| "No, Scully. I won’t take that answer anymore. You’re always fine when I know that’s not the truth. Please, talk to me. I can’t help you unless you talk to me.” “I never asked for your help.” “But you need it. Look at yourself. Look at what he’s doing to you. You have to tell someone. Please. Please talk to me.” Scully sat up. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Mulder. Do you think it’s easy for me to admit that I thought you were going to hurt me, that you were going to kill me? I never thought I’d think that in my life and here I am running from you. I can’t put you through this.” “I need to go through this. I need to understand you, Scully.” After much hesitation and more pleading she told him. She told him everything. Everything he had done to her both physically and emotionally. Throughout the entire story she remained cuddled on the bathroom floor. He wanted to sit next to her – to hold her but he knew she couldn’t stand his touch right now. She needed to tell him everything, everything she had been through without his interference. When she had finished Mulder didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could to do comfort her. They both cried together though they kept their distance. * * * * The next morning, Scully woke up to find herself in an unknown place. She looked around and realized she was in her bedroom. But what as she doing there? How did she get there? She pushed the blankets off of her body and put her feet on the floor. The smell of food wafted into the bedroom. She stood, securing herself, and then walked towards the kitchen. Mulder’s back was towards her as he bent over the stove, stirring something. He looked back at her and smiled. “How you doing?” He asked. “What are you doing here?” She retorted, ignoring her question. She was in no mood to be sweet and forgiving. She had finally decided to tell Mulder what she had been through and now he seemed like he wanted to forget it. She couldn’t live like that. “I thought I’d make us some breakfast.” Mulder answered. “Go home, Mulder.” Scully said as she sat down at her kitchen table. Mulder turned off the stove and brought over two cups of coffee from the counter. He placed both the cups on the table as he sat down. Scully just stared at the black liquid inside though she didn’t care to drink it. She wasn’t in the mood. “I’m not going home, Scully. Not until I know you’re okay.” “I told you what you wanted to hear! I told you exactly what he did to me! What else do you want? Do you want to see my scars? Do you want me to show you every place he hurt me?” “No, Scully. I want to forget what happened.” She stood. “Well, I can’t! I can’t just forget what he did to me. What he took from me…from you. I can’t…I won’t. You can pretend all you want, Mulder, that nothing is wrong but I know that’s not true. I know that you’re hurting. That you want to blame someone for this. Blame me, Mulder. Blame me!” “But it wasn’t your fault! Scully, no matter what he did to you, it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do this and you couldn’t stop it.” “That’s just it, Mulder. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop this man from ruining my life. From invading my privacy. From hurting me. Do you know how that makes me feel? All my life I’ve prized myself for being strong – for being able to keep a front and I can’t do that now. I can’t.” “Then don’t.” Mulder said. Scully looked at him and then sat back down. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t know what to say. “Scully, when we were there you told me that you loved me. That we would be together when this was all over. I want that to be true, Scully. I want to be with you. To never let go.” “Maybe I need to let go, we need to let go. Can’t we forget what we said?” “Do you honestly want to forget it? I can’t go back to the way things were, Scully. When I found out you were gone, I didn’t know what to do. As the days passed everyone told me to give up but I couldn’t because I knew you were out there. I had a feeling that I had never felt before, Scully. I finally knew what love felt like and I knew I couldn’t hide my emotions from you anymore. I promised myself that I would tell you despite what you felt. And now I can’t live without you. I need you, Scully. You told me last night what he did to you. How he hurt you, how he raped you. You told me that at some points you saw me in him. That now you’re afraid. I don’t want to push you into anything that you don’t want to do, Scully. We can take it slow. Work with each other but I can’t go back to the way things were, I can’t.” “I don’t think I can, either. I can’t promise you anything, Mulder. I can’t tell you I’m going to be able to do this right away. To be able to trust you with my heart right away but I will try. I need you.” “Then I’ll be there for you.” He stood and walked next to her. He wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her head into his chest. He stroked her hair as she cried. He wanted to kiss her – to move past this but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted so he just sat there and held her. * * * * Three months had passed since Scully had been released from the hospital. Mulder had moved into her apartment though he slept on the couch. He worked, sometimes going into the office and sometimes working at home, but he never actually took on a case. Scully had insisted that he should but he kept saying he would rather be at home with her. She continued to have nightmares but each time they became shorter and easier to handle than the first. Mulder had been patient with her. She never forgot about how she had originally thought that the man was Mulder and she never forgave herself for it. He would never hurt her and he never did. And despite all the pain that he caused, Scully couldn’t help but thank the man who brought her and Mulder together. Well guys, that's it. Not all stories can have a fairy tale ending, can they? This story probably took my the shortest time to write. I finished it within the span of a month, mostly working on it on the way back from New York with school and then during my Washington DC trip with my sisters. I would hate for the things that happened to Scully in this story to happen to any woman but for some reason I like torturing that poor woman. I'd like to quickly thank Sheena, Sara, Meghan, Kristin, Heather, Breanne, Becky, and Ashley. They've all always been there for me and I couldn't have done any of this without them. A special thank you goes out to Meghan for helping me decide on an ending and to Bobby for being my medical expert (lol). I'd like to thank the Lifetime Network for inspiring me for this particular story. In all of their shows and movies they portay strong woman who make great role models. Their movies are my inspiration for stories such as these (especially the ones that make me cry). Anyway, I think I'm done. Please e-mail me any feedback! |