#lotsoforangesoutside
msr | post s9 | words: 1,060
“C’mon, Scully,” He urges with a boyish grin that’s impossible to find on other men in their forties, “just close your eyes and follow me.”
“Mulder, be reasonable,” she chides while extending a hand to grab a hold onto the hem of his t-shirt, “I don’t wanna trip.”
“You won’t,” he promises and reaches behind to grab her hand. “Here, hold onto my hand. We don’t need a blindfold, do we? No peeking, Scully.”
“Just walk slow.”
msr | s5 | words: 1,170
It’s not the first time he sneaks into her room so late at night. It’s not the first time he does something knowing that she’ll never accept if he asks first. And he knows this will not be the last time.
Mulder knows her. He knows her answer before he even asks. I’m fine,Mulder.She always says that. Not just to him, but to her mother, to her brother, and to herself.
Fine means she’s delicate. Fine means she’s beautiful and elegant. Oh yeah, she’s fine. Mulder’s beginning to think about fine in those terms every time Scully says she’s fine.
msr | s3 | words: 1,060
She has a big brother, a big sister, and a little brother. She has always been the responsible one; when she was eight years old, Mom had designated her to be the counter. She was to make sure that Bill, Missy, and Charlie did not wander off too far away on family outings. She always stayed close to Mom and kept her eyes on her three siblings.
Bill was not always the square he is now, and Missy could be distracted by ladybugs and kitty cats, but most of all, it was Charlie that was the hardest to keep tabs on—he was attracted to everything shiny and colorful.
msr | words: 1,190
She’s never told him that, and she thinks she never will.
But it’s too early to say never, that’s one thing Missy had taught her.
She is now the same age as Missy. Next year, she’ll be older than her older sister. What a surreal thing to happen, Scully thinks.
