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Donna’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Destroying Trust (Gossamer) He won‘t even look at me, but I can feel his anger wash over me.  No, not anger, disappointment.  He’s so horribly disappointed in me he can’t even speak it.   He won’t even come into the room with me, standing there in the entrance, his hands holding onto the doorframe, holding him away from me. 

En Ami's Scully's thoughts when the disc turns up blank.

@brenayla's (Ao3) ālea iacta est A few weeks later, in a freshly abandoned office building, Scully feels foolish for ever hoping that a cure promised by a devil could be true.

Mulder demands to hear the details of her road trip and stays dangerously silent throughout Scully’s retelling of the 118 year old lady, the dinner, the man on the boat.

When she’s finished, he runs a hand over his face. “Is this payback? Were you trying to get back at me for what I said in Winslow?”

Post-Millennium Mulder and Scully start loosening the rules of their relationship.

DaniPayson's Was it Worth It? Thirty-two minutes, and we were closer to my apartment now. Soon he would drop me off and drive off angry. How long would this continue? To eat away at him, to eat away at the bond we had formed over the last seven years.

Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder have a necessary conversation.

@mldrgrl's (Ao3) Divide and Conquer Finally, she fumbles for the door handle and steps out of the car, one foot at a time, knees weak.  She doesn’t remember getting from the car into her apartment, only that one moment she was there and the next she was running a bath, sitting in the darkness of her bathroom next to a single flickering candle.

Post-En Ami Mulder drives Scully home.

Shoshana's Pop Psychology She's exhausted. Whatever sleep she's gotten in the last forty-eight hours could never be enough to compensate for the kind of stress she's been under. I glance over at her and see her eyelids flutter closed.

She can't possibly be alert enough to drive herself home so I double park my car behind hers and say, "Scully... let me have your car keys."

Post-En Ami Mulder won't leave his partner alone.

Trixie's (Whispers Of X) Your Love Like Thunder This, like so many things between she and Mulder, was a moot point, one she didn't want to argue with him. The longer they drove, the less she thought of C.G.B. Spender and his motives. The longer they drove, the more she thought of the confrontation that was surely to come.

He was so angry.

Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder explore his anger (and she realizes he needs reassurance.)

@heartbash's (Ao3) As Friends At that, she scoffed. “Yes, I do know exactly how it feels because you’ve done it to me countless times,” she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head in disbelief.

Undeterred by her rebuttal, he said, “This is different.”

“How is this different?!” she exclaimed, indignant.

Suddenly his expression shifts from frustration to something softer. His eyes darted away. That’s when it hits her.

Post-En Ami Scully won't apologize, but comes to understand Mulder's perspective.

Diana Battis's Iconoclasm I'm a fool, she thought, pinching the bridge of her nose with trembling fingers. I trusted the devil.

Post-En Ami Mulder soothes Scully's guilt.

@greekowl87's (Ao3) Want (Ao3) “The man who gave the chip that put my cancer in remission! The chip that almost cost me my life at Ruskin Dam,” I countered. “The chip we know nothing about! I am tired, Mulder! I am tired of not knowing and I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow and the day after that.”

I watched his poker face remain emotionless but something flickered in his hazel eyes. Even when he refused to give any clue as to what he was thinking, his eyes were literally a peek into his soul. I just wish I knew what he was feeling. I sighed pointlessly. This was becoming pointless.

Post-En Ami Scully gives Mulder some space.

haphazard method's As We Forgive Those "No. The machine'll get it." But he looked at them like he was looking through them, like he could see whoever was calling standing just behind them. When the answering machine clicked on and a woman's voice began speaking, he bolted out of his chair.

"Mulder, it's me. I know you're angry at me but you have to let me explain why I went with him. I thought--" Her voice was cut off when he flipped the volume down without picking up the phone.

Post-En Ami Mulder has an unexpected conversation with door-to-door religious women.

Tess's (Ao3) Sounds of Silence "I'll tell you who I'm not," I begin slowly. "I'm not Diana."

Mulder inhales sharply and stares at me.

Post-En Ami Mulder enforces the silent treatment.

httpspotter's Alien boy She pulled him closer, caressing his back, hugging him. “Shhh… It’s okay, Mulder, I’m okay. We’re okay.” Scully kissed his shoulder, and then separated a bit, now holding his face in her tiny hands. “I’m sorry.”

“That you acted behind my back?”

“No,” and he smiled, of course she wouldn’t give up of being right. “That you were worried. Next time, I will set up a lie with my mom so you won’t ever know anything.”

Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder discuss their double standards and fears lovingly.

Lovesfox's Rifts Despite the fact she had spurned his help just seconds ago, she fully expected Mulder to bring her a towel. Or to try and help her onto the couch or into his bathroom.

When no such aid came, she mumbled his name questioningly, tasting blood in the back of her throat. It made her gag.

Post-En Ami Mulder won't talk; and when forced, accidentally injures Scully (unawares) before he takes off.

Elanor G.'s Yo Creo (Gossamer) "Seems like only yesterday that you were swallowing messianic claims of miracle cures," says Mulder. "But today, you lump it all together with witch doctors and snake charmers and New Age healers with crystals."

Where did that come from? "That's not fair, Mulder." She speaks to the window. Mulder gives her another dark look before returning his concentration to the wet pavement.

Post-En Ami Mulder and Scully finally apologize after a harrowing case.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's 87 Shades of Black (1/3, 2/3, 3/3) 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.

AU-- En Ami plays out very differently: Mulder is offered one chance to get his partner back. One chance at a new life (in more ways than one.)

spookycc's High Praise "Mulder, can you hear me?" Scully needed to make contact, to let him know she was there with him. She needed to see the light in his eyes. To know that he was still here with her, as well.

Post-En Ami CSM uses Gibson to trap Mulder and Scully.

Andrea's (xphilefic) Once Bitten "Hi, Mulder, it's me." I smiled at the familiar greeting. "I can't make it this afternoon. Something's come up; a family emergency. I'll call you when I can."

Was this some kind of sick joke? I replayed the message; it was definitely Scully. The message was not exactly the same as the one she had left a few short months ago, but hearing those words... 'family emergency', almost took my knees out.

Post-En Ami Mulder mistakes Scully's family emergency.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's Those Who Wait (Ao3) The only reason she hadn't started crying last night was because Frohike, Langly, and Byers were there. Though, by the looks of contrite pity on their faces, she might as well have been. Mulder had callously told her that the Gunmen would give her a ride home and she should take the night to put her head on straight.

Mulder and Scully face struggles and successes together through the years-- one of which includes his withdrawal post-En Ami.

ML/ML_is_me/ml_griffonnage's (Ao3, site) Though you do anything, he thinks no ill (Gossamer) He nods to the floor, raking his hands through his hair, back and forth. "I'm sorry, Scully," he mumbles. "I was selfish, letting this happen. And I guess I thought at first that it would pass..."

He hears the squeak and sigh of the leather as Scully rises and approaches him. She kneels in front of him, and places her cool hands on his head, kissing him. "I'm so sorry," she says tears thickening her voice again. "I really wanted this for you. I really hoped..."

"I know you did," he says, looking up at her so she can see the tears swimming in his own eyes. 

AU-- En Ami Mulder understands Scully wanted to cure him.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's Quonochontaug (Ao3) “Mulder… Mulder what are you doing?”

“End of the road, Scully. Just tying up loose ends.”

She dipped her head and accepted the inevitable. She’d been afraid from the onset that his fragile peace wouldn’t last. Had felt the unsettled aura that’d enveloped him the last few months, the indigo shimmer of his dissatisfaction.

She knew it was in small part her unfortunate adventure with CGB Spender; the full details of which she’d chosen not to disclose to him. But Mulder had discerned her flimsy ploy and instead of pressing her, meted out punishment by withholding his affections.

Post-En Ami Mulder sorts through the past in Quonochontaug.

prufrockslove’s (Gossamer, Colonization HQ) Alienated All the ova – Mulder had been very specific about  that.  Not just many, but all; there was no way she could get pregnant the old-fashioned way, and the IVF had failed almost a year ago.  Had Cancerman done something to her?  The ultrasound indicated she was about four months pregnant, but the baby could be developing more rapidly than normal if it wasn't fully human.

AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder is returned, with extraordinary abilities, while Scully quietly balances her pregnancy secret and what the future of their partnership looks like.

nevdull's Timber (1/3), Timber (2/3), and Timber (3/3) He ducked down a bit to meet her face-to-face. "We're not sure of anything, Scully. The Gunmen, Skinner, they might be okay."

"I know." Mulder knew too -- he knew that she was lying and it wasn't for the first time lately, but this was hardly the moment to press that particular case. Instead, he turned the television volume back on.

AU-- Colonization is looming; the answer to prevent is-- so Mulder, Scully, Krycek, Marita, and the Consortium believe-- was on the disc CSM destroyed.

CONCLUSION

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Her Name Was Bambi 

"Bambi, Bambi, Bambi," Scully's nephew Matthew, sitting on the carpet in front of the TV, babbles excitedly, clapping his hands. Next to her, Mulder chuckles. She throws him a sideway glance, wondering if he's thinking about the same thing she is. She is not thinking about a cute, orphaned fawn. Not even close. No, she's thinking about a different Bambi.

Dr. Bambi Berenbaum.

Post-Millennium Mulder and Scully are roped into babysitting.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's Unnamed

“Forgot my shaving kit,” he explained. And then he shook his head violently, droplets of water flying from his hair and splattering her, the bed, the wall, the nightstand, and everything else close by.

‘’Hey!” she cried and swatted at him. Mulder easily dodged her open hand and headed back for the bathroom.

“We used to have a dog that did that after we gave him a bath,” she called out as he disappeared into the steamy room. “Mom made him sleep in the garage.”

He poked his head around the door. “If that’s supposed to scare me, Scully, it won’t work. Your mom likes me.”

“She liked the dog too, Mulder.”

“Bet she never baked a peach pie for him,” he shot back.

Post-War of the Coprophages Scully is almost jealous.

Donna's

Holding Hands (Gossamer)

His ‘chickadee’, that’s what Frohike had called her.  All three of the guys had been very uncomfortable talking to her about Diana.   Why was that?  What exactly constituted a ‘chickadee’ for Mulder?  They were lovers, she’d supplied that for herself.  At least they had been.  Would they be again, tomorrow?

The End Scully licks her wounds in private.

Sleepless

They all watched as Langly ran the copies that Skinner had brought. Scully was really surprised at the amount of activity for a weekend. Of course the Bureau was a 24/7 organization but it looked like a regular workday Saturday morning. It was a little after 9 a.m. that Frohike spotted him.

"Look over there. Isn't that him with someone? Who - "

"Diana," Scully said flatly. She was frozen in place.

Skinner had been peering at the couple on the screen. Her movement caused him to look over at her. Her face was set, her manner glacial.

Pre-Biogenesis Scully finds a drugged Mulder in his basement.

@writingwell/RocketMan's (site) Wild Things (01)

Little chickadee.

Is that how the Lone Gunmen are going to explain me away to the next green agent that manages to wind up loving the most insensitive, the most beautiful man on earth?

Mulder, Scully, and their hardships (and honest conversations) through the years. (Sidenote: this is a long-ish fic series, but I didn't have the capacity to include every link.)

@alienbaby-babymama's

Day 26: “Why would I care?” (Ao3)

Just then, Mulder waltzes into the office on his cell phone. “Yeah, seven sounds great. I’ll meet you there. Talk soon.”

He sits at his desk with his feet up, lost in thought.

“What’s at seven?”

“Huh?”

“Rendezvous you just secured for seven?”

“Oh! Oh, that’s nothing. Just made plans to meet up with Diana to catch up on some things.”

Diana. Before she’s able to stop herself, she scoffs.

S6 Scully cries in an elevator.

Day 18: Pool Party (Ao3)

Working on the 6th floor, integrated with all of Kersh’s minions irritates her to no end. She’s just better at hiding it than her better half. Said better half, is sulking at his desk chewing on the end of a pencil. His chair squeaking while he swivels it to the right and left.

S6 Scully is not pleased with the bullpen secretaries.

Day 2: Cocktail (Ao3)

Scully takes it from his relenting grasp and pours its contents down the kitchen drain.

She then takes his hand and leads him into the bedroom.

S6 Mulder remembers Diana's order.

Day 31: “It’s not your fault”

“You got something going on with the delivery man I should know about?” A perfectly manicured eyebrow cocks high to her hairline.

“Not tonight. My dance card is full.” Mulder shrugs apathetically.

“Shame. Willing to make an exception?” Her hand starts to work on the buttons of her blazer right here in his hallway.

“Mulder? Who are you talking to?”

Behind a half dressed Fox Mulder is an equally undressed Dana Scully.

S6 Scully is there when Mulder shoos Diana out the door.

@xxsksxxx/xxSKSxx's Crossroads (Ao3)

“What’s really going on here, Scully?” I don’t think you’ve ever not remembered to bring me lunch when I was working through our lunch break.” Scully snorted, and Mulder snapped his mouth shut in irritation.

“Is this about Diana being here?” he growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t be serious!”

Pre-Two Fathers Scully and Mulder are frustrated with each other.

@msrafterdark's (Ao3)

Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 85 and Chapter 89

Scully is not the jealous type. Protective yes, maybe even possessive. But her temperament only allows her to portray it in a subdued way, which is why their conversation at the Gunmen’s hurt so much. Her tumultuous feelings are palpable. Scully doesn’t understand his tangled relationship with Diana – however could she? Its not as though he’s explained it to her. And to make matters worse, to explain things to Scully, to reassure – and soothe her, really – he’d have no choice but to reveal the deep emotional feelings he’s had for her over last several years of their partnership.

Post-One Son Mulder must face his actions in order to help a heartsick Scully.

Erin M. Blair's (Ao3) Mistaken Moments

"I do trust you, Scully. Look, I have told you several months ago in a different hallway that - "

"I don't need to hear this again, Mulder. You already decided that you trust Diana Fowley more than me," said Scully. Her voice was cracking emotionally. There were unshed tears in her eyes, just waiting to fall. She was exhausted from talking with Mulder. She decided to be open and to remain strong. She needed to tell him the truth. "I feel like a fool, Mulder. I'm jealous of Diana Fowley. She shared a part of you that I never had. She calls you by your first name and you never let me call you Fox. I have to admit it bothers me."

Post-One Son Skinner sends his agents on vacation to work out their feelings.

Invisigoth421's Unexpected Bedfellows

"Yeah," he replied. "I was jealous. And I acted like a jerk."

"You act like a jerk quite frequently," Scully replied.

"You're being mean, Scully," he said, trying to look dejected, but Scully would have none of it.

"Think of the countless times you've ditched me," she said." Think of the countless times you've looked me in the eye and told me how wonderful Diana Fowley was. Why do you do it? Why do you do it, and then get jealous when I do the same thing?"

Scully wanted the truth. He could see it in her eyes.

"I always thought you found me annoying Scully," he replied. If she wanted the truth, she would get it.

"Not always," She replied "Sometimes, yes."

"I thought you just tolerated me, most of the time. So I figured it never mattered when I acted like a jerk. It wouldn't make any difference."

"Mulder, you weren't TRYING to make me jealous, with the whole Fowley thing, were you?" Scully asked.

Post-One Son Mulder and Scully wake in bed together, unable to remember what happened. (Bonus: Mulder jealousy.)

@spookyshipperfics/spooky_shipper's The Finer Things (Ao3)

Scully felt heat pooling in her chest. “This is our assignment, Agent Fowley. Our case.”

“And I never meant to imply it wasn’t,” Diana said, taking a step forward. “It’s just Fox and I have a history. We work better when we are alone without... distractions.”

Any mask of professionalism Diana attempted to wear turned transparent. Scully saw right through her. Now, they were just two women with a man between them. “I have no doubt your reasons for wanting to partner off with Mulder carry a personal angle,” Scully practically spat.

“Now you just sound jealous.”

“You’ve been trying to get him alone since you arrived.”

AU-- Post-One Son Mulder and Scully run into Diana while undercover on a train.

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa)  

The Nature of the Beast

Recent events have sensitized him to Scully's moods. She is human, after all, and can also fall prey to human doubts and fears. Yet it seems beneath her to be jealous. Even mentioning the possibility to her is perilous. On the other hand, for them the lines between the personal and the professional blur more with each passing day. Before they got the X-Files back and things were going to hell all around them, he'd been dismissive of Scully's concerns. She'd turned out to be right, up to a point. He has yet to truly acknowledge that to her.

Will it always be this hard? Will Scully question any and all females who cross his path, and how will he be able to tell if it's a personal or professional concern?

Alpha Scully and Mulder are disappointed with their stalling relationship.

@lokisgame/Lokisgame's Unnamed

“So I’m not a tall, leggy blonde, so what” she said quietly, her lips closing around the straw for a second “you can find yourself one and ask her out to the movies next time, if you want”

“I don’t” he began but she shushed him reaching for some popcorn from the bag in his hands, eyes fixed on the screen.

Scully and Mulder and a movie.

Narida Law's Unscrupulous

She didn't need to walk anything off.  She just had to keep those women at the requisition desk from ogling what was hers.  Granted, it seemed that =every= female at FBI headquarters seemed to get all moony-eyed and twitterpated at the sight of her tall, well-dressed, impeccably groomed partner, but those women at requisitions were the worst.  They never bothered to hide the fact that they were all over him like static cling on pantyhose.

It was sick.  It was disgusting.  And Scully, for one, would not stand for it.

Post-Amor Fati Scully is tired of other women ogling Mulder's hair.

@feejee-mermaid/feejee_mermaid's Turn and Face the Strange (Ao3)

Scully thought of Chastity and involuntarily bristled, then chastised herself for the juvenile feeling. She wasn’t sure she wanted to examine it very closely. The girl had shamelessly checked out her partner and Mulder had done a double take. She’d leveled him with a look, and he’d chuckled sheepishly, and that was that. But she worried about her reaction. She knew she had a possessive streak running below the surface, buried deep like a copper vein.

It tended to flare whenever he got appreciative glances from waitresses, rental car agents, flight attendants, or even the more overt come-ons from the Shelia Fontaines who seemed to inhabit every pocket of small town America. Wherever they went, women were undressing him with their eyes. Not that she could really blame them. She had eyes herself.

Rush Scully battles some ups and downs in Millennium's wake.

@wexleresque/hellsteeth's

the fbi basement bulletin board - Chapter 15 (Ao3)

Scully leans against the wall nearest the door and crosses her arms over her chest. She can't help the annoyed sigh that escapes her lips when the witness laughs airily and places her hand over Mulder's for a split second. She chooses to think that the feeling in her stomach is second hand embarrassment instead of jealousy. Which is probably being too generous to herself.

S7 Scully marks her turf.

AUs

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

Mulder had done as she'd asked, keeping his concern to himself, and in the process, keeping his distance. He spoke to her only when necessary and kept his comments work related. He made no move to carry her luggage and didn't turn around in the airport to see if she was following him. Head held high, she refused to ask for help, even when her head pounded and her legs felt like lead.

It was a pitched battle between the two of them--Mulder's studied unconcern, Scully's stubborn pride. Her independence proved almost impossible for her to maintain. Trips to the ladies room became longer and longer as she vomited up every morsel she consumed.

In the campaign to return to business as usual, Mulder seemed to find an ally in the lovely detective who had called them in on the case. Pam Clayton was tall and slim and completely professional. Scully would have hated her if she could muster up the energy.

AU-- Post-Miracle Man Scully and Mulder stumble into parenthood (and a slow-burn relationship.)

@sunflowerseedsandscience's Someday Your Child May Cry

Still, whether it’s irrational or not, she doesn’t quite feel equal to the task of striding into that room and breaking up their intimate moment. Calling Mulder from the car seems safer, for now, with the damned progesterone messing with her emotions, making her feel things she knows can’t be real.

Because she can’t be jealous. She just can’t.

AU-- The IVF arc spans Season 5, FTF, and Season 6: smack dab in the middle of the Diana Fowley's appearance.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's encephalon - Chapter 2 

He still has trouble getting the words out, all these months later; he swallows dryly.

Jenn jabs a thumb at the desk. “Medical records right there. So. Are you still trying to show off? Or do you really not want to live?” Mulder doesn't answer, his chest tight; Jenn shakes her head and adds, “I guess you are showing off. But it's not impressing anyone. I'd figure you'd at least want to live for that jealous partner of yours.”

“I said I wasn't going to make a wish for me,” he says determinedly, even if the guilt is building in his throat like bile.

AU-- S7 Scully is a bit jealous when she and her dying partner run into a genie.

TheAddict4Dramatics's Untitled Requiem Ficlet

She really thought that she was done crying in the bathroom over this woman. Why couldn’t she just stay dead? He was going to go, he was going to go with Diana and insist that she stayed put. She could hear his argument – they’re taking abductees, it’s not safe for you, I won’t risk it. She’d always hated the petty jealous side she knew she had, it was far from an envious or endearing quality. But this was so much more than the usual bubble of annoyance that bloomed in her chest whenever somebody else was sniffing around him. Diana had such a genuine claim on him; so much history and shared belief, it caused that bubble to morph into something much more solemn and final. Even after their relationship had changed so dramatically in the last few weeks. It turned out she was still insecure about what she meant to him.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door.

“Scully it’s me, let me in.” She looked at the door but made no move to unlock it. “I know you’re in there and I’m going to wait here until you let me in so just do it please.”

AU-- Requiem Scully is shaken by Diana's reappearance.

Malibusunset's Vita Nova (Terra Firma Series, Part 4)

Here we go. Here come the claws. He wouldn't smile. He wouldn't.

"I can't believe we left our children with her," she said, her voice climbing a few decibels.

"I don't think she's evil, Scully. Misguided and a little slutty maybe? But not dangerous. I don't think the children will need therapy. Not from that anyway."

"Just where does she get off seducing other women's husbands? I have half a mind to pay her a visit and have a little woman to woman chat with her."

Mulder chuckled now. At least the daggers weren't flying at him anymore. Don't mess with jealous Scully.

AU-- S9 Mulder fields inappropriate advances from a babysitter (and Scully's possessive anger afterward.)

Girlie_girl7 's A Day in the Life, 01

Mulder laughs while customers standing nearby just stare. He drops his voice and says, "You are jealous. I think that's sweet."

@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.

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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.

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