From: Linda Date: Wed, 15 Jul 1998 13:47:53 -0700 Subject: 2 Single Shots, By Linda Pulman TITLE - Two Single Shots AUTHOR - Linda Pulman DATE - July 12th, 1998 EMAIL - dayna_scully@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION - Just leave me a message, that's all I ask! RATING - PG DISCLAIMER - Okay, I don't own any of the characters that are mentioned in this story. I have not stolen them, just merely borrowed them Take care! SPOILER - Redux; 731; Never Again. CATEGORY - Mulder Angst - Slight Scully Angst; Slight Mulder/Scully relationship implication (okay for NoRomos though!) SUMMARY - Mulder tells Scully something important - How does she react? WRITER NOTES - I don't know where I got the idea for this story from. Well, all I can say is enjoy and take care?!? Two single Shots -Linda Pulman Mulder raised his hand to his face. It had been more than two hours but it still stung. But it was worse inside. He lowered his hand to where his heart would be and touched it. It ached. His eyes welled up in tears as he thought back to everlasting friendship which ended in one split second. * Two Hours ago Scully lay down, her eyes watching the shadows playing on her ceiling. The tv was on but she wasn't in the mood for watching. This past few days for Scully had been extremely difficult. The case that Mulder had brought to her attention ended up being a wild goose chase and she wasn't exactly fit because of the remission of her cancer. It had all changed over one month ago. She was starting a new life. In her heart. She thought of Mulder and smiled. He would always be my best friend, she thought. *RING* Jesus, Scully thought, Who could be ringing at this time of the night. Mulder. "Hello, Mulder!" "How'd you know it was me Scully?" came the reply. "Now, who else would be ringing at this time of the night?" "I dunno....some kinky sex operator...." Scully laughed softly. "Erm...so, Mulder, what is it that you want?" "Well, Scully, I'm right outside your door and I wanna talk to you!" Scully rose from her couch and made her way to the door. Sure enough, there was Mulder with his cell phone in is hand. Scully opened the door and smiled. Mulder responded with a grin and hung up the cell phone. "What brings you here at this hour, Mulder?" Scully asked, closing the door behind her partner. She walked towards her couch and sat down, bringing the throw rug up to her neck. "Take a seat!" Mulder nodded and removed his leather jacket and placed it on the seat next to him. He didn't sit down in his usual seat though. He walked over and sat next to Scully on her 3 seater couch. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "We need to talk Scully." Scully relaxed a little at the smile. She nodded quickly and urged her partner to speak. "Well, Scully, this is a little hard for me to say. We've been working for almost 5 years now and we've grown to best friends and remember, you're the only one a trust." Scully giggled slightly but stopped when she saw the seriousness of Mulder's eyes. "This is a little hard for me. Um, what I'm trying to say is...basically Scully, I want something more to come out of our relationship. I want to be closer to you than I am now." Scully's eyes darkened. She wasn't sure if she was interpretting what he was saying as correct but she wasn't sure that she liked it. "Mulder, what are you implying?" Mulder rubbed his hands together, nervously. "Well...Scully...basically I want to tell you....to tell you that I love you!" Mulder's heart stopped as he waited for the reply. His eyes closed slowly and he waited patiently. The sharp slap jolted him out of his peacefullness. He looked into Scully's eyes and saw the deep anger and hurt flash across them. Well obviously she doesn't love me, Mulder thought. "You come in hear and expect me to respond to that? Huh? Well!" Scully's eyes flashed. Her anger boiled deeply. "You come in here and tell me you love me? I once loved you Mulder. But it stopped. I stopped loving you after the way you bbegan to treat me. You want to ruin the trust that you and have had?? And to me it seems that with my cancer you have tried to win back my caring and love for you by searching for a "Cure". Mulder....I don't love you. You have ruined my life. Ever since I came to work and told you about Betsy Hagopian and the cancer she has been enduring and you shrugging me off as if it didn't matter. I stopped loving you then. Mulder you hurt so many times. And Mulder....you don't love me. You only think you love me. You had better get out of here now!" Scully's eyes flamed and Mulder stood silently, grabbed his jacket and ran out the door. Scully's eyes welled up. "What have I done? Oh, Lord, what have I done!?!?!" Scully bowed her head and sobbed freely. * Now Mulder's hands wrapped around the smooth, cold metal. His life was not worth living now. he had been rejected by his Best friend, the one he loved. He slowly lifted the weapon towards his head. He had no chance now. She had told him she hated him, basically. The smooth tip touched his head softly. His fingers were poised on the trigger. In his hand he held a photograph of his beloved, Scully. On the back he had scrawled - I FORGIVE YOU SCULLY ; PLEASE FORGIVE ME - LOVE MULDER Mulder's fingers pulled sharply back and the room was filled with a huge explosion. The door slammed open and Scully bolted in. She looked down at the limp body of her lover and held his hand. She looked down at the photo in his hand and read the inscription. She pushed away the tears and grabbed the marker from the table in front of her. She quickly scrawled below it - ALWAYS, MULDER.; SEE YOU THERE - SCULLY She picked up the service weapon cried her last tear and the room exploded into a bright light and then all was dark. Finis Well, did you like it? Didn't you like it? Oh well? Sequel? Email me - dayna_scully@hotmail.com AUTHOR'S NOTE - I love these Author's notes....it makes me a little important. Although I know that no one reads them.... Um, what was I going to say? Oh yeah, sorry to all you Shippers about this story. I too am a shipper but I needed a slight change to the reactions and what happens to them when one of them professes their love. I mean, they always get together...they do in this one, but it is different. Linda!!! ICQ UIN #6021456 http://www.zip.com.au/~magna/main.htm "What if Cancerman was Samantha?" The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist! -Verbal Kent, Usual Suspects