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Italian Butter Cookies
msr | s6 | words: 850
“Can I have another one?” He asks with his puppy-dog eyes.
“Yes, but you’ve had sixth already, Mulder.” She peels the tape off around the edge of the biscuit tin. “Why do I even bother putting the tape back on?”
“Yeah, why do you?” He bites off half of the crumbly Italian butter cookie and feeds her the other half. “Aren’t they still yummy after the sixth ones?”
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Witch
msr | words: 1,190
She’s never told him that, and she thinks she never will.
But it’s too early to say never, that’s one thing Missy had taught her.
She is now the same age as Missy. Next year, she’ll be older than her older sister. What a surreal thing to happen, Scully thinks.
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Dead Butterflies
msr | s6 | words: 920
Mulder sits in the dimmed apartment, waiting, and waiting.
He’s been sitting in her armchair for an hour and 23 minutes; she should have been home at least two hours ago. Her next-door neighbor, an elderly lady that reminds him of Bea Arthur, who so stubbornly believes he’s Scully’s special friend and always refers to him as Dana’s Young Man, is one of the reasons that he used his keys to let himself in on this evening.
Scully has really friendly neighbors. Even with all the things that have taken place in this unit over the years, they’re still warm and kind to Scully, and they even extend this kindness to him. They’re nice and sometimes bring her food–the neighbor two doors down works for a catering company, and a grandchild of the Bea-Arthur-look-alike regularly sends cheesecakes to Granny from New York, which Grandma shares with her neighbors. Yet despite the neighborly love, she’s spending more and more time at his place.
Scully must be a good neighbor; he never gets food from his neighbors.
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Apples and Oranges
msr | s6 | words: 620
He had never compared the two of them.
Scully. Diana. One he met when she was still innocent, which he took away without even realizing what he had done. She grew not in the way he wanted, but in the way he expected. She learned to trust no one, no one but him. That was his first lesson for her, and she was always a star student. His star student.
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Mulder’s Chickadee
msr | s6 | words: 950 | can be read as a sequel to Dead Butterflies
He knew that she was angry when they got into bed. Half of his brain was egging him on about pinpointing the things Angry-Scully did that was different, but after the second kiss, he gave up.
Mulder loved that she does not withhold her affection even when she is mad at him. After his apology and their simple dinner of milk and sandwiches, she was willing to let him get closer, without the icy look and hurt expression she wore earlier.
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Brotherly Love
msr | s6 | words: 900
“Bill, I swear, if he has a concussion, I’ll hurt you.” She glares at her big brother. “I could break every bone in your body while naming them, so you better pray.”
Bill Jr. is not too happy today. In fact, he has been contemplating to end this whole visit and head back to San Diego, where his wife and their 1-year-old treat him with love and respect. How many times do I need to say I’m sorry? He wonders.
And when did Mom switch team? Bill thinks bitterly. You’re MY mom, he wants to say to her, why are you treating HIM like he is your son? Your precious firstborn is right HERE, who’s given you a grandbaby and…and…
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Particular
msr | s6 | words: 700
He dreams about it sometimes.
Actually, if Mulder were to really think about it, he’d know that particular dream appears nearly 32 percent of his good dreams, which is about 61 percent of all his dreams.
But he is not the math geek in this relationship. She is. He is the bad tipper of the relationship, which he blames it on the bad math.
That is to say, he now has more good dreams than nightmares, and that particular dream reoccurs roughly one out of every five dreams he remembers.
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Geek
msr | s6 | words: 930
They had been doing this a lot. Playing hooky, that is.
He used to have so many unused vacation days, personal days, sick days, rollover days, that HR would force him to take a day off or withhold his paycheck. But it all changed after Scully got sick. He took a lot of days off just to be with her, loitering around her apartment, eating her food, so much so that her mother found out his favorite dishes and started cooking with him in mind. Scully was a little jealous about that.
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The Waterbed
msr | s6 | words: 930
He had long decided to give up on investigating who was behind the prank, and chose to convert all those confused energy into something hopefully more practical– like how to be sharing the waterbed with the love of his life.
It was very odd, the waterbed. When he came back from Nevada with Scully, Mulder thought that he went into the wrong apartment. His boxes and old magazines were gone. At first, he thought they just vanished into thin air, but he realized that someone had been in his apartment.
Someone cleaned it and now he had a waterbed.
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Cookies and Milk
msr | s6 | words: 1,100
“Come in, Mulder,” she walked into her bedroom without giving him a second look. “Take off your shoes, I don’t want mud all over.”
Her heels were kicked off the moment she stepped into the door. Mulder followed her into her apartment quietly; it had been a depressing and upsetting case to no end, and when they’d finally closed it, Skinner forced them to both take a day off.
Mulder hated mandatory day-offs. He recalled growing agitated on any federal holidays when he was a teenager, for school had become a refuge to him. He never minded being labelled as a geek who liked school. Of course he liked school, he was good at sports, got straight A’s, had a few friends he chatted and ate lunch with. What’s not to like, really?
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The Best-Laid Plans
msr | s6 | words: 970
He remembers reading Of Mice and Men and crying at the end. He was 15, maybe, and little naïve Fox Mulder still thought the short novella could end happily.
He was reading to escape his unhappy home life; he didn’t want other people’s problems. But all the classics he read were about characters with a fate worse than his: unrequited love, revenge, forbidden loves, life ruined by adultery or greed, characters finding themselves amidst corruption and hopelessness. He wanted happy endings, Goddamnit. He wanted the underdogs to win, the tragic hero to win, the poor orphan to marry well…
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The Mayor and the Idiot
msr | s6 | words: 980
It actually took a lot less time than he had expected to convince her that he should be staying with her at her apartment. His waterbed was just not cut out for this job–and it was supposed to be a surprise for her anyway. Hence, Mulder had started the conversation with you know I have a bed now but ended the conversation with so it’s settled, your place it is.
Of course, he had wanted to stay with her at her apartment all along. In fact, he’d made up his mind before arriving New York. There was no if, and, or buts about it. It’s upsetting enough to hear that Scully got shot in the stomach, so obviously he was to stay with her and be Nurse Mulder; he’d kiss and make everything better.
He just needed that Ritter boy to leave them the fuck alone.
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Game Changer
msr | s6 | words: 605 | fictober Day 7 | #6
“So Scully,” he gives his best boy scout grin, “Does this mean Clyde Bruckman was right?”
Scully swats at his hand playfully, “Didn’t we already have this conversation? I’m not immoral. I will die one day. Clyde was just trying to make me feel better.”
“But he’s even right about his own death,” Mulder adds. “There’s a saying that soothsayers can’t predict their own future correctly, but Clyde’s got to be the real thing.”
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One Two Three Four
msr | s6 | words: 780
He swore that it went on not because he just wanted to touch her hand.
They were past that, way past that. He could reach over and touch her hand and she’d squeeze it tightly in respond. Neither of them needed to be hurt, sad, nor upset. All he needed to do was to reach, and he shall receive.
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The Green-Hair Mermaid and the Pink Pooh Bear
msr | s6 | words: 980
He thinks it’s the most absurd punishment of all.
She pats his back, “Mulder, it’s not a punishment. Kosseff says it’s an exercise. It’s just. an. exercise.”
He moans in frustration. Kosseff has never liked him, he knows. Kosseff thinks he and Scully are never truly honest with her, Kosseff knows about his psychology background. Kosseff thinks they are codependent.
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Bachelor Pad
msr | s6 | words: 1,020
His apartment is a bachelor pad, a bona fide bachelor pad.
Well, in the past, one might argue that since it’s without a bed, it couldn’t be a bachelor pad, and Mulder would argue that sleeping on the couch was exactly what made his humble abode one for a bachelor.
Bachelor as in single, bachelor as in man, bachelor as in unattached. His couch saw no action for such a long time.
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Strings
msr | s6 | words: 780
Every day, he waits.
He is never good at waiting, but Scully will say otherwise, and people will agree. He has been waiting for over 20 years for his sister’s return. To most people, 20 years is a long time, but to him, the eight years he spent with Samantha feels much longer than the 20 years of his life without her.
There are just so many memories he has with Samantha in it, he can go on and on, and Scully will always be his faithful listener. His grown-up memory as a man in his thirties is not as colorful nor fun, and if he were to take out the memories without Scully, it would just be plain sad.
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