Title: Achluophobia: Monday, Part 4 of 4
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Summary: Mulder and Scully are called on to investigate a possible haunting.
Notes: Final chapter! Phew. If you prefer Ao3, this story will be posted in full there by tonight. Link is in my header/bio. Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this. She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her. And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be.
Lindsey is unusually somber in the morning, laying in bed until well past breakfast, refusing to come out of her room. She doesn’t budge when Claire taps on the door, or when she sneaks in quietly, doing her best to not create a scene. These days Claire’s unsure of the best way to proceed with her daughter, seeing as the simplest of things can set her off, so she walks on eggshells and prays for the best.
It wasn’t always like this. She remembers what it was like when they were able to communicate, when they were able to talk openly about whatever was on their minds. It was only a few weeks ago that they would discuss her daughter’s life over morning coffee, making plans for college applications and guessing which football player was next on Rosie’s boyfriend list. She sighs to herself, wishing for the days when life was easier. Wishing for the days when her daughter wasn’t a complete stranger.
She tiptoes across the floor and seats herself at the edge of her daughter’s bed. “Come on sweetheart, you need to get up. It’s after 10.”
Lindsey keeps her eyes closed. “Don’t want to.”
“Are you feeling alright?” Claire asks as she places her hand on her daughter’s forehead. “It doesn’t feel like you’re running a fever.”
She sighs as Lindsey continues to lay still, motionless.
“Lindsey, you can’t stay in bed all day. It’s your last day off before school tomorrow. Don’t you have any homework?”
“I finished it,” she replies simply.
Claire remains seated for another moment, then leans forward and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Alright,” she says softly as she walks to the door. She turns before walking out and adds, “I’ll come back and check on you in a little while. You rest.”
Lindsey doesn’t respond.