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do you think I’m spooky?

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she/her, mid-20s, pookie_mulder on ao3
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x files from my drafts from a few nights back. i like working with markers now. i used to hate them so much wow. i’m so sad that he isn’t as nerdy after season 5, i miss this haircut 

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tumultuous seas - PilotInTheStars

rating: teen | word count: 5k | @today-in-fic

chapter 1: for my part, the sea cannot drown me

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One cold Friday in February, they left in Mulder’s car for the north. Mulder had gone through his usual routine for the end of the work week – he left early to go to his therapy appointment, picked up the iron supplements that Scully’s doctor had put her on, and went to the post office to drop something off before returning to Scully’s apartment to put their bags in the car. He was dreading the journey and what awaited them, but was grateful that there was someone he trusted so much to go with him.

Just as he shut the trunk, he heard a different car pull up next to him. Scully opened the door and he extended a hand to her. Any other time she would raise her brow in confusion, but she’d actively complained just a few nights ago about how getting up and out of the car had only gotten more and more difficult. She wasn’t far away from her third trimester – it would only get harder from here.

“I’d tell you what my student did,” Scully started, “but I don’t think you want to hear about Stryker saw mishaps. He’s so nice – I just don’t know how well he’s going to do in the FBI.”

“Some might have said the same about me when I started.” 

The corner of her lips upturned as if she was fighting a smile. “You’ve done well enough at not vomiting at scenes. This was pretty dreadful.”

“Years of experience, I guess.” He pulled her close, as best he could, to kiss her deeply, ignoring the thought of organs on scales. They had seen each other that morning (had even engaged in rather illicit activities before they had to begin their commute), but he still found himself missing her.

“I smell like formaldehyde,” she informed him, though she did not break from his hug. 

“Only a little bit.”

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