!"
"Him? Who? The guy that got himself shot?"
"He didn't get himself shot, Parker. He got shot by a serial killer. Okay? He's an excellent person, but he has tendencies to be more self-deprecating than a human being should be. And you know what? Thanks for having him get into that pit again when it took me so long to drag him out!"
"Did he fuck you or something? Why are you so emotionally attached to HIM? The guy's a freak, Dana!"
"You sound like Bill. You know what? I'm going out for some air." I caught her wrist as she was walking out. Who the fuck was she kidding?
"You're not going to see him. You're not."
"You're not going to tell me what to do!" I slapped her before I even knew what I was doing. She looked at me stunned a second.s
"You're...Not...Going...To...Tell...Me...What...To...Do..." she repeated, slower, when her fist clashed and broke my jaw.
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I went to this park that Alyson showed me to. It was just comforting to me. After a few hours, when my anger was controlled, I decided to check up on Mulder. The repercussions of Parker's actions could be deadly.
I arrived at Mulder's hotel room a while later. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I convinced the manager to unlock the door. When I walked in, I was faced with a horrifying sight. Empty beer bottles littered the floor and there was a quarter-empty bottle of vodka lying in the corner. Mulder's body lay on the floor, his eyes closed. Oh, God, please don't let him be dead.
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A/N: So what do you think? I know it's been a while since I updated, so I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed it! Keep reviewing!! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder and Scully. Chris Carter does. 1013 Productions does. Fox does. No infringement intended. Don't sue. I don't have money to afford a lawyer, and its not criminal court, so I don't think I'll get one. So...*shrug*...yeah.
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I sat down on the soft hotel bed. I swatted at my tears annoyingly. God. She was ENGAGED?! She was engaged to be married! Not to me, either. I had thought about proposing. The thought was in the back of my mind now. She was getting married to someone else. A prominent Chicago doctor. I could just see the smile that would light up Bill's face.
*Ring* I didn't want to pick it up. I knew it would be Scully. Calling to apologize or something. I scoffed. Heh. I didn't know anything. Who knows? It could be Skinner.
*Ring*
*Ring*
I grabbed it. "Mulder." The stupid ringing was getting on my nerves.
"Mulder, it's me."
"Scully. What a surprise. Hang on a second." I walked over to the little mini-refrigerator. The Bureau actually sent us somewhere worth staying in. I opened it and took a beer. I opened it and gulped down the bitter, frothy liquid.
"Mulder?"
"Yeah."
"I just wanted to apologize--"
"Don't bother. I'm...happy...for you guys. I mean, its not everyday that your best friend gets engaged, right? Congratulations. If I was...wherever you are...we could break open the champagne bottles, and break out the sparkling flute glasses and whatnot, but..."
"Mulder, listen..."
"Are you guys really expecting?" I whispered, softly.
She sighed. "I'm expecting...yes." God-fucking-dammit. Its his fucking kid. Because I was too chicken shit to apologize or to explain. I sighed.
"Well, congratulations. I have to go. Bye." I clicked it off. Tossing the phone on the bed, I broke down into sobs, heaving sobs that wracked my body. I looked up at himself in the mirror. My eyes had dark circles underneath and my eyes were bloodshot. "I'm such a pathetic asshole. Couldn't even keep her when I had her. Guess it was for the best."
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I heard the door click quietly behind me. I turned around to face Parker. "Parker!" I rushed over to him. I was so pissed at him right now.
"Hey, Danes," he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back. He appeared aggravated now. "What's the matter?"
"What the fuck was that?!"
"Was what?" Grr. Goddamn fucking asshole.
"How'd you know I was expecting? What was that crap you pulled in the hospital today?" I needed answers! And I need them now!
"Your purse fell on the floor and one of those home pregnancy test stick things fell out. It was positive." What the fuck? Asshole's never been good at lying.
"YOU WENT THROUGH MY PURSE?!"
"It fell on the floor," he lied, shrugging.
"When exactly did it 'fall' on the floor? Hmm?"
"It fell when we were in the restaurant on Wednesday," he replied.
"I never took off my purse."
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Shit. She found out that I was lying. Dammit. "As your fiance, aren't I entitled to go through your personal belongings?"
"NO!" She raged. Goddamn. The woman could be like a volcano when she was pissed, and I had to be the ass that wouldn't move until it was too late. She just bottled up her emotions, putting on a facade, until there was too much to hold in and...Boom. Her emotions kind of exploded. "You have NO right to do that! Even if we were MARRIED! Do you know how much you hurt him?!"
"Him? Who? The guy that got himself shot?"
"He didn't get himself shot, Parker. He got shot by a serial killer. Okay? He's an excellent person, but he has tendencies to be more self-deprecating than a human being should be. And you know what? Thanks for having him get into that pit again when it took me so long to drag him out!"
"Did he fuck you or something? Why are you so emotionally attached to HIM? The guy's a freak, Dana!"
"You sound like Bill. You know what? I'm going out for some air." I caught her wrist as she was walking out. Who the fuck was she kidding?
"You're not going to see him. You're not."
"You're not going to tell me what to do!" I slapped her before I even knew what I was doing. She looked at me stunned a second.s
"You're...Not...Going...To...Tell...Me...What...To...Do..." she repeated, slower, when her fist clashed and broke my jaw.
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I went to this park that Alyson showed me to. It was just comforting to me. After a few hours, when my anger was controlled, I decided to check up on Mulder. The repercussions of Parker's actions could be deadly.
I arrived at Mulder's hotel room a while later. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I convinced the manager to unlock the door. When I walked in, I was faced with a horrifying sight. Empty beer bottles littered the floor and there was a quarter-empty bottle of vodka lying in the corner. Mulder's body lay on the floor, his eyes closed. Oh, God, please don't let him be dead.
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A/N: So what do you think? I know it's been a while since I updated, so I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed it! Keep reviewing!! ^^