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The Pilot |
Enjoy a selection of episode and post-episode fanfic. Find out what Mulder and Scully are really thinking, or what we'd like to happen when their image fades from our screens. |
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Where it all started... 'Mulder pored over the slides in front of him. He had a pretty good idea who was knocking on his door, and he was royally pissed off about it...'
In times of crisis, they still hold on to one another... 'Working with Mulder was increasingly problematic. Every since the conversation in the hallway of the Allentown hospital she'd been unable to read him. His mood around her vacillated between mother hen and frightened indifference. In the weeks and months following Allentown, she slowly learned to roll with his changing moods. Learned to let him in a little or keep a longer distance in reaction to his needs...'
When their love is evident for all to see... 'They stared at each other, and there was so much in the air. Both were certain that they could just reach out and the action would be accepted and returned--mirrored images stretching to embrace. But neither made that move.'
She wanted to believe... 'I've never introduced Mulder to Daddy and Mom. I don't know why, exactly. I guess I'm a little afraid of the reaction. I mean, Mulder can be a bit intense and if he were to start on one of his little 'pet theories' in front of Ahab, I'm sure it would result in a 'let me tell *you* something, young man' lecture and I'm not sure if either party would come out unscathed. Best to filter them a little while longer...'
She had the strength of his beliefs... 'Her hand feels so fragile in mine. I take hold of it tentatively, somewhat surprised at it's warmth. I was expecting her fingers to be cold. Comforted by the feeling---if her hands are warm, she must still be alive---I lace my fingers through hers and enfold her small hand in both of mine...'
Facing monsters, together... '... they shrugged and took a cab with the intent of dozing on the way to the Hoover Building. But Scully was too keyed up and terrified to sleep, and Mulder was too concerned and watched her the whole way there. She could not see his eyes in the early morning darkness but she could feel the intensity of his gaze.'
A back-to-nature experience they won't forget in a hurry... 'I can't seem to stop smiling. Thank god I'm sitting here in the middle of nowhere with no one -- no one conscious, at least -- to see how silly I must look.'
Where the truth was revealed under the most unexpected circumstances... 'Since that Friday night a month ago, she had been telling herself that things were back to normal between her and Mulder. Back to the usual pattern of 60 hour work weeks and machine-like efficiency as a team. And that was all true-- their work hadn't suffered at all, much to her surprise. But nothing was easy between them anymore.'
Stranded in the wilderness again, but will they get out alive this time? 'The March night was cool, and their impromptu swim in Lake Huevelman had left Mulder shivering with cold. He watched Scully, sitting close by the fire, unable to resist teasing her about the photographer hoping to make money off Big Blue, or cannibalism, even. Perverse, yes, but sometime he enjoyed getting a rise out of his partner, watching her eyes flash as she defended her science and logic.'
Partners through thick and thin... '"I think I do understand now, Mulder. Why you did what you did." He turned back to her. Scully's eyes were downcast. She opened her mouth to speak but then hesitated. He gave her his silence, afraid to speak. Afraid to break the fragile peace surrounding them. "We all want to...to protect the ones we love."'
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