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RATING: PG
Author's notes: Thanks as always to Am, for a quick response. Thanks
to Medawyn for telling me my story wasn't stupid. And thanks to Susan
for reminding me that everything isn't about guilt.
August to October 1999
She turned from the bodies and began walking toward the house, hoping
to find the clear signs of struggle that would put this case to rest.
She knew, without a doubt, he would linger behind. The wheels of
self-loathing would start churning in his head and he'd wonder what
he could have done differently, how he could have saved them, how he
could take all the blame and add it to the growing pile in his soul.
The dogs howled and grunted in confusion as she pulled open the door
and slipped inside. They knew she wasn't the one who belonged here,
just as she felt her intrusion in the prickling of the hairs on the
back of her neck. It was night, but the room had been just as dark
the last time she was there. Dim lamps led her up the stairs and into
the woman's bedroom, where she found nothing but broken glass and
billowing curtains. No struggle. It had been a sacrifice, then. Again
she knew her partner would somehow believe the sacrifice had been
made for him.
Pulling out her cell phone she made the appropriate calls to the
sheriff's office and the paramedics, cleanly giving them the facts in
her cool, even voice. She was strangely unaffected by the death of
those in the yard below. Maybe it was because she hadn't been focused
on them at all during this case, instead wrapping herself up in the
wildly careening emotions she hadn't been prepared for: jealousy and
suspicion and insecurity.
At the bottom of the stairs her eye lit on the poster hidden in the
far corner. It had consumed more of her thoughts in the last few days
than any other reason she had for being there. What did it mean if he
had given it to her? What did it mean that she kept it, nestled in
the corner with her own nest of newspaper clips and photos? What did
it mean if she had sought one out on her own? She would never have
the courage to ask any of those questions. Inside she knew she had
made a big enough fool of herself over this, and that she wouldn't be
finding the courage to discuss it anytime soon.
Still, seeing it there, she ached at its familiarity. Its declaration
meant such different things to her partner and this woman who needed
him�who wanted to believe he might tell her it was okay to need him.
Without thinking she hurried over to the wall and carefully unpinned
the edges of the poster, spreading one hand at the top corner to keep
it from rolling in on itself. Placing the awkward object on the desk,
she quickly jotted out a note to leave with it.
*-*-*-*
He sat back to regard the image before him. She had handed him the
cardboard mailing tube as if she knew nothing about it, too
nonchalant for him to believe her. And now she stood quietly in the
hallway, watching him as he tried to figure out what the words meant
to him now. After so many months of starting over and learning new
truths, he wasn't sure what there was left to strive for other than
completion. The thought exhausted him.
He didn't need to turn his chair around to see the worried look on
her face. The furrowed brow, just above her stunning blue eyes. She
had tried to make peace with him, offering kind words about the woman
she had regarded before with such distrust. He should have told her
there was nothing to forgive.
"There's no need to study me from afar, Scully," his voice rasped out
in the darkness, hoarse from hours of tension and choked tears. When
she didn't immediately answer, he thought she had gone after all.
Strange, because he could still feel her.
The low clunk of her shoes signaled he was right, and soon she was
perched on the desk next to him, resting her slight weight in the
palms of her hands. They took moments to stare at the poster
together, completely comfortable in the silence that hung around
them.
"It seems right, that it would come back to you," she said minutes
later.
"Does it? I'm not so sure anymore."
She sighed deeply and her mouth worked into a frown she hoped he
wouldn't see.
"We're quite a pair, you and I," she noted, keeping her eyes on the
blurry saucer shape in front of her. "You guilty because you believe
she died trying to protect you, me guilty because I wanted to hate
her for caring enough to do just that."
"That's ridiculous, Scully. You had no reason to feel threatened by
her."
"Did I say threatened?"
His quick glance told her she didn't have to. His mouth had worked
into a frown of its own.
"It's ridiculous, Mulder, that you would assume it's your fault every
time something bad happens to someone close to you."
"Did I say it was my fault?"
She chuckled softly, a sound that had the power to change the entire
mood of the room. Even a room as full of guilt and pity as the dank
basement office.
"Seriously, Scully. When I found this poster the first time, I knew
absolutely nothing about what my life was going to turn out to be.
Sure, I always knew I would continue searching for Sam, and I always
knew there would be people to stop me. But the things we've seen�all
the lives we've seen wasted because of inconsequential things�Now, I
just don't know. It's not about believing anymore."
She turned to face him, bracing her hip against the desk. His
honestly was both elating and frightening. He looked old to her,
then. His handsome face betrayed the years of struggle to conquer
countless demons, his shoulders drooped and he seemed suddenly too
thin. She wanted to reach out and smooth the lines from his forehead,
but feared her touch would drive him back inside himself.
"What's it about now?" she asked smoothly, careful not to sound
patronizing or motherly.
"You shouldn't have been worried about her Scully. She knew what you
were. What you are."
Another sigh escaped her. When she rolled her body back toward the
wall, he stunned her by following her, placing his arms on either
side of her.
"Do you know?" he questioned her.
She did know, but wasn't ready to say it. Instead she stepped further
into his arms, resting gently against him, breathing him in as he
closed around her.
END
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