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Only Time Will Tell- Brock Boeser #1.1

about/request: I really wanted to explore a relationship where you are ‘the other woman’ this is the result of that. I’m not sure how long this will end up so…. sorry.

warnings: cursing, cheating, mentions of death

authors note: Let me know any mistakes you see. I can use as many tips with my writing as I can get.

word count: 1996 words

I decided the day I got my acceptance letter that Vancouver was my future. June had held lots of ups and downs that year. To be honest, getting that letter had been the highlight of my summer. It was the first time since my brother Charlie died that I had felt semi-normal. Writing that email back to the dean made everything feel a little more ordinary, at least it did for a little bit. Telling my parents was a little harder. They seemed happy, as happy as you can be to have both children leave within a year of each other. Of course there was a huge difference between me and my brother leaving: mine wasn’t final. I guess they were just glad to see me a) going to college, especially after turning down that full ride from University of Minnesota; b) I was acting more like myself from before the accident; and c) that I hadn’t- as my therapist says- ‘gone into the drugs path that claimed so many others who lost their twins’. Bullshit if you ask me.

The day I got the letter was the same day that my brother’s- my dead brother, that is- best friend got drafted. Brock Boeser was one of the guys my family “adopted” in (my brother’s friends became like family not too long after he befriended them). They were always together which in turn meant I was always with him, but Brock was always different from the rest. He never treated me like a little sister like so many other of Charlie’s friends had. To him I was his honorary best friend. I held that title whenever Charlie was sick in bed or, the more often the case, they needed someone to be goalie. Growing up I was just happy to be with them. Some of my old friends always said their siblings held them at arm's length. Charlie and I were different. We were best buds who happened to be friends with the same people.

Brock getting drafted was bittersweet. Of course it was happy times, Brock and my family had remained close in the year span between Charlie’s passing and the draft. It was also a reminder of what could have been. Before the accident, Charlie was ranked #65 in the world. People had been coming from all over to watch him play. Scouts from universities, OHL team, NAHL teams, and even a few from NHL saw him play some of the best hockey. They had talked to both him and my parents about his playing and how far he wanted to go.

“All the way, baby,” he would say with that awful frat boy smirk. Those scouts thought that’s exactly where he would go too. They told him they saw him rising higher up in the draft come time to be picked.

It was hard seeing Brock getting selected by the Canucks. For one, that was where I was going to spend the next couple years going to college. I was going 1,400 miles away to escape people from my town, yet here I was going to the exact same place as the person I most wanted to escape from, next to my mother and father that is. But Brock had already committed to North Dakota all the way back in February. Plus Vancouver was a big city, it is 7 times larger than my hometown of Bloomington. There was no way we would see each other.

At least that had been my hope, and it had worked for nearly 2 years. Until my mom did what she does best and messed it all up.

“Mom? It's only-” I paused to check my watch, “- 3:15. Why are you calling so early?”

“Honey!” she said in her cheery voice which meant I was in for some trouble. “You’ll never guess what happened yesterday.”

I sat down on my chair ready to hear about another stupid thing Brenda did at work or how my father sat on a fish hook again, “What?”

“Brock got called up!” she exclaimed.

“Wow,” I said my voice was mixed with actual excitement and that of what you would say to your children’s “wonderful” macaroni art project. This wasn't news to me. I had seen all over Instagram and had gotten the notification from the NHL app I had on my buried deep within phone.

Even if she heard the tonality of my voice my mother ignored it, “I know! Jess and him are flying up tonight I told them you could show them around.” The way she said it seemed like I had no choice in helping out Brock and his mother. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t busy or anything but it was hard seeing him right away after the accident and even now. It was like Charlie’s death had been the axe splitting the log that was our friendship in two.

But if there was anything that growing up in Minnesota had taught me it was that being nice made things a hell of a lot easier. “Of course,” I said. “What time are they flying in?” I didn't live too far from the airport, maybe 20 minutes.

“ They should be flying in about 4:10 in Gate C,” she stated. I check the time again noting I had about 30 minutes.

“Okay, I’ll text Brock and tell him I’ll pick them up,” I said getting up from the couch. I grabbed my coat from the closet by the door and scooped out my keys. Winters here weren’t as bad as back home but the cold still gets to you.

“Alright, I’ll call you later?” she voiced.

I said yes and hung up as I walked out of the elevator into the parking garage. As I slid into the seat of the car I texted Natalie, my best friend and roommate, to let her I know I would be out until late and one to Brock letting him know I would be waiting by Gate C when they arrived. The cold inside the car was enough to make me wish I used that remote car start my friends installed for me for Christmas. I sat shivering as the car’s heat slowly made the temperature inside a little more bearable.

I had only been inside Vancouver International a total of maybe 7 times. Once when I got here, 3 or 4 times picking up my parents when they came up for a visit and the rest for when old friends needed a tour guide on a layover. The thing about airports though is that they are almost all the same. The outside may make you think the insides would be different but nope. All have the same look and feel, and maybe the same carpet,. It was annoying, but also super helpful. I sat waiting for Brock and his mom to get through customs.

Part of me worried that we would have changed too much to recognize each other when we did meet up. It would make things awkward to hug someone you hardly recognized and sit there pointing out all the differences in each other. Another part of me, the larger part, worried that we wouldn’t have changed at all and that I would have to look into the eyes of my deceased brother’s best friend’s eyes. Now that’s a heavy thought.

“Oh my goodness,” I hear a voice say behind me, “Y/n, you… you look so grown-up!”

It had been about two years since I heard seen Laurie Boeser, but I could recognize that voice from 10 miles away. I got up from those awful plastic airport chairs and turned to give my second mother a hug. Stepping back I saw the boy who still looked like the kid I spent most of my time with growing up. Now though he looked bigger, tougher and more like a hockey player. He still had that blonde hair he got from his dad Duke and his smile shown identical to that of Laurie’s. I gave him a hug as he struggled with holding bags of all sorts.

“Hey guys,” I said, politely smiling. “How was the flight?”

“It was amazing!” Laurie starts. “Brock got us into first class so the flight attendants are all ‘Could I get you sparkling water and warmed nuts, Ms. Boeser?’ and getting us blankets.”

“I mean you do look young enough to be Brock’s sister,” I say.

Laurie playfully swats in my direction, “Oh please stop.”

After catching up a bit more I offered to take some of the bags Brock was holding and showed them to the car. I could see from the corner of my eye Brock looking at me as we made our way through airport parkings and even as we strapped in the car. I think he too was worried about thinking of what to say, especially with how we left things before I left. Lets just say Charlie wouldn’t have been happy with what had happened. To be honest I wasn’t too happy with what happened.

Laurie and Brock were staying about 10 minutes away from my apartment. We dropped off their luggage and I showed them a little bit of downtown Vancouver. It was fairly late by the time we grabbed food at a hole in the wall pizza shop and walked a bit of the boardwalk by the ocean. I dropped them back off at the hotel room with a promise to Laurie we would go get breakfast when Brock went to morning skate the next morning. By then the car company will have delivered the rental car to the hotel so I wouldn't have to drive Brock there and pick him up.

When I got back to the apartment Natalie had claimed the big sofa and was watching the mini marathon of Harry Potter movies.

“What were you up to?” she questioned.

“Nothing?” I said grabbed a handful of chips before flopping on the loveseat.

“Who was it? Was it that weird guy from Chem? Nick.. no David?” she prodded. One thing to note about Natalie, she's intense and everything that is yours is hers too.

“You mean Arnold? And no it just someone I used to know. Isn't this the one where Harry kills the big snake at the end?” I said trying to deflect.

“It's called a basilisk. Hold on, you’re trying to change the subject,” she said. “Which means that you don't want me to know who it is, harsh.”

“I’m not doing anything. And it's not that I don't want you to know who he is-” I started.

“So it’s a he, huh” she interrupted. “Wait its that Bruiser kid isn't it?

“It’s Boeser,” I corrected.

“So it is him!” she said sitting up a bit more.

“I…. um,” I tried to say.

“Y/N it's okay,” She slinked over to me. “Did you talk to him about Charlie yet?”

I slouched a little in her arms. Natalie knew a lot more of my demons then most people. She knew some of the struggles I went through losing Charlie, she knew the pressure I put on myself after he died and she knew how poor my relationship with my parents is. I let her in on more things then I usually feel comfortable with but there was something about her that made opening up really easy. “No, his mom came up with him to help him get settled so I haven’t really gotten to talk with yet.”

“Maybe you should see if you two could meet up tomorrow to talk, let some off your chest,” she soothed.

“We’ll see, I think for right now though I’m just going to leave it,” I said. “At least until he gets settled in more.” I promised myself I wasn't going to let this go, once Laurie left we were going to talk out everything that happened, including the kiss we shared.

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A Life in Seven Long Drives

[For @xfficchallenges Dialogue Challenge]

October 1993

"Jeez, Scully, I wouldn't have pegged you for having a lead foot."

"What?"

"You're speeding."

"I know. I have to get back to D.C. by 2."

"Another hot date?"

"No. A bridal shower."

"Why do a sense that you're less than enthused about that?"

"Mulder, they're the worst. I have to pretend to gush over kitchen supplies and then there are always these ridiculous games."

"Games? Tell me more about these games you play with your girl friends.”

"Don't get too excited. It's usually something like a purse scavenger hunt where you get points for the oddest things you're carrying around."

"Do you get bonus points for a gun?"

"Well, I'm planning on dropping mine off at home beforehand. Otherwise I might be too tempted to use it."

"It can't be that bad. You'll see your friends."

"Well, Tracy--she's the bride-to-be--is an old college friend but I haven't been great at keeping in touch over the years. I'm surprised I'm even invited. Anyway, do you have plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"Just crossing my fingers this month's NICAP newsletter is waiting for me. Along with, um, maybe some other recreational publications."

"Come on, Mulder. Don't you do anything for fun?"

"Um, you mean, this isn't fun?"

"Hunting down the Jersey Devil?"

"Hey, watch that eyebrow, partner. This--this work--is my life."

"It doesn't have to be. There's more to life than this."

"Maybe for you. And don't get me wrong, I'm glad you feel that way. You should feel that way. It's good to have friends, and hobbies, and even bridal showers that elicit homicidal rage. I'd hate to see you lose all that, Scully."

"Thank you, Mulder. And I hope you do have something good in your life besides this."

"Didn't I mention those recreational publications?"

***

January 1995

"I was serious about what I said earlier, Scully. I've seen experienced agents brought to their knees by far less disturbing cases. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not ashamed."

"Good. It's just that you've been...quiet."

"I'm tired."

"We'll be back soon. Do you want me to drop you off at home? Or maybe your mom's or your sister's?"

"Home is fine."

"Okay. I thought you might want to have someone to talk to."

"I'm fine, Mulder."

"Okay."

"Besides, I doubt either of them would want to hear I was nearly killed so soon after--"

"After your abduction."

"After I went missing."

"Right."

"I'm sure they'd both urge me to go back to practicing medicine."

"Is that what you want?"

"No."

"This is a dangerous job."

"Yes, Mulder, I know that. I knew that when I joined the FBI and I feel the same way now that I did then--that it's worth it, that I'm doing something meaningful. If we didn't apprehend Pfaster he would have certainly killed again."

"You could make a difference as a doctor, too."

"This is what I want to be doing."

"Well, for selfish reasons that's good for me to hear. You're a damn good agent."

"Thank you, Mulder."

"But that doesn't mean you can't talk to someone if you need. Maybe call a friend or..."

"Maybe."

"Or you can talk to me."

"There's nothing more to talk about, Mulder. I was in a dangerous situation but it's been resolved and I'm fine now."

"Alright. Well, um, I'm just a phone call away if you need anything."

"I won't bother you over the weekend."

"You could never bother me. Besides, it's not like I have any other plans."

"I'll keep that in mind."

***

October 1995

"What's wrong, Mulder?"

"Hmm?"

"We're in Oklahoma en route to investigate lightening attacks coordinated by extraterrestrials or the CIA or--"

"I never said extraterrestrials."

"Okay, but my point is--usually you'd be a bit more enthusiastic about this sort of thing."

"I'm just thinking."

"Okay."

"And I feel guilty."

"Mulder, what happened to Melissa was not your fault. She was killed by a man who we will find and bring to justice."

"If you weren't working with me--"

"Stop, Mulder, you can't think like that."

"How can I not think about that? This has always been personal for me, ever since my sister was taken, but it shouldn't be for you. These bastards already ruined my family, they shouldn't get to ruin yours. It's enough that you were taken--"

"But I was taken, and Melissa is dead. It's going to be personal for me. It's personal for me anyway because we're looking for your sister and you're my partner and my friend."

"Well then I'm a pretty shitty friend for dragging you into a global conspiracy. The worst thing you had to deal with before me was, what, some boring bridal shower? I think I'm the worst friend you could possibly have."

"That's not true."

"It is true."

"No, Mulder, trust me, it's not. Working with you has challenged my beliefs and my assumptions about the world in ways I never thought possible. The things we've seen, Mulder, I wouldn't go back even if I had the chance."

"Even after all it's cost you? How could you say that?"

"Because even though I may not believe in everything you believe in, I do believe in you. I believe there is a truth out there, and that we will find it, and when we do we may be able to help so many people. All the names in those files. You aren't going to give up and neither am I."

"Don't let it become your life."

"It's not my life. But it's my job and I plan on fulfilling my responsibilities. We've seen so much we have to keep going. And UFO-generated lightening seems as good a place as any to start."

"I never said UFOs, Scully."

****

May 1997

"I shouldn't have called you."

"Mulder, I don't know what would have happened to you if you hadn't."

"I know. But you've been so sick. And now you're driving me home."

"I'm fine."

"I hope that's true."

"Mulder..."

"What? As your partner--and I would hope as your friend--I have a right to know how you're doing."

"What about me, Mulder? Don't I have a right to know that you're undergoing extremely questionable--and extremely dangerous--medical procedures that damage your cognitive abilities? That leave you blacked out with no recollection that you may have shot someone? Isn't that my right?"

"If it could help me figure out what happened to my sister, it would all be worth it."

"Really, Mulder? Is it worth the tumor in my brain?"

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Scully, you know I didn't mean that."

"I told you a few months ago that this work has become my life. And that's even more true now. I deserve answers as much as you do, Mulder. And I deserve the truth from you."

"You're right."

"I'm glad you agree."

"We're going to find who did this to you--who's responsible for your cancer. And we're going to find a cure."

"We may not, Mulder. And you need to accept that."

"Now that's something we don't agree on."

"Mulder..."

"No. I'm going to find a way to help you. That's more important now than anything. And you're right, I should have told you I was working with Goldstein, but I think if I found out what happened to Samantha it could help us find out what happened to you--and how to help you."

"I'm not your sister, Mulder. You're not responsible for me. You don't have to save me."

"Yes, I do. You said it yourself--who knows what would happen to me if I didn't have you to call? You think Skinner would find me covered in someone else's blood and not have my ass immediately behind bars? You saved me. You save me every day. Let me do the same for you."

"I know you'll do everything you can. Just don't let it break you."

"I don't think I have a choice."

****

November 1997

"I cannot wait to get these clothes off and take a hot shower."

"I'm right there with you, partner."

"In the shower with me?"

"You said it, Scully, not me."

"How many miles is Florida from D.C., again?"

"Too goddamn many."

"Amen to that."

"You can sing to help pass the time. 'Jeremiaaaahhh'"

"Oh, stop. It wasn't that bad."

"I actually found it quite endearing."

"I know you're not being serious, but thank you, Mulder."

"Hey, Scully, we should go camping sometime. Like with a tent. And a sleeping bag."

"Just one bag?"

"Well if it's cold..."

"I know, I know. But I'm not going camping with you, Mulder."

"Why not?"

"First of all, you may be an Indian Guide but I'm no Girl Scout, and I much prefer the comforts of flushing toilets and electricity."

"Oh, come on, you're no fun."

"And besides, do you really think you and I could spend a night in the woods without a moth man or tree monster or mutant man-eating rabbit finding us?"

"'Man-eating rabbit?'"

"We've seen stranger."

"You're probably right."

"I know I'm right."

"You really never went camping as a kid? Never roughed it Communed with nature?"

"You know, believe it or not, when I was sick and feeling self-pitying by thinking of all the things I'd never have a chance to do, communing with nature never made the list."

"What did?"

"Hmm?"

"What made your list? Of things you wanted to do?"

"Nothing too surprising. I'd want to have a family..."

"You can do that now. You should do that now. Screw the moth men and live your life, Scully."

"This is my life."

"Don't say that. It doesn't have to be anymore. You nearly died. Do you know how many time I saw you in that hospital bed and I wished you'd never been assigned to the X-files?"

"I never wished that, Mulder."

"Why the hell not? You'd probably be living a cushy life with a surgeon husband, some cute kids, maybe even a real dog, not a yappy little furball that gets eaten by Big Blue, instead of driving back from Florida your moth man chasing partner."

"First of all, Mulder, it was an alligator. Second of all, I liked Queequeg, and finally, I think a life like that would bore me to tears."

"So you're sticking with me and the moth men?"

"I can live without the moth men."

***

November 1998

"I thought you said a life like that would, and I quote, 'bore you to tears.'"

"What?"

"When we were driving out here. You said you wanted to get out of the car and live a, again I quote, 'normal life.'"

"I asked if you wanted one. I didn't say I did."

"I assumed that's what you were implying."

"Maybe there's something in between. This is our lives, yes, but maybe there's a way to continue our work and still have something outside of that."

"At the risk of digging myself into a deeper hole, I'd like to point out that when we first met you did have something approaching a normal life. You used to go to bridal showers and your friend's recitals, and, um, you went on dates."

"Who's to say I don't still go on dates?"

"Shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."

"No, you're right. I don't do any of that anymore and it's my own choice. I chose our work, I've told you that. I'm just saying maybe there's a way to have both. Like, what if Emily had lived and I adopted her? I wouldn't have left the X-files."

"Do you want to adopt a child?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud."

"Because if you want to, I think you should. And I wouldn't expect you to stay on the X-files."

"Well, it's not something I'm seriously thinking about."

"I'd support you if it was. I know you think I was high out of my mind but I meant what I said when you rescued me from my little trip to the Bermuda Triangle."

"That you and I met in a parallel universe in 1939?"

"I did mean that, too. But I'm talking about what I said after that. That--that I love you."

"That's very sweet, Mulder."

"No, you don't know what I mean. I, Fox William Mulder, am in love with you, Dana Katherine Scully. I think I have been for a while but when I was on that ship it finally clicked--that if I were to die, my only regret would be never telling you. And I'm not expecting you to say it back or that we start seeing each other or anything, I just want you to know that I do love you and I want you to have everything you want in life. A house, a family, a white picket fence. You deserve all that and more and I don't want to be standing in your way anymore."

"Wow."

"Wow?"

"That's a lot to take in."

"Shit. I'm sorry--"

"No, don't be sorry, And you're not standing in my way. You never were. I'll say it again, I chose to stay with the X-files, and with you. And maybe one day I'll choose to adopt a child and maybe I won't, but the one thing that's remained certain all these years is that we have each other's back. And that's never going to change."

"That, um...that means a lot to me. I'll take that as a Scully confession of true love."

"Oh focus on the road, Mulder."

***

April 2000

"I'm sorry for ditching you on a stakeout, but with your little legs I don't think you have much to complain about. Try doing that with another foot on you."

"Shut up and drive me home, Mulder."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

"My mood will not be close to being lightened until I am sinking into my hot bathtub.

"Thinking of that certainly lightens my mood."

"You know it's really shocking that in seven years I haven't pulled a muscle from rolling my eyes so often."

"Come on, you love it."

"If you say so."

"You'll never guess what Ellen Adderly asked me at family dinner."

"What?"

"Guess!"

"No, Mulder."

"Fine. She asked if I had a significant other."

"That's awfully personal."

"Don't you want to know what I said?"

"I don't know, do I?"

"I said I didn't, but only in 'the widely understood definition of that term.;"

"And what would that definition be?"

"You'd have to ask Noah Webster that one. But I'm pretty sure it doesn't cover FBI partner who I am wholeheartedly in love with and sometimes have the pleasure of enjoying her,um, company in bed but can't make any of that public because a global syndicate planning an alien takeover of our planet would use it to destroy us. I mean, unless you think it should cover that?"

"Agent Mulder, are you--on the heels of ditching me at a stakeout let's not forget--asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"I was going for everlasting soulmate, but sure, I'll settle for girlfriend."

"You don't have to settle."

"What?"

"I love you, Mulder."

"Scully, you gave me the benefit of the doubt with painkillers, I'm willing to give you the same for sleep deprivation."

"I'm not sleep deprived. Well, yes, I am very, very, extremely sleep deprived, but I mean it. I love you. And I realized I haven't said it before but it's true. I, Dana Katherine Scully, love you, Fox William Mulder."

"We have to stop doing this in cars. I want more than anything to kiss you right now but I think I'd be putting both our lives in danger."

"We'll have time for that later."

"After that hot bath?"

"Before. After. During. Always."

"What's the speed limit again?"

"Looks like I'm not the only one with a lead foot."

"I have a bath to look forward to. Way better than a bridal shower."

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