31 Days of Fictober (20/31)
sleeping in each other's arms | season 4- cancer arc | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 403 | ao3 | fictober day 20 |
We Ran Out of Time.
Prompt: "I can tell you're tired." "It's okay, I'd rather stay here."
Often times you’ll hang around after visitor hours have ended. The staff don’t say anything about it, they probably know they wouldn’t be able to remove you anyway. You don’t want to leave her on her own.
You’re scared. Scared that if you go, the machine might start beeping in constant then never beep at all again. It’s that fear that keeps you here.
It’s nearing 2am and you’re eyes are struggling to stay awake. You are a one-man vigil, constantly on guard. A never ending stakeout, watching out for her health.
Scully doses. She never really sleeps much anymore, just doses. Her shifting catches your attention, you become alert. Is she in pain? Does she need anything? You’re halfway out of your seat ready.
“You should go home,” she mumbles, her eyes still closed as she turns to face you. “I can tell you’re tired.”
You shake your head, grabbing hold of her hand.
“It’s okay, I’d rather be here with you.”
She smiles slightly and you smile back even though her eyes are closed and she can’t see it.
“You must be uncomfortable then. Lie next to me.”
This was a boundary you’d never crossed before. You could sit in this seat, hold her hand, but that was it, that was all the contact you allowed yourself.
“Please,” she pleads, her eyes opening to look at you. “I’m cold.”
You look around to make sure none of the nurses were nearby to catch you.
“They never come,” Scully says, noticing your looking around. “Not unless I ring the bell and I won’t need to, you’re here.”
You are. You slip off your shoes and stand. Scully shuffles to the edge of the bed. It’s a tight fit, the hospital bed is only a single after all, but if Scully snug against you, laying on your chest, all limbs are accounted for on the bed.
You lay in silence for a while. Her closeness has your heart hammering against your chest, the hairs on your arms standing on edge. Why did you never allow this before, you wonder. Why now when it could all end so suddenly. The sensation was bittersweet.
“I’m sorry we don’t have more time,” says Scully as if reading your mind. You marvel at her ability to do that.
You’re sorry too but it’s happening now and you will hold her for as long as you’re allowed.
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31 Days of Fictober (21/31)
hurt/comfort prompts | season 3- post paperclip | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 282 | ao3 | fictober day 21 |
Prompt: "Stop apologising. You haven't done anything wrong."
The car comes to a stop outside her apartment. Only upon this happening do you realise you’ve made a mistake- her sister just died in this apartment, maybe you should’ve asked where she’d like to spend the night first before coming here.
You see the apprehension written across Scully’s face. It just makes you feel more ashamed of your stupidity.
“Scully, I’m sorry, I can—”
“Stop apologising. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Her voice is harsh, words curt, annoyance laced within every sigh, every sentence. Your constant apologising was irritating her. You couldn’t help it, however, you just felt responsible.
Scully must catch how you look away for she sighs and more gently this time says.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m just tired.”
You nod, it’s been a tough couple of days for everyone.
“You want me to take you somewhere else?” you ask.
She shakes her head.
“This is fine,” she says. With a shrug she adds, “I’ll have to go back eventually.”
With that, she starts unbuckling her seatbelt and you follow.
“Mulder,” she says upon noticing. You pause to look at her. “It’s okay,” she continues. “I want to go up alone.”
You take your hands off the buckle immediately.
“I’ll watch you go in then,” you say. “Flick your lights on and off so I know it’s you.” You just want to keep her safe.
She smiles and nods, agreeing.
You come through with your word, watching as she hurries to the main door. When she disappears around it, you cast your eyes to the third floor, fourth window along. You don’t drive away until that light has been flicked. You hope she’ll be okay.
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