I have a prompt if you could write it? When Scully takes Mulder back to his apartment in Three Words, her pregnancy hormones get the better of her and she ends up losing her shit with him acting like a man child, and is offended that Mulder doesn't know the baby is his.
I’m only doing mini fics right now Anon, I hope this is okay!
Mulder closed the heavy wooden door behind him and craned his neck to watch Scully stomp down the stone hallway and into the bathroom. He knew the slam of the door was coming but it still made him jump. He took off his shoes and tucked them neatly next to the door then hung his coat in the hall closet. He meandered the spacious house, touched what Scully called “art” and decided to boil some water for tea. Yeah, Scully liked tea and he hoped he could pacify whatever was eating at her. He leaned against the counter and watched the kettle.
It had only been three days since Scully told him she was pregnant. He hadn’t said much, he didn’t know what to say. Hell, he still didn’t. Pregnant? At their age? Scully was beautiful, a shining example of a woman in her mid 50’s who looked nearly a decade younger and had the stamina of a 20 year old. But pregnant? The whole William/Jackson thing had him spooked. What if? That’s what he had said to Scully in the car. “What if it’s not mine?” He asked her as he gripped the steering wheel, glancing over at his partner, watching her small body coil like a viper. Shit.
As if on cue the door slammed open and Scully, clad in a mint green robe stalked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” She snapped.
“Making some tea. Would you like some?”
“That’s not what I mean, Mulder!” She crossed her arms and stared into his soul.
He felt his stomach clench. Jesus he loved this woman, but she was terrifying. “I uh, what do you mean? What am I doing?”
“To me, Mulder! What are you doing to me?” She threw her arms up like an Italian grandmother. Her face blotched red and he saw the telltale tremble of her chin.
“I’m not doing anything to you, Scully, what? What do you mean?” He took a step forward and stopped when she held her hands up.
“What if this baby isn’t yours?” She whispered, her voice wavered slightly.
Mulder dropped his head and retreated to the screaming kettle. “Tea?” He asked weakly.
“Mulder.” Her voice was stronger and her arms were crossed again.
“I’m just afraid” he admitted with some defeat. He wasn’t able to meet her eyes and he slid onto a barstool and fiddled with his watch.
“You’re afraid? You’re afraid? Jesus, Mulder, really? What do you think I am?” She slapped his hands, “look at me! Do I look okay? Does this look like the face of a person who is confident in this sort of a situation? I’m fucking terrified!” Her tears betrayed her and raced down her face. She wiped her cheeks furiously. “I’m afraid,” Her voice rose around him like steam and he felt himself melt.
“Scully, I know you’re afraid, but, you know, it’s obvious that the baby is yours. It’s in your body. What if? I mean, they are capable of anything. I just can’t go through this again, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose our child.”
“It’s yours. Mulder, I feel it in my bones, this child is a product of you and me. Nothing more, nothing less. Please believe me. Try to believe me. I need you to. I can’t do this… I can’t do this with out you.” She folded herself into a chair at the dining room table and pushed her hair out of her face then stared at Mulder.
“You won’t do this alone. And I do believe you, Scully.” He walked over and pulled her up and into his arms. “We can do this,” he whispered into her hair.
Tagging @frangipanidownunder for her prompt and @fictober @today-in-fic
“Post-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.“
The first three chapters can be found on AO3: Here
4. Scream
Mulder woke up naked and cold. His head hurt and he could see a bright light above him without having to open his eyes. It didn’t give off any warmth and he knew instinctively that it wasn’t the sun. He wiggled his fingers and then his toes. He could move, barely. Then his hand pressed into the cold ground. It wasn’t the forest floor. It was cold and metallic. Oh fuck, no. He forced himself to open his eyes and was instantly blinded by the light above him. He groaned and rolled over, his face pressing against the cool floor. He opened his eyes again and blinked at the silver wall in front of him. The entire room was smooth metal. Mulder sat up slowly and put his head in his hands. He felt sick, nauseous and hot, and there was a weird taste in his mouth. He looked down at his chest, expecting to see lacerations and scars from experiments. But he looked normal. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked around the room in a panic. Scully. He was alone. Scully was gone. The nausea intensified and he lay back down, curling around himself. I lost Scully.
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Scully woke in the middle of the woods alone. The pain in her back and head had subsided but the vibration was back. She sat up gingerly and brushed some leaves from her hair. The sun was warm and she held her face up to it, trying to absorb what little energy she could. Mulder was gone. The bag was gone. There were no super soldiers chasing her. She felt a moment of relief but it was quickly replaced by deep anxiety. Where is Mulder? She forced horrible thoughts from her head as she pushed herself up and looked around. How long had she been running? And from which direction? Everything looked the same. She instinctively knew that staying in place was the wrong thing to do, so she headed in the direction she was facing and prayed it would lead to something, anything.
Scully didn’t know how long she has been walking but it was long enough that the sun was starting its decent and her mouth was parched. Nothing had changed around her and she feared she was trudging deeper into the forest, away from civilization or any sort of help. Away from Mulder. Damn him. She cursed him to herself. It really wasn’t his fault, who knew if she would be alive had she stayed home? Home. She doubted she had a home left. She pushed those thoughts from her mind too. She focused on walking, on heading towards some sort of destination. She rubbed at her neck and touched the tiny vibrations with the tips of her fingers. She knew she should have taken the chip out. She considered doing it in that moment but her lack of equipment was an obvious reason not to. In her fog of thoughts she didn’t recognize the road ahead of her, but a few moments later she was running. It wasn’t a road; it was a highway, and it was completely deserted. Cars blocked and lined the four lanes and Scully tentatively approached a small SUV on the shoulder. The body of a man was face down in front of the vehicle in a pool of congealed blood. She moved around the body and peered into the car. The keys were in it.
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Mulder sat against the metal wall and shivered. He pushed his knees to his chest and tried to retain whatever body heat he had left. What the fuck are they doing? During his last abduction he couldn’t remember being left alone for this long, let alone untouched. But he had been sitting for hours. He got up and paced, ran his hands over the metallic walls looking for any sort of seam or door. It was a solid dome. His glanced at the blinding light above him that gave off no heat. He refused to become hopeless, but the naggings of fear prickled at his scalp. He was cold, uncomfortable and alone, but his fear for Scully was gut wrenching. She’s strong he reminded himself. She would fight, she always did. The memories of her running through the woods flashed through his mind. She was so fast; she had to have gotten away. Out of nowhere a piercing alarm split through the air in one continuous painful blast. It reverberated through his head and body and within seconds he was on the ground with his hands clasped over his ears. In minutes he was unconscious.
When Mulder woke up he was still naked, but no longer in the metallic dome. He was strapped to a table, something like a gurney; his body spread out and exposed. There were multiple lights above him, bight but not blinding, though his head throbbed and he had to close his eyes. His skin felt clammy and when he tried to move his hands he realized he couldn’t. He was paralyzed. His eyes opened and he tried to turn his head to look at his out stretched arms but a strap placed over his forehead held him in place. He strained his eyes down his body to look at his feet, but was only able to see down his chest. Somewhere behind him the unmistakable sound of a door sliding open jolted him out of his panic. “Who’s there?” He called out, not really expecting an answer but more afraid that he would actually get one. He got an answer; a shadow moved around him and Mulder tried to follow with his eyes but couldn’t track it. He listened to the tapping footsteps around him. He didn’t feel the needle slide into the flesh of his forearm, and once again, he was shrouded in the blackness of his unconsciousness.
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Scully drove in a delirium induced calm; she swerved around cars on the highway, adverting her eyes from the bodies that lay around them and within them. She stopped twice to siphon gas and to grab something to eat but had trouble choking anything down. She forced herself to drink water. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to go west, west towards Montana, west to William.
Scully didn’t remember seeing the man before he walked out in front of her on a narrow back road. Her exhausted mind reacted too late and by the time she realized what was happening the man smashed into her speeding SUV, destroying the windshield and flipping up over top and slamming to the ground behind her. She jerked the wheel to the side and slammed the break peddle with both feet. The speed and sudden turn of the wheel sent the small SUV into a fishtail then rolled once, twice, and then a final time before coming to screeching halt of jagged metal. Scully never lost consciousness. She felt every jolt, slam and shatter of her body. When the car finally stopped moving and the engine choked and died, Scully finally let out a breath she felt like she had been holding for hours. She hung upside down, attached by her seatbelt that cut into her belly and chest. She unclipped it and slammed into the ceiling of the car, letting out an involuntary yelp that manifested into a groan as her body protested. She twisted off of her back and onto her hands and knees, wincing as the shattered and pebbled glass dug into her body. She gingerly pushed herself through the destroyed windshield and half fell onto the cement road. She pushed herself up and sat on her knees for a few moments trying to regulate her breathing. Blood trickled down her face from a gash on her head. Her back burned but she didn’t have the courage to reach around and find out why. A deep moan pulled Scully out of her daze and she suddenly remembered the man she had hit. In a flash she was on her feet, but just as she was about to run towards him, three other men rushed out of the woods to his aid. Scully crouched behind the mangled car.
“Fuck, Jesus Christ, Joe, you okay?” One man called as he nudged the injured man with his boot.
“Aw man, look at his head, there is no coming back from that.” Another man added. The injured man groaned then coughed, it was wet and Scully knew it was blood.
“I’ll do it.” One of the voices said. And then there was an explosion of a gunshot that echoed around them. Scully gasped and covered her mouth as the dying man’s moans ceased.
“Go see if anyone made it in that car.”
Fuck. Scully looked around her and decided her best bet was to run into the woods. Heavy footsteps were moving closer to her and she jumped up, ignoring the burning in her hip and stabbing pain in her back. She ran as fast as she could. Which wasn’t fast enough.
“Hey! Stop!” A deep voice called from behind her and the pounding of heavy boots grew closer. Scully didn’t turn to look at the men chasing her she just pushed forward, but after a few strides she once again found herself face down on the forest floor. This time, it was human men, not super soldiers that held her down. Rough hands grabbed her waist and flipped her over on her back, she held back a cry as her spine protested and sent shocks up and down her body. “Well, well, well, look what we got here, boys.” Three men of un-extraordinary looks peered down at her. Scully writhed and kicked at them, unwilling to go down without a fight, unwilling to go down at all.
“Hey baby, calm down, we’re not going to hurt you.” A callused hand rubbed her bruised face and pushed the hair off of her sticky forehead as another man held down her arms and the third sat on her legs.
“Get the fuck off of me!” She yelled and bucked her body up trying to wrench her way free. It was futile. The men were not in the best of shape and seemed kind of scrawny to Scully, but three of them against her was no match.
“Ohh, feisty little thing.” One of the men laughed and pressed his weight into her stomach and peered into her face. His breath was hot and smelled of stale cigarettes and beer. “You killed our friend, did you know that?”
Scully’s eyes blazed and she stared at him. “You killed him, you shot him.”
“You hit him, lady. How fast were you fucking going? That’s dangerous.” The trio laughed and Scully felt her gut clench. This is not good.
“You can make it up to us….”
“The world is gone, ain’t no one here gunna help you.”
A snort and a throaty laughed echoed around them, “fuck, man, we can repopulate the world!”
“You wanna help us repopulate the word, little momma?”
A hand moved to the waist of her slacks and slipped down, fingers pressing into her pubic hair. Out of options, Scully screamed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @frangipanidownunder
Her prompt: Post-col searching for William but instead of finding him, Mulder and Scully are separated and have to find each other too. Angst. Torture. The works.
This will be my next big chapter work now that I am wrapping up “Alone.” It’s going to be ugly, guys! But in the best way possible <3
Anon prompt: Mulder is suspicious of Scully cheating.
**May or may not continue with this.
Suspicions
They sat on opposite ends of the couch. Scully was curled up on one corner cushion huddled over her now cold bowl of Mulder’s homemade tomato soup in her hands; she hadn’t taken a single bite. She only looked up to glance at the old Jeopardy episode playing on the television. Mulder sat opposite from her, leaned over the arm of the couch, his bowl of soup empty on the table next to him precariously perched on a stack of unopened mail that was months old. He only looked away from the TV to glance at Scully. They hadn’t spoken all day and yesterday wasn’t much better. Scully had fallen asleep on the couch and he hadn’t bothered to wake her when he went to bed. Sometimes it was her turn to sleep on the couch.
Scully was still in her work clothes, her black slacks and maroon silk shirt covered in grey cat hair from the stray Mulder had adopted last year. Mulder named him Gray Man. Which was ironic, given his fascination with Scully and his complete lack of interest in Mulder. Scully had protested the cat but after a few days she was hand feeding him treats and carrying him to bed. Gray Man had replaced Mulder; at least someone had. Scully was working long shifts at the hospital, which wasn’t very unusual; she was known for her strong work ethic and drive. She never left her work unfinished and when your work was curing terminally ill children, well, it was never ever finished. Her days got longer and her nights got shorter. Mulder tried to wait for her, keeping dinner in the oven until he thought his stomach would eat his backbone, but after awhile, Scully would come home smelling of takeout and cigarette smoke. So he stopped bothering to wait for her. She didn’t seem to mind.
Mulder spent his days wandering the house, writing random thoughts on scraps of paper and he recently started cooking. The problem with the cooking was that he really was not supposed to leave the house, so he had to rely on Scully for his ingredients when she went grocery shopping which was becoming less and less frequent. He had left the house 3 times in the last two weeks to buy toilet paper and groceries at the Costco in town. Then another time, he went on a beer run. Everyone had their vices, his was now craft beer and Scully, apparently, was smoking. But he didn’t know for sure, he didn’t ask. And, he really didn’t care. He would have cared, if Scully kissed him, or if she even hugged him, let alone touched him. But those small physical intimacies were long gone. He had tried to engage Scully a few months ago, he gave her all of his best moves. But she simply waved him away and said she was tired. She was always tired. So Mulder took a walk on the back of the property. He had been taking a few more night walks now.
Scully yawned and plopped her bowl and spoon on the coffee table then leaned over to pick up a sleeping Gray Man off of the floor and curled him into her lap. Mulder seethed. My cat. My wife. He picked at his lip. It had been over 5 months since he made love to his wife, 3 months since they cuddled or touched in any sort of affectionate way and almost a month of hardly any conversation. He couldn’t take it.
“Scully?”
“Hmm?” She looked across the couch at him, his cat pawing at the sleeve of her shirt.
“Can we talk?” He was suddenly nervous, his palms got clammy and his mouth went dry.
Scully’s attention was back on the cat, “what do you want to talk about?”
Mulder got up and stood in front of Scully, she looked up at him and then protested when he grabbed the cat and gently tossed him on the floor. “Hey! Mulder, what the hell?” She watched with genuine forlorn as Gray Man slinked out of the living room with an annoyed twitch of his tail.
Mulder sat next to Scully and felt her shift uncomfortably at his closeness. “That!”
“What?”
“When I sat next to you, your whole body tensed.”
“No I didn’t.”
He stared at her, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Scully averted her eyes from his. He felt his stomach drop. “Scully…” his voice was a low whisper.
She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, and then her eyes made a pass at his, and then landed on the hair on her shirt. She picked at it. “Work as been taking a lot of my time, I know that. I’m sorry.”
Mulder scoffed, “time, really? You think that is what this is about? Or is it just a façade?”
“Mulder!”
“Scully, you can’t touch me, hell, you haven’t touched me in months. You can barely look at me, let alone talk to me. That’s not work stress, that’s not your time.” He watched as her and neck flushed a deep red and for a moment he felt a tiny bit of vindication. But the feeling slowly passed as he realized Scully didn’t have a retort; she didn’t have an argument. She knew he was right. “Are you seeing someone?”
“What?” She looked at him in horror and jumped up from the couch and stalked across the room then turned to him, arms tightly crossed in front of her chest.
Her hair swirled around her shoulder and her jaw was tight. Mulder had forgotten how sexy she was when she was mad. Goddamnit, now it not the time! “Is that so surprising? Is it so surprising that I would have that fear?”
“Yes, and it is completely unjustified-“
He cut her off, “unjustified? Bullshit, Scully. You haven’t been here in months. You have checked out. Gone.”
“My work Mulder, my work takes everything out of me!”
“It has for the past 7 years, and now it’s taking its toll on you? On us?”
“No…”
“Then tell me the fucking truth!” He was yelling now and Scully flinched.
“I am not seeing anyone.”
“Okay, not seeing anyone. Fucking anyone?”
She shook her head and dropped her arms to her side in defeat. “No, there is no one, there has been no one but you.”
“I am no one, Scully.”
“Mulder, no. I am just, there is a lot going on and I just can’t focus. Work and this house, and just everything.” She stopped herself from rambling.
“I don’t believe you.”
“What?” Her eyes were wide and shown with new quivering tears.
“I do not believe you.” He turned from her and walked out of the living room and headed to his office, making an extra attempt at slamming the door behind him. His life was gone. He no longer served a purpose. His work, his family, and now Scully and that fucking cat. He had nothing. He sat heavily in his chair and closed his eyes. He decided that he really shouldn’t be surprised. He was washed up, useless and a burden to Scully. She was beautiful, and smart and had her whole live ahead of her; of course she would find someone new, probably a doctor from the hospital. He allowed himself a few minutes to picture Scully with a faceless man, his hands on her body as she melted into him. A few minutes later he heard the front door slam shut and Scully’s small SUV start up then crunch the gravel as she drove down the long driveway. She fucking left me. He was suddenly furious that she had the ability to leave, and he had no choice but to stay and sit in the dark and wait for her.
A few hours later, Mulder awoke, stiff in his chair to headlights shining through the window and the slam of the car door. After a few minutes of not hearing the door open, he decided to investigate. He found Scully sitting on the steps of the front porch smoking a cigarette.
“What are you doing?” He asked from the doorway.
“Smoking a cigarette,” she said dryly.
“But I mean, for real. What are you doing?”
“Lying to my husband.”
Mulder jerked involuntarily, “about what?”
She turned to look at him as she snubbed the cigarette out on the step and put the butt in her pocket. She let out a shuddering breath and patted the step next to her, “we have a lot to talk about.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 19/?
Fandom: The X-Files
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully
Additional Tags: Alien Abduction, Post-Colonization (X-Files), Kidnapping, Pregnancy, Original Character - Freeform, Work In Progress, Trauma, Torture, Survival, Searching, AU
Summary:
TWO NEW CHAPTERS POSTED
A post colonization AU starting at requiem. Scully is taken, not Mulder. Pregnant and alone, she must fight to survive in a desolate world while Mulder searches for her.
