#agent-troi

35) things you said that made me feel real (Ao3)

"I haven't been sleeping well." He pulls up a chair and sits close to her bed, but not too close. She can see him better now; shadows playing on his face, his eyes alert and curious. But she keeps quiet. Scully can tell he wants her to admit the same. She flushes with horror thinking he might have heard her scream out from her nightmare. The first few nights her mother had stayed with her and after her Melissa. Both, with teary, pitiful eyes had told her about her night terrors. What are those dreams about? Her sister had wanted to know. Scully had not told her. Could not tell anyone.

Post-Firewalker Mulder helps ward off nightmares.

Early season MSR, #30 (Ao3)

“Mulder, you’re not the problem.” Her whisper in this dark, quiet closet could have just as well have been a scream. He is silent after that and Scully is convinced she can hear him think. He is going through their files in his mind, searching for any indication why this is so difficult for her; it takes him a while, longer than she thought it would, and she knows exactly when he gets it. His gasp is audible, sounds painful in her ears, and almost immediately his hand is back on her shoulder.

“Duane Barry.” It’s not a question. “He- when you – when he…” Scully nods, hoping to shut him up.

“I’m so sorry, Scully.” His apology is different this time and his hand leaves her shoulder, lands on her back, and gently starts stroking up and down; Scully is uncertain if he’s even aware of what he’s doing.

Pre-Red Museum Mulder helps his partner cope with Duane Barry flashbacks.

Anything For Her

“Oh hey,” Mulder stumbles over his greeting. He swallows and sits upright on his couch, as if that would make a difference. He turns down the volume of the TV. “How – how are you feeling?” There’s more silence, graver than before. Mulder expects the worst, even if he can’t say what that would be right this moment. His throat is dry and he swallows again.

“Can you… I don’t think I should be alone tonight.” Even now she can’t ask him. But Mulder, after all this time, can’t blame her. He turns off the TV, searches for his shoes.

“I’ll be right there, Scully.”

Cancer arc Mulder makes bread for Scully.

Whispered Words (Ao3)

“Scully? Are you okay?”

How many ‘I’m fine's’ are too much, she wonders as she stares at him, leaning against the wall. She’s breathless, can’t take in enough air. Her stomach revolts against everything and she prays silently like she never has before to please, please not be sick right here, right now.

“Hey.” Mulder is by her side, crouching down to be eye-level with her. She doesn’t want to look at him. She wants to tell him that she’s fine. She wants to be okay.

“I’m- I don’t-,” she breaks up, sobs; she doesn’t want to cry but her tears fall anyway. If she doesn’t say it, if she doesn’t admit she’s sick, then she won’t be, right?

“It’s okay,” Mulder says and touches her arm. “Do you- can you walk on your own? Do you need an ambulance? I’m gonna call-”

“Mulder, no.” She puts her hand on his where it lays on her arm. “I just want to go home. Just… home.”

Cancer arc Scully nearly collapses after too many hours on her feet.

So I'm on the 3rd day of my field work and sharing my room with a colleague.

She keeps telling him that she’s fine of course, and while he believed her at first, wanted so badly to believe, he sees it’s a lie. No amount of make-up can cover up her pale complexion. The exhaustion that follows her around, palpable in every move she makes.

Cancer arc Mulder shares a room with his waning partner.

39 - scully

"Scully!" She hears the breathless desperation in Mulder's voice and the rustling sound his boots make, running through the leaves surrounding them.

"I'm fine," she yells back, hoping he'll slow down. If they both fall and hurt themselves, then how are they going to get out of here? But he doesn't slow down; his pace increases.

"There you are." Mulder comes into view, out of breath, and falls to his knees right in front of her, a tree limb breaking under his weight. The sound reverberates. "What happened? You were gone and then- Scully?"

Scully falls down a hole and twists her ankle.

Fine (Ao3)

She hobbles away from him as best as she can on one foot. He stares at her, dumbfounded.

“You’re not carrying me.” The way she says it leaves no room for negotiation.

“Then how are you planning on getting back?”

“I’ll walk,” she says, hopping on one foot.

“Let me help you, please,” he begs her. “Just… let me make sure you don’t break your other ankle, too.”

“It’s not broken, Mulder.”

“Potato, potahto.” He puts his arm around her waist and lets out a sigh of relief when she doesn’t fight him. “Are you happy now?” He asks her as they hobble along at a snail’s pace.

Scully sprains her ankle.

Some h/c! Late season 6-ish. (Ao3)

She’s on the ground holding her throbbing leg when she sees Mulder rush towards her. He’s a blur as he falls to his knees in front of her, swirling up a bunch of leaves.

“What happened?” he asks, his hand finding hers on her hurt leg.

“I tripped,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Can you get up?”

“Yes,” she says and tries to put weight on her leg. The pain shoots through her whole body, blinding her. “No, I can’t,” she admits sheepishly.

Scully breaks her leg while in cryptid pursuit.

Scully is attacked and Mulder helps her.

After five years on the road with Scully, Mulder knows that motel room walls are paper-thin. So thin in fact that sometimes Mulder imagines watching Scully’s silhouette on the other side of the wall. They’re so thin that Scully can reiterate whatever movie he’s watched to fall asleep the night before. One of the reasons why, at least when they have adjoining rooms, Mulder no longer watches porn movies in his room.Tonight, they’re so thin that Mulder is woken by a gentle thumping noise against the wall. Thump, thump it goes without rhythm, hard, then harder. He rubs his eyes, listens. Thump, thump. Various scenarios run through Mulder’s mind as he gets up; he pays them no attention. Thump, thump.

Mulder intercepts a violent attack on his partner.

Always Partners (Ao3)

She doesn't know if she's happy or sad that Mulder is here at the crime scene too. They weren't working together - again. And he shouldn't be here. She doubts that anyone called him. Even Skinner wouldn't dare. But now he's here. Much to her chagrin, he's not alone. She catches the exact second when Mulder spots her. One moment he's walking and smiling with Diana, the next he’s sprinting toward her, his face a mixture of terror and anger.

“What happened here?” he asks, his voice close to a bark. The paramedic working on Scully jumps back in surprise. But Mulder pays him zero mind.

“What happened to you?” His voice and his expression soften. He only has eyes for her. 

Post-Tithonus Scully is injured on a Kersh assignment.

Hi, do you take prompts for Fictober? ;) (Ao3)

“Mulder,” she says, suppressing a giggle, “I’m not made of glass.”

But she’s wrong there, he thinks, as he keeps his arms around, leading her inside her apartment by taking tiny steps as if he’d just learned to walk. In many ways, he feels like he has. There’s precious cargo between them. 

Mulder pampers Scully after her first IVF round.

The Space Between Words (Ao3)

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when his cell phone lights up, flashing Scully’s name. His head throbbing, he reaches for it and presses the phone to his ear.

“Hi,” he says softly, his tone full of tears and dreamless slumber.

“Hi.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, trying to get comfortable. He may be used to sleeping on a couch, but he’s not used to sleeping on one that’s designed for someone much shorter.

Post-Per Manum Mulder waits for Scully to let him back in.

Prove It (Ao3)

She should have known he wouldn’t leave her alone once they get back. His hands are on her as soon as she’s out of the car. His concern, while exaggerated, is sweet, and she smiles up at him.

“Now that’s what I like to see,” he mumbles, his own lips curling into a smile. “I’ll get you some painkillers and a glass of water. Do you need anything else?” It doesn’t happen often that Mulder pampers her. Not because he doesn’t want to; she knows he does. Tonight, she decides, she will indulge him.

“Just you,” she says, surprising him.

Post-Theef Mulder cares for his partner.

The whole room is asleep... (Ao3)

The whole room is asleep; there’s no humming from the air conditioning, no ticking clock, no blaring TV set. Only Mulder is awake. The clock reads 10 pm, but his mind says 1 am East Coast time. The three hour time difference between this hotel room in California and home messing with his mind and body. They’re flying home tomorrow; the Peattie case now solved and at rest. Next to him Scully shifts as if reading his thoughts. He half expects her to open her eyes and talk to him about the case, Dr. Wieder or Peattie or really anything at all. But she doesn’t. She’s sleeping on her stomach now, her face turned away from him. 

Post-Theef Mulder writes his feelings on Scully's skin.

Love is Not Blind

“Of course. I, um, need your key.”

“It’s in my coat pocket.” When she makes no move to take it out herself, Mulder reaches into her pocket, feeling around. The action is far too intimate, and his head is too close to hers. She must hear him breathing shallowly. His fingers come into contact with something cool and solid, so he takes it out.

“Found it,” he says stupidly and unlocks the door to her room. “Wait a second,” he says, touching her hip. “I’m just going to turn on the lights.”

“Makes no difference to me.” When he turns to her, he sees the smallest of smiles on her face. But her bottom lip quivers, trying to keep her real emotions at bay.

“Better not risk me falling over, huh? My doctor is currently unavailable.” 

AU-- Theef Scully's eyesight doesn't return immediately.

There Has To Be An End, (Ao3)

“Mulder, we shouldn’t…” but what they shouldn’t, she doesn’t specify and Mulder doesn’t let go. If she wasn’t feeling so dizzy, maybe she’d get up, pretend they’re nothing but professional. The words he said to her last night still ring in her ears: there has to be an end. There is so much more than this. When will they ever not find the other in peril? Is there an end for them? What if he’s right?

Requiem Mulder and Scully decide to leave.

(There’s No) Me Without You, Ao3

“Mulder, I’m going with you.”

“Going- Scully, no. You can’t go away. You just- you just gave birth. William is only a few days old. We talked about this.” His hair stands up in all directions, and her mind is filled with the first time he showered at her place after they’d become intimate. She’d rubbed his hair dry with the towel because his arm was still sore after his New Year’s Eve attack. They’d laughed and kissed, feeling carefree for once in their lives. That is what she wants back. That is what she’s prepared to fight for.

“I can, Mulder,” she says, handing him a sleeping William and walking back into the living room.

Post-Existence Scully insists she and William run with Mulder.

@scullygazer's From Now… Until Forever

Mulder held Scully’s hand tightly (but avoided grabbing it too tightly as not to scare her again) as he walked her to the car.

Post-Irresistible Mulder supports Scully.

@agent-troi's Security Questions (Ao3)

“You know what I think? I think you’re just embarrassed that you failed to recognize it wasn’t my voice and you’re exaggerating her abilities to save face.”

Mulder shook his head emphatically. “No, Scully, it was an exact replica, and if there’s anyone– or anything– else out there that can impersonate either of us that well, we need to develop a system.”

“A system?” Scully raised an eyebrow. “Like a secret password or something?”

Post-Die Hand Die Verletz Mulder decides he and Scully need code words (which comes in handy with shape shifters.)

@writingwell's

Holding Me (xffic)

Mulder caught her as she fell back, the gun slipping from her limp fingers.

Panic seared into him, fresh with the blood soakign through his shirt and slicking his hands. He figured they had ten minutes until someone realized that they were not dead, and that their hit man was not coming back out.

Scully is shot while she and Mulder are caught on a stakeout.

A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

What did he have at the FBI anyway?

Ashes.

Nothing but -

Her body quaked.

He sat very stilly, very quietly, silently holding his breath.

She was seeing the detruction again, behind her closed eyes, watching the fire of nothing burn them alive.

She shivered and he held her tighter, closer, needing to comfort her too, needing to give back what she had wordlessly given.

Post-The End Mulder and Scully weather together.

Don't Quit

He ran back after hanging up, falling on all fours at her side.

"They'll be here soon, Scully. Just hang on."

Her head lolled to see him, but he wasn't even sure she was focusing too well. Her neck arched as she struggled for air and her hands scratched at the dirty hall floor. Mulder grabbed one of her hands and held her cheek with his other. She made a little sobbing noise that shattered his soul and he pushed closer to her.

FTF Scully slowly loses consciousness.

Vatic Room

"All your clothes were still on the bed and wrinkled in the suitcase--"

"Oh. I was too tired to try," she lied and turned away from him.

"That's not like you. Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. His voice was soft and hesitant; he didn't seem to know what he could say or do without threatening the tenuous connection they had established on New Year's.

Pre-Orison Scully misses the warning signs.

Noyade

"You can wear your pajamas, Scully."

He pulled her arms into the sleeves of her black coat, then tugged it over her shoulders, pulling the lapels together snugly and smiling at her. His body was radiating heat at her and she leaned in unconsciously, closing her eyes.

Post-Orison Mulder comforts his blank, injured partner.

Midnight

She likes to be touched, because she likes to know she is alive.

Mulder waits for Scully to call him after a particularly rough case.

Told You So

The motel room was lit by soft candles they'd found in the drawers, suggesting that blackouts happened often.

Scully was standing by the door, pacing as she looked over their notes on the case, glancing intermitently at him for reassurance.

His black eye was still slightly swollen, but the dazed look no longer glazed his features, and he had managed to work a bit on his profile.

For a fleeting moment, she was oddly proud that Detective Bonne had only managed one punch before Mulder flattened him.

Mulder and Scully trade turns defending each other from the local force (and an ambush of racists.)

Found

The man who comes to the door looks even worse than the woman who rises to meet him. His hands shake as they take mine, his eyes thanking me before moving to see her.

"Scully," he says, strangled.

Scully is found, bloody, on the road.

Through Time I, Through Time II, Through Time III, Through Time IV, ThroughTime VI, and Through Time VI Two

He crept forward, suddenly shy and siddled up to the bed, peering at the bundle she held. Caddy titled it so he could see and leaned toward him.

"You've got a boy, Malcolm," she whispered.

There were tears in his eyes as he bent forward and kissed his son's new pink flesh. ...

Caddy smiled and caught her breath. "Shall we name him Dryw?"

Malcolm made a face; his name meant wise fox in Gaelic and he hated it, after being constantly teased when he was a wee child.

"Nay," he said. "How about Keefe?" The name was a sign of favor for a son, meaning love, promise and good looks.

AU-- Mulder and Scully's reincarnated lives.

EllieL's

The River

I feel Mulder's arm behind the back, lifting me to the cot. It makes the pain worse. Leave me alone.

His hands are shaking. I feel his hands moving around my stomach. That must be where I was shot.

AU-- Mulder and Scully are trapped with Albert Hosteen during a prison riot.

Walls

She could hear him rattling pots, perhaps searching for the kettle, or perhaps just trying in his own blatant way to remind her of where he was.

Post-Orison Mulder gives Scully his support.

@incidental-ao3's Febuwhump 2023: The Truth is Out There (And the Fic is In Here) - Chapter 5

“It’s barely a flesh wound, Mulder,” she corrected as he nudged the door open with his foot and leaned inward as if to say, after you. “I’m really fine.”

“You were still technically shot,” he insisted, closing the door behind him and beginning the process of disentangling himself from her many belongings.

Mulder hovers after Scully's been shot.

@tatooedlaura-blog's

Our Moments

He made his way to her door to find her curled on the bed, small lump under thick covers. Stealing to the other side, he carefully lay down, sliding under the quilt in silence. If she wanted to, she could hit him later for arriving in her bed unannounced.

He would love it if she had the strength to hit him hard enough for it to make an impact.

Then again, she’d hit him before and it never made an impact.

AU-- Cancer arc Mulder and Scully draw closer during her illness.

Luck and Stubborness 

He moved his forehead to hers, knowing she’d recognize the gesture if not the voice, “Scully, please, I need you to look at me right now; I need to know you’re back with me; I need to know that you’re alright.”

Her eyelids fluttered, opened once, caught sight of him, closed again, “it’s not my blood.”

Whispers couldn’t cut it right now with all the chaos surrounding them, “what?”

Voice an octave higher, “it’s not my blood.”

One mystery solved, he moved on to another, “you’re already bruising up. Did he hit you?”

Single nod.

Mulder cares for his shell-shocked partner after she survives a bank robbery.

@slippinmickeys's

Unnamed (Ao3)

He would have crumpled then and there if her nose hadn’t started to bleed. Instead he felt something in him ignite.

AU-- Samantha Mulder was Roche's last victim.

87 Shades of Black

I sit here, shell-shocked by not only what I've just seen, but by the fact that some of the things I've put my trust in over the years were all bunk. I'm such a hypocrite.

I can see why Scully was so upset now. *Is* so upset.

But she should know by now that I wouldn't be here now if I'd chosen the X-Files instead of her. She should have known that anyway, but then, Scully is a little more insecure than she lets on.

I can't understand why she's still acting as if at any moment I'll leave her to fend for herself, and the child that's growing inside her.

And then it hits me.

She doesn't know that *I* know about the baby. And she thinks that because of what Diana said, that I won't want it. That I won't want her, and that I'll hate her for it.

We shall have to remedy that.

AU-- Mulder is forced to give up the X-Files or lose his captured (and pregnant) partner forever. Of course, walking away is never truly black-and-white.

Only Say Goodnight (Ao3)

He wouldn’t remember it later – carrying his new little family through the dusty empty streets. What he would remember, with a harsh pang of anguish and regret, was the crew telling him he couldn’t fit with Scully and the baby in the back, that if he wanted to ride with them at all it would have to be in the cockpit, in the seat he’d ridden in on.

The whole ride, he’d craned his head like a meerkat, trying to see her, see the baby, but she was strapped in behind his seat and his headset kept knocking into it, getting skewed and knocked off, the sound of the engine roaring into his ears.

Existence Mulder arrives to shepherd his family to safety.

Three Part Harmony (Ao3) 

The fist around her heart seemed to squeeze tighter. “Don’t do this, Mulder. Don’t make my baby out to be-“

On her words, Mulder punched the table below him hard enough to cause the silverware on it to jump, and her jaw snapped shut. His face was thunderous, and she watched as he took a steadying breath.

“Do not,” he started, barely able to keep his anger in check. “Start with the ‘my baby’ again, Scully. I played that game before he was born, but I refuse to play it again. That boy is just as much my child as he is yours, and I will not let you or anyone else diminish that ever again.” He took another breath. “I’m not attempting to establish patria potestas here, but if we can’t agree, out loud, that he is different from other kids, we don’t have any hope of protecting him.” 

AU-- Post-S9 Mulder and Scully stumble across their son in time to save him from Consortium agents, hitting the road in a desperate attempt to stay one step ahead.

North of Zero (Ao3) and More North of Zero (Ao3)

It had been ninety minutes since William had been sick and they had made decent time though the boy was clearly miserable. The both of them smelled like horse and fear-sweat, maybe vomit, and his son’s head would occasionally bump back into his shoulder, each time resting there for a little bit longer. 

“It’s okay to sleep on me, Will,” he said into the boy’s ear, “your mom does it all the time.”

Seconds later his heavy head thunked back onto Mulder’s shoulder and stayed there, the boy relaxing against his chest. 

Post-Colonization Mulder and Scully reunite with their son, forcing them to evade capture by alien and earth-bound pursuers.

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae, Ao3

“A couple more inches and you’re there, Mulder,” she said, watching the winch’s cable closely. 

“Copy,” came Mulder’s voice. 

“Okay,” Scully said a moment later, putting her hand on the cable to better gauge its tautness. “I think we’re there. I’m going to back away from the anchor in case it snaps.”

“Twenty feet to your four o’clock,” Mulder instructed her. She knew he was keeping a careful eye on her so that she didn’t find a quicksand pool herself. 

“Copy.”

AU-- Mulder and Scully, astronauts, are tangled up in a sabotaged Mars mission.

@wtfmulder's What We Do in the Trees

She awoke in a dark room, the blinds drawn tight against the sun outside, her mouth dry and evil-tasting. Her headache was gone, but her thoughts were impossible to catch as they swirled around her. They were dreamlike, hallucinogenic.

“Scully?” Mulder’s voice.

She blinked and tried to bring the room into focus. It was moving too fast. The bed dipped down beside her and she automatically rolled inward, like she weighed too little to offer up resistance.

“Hey, Scully.” His hand on her scalp. Warm and heavy. He petted her, breath hitching when her nails found his thigh and dug in. “You told me to bring you back here and fell asleep. Are you feeling okay?”

She wasn’t.

While cancer arc Scully's condition worsens, she and Mulder solved a case steeped in the extremities of loss, grief, and superstition.

@melforbes's

seaglass blue

“Would you mind making me some tea?” she asks, making him flinch with surprise at the sound of her voice. With her tone low, her speech dry, she sounds drained, too tired even to sleep. “There’s chamomile in the cabinets.”

So he nods and stands, looking back at her as he leaves the bedroom, seeing the curve of her body in bed, the way she sinks into the mattress. Though he’s always seen her as small, as little shoes alongside his, as skirts he could hardly fit a single leg of his in, she’s never been so frail to him, so fragmented. At first, he could deny it all, but now, she looks as if she’s dying. 

AU-- Late-S4 Mulder takes his dying bride to the sea.

sunday, 3am

“It’s okay,” he whispered, the bag of ice in his hand hovering before her, his brain buzzing in the overtired way he used to feel accustomed to. If his circadian rhythms were reliable, then he and his body estimated that three in the morning, maybe half past, had come and gone. A long time ago, she’d told him that keeping lights on from the nighttime hours of ten-to-ten harmed the brain’s ability to produce melatonin, but he figured that light would be the least of their worries tonight.

Pre-IWTB Mulder cares for his battered partner.

in sickness

for hours, he knew she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop coughing long enough to let herself fall asleep. at one in the morning, he propped her up with some extra pillows, let her curl up next to him as she cringed against each cough. he rubbed her sore back, could tell that her chest hurt already, was glad she called in sick.

Post-IWTB Mulder whisks a very ill Scully to the hospital.

a past fill

he tried giving her soup, a plan that didn’t work because she wouldn’t eat it. he tried giving her advil, heard no end about how fever reducers only end up making fevers last longer. he tried massaging her shoulders, an action that only left her more irritable and achy. when he recommended tamiflu, she scoffed and insisted that that stuff’s controversial, that it’s a placebo. now, he has tea for her, but she doesn’t want the tea either. though she’s been sick around him plenty of times, it’s been years since either of them last had the flu, so his run-of-the-mill fever cures won’t work. if he knew what she needed in order to feel better, he would go to the ends of the world to get it for her, has done that once before already, but for now, he hasn’t a clue as to what will help.

Revival Mulder cares for his sick Scully.

shawntaw's Flight

They were about fifteen minutes into the flight when Sheila heard it.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Scully."

There was a moment of silence during which Sheila held her breath, waiting for Mulder's benefit.

"I know, Mulder. But you have to stop hovering. Its over, just let me go on with my life."

Post-Redux II agents observe Mulder and Scully's yearning, distanced relationship.

XP1's

Still Waters

She thanked him with a slow blink, and kept going.

“Listen.” she continued. “She is my child. But you were right. You were right.” Her eyes were hard as she looked at him. “She is not my daughter. This was not meant to be. We are strangers to each other, brought together by circumstance.”

His hands tensed on her bicep and he couldn’t make sounds. His mouth worked, open, confused, unbelieving. He brought his head down to her brow and his heat and his anger met her cool understanding.

"No", he said softly, kissing her forehead. “No” he mouthed wetly, angry, and he thread a hand through her hair, tilted up her mouth.

“Yes.” she said softly, and he had trouble breathing. She was working hard to stay calm, and to help calm him down. 

Mulder proposes the only solution he can think of to save Emily's life.

Fire

The stress and the adrenaline that had lent her their strength dissolved from her now, leaving her aching and shakey. He felt her body begin to give in to gravity, and he carefully, if awkwardly, half carried her to the ground.

She hissed as her back arched on the cold tile and she coughed deep and phlegmatic, rolling onto her side.

 “Up.” She commanded as she struggled to sit. ‘Sit the patient up, Mulder,’ she’d once taught him as they both worked together to keep a victim alive. ‘Airway straight, airway clear’ she’d instructed, showing him how.

He remembered the lesson and sat with his chest to her back, pulling her to him between his legs, holding her tight.

Mulder cares for his weathered partner after she saves a child from a burning building.

This Is Nothing - Chapter 2

A tooth passes by him unnoticed,lost in a memory, of her body on his, and her hands led by her hips. As the little kind crumbles Mulder remembers that warm summer night, as she choked up on the bat and swung for the fences. Someone is screaming in pain but all that he hears are the words that he’d said: In life, as in baseball, if you aim to connect, then make sure you follow through.

This, through Mulder's perspective.

@scullyphile's Unnamed

The art museum was crowded with children. If only they had known the sheer number of field trips that would be there that day, perhaps they would have gone somewhere else to spend the afternoon. But, alas, they were already committed to the outing. It seemed they were perpetually behind one of the groups of middle school children that was milling about.

Mulder and Scully's date to the museum doesn't go as planned.

@welsharcher's Safe

“Go to sleep.” He whispered in her ear, memorizing the way she felt in his arms as he tucked her close, “I’ll keep you safe.”

Post-Orison Mulder comforts Scully.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

oregon forest

 Skinner finds them. They’re somewhere in the desert, and they’re still together. They’re shivering. Scully’s teeth are chattering. Mulder is wrapped around her, his face in her neck, his fingernails digging into her back desperately. She’s gripping him just as hard, and she squints as someone shines a light into her eyes. She’s frightened all over again until she hears Skinner’s panicked voice: “Scully? Mulder?”

AU-- Requiem Mulder and Scully are abducted together.

cold desert nights

He stays by her side in the hospital, watches them stitch up the wound. Sits by her bed and holds her hand tightly. He tells them about the baby in a quivering, uncertain voice, and they assure him that they will do an ultrasound as soon as Scully wakes up. They ask if he’s the father and he says yes without thinking. It feels like a lie. They ask more questions—how far along she is, when her last ultrasound was—and he cannot answer those. It isn’t until they leave that he remembers what Doggett said before: that he was only gone a month. That he remembers that Scully was sick in Oregon, feeling nauseous, collapsing on the forest floor. He holds her knuckles to his lips and hopes that the worst has not come out of this all.

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

bearing north (Ao3)

“Scully,” he whispers, eyes full of fear as he kneels beside her, his fingers brushing her cheek. “You all right?” he asks softly, tucks some loose hair behind her ear, brushes his fingers over the bruise along her jaw where the suspect punched her. She nods, dizzy, quivering on the cold concrete, reaches up to cover her hand with his.

Mulder grips her hands to help her to her feet. She wobbles, his arms around her keeping her from toppling back over. She’s tense in his awkward embrace, still not quite out of the panic mode that came from when she was jumped inside the house, but she presses a hand to his chest for traction, breathing shakily.

“He’s still at large,” she reminds him.

“The cops out front will stop him,” Mulder says comfortingly.

Revival Mulder cares for his partner after she takes an unexpected dive.

Spooky2u2's Only Death Would Stop Me

"Being pregnant reeks havoc on the body. It's understandable that the last few weeks have taken their toll on you. You've been under a lot of stress. Why don't I take you down the hall for a check up just to be safe."

"That's not necessary. Really," she protested.

"It's no trouble." Doctor Garrett unthinkingly took hold of Scully's upper arm to guide her out the door. No sooner had he moved his hand to her lower arm than he felt a *hard* blow to his back before his face met with the cold floor. Caught off guard, the struggle he offered against his attacker had little effect. Before he knew what was happening, he was being pummeled into the floor. He could hear the woman shouting something but he couldn't tell what. Two orderlies came rushing in after what seemed like an eternity and managed just barely to tear his assailant off of him. It was only then that he got a look at who had so savagely ambushed him....

Fox Mulder.

AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder is returned, seemingly unresponsive... until Scully and his doctor come to (mild) conflict.

Violetta_Valery's The bittersweetness of pie

He’s pacing the entrance, looking for a place to sit where he can watch her from afar without disturbing, but his eyes never leave her truly, and before he can even sit in the chosen booth at the very end of corridor, there’s no more numbness, and no more shock: Mulder’s all unfiltered rage when he sees her getting up and having her butt slapped by the smirking man with whom she is.

“HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!”

He doesn’t even know how, but when he notices, he’s standing by their booth with his hands grabbing the man by the collar. He’s pulled him up and is practically foaming.

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

Post-IWTB Mulder runs into Scully again while out looking for pie.

AUs

Sukie Tawdry's The Way Things Are (1) and The Way Things Are (2)

When they separated, finally, Scully took a good look at Mulder.

What she saw shocked her, and she understood why Paula had been so concerned about him. His face was all angles, his jaw a sharp, painful edge. His hair had become overgrown, casting shadows where it hung over his eyes. It was the pain and desperation in those eyes that took her breath away.

"When was the last time you slept, Mulder?"

He offered a wry smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. Nothing matters now that you're safe." Hunger radiated from his eyes, and he seemed unable to look away. His hands never left her, touching her arms, her face, her hair. Even a discreet knock on the door failed to distract Mulder.

AU-- After post-Miracle Man Scully and Mulder accidentally make a baby, the two dance around his distance, her disappearance, and their slow-burn relationship. (Yes, I'm breaking the rule by including this fic; but it's littered with protective Mulder, so.)

Deadcanons's X-Tropy

After the twins were born, the attic had been Scully’s bedroom. She had insisted on it, even against the Candaces’ argument that it made more sense for her to sleep next to the nursery. That had made sense, but back then Scully was focused on ensuring that Tamika could be the mother—the whole point of all their efforts in the first place. Scully saw herself as backup, someone who was there for emergencies, and thus the attic struck her as more than generous. She did not realize that Tamika and Bradley had already accepted her as a member of the family.

            At some point in mid-2040 she had eventually moved into a proper bedroom. After that they closed the attic stairs and, as far as Scully was aware, no one had gone up there since. The only exception was when Scully had retrieved her gun to rescue Doggett—and at the time, the attic had appeared unchanged. It was only by following the vision of Mulder that she’d had occasion to go up here again.  

            All the missing furniture had been assembled on the far wall of the attic, so that it was the first thing someone saw when they reached the top of the stairs. To the average eye the layout was extremely unusual, but to Scully its meaning was clear. The coffee table from the living room had been placed between two chairs, a wood panel from the corner of the attic propped up in front of it to give the impression of a panelled desk. A chair from the kitchen table was in front of the “desk,” facing it, and the loveseat from the living room was behind it, as if it were an office chair. One of the bookshelves—still full of books—had been pushed into the corner behind the desk, where one might expect to see a filing cabinet in an office. But the real kicker was on the wall behind all of this. There hung one of the posters from Abel’s room, a glossy print of three cartoonish UFOs floating above a city with the caption JUST HANGIN’ OUT.

            The last one had been bigger.   

AU-- An immortal Scully slips in and out of a normal life-- falling into a new family and saving them (and her old basement friends) from vengeful bats and alien bounty hunters and summoning cults-- while Mulder's spirit attempts to make contact.

prufrockslove's Hiraeth

"Duana," he said, and secured her hand. "I said your name with my breeches on, so take note. Duana, listen to me. I know King John. I did not expect you to be with child by him, but you have taken me as I am. I intend to do the same. You are that anchor. I have found where I want to be and I intend to stay. I intend for you to stay."

Her face was still flushed and wet as she looked at him. "William, the King-"

"You are my wife, not the King's. By harvest, you will have a child. Perhaps, it will be born early. That happens in Wales and people pay no mind. If you agree, I will claim the child as mine and dare any man to say otherwise. The King will never know. He never knew with Dafydd."

She stared at him, her mouth open. He looked back at her steadily. He was rash, he knew, but he meant every word. He would die before he lost her.

To borrow prufrock's description: Aber, North Wales, 1215. In a world of dangerous men, she was a dangerous woman to love.

BONUS

Previously listed fics (that you can search via author tags) off the top of my head:

JenAndrews's "Skyland Mountain"

DiscordantWords's "Somewhere North of Fiji"

GingerAlchemy's "Static Codes" (VIII)

cecilysass's "The Boy on the Beach"

baronessblixen's "Five Minutes"

nowwhateinstein's "Seeking Warmth"

ElizabethJaneway1158's "The Fall, X-Files Style"

prufrocklove's "Malebolge"

Lapsed_Scholar's "Variations"

Karen Rasch's "By the Wind Grieved"

Thanks for reading~

@welsharcher's The X-Files: The Field Where I Died 

With a sigh, Scully walked over and dropped the plastic evidence bag on his desk, savoring the resounding thud it made. Mulder casually looked up; his apathy undisturbed.

Another sigh escaped as she pulled out the book, “Sarah Kavanaugh’s journal was found hidden under a loose floorboard in Melissa’s room.”

Post TFWID Scully attempts to give Mulder comfort.

@officialmulder/specialagentpao's broken hearts, paper hearts

He buried his face in his hands. Scully sat in front of him on the coffee table. “We can talk about it if you want.” Her voice barely a whisper.

AU-- Paper Hearts Mulder finds Samantha's body.

@agent-troi/AgentTroi's Still Walking Into That Room

Mulder remained limp and passive throughout all of this, not reacting in any way except to follow numbly as Scully led him out of the house and back to her car. He sat down when she opened the passenger side door and gently nudged him inside, but he made no move to buckle his seat belt, so she did it for him.

Post Demons Scully needs to know that Mulder will be okay without her.

@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's

photosensitivity (Tumblr)

“You don’t have to stay in here,” he tells her, trying to sound casual. “If anything happens I’ll just scream in agony.” He doesn’t pull off the joke.

“I’m good,” she soothes.

He called her in the middle of the night with blood down his shirt and she came to find him. It’s been too late to leave for years.

Post Demons Scully and Mulder are confronted by his seizures and her mortality, his past and her present.

folie imposée (Tumblr)

He’s straining, struggling against his restraints to reach her. She unhooks the belt across his chest and he grasps for her, pulling at the straps around his wrists. When she takes his arm in her hands his skin burns hot and pink, rubbed raw by cheap canvas.

She could play his scrapes on a turntable and the vinyl would sing a slow tragedy, a myth reborn in jazz. Cassandra the cursed prophet, reincarnated as a boy who believes in aliens.

Folie a Deux Scully spirits Mulder away.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's

Affinity/Affinity 01

"Scully. You really thought it was me that night. Right?"

We've covered this ground before. It's one of the few questions he's allowed himself to ask, and one of the queries he continues to make. It's like he's stuck on these few questions like a needle in the groove of an old record.

"Yes, Mulder." I wait for the question that will inevitably follow, the one that never directly addresses what he saw when he burst through the door. He can afford to be vague: we both know what almost happened, what he interrupted.

"And you… you were okay with that."

Second verse same as the first.

"Yeah, Mulder. I was okay with that."

He nods. I haven't changed the answer to that one, either. I think he finds that reassuring, in some odd Mulderish way.

AU-- Post Small Potatoes Scully and Mulder redo that night.

Burning in Heaven

No, not asleep. Her head swung around and he was greeted with a smile. "Mulder. You're still here."

He took another step into the room and stopped. A small part of his brain got busy trying to figure out what it was about Scully that calmed him. Simply walking into her room had settled and centered him. He could feel the threat of shattering begin to reverse itself, his pieces coming back together to make a whole. Scully was his glue.

Post Redux II Mulder and Scully process their raw emotions.

@settle-down-frohike/settledownfrohike's

Missing Scenes (1/3, 2/3, 3/3)

“Mulder…are you sure you shouldn’t have someone examine you?“ he waved her off, scanning the floor for her shoes, doing his best not to appear frantic.

Mulder's journey through the final days of the cancer arc. (Scully comforts him in Part 3.)

120 for the drabble prompt

When he returns Scully is ensconced in pale pink silk, drunkenly slurring at her mother that she’s fine. She attempts to reach for the stack of drenched journals, winces, and that is just about enough for Maggie Scully. She enters the bedroom, raises a hereditary eyebrow at the hulking figure trying to decipher a fitted sheet from flat. 

“Fox. Thank you. I think I can take it from here on out.” 

It’s not Maggie’s style to be brutish or cruel, but she’s tired, and her tone is a bit more clipped than usual. Mulder remains mute, and nods a yes m’am. He gathers the empty Macy’s bag and passes her as she resumes the preparation of the bed. When she exits, he’s sitting crosslegged on the floor, coffee table askew to make room, trying to peel apart pages from The Lancet mumbling, “just a second, I’ll find it...”. 

Her daughter’s hands are roving the top of his scalp, petting and combing through his hair like a beloved dog.

Post Tithonus Scully is not exasperated with Mulder's efforts.

Luctus

She looks over at his sleeping form, studies the exaggerated bow of his upper lip, and thinks what a nursing blister it must’ve made. She gazes back down at the somber toddler in the faded image clutching his mother’s leg and sucking his thumb, her with one hand on his scalp, the other cradling her belly. His humanity is real and disconcerting at this moment. All this time, it felt as though she were merely patching up this omnipotent, otherworldly force, acting as an aid to propel him toward an epic destiny. There’s proof before her now that somewhere, he had a beginning. 

Post Sein und Zeit Scully cares for Mulder in the aftermath.

5 Pt. AU Prompts

The words “small cell” are anything but small. They are Goliath, and David is no where to be found. She feels the words rather than hears them. Malignant, it feels like quicksand.

AU-- Mulder has cancer; and Scully is ready for war.

Headcanon (Tumblr)

It started after her first disappearance, on a flight to nowhere North Dakota. She was flipping through a dossier and he was dozing, as per usual. She heard a mumbled version of her name and threw a distracted “Hm?” his way without glancing up. “Scully.” Firmer, more forceful this time. She looked over, annoyed, and spat “What Mu-“ and realized he was still asleep, but fitfully so. His breathing was coming in pants, nostrils flared and his brow was beaded with perspiration. 

Mulder's name is a comfort to Scully.

@o6666666's (Ao3)

8, 52, or 89!! 

“I think you should go home.”

He shrugged, but in the way small boys do when they are lying, and his eyes were wet. 

“You need sleep.” 

She knew, and he knew, that he had not been sleeping. She pet his hair and he blinked like it hurt to be treated gently.

He shrugged again. 

“Don’t lie to me,” she admonished, and pinched his ear so he knew it was only that she cared for him tremendously. 

He laughed but it knocked loose some piece of the great thing inside him that hurt and hurt, and in a moment he was crying. 

Post Paper Hearts Scully tries to call in Tena Mulder for support.

AU where Mulder is the one who gets sick in season 4 instead of Scully and Is... is it cruel to request more of the Sick Mulder story?

She wipes his mouth with her sleeve.

“Open your eyes,” she whispers, and he blinks and blinks.

“It’s blurry,” he sniffs.

She wraps herself all around him and lays her cheek to his, adopting his vantage point.

“I don’t wanna wrestle,” he says.

“In a second you’ll see the cabinet,” she says. “Just the plain brown cabinet. And our feet, and my other shoes.”

He sniffles.

“Tell me when you see it.”

AU-- Post Terma Mulder has cancer.

I love you prompt 14?

If you asked Scully whether she crashed Mulder’s disciplinary hearing to be his hype man, she’d tell you no.

But she did.

Scully refuses to let Mulder feel chastised.

@mulder-fight-him's Spiderwebs and Butterflies

She doesn’t know what exactly woke her, but blue eyes snap open suddenly and quickly fill with confusion, suprise, and maybe a little hint of love.  

Less than two feet away her lanky partner is sprawled out on her bed. At least she thinks it’s her bed. That’s where she fell asleep last night. She gently lifts her head and takes a quick inventory.  Yes. Her bed.

S5 Scully lets Mulder stay after a nightmare.

Anne Haynes's (xf-redux) Irrevocable

I watch her walk away from me, and I try to comfort myself with the picture of how life would have been for her had she not been thrust into my world. I try to see myself, sitting on one of the benches outside the Hoover Building, maybe eating lunch on a sunny day, and looking up to see Dana Scully walking down the sidewalk, a beautiful little tow- head little girl clinging to her hand, laughing and whole. I want to see this. I need to see this.

But I can't.

Because in this future, I don't exist. In this future, I am dead a thousand times over because Dana Scully wasn't there to save me.

There is no comfort to be found.

Scully finds Mulder mourning Emily's death.

Chibiness87's Seeing is Believing

He blinks harshly, gaze trapped by her intense stare. Four points of sensation appear on his neck, and he suddenly realises she is digging her nails in, making him focus.

Chocking, he manages to gasp out, “I can’t stop.”

Scully nods, tightening her grip on the nape of his neck. “Can you keep your eyes open for me?”

He squeezes his eyes closed, feeling his chest tighten. “I can’t… I can’t calm down.”

Her voice is the only anchor he has, and he latches on to it. “I’m not asking you to calm down. I’m asking you to look at me.” Her grip changes, making his face tilt more towards her. Her voice is still gentle, but firm. “Look at me, Mulder. Come on.”

Post Kitsunegari Scully guides Mulder through a panic attack.

DanaScully77's Night Hags and Restless Sleep

“Scully, is it bad the pills didn’t work?”

“Yes.” Scully admits, not wanting to lie to him. Her palm strokes through his hair, a normal occurrence for her when she’s tending to him and worried about his health. Much like his hand on her back, his hair is her calming space. “If you don’t sleep within the next twenty-four hours, you’ll need to be admitted to the hospital.”

“ Scully .”

The whine in his voice is almost childish, but Scully doesn’t comment on it. With how little rest he’s gotten, it’s only natural to resort to young behaviors. “I know, Mulder. But your body can’t survive with no sleep.”

Post-case Mulder cannot fall asleep.

saltringangell's the time it would take (to fix my heart)

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look back.

“Mulder, slow down.”

He swings open the front door to the FBI building, wind whipping his hair back and causing her to practically stumble across the threshold. She lets the cool air sting her face, a nice change from the smoke and fire that licked at her skin just moments prior. Mulder continues down the pathway to his car, a little slower now, but still just enough steps ahead so she can’t see his face.

“Mulder, please, just let me-”

“Just get in the car, Scully.”

Post The End Mulder falls apart.

Emeraldsoleil's Beginning to Thaw

His body rippled against hers as he attempted to put distance between then, but a gasp of pain arrested his progress and he relaxed back against her.  "I realize this is an awkward position we find ourselves in, partner, but I, uh...I can't move." 

"I'm not surprised.  Your muscles are tied in knots.  I'll try to get the nurse in her to give you a muscle relaxer.  Until then, don't try to move to much.  You might tear something." She tugged on his hair again.  "Doctor's orders."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.  The silence grew heavy, curling around them in a cloud of frustration.

"What is it, Mulder?" she asked.  "What's wrong?"

Fight the Future Scully and Mulder have a conversation at the bottom of the world.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s 

mondays on an endless loop (Tumblr)

“Scu… ly,” says Mulder. He takes another breath, and he sounds horrible, inches away. His eyes are half-closed.

“Don't try to talk, Mulder,” she whispers. She moves her hand back to his face, brushing his sweaty hair away, touching his cheek, his forehead. She's forgotten everyone else in the bank; it's just the two of them. “Just… just keep breathing, Mulder,” she says. “Hang on, okay? Keep breathing, Mulder, please.”

He doesn't listen, because of course he doesn't. He rasps, “I'm… sorry,” and then his mouth shuts and he says no more. Heartbeats slowing, slowing.

Mulder, Scully, and the endless Mondays that could be (and were.)

Foxsong 's Ruego

The words were easier to say than she had expected, not shattering as she'd thought they'd be. They were sweet in her mouth. "I love you, Mulder," she said again, marveling at how freely it left her lips. "I love you, love you..." It became a chant, a prayer. She whispered it over and over into his ear and felt how it calmed him, how he steadied against her, how his trembling eased. "I love you." It seemed so important to tell him. Why had she waited so long?

He had finally stopped crying, and was still; and she became aware that he was praying with her, echoing her whispered words. "I love you, Scully... I love you. I love you..."

Post Milagro Scully and Mulder alternate their breakdowns and caregiving.

@baronessblixen/Baroness_Blixen's Lucky

I know what I’m doing, Scully,” he told her, amusement apparent in his voice – famous last words,

“I grew up around here, you know.” If only he hadn’t tried to look good while climbing down the steep trail from the cliffs to the beach. Scully told him to take the long, official way. Of course Mulder dismissed her idea as silly and unnecessary. He insisted on walking ahead, naturally, and Scully let him. He was telling her something about crabs when it happened. One moment she watched his head bob up and down while she tried to find the best, least dangerous path, and in the next instant he slipped.

S6 Scully nearly laughs over Mulder's tumble.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's

How about a super shippy MSR fic?

Amongst the pain and the fear and the sensory overload, hers is the mind that shines like a beacon in the night.

It is a revelation.

Biogenesis Mulder is comforted amidst the chaos.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) things you said that made me feel real

He pauses, worrying his bottom lip, as if searching for the right words. “It’s what led me to start looking for her. The desire to find her was my coping mechanism, I suppose. Knowing that she’s out there, somewhere, keeps my fear at bay.”

Something - perhaps it’s intuition - urges me to glance at clock on the nightstand. Of course, I realize with a sinking feeling. 11:21pm, November 27, 1998. The anniversary of Samantha’s abduction. Twenty-five years later, and he’s still searching for her.

Scully realizes her partner is "off."

@greekowl87's (Ao3) No One Is Perfect (Tumblr)

She opened the door and saw the television had gone to a late night infomercial with playing in the background on mute. Mulder was wide awake, laying across his couch with legs crossed, staring at some unknown fixed point. She recognized that look. He was lost in his own thoughts, mulling something over, and he needed to be brought back to Earth. 

Post Orison Scully assuages Mulder's guilt.

aRcaDIaNFall$'s Longest Night

"I feel lost." It's the first he's spoken in almost forty minutes. I've been silent, too.

I don't speak, just wait for him to go on.

Sein und Zeit Mulder has a hard night.

@incidental-ao3/incidental's Verlust

She held his head against her chest, fingers stroking his hair, and rocked with him. It was instinct, an act buried deep within her, as she breathed in the smell of him and kissed the crown of his head. He hung onto her like a life raft, his weight bearing down on her as she crouched on the floor in front of his chair. When her shoulders and knees began to scream for relief, she gently extricated herself from him and took his hands in hers, encouraging him up out of his seat. He followed without words or hesitation, letting her lead him across his apartment and into the bedroom. 

He sat on the edge of the bed with a vacant expression on his face, his eyes a million miles elsewhere. It scared her, seeing him that way, so completely drawn into himself.

Sein und Zeit Scully opens up to help Mulder process.

@bohoartist/Bohoartist's The Healing Power of Touch

Mulder adjusts his body so he is facing ahead and she turns her face to look at him. She can see the shininess in his eyes and understands perfectly well how the grief of losing a loved one creeps up on you in the most random of times. She thinks of the days and weeks after losing Ahab and how her eyes would well up with tears for no discernible reason as the weight of her loss would crash down on her. She thinks of how he would notice her grief but knew better than to say a word in an attempt to comfort her, instead choosing to brush his hand across her back a little more than necessary, or to push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

Sein und Zeit Scully keeps vigil.

@writingwell/RocketMan's (xffics) I'll Be Waiting for You

I creep slowly to the sound; I think it's coming from the bathroom.

The door is closed.

I hear . . . the shower running.

I scramble back to my window, the one overlooking the parking lot, and see with relief that Mulder's car is right next to mine.

I must have been too preoccupied to notice it.

Mulder distances himself when emotionally troubled.

@brenayla's (Ao3) 6. He has a nightmare

Scully’s voice says, “Mulder?” She’s groggy; there’s a small, warm hand against his flexed bicep.

He whips around. “Scully?” He echoes, frantically pressing the length of his finger into the divot under her nose.

Scully comforts her partner after his nightmare.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack's If She'd Known

 Is it a miracle from God or a gift from the devil? Some hellish combination of mad science and corporate greed conspire to rip his lungs to shreds and in doing so, strap him down to a North Carolina hospital bed. Scully is tracking down his other records, his brain scans, when they administer the nicotine or it never would have happened. She’s not there when he is poisoned back to life, but first to death. She never would have left him but… His heart stops for a moment. For a moment he is dead. A moment. Then a minute. A full minute. And then it beats again.

AU-- Scully works hard to save Mulder from his brain disease.

Lolabeegood's (mulderscreek) Five Months Lost (Ao3)

"Mulder," she said softly as she walked toward him and stopped his forward motion. She grabbed his wrists and made him look her in the eyes. "I have been, we all have been, looking for you for over five months."

"Five months?" he said disbelieving.

"You didn't go to the conference in Philadelphia, or spend time with the Gunmen, or feel the baby kick until you put your hand on my stomach this morning," she said softly.

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder is returned with false memories.

@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's

Pre-IWTB at the unremarkable house

“Doctor Dana Scully?” he asks, head bowed. “I’m here to see Dr. Scully.”

He knows Scully’s shift ends in twenty minutes so they can leave together after she pokes and prods him to her liking, but the waiting room is packed full with injured people. A man with a rag covering a bloody hand sits by a woman with a red welt on the side of her face where half her hair is singed off. Fireworks are as dangerous as lovesick men on ladders.

The intake nurse arches a bleached brow. “And you are?”

Mulder tugs the brim of his Knicks hat lower on his forehead, a niggle of paranoia creeping up his neck.

A familiar voice interrupts, “I’ll take it from here, Margo, thanks.”

Pre-IWTB Mulder's best laid plans go awry.

@greycoupon's (Ao3) Hello Teacher

“Mulder, if you don’t open up I’m calling 911!” That he knew she wouldn’t actually do...would she? THEY were still looking for him. They had been in the house for almost a year and Mulder had left it exactly twice. They weren’t running his profile on America’s Most Wanted anymore but he was still a wanted man. Scully would never risk exposing him like that unless she had to save his life.

Slowly, as his limbs felt like they weighed 200 pounds, he dragged himself to his feet.

“Mulder!” He could hear her sobbing through the door. Quickly he unlocked and opened it. She had been leaning against it and fell into the bathroom in her rush to get to him.

Scully grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Pre-IWTB deeply depressed Mulder locks himself in the bathroom.

@msrafterdark's (Ao3)

Can you write a fic where Mulder finds some gray hairs

“I feel old,” He confesses, “I feel…like I’m less of what I used to be, like there’s even less to offer you.”

The teasing is gone; the spark of honesty that always frightened yet thrilled him when they were younger is now alight in her eyes. He can’t help but smile softly at her.

“I love your gray hairs, Mulder,” she murmurs, “I love your frown lines, I love your laugh lines, I even love your achy back.”

Scully catches her partner checking for gray hairs.

@oceanofthesky/noifsandsorbees's open door. (Tumblr)

she leaves the key, leaves a way for him to know that if he can ever do what she couldn’t, if he can pull himself out of his head, that she is still right there.

it’s three months before he uses it. she comes home from a long day of work in the height of summer to him in her bed, snoring lightly under the sheets. she thinks she should be annoyed, that she should tell him that she can’t handle the emotional toll that has become their relationship tonight, but instead she is just grateful to have his warmth to crawl in beside.

Breakup Scully leaves the door open for her partner.

@audriesfic/audries's battle scars

it’s a cry of pain and then her name, curving up at the end to become a near pitiful whine. she’s out of the bathroom and taking the stairs two at a time before he even gets past the the first syllable. she’s never been the creative one, in her family or her marriage, but her mind conjures impressive images of sniper bullets through windows and sudden cardiac arrest. she’s breathless by the time her feet hit the cool tile of the kitchen.

his name is on her lips as he turns to her, one hand covering half his face. he fixes her with one puppy dog eye and pouts, points an accusatory finger at the cabinet where she keeps the glasses. it’s eye level, (because who puts glasses on the top shelf, mulder. how do you expect me to reach?) and he looks as though he’s been terribly wronged.

Revival Scully "heals" Mulder's cabinet injury.

BONUS

The Emergency Room is a site compiling Mulder in distress and Scully taking care of him fics.

Thanks for reading~