From: "Brie Truesdell" Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 19:45:18 -0400 Subject: Submitting 3 Source: direct Title: The One I love Author: Brie ShipperMSR@yahoo.com http://www.zilmamebrika.org Category: SR Keyword: lots of MSR, lots and lots of MSR Summary: Mulder makes a slip during a heated argument Time line: OK, believe me, I'll be the first one to jump for joy of the death of that.... well, Diana. But! Since I started this before Amor Fati, I'm going to have to ask some very huge favor of everyone. I know it's pain full, but just pretend that she's alive, OK. I know, sorry Spoilers: Nope, none Disclaimer: They ain't mine (you happy now Chris?) Authors Notes: This was just a scenario that I dreamt up and kept going over in my head. SO! I decided to write it out! The One I love I'll kill him. I swear I will. Here I am, early Monday morning, plotting ways to kill Mulder. I think there are track marks in the carpet from where I've been pacing. He ditched me, again. I think now the count is up to, oh 10 thousand or so. I look down at my watch again. It's 7:05. He should be here already. He's always early, yet now when I need to chew him out, of course he's late. The worst thing is, I don't even know why he ditched me. We had been working on a case, the specifics of it are not currently fresh in my mind. Needless to say, I've been a tad preoccupied. Anyway, I finished up my autopsy, finding out that the case was in no way related to the paranormal. Once I got back to the hotel, at about 9, I found a note from Mulder: Scully, I'm really sorry, but there's something I need to check out. Go back to DC without me. I'll see you in the office on Monday. -Mulder That was on Saturday. I didn't even hear from him over the weekend. I called his apartment, but got no answer many times. He wasn't even answering his cell phone. Now I'm still pacing our office, waiting for him to get in and trying to control my temper. Yeah, right, like that'll ever happen. I stop pacing as I hear the sound of the elevator opening and closing, followed by steps down the hallway followed by the door opening followed by... "Where the Hell were you?" I blurted out, so much for trying to control my temper. "And a good morning to you, too." Mulder says, looking at me as if he has no clue what I'm talking about. "You ditched me, Mulder. Don't even try to play dumb with me." He looked up as if he was about to send back some smart assed remark. I shot him a look that promptly shut him up. "I was given a lead." "To what?" to what, I asked, my expression not changing. "An old XFile. One that was closed down years ago, but my..." I saw him stumble over what word to use, "informant, informed me otherwise." "And did you find anything new?" He dropped his gaze down to the ground. "No." "No!" I was nearly screaming at him. I took a deep breath and attempted to regain my composure. "So, let me get this straight. You ditched me to go in search who knows what who knows where, and didn't come up with a damn thing! You were all alone, Mulder! You could have gotten yourself killed without anyone to watch your back. Did you even think about that?" "...nt lne..." was all I caught of Mulder's mumbling. "What?" I moved closer to him to hear better. Mulder lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye. "I wasn't alone." Seeing as he didn't want me to hear that to begin with, I don't think this can be good. I feel my heart start to race. "Then who were you with?" I don't know whether to be glad he wasn't alone, putting himself in less danger, or pissed as hell, because the other person wasn't me. Right now, I'd have to go with pissed. "My informant." he tells me. Yeah, that does me a lot of good. I roll my eyes, "And this informant's name would be." If he has any chance in the world of staying alive, he better not say a woman's name. Oh, no, and then it hit me. I swear to God, if he says... "Diana." Breathe, Dana. I feel my anger rise. I look at him, and then walk away from him, further in the office, behind his desk. "I don't believe this." He follows me and stands a few feet away. "Scully, listen." Uh, uh. I'm not in the listening sort of mood. "No, Mulder. Now what the hell is this? I wasn't going to say anything, but I talked to the gunman about you two." "Scully, wait." "They told me everything. How she was there when you discovered the XFiles. In the words of Frohike, she was your 'little chickadee'." Shut up, Dana. You know you really don't want to go there. Too bad, my temper's gotten the better of me. I can't keep my mouth shut. "Scully, it's not what you think." "Then what the hell is it Mulder? Some sort of affair? Cause if it is, please, tell me right now so I can get out of both your ways!" "Scully!" He's just about screaming at me now, getting up in my face. "What is it, Mulder? You still love her, great, is that it?" "Scully, she's not the one I love, you are!" .... What just happened? I'm shocked to say the least and my face shows it. I see that Mulder just realized what he said. His expression is one of pure horror. He's backing away from me. He places his hand up over his eyes and turns his back to me. My mind is in a thousand places at once. Mulder... just told me... that he loves me. Oh my God. We're back to working on that breathing thing again. Mulder loves me. "Mulder," I say, my voice barely audible. "Oh God, Scully. I'm sorry I said anything. I..." but I cut him off. I grab his forearm, forcing him to turn around. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face down to me. I can't believe what I'm doing. I reach up and kiss him. So it's not the best kiss ever, but it gets the point across. Mulder is tense at first, but then I see him relax. I break apart our lips and place my forehead against his. "Did you mean that?" I ask. I'm whispering so softly that I'm not even sure that he can hear me. He hears it. His response came in the form of just a slight head nod. "I don't know what to say," I manage to say to him, our foreheads still together. Mulder pulls back. "No, don't say anything. I'm sorry I did. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry, Scully, I..." he just stands there, not finishing what he started to say. Instead, he grabs his coat and walks to the door. Grabbing the handle he say, "I'm sorry," and leaves. I stand there in shock. I've thought about this moment for so long, this declaration of love. This wasn't what I expected. I want to go after Mulder, tell him I love him too, but I can't. My feet feel like they are lead. My mind is in a daze. 'She's not the one I love, you are.' His words keep echoing through my head. I have to leave. I need to get out of here. I have to find Mulder. I force my legs to move and I leave the office. I have no clue where Mulder went. I don't know how I'll find him. I know of a bar he goes to often, but for some reason I don't think he went there. I walk out of the FBI building and look around. Then it hits me. I think I know where he went. The bench, our bench, as I always liked to think of it. I just know that's where he went. I don't know why I know, but I know. I can walk there from the bureau, and I do. As I near, I can see Mulder sitting on the bench. I walk up behind him, not knowing if he would leave when he saw me. Slowly I place my hand on his shoulder. "Mulder, please don't leave," I say to him. He tenses as I sit down beside him. I can see he's considering getting up and leaving, but he stays there. He slouches and tries looking anywhere to avoid looking at me. "Mulder, I'm glad you told me that," I start out. He shakes his head as I speak. "You're wrong, Scully. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry, I am. I..." That's enough. I can't take it. He shouldn't be sorry for telling me this. I'm glad he did, because "I love you, Mulder," I say. My voice was barely above a whisper. But I know Mulder heard me. That shut him up. His beautiful hazel eyes stare right into mine. "Scully, do you mean that?" I nod, tears brimming in my eyes. I've been waiting so long to say those words. So long to hear him say them to me. And now it just finally happened. Before I know what's going on, Mulder's lips are moving towards mine. My eyes close and we make contact. Gently at first, both of us barely believing what's happening. But then, I can't get enough. I need Mulder. I need him with a passion. But before I feel I've had enough, I'm running out of air and so is Mulder. We part slowly. Mutually, we stand up and without saying a word, walk hand in hand back to our basement. The End