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prompt: In "Detour", Scully sings "Joy to the World" to a wounded Mulder, to stay awake and comfort him (we all know that was part of it. let's just admit it.) What if the situation was reversed? What would Mulder sing to her?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m not sure this is exactly what you were thinking, but this is what came to my mind. I’d put in season 6? Maybe.

“Does this remind you of anything?” Mulder, very carefully,draws Scully closer to him. Her coat rustles; the thick layers don’t provideenough warmth for her shivering body. It’s the shock, she told him a fewminutes ago. Ever the doctor, his Scully. Right now she’s a petulant patient,though.

“No,” she replies, her teeth chattering, “should it?”

“I’m wounded, Scully. Remember the mothmen case in Florida?”Scully groans and he takes it as a yes. The scene is eerily similar: strandedin the woods, thanks to him, and one of them injured in need of warmth andcomfort. The only difference is that this time it’s Scully who is in pain.

“We really should bring sleeping bags next time.” Hechuckles at her remark before he turns serious again. “How is your leg?” Scullyisn’t prone to injuries the same way he is and Mulder wishes he’d been ahead ofher. He would have tripped over the tree root and then fallen right into ahidden trap. Scully insisted on being fine at first, unsurprisingly, but when theystopped and she inspected her leg, there was a gaping cut and her ankleswollen. Which is why, once again, they’re trapped in the forest, swallowed bydarkness.

“I’ll live.” His little trooper.

“You need to sleep, Scully.” He maneuvers her even closer,providing all the warmth he can give her. She feels light as a feather on him. Shesighs as she cuddles against him, the absence of any protest proving howexhausted she is. When she draws her leg closer, she winces.

“You will be fine, right?” He should be the one assuring herthat everything would turn out all right. But he deals in hope and dreams, andshe is the medical doctor.

“Yes, Mulder. The cut isn’t deep and it’s not infected. Myankle is merely sprained. I’ll be fine.“

“Good. That’s good…do you want me to tell you a story?”

“Hm, no,” Scully’s voice is thick with sleep; Mulder hopesthe ibuprofen she had with her helps alleviate the pain to a degree so she canget some rest, “you made me sing… when we were in the forest like this. Youmade me sing.” Mulder smiles; she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t carrya tune. What she doesn’t know though is that he can.

“I’ll sing to you,” he whispers into the cool night, “but it won’t be Joy to the World.” She mumblessomething against his thigh and he puts his arms around her tightly.

“Just pretend,” he begins singing, his voice low;he sure isn’t Elvis, but he’s better than she is, “I’m holding you… andwhispering things soft and low.” She is quiet against him; the shiveringhas stopped for now.

“And think of me, how it’s gonna be. Just pretend Ididn’t go… when I walked away, I heard you say if you need me, you know what todo. I knew it then, I’d be back again. Just pretend I’m right here withyou.”

“Don’t need to.” Scully’s voice is soft againsthim, barely above a whisper. He leans his head down, her hair almost ticklinghis nose.

“Sleep, Scully.”

“Hm. But don’t need to… pretend. You’re here, Mulder.Here with me.” She can’t see it, he knows, but he smiles anyway and henods. He’s here and he’ll never leave her. Not willingly.

“Chorus?” She asks sleepily and it sounds likeshe’s smiling, too. He hopes she is as he continues singing to her, neverstopping once until he’s certain she is asleep.

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