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Defined
"Drawing a blank."
"How big is it?"Â
"Five."
"The clue?"
"Love in the tongue of Tonga or New Zealand."
"Sounds like one of your videos, Mulder."Â
"Ha ha... that one's in Frohike's collection, I'll have you know."
"You said five?"
"Yup!"
"Aroha."
"Aârâoâha..."
"Oh!"
"It is!"
"What do you know about loving tongues in Tonga, Scully?"
"Mad I figured it out first?"
"No, but I'm suddenly curious about your love of Oceania."
"Navy brat."
"A cultured one."
"I like...how it's defined..."
"Aroha."
"Love as a greeting, as mercy, a way of life..."
"...connecting us all."
"......"
"Even... us?"
"Even us."
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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 31
Today's prompt came from @laurencem, so you know it's grown and sexy under the cut.
Scully buys too much candy the first Halloween at the house in Virginia. Mulder isn't sure what she's envisioning. Maybe a pickup with a bed full of kids jouncing up their packed-dirt driveway. Maybe some kind of hay ride, organized by the local farmers. Maybe kids in little red wagons, or riding ponies, or trudging through the crisping grass in their clompy little boots. Cute, small-town stuff, except they don't live in anything approaching a town.
Whatever she imagined, it doesn't happen. They leave the porch light on all evening for nothing. Nobody knocks. Mulder doesn't even think there are kids in the neighborhood, and he's applying that term loosely. They can't even see the lights from the next house. Maybe on a clear winter night.
He knows why she did it. They haven't been in one place a long time. She's thinking of their son, who would be old enough to trick or treat now.
Mulder turns off the porch light. He picks up the bowl of candy. He holds out his other hand.
"C'mon," he says.
"Where?" she asks, but she takes his hand. He leads her upstairs.
XF Fictober drabbles - Day 31
31. "I still love you."
Heâs snuggled with Scully on the couch, watching the flames dance in the fireplace. Their daughter finally fell asleep with the promise heâd wake her as soon as Jackson arrives tomorrow morning.
âDid you ever think weâd end up here?â she sighs, dreamily.
Did he? The wife, house, kids â he never allowed himself that dream. For so long he felt unworthy of that life. Unworthy of her.
Sensing his mood shift, she cradles his face in her hands. âYou know I wouldnât change a day. I still love you, Mulder.â
He touches his forehead to hers. âLove you too, Scully.â
XF Fictober 2025 - Days 1-31 đ
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Puzzling
Mulder keeps his stash in his office, second desk drawer. It doesnât feel good, keeping it from her, but he canât share this. This time is just for him.
A stack of photographs, borrowed from the album she keeps under the bed but never looks atâher own secret stash. He looks through them, memorizing every detail. The last one steals his breath.
The little boy in the picture looks like him, but the expression is all herâtiny brow knitted in concentration, like heâs puzzling out some complicated equation. Their son. He holds the photograph to his aching chest.
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Fictober Day 31: When You Say The Words (I still love you)
Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober25
A short all things post-ep
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How ridiculous, she thinks, as she drives away from Mulderâs apartment in the dawn, sneaking away as if sheâs regretting what they did last night. Sheâs on autopilot, her brain repeating last night like a broken record. Daniel. Mulder. The couch. Touching. Kissing. Skin on skin. Fragments flicker before her mindâs eye, making it difficult to focus on anything else. What will Mulder think when he wakes up and finds her gone, only the scent of her left on his bedding?
She stops at a red light, staring straight ahead. I still love you - thatâs what Daniel had said. Thatâs what heâd used to convince her to come back to him. Words that made her run - not just from him, but from her own feelings. She doesnât love Daniel anymore. Maybe she never did. Just a foolish crush. Thatâs what Melissa had said back then. Oh, Melissa. How she misses her sister. If only she could talk to her now, ask for her advice. Though she knows what her sister would say. She knows what her sister would think about her leaving Mulderâs apartment without even a note.
The light turns green, and she steps on the gas. Thoughts of Daniel fade and are replaced by thoughts of Mulder. Of his strong, warm hands on her. His deep chuckle when she begged him to touch her. Her skin burns with the phantom memory of his fingers. Scully signals and realizes sheâs doing it all wrong. She knew it the moment Daniel said he still loved her. Because her first thought had been that sheâd never told Mulder how she feels. It had always been Mulder saying the words, never her. Even now, after consummating their relationship, she still hasnât told him. No, instead she slipped out of his arms and out of his apartment.
She stops at a coffee shop and picks up two coffees and a Danish, feeling adventurous, invigorated. Back in the car, she turns around and drives back the way she came. Sheâs done running away.
Scully uses her key to let herself into the apartment. Itâs still quiet, still dark inside. She puts the coffees and the Danish on the table, kicks off her heels, and gently pushes the half-open bedroom door. Mulderâs head comes up, his hair a mess, a hesitant smile on his face.
âI thought youâd gone home,â he says, voice heavy with sleep.
âI wanted to,â she says, and his smile falters. âI changed my mind. I got us coffee and a Danish.â
âWhy?â
âItâs morning. I thought we could use some extra energy.â She smiles at him.
âI mean, why did you leave? Why did you come back?â She doesnât think. Just this once, she wants her emotions to take the wheel. She takes off her blazer and crawls back into bed with him. Heâs warm and safe; heâs perfect.
âI donât know why I left,â she says quietly. âFear, I think. But I know why I came back.â
âAre you going to share your findings with me, Agent Scully?â
âI love you,â she says with a small shrug. His face brightens, and she wonders why she ever thought this would be difficult. Itâs the easiest thing in the world.
Fictober Day 31 prompt: 'I still love you'
Set during season 11, or after.
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Her pace quickens to the joyful squeal of children, affixing her cat ears to accompany her hastily drawn eyeliner-whiskers. Scully hates being late. She hates even more letting down the children at her old hospital where sheâs volunteered to help with trick or treating. Hoping Mulder made it on time, hoping the lingering autopsy stench only adds to her Halloween vibe, she rounds the corner to the Nursesâ station at the paediatric ward.
A zombie stands dead still, encircled by a crowd of enthralled children. Blood drips from his mouth, and mottled skin hangs off the side of his face. His eyes are glazed and milky, sitting in blackened sockets. Every so often, a child will work up the nerve to jab him. Or wave their hand in front of his face. Or try to take candy from the pail heâs holding. In turn, and just as sporadically, the zombie will shout, or moan, or tickle them, or chase them around the desk shouting âbraaaains!â, to their delighted screams.
The zombie catches her eye and ambles over, his left arm hanging limp by his side.
âWell, well, well,â he says. âLooks like the catâs been dragged in.â
Mulder leans over and kisses her. Itâs a slow and relaxed: these days thereâs no need to rush anything. She peels liquid latex off her as he pulls away.
âOops,â he says. âSorry. My cheek got stuck to your face.â
âNever mind,â she says through a cheshire grin. âI still love you.â
âHmmmm. I seem to remember the undead got you all hot and bothered at the turn of the century too.â
âIt was more the rush of saving my man.â She runs her fingers through his fair playfully. âHeâs so pretty, you see. Even when his cheek falls off.â
âWill you still need me, will you still feed me, when Iâm flesh and gore?â He sings, pulling her in for a lazy walz to McCartney. She giggles, trying to stick the latex back on his face but it stays stubbornly on her fingers. Mulder leans in for another quick kiss before turning back to his patient audience. âCome on, Macavity, weâve got candy duty.â
"Entrapment"
Chapter 31: "I still love you"
Rating: PG-13
âAs usual, your instincts were correct to question the mysterious rash along the femaleâs hairline.â
âSo it wasnât a post-mortem reaction to a recent hair-dye as Dr. Jackson suggested?â
Scully shook her head in the negative. âAs soon as I saw it, I suspected some kind of poisoning.â
âPoisoning? Through her scalp?â
Mulder picks up the case file to review, wondering where he missed the annotation about the victim ingesting a liquid or food. He thought during Dr. Jacksonâs initial evaluation, there wasnât anything to note as far as stomach contents.
âCertainly, she was found dead in the shower, wasnât she?â
Mulder nodded his head in the affirmative, âDr. Jackson suggested a cardiac event was a possible cause. But with her being so young and having no previous cardiac history, I thought that theory to be a little suspicious.â
âLeave-in conditioner, applied by someone who maybe does her hair? The victim didnât apply it herself, otherwise there would be trace of it on her hands. But there isnât. Whoever did, wore gloves.â Scully pointed out.
âHuhâŠâ Mulder stood there amazed how humans conjure means to eradicate one another.
âSo? What kind of poison are we looking for?â
âNicotine. According to her toxicology reportââ Scully starts.
âWait, wait, wait a minuteâHOW were you able to get a toxicology report so quickly? Dr. Jackson said they wouldnât have results back for at least a month due to being backed up.â
Scully smirks at him. âSeriously? All I had to do was walk in there, bat my eyes at the lab tech and presto! Instant toxicology report!â
Mulderâs shocked face morphs into one that reads he should have known better, âAhhh, you used your feminine wiles to get this report.â Mulder tapped his two fingers against the side of her hip in jest.
âI donât know what youâre talking about Agent.â Scully feigned indifference and moved to the other side of the table, preparing her protective wear, gloves, mask and goggles, to sew the victim back up for release.
âThatâs okay, I still love youâŠeven if you flirted with another guy to get what you wanted.â
Scully clicks her tongue at him, she threads her needle and begins sewing.
âTo be honest, Iâd do it to.â Mulder leans closer watching Scully work.
âI can see it now. Youâd be such a whore, Mulder.â She looks up at him, her goggles catching the overhead florescent lighting. He canât see it, but sheâs smiling at him under her mask.
âA slut for stats.â He volleys.
âA concubine for conclusions.â
âA prostitute for payoff.â
They fall into giggles at how silly theyâre behaving.
After Mulder catches his breath, he really looks at Scully as she sews away. Even after working with her for endless hours, he still stunned by her beautyânot only in physicality, but her mind. Just now, as she sparred with him, his heart lurched to do this with her every day knowing he no longer could due to their current circumstances.
âI guess Iâll just take this up to Howard, let him know weâre looking for a significant amount of nicotine that can be mixed with leave-in conditioner.â
Scully hums in acknowledgement, lost in her element.
âWill you be around for dinner? Or are you expected on a flight back tonight?â
Scully takes the surgical scissors and cuts the excess thread. âUnsure, thatâs Skinnerâs call. Heâs the one that made this arrangement.â
Speaking of, Walter Skinner walks into the lab holding a mask over his face.
âAgents.â He acknowledges. âWhen youâre all through here, Iâd like to see you both in my office.â He turns and leaves.
âWhat do you think that was about,â Mulder asked.
Scully shrugged her shoulders. âGo meet with Howard. I want to freshen up anyway. Meet you in front of Kimâs desk?â
âSure thing, Scully.â
Mulder heads out.
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âI appreciate you being readily available to assist us with this case, Agent Scully. Seems like your expertise has led to two possible subjects which Howard and his team are out performing arrests as we speak.â
âOf course, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity.â
âHer expertise is invaluable, Sir. So invaluable that we should consider having her return here full-time.â Mulder piped up.
âThus the reason for this meeting, Mulder, if youâd quit interrupting me.â
Both Mulder and Scullyâs ears piqued. Scullyâs hands tightened in her lap, while Mulderâs foot jiggled up and down at a fast rate, both thrumming with anticipation at Skinnerâs news.
Skinner takes a breath before continuing.
âThe X-Files has been re-opened. Effective immediately.â
Mulder jumps up out of his chair and woops loudly, his arms raised in celebration.
âAnd Scully??â Mulder takes a threatening step towards Skinnerâs desk.
âYes, her transfer has been approved.â Directing his next sentence to Scully, âYouâll have two weeks to have whatever belongings youâve accumulated in Salt Lake City moved back to Georgetown. But there is still an issue with your sublet. A Mr. Melvin Frohike? Was only just recently advised he will need to vacate the premises. We have to legally give him 30 days to find alternate accommodations.â
Mulder and Scully look at each other in shock.
âDid you know this, Mulder?â
âNo, not at all! He didnât say a thing!â
âHeâs beenâŠ.sleepingâŠin my bed this whole time?! God only knows what heâs been doing in my bed! Iâm going to need a new mattress!â
âHold on, here!â Skinner barks. âYou know this Frohike guy!?â
âSo do you, Sir.â Mulder interjects. At Skinnerâs confused look, âHeâs one third of the Lone Gunmen?â
Skinnerâs eye light with recognition. âOhhh yeah. Well, how convenient for you, I guess.â
âYes, it is.,â Mulder begins to ramble, âWe can kick him out tonight. Order a new mattress before we leave, have it delivered and ready for us to use--â
âWait a minute,â Skinner stands up behind his desk. âFor you to use?â
Scully dips her head into her hands in embarrassment. Mulder basically outed them to their boss.
âI-IâI meant for Scully to use, Sir.â
âBut that is not what you said, Mulder. You said ready for US to use.â
âTechnicality?â
The room is silent for an undetermined amount of time. Scully tries to look anywhere but at Skinner or Mulder.
âJustâget out. Get out of my office. Go home. Whether itâs together or not, itâs not my business. Please donât make this my business even though youâve been making it my business since 1993. Just do your fucking jobs. I mean, no fucking on the job--Get out!!" Skinnerâs bald head blushes a deep pink, he whirls away from them and strides to his floor-length windows to compose himself.
Mulder takes Scully by the arm and hauls her up out of her chair.
They quickly make their way, Mulder holding her arm, into the elevator where they fall into a fit of giggles as soon as the doors slide closed.
âI donât know what to make of that, Mulder. Iâve never felt so many emotions all at one time.â
They bump into each other as they come out of the elevator and walk to a familiar door they havenât seen in quite some time. Mulder pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. He holds it open so she can walk through.
âNice to know they didnât change the locks on me.â
Scully flips the switch on the wall to turn the light on. They both look around. The office is virtually unchanged. They both sag into each otherâs side, taking it all in.
Mulder turns, taking her hands into his.
âWelcome home, Scully.â
Her eyes well with tears, thinking of all theyâve been through to get to this moment. She goes up on her tip toes and kisses him softly, languidly.
She pulls away reluctantly, her arms threading around his neck. Her sweet breath dances over his succulent lips.
âItâs good to be home.â
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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 30: Vacant
Today I'm using a prompt from @inktober
Her eyes are empty windows. When he looks into them, he has a fractured view of a burned-out factory: her soul, torn down to the studs. There's nobody home, not so much as a ghost.
That's what Pfaster does to her. He remembers the last time. Not that night â she was crying then, and he wrapped her in his arms â but the next day. She met him for breakfast off the hotel lobby, carrying herself so carefully. He knew where all her bruises were. He'd seen them at the hospital. She had clutched his hand, not letting go, even as the nurses had coaxed her to remove most of her layers so they could document her injuries. He got her coffee, picked all the nicest pieces of fruit out of the salad to tempt her. But she just sat in her chair across from him, staring at nothing. Vacant.
He has more options this time. He takes her home, tucks her into his bed. She says nothing. Her eyes are dry this time, but she has that same fractured focus, that hollowness in her gaze. He offers to sleep on the couch. Wordlessly, she pulls him close, until he's pressed up against her, his arm locked over her hip.
"Don't leave," she whispers, and it sounds like the sigh of wind through the cracks of a ruin.
He doesn't leave. He holds her until she comes back to herself, her soul welling up in painful sobs. He holds her as she sleeps, limp and exhausted. He'll hold her until she feels safe again, even if it takes a lifetime.
XF Fictober drabbles - Day 30
30. puzzling
Fox Mulder is not what she expected.
Of course, sheâs heard of his reputation with Violent Crimes. It was impossible to find a recent Academy graduate who hadnât. She expected someone exceptionally brilliant but aloof â someone who underestimated her capabilities.
But his slideshow feels like heâs daring her to join him on a journey. And not just the immediate one to Oregon. Sheâs energized by their banter and the challenge of puzzling this case out with him.
Her smile is automatic as she walks away, feeling a pulse of anticipation.
It feels like the first step of a new adventure.
Inferno
Those early days on the road she feels like someone else, someone dangerous and wild. Endless desert, sunbaked tarmac and flea-bite motels; fucking, not lovemaking. Itâs always been electric between them, but this is something new. His touch burns. He grips handfuls of her hairâcut short, box-dyedâpounding her into the wall until she canât see straight, canât feel anything at all except the heat, all-consuming. She hopes it burns them alive. He comes with a shuddering gasp, buries his face in her neck. His tears cool her skin, inferno reduced to embers. She wishes he would hate her.
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Fictober Day 30 Prompt: 'Do you trust me?'
Some happy families stuff because Fictober is nearly over, and I'm sad about that.
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âHe knows you love him!â Mulder insists.Â
âHow? How could he possibly know that?â Sheâs elemental, instinct clawing out of her to find her son, when it happens. His hand to his brow, uncertain and juvenile. âJackson.â
Face hard, peaks of fear in the whites of his eyes, he turns but her hand is faster than his legs and she grips Mulderâs jacket, as familiar as her own skin. Â
âCome with us. We can protect you.â Determination crowds her voice with purpose. He falters. The seconds of possibility slip by fast, where the future is still forked. âI have no reason to lie and every reason to keep you safe. Do you trust me?â
They sprint through clanging, intestinal tunnels, connected by their singular purpose of survival, knitting their futures together once more. She swings the car around for Mulder, who jumps in the back with gun-residue sweat.Â
âDrive, Scully,â he begs. âI got him. Heâs gone. But we gotta get out of here.â
Jacksonâs knee hops their frenzied pulse in the corner of her eye.Â
Fictober Day 30: Do You Trust Me?
Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober25
A post-ep for How The Ghost Stole Christmas.
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With their gifts unwrapped and Mulderâs nose buried in the book she got him, Scully realizes she doesnât want this moment to end. She pictures him as a young child, early on Christmas morning, tearing through gifts. Wonders how heâd be with children of his own. She shakes her head, refusing to go down that path now.
âMulder, come with me to my momâs,â she says, breaking the spell. Mulder lifts his eyes to her, blinking in surprise.
âIâve already taken up too much of your time. Go and have fun with your family.â
âMy mom invited you.â As she does every year.
âOnly to be polite.â
âMulder, do you trust me?â He puts a finger between two pages of his book and stares at her as if sheâs just grown two heads.
âOf course I trust you.â
âThen trust me when I say that my mom wants you there. If we leave now, we can just about make it in time.â
âBut-â
âTrust me, Mulder.â
His only answer is a sigh.
While Scully knows her mother loves Mulder dearly and has invited him over for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and countless Sunday dinners, she still feels his tension seep into her as they stand before the festively decorated front door. All her worries melt away, though, when her mother opens the door. Her smile brightens, and tears well up in her eyes. Instead of hugging her daughter, she takes Mulder into her arms, hugging him with all her might.
âIâm so glad youâre both here. Come in, come in.â
Mulder clings to Scullyâs arm as they join her family and a few of her motherâs church friends for the festivities. Heâs introduced as her partner, but several hours and too many iterations later, heâs turned into her boyfriend. The first time an elderly woman from church addresses him as such, he starts stuttering, trying to find the right words. Scully puts a hand on his knee, calming him.
âJust let them,â she says in a whisper. The huge smile on his face feels like another Christmas gift. For the rest of the day, heâs the best fake boyfriend sheâs ever had. Heâs attentive and charming with her, sweet and generous with the various kids and relatives.
âMaggie, your son-in-law is a delight. Whatâs his name again?â Scully hears one of the women say in the kitchen. She twists her head to catch her motherâs reaction. Sheâs cool as a cucumber, drying dishes, and winking at her daughter before she answers.
âHis name is Fox and heâs a wonderful man.â With a deep pink blush on her face, Scully leaves the kitchen to rescue Mulder from grabby toddler hands.
âI havenât had a Christmas this fun in years.â Heâs smiling, and she wonders if he knows that one of the kids has smeared chocolate on his forehead.
âWell, from the looks of it, you might have to attend every family function from now on.â Mulder tilts his head, giving her a questioning look. âKitchen consensus is that weâre as good as married.â
âOh,â he says. âOh,â he repeats and grins at her.
"Entrapment"
Chapter 30: "Do you trust me?"
Rating: PG-13
âSo what was the cause of death, Jackson?â Mulder stood on the other side of the exam table from Dr. Adam Jackson, a newb pathologist at Quantico that made Mulder want to pull his hair out.
âItâs inconclusive, Agent Mulder.â
The cadaver between them had the y-incision spayed out, chest was cracked and the victimâs organs were laying in various plastic sterile containers.
âWhat do you mean itâs inconclusive?â
âI meanâŠitâs inconclusive. There could be many causes of death. Heart attack being one of them. It certainly wasnât the blow to the head. That appeared after the victim fell and hit her head when she went down.â
âYou have her file. Would a medication she was taking do this?â
âShe wasnât taking any daily medications aside from a multivitamin.â
Mulder turns away, his hands in his hair. He knows that if he keeps them there, he wonât be tempted to punch Jackson in the face. Itâs times like these where he really missed Scully.
It had been seven weeks since theyâd said good-bye to each other in that short-term parking lot. Just as they were about to make plans for him to come out for a weekend visit, he was pulled onto another case. A day later, the same for her.
So, for now, they are in semi-exclusive bi-coastal long-distance relationship. They kept more in touch with one another when they couldâat least sending a âgood-night, sleep-tightâ text before one of them hit the pillow.
Mulder turns around, this time with his hands clasped behind his head. âWhat about this weird rash-looking thing along her hairline?â Mulder nods in the direction of the victimâs head.
âSheâs a red-head, Agent Mulder. She must have been dying her hair when she fell and cracked her head open. Post-mortem shows she may have been allergic to the hair dye, thus the rash.â
âSo, you got nothing.â Mulder throws his arms out to the side and rolls his eyes.
âAs I saidâŠinconclusive.â
âYeah, yeah I fucking heard you.â Mulder whips the surgical mask off his face, turns and pushes the swinging door of the exam room open and peels the blue drape from his chest. He chucks both into the medical waste bin and stalks down the hallway.
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Fictober25 - Day 30 - Do You Trust Me?
X-Files Fanfic @xffictober25
Rating: T
Pairing: F/M
She trusts him with her life, but trusting him with her heart is far harder.