Cubiforme
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Season nine can't hurt you here. This is what I would have thought logically followed the events of Existence. This work will likely focus on setting-up how and where my head canon says Mulder and Scully spent the early 2000s. Be patient, there is a case file here after the domestic fluff. This is where my head canon diverges sharply from Chris Carter's universe.
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- Part 7 of The Spaces Between
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‘What if I never wake up, Mulder?’
‘You can’t talk like that, Scully. You can’t say that.’
‘I’m.. scared,’ she admitted softly into the darkness.
He was cut down by those words, floored, emptied, hallowed out and stung. She never uttered such things, never shared any weaknesses with anyone. He was filled with an agonising helplessness. He wanted to put her back in her body, to watch the two halves of her become one again.
The Scully in his bed, reunited with her soul, her warmth and her movement.
The Scully at his side, rejoined with her muscles and cells and choices.Tears clung at his lashes and his jaw ached from pretending that he had any control over anything.
‘I’m scared, too. But we can’t give up. I’ll show them the proof. I’ll… I’ll fight, Scully. They won’t do anything to you.’
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They're stuck in a cabin in the middle of the woods, their power generator is on its last leg, and Scully is desperately trying to fall asleep.
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What if Mulder returned to England after "The Erlenmeyer Flask"? And someone decided this was the perfect time to start stalking Scully?
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“They’re goddamn right you should’ve told me!” His voice thundered off eighteenth-century oak beams. “You could be dead, right now!”
She made a noise like he’d slapped her. Had he really just repeated their first fight? Yes. Of course. Because Fox Mulder was a sap and a fuckup and he’d left her all alone out there, and now- “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell like that. I’m just…”
“I didn’t think you’d care.” Her voice was the size of a lethal injection needle. It threaded neatly under his skin and into his veins and sent breathless death straight into his heart.
“What?” he rasped.
“You’d moved on. Or, away. You’d moved away. You have another life at Oxford, now, Mulder. Other goals. Other priorities. I should handle these things on my own. I need to handle these things on my own.”
“...Is this why you won’t answer my emails? Is this why you screen all your calls?” -
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A canon-compliant fix-it fic for My Struggle IV. Scully has a vision that brings her a new understanding of her past, present, and future.
Her entire history, *their* entire history, is being rewritten.