#msr mini fic

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Pool Closes At 10 [4]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

"You really should stop leaving me birthday gifts," Scully said holding on to the edge of the pool. "I have one birthday, once a year." Mulder cocked his head to one side and tried to peer over the edge to see what's hidden beneath the surface. "Wait, you're naked?" He leaned in and just then, Scully flicked water right in his face. "You're terrible," he said and wiped a few drops that reached his eye.

When he finally looked up, she was nowhere in sight. He scanned the pool until he noticed a shape in the deep. She didn't come up when he called out, so he glanced at his watch. Twenty seconds passed, thirty, one minute. After a minute and a half he started muttering to himself. "Scully, come on." His heart began to pound and at two minutes and 5 seconds he jumped. He found her sitting cross-legged on tiles covering the bottom of the pool and when she noticed him and smiled, his anger came bubbling up through his lungs. Mulder grabbed her by the arm and kicked himself up, dragging her along to the surface. They both panted for a second before he yelled. "Are you out of your mind?" Scully laughed but seeing his anger cooled down fast. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd jump in, at least not all dressed up." Mulder caught the edge of the pool, and pulled himself out. "Old lifeguard habits die hard," he said and headed for the stairs to their rooms, accompanied by the sound of water squishing and sloshing in his shoes.

He was fighting his wet shirt in the bathroom having managed to get it mostly off his back, but his arms stayed stuck in the rolled up sleeves. That's when Scully's arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I didn't mean to scare you." "Well, you did," he growled and again yanked at the cuff. Scully stepped around him and without looking up took his arm in her hands and patiently started to unroll the soaked fabric. "When we were kids, Charlie and I used to play this game, who could stay longer underwater. On the count of three we'd dive together and my dad would start the count." She unrolled one sleeve and moved to the other. Her fingers slipped to his left wrist to unbuckled the band on his watch. "I always loved his watch with all the tiny dials and buttons, and the stopwatch was my favorite, it worked like magic." She lifted his watch to her ear for a few beats, before twisting the crown on the side to wind it. "At first glance it looked like the second hand was just that, one hand, but then he'd push a button and a second one appeared, hidden under the first." "A rattrapante chronograph." "Is that what it's called?" She smiled setting the watch on a shelf over the sink. "A double chronograph, yeah." He said and watched her work on untangling the knots he made earlier. "So what was your best time?" He asked breaking the silence. "My best was little over four minutes." She said and with one last tug freed his hands. "And your brother?" "He never got past three," she said and stepped into his arms, "he always tried to make me laugh." Mulder chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "Cheater." "Are you still mad?" She asked, planting a kiss on his chest. Mulder sighed and returned the kiss on top of her head. "No, just don't scare me like that again." "I won't," she promised and climbing on tiptoes, caught his lips for a long breath. "I really love the swimsuit, thank you." He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're welcome."

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Willam pulled on the levers and the trap slowly began to open its' jaws. An inch, inch and a half and the fox yelped, kicked his hind legs and crawled away, straight into Emily's arms. "It's okay, you're fine now, everything's going to be fine." She crooned while the fox licked his wounds curled up in her lap. "Poor thing," she sighed and looked up to her brother, plea in her cornflower blue eyes. Will shook his head knowing his sister all too well. "No," he growled. "We can't leave him," she said brushing her hair back. "What language will you understand? Non, nein, niet!" He growled and got up, brushing dead leaves from his pants. "We're not taking him home, mom will kill us." Emily hugged the wounded animal to her small chest. She might be a year older but Will at fifteen was already twice her size. "Dad will help him," she said, "he won't turn him out." "Sure play the dad card," He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but I'm not carrying that thing all the way back to the house." He reached out and Emily took his offered hand, puling herself up careful not jostle the fox too much. "Thank you," she said. "Whatever," Will grumbled and looked up to he sky. "C'mon, it's getting dark." 

The walk back was far slower than usual, but both knew that they had to get back on the path before they lost the light. With Will ahead, Emily kept her eyes on her ward, mindful of his every twitch and whine. They didn't speak until the trees parted and lights winked at them in distance. Beyond the meadow that fell all the way to the house. Smoke rose from the chimney and it was almost supper time. Will slowed his step and they walked side by side through the tall grass. "Mom will take care of him," he said, scratching the fox behind his ear. "He'll be good as new in no time." Emily nodded but her fingers twined through the animal's soft coat, "I hope so but at the same time, he's so beautiful I want to keep him forever." "You know you can't keep him, he's a wild animal." Will said but his tone wasn't unkind. "I know," Emily sighed. "Wild things are beautiful because they are wild." The fox rested his head on Emily's arm and when the sun winked through the clouds one last time, his fur and her hair long, flowing hair seemed to ignite. 

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Pool Closes At 10 [3]

[part 1] [part 2]

Working on a tight budget they stopped renting separate cars on cases that were low profile and this assignment was basically a field trip prompted by Mulder's restlessness. They split the workload. He interviewed witnesses, she combed through town archives. The good news was, she got the air conditioned offices, bad - she hasn't seen him since before lunch.

They agreed to compare notes over dinner and Scully hitched a ride back to the motel with a nosy female deputy, fending off thinly vailed questions about the marital status of her partner. She nodded to the woman at the reception and climbed the stairs to their rooms looking at the pool shimmering in the last rays of sunshine. She wished she could dive into the cool water and wash away the day but she wasn't one to mix business with pleasure. Mulder was the one who could turn an investigation into a weekend in Atlantic City, pick up tickets to a football game in town or know to pack swimsuit because the motel just might happen to have one. She fished out her key and opening the door, she was surprised by cool air and a gift bag waiting in the middle of her bed. "You didn't," she sighed and opened the attached card. "Happy very late birthday, The Fiji Mermaid." She recognized Mulder's handwriting at once, but it was the clumsy drawing that made her laugh. A vaguely humanoid figure with fish tail instead of legs, he even drew the scales. Scully dreaded what she might find inside, knowing Mulder it might be a polyester stocking with rubber fins attached at the end, but not this time. It was a simple one piece sport swimsuit, black with white trim and low cut back. A glance at her watch told her she had at least half an hour before Mulder got there. She stripped out of her work clothes and tried the suit on. It fit her perfectly and there even was a pair of flip-flops in the bag to go with it. "You know me so well," she sighed happily, and grabbing a towel, went downstairs to wait for Mulder.

Stopping at a red light, Mulder yanked on his tie and rolled up his sleeves. He interviewed twelve witnesses in a 30 mile radius of the sighting and if someone opened his scull right now, his brain would probably resemble a grayish-pink mush. He needed rest before he even began to make sense of the information he gathered and even then, he was pretty sure it wouldn't amount to much. Another questionable sighting based on a shaky video and a few blurry photos of lights. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no military installations in the area, he wouldn't even bother Scully with the trip, a few phone calls would suffice. He was hopeful at first, but his enthusiasm died very easily these days. They ran the X-files and it was their job to gather facts, catalogue them and file away for future reference but years of experience, loss and disappointment had left their mark on his faith. Few years back the lack of resolution would fuel his frustration for weeks, now he simply let himself enjoy the process and time spent working on site. Better Scully in hand than a UFO in the sky. Mulder parked in their usual spot, gathering his things and got out of the car. Giddy excitement began to bubble in his chest. A faint splashing came from behind the hedge that shielded the pool area from the view of the street. Nodding to the girl at the reception office, he ran up the five steps and grinned. Scattered water drops glittered in the fading sun with each stroke and kick. Two pulls, breath on third, two pulls, breath, two pulls, dive, turn, surface, two pulls, breath. Watching water slide over her bare back and admiring her flawless technique, he followed Scully along the side of the pool and she had to notice him. So when she turned around for another lap, he knew she was showing off. Mulder crouched on the edge of the pool and waited.

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Pool Closes At 10

[part 1]

They had one rule when traveling for a case: no sleeping together. Of course Mulder wouldn't be himself, if he didn't find a way around it. He purposefully set his alarm ten minutes before Scully's just to climb into her bed so they could at least wake up together. Today however wasn't one of those days. Scully woke up and stretched to find a cool, empty space where usually a kiss would be waiting for her. She got up, splashed her face with water and wrapped in a bathrobe, went outside to see if their car was still where they parked it last night. A body in the pool caught her eye. 

Mulder switched from his usual morning run to a morning swim. Strong arms cut the surface in long strokes while his feet made the smallest of splashes. She watched transfixed while he did his last three laps, gracefully diving each time to turn around. Folding his arms on the edge of the pool, which had to be at least 6 feet deep on that end, he looked up. She gave his a little wave and he smiled back and pulled himself out of the water. "You're up early," she said when he came in, trying not to stare at the towel around his hips. "I couldn't resist," he said and leaned in for a kiss, "you should try it." She kissed him then sighed dramatically. "If only I had packed my swimsuit." "I'm sure we could work something out."   "I don't think the owner would take kindly to me going skinny dipping." Mulder laughed and started for his room. "I was thinking more like buying one at the mall down town, but I like the way you're thinking." The moment he turned, Scully lunged forward and tried to tug on the towel but he was faster. He turned just as her fingertips brushed the skin on the small of his back and caught her wrist, pulling her back against his chest with her arm trapped between them. "Now what?" He murmured running his unshaven chin against her cheek. "Wanna wrestle?" "No," she giggled and squirmed. "I wanted to see the fabled red speedo." His laugh rolled through her when he pressed a kiss against the side of her neck before letting go and heading for his own room and shower. "Later, maybe, if you behave," he teased. Scully smiled after him and looked out to the sky outside her window. Blue was quickly turning white, heralding another scorching hot day.

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Pool Closes At 10

"The pool is open until 10pm," said the owner handing Mulder his key. "I wonder when that was cleaned," Scully said under her breath, but not quietly enough to escape the woman's apparently keen ear. "Now listen, you see that picture there?" She pointed to a framed photograph on the wall behind the shabby counter. "That is my nephew, Gary, Olympic silver medalist from Rome, 1994, 100 meters freestyle," she said, her considerable chest puffing out, straining buttons on her blouse. "My pool is as clean as your bathtub, perhaps cleaner." "I…" Scully began, but Mulder stopped her with one hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, we meant no disrespect," he said quickly, blinding the woman with his most dazzling smile, "congratulations on your nephew's success, you must be very proud."

"He's my pride and joy," she said, looking at the picture longingly, "if he only had time to visit," "I'm sure he would find your pool up to highest standards," Mulder finished for her, steering still fuming Scully to the door. "Now if you'll excuse us, this was a long day and I'm sure you got a lot to do as well. Goodnight." The door jingled and again they were sweating in the late Arizona afternoon. Mulder breathed in then laughed. "That was a nice change of pace." "Laugh it up," Scully said following him back to the car, "how could I know?" "You could have noticed the picture. The office was practically wallpapered with them." "We just spent 4 hours in a car with broken AC in 90 degrees heat," she murmured, "my brain is fried." "Is that an official medical term, Doctor Scully?" Mulder chuckled popping the trunk and looking up, he saw her rub her temples. "It is tonight," she sighed and her shoulders slumped. "Thanks for stepping in," she said tiredly, "I'll apologize to her tomorrow." Mulder pulled out their bags and forced himself to scale back on the ribbing. "C'mon," he said holding on to both of their bags, "let's see if rest of this place passes muster." They climbed the stairs to the second floor gallery and their adjoining rooms. The sun set behind the building and fading rays of golden light reflected off the pool painted flowing patterns on walls and eaves. Mulder opened the door to her room and set the bag inside the door. "Looks clean enough," Scully said, plopped down on the bed and promptly fell backwards. "G'night." Mulder laughed and went through the connecting door into the other room. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled the sweat-soaked shirt over his head. "You want some dinner before you fall asleep?" He said peeking back into her room, she still lay sprawled on the comforter, as he left her. "I can sleep in my bathtub while eating," Scully mumbled back. "You can eat and bathe or bathe and sleep. You can't do all three." He chuckled and crossed the room to crank up the AC. "Not that I recommend any combination, really." "I'm good at multitasking." "I know, but I don't think our insurance covers drowning in your sleep while eating." He said and pulled the sensible heels off her feet. She didn't fight him, but stretching out, she pulled the hem of her blouse out of her slacks, exposing two inches of pale skin. Mulder leaned over her, his weight resting on his fists on both sides of her chest. "You're adorable, you know that?" "I'm not, so don't call me that," she warned, but smiled all the same. "Your brain is fried and you won't remember a thing I said," he leaned low and breathed against her lips, "what do you care?" "You're right, I don't." She grinned and pulled him down with arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was slow and sloppy and her lips soft and yielding. Fingers twined in his hair sending shivers down his spine for a few delicious seconds, before they fell away, limp and tired as their owner. "Sleep," he said kissing her salty forehead, "I'll wake you up when food is here." "Thank you," she mumbled and her eyelids dropped, this time staying shut. Mulder brushed one more kiss on the corner of her mouth, and went to call for takeout before heading into shower. Luminous waves played on the ceiling over Scully's head.

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Night Watch [2]

[part 1]

It took three days for her to feel mostly like herself again. She slept in her bed, cleaned up her place, cooked her own meals and slept some more after that. Friday night after taking a long hot bath, she stepped out from the bathroom and almost jumped out of her skin. "Hey," Mulder said sitting on the couch in her living room. "Mulder!" She pulled the robe tighter around herself and crossed the room, feeling angry blush rise to her face. She grabbed him by the coat and pulled him to his feet. "Get out." "Glad to see you too, you look better." He said heavy on the sarcasm, but not putting up fight as she dragged him to the door. "You said you won't do this." "I said I won't promise anything," he teased, but then she opened the door and pushed. "Wait, Scully!" 

She shut the door in his face. "Scully!" He called, not quite banging his fist against the door, but close. "Scully, please!" She leaned against the cool wood, anger fading as quick as it appeared. He called her name once more, then came a soft thump just over her head and his frantic voice turned quiet, as if speaking to himself. "You didn't call, didn't answer so I got worried, that's all. I know I shouldn't come in like that and I know you don't owe me anything but I thought." He sighed heavily and she heard another thump, just one but a bit harder than his last. "Food's on the table," he said and she glanced in the direction of the kitchen. Takeout bags sat on the counter, right next to plates and a small stack of napkins. She pulled the door open and saw Mulder still there, gripping the doorframe with his head hanging low between his shoulders. He took a step back and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to barge in, but I couldn't get your mother and you didn't call me back, and I." Mulder shook his had and pushed his hands inside his pockets. "I knew you'd want some time to yourself but I didn't expect complete radio silence." She smiled and took a step back, letting him through. "I'm sorry, that wasn't on purpose, come in." "You don't mind?" "Oh, for crying out loud." She sighed and turned around, leaving the door open. "I'll go put on some clothes while you make up your mind." Mulder grinned and stepped inside after her, closing the door behind them. "I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Scully laughed and called from the bedroom. "And tomorrow I'm changing that lock." Mulder chuckled shrugging out of his coat and started setting the table.

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Night Watch

The light was softer this time. Morning, she thought and stirred counting all fingers, toes and limbs, before finally opening her eyes. She knew she wasn't alone, feeling a hand resting under her palm, warm and still presence in waiting, without holding her down. Looking up, she saw his gentle eyes, shadows on cheeks, chin resting on knuckles, elbow on the armrest of a chair pulled right beside her bed. "Hey," she breathed, closing her fingers around his. "You've been here all night?" Mulder smiled, stroking her knuckles lightly with his thumb. "Can't sleep?" "I did sleep a little," he said, his gaze falling to their hands, "once I came here." "My doctor says I can go home today." "I know." "Will you keep sneaking in every night?" His smile turned sheepish but he met her eyes. "This is getting out of hand." "I know." "You know I want to work again." "I know." "You can't keep worrying about me." "Sure I can." "No, you can't. I'm not made of glass." "No, you're far more precious than that, to me," he said quietly. Silence fell for a long minute, steps in the corridor announcing the start of yet another day. She looked at him while his his gaze returned to their fingers twined together. "Mulder," she sighed, a plea and rebuke so natural it almost made him smile. "I won't promise anything," he said quietly, leaning over their hands and cutting the discussion short with one kiss to the back of hers before getting up leave. "Change the lock if you want me to stay away." She rolled her eyes and held on to his hand. "You know I won't do that." "I hope not." He gave her a small smile and let go. "Is your mom taking you home?" "No, I can take myself." "Then I'll be outside til you're ready to go." He cut her off, holding the door open for the morning nurse on his way out. Scully fell back on her pillows and tried not to fume too much while the nurse checked her blood pressure. "Impossible man," she murmured and the nurse chuckled. "They don't make them like that anymore."

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New Baby

A/N: Dear Nony, since writing is extremely hard these days I don’t have the exact story you requested but back in the day, I did write a similar scenario inside my Emily AU and I don’t think I’ve ever posted it here. I hope this will do. 

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It wasn't supposed to be that way. She wore the soft pink dress, her favorite, with small flowers embroidered around the edge of the skirt and white shiny shoes that always made her really happy because they made the same sound as her moms' shoes on the wooden floor. When she walked down the long pink and blue corridor, holding her daddy's hand she could see that he was forcing himself to walk slowly, trying hard to match her pace, although he'd much rather lift her up into his arms and run like crazy to be back with mom and the new baby. Emily was a big sister now and she felt she should act like one.

Baby William is so small. He just wriggles and yawns and cries and sleeps and eats. Sleep and eat and then sleep some more. Maybe he's tired. He must be tired, mom and dad sure look tired, but they can't stop smiling, and look at him, and cary him around and talk to him in funny voices, and make Emily feel like she's not there. When mom came home with baby Will (not Bill!) everybody was waiting for him. Grandma Maggie, all three uncles, mommy's friend from work, miss Monica and her not-boyfriend John, Emily thinks it must be an FBI thing. Even Mr. Skinner stoped by. Uncle Bill called, but not even that could dampen dad's spirit. He practically refused to put the baby down, even when he made to smelliest poop ever! "Now who's a little party pooper?" He laughed wrinkling his nose. "He's got that from you Scully." "No he doesn't!" Mom argued smiling. "Let's see, out of people in this room, who can silence a meeting with one bat-crap crazy theory?" Dad just laughed and went upstairs to change Will's diaper. The party went on, the new baby sleept peacefully going around from hands to hands, and no one noticed when Emily disappeared.

"It wasn't supposed to be that way." Emily said to herself sitting on the floor leaning against her bed, almost hidden from view of anyone who might enter her room. The baby was not supposed to take her place. She never was that little baby egg roll for them, they never laughed at her every sigh and yawn, or carried her around all day long, or kissed her every 3 minutes no matter if she slept or screamed her lungs out. Because she wasn't theirs. She might be mommy's but not like that. Mommy didn't carry her in her belly for months, and Mulder sure wasn't her real daddy. Even tough she loved them all the same, she loved them very much. She loved the times dad took her out for ice cream, or when mom made her hot chocolate when she couldn't sleep. Or that time when she scraped her knees learning how to ride a bike, and dad gave her a piggyback ride home so that mom could take care of her scrapes because she was very good at that, he knew because she was his doctor too. But now, what if they didn't want her anymore?

"Emily?" Mulder knocked softly on the door and saw Emily try to wipe away tears with the edge of her sleeve, before he could see them. "Yeah?"  "Is everything alright?" "I'm fine, dad." She sniffed loudly and he sat down beside her on the floor, wrapping his arm around her. His concern broke her resolve and Emily started to sob violently into his shirt.  "Oh no baby, why are you crying?" He pulled her into his lap and rocked her gently, rubbing her back, hiding her in his arms. "Don't cry sweetie, talk to me."  He crooned to her but his words only made her cry harder, so dropping kisses on the top of her head, he held her fast and waited for her to calm down enough to speak. Scully found them and crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside them. "What happened?" She asked, looking at Mulder for explanation. He had none. "Emily, honey, what's wrong?" "You..." Emily tried to take a shaky breath between sobs, "you don't want me anymore!" Another wave of fear rolled through her and she started to cry again. Mulder's arms tightened around her and Scully scooted closer to put her arms around the both of them. "Emily, baby, don't say that." Mulder breathed into her ear, his voice shaking slightly. "We love you more than ever," Scully said, kissing her head, "is this about Will?" Emily nodded slightly, slowly starting to calm down. "You're afraid that now when we have him, we won't love you anymore?" Mulder asked and Emily's arms tightened around him. "Listen to me Emily," Scully looked at her daughter then up, at the love of her life, "when you love someone, nothing can change that." "No one can touch that," Mulder added softly. "It's the only truth that no one can deny or hide,” she said. "Whatever happens in your life, it's the one thing you can be sure of, that we will always love you.” "More than anything in the world." Mulder said, then added more playfully. "This or any other world out there." Emily slowly looked up at them with a first hint of a smile in days. Scully wiped the last tears off her face and Mulder kissed her forehead, smiling softly. "Better?" She asked with a smile and reached out to wipe Mulder’s tears as well. "Yes" Emily breathed deeply and reached for a tissue from her bedside table. "Good, now go get cleaned up and let's eat." Emily untangled herself from their arms and headed for the bathroom. "You're a great mom, Scully," Mulder whispered kissing her lips softly, once their daughter was out of sight. "Only because I have help,” Scully smiled and kissed him back. 

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Love & Heartbreak

A/N: Emily AU

Emily was walking home quickly, trying to figure out how to make sense of what she was feeling. Her hands were shaking, heart beating too fast. She tried biting her lip to hold back a smile, but it only made her smile wider. She hugged the books she was carrying, reliving how they hit the floor when she bumped into him between the book shelves in the school library. How he knelt and helped her pick them up and apologized for his clumsiness, saying something about walking and reading at the same time. She felt her fingers tingle when they brushed his as they both reached to pick up the last book of the floor. She noticed his eyes just inches away. She never thought she would do this and flushed again at the memory. She kissed a boy! In the library! She kissed him as if it was now or never. And then ran away! "EMILY" she heard him calling, running to catch up to her "You forgot this" he panted handing her a biology textbook, which she noticed was not hers. "Thank" she wanted to say but couldn't finish because his quick kiss caught her lips. "You" he finished for her quietly, and was gone before she even knew it. Like she lost time for a minute.

Mulder was sitting in his car with Will in the back seat, waiting for Emily to finish the swim team practice. He was watching as she talked to one of her friends in the doorway. The boy's taller than her, though that wasn't too hard to accomplish really, looked confident and apparently interested in her. Probably captain of the boys team. She listened to him politely as he explained something to her gesturing animatedly. Mulder knew that look. He saw it on her mother often enough, listening to countless local officials, cops, sheriffs, doctors, victims and witnesses. 99 percent of her attention on the boy. He thought to himself, is this it? Is this the boy that will make her heart beat faster? "She doesn't even like him" Will piped up, not taking his eyes from his comic book. "How do you know?" He looked at Will in the rearview mirror. "I just know" he replied with a shrug, and Mulder looked back to Emily, to see as she casually moved her hand behind her back as another boy brushed passed them saying something in a hurry, his goodbyes probably. The boy had messy dark hair, was tall for his age, and giving the time and place must have been on the swim team as well. He noticed something familiar about him. The smile spreading across his face as he passed him on his bike. Mulder knew that smile because he saw it often enough as well. On his own face. "How about this one?" He asked Will, who shrugged again but with a smile this time.

He knows fear, fear is blue, mom and dad are blue sometimes. When they are blue, someone usually ends up in a hospital. He knows anger, anger is gray, the color of smoke and it smells like cigarettes. Happiness is different for everyone, but still unmistakable, it's when people shine the brightest, for mom it's sunflower yellow, for dad it's something between orange and red, the closest thing being Em's hair color, and as he suspects mom's as well. He doesn't get how it works, but he accepts it. He's lived his whole life like this. In time the colors fade, blur and mix as he starts to better understand emotions of others. He knows them because he sees them. He feels them, other people's feelings.

Mulder found Will curled up on the couch. Usually he was doing homework in his room right after he got back from school, took after his mother that way, but today textbooks littered the coffee table in front of him. He must have gave up on them a while ago, because on tv Han Solo was trying to blast his way out of detention block AA23. He was hugging a pillow and watching Star Wars. Again. "Hey buddy, what's wrong?" "I can't stand it up there" "Your room?" "Emily's. She had a fight with Lucas. Again."

The swing had seen better days, but it's the one place she liked to go where no one bothered her. The slow sway back and forth, as mindless as cracking of sunflower seeds and spitting shells under her feet. He found her there, invaded her refuge unaware of the silent agreement they had at home. "Why did you run away?" Lucas asked sitting next to her "You think I want this?" Emily hung her head, hiding behind a curtain of hair. She knew it wasn't his fault. Salt from the seeds burned her lips, burned the feeling of his kiss. She wanted to forget. "Go away" her eyes burned as well, her throat almost closed. "Why?" He reached for her hand but she quickly pulled away. "Just go" "We still have a month, Em." A month, their sentence. "I don't..." his voice broke "Tomorrow" was all she could say, she needed time, she needed her mom, she needed her strength.

Mulder walked through the yard with every intention of protecting his daughter from whatever pain the boy might cause her, but as the kid walked his way and nodded at him, his eyes red, jaw clenched, unable to speak, he stopped himself. The kid looked as if he was in just as much pain as her. Emily stayed in her place, and he walked to her. Her fist clenched around the bag of seeds in her lap, her shoulders trembled with held back tears. Like her mother, she suffered in silence. He knelt before her, stoping her from swinging away with his palms on her bony knees. "What happened?" He asked, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, it was growing long, almost reaching her shoulder this year, she'll probably want to cut it again soon, he wondered. She looked up at him in that moment and her resolve broke, a hitched breath turned into a sob and tears spilled down her cheeks and she collapsed into his arms, crying and holding on as tight as her 16 year old arms would allow. All Mulder could do was hold on to her, hold her pieces together as she fell apart, still oblivious to reasons behind it. Her breath hitched, body trembling, she tried to speak but her voice wouldn't come washed away by wave after wave of tears that shook her. He stroked her back, her head, whispered words of comfort swallowing his own tears. Her pain was his pain, forever. He managed to the loose track of time before she calmed and took a shuddering breath, his shirt felt damp and cold when her grip loosened. "He's leaving" she said in a small voice, still hidden in his arms, "He dumped you?" Mulder tried to take a look at her face but she only hid deeper, hugged him tighter. "No, he's leaving, moving to London" she whispered "It's over" His heart broke for her and he pulled her closer, the powerlessness, the injustice, it had to feel like the end of the world to her. "Oh baby, don't say that" he tried to find words to ease her pain, but his own brain struggled through haze of memories. "But it's the truth" she sniffed and pulled away, wiping her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "I'll never see him again" He knew the feelings all to well, each time he came close to losing Scully, it felt like drowning. But Emily was still so young with whole life ahead of her. Mulder searched for some shred of hope she could hold on to, a thread to tie around her heart, to keep it from breaking beyond repair "You never know, and even miles apart, you still can be friends." All he could do was hope he was right this time, he and Phoebe, his high school love didn't have that much luck, but he couldn't tell her that. "He'll forget about me" her lip started to tremble dangerously as he took her sweet face in his hands to look into her eyes "No, baby, he won't!" He said with full confidence this time before pressing a kiss to her forehead "Nobody forgets their first love"

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If I Had Friends

A/N: don’t ask me how drunk I was writing this. Again, I’m not editing this. If you’re a writer struggling with form, this one’s for you. Write more, learn more. No matter how cheesy it will feel in 3 years time. 

"What would you tell your friends about me?" "You mean if I'd still have friends to talk to about you? Girlfriends, you mean?" "I have monopolized you." He admitted with a hint of regret in his voice, he regretted every loss in her life he might be the cause of. "Does that bother you?" "Not as much as it used to" she smiled and kissed him, brushing her tongue against his, teasing him "Are you fishing for compliments?" "What if I am?" His body was pressed to hers, skin touching skin, everywhere. Dana Scully was not one of those girls who slept naked for no reason. She laid beside him with her head propped up on one hand, arm bent at the elbow, her face hovering over his. Soft hairs on his chest tickled her breast with every breath. Her thigh was trapped between his, legs tangled like vines. She tried to think about it. His lean body, all toned muscle, long legs and arms, broad shoulders, great ass. She studied his face. From the lines on his forehead, many of which she gave him personally, running her finger down his nose, which she loved as much as he hated it. The dark circles under his beautiful hazel eyes, thankfully fading, now that he finally started getting more sleep. The midnight shade on his cheek, scratching gently the back of her hand as her eyes follow her index finger to his full bottom lip, her second favorite part of him. That soft pillow upon which she may now rest her lips. She found her home there, her tongue finally met that long distance friend and fell in love with him. Their tongues were long distance lovers for years now. A pair of messengers, passing letters between the Queen and the King, her mind and his. She leaned over him, running fingers through his hair, short silky strands tickling the palm of her hand as she spared a thought for the times she wasted when he wore them a bit longer. Cupping his cheek she touched the tip of her tongue to his lips, like a magic spell, Open SaysMe, ComeIn SaysHe. The messengers embraced each other, like a pair of lovers eager to show rather than tell. His hands roamed the planes and valleys of her back, pulling her so close, she could feel his heart calling her name with it's beat, scattering her thoughts like a kid running through fallen leaves. The red ones were his boyish charm, invisible to him the colorblind kid, the yellow ones for all the times he was her friend, the green leaves still gracing the trees for his care, evergreen in the garden of her mind palace, preserved forever in this timeless moment. She wanted to tell him this, but nothing seemed fit, she never was one to brag, or kiss and tell, or share, not him, not her Mulder, her clingy, needy, sweet, warm Mulder. "What would you tell about me?" she asked instead. "That you're the best thing that happened to me in my entire life, and i've been in love with you for so long, that I almost lost hope that I could ever be with you like this. I'm having trouble believing it as it is. I wish we had all the time in the world, just to be here, in this moment, to look at you and touch you, to feel your warmth. That I would hate the sun, if it wouldn't shine through your hair. That I'd paint the sky to match your eyes every day, That I want to chase the wind to feel your breath like sweet air. That you made me a poet, struggling for words more and more with each day. That everything good now means only one thing. You."

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Fancy (un)Dress

A/N: A blast from the past aka OctoberFicFest 2016 in its’ pure and unedited form.

Mulder hated shopping malls. His hatred towards the retched places rivaled only his hate for bugs and fear of fire. One of the few things he splurged on, despite numerous hazards of field work, like corrosive alien blood or occasional gunshot wound were his clothes. His suits were tailored and shirts made to order. His reason was that if he had to spend most days wearing them, he might as well feel comfortable. Thankfully his days of ugly ties were over, since he found that one place where he learned to trust the staff to pick for him the ones that had the least chance of making him look like an overgrown child. That said boutique resided on a third floor of a shopping mall half way between his and Scully's place, where they bumped into each other a few times and had lunch, making the place slightly less annoying than the others. What Mulder didn't notice before this particular Saturday afternoon, on his way to get a new tie, was a designer lingerie store right across the floor and familiar redhead walking through it's door. He watched transfixed as she went through racks of colorful unmentionables with a helpful salesgirl following her and gathering items she deemed fit to grace her wonderful form. Mulder had seen Scully in various states of undress, whether by chance or unavoidable turn of events, but to watch her buy the very things he only recently started to experience first hand was a surprising turn on, and an opportunity too hard to resist. He paid for the tie, not entirely sure what he was buying and headed to meet his partner in all things.

As he opened the door the salesgirl was nowhere to be seen and Scully stood before a stand going through various pieces of black lace "How about something red?" He whispered into her ear making her jump and turn on her heel "Jesus Mulder" she gasped startled "what are you doing here?" "Buying ties and creeping you out apparently" he jokingly covered his eyes with his hand "should I leave, or can I stay?" He asked peeking through fingers with a wicked grin on his face that made her laugh and pull at his hand, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. "Stay, we could have lunch together later." "Great." He laced his fingers through hers and looked around at the various pieces of lingerie that were made to cover things without really covering them or quite the opposite, to show without really showing anything. "Scully, can I confess something?" "I'm all ears" she replied returning to rummaging through rows of hangers, keeping their hands laced together "I think I just walked into a fantasy of mine" "Is that so?" There was a definite smile in her voice "Yeah, a long standing one" she pulled at his hand, heading towards a nearby row of pale blue satin kimono robes. "You wanna know what I think?" "Always" "How about I let you pick three things" her voice was a conspiratorial whisper "I'll try them on, and you can buy me the one we both like" The look on his face was priceless, and she didn't hesitate to give him that one voyeuristic inch. The things he did to her last night made her feel beautiful, hence this shopping trip. "What if my first pick won't fit?" "Then choose wisely" she teased "I'll give you some time to think" and turned to go try on what she has already picked. "Can I get a hint?" The possibilities were making it hard to think. "Use your Oxford education Sherlock" she replied with a smirk. He looked around at the rows of lacy fantasies, adjusting his pants discreetly and turned to the sales girl who reappeared quietly "Miss, let's start with that pale lace number and matching nightshirt, and see what the lady thinks" Almost an hour later they left the store and Mulder pulled Scully close, pressing the evidence of his arousal into her abdomen, and whispered "lunch at my place? I don't think I can wait to see you wear that again"

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A/N: Wetwired tie-in

"Try to get some rest." He said and got up to leave, but in the last second, she caught the edge of his sleeve. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" He looked at her, concerned again. "I'm sorry." She said, not letting go. "For the things I've said. You know I don't think that way?" "Scully," he sighed and shook off her hand, just to take it in both of his, sitting back on the edge of her bed. "Missy's death, the abduction, none of it was your fault." "You sure?" He sighed, squeezing her hand without looking up. "If you'd stay at Quantico, after they closed the X-files that first time, if I didn't drag you back." He trailed off, sounding unsteady. "When I got the call from the coroners office, asking to come identify." His voice broke and she was there, her arms around him, his around her, face hiding in the crook of her neck. "Everything lost its' meaning, the job, the case, what The Gunmen were telling me a second earlier," his voice turned into a mere whisper. "I thought I lost you." Scully held him tighter, fingers in his hair drawing him even closer. "And then I said those things," she said, new wave of shame washing over her. "You were alive," he said, "I could handle anything at that point, even you walking out." She felt him calm, grip loosening as he regained control. Mulder looked up and met her gaze from two inches away, steady, if a little wet. "You should quit, Scully." He said and as he spoke, she drew him back in, resting her forehead against his, his whisper warming her lips. "Save yourself." "No," she replied firmly, "not after what we've seen and been through." Mulder sighed, amused in spite of himself. "I wish you'd listen to me," he said, "just this once." "I always listen, it's just that I disagree." Mulder huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Rest Scully, I'll stop by later." "What are you gonna do?" "Snoop around some more," he said, straightening the sheet as she leaned back against the pillows. "Be careful." "I will," he said and dropped a kiss on top of her head. "I wish I'd believe you," she sighed. "One day you will, and then what'd we do?" "We'd think of something." Scully smiled and squeezed his hand one last time, before he left to try finish the job.

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She sat down on the steps, accepting Mulder's arms and the coffee he had waiting for her. Warm October evening was a rare and splendid thing. Twinkle lights were on, bathing the porch in gentle glow, and he must have gone shopping, because there were pumpkins on every step, one on each end, none two alike, waiting to be carved. Wind rustled in the trees, slowly shedding their leaves, and she made a note to buy potatoes for baking. "You've been busy," she noted, leaning her head on his shoulder. "The day was too nice to stay inside." "And who's this?" She said, looking at an unfamiliar cat who began climbing up the steps. "Another stray?" "I was a stray too," he said, burying his nose in her neck, "until you adopted me." "I didn't adopt you." She smiled, feeling soft kisses nibble her skin. "I was assigned, and as I recall you weren't too pleased about that." "True, I didn't exactly want you." "Mulder!" "But I didn't know I needed you, either," he drew her closer, voice a warm murmur in her ear, "I'd be long lost without you." The cat stared at her with his watery blue eyes, almost translucent in the yellow light. "So now you adopt strays?" "Just this one, the last Lone Gunman." "So this is Byers," she chuckled. "Look at his grey fur." The cat sat on a step before her, sniffing her hand before pushing his head under her fingers. "He's cute," she smiled, scratching him between the ears.

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She was tucking the blanket around him, when Mulder grabbed her hand. "C'mere Scully," he mumbled, fighting the haze of painkillers to keep his eyes open. "I'm here, what is it?" "I wanna kiss you," he said, head rolling on the pillow. She smiled and leaned over, combing his hair away to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "You already did." "But not like this." "Mulder, you need rest," she soothed, kissing his brow, "let the meds do their job." "Just once." "Sleep," she whispered, bushing one cheekbone. "And if I won't wake up?" He was fading fast. "You will." His midnight shadow tickled her lips. "What if the world ends," he breathed. "It won't, shhhh," she murmured and feeling more words shape, she caught them before they tumbled drunkenly from his mouth, letting him slip away, finally calm. Eight even breaths later she dared to look up and sit on the floor by the couch, resting her head against his good side. She closed her eyes and bid her old life goodbye.

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"I didn't think I would say this Scully, but you smell bad." Mulder turned and began to walk away, taking the umbrella with him and leaving her in the rain. Still, the little satisfaction wore off fast, as he heard her following three steps behind, to where their cars were parked. Their kids, bah. He lost the sample, he lost the case and he lost the girl. All he had left was Scully, who came here for him, all the way from D.C. To gloat over her rational victory, probably, but still. "I'm sorry," Mulder said, pausing and reaching out the umbrella, "I didn't mean that." "I know," she smiled, as they matched their step again, "just let me use your bathroom, so I can wash away the stink before going back." "You're not staying?" The words were out before he realised them forming. He didn't mean for it to come out so disappointed. "I mean, you drove all the way out here, you should rest. Let me buy you breakfast at least." He glanced at his watch, "or early lunch." "Fine, but only if it's somewhere near by, because my coat is done for." "No problem."

"You want to eat at the diner of should I bring something back?" Scully stifled a yawn and looked up, teary-eyed from exhaustion, which was answer enough. "Okay, I'l bring something back, you go on ahead." He said, handing her the key. "Thanks." "Sandwich and soup?" "Whatever you're having, is good." Scully took her overnight bag and went up, leaving Mulder behind. Once the adrenaline had worn off, she felt dead on her feet. She unlocked the doors, went inside, dropped her bag on the bed and smelled her clothes. "I really do stink," she sighed to herself and stripped of her blouse and pants, folding them to wash later, hoping they weren't beyond salvage, like the coat which already went into trash. Combing through the content of her suitcase, she realised to her dismay, that she forgot her toiletry bag, probably leaving it in the bathroom, along with her pj's. "That's what happened when you pack on impulse," she thought and, resigned, looked around for Mulder's bag.

Half an hour later, Mulder let himself in and stopped, rooted in place. Scully was sleeping, tucked in between the sheets, in what looked like his Knicks t-shirt. For a second he thought about waking her, but then, as quietly as possible, he left the takeout bags on the table, pulled a pair of sweats and the last clean shirt from his bag, and went to shower first. She was still asleep when he got out five minutes later, and sitting gently on the bed he lay down on a pillow beside her. Even asleep she looked beautiful. "Scully?" He said, the back of his hand lightly brushing her cheek. "Hmm?" "Food's here." "Mhmm," she hummed, not waking up. "Soup's getting cold," he tried again, then added. "I there's cake." "Cake?" Her eyelids fluttered then sprang open. "It's your birthday!" "Yeah," he laughed and the light turned from rainy pale to Scully's-hair-russet. "Happy birthday, Mulder." She whispered in his ear, toppling him onto his back, all warm and soft and in his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He managed a chuckle, stroking her back. "Thanks." Scully lifted herself on one elbow, tucking strand of hair behind one ear, and smiled at him, not bothered at all by his arms around her. "What do you wanna do?" 'This' was his first thought, but he was sure it wasn't what she was offering. "Let's have lunch first." He said instead. "And then what?" "I don't know, are you staying?" "Is that what you want?" "Only if you want to." "I'd have to borrow your soap," she teased and her voce made him bold. Mulder stretched, burying his nose in the side of her neck, breathing in and making her laugh. "What's mine is yours," he mumbled into her hair before falling back, and meeting her gaze. "Please, stay." "Okay."

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Red emergency light casts deeper shadows, she thinks. Though there's not much in the way of objects to cast the shadows in an elevator, stuck between floors of the Hoover Building. Her watch shows 8:20pm, and she could swear it showed 8:20 the last time she checked, which feels like nine minutes ago. "Did you ever hear about anyone getting abducted from a broken elevator?" She asked, rolling her head on the wall, to look down at Mulder, sprawled on the floor and using her thigh as a pillow. "Dunno," he said, keeping his eyes closed, "but if a UFO is able to intercept a plane mid-flight, I don't think a box on a string would pose much of a challenge. I'm worried about something else, though." "You need to go to the bathroom?" "Don't say the B word, the coffee I had's gonna hear you." 

"Sorry," she stifled a giggle, "so, what are you worried about?" "Remember Eurisco?" "The killer-computer case? My first time crawling through ventilation shafts." "Right, so I was thinking, what if Esther Nairn uploaded her brain, like she wanted to, and now she's messing with us, stopping the elevator on a Friday night, when there's no one around." "Why would she do that?" "Dunno," he chuckled, "just a thought. Much better than I'm hungry, I need to piss and why didn't I charge my cellphone this morning." "Why?" "Why didn't you bring yours?" "Dunno." "My point is, the world is against us, Scully and we might die here." He opened one eye and gave her a crooked smile. "What would be the last thing you'd do?" "What?" "The world ends in two minutes, what do you do?" "That depends," she said, combing fingers through his hair, "are we together?" "I'd like to think so, yeah." "And we can't stop it." "No," he sighed, dramatically, "a tragic waste." "Two minutes," she said and slipped down the wall, folding around him to rest her head on his chest, "there's a lot you can do with that." "Choose wisely," he smiled, combing her hair away. "A minute and a half." "What would you do?" "It's your moment, Scully, and I asked you first." "You don't know yourself, admit it." "I know, I've done it before. One minute." "When?" "Queen Anne." "Oh brother." "Thirty seconds left and you still won't believe me." He groaned and shifted beneath her, hand on the back of her head pulling her close, his body curling around her. "I'd do this," he said quietly and the kiss crushed her lips, all awkward angle and clashing teeth. Scully gasped, trying to fix it, and then brakes on the lift let go. She screamed, feeling the floor vanish from beneath her while Mulder's body coiled around her, trying to hold her and shield her, from whatever might happen. Her mind froze screaming his name and then pain shot through her hip and shoulder and then, nothing happened. The elevator stopped with a jolt, crash echoing up the shaft as the lights turned white. Doors chimed and slid open, revealing the hall leading to their office. They didn't see it, curled around each other, heads cradled in each others' arms, like a post-apocalyptic yin-yang. "Are you alright, Agents?" Skinner's voice came from somewhere above, but Mulder's was closer. "Scully?" "Yeah?" "I love you."