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randomfoggytiger · 3 months

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"Mr. Mulder, I Know Something About You"

(Dedicated to @baronessblixen for her fascinating idea: Bill Scully giving Tom Colton and Ethan Minette binders bulging with dirt on one Fox Mulder. This took a slightly different path, though.)

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The first time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder was the day after his sister and her partner were sucked almost dry and hospitalized in Washington State for nearly two weeks. One fuzzy, panicked call from Tara and one fuzzier, harried call from his mom sketched in the slim details: Dana was on the mend, she’d been investigating a missing loggers’ case with her partner--

“What 'partner'? She’s in the field?”

She had been, for months. He’d forgotten to ask at their father’s funeral, convinced that her height and lack of experience had kept her teaching at Quantico.

“Dana's mentioned him once before, I think. You know how tight-lipped she is about her life.”

“Mom, do I need to come home? Is she….”

“No, Bill-- but I’ll call you if she takes a turn for the worse.”

So, Bill stayed on board; and Dana got better, and Tara celebrated over the phone, and Maggie remembered the name: Fox Mulder.

*****

The second time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder were the days following his sister’s abduction.

His mother talked of little else-- with Dana’s captor dead, any possible leads had died with him. There was nothing now but faith and hope.

“But I believe Fox will call as soon as he finds her.”

Fox. His sister, Tara had told him, still called him Mulder. Then again, Tara’s attention was currently wrapped up in calendars and planners and endless negatives. For that matter, his was, too; and what little time he had to think of family he thought of her, alone, counting the rising costs of their countless tries, alone, while he worked as often as he could to forget to cover those costs and forget his own loneliness. And his sister, somewhere, alone; and his mother back in Maryland, alone.

Dana and her former partner’s professional relationship wasn’t a top priority, or even a distant concern.

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The third time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder was after promising his eldest sister that Tara would try her fertility herbs. His wife was curled up on one side, quiet, and Melissa stuck her toes in his other side, slyly smiling.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” she concluded, setting aside the herb pouch and pinning him with her eyes, “why haven’t you given Dana a call? She hasn’t said it, but she’s been expecting one.”

“Don’t start, Missy.” He’d have disengaged, too, but Tara’s head was pressing into his shoulder, a sure sign she was falling asleep. And sleep was precious these days, what with the hormone shots and regular appointments and never-ending stress. He’d promised to shoulder her stresses for nine more weeks; and whether this was a test or not, Bill Scully had and would never back down from his word.

Melissa, opportunistic woman that she was, had banked on it, waiting for her sister-in-law’s “dozing” tea to kick in before launching the subject. “Billy, you know you want to talk to her. What’s the problem? I mean, she almost… we almost lost her. Why can’t you let whatever you’re holding onto--”

“Miss--” he stopped, his voice startling them temporarily.

“You owe it to her, Bill. You two haven’t talked in months; and you both say it’s because of your work but really it’s because of your pride. You’re both so like Dad; but at least Dad was blind to what it did to us."

“And what about Dana? She's back on her feet and running right back to her autopsies and late nights. You can’t point a finger at me without three pointing right back at her. At least I try to be there for my family.”

“You weren’t there when she was gone.”

He swallowed, stung and angry. “And who was, Melissa? You?”

Her toes gripped his hip, guilty. “Fox.”

*****

The fourth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was during his sister’s not-so-secret battle with cancer. His mother called often to vent and cry, unable to share her worries and pain with her only living daughter and unwilling to burden Tara with more stress.

Fox had become a footnote of late, so consumed was he and Dana in their work.

“Mom, how can you let Dana run herself down like that? She should be resting or looking into treatments-- anything rather than chasing after rag magazine cases half across the country!”

“Bill, you know perfectly well not everyone can run to sea to escape their problems. Not even you.”

*****

The fifth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was after he’d met the man, watched him fill Dana’s head with insane theories about chips and government conspiracies, and backed off, awed, when Dana’s cancer miraculously went into remission.

He was roaming the halls, searching for coffee to wash down the remainder of his rage at Fox Mulder’s red eyes and dazed expression when he noticed another government type walk stiffly towards the nurse’s desk, brusquely flash a badge, straighten his stiff spine and stiffer tie, and promptly demand to see “Fox Mulder.”

“I know where he is,” Bill cut in, saving the nurse the hassle but still getting a glare for his trouble. “Bill Scully. How can I help you?”

“Yes-- I was sent to bring him back for questioning; and we’re expected in,” he looked significantly at his watch, “forty minutes. If you would take me to him--”

“Take Mulder where?” Bill snapped around to see Walter Skinner, A.D., striding over, eyebrows drawn and face grim.

“Yes, Sir. Agent Mulder is being called in for--”

“The committee’s been disbanded until further notice, Agent Colton; and until I have those further orders, my agents are not to be bothered or contacted while they are in this hospital. Is that understood?”

Bill watched the other man’s jaw lock, grind, and shift as it worked its stubborn way around, “Understood, Sir.” Then Agent Colton turned tail and fled, heels thudding down the tile on their thunderous path to the elevator.

A.D. Skinner wasn’t done yet. “My apologies, Mr. Scully. That agent was out of line; and I'll see to it that your family isn't bothered again.”

It was best to nod and let the A.D. think he was frustrated with the intrusion.

Mulder could have been mid-conversation or on his way out by now. Instead, he would still be on that bench long after the family had left for the night.

He seemed the type.

*****

The sixth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was over another phone call, mere months before the birth of his child.

“Bill Scully? You might not remember me, but my name’s Ethan, Ethan Minette, and Dana and I used to date back when, well rather, right after she was recruited by the FBI. She ever mention me? Yes? No? Anyway, not important. Calling about information you might possibly have on, lemme check… Fox? Mulder, yep, Fox Mulder. Dana’s partner? There was a case she was involved in recently, really gruesome, real Frankenstein abomination stuff; and Colton, Tom Colton? You know him? Dana’s friend? Anyway, we keep in touch, we’re related somewhat, you know? And he named you as a hot tip and I was wondering if you…. Yeah, yeah, I can wait.”

He and Tara fought afterward: Tara, as big as a house, was ready to cave the roof in.

“Dana’s coming for the holidays, Bill! And you two will spend the week in stony silence avoiding each other and, and Maggie and I will have to try to keep the peace instead of celebrating our first Christmas as a growing family, and-- and how could you do that, Bill? After all Fox Mulder did for our family?”

Bill was lacking even to his ears; and, after cooler heads prevailed, he dialed Ethan back up and insisted his name be kept out of the article. Ethan talked doubly fast, banging a pen up and down every other word for emphasis as he cajoled and steamed about losing necessary credibility; but, inevitably, gave in.

“I’ll only do this because you’re Dana’s brother and she was a real sweetheart. But if I need to call you in future…?”

“I don’t have any more information.”

Dana skipped most of Christmas, anyway.

*****

The seventh time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was when he flew in for Emily Sim’s hearing.

“I need him as a witness if I’m to have any chance getting custody of Emily,” Dana had stated carefully, meticulously avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Bill still caught her bewilderment and fear… and joy.

“When’ll he get here?”

“Tonight, tomorrow… he didn’t say when, just that he’d be here.” He caught her smile, too.

“Dana…” Her head snapped up, and he paused. “We’ll be there.”

“Bill, you don’t have to--”

“We’ll be there, Dana.”

And they were.

And so was Fox Mulder.

Bill left with Tara, tired and emotional, and Maggie, displaced and confused, after exchanging silent, cursory greetings with his sister’s partner. While he slowly walked away, both women in tow, he heard a curt “Dana Scully and Fox Mulder” echo behind him.

And, in spite of everything, he sent up a prayer for both.

*****

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#txf #fic #mine #Mr. Mulder I Know Something About You"#Bill Scully POV #Part I #Bill Scully #Tom Colton #Ethan Minette #Tara Scully #Maggie Scully #Melissa Scully #Scully #Mulder #xfiles #x-files #the x files #randomfoggytiger's fic

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softnow · 10 months

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take this w a grain of salt since it’s from my personal limited perspective but the way modern fandoms seem to be navigating more and more towards character x reader fic boggles my mind. there’s nothing inherently wrong with it, but it’s just so different from how i’m used to interacting (and seeing others interact) with media. like i’ve never even enjoyed oc fics that much except on very rare occasions…i can’t imagine reading something where i’m the oc lmao

#like i’ve occasionally written second person pov fics #because i love second person #but it’s always very clear that the ‘you’ is a canon character #it’s you scully or you mulder not YOU person reading this yknow #i feel like an old person complaining about The Way Things Change lmaooo #like no disrespect #i just honestly don’t understand #and it makes it harder and harder to find and enjoy fics lol #holl talks

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triplehmunson · 10 months

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𝙋𝙊𝙑: You work in the FBI and by orders of your boss in command you had to team up with three of your coworkers, to carry out an investigation against a very powerful mobster. The problem is that you don't get along very well with your colleagues who are Mulder , Scully and Pena when you inform them that they have to do this job together, they all get upset because mainly Scully doesn't trust you because a couple of weeks ago you "promoted" very quickly and you're already in the major leagues and she thinks that just for your "beauty" fools men, after about two weeks and after a lot of work and investigation you shut Scully's mouth up because thanks to your contributions to the job, they managed to catch the gangster and you and your other three colleagues congratulated them and You were promoted.... In the end, you and Scully smoothed things out and started a friendship.... and possibly you find love in Javier since they got too close and forged a great friendship and mutual affection. (You are Lizzie 💕)

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 1 year

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#Fox Mulder #Interesting pov

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scullydubois · 1 year

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the x-files poetry: lazarus (1x15)

a poem composed of words, phrases, & themes from season one episode fifteen of the x-files. written from mulder's pov, reflecting on the passionate love between the couple involved in the episode's case.

Two heartbeats, profoundly changed.

It’s a miracle, love’s transformational nature. A devotion that gets us killed in the line of duty.

I’m predisposed to disconnecting action & consequence, but even I stay away from near-death experiences.

I envy those who aren’t scared by what they’re feeling.

When someone is important to me, so help me, God, it doesn’t matter what’s inside everyone else’s heads. In everything I see, I see her.

Three words, said all the time, heard all the time-- ‘I love you.’

…It means whatever you want it to mean.

#oh to write my own reflection on love and say it's mulder's pov <3 #hehe #txf poetry #the x files #txf #x files #poetry #mine

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mytardisisparked · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Scott Blevins Additional Tags: First Impressions, Mulder gets to be a profiler, Pre-Episode: s01e01 Pilot (The X-Files), Episode: s01e01 Pilot (X-Files), no beta we die like queequeg, Mulder does his reasearch, I did my best research for this please excuse any inaccuracies Summary:

Fox Mulder is told he's being assigned a new partner. She starts in less than 24 hours.

Good thing his background is in criminal profiling.

#i like writing mulder pov #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully

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riderwrites · 2 months

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Mulder had just wanted to go to an NFL game. When a case took place in the same location as a game, he scooped it up on that thought alone. He needed to get out of town, he and Scully needed to get out of town. Mulder knew he could have the case solved in fifteen minutes, hell he had figured it out from the case file alone. White male, mommy issues, probably some burnout. Easy. Mulder was looking up seats before Scully came into his office that morning.

She didn’t seem off as Mulder clicked for the 40-yard line, grabbed his coat, and pushed out the door before she even set her bag down. He gave her the gist on the car ride to the airport, went over the finer points as he bought them overpriced airport food, and was flipping through stats from an even pricer sports magazine that labeled the Viking’s chances for a win as a kinder word than shit. It was going to be easy, Mulder wanted something simple for a change, something he had control over. When the desk called their boarding number, Mulder grabbed Scully’s things with a smirk that got him an eye roll and they headed off to board the plane.

“Oo, back seat,” Mulder said, grimacing at his ticket.

“Well, that’s the safest part of the plane, Mulder,” Scully said as she moved down the aisle in front of him. “God knows what we’d do without the leading expert on the supernatural if this plane went down.”

Mulder smiled as he tried not to trip in the small, confined place. “I think that would have more fans than you might think.”

“This is mine,” Scully said, stopping at her aisle where an older man and a bored 30-something were sitting. Mulder reached up to open the overhead carrier and put Scully’s suitcase in it. He exaggerated the weight, shooting her a pained glance as he did.

“How many pantsuits are in this thing?” Mulder said.

“Haha, very funny,” Scully said as she stepped into her aisle seat. “Not all of us can wear the same suit and tie combination four days in a row and have no one notice.” She looked him over. “You’re going to be okay in the back?”

Mulder lifted his Sports Illustrated. “I’ll be able to keep myself entertained.”

Scully rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

She turned to make her way to her window seat when one of the other passengers made to stand, looking between them.

“I can trade seats if you want to sit next to your husband,” He offered to Scully. Scully chuckled and looked down at her feet.

“We just work together, but thank you,” Scully said. Mulder smirked to himself when he saw the look on the younger guy change. From the “she’s married to this big blocke” to her to “the pretty woman is available.” Mulder, conscious of the line forming behind them, leaned in quick to say.

“She’ll second guess everything you say and she’s usually right. I’d stay clear.” Mulder heard Scully’s sigh as he made his way to his seat, settling in for the long flight.

“How was your date?” Mulder teased as the two of them rejoined at the terminal. Scully smiled at him, the sun peeking out of the gray, midwestern sky behind her.

“Oh, it was wonderful,” Scully replied. “I invited him to come to the NFL game with us.”

“We only have two tickets.”

“I figured I’d get you another magazine and you’d wait in the car, Mulder,” Scully replied, shooting him one of her smug expressions when she says something she thinks is clever. Of course, Mulder would laugh, nudge her shoulder with his and they’d be on their way to baggage claim. Mulder grinned at the easy banter. The flight had been more boring than he expected, he had regretted not playing house and sitting next to her.

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#the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #pov fox mulder #angst #some lowkey graphic description of corpses but this is the x files so like it was coming #installment one of nat writes about scully being kidnapped every five goddamn seconds

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 2 years

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth

We've all seen The X-Files through Mulder and Scully's perspectives, but what about all the other characters who played an integral part in creating this world?

Look no further! Authors @admiralty-xfd @fridaysat9 @monikafilefan and @gaycrouton are embarking on a 220-chapter-long fic endeavor where we explore the untold perspectives of The X-Files!

Every episode of the X-Files, each a unique POV. There are only three rules: under 1K, never Mulder or Scully, no repeats. Chapters will update frequently (and the author order may appear random, but there will be a method to our madness).

Come with us on our journey, which will hopefully inspire readers to rewatch old episodes and enjoy them in a different way. Follow this account if you want to stay up-to-date and have some spooky fun!

Link to Ao3

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 in Progress

#x files fanfic #mulder #scully #msr #x files #the x files #x files fanfiction #msr fanfic #all eyes lead to the truth #pov #perspective

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fine-nephrit · 3 months

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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #10: "The Common Fate of All Things Rare" by Aloysia Virgata & Scarlet Baldy

Today’s fic has several of my favorite things in fics: the angst from the fallout in Never Again and the looming cancer arc in the background, well-done jealousy and UST, a lovely written and memorable OC, excellent prose, and clever lines.

It also boasts an impressive, meaty case file that has an ass-kicking profiler!Mulder and pathologist!Scully, intricate plotting, red herrings, twists, and turns like a bona fide mystery novel.

The story nestles itself nicely in the gap between the end scene of Never Again and the beginning of Memonto Mori. Oh, don’t miss the hilarious gag reel after the ending.

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🥏 The Common Fate of All Things Rare by Aloysia Virgata (@aloysiavirgata) and Scarlet Baldy (@badforthefish)

Length: Novella, 46,000+ words Season: season 4, episode 4x13 Never Again Relationship(s): M/S UST to RST Tags: Casefile, Episode-related, Cancer arc, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Torture, Scully-POV, Mulder-POV Rating: Mature/R

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 2 years

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the push and pull of MSR in the cancer arc

Louise Glück, from Marathon / The X-Files 4×14, Memento Mori / Phoebe Bridgers, Moon Song / 4x17, Tempus Fugit / I've Been Thinking Of Ending Things, dir. Charlie Kaufman / 4×18, Max / Sue Zhao (@beamusing) / 4×22, Elegy / Lucy Dacus, Historians / Ocean Vuong, Into the Breach

#the way every time i do something cancer arc i end up deep in scully's pov...#i had room for one thing but it didn't work out so i want to mention Bag of Bones by Mitski which i had on loop while making this #i just... they go back and forth so much #being so soft and yet so tense and holding each other a little apart even though they want to be close #the way they hurt each other without even meaning to but comfort each other without consciously trying #it's simply so much.#there's so much they want to but can't won't say that they're scared of saying and it SHOWS #both in the moments they snap or push away and in the times they hold each other close #scully says it in elegy! ''he's been a great source of strength for me'' but when karen asks if she's told him that fhe truth is she hasn't #and that's so much of their struggle is that they dont know if they can say all they mean to each other #so you end up with the tension and pain of wanting nothing more than to be together and have that safety and comfort #but not knowing if it's allowed and okay and how much it might hurt in the end #they need each other but they're losing each other but they're also becoming closer in an agonizing new way #he's the ONLY person she called #you ever think of that scene in memento mori where they're on the phone and she says ''right now the truth is in me''#and mulder immediately replies with "i will be right there'' so soft and certain because in that moment #she IS the truth and she is the only thing that matters #and then how she starts to pull away throughout the arc and isolate herself and that causes pain for both of them #and is part of why mulder is a bit of a jerk in gethsemane #but he never fully lets her pull away and she still leans on him she still has him and that doesn't change!!!#it's the push and pull of it all #Lu rambles #txf #the x files #msr #dana scully #fox mulder #usermoody #userscully #usermulder

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randomfoggytiger · 2 months

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"You're Only Going to End Up Hurting Yourself"

Part V of the Bill Scully POV mini-series (Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV~.)

(Dedicated to @baronessblixen for her continued interest.)

*****

The first time Bill Scully saw Dana’s child was after the hearing.

Maggie showed him Emily’s picture in passing-- though how or when she’d gotten it, he hadn't known-- mumbling, “I said she doesn’t look like Melissa; but she does, doesn’t she, Bill?” Mulder’s car drove up then; and his mom dashed off to put the photo back.

While Dana and her partner spilled out and wove around each other-- indescribably in sync, shadowing each other-- Bill thought, Yes, she does look like you, Melissa-- more like you than Dana.

*****

He allowed Mulder to stay past polite visiting hours, maintaining a stern but silent distance as much as possible. Because of this man's testimony, Dana stood a chance. Her daughter stood a chance.

“Bill, I’m so tired,” Tara had whispered, massaging her drooping head with both hands. She looked up, eyes clouded with confusion and grief-- for Dana, for this little girl, for their first Christmas as a growing family. “I just want to get some sleep.”

His own headache seemed to radiate from the top of his skull to the slope of his shoulders: everything tensed, everything ached. Wearily standing, he nodded. “Then let’s get you to bed, Honey.”

“He won’t think it’s rude?”

“I don’t think the normal standards apply to him, Tara. It’s late, anyway.”

They lumbered to the staircase, fatigued, when Dana poked through the doorway. “You guys okay?”

Of course they weren’t. His sister was murdered. His other sister had an unidentifiable chip in her neck. His brother had started speaking to him again and sent a gift to Dana for Christmas. His wife’s hard-won holiday was shot. His baby was due two weeks ago. His little sister had a daughter that wasn't hers. His mother was almost sick with worry. The pain never stops.

“Could you take Tara’s other arm so we can…?”

And Dana did, like he knew she would: a need to be of use. Perhaps as penance, for everything.

*****

He should have expected Dana and Mulder would vanish in the night.

He woke a fitful hour later to the surprise of an eerily quiet house; and was still more surprised that the two of them had not simply dropped into a deep sleep on the couch rather than… wherever they’d gone. He didn’t know which outlook was more grim: the thought she’d followed her partner back to his motel or the suspicion that they were both chasing down another lead in the Sims’ case.

It was after eight when the phone rang, about the time Maggie would be up and about.

“Hello? Um, it’s Dana… Mom, if you can pick up the phone--”

“Dana? It’s Bill.”

He heard her long sigh through the wire, wondering how many times she’d watched the clock to increase her odds at avoiding him. “Bill. Hi.”

“Where are you, Dana?”

“I’m… at the hospital. Emily’s sick.”

The pain never stops. “She is? How sick-- what happened?’

“I don’t know, it’s…. She has a rare disorder that was being treated before her parents’ murder. We don’t know…. We’re working on diagnosing her condition right now so we can treat her.”

“Do you want us to be there with you?”

“No. No, I, uh, think it’s best that you and Mom and Tara keep your distance, for now. Until we know something.”

“Is her condition communicable?”

“Bill…. It’s safer if you three stay away.”

“Dana.”

“...Yes?”

“We’ll pray for her.”

*****

Maggie intended to call Dana after lunch, but by eleven o’clock the three of them had checked into labor and delivery. By three, Dana still hadn’t answered her phone; and by four they were transferred to a private room.

“Mom, leave it!” Bill yelled, his wife’s excruciating grip sapping away the last reserves of his patience; but it was Tara’s pleading “Mom,” that drew her back.

It was late when his sister reconnected; and, with labor stalled and an epidural in, he nodded-- with his wife's go-ahead-- at Maggie, who hurried to wherever the Sim girl's ward was and back in under forty minutes.

Matthew was over six hours old before Dana called again. From his periphery, Bill watched his mother grab the phone and dodge into the hall as Tara shifted slightly in her sleep. His all-consuming focus, however, was on the quiet baby in his arms-- staring at his son’s tiny, clenching fists; wondering if his baby hairs would rust like his sisters’ or darken like his own.

He didn’t glance up when Maggie reentered and approached; but he snapped to attention when her quivering exhale broke the silence.

Tears were streaming down her red cheeks, black makeup smearing in small splotches around her eyes.

“Bill….”

Emily was gone.

*****

Dana poured her grief into meticulous planning-- despite wanting to do more, the family was only allowed to assist with sorting paperwork and dialing up Bill's priest for the funeral service.

Between baby Matthew’s homecoming, Tara’s recovery, new parenthood, and necessary arrangements, it took over a week before he realized Mulder no longer came to the house.

*****

The first time Bill saw Dana's child in person was at her wake.

She was Melissa-blonde-- the red not yet prominent enough to shift her from strawberry to flaming redhead-- and Dana chubby. Her pretty little dress still smelled new, its blue perfectly complementing the small, gold cross necklace draped across her neck.

He stood silently by as the funeral director lowered the coffin lid, refusing to think about the fact he’d never gotten to look into his niece's eyes.

*****

New flights were booked two days before Emily’s funeral; and two days after, his mother and sister were packing up for their return trip back to D.C.

“D.C.? Don’t you want to spend time with Mom in Maryland?”

Dana had paused and straightened to her full height. “No. My extended leave is almost up. Besides, I need to get back to work.”

“Back to work? You want to go back to work after everything?”

“Bill,” she snapped; then deflated, slumping onto the bed. “I can’t have this discussion right now.”

“Dana… we almost lost you, we’ve lost Melissa-- now Emily’s buried in my church cemetery. When will it be enough?”

“Bill, please. Don’t.”

She was going to cry. With the lack of sleep, the unreality of the past few weeks, and the infuriating nature of this impossible situation, even he might cry.

As if on cue, Matthew’s wails and Tara’s animated shushes floated down from the master bedroom, by turns swiftly grieved and swiftly soothed. Bill stood, half-in and half-out of Dana's door, trying to fathom the overwhelming protective surge that coursed like fire under his skin. In a split second, something ripped or erected or split apart-- hard to define, but powerful in its finality.

Turning to walk away, he added, “Fine. But tell Mom not to call me when you’re in trouble again, Dana-- I won’t lose my child, too.”

*****

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#txf #fic #“You're Only Going to End Up Hurting Yourself”#Bill Scully POV #Bill Scully #S5 #Emily #Emily Sim #Scully #Tara Scully #Maggie Scully #Mulder #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fanfic #randomfoggytiger's fic

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