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Collector's Edition: Mulder and the Green-Eyed Monster

Surprise-- a Part II to @cecilysass's fic list (here!)

Loose chronological order below~

@scapegrace74-blog's (Ao3) None at this time

This date was a fly in his ointment.  If she had room to carry around a potential romantic relationship in her bucket, then there was less room for the X-Files and their mysteries in there than he’d thought. 

The Jersey Devil Mulder is surprised that Scully wants to date.

@baronessblixen/Baroness_Blixen's

Coffee Confessions

“Scully, why is that guy calling you Dana?” Mulder asks, his eyes still on the grinning barista, whose eyes follow Scully’s every move.

“It’s my name, Mulder.” One eyebrow rises as she takes a sip from her overpriced coffee. 

Post-Fire Mulder and Scully discuss names.

Mirror World

Detective Tony Black is tall, blonde and grinning with teeth so white Mulder thinks he is going blind. It’s hate at first sight. 

AU-- Syzygy, but with a twist.

Likes and Dislikes

“How would you know if you like him, Mulder? You barely spoke to him. He can’t read minds.” Mulder shrugs, mirroring her stance and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Just a feeling.”

“Just a feeling,” she repeats silently, even though she knows he can hear her in the quiet hospital room.

Mulder may be injured, but he's still territorial.

Getting It Right and New Possibilities

“I’ll be there soon,” Sawyer now says, glancing at his watch. “I’m getting my girlfriend her favorite coffee. Remind her that we have a date tonight.” Mulder plays with the button on his coat, trying not to think too much about what he’s just heard. Girlfriend. He didn’t think they were there yet. Hasn’t it just been two dates? Scully wouldn’t lie to him about that. He can recall the moment she told him in great detail, right up to him choking, and her hand on his back. Two dates. Meaning that tonight is their third. The third date.

Mulder is jealous over Scully's new date.

Feelings You Can't Hide

“Are you gonna keep wearing that thing?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it does. Scully musters him, obviously trying to understand what’s wrong with him.

“No, of course not,” she says. “It’s just warm and it’s cool in here.”

“You can have my coat,” he says, taking it off.

“Mulder, you’re gonna be cold.” Except he feels warm. Hot, even. Boiling almost.

Bad Blood Mulder is in denial.

Blizzard of Emotions

Scully, however, reveled in the conversation. Dr. Benjamin Cartwright was a delight. They talked as if they’d known each other for five years and not five minutes. She asked him if he needed to make any calls home, let his wife know that he was detained. The second Benjamin said that he wasn’t married and that no one was waiting for him, Mulder had cleared his throat.

Post-FTF Mulder and Scully are trapped in a freezer.

Sometimes You Lose, And Sometimes You Win

“How about we catch something to eat?”

“As long as it’s not fish,” Scully says and the two of them laugh, Mulder watching on, wondering what he missed.

“Just an inside joke between Dana and me,” Patrick says, squeezing Mulder’s shoulder as if they were friends and not strangers who met a couple of hours ago. Mulder tries to catch Scully’s eyes but she’s avoiding him. 

Mulder's afraid he missed his chance.

On Thin Ice

It’s getting worse. The instructor – his name is Steve – puts his hands on Scully’s waist. She giggles again, a sound Mulder wants for himself; he doesn’t want to share, especially not with Steve. His fingers dig into the hand rail, his eyes never leaving the scene. Steve is behind Scully, his front pressed to her back. He’s holding her, touching her, and moving them forwards. He’s smiling, positively grinning, as he leads them. So is she. He must be saying things to her, if the puffs of air are any indication. They’re moving towards Mulder and he considers just pushing Steve away and taking Scully away from him. They skate past him, but not before Scully throws him a happy grin.

Mulder is definitely going to hurt someone and soon.

Post-Millennium Mulder fumes about Skinner's FBI-mandated ice-skating lesson.

The Definition of Something

Mulder keeps pacing Scully’s bedroom and stuffs his hands into his pockets. His fingers come into contact with a crumbled-up piece of paper and he takes it out. She clearly didn’t look through them before she washed these pants. The ink is blurry, but Mulder can still read the words: ‘Had a great time, Dana. Let’s do this more often!’

S7 Scully hands Mulder a pair of pants that aren't his.

Just a Shopping Trip

“You look beautiful, Miss,” he fawns with a big fat smile on his pimply face. He’s bagging their small items, but staring at Scully as if she were a unicorn. Mulder can’t really blame him, as annoyed as he is. Scully, albeit nine months pregnant, is glowing. There’s no other word to describe her. She’s spectacular. Pregnancy suits her and she knows it. And to his greatest horror, she’s enjoying this exchange.

“Could you please hurry up?” Mulder asks through clenched teeth. 

AU-- S8 Mulder and Scully and a friendly checkout clerk.

A House Is Not A Home (And A Dinner Is Not A Date)

“He’s sweet.”

“Sweet.”

“Are you parroting everything I say now? Yes, he’s sweet. It’s just dinner, Mulder. He’s sorry my house burned down.”

“Um, no, Scully. It’s not just dinner. That guy was hitting on you.”

“I could be his mother, Mulder. He wasn’t hitting on me.” But he sees doubt creep into her expression. “Was he?” Mulder nods at her. 

Revival Mulder is right-- Scully was being hit on.

@lotsoforangesoutside/lots_of_oranges_outside's

Silence (Ao3)

Newbie probably rolls up his socks and folds his underwear. What’s his name again? Jax? Jordan? Jedediah? Mulder vaguely recalls that the rookie has some pretentious name. Where did the name Jedediah come from?

Scully can’t be interested in men like that, Mulder denies the possibility. 

S1 Mulder is jealous.

Detoured: Chinga (Ao3)

“And I did visit the harbor with Captain Bonsaint, where we sampled some local delicacies. He ordered this—”

Mulder interrupts, “what’s on the itinerary for today, Dana?”

His use of her first name startles her a little, and she looks at his eyes, trying to read him, trying to see if she’s reading him wrong.

AU-- Chinga Mulder flies up to Maine.

Detoured: Bad Blood (Ao3)

Mulder opens his mouth, slowly. He needs to convince her that they don’t have any business here before the cowboy out there smarts up and makes his move.

AU-- Bad Blood Mulder tries to ditch the case after Sheriff Hartwell arrives.

@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's Platonic Placeholder

While he was tidying up the neglected office, several more bouquets were sent down. Some were delivered by admirers, some from the accountants he knew Scully liked, but all of them were lavish and inviting. Mulder wasn't quite sure where they should go, so he decided to scatter them around the room so that she was reminded of her welcome no matter where she looked. As he moved the various vases and bouquets around, he couldn't help but nosily glance at who each arrangement came from. 

Pre-Firewalker Mulder offers Scully a platonic date to counter a real offer (and flowers.)

IStanYouStan5676's The Men In Her Life

“Hi Queequeg, I missed you.” She said in a baby voice.

The dog yaped as if carrying on the conversation. Mulder walked past the little reunion and went straight for the bathroom. 

AU-- Post-Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose Mulder is shocked (and a bit jealous) over Scully's treatment of Queequeg.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's Partners, Friends, Lovers - A Collection of Tumblr Prompts - Chapter 34

"To be so jealous you lash out? Seems a little rash," she mused.

Images of the men who gave Scully a lingering glance during their last case flashed through his mind, followed by the charming young doctor that made her laugh, and the officers who tried harder to make her laugh than solve the case – a Viewmaster of all the men that made his jaw clench as they tested his patience over the course of this case. "I dunno," he mumbled, not offering an explanation.

Mulder isn't enthused with another pathology doctor.

Nascent's Theory and Practice

Then there was the matter of Ben Hsu. He hadn't missed the man's affectionate greeting, nor had he missed the subtle glances at Scully's fingers or the way the man leaned toward her, engaged in prolonged eye contact when she spoke. _So what?_ he thought. _This isn't the first time someone's flirted with her._

Post-Demons Mulder and Scully are slowly pulled apart on a case, unable to fully be honest with each other before disaster strikes.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 50 (Ao3)

The man’s hair is very shiny and his teeth are very straight. Mulder bets he’s the kind of guy who puts his seat back the second the flight attendant sits down for takeoff. In any event, he sounds like Foghorn Leghorn, which Mulder assumes is performative. Do people from Virginia even have southern accents? Not in his experience, though Alexandria’s not exactly deep in the state.

Post-FTF Mulder, while irritated, has to admire the competition's guts.

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 49 (Ao3)

You’d drink, too , he’d said, maybe out loud, and it took him a moment to register the warm hand that clapped his back, the presence next to his barstool. 

“I know, buddy,” Frohike said, eyebrows like caterpillars crawling across his brow, his hand squeezing Mulder’s shoulder.

AU-- TLG pick up an intoxicated Mulder after Scully goes on a date.

@cosmicmulder/mechup's the green-eyed monster

It’s not her he’s upset with. She’s her own person and is entitled to like whomever she wants, in no way obligated to return the feelings he has for her. His dismay is at himself, not only for falling so completely and hopelessly in love but also for thinking, for hoping that she might feel the same way. Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she, when he’s Spooky Mulder who’s obsessed with aliens and conspiracies and is the cause of every bad thing that’s happened to her in the last six years?

Post-Triangle Mulder hears a few agents gossiping about Scully and Skinner's elevator incident.

@h0ldthiscat/h0ldthiscat's

fic prompt: mulder plays a halloween prank on scully

Mulder is struck with sudden urge to recapture their original incarnations, their first selves, those careless fools who didn't know each other but were more sure of themselves than anything else. Now, he thinks, he’s a stranger but he would know Scully in the dark.

With a childlike grin, he gets down on his hands and knees and hides under his desk. It's not comfortable; his long limbs will cramp if she's not back from the vending machine in the next thirty seconds, but the effortless laugh he knows she's going to emit will make it all worth it.

Post-Triangle Mulder feels things changing.

Unnamed

“What were you going to ask me?” she asked, dribbling as she walked back towards him, only slightly out of breath.

“What?”

“In the kitchen. You were going to ask me something and then you stopped yourself.”

Mulder shrugged. “I don’t know, it just seemed like you thought I was jealous of Mike.”

“Were you?”

“Did you think I was?” He squinted in the dim light of the garage.

Arcadia Scully and Mulder fumble over her supposition of his jealousy (and his perhaps-realization that he might have been.)

Lovesfox's Erroneous Equation

"I heard them making lunch plans for that trendy new eatery a few blocks away." Another pause, clearly for dramatic effect, and then Colton added, "I take it you didn't meet them there?"

Even knowing he should answer lightly and not give Colton the satisfaction, Mulder was unable to prevent his short and abrupt reply. "No."

Post-One Son Colton riles Mulder's jealous streak.

yukla's like a lonely house

“So…” Mulder drums his fingers on the steering wheel, stopping only when she turns to look at her. He almost seems nervous. “Are you one of those people, Scully?”

“What?”

“You…appreciate Lieutenant Harding being obvious?”

Post-One Son Scully begins to believe Mulder sees them only as partners after he runs out on their restaurant date; and Mulder begins to believe Scully only wants friendship when she doesn't discourage other advances on their next case.

@sisterspooky1013/SisterSpooky1013/Sister Spooky's And You Are Mine (Ao3)

The lab tech who had replaced Pendrell didn’t initially strike him any kind of way. Towheaded and statuesque, he had a pithy, comedic way about him that was concurrently likable and irritating. Mulder might have noted that the man was a blonde, blue-eyed version of himself had he any reason to consider him at all. He didn’t make a habit of sizing up other men, finding it a waste of time and energy, but when Pendrell 2.0 made a joke about Luminol and Scully tittered like a school girl, he suddenly felt the need to assess the threat that had presented itself. 

Mulder is jealous of Smith Ryan.

@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum's The Kaleidoscope (2/4) (Ao3) and The Kaleidoscope (4/4) (Ao3)

“I have plans,” she explains.

“Oh yeah?” He removes the kaleidoscope from his eye to look at her. “Friday night date?”

She doesn’t say anything right away and seems to consider her next words. “Actually… yes.”

“Really?” He casually rolls his seat a little to try to see her more full on. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

“It’s very new. Only been a few weeks,” she says, beginning to put away items on her desk.

“A few… weeks?” He becomes aware he’s rattling the kaleidoscope a little in his hand.

S6 Mulder faces four different endings to a (purposed) misunderstanding between Diana and Scully (and Scully's new date.)

apckrfan (FFN) Mutant Deer

As Scully was conducting her external examination of the deer, Mulder observed Donald walking toward them accompanied by two other men.

"Scully, you'd better finish up real quick. Take any specimens you need quickly. I'll be right back. Put your tape recorder away as soon as you're done." He saw the questioning look in her eyes and said shortly.

Mulder gets jealous on a case.

Anne Haynes's (site)

12 Tales - Rules

"I'm saying that whatever it was that killed those people, it was not human," I repeat. "I don't know if it was actually a thought form, as Agent Mulder believes, since we weren't able to examine it more closely."

Kresge stares at me for a moment. Then he smiles. "You're just full of surprises, Scully FBI."

Mulder's expression is frozen in place at Kresge's words.

Post-Arcadia Mulder leaves it up to Scully to choose him (and their new relationship) or Detective Kresge.

Across the Rubicon (site)

"You were right. About how I'd been running from things. I had a talk with Maggie. A good talk. She helped me see how wrong I was, how selfish. She's a good girl--better than I deserve." Daniel pushed to his feet and stood, taking a step toward her. "She gave us her blessing."

Behind her, Scully heard Mulder's footsteps falter to a stop. He was close enough to hear Daniel, she guessed.

Post-All Things Scully runs into Daniel Waterston again.

@aloysiavirgata/Aloysia_Virgata's

Prompt: Jealous Mulder and Scully reassuring him, UST

“Hitting on my wife in front of me is a bold move,” he observes, even though it’s the point of this little game they’re playing out.

Scully waggles her fingers so that the ring catches the light. “Maybe you should be a touch more possessive,” she suggests, her voice just past throaty.

He looks at her, then past her out the window. “That you talking or Mrs. Daphne Tillyard?”

“What do you want?” There’s so much in the question.

Post-Field Trip ruminates on Fellig, immortality, jealousy, and his own inaction.

Daniel Waterson and his baggage come back into her now-married life

“You were there,” Mulder says, his buckskin hands woven and laced. “What did you see?”

Daniel looks at Dana, Daniel is here for Dana, because he believes she is cold and lonely and alone in the way of the outer planets. He still thinks only he can warm her.

(He doesn’t know, Daniel, not really, that there is a solid core beneath the icy mist.)

AU-- Mulder observes the man who still loves his wife.

@purrykat/mylifeinshadow's #8 and #25

You recognize him the moment you open the door. Craig, from forensic accounting. The world’s most boring person with the world’s most boring job. Any other day, you might have shrugged it off. You’d inject yourself into the conversation, make him feel awkward and out of place, until it was just business as usual. Scully would scoff, roll her eyes, but that pleased little grin would remain.

Post-All Things Mulder realizes he's not the only possessive partner in their relationship.

Jenna Tooms/misslucyjane's (mulderscreek) Reunion

"Who was with you when you gave birth?" He is trying not to feel jealous. Honest.

"My mother."

He can live with that. If it were Skinner or the faceless partner . . . Still . . . "It should have been me."

AU-- Requiem Mulder is returned three months after the birth of his daughter.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack Paresthesia

“Scully,” he says again.

When she’s run out of small tasks, she turns around to face him and crosses her arms over her chest. He stands awkwardly at her kitchen table, hands resting on the back of a chair. Waiting.

“Mulder, where do you think this baby came from?”

Another jab—she goes right for the heart. “I—“ he begins, then shakes his head. “I don’t know, Scully. I thought maybe you…”

Three Words Mulder struggles with his return (and the belief that the baby isn't his.)

@audriesfic/audries (WBM) sonnet 27 (Ao3)

“Why not?” He looked uncertain now, in a grey sweater and the green of the booth, frowning in a pained kind of way. “I thought you liked him.” 

“I do like him. I trust him. I think he’s an excellent agent.” 

Mulder nodded, that snide purse to his lips again. He nodded like, aha! Like this is what he’d suspected all along, like he’d won. 

“But he didn’t know you,” said Scully. 

Post-Deadalive Scully tries to wait patiently for Mulder.

@alienbaby-babymama/ABBM515's 12 Days of Ficmas (Ao3)

Mulders eyes brighten even further and makes his way down to her recovery room.

Thing 1 and Thing 2, move aside to let him through the doorway. He stops abruptly, not even a pace inside her room.

It looks like a florist came while he was gone. All different shapes and sizes of bouquets surrounded her hospital bed. His spirit deflated, he walks closer to her bed, he notices the card on one of the arrangements. “Congratulations. Love, John.”

Existence Mulder realizes he's a dad now.

MaybeAmanda/maybe_amanda's (LJ, xffics) Under Construction (site)

The fabled Mark, as it turned out, was taller than me, younger, blonder, arguably better looking. His easy smile revealed more teeth than any one human being not named *Osmond* could possibly have use for. I could tell just by looking at him that he'd never given any thought to losing his hair or his flat stomach or his sanity. He stood in the driveway, holding my delighted son a little too comfortably in one arm and a really expensive Tonka truck in the other, looking at me like I was something that had been scraped off the bottom of his left shoe.

Naturally, I hated him on sight.

AU-- Post S9 Mulder returns to a too-perfect happy ending (his partner and son, a chipper suburban residence, and the Gunmen alive), which is further marred by medicated PTSD, a bitter mother-in-law, and a man waiting in the wings for Scully.

thextruth's Our Next Path - Chapter 4

The man notices the expression that Mulder gives him and looks at Scully again.

AU-- Mulder and Scully and the joys of family and paltry jealousies.

BONUS

@virtie333/Virtie333's Flight 814

With a roiling stomach, she began to eat, trying not to recall how she had awakened from a slight doze to find her partner breathing heavily and in an obvious state of arousal next to her. She had felt amusement upon first discovering his predicament. But that amusement had quickly changed to anger. Anger fueled by jealousy. Who had he been dreaming about? She hated the fact that she wanted to know. She hated that she wished he would turn to her and tell her he had been thinking about her. 

A Scully jealousy fic I missed previously: Scully withdraws from Mulder right before their plane takes a nosedive.

Thanks for reading~

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Collector's Edition: Fox Mulder, Partner and Protector (Part II)

A continuation of Part I here.

Also, I recommend Three, Four, and Five of a Kind and amorfati3215 (Recovered-ish with Various Links): noticed a couple fics there that I didn't want to repeat needlessly~

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

x files fic: 3:55

 “I want to save you.”

“Save me from what?” Dana demands, crossing her arms. Her briefcase slides down her arm, but she ignores it. “No one knows the future.”

“I do,” he says. He’s haunted, like her father’s Navy buddies, victims she has interviewed on the jobs, the eyes you see in a longtime medical patient or someone who has been at a traumatic job for a very long time. And he’s looking at her like she’s everything, something she’s only ever seen between her father and her mother. It makes her both uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time; it sends some strange sensation down her spine. She isn’t scared of him... but at the same time, she is.

AU-- Pre-Pilot Mulder tries to warn Scully away from the basement.

First time he held her ❤❤

He kneels beside her on the floor and works at the knots around her wrists, he shouts for paramedics, and she’s so overwhelmed, still so afraid, that all she can ask is how he found her. She still can’t quite believe it. Her eyes are on Pfaster, like he might break free, like she might have to fight him off again.

Mulder’s hands are warm on her wrists as he unknots the cord, gentle, and he speaks so softly it makes her want to sob or scream. “Sure you don’t want to sit down, Scully, and let somebody take a look at you?” he murmurs. 

Irresistible Scully clings to her partner.

Can you do a drabble for Irresistible please?

He still has a hard time thinking of her as a potential victim on these cases. He’d only done it once, the second time they’d dealt with Tooms. They were supposed to stop the bad guys, not fall prey to them. Scully was so untouchable that it still startled him, even now after Duane Barry. He hated thinking about anyone hurting her. But now he can’t stop imagining her in every case they’d ever solved. Scully with a handprint carved into the skin above her liver, Scully handcuffed to a radiator, shot by Barnett, Scully bound and gagged in the trunk of a car (gone, gone like Samantha), Scully with her hair and fingernails missing…

He shudders. He has to stop this.

Post-Irresistible Mulder and Scully talk in the dark.

Msr + 31? (I'm in the mood for pain apparently lololol)

His hand comes down on her shoulder again, softly. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I’m fine,” she hisses, but the tears keep coming. The fight is leaching out of her and all that is left is weariness.

Unruhe Mulder is there when Scully begins to fall apart.

mondays on an endless loop

“I'll shoot you, too!” Bernard shouts, nearly hysterical. People are crying around him, behind him, he thinks someone screamed. “Don't think I won't! I ain't afraid to shoot you!”

On the floor, Scully says, “Mulder, do—” but she breaks off, coughing wetly. She's got a hand to her chest, awkwardly trying to put pressure on the wound, and she's silently pleading with him not to do anything stupid, her eyes desperate.

Tears are stinging the backs of his eyes; he swallows harshly and says, “Don't try to talk, Scully.”

AU-- Monday Scully and Mulder and the days that they suffer.

christmas 2000 /// emily au second installment in this series of christmas ficlets. (Ao3)

One minute, she's standing by a festoon of Christmas decorations in the hallway (the FBI has Christmas decorations?) and arguing the authenticity of Mulder's toxic slime theory, and the next, her vision is spotted and her legs are weak, the room spinning as she falls and darkness falling like a curtain.

Mulder catches her clumsily before she hits the floor. When she comes to, his hand is on her cheek, thumb moving over her cheekbone, and his eyes are filled with worry. “Scully,” he says frantically.

AU-- Pre-Requiem Scully and Mulder navigate parenthood with Emily (and a surprise baby.)

oregon forest

She remembers it in chunks, but mostly, she doesn’t remember it at all. She remembers Mulder’s voice whispering—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… She remembers screaming his name. She remembers the lights. She is just so cold.

She remembers Mulder is there, for some of it. That he’s there. That seems to be all that matters, in this giant mess: that they’re together.

AU-- Requiem Mulder and Scully are abducted together.

cold desert nights (Ao3)

Scully was still groaning when they came in the room, either in pain or in an attempt to talk through the gag, but she quietens as soon as she sees him. Her eyes widen. Something like fear flickers over her face.

Does she not recognize him? Head pounding, heart thudding, Mulder unknots the gag and pulls it away, whispering, “Scully, it’s me. It’s me. It’s okay, we’re going to get you out of here.”

AU-- S8 Mulder is returned during the events of Roadrunners.

AU where it’s Mulder who drives Scully to Georgia rather than Monica

He scoops up his gun and aims it, shouting the threats he'd been biting back before. The baby cries behind him. But the people don't get any closer, don't take the baby; they leave, filing out of the building one by one. 

AU-- Essence Mulder goes with Scully.

AU where most of the events of the struggles take place in like 2008/around IWTB

He finds Scully unconscious, pale with a spot of blood at the corner of his mouth. He takes her hand and it is cold in his. Her doctor tells him that she’s had a seizure, shows him the monitor of her brain. It’s almost like a one-sided communication, but Mulder has no idea who it could possibly be. He excuses himself to go and sit with her, knotting her fingers with his.

AU-- The Struggles take place around IWTB.

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk​‘s (Ao3) 

Only A Little Something? - Chapter 7

“Scully?” She heard his surprised voice over the other concerned agents and ignored the searing pain to shoo them all away. Limping as fast as she could, she met Mulder halfway while he was jogging back to help her. “Hey, take it easy. That looked like a nasty fall.” He cupped her elbow in one hand and her shoulder in the other to get her to stop moving.

“We have no time. We have to talk now,” Scully demanded, dragging herself to her full height to glare up at him.

S1 Scully stumbles while running after Mulder.

drabble; let me tell you bout my best friend

They’ve been at it for three hours and Mulder is getting to the best part, using polaroids instead of his slides to illustrate -- something about colorectal balloon animals in the 1970s -- when he turns to find Scully gently tipping forward and nodding her head. Her eyes flutter shut and she slumps over.

He quickly catches her by grabbing her shoulder with one hand and using the other to cup her cheek. “Scully? Hey.” He taps her face twice. “Scully, are you okay?”

Her eyes snap open and she scrambles back into the couch, her wide eyed stare flitting around the room like a sightless moth. When she comes back to herself, she shoots him an apologetic look.

Post-Sleepless Mulder realizes he needs to care for Scully, too.

What We Do in the Trees

“Ma’am! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!” Suzanne scrambled out of her chair and ran into the kitchen. She came back with a wad of paper towels as Mulder helped Scully sit up straight, hand firm on her back while she pinched her nostrils and fought the urge to double over.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“Y’all ain’t mountain folk, I’m guessing,” Suzanne said, gently pulling Scully’s hand from her face. Scully took the towels, cupped them under her nose, and stood up too quickly. She felt a fresh wave of dizziness and the warm tang of chamomile and bile flood her mouth.

“Suzanne, thank you for answering our questions,” Mulder said, guiding Scully towards the front door by her shoulders. “We’ll make sure to contact you if there’s anything else we need.”

Late-cancer arc Mulder and Scully investigate a case of mountain folk superstitions.

What about Scully fainting and Mulder catching her and then joking with her when she wakes up?

She came to in his lap. His hand was warm and heavy in her hair.

Scully faints.

fic; old testament

Suddenly they were pacing down the hallway. Mulder was not quite dragging him, but his feet were so heavy his shoes squeaked on the tile. “Better reception downstairs,” the man explained, but Ritter was hardly listening.

They passed the elevator. “Where are we—”

“I like taking the stairs.” Mulder’s hands were on his back now, shoving him along. The hallway lasted forever, but he wanted it to keep going. The closer they came to the exit door the harder his heart pounded.

This was a gallows walk.

AU-- Tithonus Mulder wrecks vengeance on Agent Ritter.

Prompt: MSR - FLUFF -scully is pregnant, Mulder looks after her.

She knows Mulder, clingy, one-track, obsessive Mulder, always knocking down each lead in his lifelong match of alien invasion dominoes, always foiling the plot, and so if he’s doing everything he’s always done, why should she think anything different?

This is why she doesn’t question his near-constant presence in her apartment. Why it doesn’t seem all that weird he drives to her place every morning to pick her up for work, even when he’s not supposed to be in that day. And they’ve always done the food thing. That’s just common courtesy when you interrupt someone at dinnertime. If he’s a little jumpier than normal, hopping off couches and rearranging pillows for no apparent reason, making them way too many cups of tea, calling her… a lot, for no good reason, it’s all just a throwback to the manic Mulder she knows and grudgingly loves.

Post-Empedocles Scully realizes her partner is taking care of her.

@dreamingofscully’s (Ao3) Stolen Time - Chapter 1

He’s beside her. Duane Barry’s blood spreads around the wound in his head, crimson spray on her pale cheeks and ruining the half-torn sandy coat draping from her body. She crawls backwards, kicking out and pushing Mulder away in desperate reflex.

When her blue eyes soften in recognition, he wraps his arms around her, pulls her tight to his chest and breathes into her neck.

AU-- Duane Barry Mulder saves Scully.

@kateyes224's (Ao3) 27 from the 'things' prompt list (Ao3)

Silence.

She’s allowing him to hang.  He feels the noose tighten.

Gulp.  “Scully…”

“Mulder, I will not allow you to blame yourself for this.”

He squeezes his eyes shut.

S2 Scully confronts Mulder on his shadowing habit.

@catarinquar's (WBM)

transient luminous events (Ao3)

“Here.” His fingers brush the side of her neck. “Your necklace is tangled.”

“I got it.” She stops him with a hand to his wrist, her heels sinking in the gravel as she takes a step back. Mulder just stands there, palms flat against the sides of his jeans, watching her fumble with the clasp. He just stands there.

She will not be his dead girl walking.

“You know Mulder, this was pretty transparent.”

“What?”

“This case,” she emphasizes, like it’s in quotation marks. “Did Skinner even approve this?”

Mulder closes his eyes.

S2 Mulder and Scully have a talk.

photosensitivity (Ao3)

At this point—because their lives are a divine joke—they’re rudely interrupted. In the low light Scully tastes the warm blood on her upper lip before Mulder can see it. A nosebleed. She cups her palm beneath her nose and lunges for the sink, leaning over it, knuckles white around the counter. 

“Oh, Scully,” Mulder sighs. He stands.

“I’m okay. It’s not that bad.”

It’s really not, considering. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes stock of her body. There’s a dim ache in her head, a low throbbing just between her eyes. Her neck is stiff. Her limbs are sore; her ankles will probably be bruised tomorrow from sitting on the tile, even with socks on. She bruises so easily now, her soft, bad-apple skin. She’ll need a full night of sleep tonight. She should eat something that doesn’t come from a vending machine, but that might be pushing it.

Mulder reaches for the toilet paper, and she holds up her hand to stop him.

“Give it a minute,” she says.

Post-Demons Scully attempts to juggle Mulder's lingering seizures and her own noticeable symptoms.

defnotmeyo's

The Door Kicker

He shifts in front of the door and braces his left leg before hammering his right foot into the door, right by the handle and close to the frame. There’s a satisfying snap as the door bursts open and before Skinner can even move Scully is under Mulder’s right arm, gun drawn, and into the room, slicing the pie and clearing opposite corner. Mulder’s instantly behind her, checking the other side. Symmetry.

Early-seasons Skinner observes Mulder and Scully's dynamic.

Do you think now that Mulder and Scully had sex again that his perspective has changed?

Customer service looks to rue putting him out.  

It doesn’t matter.  

Because in two seconds, his face is up and to the right, his spit is knocked out on the table next to them, and he is flat on his back.  

S11 Mulder is mocked by an IKEA worker.

Unnamed

“Mulder… you… you hurled a raccoon down our stairs.”

Revival Mulder saves Daggoo's life.

Unnamed

How?  

How doesn’t matter.

Mulder takes a deep breath, drags his face up.  Stands up.  Is really… very, very glad he boxed and fought and bench pressed his way through his depression.  It’s time to get his kids back.  

Both of ‘em.

The house echos when he racks the slide of his gun.  

“Let’s go.”

AU-- Mulder is Jackson and Emily's father.

@nnyyssssaa/dksfwm/Nyssa23's Victus

You see him there, sitting on the bed before you. He’s always there. It should startle you that he has found you in this hospital, especially since it’s after visiting hours (like that’s stopped either of you before), but it doesn’t. “Mulder,” you squawk out before another wave hits. Your lungs feel like they’re on fire, and truthfully you think this might be the end. Your tears escape, you’re so tired of crying and appearing weak, but he shushes you and brings your head to his shoulder until your shuddering subsides. He coaxes you into lying back down in the bed, brushing away a strand of hair that has stuck to your face. He replaces the tray with a cup of water and brings the straw to your lips. You drink laboriously, but the contrast of the cool liquid against your burning throat is soothing and reaffirming.

Zero Sum Mulder visits Scully after her treatment.

FridaysAt9's Tea and Ice Cream

The driver behind her honked the horn a few times, and she took her foot off the brake, turning onto her street. She wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and sleep for a week, but as she pulled in front of her building, she realized her night wasn’t going to follow that plan.

With a sigh, Scully got out of her car, walked over to the familiar sedan that was parked a few spots down, and used her knuckle to rap on the slightly open window. Mulder turned to look at her through the car and smiled.

Post-Elegy Mulder brings ice cream and tea.

@lyndsaybones/Lyndsaybones's AU where Scully is shot instead of Diana

“Mulder, I’m being discharged today. I...I’d like to see you. Maybe you could come by?”

10 days after she called, there she is. And even from half a block away, he can see that she's in trouble.

Thump, thump, thump, his heart, his feet, his head.

“Scully?!” he calls, terrified that she’s about to fall.

She turns and he can see the fear and the relief on her face. He closes the distance between them wraps his arms around her in a clumsy attempt to keep her upright.

AU-- The End Scully is shot.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's

Nurse Mulder

There was no moment of silence as she closed her mouth that time. As soon as her voice cut off, she could hear bounding footsteps from his room followed by the adjoining room door slamming open. "Scully?" he called out nervously.

She felt bad at the worry her shouting must have caused him, so she made her tone sweeter as she gently called out, "I'm in here." What was an attempt to ease his worry sounded like a harsh comedy bit in the tonal difference, and it didn't seem to calm him much as his footsteps were rushing to the bathroom door.

"I'm coming in," he called before bursting through the door. She watched his eyes scan the room, probably looking for her bleeding out body or an intruder before they fell to the sight of her head peeking out from the curtain. He cocked his head and walked towards her slowly, still trying to assess the situation. "Did you fall?" he asked in concern.

Mulder takes care of his injured-then-medicated partner.

Never Quite As It Seems

"Mulder?" she whimpered, her voice sounding pathetic to even her own ears.

His expression of relief quickly morphed into concern as he stepped toward her. "Scully, what's wrong?"

She looked at her hands, surprised when they weren't covered in his blood, before glancing around the room to see if maybe it was someone else's body she'd been hovering over. There was nothing. It was just an average, empty storage space.

The mixture of adrenaline, confusion, and paranoia caused her to shy away from him, falling gracelessly onto her a**. "Y-you-" she stammered.

"It's me. I'm here," he assured, crouching in front of her.

Mulder tries to help Scully after she hallucinates his death.

LuminousPie's

Five Times Mulder Got Injured and One Time Scully Did

“Why did you do it?”

Mulder looked up at the disapproving face of his partner and shrugged. He knew exactly why, he wasn’t sure he was quite willing to admit it to her yet though. She would only reprimand him, say that she could look after herself and Neill wasn’t worth it. Entirely true of course but that didn’t mean that Neill didn’t deserve a fist to his face.

He hissed as she placed an ice pack over his hand. “He deserved it.”

Mulder takes the time to defend Scully's honor, despite his own series of unfortunate injuries.

90 Minutes

He liked to spend his 90 minutes watching Scully fall asleep. 90 minutes was all it took for the human body to go through the stages of a sleep cycle. 90 minutes was all it took for him to know she was at peace. Born of a childhood wonder that had never receded he was fascinated by watching people and Scully was no exception, always had been, especially in sleep. All the sounds she made, the movements, the breathy words. Her routine, everything she did during each stage comforted him. His desire to watch over and protect her as strong now as it was when he’d first met her all those years ago. 90 minutes to put him at peace.

Revival Mulder loves watching his partner sleep.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) Seeking Warmth (Ao3)

Everyone around us on the plane is either reading or sleeping. I glance over at Mulder. He chews thoughtfully at his bottom lip, the way he does when he’s deep in thought. Perhaps he’s thinking about the thing he saw out on the ice: the thing that left a crater five hundred feet deep and a half-mile wide. The thing I didn’t see, much to his chagrin. Or maybe he’s musing on what fate awaits us back in DC. I have an awful premonition that it’s not what either of us hope it will be. I must catch his eye, because he turns his head to look at me.

“You should get some sleep, Scully,” he says, his tone one of concern.

“If anyone needs it, it’s you,” I respond, raising an eyebrow at him. Now that we’re finally homeward bound, I’m beginning to feel more like myself again. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“I caught some shut-eye while you were in sick bay.” He says it with the faintest trace of a smile, as if he, too senses the change in me.

AU-- FTF Mulder keeps his patched-together partner safe.

@o6666666's (Ao3)

headcanon prompt: mulder washes

“Alright,” he says, scanning the kitchen and clapping his hands together. “We got this. We’re gonna be casual, we’re gonna be crafty.”

“Mulder.” She huffs a laugh, then winces. “It’s fine, you don’t have to do this. Let me just call my—“

“Your mother? You wanna wake her up at, eh—“ he checks the microwave clock “—8:30? It’s laaaaate, Scully.”

Post-Tithonus Mulder takes care of his partner.

AU where Diana (or Phoebe returning later on in the series) lies to Scully that the reason she and Mulder broke up was because he wanted to settle down and have kids but Diana/Phoebe didn’t.

It was a rotten pit in her heart, and it grew into her memories. I’ve never seen you as a mother before, Mulder said.

I’ve never seen you as a mother.

“You wanted a baby,” Scully finishes lamely, embarrassed to know a fact so intimate as the cause of Mulder’s separation from Diana when, after all, he hadn’t even wanted her to know they’d been together. She sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“A baby?” Mulder looks stunned. He glances around incredulous, as if there is someone else nearby to confirm he’d heard correctly. “With Diana?”

Post-The Unnatural Mulder is appalled.

What’s my headcanon for if Samantha was found?

He stomps right over there and pries the gun from her fingers. She flinches as soon as he touches her, and with her gun in the back of his pants, he guides her to the sofa. Scully tenses when he puts a hand to her back. She talks to Samantha over his head the whole time: 

“Did he cut you?” 

“He only hit me…” 

“Don’t try to sit up, just stay where you are—” 

“I’m okay…” 

“Samantha,” he interrupts, “I’m coming, okay?” 

“I’m okay…” 

He clutches Scully’s hands to his chest, for one moment, after she sits. He puts his forehead on hers. “I will be right back,” he tells her, in a whisper, very seriously. In one more moment, you don’t have to be strong. 

She nods at him, unblinking, like she understands. 

AU-- Samantha returns early Season 7.

au where Mulder didn't go back to Oregon....

He picks her up like a bride. “We’re going to the ER.”

“What, no, Mulder, you need to—your flight.”

“Ha ha,” he says. “Very funny.”

AU-- Requiem Scully passes out in the FBI garage.

Slow Returns

The moment it clicks for him that she is not totally with it, perhaps hasn’t been for weeks or months, she sees it in his eyes.

She has failed, because she was supposed to stay awake to protect them. She remembers all her previous failures—all day today, and every day, for months. He is mad at her, she thinks. She is scared. He is going to leave her. She hasn’t even told him: I can’t do it. She needs some air. She needs to beg, she realizes. She unlocks the door. 

In a second, he yanks it open. His hands on her face. She sighs; it is such a relief to feel him. “Scully?” Feeling all around, fingers to her neck, checking her vital signs, checking the baby. “You okay, Scully?”

AU-- Scully has to be medicated after This Is Not Happening.

soulmate au + time travel

“You have to take care of yourself,” she reminds him.

“I play basketball on the weekends,” he offers. “If I’m home.”

She chuffs. Nuzzles his hand a little more.

“I run.”

“I’m sure you’re very fast.”

“Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“No,” she says, and stands up from her stool. “No thank you.” Tenderly, she smooths a lock of his bangs between her thumb and index finger. “You’re alright?”

It feels suddenly imperative to be truthful. Then even more so to protect her. “I’m alright.”

Pre-Revival Scully travels back in time to see her partner.

Untitled MSIV fix-it fic 

“Get her over here,” Mulder says, “there’s a ladder.” 

“Alright,” Jackson calls too loudly into her ear, panicked. “It’s alright,” he tells her. Her son’s voice. “Breathe.” This is what her son sounds like. 

He swims them to the ladder, which Mulder has descended to the penultimate rung, soaking his jeans to the knees. “Jackson,” Mulder pants, reaching for them when they are close enough. “Give her to me.” 

Scully makes a blind grab for Mulder’s neck and then he’s lifting her out of the water with one arm and she’s so cold; her whole body shakes. “Come on,” Mulder tells her, “hold on, Scully,” and she wraps her legs around his middle. 

“Jackson, let’s go,” Mulder orders, the sternest she has ever heard him in her life. Their son obeys, ascending first. Then Mulder climbs. 

AU-- My Struggle IV Scully jumps in the water after her son.

swimming in the eighth month (Ao3)

There is a pond on their property. (“Adjacent” to their property, she tells him.) He proposes they swim.

“Mulder,” she says at first, “no.”

But he gets her in the end. “Come on, Scully. Jackson’s been swimming in it all summer with the dog. It’s fine.”

“Amoebiasis, Mulder. Cholera.”

He gives her a look.

Post-Finale Mulder takes his partner swimming to relieve her back.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack’s

In Milford (Ao3)

Five hours have stretched like an eternity between her first phone call to him this morning and the moment that Fox Mulder stomps in to find her sitting at the edge of the hospital bed. He radiates red rage. His energy is wild and uncontained. He shakes like he wants to either grab and hug her or start smashing every object in the room, but he does neither. Instead she watches him force himself still, force himself to find human words rather than animal rage.

“What happened?” He asks.

AU-- En Ami Scully leaves.

Ground

“With my…” he said, trailing off, his face utterly inscrutable.

“I’m sorry to tell you like this. Before you were taken, I didn’t know.” She watched his face, anxious for any sign. She began to pull her hand away, but he held it tight. He lifted his eyes to hers: hooded, lost, vulnerable, but also… hopeful.

“My baby, Scully?”

Another twitch of a smile, her own hope irrupting. “Yeah.”

He did let go of her hand then, but only to touch her further, to pull her arms away so he could gaze at her middle, to pluck at the buttons of her black blazer. “How… how far along?”

AU-- TINH Mulder is returned whole.

(III) Three Iterations of a Birth (and Death) (Ao3)

In the mountains of West Virginia, a place called Willowdale that sounded beautiful and safe, they were Kate and Richard Mulvey for two and a half weeks. They made quiet preparations in a rented vacation cottage, paid for in cash to a widow named Ruth. Maggie took no pseudonym, put her name on nothing, and stayed with them in the second small bedroom. She was a steadying maternal presence bearing folded blankets and cloth diapers, years of accumulated knowledge, and endless gratitude for being asked to come.

Scully had been having little contractions off and on for days until, on a Sunday afternoon in late May, they gripped her hard, forcing her to bend over the kitchen table and bite her lips together. “Mulder,” she whimpered, voice high, and he was beside her in a second.

“Okay,” he said. “We’re ready. We’re ready,” he told them both, willing it to be true.

AU-- Essence-Existence Mulder and Scully slip away for the birth.

Lifeline (Ao3)

He drives a beat-up junker into Georgetown and feels terribly out of place. Mulder has grown scruff into an almost-beard that is streaked with small patches of gray. He wears oil-stained jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, but he enters under the cover of darkness in the hope that no one will notice him. It’s almost three in the morning. He brought practically nothing with him, but his back pocket holds a photo of William, his small pack the phone he used to call her. He’s home now. He sees her apartment and his heart slams in his chest.

She’s a wreck, man. She’s not okay. Keeps talking about giving up the baby to keep him safe. Frohike’s words had been like slow punches to the gut. How bad it had been for him in all these months—he never thought about how bad it could have been for her. For them.

AU-- William Reyes and Frohike contact Mulder before the adoption.

Fever

“In sickness and in health,” he murmurs, and she can’t help it, her eyes well with tears against her will.

“Mulder—“

“It’s okay,” he says, shaking his head. “Let me get your soup.”

He helps her sit, would feed her if she let him, which of course she doesn’t, and stays when she is finished.

“Nice place,” he says when he can’t think of anything else.

She gives him a look.

“What? It’s not so bad.”

She realizes he must have seen the photos on her dresser. “It’s not home,” she says with a thick voice, unsure if it is from swelling or tears.

“No,” he says. “It’s not.”

Post-breakup Mulder nurses Scully back to health.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[randomfoggytiger]

Mourning the Lost anon here again (bet you thought you’d seen the last of me) to humbly request any fics that are canon divergences of all the different near death experiences that Mulder and Scully have experienced. For example, fics like

“What if Mulder had actually shot Scully in Pusher”

“What if Mulder hadn’t realized the trick Linda Bowman pulled and shot Scully in Kitsunegari”

“What if Mulder died in the bank explosion in Monday”

“What if Scully had died in Tithonus”

“What if Mulder and Scully had died in Field Trip”

There’s probably so many other near death experiences that I’m missing but you get the gist. Sorry if this is too big of an ask, I’m just a sucker for angst and grief

Welcome back! I was wondering if you'd drop back in.

It's been... a long time since you sent this ask; but I hope these are sufficient (or at least worth it.)

Also, I included links to previous fic lists at the very bottom-- that way, you can jump from these stories to ones like them, if you want.

Loose chronological order below~

“What if Mulder had actually shot Scully in Pusher”

dksfwm’s Episode: Pusher

“Agent Mulder.” It’s the SWAT lieutenant, he deciphers. His ears start ringing and he doesn’t know what sounds are real. The lieutenant’s lips are moving, and he thinks he can make out “attempt” and “stabilize” and “if you want her to survive”. He feels paralyzed. His chest is heaving so hard that he feels like he’s going to suffocate.

AU-- Mulder shoots Scully.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's Scully Russian Roulette’s with Modell instead of Mulder /in another world - Chapter 8

Mulder’s eyes widen, genuinely speechless. He is wearing a vest, but the muzzle is angled to where it will hit just above, in his neck or his head, and Scully shakes her head again. She feels so stiff, everything in her straining, and she manages a small word, a strained, “No.”

“C'mon, Scully, this should be easy for you,” Modell says casually. “You’ve shot him before, I read it in your files.”

It's Mulder, this time, at the other end of Pusher's gun.

“What if Mulder hadn’t realized the trick Linda Bowman pulled and shot Scully in Kitsunegari”

Chibiness87's Seeing is Believing

He glances down, and the movement is enough to make a shot ring out, and he glances around in shock.

Scully’s body is no longer lying in a pool of blood behind him. She has gone.

No. No. Nononono. Not again.

He can’t have lost her again.

Post Kitsunegari Scully guides Mulder through a panic attack.

@mulderist/Mulderist1013's Fictober Tumblr Prompts 2020 - Chapter 16 (Tumblr)

“Back up! Back away from him!” Scully said and slowly advanced. In the dim light she saw that there was a dark stain on Mulder’s shirt. Linda was unscathed as well, a fresh bloodstain under her nose. Just then Mulder pulled his gun down, aiming it at Scully.

“She’s making me do this.”

AU-- Kitsunegari Linda Bowman controls Mulder.

@starwalker42's (Ao3)

febuwhump day 13: forced to hurt a loved one

All he knows - all he can allow himself to think - is that he will kill Linda Bowman, to make up for the fact she hurt Scully, and then he'll save her. He'll save Scully, somehow, because that's what they do, they're partners and they save each other. 

Bowman talks, she won't stop talking, but he doesn't hear it, not really. He tells her to shut up, but she doesn’t listen. Why won’t she shut up? He aims his weapon at her chest, not thinking about the consequences, only thinking about Scully, dead at his feet… he aims his weapon, and he fires, hoping his aim is off because then she'll die slowly....

AU-- Kitsunegari Mulder doesn't listen to "Linda"; and kills her.

@mctaminy/McTaminy's The Ebbing of This Life-Tide Breath

Skinner reaches down and picks up the gun Mulder was holding, checks the clip, chamber, locks the safety and pockets it. He squats next to his agent, hand on his shoulder. Mulder glances at him, Skinners eyes are compassionate, but his teeth are bared. He’s worried.

“I played her game,” Mulder whispers, numbly, “I played her game and, and I lost.”

“V-tach!” One of the EMT’s say. A machine whines. “AED charged!” Scully stares lifelessly, lids half closed, chest still. Mulder can do nothing but stare, the corners of his mouth moving downward, his heart stopped, his hands and feet numb, stabs of dull pain from his knee. One medic calls, “Clear?” The other responds, “Clear!” and the half lids spasm close, her jaw clenches, then dull blue eyes open halfway again, one lid slower than the other, blood trickles from her mouth, she’s quickly lifted from the cement to a collapsed gurney, one medic straddles her and immediately begins CPR, the bleeding from her shoulder oozing with each chest compression.

AU-- Kitsunegari Skinner keeps Mulder together after the latter almost kills Scully.

Jennifer Maurer's Slow Promises

"It was *you*, Scully. You pointed your gun at me, and then you..."

"I know." I reached out, and Mulder grabbed my hand. "I saw the same thing once, only it was real."

"Tell me you would never do that."

"Come up off the floor, Mulder," I said, as I tugged on his hand and moved over to make room for him. He climbed onto the bed and sat next to me. When I put my arm around him I could feel him shaking, and I rubbed his back to try and soothe him a little.

Post Kitsunegari Mulder and Scully have a heavy conversation.

Rachel Howard's Without Reason

I stick my finger in my mouth and suck hard. The metallic taste in my mouth and nose takes me right back to that warehouse. For maybe the hundredth time today, I see Scully's blank face, a pool of blood fanning out behind her shattered skull.

I slam the file drawer shut, and the whole filing cabinet shudders. I don't need this.

"Need what?"

I didn't even know I'd said it out loud.

Post Kitsunegari Scully is fed up with Mulder "mea culpa"ing.

Ten's (xffics) Disconnection

He was together enough for the doctor at the hospital and Scully to agree about him being released, but Mulder was walking around as if someone had drastically turned his personality down or hit the 'mute' button. When he spoke, it was rarely on his own initiative - it was usually in reply to a comment or question. He had not fidgeted or shifted in his seat once during the meeting to give their report. When Skinner had first ushered them into his office, he handed Mulder back his gun. It had been the first opportunity their AD had to do so. Mulder had looked at it as if their boss was giving him a tissue or a pen, then nodded and put it away.

AU-- Post Kitsunegari Mulder resigns.

@pipistellus/pipistrelle's The Aftermark

He heard the click of Scully's heels on the warehouse floor, but didn't turn until she stopped at his side and rested a hand on his elbow. "The Falls Church PD have everything under control. Come on, let's get out of here."

He motioned with his head back into the interior of the building, where Skinner and the police chief stood over the smear of Linda Bowman's blood on the floor. "What did you tell them?"

"The truth," Scully said simply. "Linda Bowman brought me here in an attempt to get to you. During the standoff, I had a clear shot on her, and I took it."

Post Kitsunegari Mulder thinks his hate almost killed Scully.

@baronessblixen/BaronessBlixen’s "I can't breathe"

It's sheer luck that she finds him in the stairway, huddled in a corner, holding on to an open case file, loose papers circling him.

"Mulder," she says, more to herself than to him, and then she's by his side, on her knees, touching his ice-cold hands. "What happened?"

"Can't- I- can't-ca-," he stutters, horror flashing in his eyes.

Post Kitsunegari Mulder has a panic attack after looking over Linda Bowman's file.

“What if Mulder died in the bank explosion in Monday”

ghostbustermelanieking's mondays on an endless loop (Tumblr)

It all happens too fast to stop it.

The sudden movement must spook Bernard, because he immediately turns back to Scully and pulls the trigger. No hesitation. Scully goes down mid-crouch, hitting the floor with a wet smack, a stunned look on her face.

Mulder cries out without thought, without coherent words.

The many Mondays Mulder and Scully lived (and died) through.

Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer) Monday, Monday

Have I gotten her back only to lose her forever?

"Why, Mr. Skinner?" I ask, not really expecting an answer.

Skinner's and Maggie's perspectives of one bad day.

Donna/donnah’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Tuesday

Mulder jerked awake, then sank back down into his pillow. A dream, she was fine, it was only a dream. He found the phone in his hand anyway, dialing the first number on his speed dial.

"Mulder?" Her voice was trembling.

"Scully, are you okay?"

"How did you know?" She might even be crying, that scared him as much as the dream.

Post Monday Mulder and Scully figure out what their dreams mean.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack’s Here and Now

Mulder was in full projector-mode, rattling on about something called the “black pit” and a haunted train tunnel. He had slides, interviews with locals, even an audio recording of what he swore was EVP of a hundred-years-dead mine-worker. He was in the middle of flashing to a new slide–1950s newspaper clippings–when the thought (no, the memory) came to her—a false remembrance (a truth), a surety that could not ever have been (but it was).

The bank, his soft head in her lap, blood covering her hands as she tried to hold his life force in, tried to will his heart to keep beating. His sweat-prickled brow and unfocused eyes, lost in the shadow of death that was surely consuming him. The wet sound of his labored breathing. If she hadn’t been sitting, she’d have fallen down.

Mulder looked at her across the projector and stopped talking. “What’s that look for? Did I do something wrong?”

AU-- Post Monday Scully remembers Mulder's death in the bank.

“What if Scully had died in Tithonus”

I haven't read any fics with this conclusion (huh, interesting); so, I included a Tithonus-adjactent fic list instead:

Post Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

“What if Mulder and Scully had died in Field Trip”

(**Note**: As the previous section, so this one.)

@badforthefish/Scarlet's The Festival

He still liked to think of her as his partner even if these days their partnership had a definite parenting slant to it. They hadn't worked together for many years – though he couldn't remember exactly how long. Somewhere along the line, they'd gotten married. They'd moved to the suburbs. He'd taken a desk job as a behavioural analyst. She'd gone to work at the local hospital. He tried to remember something about her job and failed. That was odd. He and Steve from accounting had been discussing their respective spouses' professions not two days ago, he remembered that much. So why couldn't he –

It didn't matter. Everything was fine.

AU-- Field Trip Mulder and Scully have a family... or do they?

BONUS

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing 

Many Mondays and “The Creeps”

Fic Moments That “Hit Different” 

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X-Files Collector's Fic: IVF Successes (Poll Results 3rd)

This list was inspired by this poll, sharing 3rd place with post-Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder.

Successful IVF fics are my life's blood (...okay, all of these Poll Result Fics are my favorites, but--); and there are, fortunately, so many good ones that I love to reread over and over.

I could go on and on about each and every detail I love about each and every one of these fics; but it would take eons. Instead, let's go!

Loose chronological order below~

**Note**: Will ghost edit later~.

@o6666666's (Ao3) Untitled

"Which room tonight?”

She smiles, eyes closed. “Living room.”

He starts, slowly, to scratch her back. “The older kids have a soccer tournament this weekend,” he begins, speaking in the soft monotone that feels like a back scratch in itself. “They came in with their cleats on and tracked mud everywhere and you got mad.”

He feels her grin and gathers her closer.

Mulder weaves bedtime stories about their Imaginary House filled with kids, a dog, filling food, and a skylight window on the first floor of a two story-house.

@sunflowerseedsandscience’s (Ao3)

2016 Fictober Drabbles - Chapter 8 (Ao3)

The first time, Mulder had stayed in their basement office during the procedure, and later, when she’d learned that it hadn’t taken, she’d informed him by phone.  The second time, he’d driven her to the doctor’s and waited in the car.  He’d offered to come in with her,  but she’d turned him down.  There had still been no discussion regarding what they’ll do if the procedure works- she hadn’t seen any point in making any decisions when they didn’t even know if it would be necessary- and with his potential involvement still undecided, she’s not completely comfortable having him there.

Mulder prevents Scully from giving in to despair, asking to pay for her third IVF attempt and opening up their relationship to more.

Someday Your Child May Cry

Mulder blows straight past Dr. Parenti’s receptionist, with Scully doing her best to ignore the sharp pains in her gut and keep up. In his fury, he’s forgotten her still-healing injury, and from the look he’d had on his face when he’d gotten out of the car, he’s not likely to remember it anytime soon.

She’s never seen him this furious.

Inside Parenti’s office, Mulder doesn’t pause before grabbing the doctor, lifting him bodily from his desk chair, and slamming him against the wall. He brandishes the test results in the terrified man’s face.

“Who do you work for?” Mulder demands. “Whose orders were you following when you did this to my partner? To our child?"

A S6 chapter by chapter epic where Mulder and Scully battle their way through their failing IVF attempts and loss of the X-Files; but what almost breaks them is when Mulder slips up to Diana, who then sells this information to her Consortium higher-ups. (The Tithonus and Sixth Extinction chapters left an imprint on my mind forever. Stunning work, @sunflowerseedsandscience-- you left a mark on my mind forever~.)

AweburnPhoenix's Every Monday

"Two large, thank you," Scully ordered once they reached the end of the line. "Oh, make one decaf," she added. 

Mulder smiled for a second. It would be hard for her to adjust, that was for sure. Probably even more difficult for him. Cranky, no-caffeine, morning Scully was not something he was looking forward to. But they would manage. It was for a good cause."

Post Monday Mulder is certain that the IVF took, not letting Scully's nerves dimmer their hope. Pam's legacy lives on.

@crossedbeams/CrossedBeams's Pink (Ao3)

"Look inside.’

Mulder had forgotten about the bag, and in the minute he’s been holding it has managed to reduce to top to a sweaty, balled-up mess. It takes him thirty seconds to open it and another thirty to process what’s inside. As he fumbles, Scully’s agitation grows. He can feel her gaze boring into him as he reaches into the paper sack and pulls out the contents.

‘Well?!’ Scully’s voice is as crumpled as the paper. ‘What does it say?’

Mulder looks down at the three pregnancy tests in his hands. He’d thought she was going to the doctors on Monday. He’d been dreading it. The last judgement on a last chance.

Scully bangs her way into Mulder's apartment, hyperventilating on his floor and begging him to look at the test results for her.

@frogsmulder/Brynstein's The Day That Never Came (Ao3)

He bursts through the door, and sees Scully on her knees, leaning against the bath. She looks pale, frightfully so, and although she is staring down, he can see the tears streaking down her face. It's obvious she collapsed in that position and his immediate thought is that the cancer has returned. Kneeling down beside her, Mulder cautiously raises her chin with his finger, ready to catch the blood dripping from her nose with his thumb.

But her nose is clean and she looks up at him with shock and wonder in her eyes, a smile poking through like sunshine through cloud cover.

Scully terrifies Mulder by yelling for him from the next room.

@atths–twice‘s (Ao3, Alt. Ao3, FFN) Successful Undertakings

Pacing the room, he waited for her to return, rubbing his hand across his face. Finally, he heard the door open and she walked over to him.

“This is it,” she said quietly and he saw tears in her eyes. “Whatever happens, Mulder, thank you. Thank you for…”

“My contribution?’ he joked, clenching his jaw.

“Yes,” she said seriously, touching his arm. “There is no one else I would have even considered asking.”

“Not even Skinner?” He tried another joke needing to break the heavy seriousness.

“Mulder,” she whispered, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around him, burying into his chest. She sighed as he held her tightly, his eyes closed. “A baby with Skinner would have always been bald."

Mulder and Scully are a bundle of nerves at this their last chance; and are both elated when the nurse tells them the good new.

@sisterspooky1013/SisterSpooky1013/Sister Spooky's Everything

"I love you” he whispered so quietly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. She tucked her face back into his chest to conceal a yawn.

“Am I boring you?” He joked, and she chuckled, facing him again while she shook her head.

“I’m just suddenly exhausted” she remarked. How much had her life changed in the past couple hours? It’s was a lot to absorb.

“Wanna take a nap?!” He proposed with the same level of excitement he might normally ask “wanna go to Kentucky?!” Except this time, what he was offering actually sounded good.

Scully is awed at Mulder's reactions each step of their IVF journey: being struck dumb at her request, scooping her up and comforting her when he thinks the IVF has failed, and alternating between tenderness at her "go big or go home" confession and keen interest in their baby's development. She leaves no doubts regarding "them."

@baronessblixen​‘s (Ao3) 

Against the Odds (Ao3)

"It didn’t take, did it?”

Mulder has spent hours trying to come up with the right words for each outcome. He walked through her kitchen as if taking inventory. As if the fact that she owned three sizes of coffee cups meant anything at all, made any kind of difference. The last hour he spent here, on her couch. A familiar spot. The lumps and indentions fitting his body perfectly as if he belonged there. So he stayed. Stayed and let his thoughts run wild. There were only two outcomes. Two. It’s either one or the other; success or failure. Whatever news she carried with her, though, he knew he needed to be prepared. He fell asleep halfway through thinking up his speech for when it didn’t take. He didn’t even get the chance to consider the idea that it might have worked.

Mulder is so overjoyed at the news that he shifts their relationship immediately; and further surprises Scully with a celebratory alien onesie.

Five Minutes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

He’s been hovering, lately. In a case of worst timing ever, Scully started having morning sickness right after their first tentative step towards a more intimate relationship on New Year’s Eve. When he walked into his bathroom hours later, hair sticking into every direction, his eyes wide as saucers, she could see in his face that he blamed himself for her sitting there on the cold tiles, hunched over his toilet. As if his shy, careful kiss had caused this. Only her Mulder could conclude something as inane as that. But since that night, he’s become a shadow at her side, making sure she’s fine. Most of the time, she is.

The morning sickness has since passed and has been replaced by this giddiness. Scully glances at Mulder again. Perfectly still, like a statue. Not a peep out of him about how he wants to go home, why this is taking so long and isn’t there a way to speed this up? All these questions run through her mind, though. It’s as though this particular trait of his has been transferred to her, along with a good chunk of his genetic material, currently growing a baby inside of her.

Scully can't wait, buying a pregnancy test early; and, as if reading her mind, Mulder drops in just in time to read the results. She ruminates on this new restlessness of hers after The Goldberg Variation, baffled that their normal rates of patience have swapped; but this is all resolved when she finally, finally, spells out what she wants for their relationship. (One of my all-time favorite IVF pieces is Chapter 2. Can't rave about it enough.)

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

Successful IVF miniseries

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The Christmas tree is unplugged, dark, and she can see Mulder on his side on the couch bed. She isn’t sure that he’s even awake until she draws close to the edge of the cot, and Mulder immediately turns over. “Scully, hey,” he says, his voice somewhere between sweet and worried. “Are you okay? Is it morning sickness?”

Scully chuckles quietly, sitting down on the bed gingerly, one leg folded under her. “Oh, no, Mulder. That’s still a few weeks away, fortunately.”

“Oh.” He extracts an arm out from under the blanket and reaches up to cup her cheek. “What’s up?”

“Oh...” She is suddenly embarrassed.... “I dunno,” she says quietly. “I guess I just got...”

“Cold?” Mulder tugs the sleeve of her sweatshirt between two fingers. 

She nods gratefully. "Cold."

My all-time favorite IVF success series. Mulder and Scully become a thing the MINUTE that they get their successful news. Slowly, he nudges his way into her apartment, true; but they're an undoubted fixture in each other's life throughout the whole experience. (Part 2 is my all-time favorite IVF fic: it can never be topped, and it was what started my XF fic cataloguing and filing journey. My love for it is boundless; and it is perfection.) [**Note**:I love every. single. line. from Part 2. The best part, to me, was too long to pull out one single quote (the section about holding Matthew and almost getting caught by Bill), so I made do.]

under the star (Ao3)

"Scully, I want this, he says. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t.

She smiles again, eyes welling up, and buries her head in his shoulder.

AUs where Mulder and Scully might have been happy-- IVF success is one of them. (Love these little vignettes~.)

effywho's Astra Inclinant

He doesn't know what that means. She removes her jacket, and he peers at her, trying to make out her expression as nonchalantly as he manage. Happy, heartbroken? She is indecipherable. Mulder tries to still his bouncing leg and bites his nails into his palms in an effort to keep them to himself, though they want her magnetically.

"Hey?" he whispers. Scully is almost upon him, her blue eyes are swimming with tears. He touches her cheek softly, afraid to break this spell, afraid to know. "Is it...is it bad news?" Scully blinks, and a fat tear falls down her face that has inexplicably broken into a dizzying smile. She clutches his biceps, hanging onto him as though she might fall. "No," she chokes out the word.

The breath is knocked swiftly from his lungs, he gapes at her in shock. "No?"

Mulder is speechless with delight at the IVF success; and follows it up with an "I love you." Scully, of course, takes the reigns.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN)

AU headcanons: the IVF works (Alt. link, alt. link)

"Aha, you said “he!” You know it’s a boy!”

“I have no idea Mulder, it’s too early to tell. We can findout the sex next time if we want to.”

Mulder likes the sound of “we”. They’re not a couple, but they’re already embracing co-parenting. He has no idea how it’s going to work when the baby’s born but they have six months to figure it out."

Mulder is overjoyed when Scully tells him their successful news; and, all told, they have a conversation about everything at least in the first trimester. Bill even cools down enough to let them be happy.

Donna’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) 

Per Manum Interruptus (Site)

He thought he had this whole thing thought out. He'd certainly told himself he had. He hadn't just agreed to something like this blind . . . had he?

They hadn't discussed anything in reality. No logistics at all.

"I know I'm babbling, Mulder. There're just so many things going through my mind."

He was able to nod at that.

The IVF is successful... and Mulder immediately panics. His inner near-hysteria coupled with Scully's serene happiness is a beautiful conversation. Their relationship is a whirlwind before the baby is born... but it all melts away in a washed-up dream (or doesn't if you skip the ending.) The humor in this is spectacular.

Destiny (Site)

He started to speak when they both heard Katy scream.

He was on his feet and racing for her before Scully had time to process the sound. Katy had gotten herself caught behind the toy basket and didn't have the concept of backing out firmly in her head. Her tears dried magically in his arms.

He turned to look at Scully, still a little shaky. "Am I good to her?"

AU-- Mulder is shot into a future where he and Scully married, the IVF worked, and they have a daughter. He spends the day acclimating, falling in love with this life, and shaking up his own life to help achieve that future.

@blackcoffeeandteardrops's (Ao3) An AU where the IVF works?

"I like it better than the dandelion. I don’t want something too yellow,” she muses. “Which do you like?”

“The green is good,” he says, resting a hand at the small of her back.. She ropes an arm around his waist and it nearly makes him jump, but he quickly settles into it. There’s an invigorated feeling about being close to her, an energy brought forward by the new physical closeness of their relationship, that makes him nearly giddy, “It’s good for a girl or a boy, you know.”

“We don’t need to find out,” she replies, shaking her head, knowing he was trying to goad her into telling him her suspicions.

This fic covers a little of everything: elation at their success, nervousness while getting ready to tell Maggie, tense anticipation at the "next step" talk, banter over wall swatch colors, and a rewarding little ten-finger-and-toed baby at the end.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack's Unnamed

He didn’t come with her because they weren’t… well, they weren’t doing this kind of thing together yet. They were Figuring Things Out, and he’d touched her belly several times (still mostly flat but for bloating, though she let herself pretend it was the swell of life already) and he’d kissed just the corner of her mouth, and his eyes had looked so needy. But. He was buying no “Proud Dad” sweatshirts, nor was he asking her for daily updates or buying onesies. Watching, though. He was always watching her.

And he did seem proud. He’d have come if she’d asked.

Scully breaks the successful IVF news to Maggie, who immediately reads between the lines.

@sixhours/6hoursgirl's (FFN)

A Boy and His Fox (FFN)

He squints, tilts his head again. “What I don’t get is how you can look at twenty photos of genuine paranormal phenomena and dub them fakes, then present me with a picture that looks like it was taken by a drunk with a broken camera and claim it’s a baby.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Chronic morning sickness isn’t proof enough?”

“I’m just saying, how do we know this isn’t an elaborate hoax perpetuated by government officials who don’t want the public to know the truth?”

“The truth about what?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest in mock skepticism.

“The scam that is the medical ultrasound industry. Seriously, Scully,” he says, gesturing to the photo. “I saw something like this during a Rorschach test once."

Mulder is a detached but interested party to Scully's successful IVF journey; and is even swept in as Maggie's replacement when it's go-time. [Sidenote: This is a slow, slooooooow burn into an actual relationship. (I love to pause just after the baby is born; but I reread fics patchily.)]

Lucidity (FFN)

"Kids?” he asks, pressing his eyes shut against the inevitable answer.

She softens, stroking the baby’s cheek with the back of her fingers as he coos and wiggles against her. “Emma and Will.”

Good names, he thinks, fixating on the ring around his finger. He slips it off, passing it from one hand to the other.

“You’re saying you don’t remember anything. Not even our children.”

“It’s like I’ve stepped into another life.”

She makes a disapproving sound in the back of her throat. The expression on her face reminds him of a much younger version of his partner—one who stood in the rain and laughed at his theories, who followed him as he chased lights in the sky.

AU-- Post Triangle? Mulder is stressing out over Scully's IVF request; but bigger problems come his way when he dreams himself into an alternate universe as a family man: baby son, suspicious older daughter, disbelieving wife, and doting boss-father-in-law in tow.

TeaGirl42's Born to Be My Baby

"We want you to understand that if it were anyone else, I mean if you were anyone else we wouldn't even be having this conversation," Mulder said cryptically.

"Well no..." Skinner replied dryly. "If I were anyone else we wouldn't be..."

Scully rolled her eyes and smiled at their boss patiently, "We're asking you to keep this confidential…for now at least."

"Is this…?" Skinner started to say and looked cautiously around the room signalling to the possibility that someone could be listening in.

"No, nothing like that," Scully assured. "This is all available to anyone who has access to my medical records…this isn't business, this is personal."

The IVF works; and Mulder and Scully are launched into a soft famfic: admitting their love, telling Skinner (because), first dates at planetariums, having a daughter, getting married, and all the et cetera's of a happier life.

FatCat's Eggnog

Scully is tired and sore from all the work of labor, but nothing is bothering her too much. I once again have feeling in my fingers on my left hand. I am drowsy, happy, and ready to join my family in sleep when I hear Scully muttering.

"What? Scully? What did you say?"

" ... didn't get any."

"What, Baby? What didn't you get?"

"Eggnog. I still didn't get any Eggnog. What's a New Year's Eve without eggnog?" she mumbles.

Mulder and Scully are stuck in a stickup at the end of her third trimester; but it gives them time to ruminate on their glaring lack of communication. Both decide that Scully tearing her brothers to bits in Mulder's defense (and dropping the "love" word) is enough to, at least, open the conversation. Their relationship is thwarted, however, just as it begins-- but in a good way.

WildwingSuz/Suzanne Feld's Fruition (Ao3)

"Mulder…” I half-whimpered, not sure who I was angrier with more, the annoyingly cheerful doctor or the man who’d done this to me. So I had asked my partner to be the father, but that was beside the point at the moment....

I gathered my flagging strength as much as I could, feeling Mulder tense behind me. “This is it, Kate, one good push and it’s over,” Dr. Towhees said in that all-too-cheerful voice. “Let’s get this over with; you’re almost done.”

I swore I would strangle him when this was over.

Post Millennium Mulder and Scully have to go into hiding after their IVF is successful; but both don't care as long as they're together with their son. In non-communicative fashion, they only say these things after he's born, of course.

Enjoy!

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