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Birthday by Jess (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jess's Gossamer Page
Why this must be read: One wedding ring + two previous romantic entaglements = lots of questions for us viewers. Jess answers some of them when Mulder decides to come clean to Scully on his birthday and tell it all. I always enjoy reading stories that explain Mulder's past with Diana, and this fic offers an interesting twist on it. I also highly recommend the slightly related "companion" piece to this fic, Anniversary, which can also be found at the link above.
"I would never hate you, Mulder," she said, but her voice held no
tenderness.
"Never, Scully?" he said bitterly. "You might want to rethink that one. I
mean, I am the lying sack of shit here."
"Yes," she nodded, "that you are. But I always knew you were chicken-shit,
Mulder, about anything emotional, and in the end, that's what this comes
down to, isn't it?"
He stared at the shiny caps of his shoes, wishing it were possible to simply
fold himself in half and sink into his own body.
"And it's about trust," she continued. "But then, you've never trusted me,
not really."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, frustrated, "I have always trusted
you. More than anyone."
"More than Diana?"
He knew, without even really examining them, that while he had trusted
Diana, he had loved only Scully. And with love, came something essential to
trust. Honesty.
"Yes," he said.
"I don't believe you," she answered, arms crossed.
"I never talked to Diana about Samantha, I never sat in a hospital room and
held her hand, not even after Gibson, when we were still married, Scully.
She was my wife and I left her in the hospital to find you. I never tried to
sell my soul to Cancer Man for her."
"You what?"
He was quiet. Hadn't he mentioned that one? He was sure he had.
"He offered me a deal to save you, when you were sick."
"The deal you mentioned not taking," she said slowly. "When you were on your
way to the hearing."
"Yes. I have never loved her the way I love you. I never went to Antarctica
to find her."
She dismissed him. "You'd go to Antarctica for Skinner."
"Look," he said, exasperated and floored by the depth of her sense of
betrayal. "I love you. I always have. It's up to you to believe me. There is
nothing more I can do if you don't."
Sitting back, she tossed her hair from her damp face and stared at the
ceiling.
He was halfway to the door before she spoke, her voice as soft as
fingertips.
"I believe you."
Birthday (scroll until you find the title)
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jess's Gossamer Page
Why this must be read: One wedding ring + two previous romantic entaglements = lots of questions for us viewers. Jess answers some of them when Mulder decides to come clean to Scully on his birthday and tell it all. I always enjoy reading stories that explain Mulder's past with Diana, and this fic offers an interesting twist on it. I also highly recommend the slightly related "companion" piece to this fic, Anniversary, which can also be found at the link above.
"I would never hate you, Mulder," she said, but her voice held no
tenderness.
"Never, Scully?" he said bitterly. "You might want to rethink that one. I
mean, I am the lying sack of shit here."
"Yes," she nodded, "that you are. But I always knew you were chicken-shit,
Mulder, about anything emotional, and in the end, that's what this comes
down to, isn't it?"
He stared at the shiny caps of his shoes, wishing it were possible to simply
fold himself in half and sink into his own body.
"And it's about trust," she continued. "But then, you've never trusted me,
not really."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, frustrated, "I have always trusted
you. More than anyone."
"More than Diana?"
He knew, without even really examining them, that while he had trusted
Diana, he had loved only Scully. And with love, came something essential to
trust. Honesty.
"Yes," he said.
"I don't believe you," she answered, arms crossed.
"I never talked to Diana about Samantha, I never sat in a hospital room and
held her hand, not even after Gibson, when we were still married, Scully.
She was my wife and I left her in the hospital to find you. I never tried to
sell my soul to Cancer Man for her."
"You what?"
He was quiet. Hadn't he mentioned that one? He was sure he had.
"He offered me a deal to save you, when you were sick."
"The deal you mentioned not taking," she said slowly. "When you were on your
way to the hearing."
"Yes. I have never loved her the way I love you. I never went to Antarctica
to find her."
She dismissed him. "You'd go to Antarctica for Skinner."
"Look," he said, exasperated and floored by the depth of her sense of
betrayal. "I love you. I always have. It's up to you to believe me. There is
nothing more I can do if you don't."
Sitting back, she tossed her hair from her damp face and stared at the
ceiling.
He was halfway to the door before she spoke, her voice as soft as
fingertips.
"I believe you."
Birthday (scroll until you find the title)