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chileananderson-deactivated2017 answered:
Hi anon. For reasons mentioned before, I’ve changed this to MSR because I felt awkward writing a prompt about Gillian and David involving their kids. Hope you don’t hate me.
“Does he know about the baby?” - 8, MSR
He has been gone for 3,247 minutes and the relativity of time had never been so blatant for Scully until the day she found out, almost simultaneously, that Mulder was gone and that she was pregnant; with his child, the darker corners of her mind add. Her pregnancy is a miracle and a secret. The father even more so.
3,247 minutes ago, she and Skinner had both been brimming with tears, him with the guilt of loss and hers with the wonder of gain. Never should it be said that Fox Mulder never made grown men and women cry. Now, 3,247, no, 3,248 minutes later she’s inspecting her reflection on her bedroom’s full length-mirror. She’s still not at that stage where the hormones will compensate for her lack of sleep, for the nightmares.
She looks pale and drawn, and her exhaustion is furthered by the fact that she is about to meet her mother for coffee and she doesn’t know where to start that conversation. How to tell her that she is pregnant. That Mulder is missing. What this means for her, and for her future child. She traces her hand over stomach, still flat, and tries to imagine the person within while she internally speaks to the person she is now without.
Mulder, she reaches out.
She cocks her head and closes her eyes, and all she gets back is the hissing of a faraway pipe, the buzzing of exacerbated silence. The roaring defeat of a sigh.
She grabs her coat and leaves.
Her mother sits across the table from her, ignoring the camomile tea and studying her daughter instead. She knows, the way that mothers do, that her daughter is somehow both drained and overflowing, in the way that only women can be.
Scully’s hands are suddenly freezing cold and she cups her tea with both hands like a child and stares into bottom of the cup, wishing she believed in tasseography. Her chest tightens at the thought of Mulder quirking his lips into a surprised smile at her desire for the esoteric, his eyes would be gentle and slightly awed and he would kiss her nose. Her eyes grow blurry with tears as she stares down at her drink.
Her mother’s warm hands bring her back. She is cupping hers over Scully’s and is quietly whispering her name.
“Honey, what is it?”
“MulderisgoneandI’mpregnant.”
The best news with the worst news do not cancel out. They do not make no news. They do not balance the guttural emotions that both dredge out in a person and those around them. Maggie Scully, her hands still around her daughter’s, whose hands are still around the tea cup, smiles broadly and cries bitterly with all of the implications.
Scully women are known to cry briefly and silently. When their hands finally separate, it’s to wipe tears and noses with napkins.
Maggie inquires softly, unsure, “Does he know about the baby?”
Scully catches her breath, knowing that her mother is asking, not if her partner would flee the responsibility of fatherhood, but rather if he has something to give him a reason to fight, to hope and come home to.
“I hope so, mom.” she whispers in a small voice. “I want to believe that he does.”
Dialogue Prompt
If Mulder & Scully ever tied the knot…
M: I, Mulder Take-
Officiate: Full name please. *insert Scully eye roll*
M: I Fox William Mulder, take you Scully. Dana Scully. Dana Katherine Scully to be my lawfully wedded wife.
S: And I, Dana Katherine Scully take you, Mulder to be- Shit!
M: SCULLY! God is listening!
S: Shut up Mulder. Where was I? Um take Fox William Mulder? To be my lawfully wedded husband!
Officiate: I think we might need to try that ag-
GOD: CLOSE ENOUGH! TAKE THAT CHRIS CARTER! NOW GO HOME AND MAKE LIKE SODOM AND GOMORRAH YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!
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campaignofmisinformation-deacti answered:
The man traversed the globe to rescue her from an alien ship in Antarctica. HE GAVE HER HIS SOCKS. And she rewarded him by both surviving and continuing the fight, because if she quit then, they won.
Mulder wasn’t there to see it, but the most romantic thing Scully ever did for him was becoming the believer on The X-Files. She kept his spirit and voice alive when he could no longer do so. And he rewarded her by returning from the dead.
Can I like this 100 times? Tumblr hasn’t figured out that feature for us yet, has it…
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somekindofseizure answered:
Ficlet: “Re-gifted”
Rated: PG/PG-13
Notes: Thanks for this, anon. This has always bothered me too.
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The hospital parking lot was underground, a sickly grey hive of cement that urged escape at every turn. Mulder pulled the keys from the ignition as Scully peered out the window, visually measuring the space between them and a mauve minivan.
“Will you be able to get out?”
“You might have to grease me up.” It was a pregnant belly joke, not a sexual one, but the silence Mulder once would have filled with flirtation stung.
Instead, he dangled the keys from his hand, snapping them in his palm, swinging them out once again. He was either playing with an imaginary kitten or he was making a point.
Scully waited with her fingers on the door handle – chin dipped, lips pursed, eyeballs forward. The quicker she said it, the sooner she could get to the commissary’s very decent chocolate pudding.
“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling the sincerity of it like a tiny electric shock.
“Hm? What?” He was faking, and faking the faking, and beneath who knew how many layers of fakery there were. Had he ever really wanted her? Had he just fallen into something, the heat and convenience of her lithe and willing body (oh God, would it ever be that again)? She had treated him as a benevolent donor even as they shared their bodies, their French toast, their two AM thoughts. She could not expect him to love her and want her even as she carried his child, or because she carried his child, as other men did. That wasn’t the deal they’d made.
“Oh, you mean this,” he said, holding up the keys.
There it was - shining, catching the unforgiving lights of the parking lot - security lights – dutiful, indelicate. The eagle landing on the moon, planting its clutching feet in that stunning and terrific spot, lured by beauty to a place where nothing could sustain it.
I think my favorite thing about The X-Files is watching Mulder be in love with Scully while simultaneously watching Scully fall in love with Mulder. Because I think for Mulder it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight but the feelings were apparent from the very start and he knew that. But for Scully it was kinda like “hey, I think you’re really smart and cute but I could never see myself with someone as crazy as you” and as time went on she realized that he was exactly what she wanted and needed. Which makes it even more sweeter when they finally got together because you know that Mulder was just patiently waiting around for her which can be seen in Season 7 episode 16. When asked if he had a significant other Mulder responds “Um, not in the widely understood definition of that term.” Because he thinks of Scully as his other half but doesn’t want to demean her independence by calling her that, even when she’s not around, because he doesn’t know if she thinks the same thing.