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Author: conocimiento_acumulado
Type: MSR, and some Noroma angusta, if, friends do not like but the story is well ...
Dedication: A pipermaru, because I liked your story so I wanted to give something back so you can read about me ... And to all who read it, kisses.
Disclaimer: None of the characters named in this story belong to me, I do not intend to profit from it.
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Department Dana Scully Scully
22:15
prepared to watch a little TV after finishing his usual solitary dinner, sat in his chair and began to change the channels trying to find some movie ever made him some company on that cold winter night or at least to see something to forget her coworker, who secretly loved becoming a martyr to his feelings hidden. Meanwhile
Mulder, who was in his apartment, too overwhelmed by the loneliness, watching out the window like small flakes of snow began to fall, becoming increasingly larger flakes, with his head resting on the glass, blurring his vision out with your warm breath raised his finger and wrote a name on the glass, "Dana whispered, wondered if she would be thinking of him. For the mind Mulder passed endless situations where things do not go as well as the expected one, and compared, compared his life, his relationship with his co-worker, and the whole affair led him to conclude that there were things worse and that life is too short to pass without making or at least say what you want to know that special ... Two minutes later he realized he had outstanding issues and would not leave behind, grabbed his coat, the keys to his car and left his apartment in search of a warm bed and knew he could find. Department


Dana Scully Scully

22:50 on listening to the insistent jump knocks on your door, had fallen asleep watching television, once again hits the reacted, rose from her chair and opened the door knowing he could be with such assurance that even noticed by the looks of the door.
S-Mulder, you're doing here, at this time and in this cold?
M-I wake you?
S-No, I was ... watching television ... Mulder goes, tell me something has happened? No. M-
..... I was in my apartment and I realized how lucky I am ...
Scully looked confused, with a wave of his hand told to sit on the couch, she saw Mulder an expression that rarely had been seen, was as tender, full of affection.
S-You tell me that this is all about?
M-I just ... I tell you something, I've got inside and did not want the adversities of life, I removed the opportunity to let you know ... Scully looked
concentrated, trying to decipher the next word in the eyes of his companion.
M "I love you" He said no more, leaving Scully no words came to her and hugged her with all his might, without expecting any response. Felt let down by her silence, but also relieved that he had said finally. He rose from his chair and walked to the door, took one last look at his companion who still watched from his place, but before he was about to leave, she stopped holding her hand ...
S "Your hand is cold, you want to prepare something hot? - I asked as I gazed into his eyes, he nodded, and felt at home with this simple offering. Scully Mulder prepared hot chocolate while watching her sitting on a kitchen chair, she took two cups at the table, he reached over and sat down to enjoy their chocolate ...
S-I love you too, "he said after taking a sip from his cup. Mulder walked over and gently kissed those lips that by representing the source of truth, took ignoring the chocolate arms and went to his room ... Same place




was 9:10 on Sunday and there was no need to get up early, Scully was waking up and remembering the memorable night that Mulder had given her, after so long had happened, he had said that they loved and had shown no fear, without shame and especially without bees. After stretching, Scully Mulder realized that was not in his bed, nor his clothes, gave a revised department and realized he was gone ...
S-Perhaps it had something to do ...- said, "I'll call to see where it's gone," he thought, but their mobile phone realized that I had off, I called his house but nobody answered so left a message: "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? No matter anyway, call me, okay? ... Pip ...
Scully did not give more importance to the matter and decided to shower and change to go see his mother who was waiting for lunch ... Meanwhile
Mulder was driving his car into the harbor looked like it had been to meet someone, for he was quite sure where to stop, got out of the car and walked a few meters till a sort of shed (hangar), observed once in it was empty except for tables and debris in the edge of the area. He walked till the middle of this and a voice from behind him made him turn, was Diana ...
D-Fox .. as have you been? - said seriously, it felt secure in their words, the coldness of a killer in his eyes, and without fear any horn went Mulder taking her hands ...
M-What is that you have for me?
D-The answers to all questions, alleviate your pain, I offer you the opportunity to drive away all your demons !...- finally said with some hint of emotion in you ...
M-do you mean? I can finally see my sister? And what will happen to them, with those leaders who conspire against the nation? I?! At last we will know the truth?! D-Calm
Mulder, if you return to see Samantha, and know the whole truth, but neither you nor anyone else can never discover the conspiracies, or even investigating since records x! But keep in mind that what I offer will change your life, so you will know the peace of a long, full life without the need to fight anyone! ...
M-What I offer is very tempting ... In fact it's everything I ever fought, haha, but nothing in life is free, and you want something in return, or am I wrong?
D-You're right ... In life you have to make sacrifices ... We left some things to gain others ...
M "You see the point of a good look! That do you want? To renounce the secret files x? Work for them? Come on! Tell me!
D "They do not ask too much Fox, they just want to give up records x y. .. to forget the agent Scully, and the life you've known till now ...
M-...
D-need not answer me right away Fox, you've taken some attachment to your co-worker, but life that we offer you ... I would offer is worth considering, you know I can give happiness ...
And having said this last, he turned and was leaving a pensive Mulder just standing in the middle of the house ...

House Margaret Scully


20:09 Scully was about to leave giving explanations to his mother the next day had to work and that it was late but the reality was that he was dying to see Mulder ... MS-Ya
you go girl? Prefer not to sleep over and go early morning? Watch the forecast indicates that this starting to snow in Washington and could have problems with the weather ...- said the mother showing the classic concern even though their objective was that her daughter keep her company for a while longer ...
S-No, Mom, thanks but I'd rather go now, is that I have a pending I took it home and I deliver tomorrow morning, I'll call you?
MS-Based, take care, Fox send him greetings from me.
S "Okay, I love you Mommy, goodbye ... MS-bye
daughter, till soon ...- A kiss, a hug and started thinking about your car horn to call and tell Mulder was on his way, but thought a few seconds and decided not to call and get the best of surprise department, and if it was not because I expect everything in after she had a copy of the key and use this situation warranted.
At that time, Mulder was entering her apartment, having spent all day walking around the city aimlessly trying to make a decision, entered, took off his coat, threw the keys on the table at the entrance, and directed the phone to check messages at the same time he who set his cell, he saw that the cell appeared a couple of missed calls while Scully pressed the button on the landline to listen to a message that it was imagined Scully ... "Mulder, it's me, why do not you tell me you were going? ... No matter anyway, call me if ?"...
Mulder had already taken a decision so he took his mobile and started to make ... Auto

Scully, by somewhere

20:35

_Piiiiii ... Piiiiii-S-Scully ...
MS-Dana, daughter are you okay?
S-If mom happens? MS
"It said that in the news they were about to close the roads because of the snowstorm is coming, no more want you back home and leave in the morning?
S "No thanks mom, but as I told you I have work to do, and as far from home I do not think there's any problem with snow anyway ...
MS "Okay, if you prefer ...
S "Mama do not worry, I'll be fine ... Mulder Department


21:15

Only light of a lamp illuminating the room, Mulder was sitting comfortably in his chair, while a female figure approaching him. You
D-Fox made the right decision, eventually you'll realize, you'll see ...

23:23

had spent a long time since Diana had appeared in the Mulder department, she was sleeping in the bed almost naked, while Mulder seemed to be writing something with some trouble, put the paper in an envelope, closed and turned to leave, the elevator seemed to be busy so I went downstairs, came and drove her car horn horn department Scully, rose and stood at the door to slide the envelope before turning around and leaving it took a few seconds to remember the times spent there and looking at a point lost on the roof of the hall sighed ... and left ... 23:23

Scully had traveled for hours with cravings to see her beloved, recently declared, parked the car in front of the building and entered Mulder; up the elevator, and by the fourth floor he saw that someone started down the stairs "some impatient" he thought, did not give importance and enter the department continued till 42 with the duplicate key he had given Mulder; to enter realized that they had lights on, so I went to the room thinking that Mulder was sleeping and that for once in life had overcome insomnia, but what was found by turning the light was more than he could bear his razocinio ...
D-Scully, doing here at this hour! Do not know ?!...- play a startled Diana said she woke when the light was on.
S-What are you doing here?! Y. .. Where is Mulder?! Face full of illusion Scully had been destroyed by this scene: Mulder's room, bed occupied by ex-girlfriend semi-nude cover loosely on rumpled sheets and clothes thrown on the floor, it was as if the skeleton disintegrated by Scully pain ...
D I do not know where he is, I thought I'd be here ... In this situation scully
decided to run away, almost running away to leave the building, but before getting into his car met head-on with Mulder was coming, and stood still; with every part of your being numbed by poison that his eyes had just drinking, watching and wishing he had not ever existed ...
M-Scully, there's something we need to talk ...
The tears began running down the cheeks of Scully, blazed by the recent humiliation ...
S-Mulder, do not say anything, you do not already ...
watched him in silence as the snow began to fall, making the distance between them colder, red hair covering her, emphasizing her blue eyes now filled with hate, hate your partner but herself for being so naive and believe that there was more where none existed, and was used, scorned, like an old toy that nobody wants ... He realized that nothing had to do on that site, and hurried into his car, while Mulder looked away into the darkness and began to doubt by the decision, perhaps it was not the right thought to himself, but his luck was done and it was no time for regrets ...


CONTINUED ...

Sharp Pain Lower Right Back

Seconds Just Relax

Author: Rovi
Disclaimer: GA and DD are human beings of flesh and blood and I have no right to get into their lives. This is a fictional story, nothing to do with the actual reality: p
Dedication: This goes to Brenda by snogger fic idea to Vania cheerleader for their services, not to let boredom forced to write and all snoggers Out There.
Type: Snogger (yep, I'm snogger not deny it), POV, Vignette. Feedback
: by favoooorr! rovi.adams @ gmail.com
Note: I know I'm in the midst of another fanfic, but a bit distracted does not hurt: p, also took the opportunity to enter the world snogger because I'd never dared to make a fic this category. If you guess the scene, earning a return trip to the kitchen of his home with all expenses paid: p Van ... lol you do not participate.
Ahh! Something very important: Made in Dominican Republic:)

is a single scene ... a script to give life to characters that belong to fiction. Lives that are nothing more than pieces of paper and take our bodies to move a step closer to reality. But I do not understand why I can not get close to him, feel his touch and her lips almost next to mine, and also define the line between real life and performance.

I know what comes next. Last night I repeated each line in my mind endlessly, and imagined a few times the way we rehearse. But when he arrived this morning, I felt the tension in the air and trying to avoid being few inches of it, I invented a new excuse to prolong the inevitable.

I told him to leave room for spontaneity and confidence in our chemistry ... were professional enough to put us in front of the cameras and make a scene without having seen in a couple of days. I said that and much more to convince him, but the moment of truth had arrived.

As I felt his arms surround me, I knew that the control had gone too far. There were no more words to say, it was time to give way to body language, let the emotions flow and transfer some of our spirit to a dead letter in a thousand typed pages.

I had to remember the old lessons of theater. For me it was easy to give up my true self and become once again Dana Scully. I was already getting used to it and, yes, we often get into the skin of the protagonist, but I think it's time to transform it here is a kind of possession.

hope I do not quite all its flavor when it is time to separate some of it and start to lose myself in his eyes. Her hands settle softly on my face, which leaves me no choice but to face his eyes, even if it means risking losing everything for a dream that may not have more room in my subconscious.

A tear is rolling down my cheek, I can feel it before the end of repeating the idea in my mind. He quietly asked me if this is right and slightly nod, giving him permission to go ahead and cross the walls that have defined a platonic relationship for five years. If he knew all I'm thinking at this point, I would not hesitate I'm completely crazy.

His lips are every second closer to mine. I can not think, my vision blurred and all I feel is the pain of knowing that one of my fantasies do not come to fruition. He will not kiss me because it is written ... may never do it. And the closer you are, the more it hurts. It's torture I do not deserve, but no one to blame.

I am mentally prepared ... at least I tell myself to comfort me. I am resigned to settle for a light touch and break the spell because the show must go on, but when it's time to wake up I feel something all my senses alert, something too good to be true.

's kissing me ... is too much information to be processed by my brain. My hands go to his neck and my nails dig into his hair, is sufficient evidence to rule out the possibility that my imagination is playing dirty.

The murmur of others reminds me that we are not alone, but he did not seem to matter much, because their language tries to cross the barrier formed my lips and deepen the kiss. And while whispering was able to distinguish a "cut!" that there is also the desired effect, at least not for us.

finally parted for air to our lungs and oxygen for our brains to process what we just did. There is no excuse for altering the script of a story that is not ours.

When questions and doubts become too heavy a burden for me, I try to find an explanation in his eyes, however, all I find are more questions. He is a mystery to me, and always will be. A completely closed book, which was written insurance for a woman who is not me.

Slowly we get separated, and in this sea of uncertainty the only thing that is clear is that a scene has been through repeated. A scene that will become a bitter memory.

FIN .-

Free Creative Extigy Driver

Author : Dru
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah ....... If you've read a fic, you know what I mean.
Dedicated: To all those out there still
Note: This story I posted on the club RIP-X, but I found it very sweet and I changed the ending, so here it is.
Rating: Very despite MSR many ... is not.
Summary: Much work, little sleep and its consequences.



16:47

Basement Fox Mulder had reluctantly lunch a chicken sandwich and was now leaning back in his desk reclining chair with eyes closed and his hands in small circles on his temples . It felt strange. That was the exact definition of what I felt. Strange. It was cold, it was not indigestion, I was not drunk, had not been drunk in the last 24 hours so there was no hangover, it was not unknown activity in a lobe of his brain, Scully had not fired in any part of your body, your water does not contain derivatives of LSD, no alien clone had bleeding around it, etc. Could have done a long summary of all complaints that it had in recent times but none fit with how he felt now. It was as if someone had inflated just a bit of a hot water bottle inside his skull for that warm feeling a little pressure behind the eyeballs and slowly progressing towards the temples, also felt a slight weight on the back of his neck. I also had stomach upset part, as when reading a long while in a moving vehicle, but only nibbled his late lunch and finally felt like the bones of his legs were stuck in the refrigerator and constantly prodded him. Strange was definitely a good definition.

was immersed in his thoughts when he felt a warm trickle down his nose and across his mouth to the chin for a moment thought I was going crazy and the bag of water she had imagined in his brain had ruptured, but open your eyes and look at his tie and the top of his shirt a set of red cells did not play, he realized that his nose was bleeding.
- The only thing I needed, "he muttered wearily
He just cover your nose with one hand and put standing to go to the bathroom. In that his partner went to the office.
- I have the autopsy report ...... Mulder! ... happened to you cried once caught up from the sheet she held.
- I have not the slightest idea, "said a voice
amusingly shrill" Come, sit down, "he exclaimed as if he were talking to a young child. He loved to take care of him.
Scully guided him to the seat of the desk, she took a tissue in a drawer and gave it to wipe.
- Straighten your head and do not forget to put pressure on the top of your nose
- I ....
- Shhh, I will explain later

Minutes after the bleeding stopped and Mulder tried to find a reasonable answer his companion for this fortuitous event in the bathroom while washing.
-... And out of nowhere my red blood cells decided to abandon my body and ruin my new shirt-finished omitting a narrative, not to worry Scully, her feeling "weird."
- Mmm ... could be due to a slight rise in your pressure, causing one of your arteries collapse and the occurrence of the bleeding-
- It could be ...
- Any theories?
- Nope ... here's a specialist in cell formation and leakage of plasma are you

The day continued like any other, about from 6 to thirty Scully Mulder was to leave his apartment, he resisted at first but she convinced him saying he could return to his nose bleed and distract the road. Apartment 42


18: 57

opened the door of his house, threw the keys on the coffee table and lay on the couch. I was exhausted. He had been almost all day sitting in the office but I felt as if his body had just been used for a triathlon athlete. He removed his shoes and tie semirigid by blood. Sleep. All I wanted was looking forward to sleep for 2 days in a row, however it was this same time period that had been awake. Came out of a case and usually overactive mind had trouble sleeping, lately prevented him from frentón. I knew that with the case decided his brain would fall asleep the revs and probably something tonight, but this time his body refused to let it rest. That damn widespread feeling of alienation had become more intense and threatening to get worse.

After a bit of his courage and stood up slowly from the couch to take a shower, when standing felt a sense of emptiness that made him stop and close my eyes for a moment, felt his head would explode the great pressure that was in there, strange figures also purple and yellow appeared before his eyes no matter that they were open or closed.

The hot shower did nothing, the discomfort continued to increase its intensity. While later decided to take something for headache and swallowed two aspirins in half a glass of water. Bad idea. A few seconds if any nausea ingested were such that he nearly vomits and reached over to the bathroom. Again and again shook his stomach vigorously to expel non-existent and only getting complete content of a bitter taste Mulder's mouth.
Minutes later he was clinging to the toilet, unable to move, mired in endless and dizzy haciéndosele mouth water. At that time decided that he should call Scully. As was to make it to the phone, did not know, but should call her.

Very slowly stood and walked with difficulty into the room leaning against the wall, passing through the mirror and saw his face was not very healthy to say, was very pale and haggard, as well as a light layer of cold sweat covered his entire face and trickled down his temples. Scully was calling.
Two Tone ...
- It is not late enough yet. Try again around 3 am and I assure you I wake up, "she said jokingly
-Scully ...... You could come to my house now?
- Do not tell me you intend to follow who knows where in one day ....
- Bring your suitcase, let's play doctor.
A shiver ran down her back, working together over the years had proved that anything could happen to your partner
- ....... Are you scared, are you okay?
- I've been better
- Do not move there, I'll be right
22:13


slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. A horrible fear overcame her, I knew that was going to find.
Upon entering the room she saw her friend lying in the darkness and called him.
- Mulder ...
- Sh, low voice, sound melts my brain, "he said wearily
She went on I did the hint of light the lamp, but was prevented.
-
The light does not help - I turn it on in order to examine you. Neglecting to put pointing in another direction.
When he could light the room a bit and saw the state of his companion, his surprise was great, he had seen worse but this time it was she who left him at home only hours before and everything was fine. He made a great effort so that your voice does not tremble and demonstrate peacefully.
- Tell me you feel, questioned as he touched his forehead for fever and checked that was drenched in sweat
- A hellish headache much You tried
-cold drink? - asked as he tucked in his jacket
- Yes, a couple of aspirin but should be traveling down the drain along with my stomach and the rest of my guts
- puked
- More than it would have
wanted - Nausea?
- Oh yes
- When all this began
- Today in the afternoon hours earlier than my nose
- Have not slept well lately? - Asked as he checked his eyes
- I have not slept since Monday, finally confessed
- May was the last thing you ate
- A quarter of a sandwich today as the four
- And before that
- Yesterday ....... a couple of cups of coffee .... cookies ... pipes ...
"Mmm
-" Mmm "to, you know what I have doctor?
- If you think you suffer from a disease called tension headache, symptoms consistent headache, light sensitivity, food intolerance, your nosebleeds, nausea, etc. Mulder working like crazy, not sleeping, not eating, not rest and your body just do not resist, "said a little more upset, if there was anything in the world that the angry and was equally concerned about the irresponsibility of its partner for him same.
- Do not scold me now, I feel good ...- answered in order to avoid a lecture.
- Ven. Come to bed, "ordered
- Not tonight dear, I have migraine-joked-Auch! Do not be cruel, "Scully said pointing to the lamplight
" Come on, get up slowly
Scully helped her up and took him from one arm to go slowly into the room, she noticed that still dizzy and in pain despite of jokes. Once there
made him sit on the bed and began to remove the shirt he wore
- If you are in these migraine I can forget for a moment, replied with his eyes closed and hands on his temples. His teeth produced a distinctive sound when colliding with each other while shaking his jaw.
- I'll get something dry to wear, said ignoring these wet- Burguete and in your drawers until he found a shirt that seemed appropriate, went to the bathroom and brought a towel to dry your back and neck before putting on dry clothes.
- There, lie down very slowly and put your head on the towel, I do not want to soak the pillow
- Sir, Yes sir.
Once in bed and covered it very well and went to the room to look for things that had brought.
Seconds later returned to the room and started taking a few bottles from her bag and syringe, the latter prepared when Mulder interrupted.
- Do not think I nailed it in
Scully did not bother to answer, end I was doing, stood up and said
- Turn around
- Come on, no less painful
- Sorry, it's faster. Besides all of what we eat will remain in your stomach more than 3 seconds. We turn away, I guarantee you'll feel better.
Mulder finally relented, mostly because I just wanted it to end that painful.
-Ooooouch!
- Do not be overstated, "she said pressing the plunger and by entering the milky contents of the syringe into the body of his companion. - There you are, saw ... was not so terrible.
- They say that because you're on the other side of the needle. Could at least know that you just inoculation? - said returning to its original position with some difficulty.
- is a smooth muscle relaxant and sleep inducer. Sleep like a baby and when you wake up the pain will be diminished.
They stared in silence for a long moment, then Mulder said,
- If I could kiss you get up
- ...................- She just smiled only and looking down.
- Thanks for all Scully, come, for your concern ...
- Do not thank me anything Mulder, you know I'll always be there when you need it, cried as she sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair.
A Mulder would have loved to answer more gentle, insinuating but drugs began to take effect.
- I'm so tired, "stammered
- Try to sleep," she whispered as she closed her eyes with the tips of his fingers and stroked her face again and again
- Would you stay tonight?, Not to wake just muttered softly and calm
- You will not, said as he kissed her forehead and checked that was already asleep.

next day ...

slowly began to open their eyes and everything was confused, could not remember what happened the day before, did not understand why I was in bed and not on the couch as usual, or why he felt as if a truck had run over. Was to order his head when he suddenly began to feel sick to my stomach and was forced to rise quickly and go to the bathroom. Meanwhile
Scully was in the kitchen preparing something to feed to his companion, his work was interrupted by the sounds coming from the bathroom. Swiftly went there and found Mulder knees before the toilet, he looked agitated, gasping and weak.
- Relax, already happened, "he exclaimed as he crouched beside her
The presence of the companion in the apartment refreshed his memory and remembered all the previous day's events.
- This is humiliating
"Do not worry, keep the secret, said as he helped to his feet and carried him back to bed, I should warn you that the picture appears more intense after sleep.
- My brain wants to escape through the ears. What time is it?
- It's almost 2 pm.
- What ?!!!!!!! We had a meeting with Skinner this morning, was assigned a new case y. ....
- Calm down, I met today with Skinner, I handed the case, told him about your condition and you have sick leave until Monday given by your family doctor who got the day off to care for you. Now sit back and get you something to drink because these dehydrated.
- I admire your efficiency Scully
woman left the room and returned with a large glass filled with clear fluid.
- I want you to drink every last drop
- What is it?
-saline .... I do not look like that if you do not want to use my wits and my knowledge of anatomy and less friendly find another way to put that in your bloodstream-
- I did not say anything, "said pretending innocent and drinking with semi dislike salty liquid.
- I like that. 15:38



Mulder felt much better, the headache had disappeared almost completely and was very comfortable with the company, had managed to eat something now prepared and Scully talking semirecumbent in bed next to each other.
- ... and so does my mom and all she wanted was for me to swallow the earth.
- Your mother found you with your boyfriend in the room and you did not bring anything from the waist up? He could not believe it, I would have punished for 20 years.
- That's not all, my boyfriend Tom unzipped his trousers y. ..
- How old were you Scully?
- almost 17
- Wow, you were very early I undressed a woman until after thirty ..... Ouch! not mistreat me, I'm sick and bedridden, he claimed to receive a cojinazo in the face.
- You feel bad again? - She asked worried.
- Not at all. Thanks to you I feel so much better than yesterday, I just hurt a little muscle, must be for the tired. Nothing serious.
- I have the perfect solution, turn around, "she said getting out of bed
- Noooo, please no more shots, he said in mock-pleading tone.
- Shhhh I assure you that for you. Take off your shirt-
- Lately I have obsessed me topless, I know I have a great body irresistible but you should control your hormones, cried while his partner was due.
- Mulder?
- Mmm
- Shut
finally obeyed Agent the orders of his partner and lay face down on the bed, when he was in position again Scully felt like getting on the bed and began to gently touch your shoulders.
- Now I will start to circle clockwise against all the muscles in your back beginning with the trapezius and deltoid muscles, then your muscles will press gently and slowly to achieve paravertebral release accumulated stress that causes contractions micro and ...
- Scully?
- Mmm
"Shut up, I'm relaxing ..... Minutes later



- Auuu, there, there faster, that, that ....
- Mulder, silent. Will think your neighbors.
- Let them think what they want, I hope that Mrs of 43 is playing and I've seen come in, because of the views of Byers thinks I'm gay.
- sorry to say that it is the only Agent Smith of the 2 nd floor, I asked if he had any chance with you, "he said with mock seriousness.
- Really? "Smith? ... And-and you tell him? - Asked
worried - he was sorry but your preferred them bald and broad shoulders as
Skinner fell silent for a moment, but Scully could not resist the urge to laugh and laughed
- I can not believe you've swallowed it so easily ... Ja ja ja ja
- Little redhead liar! - Mulder said as he turned and threw to Scully on the bed and then fell on it slowly, stopping to laugh.
- Now I can get up, "said exaggerated eyebrows moving up and down suggestively. I thought I heard a small click, but did not give importance and went closer to her companion. RING RING

The damn phone started ringing at that moment, Scully slipped one arm to the bedside and picked up the horn, as Mulder turned to lay on the bed.
- Yes, sir, is much better ... no problem ..... I'll give you his greetings, and hung
- Skinner?
- Aha
- Calvo stupid Mulder exclaimed giving a false rage punch the mattress
- You said it. We were ...-
- In your mother unexpectedly went into your room
- Are you sure?
- If I do not want to end with a bullet in the crotch exclaimed pointing to the service weapon that hung from the waist of his partner and had the little clip that secures it unbuttoned. End

Sports Anxiety Disorder

Title : I'll be there for you
original title: I'll be there for you
Author: X-Phylia (xphylia@yahoo.com)
Idea translation: the Phantom Lady (pipermaru)
Translation: Soleil
Disclaimer: "Again??! This bieeenn.
1013 belong to the Fox network and Happy? 2
Disclaimer: "I'll be there for you" is a song by Bon Jovi, but do not make a scandal, only took a couple of lines. And this is NOT a song fic about
Rating: PG maybe. Just a few words
Category: friendship MS (with a tendency to MSR), MA
Archive: Sure, just let me know
Reference: None. The story takes place around Season 6
Summary: the tragedies in the lives of Mulder begins to wreak havoc.

be there for you
For X-Phylia (xphylia@yahoo.com)

Thank God it's Friday. It's been a long week. No X-Files, or puzzling
autopsies, or reprimands from our superiors. Yes,
this has been a long week and boring. Even Mulder
is quieter than normal.
I've noticed that lately we do not ask if we are well,
probably because we are tired of the automatic "I'm fine" you get in response
. Just not need to ask. We know.

We are in your apartment, this place I've ever messed
come to know as well as mine. Just as the owner.
I can read a book.
ate some pizza and drank beer, talked a little.
The TV is turned on, we're supposedly watching a cheap movie
science fiction in which Mulder did not even seem interested.
do not pay attention, I am very busy looking. Does not look good, but will not ask anything
. I can tell by the way looks off screen, so
fallen from his shoulders, by the way with difficulty swallowing too
followed by irregular breathing. I do not think you are sick, but I know
not right.

He also knows me very well. He knows that I realized how shy and quiet
is.
He has behaved well lately, turning
introspective and moody without reason. No, wait, that's not entirely correct: the reason is the lack of work
. Like now, for example. But do not deceive myself. Mulder
has several reasons to be depressed. Heck, sometimes I do not understand how
became the man who is after all what happened in the past.
is ironic that tells me I'm strong. Well, I am,
but my strength comes from a family safe and almost always happy, loving parents who gave me their support
and protective brothers. He has never had that, and still
and managed not only to survive but also became a good
person. A good friend. My best friend.

We are sitting on the sink to 30cm away. I watch him furtively and
inhale deeply, but does not turn to face me. His hands are at your
sides, motionless. Take your left hand in mine. I like his hands
. My sister Melissa would say that hands
say a lot of people, but I've never been good at reading palms hands.
Only the subject, as I always do that are sick or injured and
rub it with my thumbs. It may not be good at reading palms, but the fact that he
let me do it, says a lot about your mood. I can almost hear the
confusion within him.
"Mulder" I say gently. Go
saliva and hides his head, rubbing his eyes and nose with hand
her free. Turn to look at me, grab a pillow and carefully lowers
until his head is on my lap.

I am now passing saliva, and I can hardly hold back the tears.
I wonder if you know how much it hurts him sad. Not crying, but
if moans very slowly, which does not mean better. Take comfort and
should need it much, so so openly that it is asking. Step
my fingers through your hair, enjoying the gentle touch, and squeeze your arm
time to time. He remains there very still, his disturbed state of mind
shown in the rigidity of their muscles and breathing something
incostante. I do not know what should do: try to calm him down or say it's okay if you want to mourn
and so relieved.
"What if you rub your back?" I offer in return. Immediately
rises. His head is now resting on the couch and holds pillow
in my lap. On an impulse, I grab the end of his pole
gray and up, and I am surprised because it helps me do this.
Once rid of the pole, it is very quiet again.

Luckily, my hands are warm and begin to pass on your skin
naked. It feels so good, but I feel a little guilty, like I
were taking advantage of their vulnerability. I try to calm my mind
thinking that he must be enjoying it too.
not the first time I realized the marks on his back. I've never met
enough poise to ask about them, perhaps
because I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer.
A Despite his frequent objections to treat it as their 'mother',
think that deep down likes. Most men I've
state had run out of a situation like this unless
calculated sex in a rather close future.
And many other things Mulder is different. Not often I can get close
much, but when it does, almost no need to use words.
He comes to me knowing that I'll be there for him.

remember a very difficult case in Sacramento, where we had to do
team with one of his jealous ex-colleagues of Violent Crime. I
affected in various ways. First, never seen him do a
profile before and it scared me a lot. Second, this idiot actually
mocked him, Dark was the nicest thing he said. With much
happy to have shot the bastard if I had not Mulder same
convinced otherwise. And finally, I realized for the first time I
should have been for him to work in that section for three years, be
very good, only to have others laugh at him and take all the credit
.
This time, once alone and safe in our journey home, he arrecostó
timidly on my shoulder. He was exhausted, and following
their usual behavior when you profiles, hardly slept at all that week.
was so moved by the implicit trust that I almost fall apart. I knew
professional indifference was so quiet and refined
only a mask, his nightmares were the most obvious crack in their costumes.
But that was the first time consciously, let me know how
felt alone and vulnerable. I held her until she fell asleep and
smiled to myself when I realized that all the aircraft flight attendants threw me jealous glances
anything discrete.
All they could see was a very handsome man sleeping in my lap.

My fingers rub the taut muscles of his neck and feel
relax a little. It fits again and now your stomach is in my lap,
giving me access to his other shoulder, but his face is still buried in the
pillow under her arms crossed. Clearly in no mood to talk and probably not
will listen. Anyway what I can say
to relieve your pain? Now I'm doing all I can
by him, keep him comfortable and make you feel I'm here.

The TV is still turned on, the film that was forgotten long ago.
grab the remote and turned it off. Reached the remote control without disturbing other
much Mulder and turn on the radio. The two need a little quiet now
music.
resume my work, focusing on your lower back, my thumbs
pressure on the sides of your spine, up and down. Another trick I learned from Melissa
. She sure knew how to give a massage that left you made
gelatin. God, I miss my sister.

My hands touch his side and slide under your chest and stomach,
but stop just below your navel, I will not make you feel uncomfortable
. My thumbs now draw circles on top of your kidneys. I do not know how long
has passed, I do not care. Would do this all night if necessary
.
Mulder turns on his right side, giving me the face. I smile and he tries to smile too
. I put my arm under his neck to hold it better,
my right hand still rubbing his back.
It breaks my heart that this beautiful man beautiful soul
did not have anyone to do this for him. Even his mother, and I do not ever
someone entrusted both. Perhaps that's why I like dealing with
him occasionally. Tries to compensate for lost time. Kiss her forehead

smiling, doing everything I can to hide my thoughts
. Not that I can hide much, but I think tonight
is very upset to notice.
"Mulder" I muttered. "Whatever is bothering you, let it out.
questions will not only uphold you."
nods slightly.
"And do not tell anyone either," he whispered in the ear kidding.
saliva passes again and puts his hand around my waist, burying her face in my belly
.
"Okay, Pour over" I say gently without breaking the physical contact.
"Okay," I continue
bass and relaxing until you feel her body trembling against mine
.

is crying, not loud groans, are low sobs filled
distress. Her tears smell like old pains and sorrows, and I have a hunch
that should have been shed long ago. The mezzo
smoothly and it continues its catharsis, weak and trembling in my arms
. Point pulled his blanket and covers, making sure to wrap it well.
My arms and legs should be screaming for a break, but in a way
do not. It's as if my whole body was devoted to giving
entire refuge and comfort you need.
I bend down to kiss his cheek, feeling the salty moisture on my lips
. My fingers removed a lock of brown hair from his forehead, then travel
his face through his chin and neck, where I put my hand to caress your delicate skin
. He shudders slightly when touched and put his own
hand over mine. Tired

suddenly Mulder breathes deeply and slowly tears
stop. Quickly move your hand toward your face, but I stop. "Let me do
"
rub her swollen eyes with the back of my index finger, wiping tears
remaining. Keep your eyes closed for a moment, then
take my hand and kisses her.
dangerously smile and my eyes begin to fill with tears. This time
realizes itself and stands leaning on his arm to clean
my tears.
"Come here" I say, helping to stop. It does, breathing deeply,
I change my site and hug him, guiding his head to my shoulder.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked kindly, patting his neck
. Sorry nod.
"Do you want a glass of water?"
"Still" answers in a hoarse whisper. "Just hold me a little longer, yeah?"
as whether you can deny something now. I put the blanket around her and I stronger
my embrace.
"Thank you, Dana"
Now call me Dana. Oh oh.
"In all, Fox"
"No. .." begin to say, but then stops with a giggle. "You know, that
matter. You can call me anytime. We've won it."
"Thank you Fox! Is an honor!" kidding.
"Do not abuse, right?"

remain on the couch a little longer in silence, except for the
radio. The volume is really low, but I recognize the ballad, a hit
80s. "I'll be there for you, swear words"
singing along with the song.
"You will?" I hear you ask, rising to my eyes.
"What?"
"Being there for me?" says sheepishly.
I'm about to scold him for asking a question obvious, but I bite my tongue
. It's very emotional right now and may already know the answer, but you need to listen
say it.
"Absolutely, Mulder," I say reassuring.
smiles and replace her head on my shoulder, releasing the breath that had been holding
.
"Nobody ever told me that, you know." I confess.
"Is that why you were crying?"
dare to ask me "You said you not ask"
"I know, sorry. I just do not want you to think I do not want to hear"
remains silent for a few minutes.
"I do not know where to start. ... Some things are hard to say them to
me. Even you, "he says.
" Mulder's okay, I'm not demanding. I'm just saying that if
need to talk, I'm going to hear "
" Someday I'll tell you, Scully. But there are some things I have to fix myself first
"
" I understand. I can wait "
" Scully? "
" Yes? "
" Would you stay with me tonight? "Please?" That tonito
again. If you asked me to dance polka, I would.
"No plans to leave you alone Mulder. Also, I'm very tired and the idea of
use that comfortable bed that you never use is tempting
"Could ... sleep there too? I will behave well, I promise "claims
" Mulder ... "
I look back with bowed head and an air of loneliness and desolation
that breaks my heart.
" I'm so tired Scully, you do not have to worry "smile,
only his voice betrays the sadness behind those words.
"Okay, Mulder. But be warned: I snore "joke.
" No, I do "replies with a grin." I would have
Account
I notice the hint and pretend frowning, but say nothing.

We are lying in bed, staring into the darkness.
I left my side, and the right, with our hands folded in medium.
"Do you ever felt like you do, Scully?" I asked.
"So what?"
"Como .. you're tired of living and do not want to sleep because you fear
not find any good reason to get up in the morning," explains
me as something as mundane as a stomach ache.
Is this as normal for him?
"Mulder, are you so often?"
"Yes, but before you say I know you'll say, let me say something.
I know. It is commonly known as depression, stress disorder Post Traumatic
in my case. It is about things that happened to me
long ago. I endured this for years, I can handle. "
squeeze his hand under the blankets, thinking of the scars on his body
, and even though I told him he would hear whatever
had to say, I have the impression that there much pain and suffering in their past.
"You're much stronger than what you yourself believe, Mulder," I say sincerely
.
"How can you say that after seeing me crying like a baby?" I asked innocently
, and for some reason, that bothers me.
"Mulder, you know that it is not. Do not cry because you had hurt a finger
or because mommy will not let you watch your TV show Favorite "I say abruptly
.
" It's just ... I do not feel so strong lately.
does not take much to lose control, keep things under control. "
says this with gritted teeth.
" Maybe it's because you're reaching your limit to 'cope'
things, like you it said, and it's time to let it out "I suggest.
Now it's your turn to say things abruptly.
" Do not act like a psychologist with me, Scully, please not stand it. The
psychologists do not have the slightest idea. As if it were that easy "God
. Who did this to Mulder? Who could have hurt both?
"Mulder, come here I come and I put my arms around him.
begins to mourn again. "I'm sorry honey, I did not upset you"
hug while I caress your back trying to calm him, but
after approximately twenty minutes before it starts to calm down.
"Okay, Mulder. Quiet now, try to calm down" injected
His red eyes glow in the dim light that shines in the
room.
As soon begins to breathe normally speaks.
"I know I'm fucked up, Scully. Just wanted to know if people feel
normal and once in a while."
The pure loneliness and pain, tacit in his words, risk
overwhelming and my defenses are low.
"There are normal people, Mulder," I say trying to evade
question, but does not believe it.
"You know what I mean" insists
deep breath. "I think at some point we all want to send everything to
fly"
"You just happened?"
"I think that has happened, yes
" Who do you cry, Scully? " I asked softly.
Your question takes me by surprise and forces me to confront a subject that I do not feel comfortable
. But that's him trying to play psychologist with
Mulder. Yes I know your game!
"With my mom, usually" I reply with some resignation.
was about to add Melissa, but I control myself. Definitely not a good idea to mention
missing sisters for quite some time now.
"Lucky" sighs
Before you can help it, tears start to fall from my eyes.
"Listen to me, Mulder.'re Not alone. You are not alone. You come to me every time you need
"
"I know Dana. Maybe that's why I feel this way lately.
Now I can let go because I know you there "
Oh God, how can this man be so sweet.
"That's companion.'ll Be here. Now try to sleep, you're tired," you say
as I kiss her temple.
"Yes .." says almost asleep. And then, more awake "Dana?"
"Yes?"
"you would go ... you would go to me the next time you need someone to
mourn?" I asked hopefully, her hands pressed lightly the
mine.
"Yes, Fox, I will. After all, if you have your own doctor, I can have my own psychologist
not it?"
laughs.
"Thank you" whisper down my hair with his hand. Three seconds after
is fast asleep, still in my arms.

I see him sleeping.
"Good night, love whisper.
I look one last time before surrendering to sleep.
I listened.
is smiling. FIN



This was the first thing I wrote and is also one of my favorites.
was written long ago and I still reread every few years to polish
. I've also written a sequel called "A Room
dark"