Scully was fine. She was always fine. She’d
done her job, applied her considerable training. She’d fought. The perp was
dead. The last victim would probably never be the same again but she would
followed her to the car. She moved with the deliberation she reserved for their
tougher cases. “Scully?
Are you sure you don’t want me to come back with you?”
fine, Mulder. I’m just tired.”
nodded, holding her gaze a moment longer than was comfortable for her. She cast
her eyes to the car, flexing her jaw. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
He watched her
leave, the tail-lights blurring in the smeary rain. He lay on his couch, closed his eyes,
letting the green illumination from the fish tank play behind his lids. The
women were single, intelligent, lonely. They’d trusted their fates to a man who
became their very ideal, hidden behind a screen, someone who fed their
anxieties, who told them exactly what they wanted to hear. Incanto had wormed
his way under their skin. Message by message, compliment by compliment.
Building them up, inflating their confidence. Anonymously. Fatally.
shifted on to his side, dangling his hand to the floor. His fingers brushed the
edge of the rug. He wondered about the young witness, the blind girl whose
mother had been murdered. Her world was now even darker than before. He
swallowed at the thought.
He waited at the door for long enough to
turn around, take a few steps back down the passageway, berating himself for
his insensitivity. But he turned back again anyway. He always did.
drew back the door after the second quiet knock. “What’s wrong, Mulder?” “Nothing,”
he said, brushing past her. He noted the way her hair was still fairly sleek, framing
her face. She hadn’t slept yet, despite her puffy eyes. “I couldn’t sleep
was just making a hot drink. Would you like some?” He
nodded. “Thanks.” He followed her to the kitchen, so neat and clean, everything
in a drawer or cupboard where it made sense, everything labelled and within its
use by date. “Scully, do you always open the door at 2am on a weekday?” She
turned her quirked eyebrow to him. “Only for you, Mulder.” “What
if it wasn’t me?” Pouring
hot milk in a white mug, she stirred the powdered chocolate with precision.
“You have a particular knock, Mulder. What’s this about?” He
took the mug and followed her to her couch. Its cool, familiar welcome was a
women that Incanto murdered. They were so trusting of him, of his motivations.”
you think that a fat-sucking mutant will knock at my door one night and I’ll
just let him in? Mulder, I’m a trained FBI agent. I have a weapon. I’ve already
beaten off more mutants than I care to name. Believe me, I’m always prepared.”
She sipped her drink and held his gaze over the rim of her mug. “I’m
sorry, Scully. I didn’t mean to imply that you were going to put yourself in
danger. I just wondered about the frame of mind of those women. They were
independent, single women. But they were lonely.” She
put her mug down and breathed out. She leant forward. The beauty mark she
covered up was visible above her lip. Her freckles made her look so young. Her
hair was looser. “Are you asking me if I’m lonely?” He
looked up, memorizing the intricate pattern of the ceiling rose above the
light. “Sometimes, I wonder if we’re
letting ourselves drift away, if we’re unconsciously seeking isolation, if The
X-Files are engulfing us in a darkness that we won’t be able to see through, to
The X-Files are your life. If you’re seeking the truth, you must expect the
darkness. And I’ve seen you when you don’t have them. You did drift, you did
seek isolation.” He
choked out a small laugh. “You found me though, Scully. You came after me and
you found me.” She
took his hand. “Always.” A
tear burned at the corner of his eye. “Are you lonely, Scully?” “Are
you asking me if I miss the company of human beings? Because sometimes, when I
look in the bull pen, I think the mutants are more fun.” He
if you’re asking if I feel lonely, like those women Incanto murdered; the
answer is no. I don’t. My work with you is everything.” Removing
his hand from hers, he let his head flop back against the couch. “Please don’t
say that. It shouldn’t be.” “Why
is it different for me, Mulder? Why should you be the only one consumed with
the work?” “Because
I brought you into this, Scully. If you’ve lost your way, if you’re not
following the path you wanted, it’s because of me.” She
chuffed. “Mulder, I choose my own path. And that path is by your side. On the
X-Files. I’m here because I want to be. And if that means mutants over men,
then so be it.” “God,
don’t say ‘what did I do to deserve you’ because I’m not a prize, Mulder. And
those women that Incanto killed, they were looking for some kind of
fulfillment, something was missing in their lives.” She paused to look at him.
“Believe me, my life is plenty full.” He
rubbed his hands over his face then sat forward, elbows on knees. “I was going
to say that I never meant to insinuate you needed love to be fulfilled.” She
smiled. “Good. Because that wouldn’t be a very Mulder thing to say. You’ve
always treated me as an equal. And that’s important in this world we’re in.”
lights of a car flashed briefly through the gap in the curtains. He finished
his hot chocolate. She took his mug and washed them in the sink, the sleeves of
her robe slipping past her elbows. “You
can stay, if you want. It’s late,” she looked at her watch. “Or early.” “Will
you tuck me in, too?” “That’s a very Mulder thing to say.” She gave
him her reproachful look. This was the game they played, this banter. Flirting,
teasing, back and forth. When they pushed too far emotionally this was where
they came back to. He smiled down at her. She smiled back. “Come on, it’s
nearly time to get up again.” “Will
you still respect me in the morning, Scully?” “Only
if you understand that loneliness can be a choice, Mulder.” She handed him a
set of bedlinen and a pillow.
He pulled the crisp sheet under his chin.
He watched the unfamiliar shadows play over the walls of her lounge. He
breathed in the smell, listened to new sounds and wondered when he’d chosen loneliness.
Practicing how fabric folds and introducing a Sapph headcanon in one go! I like to think she fiddles with her dress/fabric in general when she’s stressed. It was probably fairly prominent after she first formed but was discouraged because it didn’t match her ‘status,’ so she started clasping her hands for the pressure and to discourage fiddling in general (Possibly why she wears gloves too? To have fabric discreetly at her disposal?)
So after The Answer she slowly began fabric fiddling again, since there wasn’t anyone to tell her not to, but the hand clasping is still pretty ingrained too so she alternates.
After I was done with my exam, i read it twice. I think i had all the answers right so I stood up and handed my paper to the professor. When I walked outside, I noticed that Sirius wasn’t done. I hope he had no trouble because there wasn’t a lot of time yet. I saw James and Lily out of the great hall. They were confident with their answers. They went for lunch by the lake while I waited for Sirius to come out of the room. I was nervous for him. I knew how much he wanted to become a healer and help people.
I was waiting by the door, fingers crossed when Sirius arrived.
“How did you do?!” I asked him, nervous.
“I think i did okay! I spotted a mistake last minute!” He smiled, hugging me.
“Thank Merlin, I really want you to get in healing school.” I told him.
“What about you? How was it?” He asked, looking in my eyes.
“It was okay. I’m just glad it’s over!” I laughed.
“Now let’s relax!” He smirked.
“James and Lily are by the lake having lunch. Want to join them? We could stop by the kitchens?” I asked.
“Oh yes! I’m starving!” He said.
After getting lunch, we walked down to the lake. The sky was clear and bright blue. The sun was out and shining on the water. Sirius took my hand and kissed my cheek.
“Hey boys!” Lily smiled.
“Hey i meant to ask you mates, do you two need help with moving in your flat?” James asked.
“No i think we’ll be okay. Everything is at the appartement already. But we definetly need you two to come to our housewarming party!” Sirius said, smirking.
“Oh I can’t wait to see your flat! Can I do a painting for your new home?” Lily asked, smiling.
“Of course! We have an empty was in our guest room. Maybe you could paint us something.” I smiled.
Lily loved to paint and draw. She was defiently an artist. Everything she drew or painted looked like it was straight from heaven. James always wanted her to draw something for him. He liked seeing her all concentrated while she drew.
Anyway, we ate and studied a bit by the lake for the afternoon. Sirius was pretty tired so he’s took a small nap on my lap. The sun was slowly setting but still warm on our skins. I looked down at my sleeping Sirius and smiled to myslef. The orange light of the sun was creating the shadow of his lashes on his cheeks. I brushed my fingers in his soft hair, hoping it wouldn’t wake him up. I looked up at Lily and James. They were running after eachother near the water. James grabbed her by the waist and put her on his shoulder, twisting her around. They were both laughing. They looked happy and in love. Thinking about it, James got everything he ever wanted. He got the girl.
I heared a few steps approaching and looked up. Regulus was walking towards me, hands in pockets. He was smiling. He sat next to me, giggling at his asleep brother.
“He can really sleep anywhere.” He smiled.
“Oh yes he can!” I laughed.
“I’ll miss him you know.” Regulus said, looking at me.
“I know. He’ll miss you too. But our door is always open Regulus. You can come whenever you want.” I tell him.
“Thank you Remus. You make him happy. You make him so happy you have no idea.” He said.
“He makes me happy too.” I smiled.
I continued brushing Sirius’ hair slowly. His soft lips were lightly parted and it made me smile.
“How is Sophie?” I asked Regulus.
“She’s great! She really is the best girlfriend ever! I love her.” He blushed, looking down.
“I’m glad you won’t be alone next year. You’ll see, the last year is the best one!” I laughed.
Regulus and I talked while Lily and James laughed near the water. Sirius was still asleep, looking ever so peacefull.