elvis is better than you

martymulders  asked:

prompt: In "Detour", Scully sings "Joy to the World" to a wounded Mulder, to stay awake and comfort him (we all know that was part of it. let's just admit it.) What if the situation was reversed? What would Mulder sing to her?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m not sure this is exactly what you were thinking, but this is what came to my mind. I’d put in season 6? Maybe.

“Does this remind you of anything?” Mulder, very carefully, draws Scully closer to him. Her coat rustles; the thick layers don’t provide enough warmth for her shivering body. It’s the shock, she told him a few minutes ago. Ever the doctor, his Scully. Right now she’s a petulant patient, though.

“No,” she replies, her teeth chattering, “should it?”

“I’m wounded, Scully. Remember the mothmen case in Florida?” Scully groans and he takes it as a yes. The scene is eerily similar: stranded in the woods, thanks to him, and one of them injured in need of warmth and comfort. The only difference is that this time it’s Scully who is in pain.

“We really should bring sleeping bags next time.” He chuckles at her remark before he turns serious again. “How is your leg?” Scully isn’t prone to injuries the same way he is and Mulder wishes he’d been ahead of her. He would have tripped over the tree root and then fallen right into a hidden trap. Scully insisted on being fine at first, unsurprisingly, but when they stopped and she inspected her leg, there was a gaping cut and her ankle swollen. Which is why, once again, they’re trapped in the forest, swallowed by darkness.

“I’ll live.” His little trooper.

“You need to sleep, Scully.” He maneuvers her even closer, providing all the warmth he can give her. She feels light as a feather on him. She sighs as she cuddles against him, the absence of any protest proving how exhausted she is. When she draws her leg closer, she winces.

“You will be fine, right?” He should be the one assuring her that everything would turn out all right. But he deals in hope and dreams, and she is the medical doctor.

“Yes, Mulder. The cut isn’t deep and it’s not infected. My ankle is merely sprained. I’ll be fine.“

“Good. That’s good…do you want me to tell you a story?”

“Hm, no,” Scully’s voice is thick with sleep; Mulder hopes the ibuprofen she had with her helps alleviate the pain to a degree so she can get some rest, “you made me sing… when we were in the forest like this. You made me sing.” Mulder smiles; she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t carry a tune. What she doesn’t know though is that he can.

“I’ll sing to you,” he whispers into the cool night, “but it won’t be Joy to the World.” She mumbles something against his thigh and he puts his arms around her tightly.

“Just pretend,” he begins singing, his voice low; he sure isn’t Elvis, but he’s better than she is, “I’m holding you… and whispering things soft and low.” She is quiet against him; the shivering has stopped for now.

“And think of me, how it’s gonna be. Just pretend I didn’t go… when I walked away, I heard you say if you need me, you know what to do. I knew it then, I’d be back again. Just pretend I’m right here with you.”

“Don’t need to.” Scully’s voice is soft against him, barely above a whisper. He leans his head down, her hair almost tickling his nose.

“Sleep, Scully.”

“Hm. But don’t need to… pretend. You’re here, Mulder. Here with me.” She can’t see it, he knows, but he smiles anyway and he nods. He’s here and he’ll never leave her. Not willingly.

“Chorus?” She asks sleepily and it sounds like she’s smiling, too. He hopes she is as he continues singing to her, never stopping once until he’s certain she is asleep.

ovariesoftime submitted to hasanasofficeatfreddys:

So I can’t stop won’t stop shipping Frexy now. Tbh, I sent you the anon about Elvis and you made it a bajillion times better than I could have imagined and I made a thing for you! Hnnnng Papa Bear just loves his stupid fox~!





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