#xfisolationfic

Rating: Mature Length: <1000 words Classification: M/S UST, Rain King missing scene, Fluff Summary: Scully offers to help Mulder get to sleep

Thank you to my wonderful betas, for your quick and last-minute assistance! @suitablyaggrieved​, @starbuckthirteen​, @need-not​ and J_A_Hunnings! <3

Tagging @sarie-fairy and @today-in-fic​ My contribution to #XFIsolationFic and #TuesTrope

This one has been done many times, but I hope you enjoy my version!

Read this on AO3.

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The rustling of the sheets from Mulder’s subtle movements as well as the warmth of his closeness keep Scully awake. After about thirty minutes of trying to force herself to forget about her bed companion and relax, she turns around and looks at him. The covers are bunched at his waist and her eyes can’t help but linger on the defined musculature of his chest, wrapped in a grey t-shirt, before travelling upwards to his face. His eyes are wide and staring up at the ceiling, his profile shadowed from the sparse light filtering through the windows.

“Can I do anything to help?” she says.

Mulder looks over at her, an apology in his eyes. “Sorry Scully, didn’t mean to keep you awake.”

“S’okay. I mean it though, can I do anything to help?” She reaches out a hand, grazing it on his shoulder.

“That’s not going to help.” Mulder eyes her sheepishly. “Not much does, I’ll just drink some extra strong coffee in the morning and be right as rain.”

Scully sees his eyes twinkle at his joke and she can’t help cracking a small smile at how corny he’s become during this case. He’s certainly lowered the bar for acceptable jokes, though she finds herself smiling more easily at them regardless.

She turns around again with a soft sigh, resting on her side facing away from him. She closes her eyes, but behind her closed lids she still sees his lean body lying so comfortably next to her, not helping her to relax at all.

“There is something...” The bed moves slightly, and his voice is nearer. She pictures him leaning up on one arm, the other one moving slightly towards her. Her tongue dips out and wets her lips but she doesn’t open her eyes or turn around.

“What, Mulder?”

“Can I, uh, hold you?” He says, his voice small and hesitant. When she takes a few moments to respond, she feels the movement of the bed as he settles back and hears his muffled sigh. “Sorry, Scully, that probably wasn’t what you meant.”

“You can hold me.” The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. Her heart is thumping in her chest and she feels irrationally scared that he’ll hear it.

Mulder doesn’t say anything, just scooches closer, wraps a strong arm around her. His front isn’t quite touching her back but she feels his comforting warmth anyways, wishes she was brave enough to press closer to him. She feels him take a deep breath, feels the warm exhale on the back of her neck. Is he nuzzling her hair, smelling her?

“Thanks, Scully.” He mumbles. He’s sharing her pillow and she can’t quite believe they’re doing this, feeling her heart starting to pound harder. She wants to grab his arm, pull it tight against her chest, wrap herself in a Mulder blanket. Instead, she lays stiffly beside him, not yet able to do anything else except what he asked and just be a comfort to him.

She feels his breathing steady, his body sink heavier next to her. It takes her another several minutes before her tiredness takes over and she falls into a deep slumber herself.

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As Scully wakes, she finds herself entwined intimately with another person. It takes her a few moments before his scent triggers her memories - Mulder. His strong arm covers hers and their hands are pressed together next to her cheek. Their legs are completely entangled and his erection is pressed indecently into one of her thighs, dangerously close to the spot she wishes it would be. 

As she tenses and attempts to shake the fogginess of sleep from her mind, she tries to think of a way to move without waking him. Before she can do so, however, Mulder breathes into her neck.

“‘Mornin’, Scully.” He grazes a thumb across her cheek before extricating himself from their embrace. “Sorry about, ah…” 

She shivers when he leaves but he wraps the covers around her, tucking in the edges.

“Can I grab a shower first?” Mulder asks.

“Yeah.” Her voice is rough from sleep. She peeks at him with one eye. He’s strategically holding some clothes in front of his crotch. His hair is sticking up every which way and his overnight growth of beard makes him look endearingly scruffy. She melts into the bed a bit more, closes her eyes and hides her smile with the covers.

“I’ll wake you when I’m done, grab breakfast when you’re in the shower.” Mulder says.

“Mmm.”

She feels him moving towards her again, and his scratchy cheek presses against hers as he kisses her on her mouth before leaving for the bathroom.

“Don’t use all the hot water.” Scully mumbles.

She hears him chuckle. “Don’t worry Scully, it’s a cold shower for me this morning.”

Scully grins and sighs contentedly, turning around and wiggling into the warmth left from Mulder’s presence. She breathes deeply, smelling Mulder on the sheets and trying to pretend he hasn’t left. She could get used to this.

Here is a story from several years ago that I updated a little bit for isolation smut Saturday put on by @sarie-fairy (Thank you this is fun!)

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All right, we’re up to #SatSmut @sarie-fairy‘s XF Isolation Fic schedule, so I thought I’d repost this one:

When a houseguest puts a damper on their extracurricular activities, will Mulder be able to convince Scully to make an exception to her “no sex in the office” rule?

If the sun refused to shine,

I would still be loving you.

It’s getting harder now, but I’m amazed I made it this far. The tests, so many tests. This last one has proven to be too much, I think even they sense that now, as they’ve stopped their tests and their cold observations. I’ve been here before; not here, but here: on the cusp of death. This time though, this time is different. In the beginning I though otherwise, but I understand now that there will be no savior or miracle to save me.

Savior. Save me. But I’m too far gone for any of that, not that I really would believe in that sort of thing. Maybe believe isn’t the right word //you say you want to believe, but in what?// No, no I do believe in many things. I believe in hope and resilience, in determination, and in love. I didn’t always believe in these things, but you showed me //you were my friend and you showed me the truth.//

I can feel the pools of regret drowning my eyes, blurring my vision, not that it will last, none of this will But still, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to believe in these things again, but more importantly believe in you. My faith is in you, I suppose that’s why I’m doing this: praying, to you, for you. Anything for you, because I wasn’t able to before.

Regret. I have so much. I should’ve memorized every curve, every line, everything, but it’s hard, it’s so damn hard to remember these things now. It’s hard to breath and even harder to focus. Is this what it feels like to die? I’ve been here before- no wait, you already know that. God, I’m scared.

God?

//God is a spectator-//

Ah, right, I remember. Is He watching, are You watching, is anyone watching? //He just reads the box scores.// Baseball, I loved- no love, baseball; I’m not dead yet.

But I can’t remember and it hurts. I can’t remember what your voice sounds like, it hurts so much. I can’t remember what anything sounds like. All I can hear, is pounding in my head. Loud and slow, once methodical but now erratic.

What will happen to me after this?

I want to believe that, that… I can’t remember…

//Maybe they are souls-// I remember now //traveling through time as starlight, looking for homes.//

I know you thought I was crazy then, but really as a scientist, I’d think this would be one idea you would believe too. Well, at least the principle. We as humans, made from the stars, and once dead return to them, return home. It…sounds nice.

I wonder where you are right now? I wonder if you wonder where I am. I wonder…wonder…won…

I can’t remember what I was thinking. I’m terrible at this, but I know you’ll understand, you always did. Even when I couldn’t. You always put me above you. But why? Am I worth such mercy? And what now? All those times, all those sacrifices, for me a dead man.

I think my prayer is working, the pain isn’t bothering me as much. What initially felt like suffocation now feels like slumber. But I can’t sleep, not yet- I’ll be a good boy and finish my prayers mommy.

Mommy?

Nope she’s gone. Daddy too. Little sis…she left along time ago. Now it’s just me, all alone.

I don’t feel cold anymore, but not warm either.

I hope you know…how much I loved you then, how much I love you now. It was so brief, our time together now we’re apart. Now I’m alone. I think it would be nice to not be alone. Are you alone? It would be nice, to be with you. If I had something I could give I’d be with you, but I don’t have anything left to give.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you’re alone. I’m sorry I never told you, told you…I can’t remember, I can’t think. I can’t, I can’t I cant cantcantcant

im sorry…i love you…

my mind…my world…is fading…into darkness

But if I think of you, then you’re here. If I speak to you then I’m not alone.

Here’s a fic I wrote a few years ago that I recently gave a face lift. It’s super angsty so I decided to post it for @sarie-fairy‘s isolation fics Wednesday angst. Probably one of the darkest I’ve written. So here is an AU ending for Kill Switch!  (TW: main character death; mentions of suicide)

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I watched Mulder jolt in pain again and feel desperation wash over me.

“Give it what it wants, Esther.” I try to keep my voice steady but as Mulder is electrocuted again I am tempted to shoot her and just make her put the disk in. “Put it in, Esther!” “It’s targeting us.” My stomach lurches, “Put it in!” As I grab the disk from her and put it in the drive Mulder’s body jolts again and I feel something cold wash over me. The computer stops its attack on us and suddenly all of the restraints holding Mulder open up and I move quickly to catch him. The sounds of Twilight Time start up again and it’s a sick parody of what’s happening. There is smoke coming from him and there is a glassy look in his eyes. Quickly, my fingers go to his neck. I feel nothing but keep moving my fingers around in a vain attempt to find a pulse. “No!” I remove the headgear and lower him to the floor. “No Mulder!” I begin compressions but I can tell it’s too late. I wonder how late I was. If I had put the disk in just a minute earlier would he have survived. Esther is typing away on the computer but I am beyond caring what she is doing. I’m cradling Mulder’s head begging him to come back. “You can upload yourself.” Esther says softly pausing her work for a moment to watch me pathetically begging Mulder to come back to life. “What?” It comes out as more of a yell. I’m angry at her but the sad look on her face makes me feel more pity than anger. “He’s still out there. So’s David. They are uploaded to the computer.” I just stare at her and cradle Mulder’s head to my chest. “I’m going to upload myself and then get this place destroyed.” She pauses and looks away, “You could be uploaded too. Be with him.” Everything inside me rejects her idea. Looking down at Mulder I know I’m still hoping he will open his eyes. There is so much I didn’t get to say. Twilight Time continues around us and it’s almost laughable. “He’s out there, the real him, just like David is.” A sound comes from the screen and she looks back at it before continuing to type on the keyboard furiously. “I am uploading myself but I need to do it now. You can too but if you want to you need to tell me now.”