third chapter! set after FTF. before or around 'the beginning ' this chapter ended up shorter than the last two.
also I lied in the first chapter. I said this wasn't gonna be shippy but it's turning out a lot more shippy that I meant LMAO!
Anyway please enjoy!
1998
Scully unlocks her apartment door and walks in, lost in her thoughts. Her mind is like a dark foggy forest and she is stranded within it.
She paces into her living room.
Her mind is everywhere at once, but there's one place it keeps going back to:
'You made me a whole person.'
His words hung in her mind like a nat stuck in a sticky spider web, struggling to get out with no avail. She can't stop thinking about it and it's speaker. Mulder.
Scully sighs before flopping down onto her couch. The apartment is dark besides for the room she's in , which is being lit up by nothing but a lamp to the left of her. She grasps a pillow and plays with the fraying edges before putting in beneath her head.
Mulder's still on her mind.
He always finds a way to keep her. He always finds a way to make her stay. Her weakness is him. She can't make herself fail him. She's too loyal and bound to him to do so, no matter how much she's wanted to. There's something that keeps them glued tight together and both she and Mulder know it.
And it's that she's fallen for him, in a way. she'll admit this now. Not out loud, though. Only to herself. It's less to do with romance , and more to do with an intimate emotional connection. A connection born out of absolute opposition. An enigmatic connection that has took her by surprise for six years. It's an intense connection
Sometimes she wonders if Mulder feels it to, or if it's one sided. From what he's said, she imagines he does. You don't say 'you made me a whole person' and try to kiss them if you don't feel for them in some way. But then again who knows ? With Mulder anything is possible.
There's something she does know though.
She, Dana Scully, is in love with Fox Mulder. She knows this. She doesn't know why, or when she fell for him, but she loves him. As frustrating as he is, as illogical his brain works, despite every reason why logically she shouldn't love him- she does.
Scully doesn't want these feelings. It just complicates everything even more.
An ironic unorthodox affair falsely masquerading as nothing more than professional working partners. That's what they are.
It's confusing.
Confusing because she doesn't know what this relationship is. Is it just a work partnership? Is it friendship? Or is it romantic or perhaps they're stuck somewhere oddly in between?
What are they? Why are they this? And what will they be?
Scully's just so confused with it all. Thinking about it almost gives her a headache.
All she knows know is that she's too tired. Too tired for this. Too tired to think about Fox Mulder and whatever it is that's between the two of them. She pushes herself off of the couch and stretches in the middle of the room briefly. Then she heads to bed.
Scully wraps herself in blankets tightly, watching the moonlight filter through the window near the bed as she grows drowsy. Scully finally closes her eyes, the pale light turning a fuzzy black.
She goes to sleep and the last thing on her mind is him.