From: Atomfrisco@aol.com
Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 03:42:55 EST
Subject: Anything.
Source: direct

Title- Anything.
Author- atomfrisco
E-mail Address- atomfrisco@aol.com
Archiving- Anyone else want this crap? Keep my name on it and tell me where 
it goes.
Rating- PG
Catagory- SR, little bit of A
Spoilers- None that I know of
Keywords- MSR,UST
Summary- What would Mulder do for Scully?
Disclaimer- As if you didn't know. They're mine of course. Yep, I created the 
x-files. Yeah, it's based on these two people I kidnapped. Pretty neat huh? 
Sorry about that. I'm a pathological liar.      

I know my Mulder seems kinda off. But I plan to make them both crazy. 

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Anything.
by atomfrisco



      If you didn't know her very well, you wouldn't see it. I know her and 
I'm still not sure. Something's wrong. Not terribly, horribly, gruesomely 
wrong, but wrong nonetheless. She seems kind of sad, or worried, I don't know 
which. Our last case was a doozy. I got a really painful shiner and we both 
got hit over the head with a lead pipe. We get hit over the head a lot. It's 
a wonder we don't have brain damage. She probably has a bad headache. She's 
in pain. I sigh. 
  
      We have this thing though. When something's wrong with her, or she's in 
pain, I try not to ask. Not that I'm cold hearted, at least I think I'm not, 
she just doesn't want to be seen as weak. I know she's not. She never could 
be. Ever. And when I ask her if she's alright, I never get an honest answer. 
It should bug me that she's constantly lying, but it doesn't. I know the 
reason for it. And I love her so she could be spitting on me and I wouldn't 
care. I would do anything for her. Anything. 
     
       Collectively what we've seen though, could scare the shit out of 
millions of people. I know that she doesn't blame me for everything that's 
happened to her now, but maybe she will. One day. Like maybe at my 
funeral...or hers. Maybe she'll come back to haunt me. It seems morbid but 
yeah if she did die, I'd want her to haunt me. Punish me. If I let her die 
I'd want her to punish me. If she was murdered I'd hunt them down, kill them, 
then kill myself. I know that if she did die, I would too. No question. I 
don't think of it as suicide... more of a "You're going? Can I come too?" My 
view of death has changed. I simplified it. You go, I go. I probably need 
help.

      Time to check out according to the clock on the wall. We've got to 
decorate this place. We've been in our office for almost a year now and it 
doesn't feel like home yet. She has a desk and her name is on the door now. 
Proof that she does work in this office too. I watched Carl put her name 
under mine. Carl's an asshole. Constantly staring at my Scully. Asshole. 
She's mine. Everyone knows, why doesn't Carl? Asshole.

      It's Friday. I hate Fridays. I hate Fridays because I usually never get 
to see my Scully on our days away. Unless we have a case, but we don't right 
now. I'll just make something up... She's standing up now... to leave me.

      "Hey! Whatcha doin' this weekend Scully?" I ask quickly. She was just 
about to say "Bye Mulder. See you Monday." I could tell... now she's looking 
at me funny. I usually don't ask that. Now she just looks suspicious. She's 
about to tell me to go to hell, and I almost always am right about reading 
her, when I speak up again,"Cause I was kinda wondering if you wanted to do 
something... you know, with me..." I trail off.

      She lifts that gorgeous eyebrow, I think I'm drooling now, and smirks 
at me. "Mulder, did you just ask me out?" And now I'm blushing. At least I 
got an almost smile out of her. I made her smile. I'll do it again.

     "Well if you want to, you know, go out... Or maybe we could work on 
something! We can work if you want, I mean no one wants to work on weekends 
but we could go out if you want to..." and for some reason my bumbling makes 
her smile. A real one. The one that can light up a whole room and then some. 
I can die a happy man.

      "Yeah, Mulder. Call me and then we'll make plans,"and then she's out 
the door. Still smiling. I put that there. I should stumble over my words 
more often. Wait, no, it was my vulnerability. She likes me vulnerable? 
Anything for my Scully. Anything.


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This was my second fic. Tell me what you think of it. Please! I'll make you 
cookies and fudge brownies!! Come on!!!     

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