"I want to see you try to write a problematic Mulder: Scully does something risky and later they fight, resulting in Mulder pinning Scully down on the ground." - Requested by Anonymous - April 12th, 2019.
Season (Your choice) - Pinned

Haha, woah. Lol, I love how much this made me realize I literally always make Mulder woke in my stories. I hope this fits what you wanted, though I will preface by saying that I don't think Mulder would actually ever do this. So with that being said, I hope it's not too OOC. I tried, lol.

It was the first time they'd been alone. Alone alone, not the awkward car ride of silence through the busy streets on the way here. Mulder could tell when she slammed the car door and stormed up to her apartment that she was angry. The way she nearly took his hand off trying to slam the door to her apartment told him he was the target of her fury.

Good. He wanted her to be mad, maybe she could reach his level.

He'd always hated cases that put Scully in any sort of danger, but he hated it more when she didn't seem to care about her own safety. Tonight being the worst case of that he'd ever seen.

The VCU needed help catching a serial rapist and strangler, and apparently out of the whole damn bureau, Scully was the only one who fit his M.O. Short, thin, redhead, blue eyes, even down to the damn length of her hair. She was perfect.

Much to his own agitation.

He could tell she felt insulted when he insisted he be put on the case too, taking it as a sign he didn't think she could handle herself. That wasn't the case at all, he was just worried. Which she proved herself - he had a right to be.

The VCU wanted her to dress promiscuously and told her that none of the previous victims had a bag with them. Which effectively meant there was no room for her to carry a weapon.

Long story short, Scully - with no real means of protecting herself - followed him outside the back of the building by herself. The VCU caught him before anything happened, something Scully insisted she was certain would happen, but for that ninety seconds of not having her in anyone's eyeline or earshot, he was certain he was going to go outside and find her dead body, or worse.

The VCU applauded her and thanked her while he brooded. He was furious, she knew that, and when he snapped that she was lucky she didn't get herself killed, he got a short, clipped "I knew what I was doing."

The rest of the car ride was tense with the bomb they both knew was about to go off.

Slamming the door behind him, he stalked after her into her apartment. "That was the most reckless thing you have ever done, Scully. Jesus Christ."

"Don't be a hypocrite, you run off on your own all the time," she seethed immediately, without a doubt replaying every time he'd put himself in danger while she planned her responses to this argument during the car ride.

"Not when I'm being used as a decoy without any weapons on me."

"I could have handled myself just fine Mulder. I'm a trained FBI Agent, or are you forgetting that?" she spat, kicking her shoes off and taking out the hanging earring she had to wear, slamming them down on her table.

"Of course I'm not Scully, but training doesn't matter if he takes you off guard," he lamented.

"I know how-"

"You know how to get out. I know you know how, but in case you haven't noticed, you're short, thin, and small. The suspect was bigger than you, he gets ahold of you and you're out until he lets you out - which most likely would have been after he'd assaulted and killed you."

"Is that what this is about? It doesn't matter when you endanger yourself because you're a big macho man," she explained with exaggerated gestures. "I'm a woman, so I'm just a weakling. Is that how you see me? Am I just a liability to you?"

The fact she could ever think he considered her a liability in anyway pissed him off. "Of course I don't Scully, but-"

"But nothing. I knew the VCU was on my ass. I knew if I went out, he would follow and they'd catch him," she repeated, voice rising with each step she took towards him.

"And what if the club was too busy? What if they lost sight of you and only heard your distress? What-"

"I'd say you have a pretty low opinion of the capabilities of a team you used to work on," she snapped.

"If there had been even one problem, something easily could have happened."

"I would have been fine," she repeated again, the rolling of her eyes that usually endeared him just acting as a slap in the face.

"You can't be certain-"

"Shut up, Mulder. You can't be certain-"

They say people's worry and fear often manifests as anger. That's the only excuse he had for what he did next. He just wanted her to be more careful and she wasn't getting it.

She was standing in front of him, so engrossed in their fight that he knew she would be too stunned to initially react. Using one of his feet, he quickly hooked it behind her achilles heel and yanked it from out under her, sending her falling to the floor. However, instead of letting her fall completely, he grabbed her arms and twirled her around so that she fell onto his back, giving him the position to wrap his arms around her like a straight jacket. "Mulder, what the fuck do you mphf," she was cut off as he raised a hand to cover her mouth.

"You were distracted," he said without any joy at being proven right.

He used one of his legs to prevent her from getting proper footing as he dropped to the ground gently with her, placing his knees so that he was straddling her legs to prevent her from kicking him as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to either side of her head.

As he looked down, he saw her eyes shining bright with fury as he was sure she saw sadness reflected in his. "Get up," he prompted.

He saw her upper body move up with the force of her attempt to life her hands while his remained in place without any effect. He felt her squirming her legs underneath him, violently trying to buck him off with the only accomplishment being that the bottom of her dress was rising up, her chest straining against her low cut shirt with each twist. If he was the predator that'd been after her tonight, he had no doubts this would've turned him on and the thought made Mulder want to throw up.

"If he'd grabbed you like that - you'd be dead," he growled, trying to choke back his tears.

"Fuck you, Mulder," she seethed, gripping his hands so hard that her nails were digging into his skin.

The venom in her words stung and guilt washed over him. He released her hands and she immediately used her new mobility to scoot out from underneath his legs and raise herself into a sitting position. She was disheveled and he felt like an utter ass. "Scully, I'm-"

He was cut off by her hand slapping him hard across the face. He turned back to her and saw her eyes were wet with fury. "If you ever use your size against me like that, even if it's just to prove a point, you will never see me again. That's a promise," her voice was shaking from her emotions and he fell to the side so he was sitting on his butt.

"I shouldn't have done that," he apologized, no words he could think of coming close to capturing his regret.

"No. You shouldn't have." He was glad she wasn't leaving, but part of him just wanted to run away so he wouldn't have to look at the hurt on her face.

"I'm so sorr-"

"And don't take that as a victory, Mulder. Your little demonstration didn't prove anything. I was on high alert with the suspect and was in defense mode. You took me off guard because I didn't think I would ever have to be with you," she reprimanded.

"You don-"

"Even if the VCU fucked up, I knew you wouldn't. I knew you would be watching me. You're my partner and I trust that you have my back." She stood up as she explained this, and she continued while adjusting her outfit.

Then, fixing him with the most intent gaze he'd ever seen, she stated, "Never make me question that again."

He watched as she walked away, locking herself in the bathroom, as he picked himself up and took her hint to leave her alone. Something he should have done much sooner.