THE X-FILES | 4.05

Side characters appreciation

this would work on me

Scully: Mulder, we have to find out what's killing these people!!

Mulder: Durr durr it's fucking aliens

Scully:

beastly reminder

mulder’s cancel text

I’d rather people just say they hate sydcarm than to insist they’re platonic under every fucking ship edit I see every god damn second

I love when fanfic authors are freakishly unhinged. "Yes, hello, I am here to write a heart wrenching story about relationships and mortality. My medium is Ducktales (2017)"

Just get it on Mulder!

My head canon, wanting someone to point it out to Mulder AND Scully so badly!

My opinion about MSR: sometimes they are like annoying little kids who choose to go with the flow —where things take them. It was pretty clear how they felt about each other by the end of season 6. But still, on screen, it felt like they haven't acknowledged that in action. It was just yearning and lots of flirtations which of course, I enjoy very much.

A short fluff (3 minute read). Related to the Goldberg variation  S7E6.

Sitting in airport lounge, 0230, Chicago 

Scully looked almost curled up on the uncomfortable airport lounge chair. Her arms were crossed, her head tilted, resting on Mulder's shoulder. Mulder's eyes were shut, his head nodding slightly with each breath as he drifted deeper into sleep—until he jerked himself awake.

He glanced over to check on Scully. She was still asleep, her head firmly resting on his shoulder.

Mulder’s gaze met that of an elderly man seated across the lounge. 

They exchanged a knowing smile.

“How many years have you two been together?” the old man asked.

“Huh?”

“Oh... almost seven,” Mulder replied.

“What are you guys waiting for?” the old man asked.

Mulder looked puzzled.

“I’ve seen the way you look at each other,” the old man said with a gentle smile.

“I don’t—(gaze at....)” Mulder started, his eyes drifting toward Scully. He mouthed the rest of the words silently, still looking confused. Then he looked back at the old man.

“Life is short, young man. Just take the shot.”

“If you’re wondering whether she feels the same way about you—it’s obvious to me,” the old man added.

Mulder pondered this and gave the old man a soft smile.

“It’s really not that complicated, son. Follow your heart,” said the old man.

“Where are you heading?” Mulder asked, catching a glimpse of the wedding ring on the man’s finger.

“To D.C., to commemorate our wedding anniversary. I proposed to her at the Bishop’s Garden,” the old man said with a distant look.

“I’ve done this every year since her passing,” he added quietly.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” Mulder said.

“Don’t be silly, son. Your partner reminds me of my late wife—feisty, but full of love. She’s a beautiful young woman.”

“I’ll let her know when she wakes up,” Mulder replied with a smile, looking down at Scully.

“Be brave,” the old man said gently.

Mulder acknowledged him with a polite smile.

The old man picked up his book and resumed reading.

Mulder crossed his arms and shut his eyes.

Scully, still lying still, peeked briefly. She saw only the book the old man was holding, not his face. She readjusted herself on Mulder’s shoulder and continued her nap.

THE END