Tranquiled world
Title: Tranquiled world
Author: doditu
Rating: G
Word Count: 930
Spoilers: the S7 episode Chimera maybe ^^
Disclaimer: I don’t own tXF but CC owns my head.
Author's Notes: First of big big thanks to Chani for making my broken English sounds better and my grammar easier for swallowing. And I hope to read your opinion about the fic in the comments because comments are what make me happy like srly ♥
That’s what I like to imagine happened after Scully was ditched alone.
Scully: Mulder, when you find me dead, my dessiccated corpse - propped up staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you... and how I'd like to kill you.
Mulder: I'm sorry who is this?
She polished her nails in red. She have never done that before, knowing it just doesn’t suit her but right now, she wanted to run away from herself. For a second, Scully imagined what would it be if she was different in a different place, if she was a different person.
Abruptly, she shook fiery red head and her hair scattered chaotically. Red. She looked at her nails again.
"You look like a prostitute, stop this stupidity." - the thought rumbled in her conscious, like it seemed her mind was empty. It rumbled, but her sharp sarcasm cut through it.
She again, looked through the telescope. Nothing was happening, as usual. Everything was at pause, if only she knew how to move the tranquiled picture around herself. The ordered chaos was sleeping silently and suffocating her with equanimity.
If she could get her life moving. Scully sighed again and leaned back, reaching her hand towards the bottle of water but she hanged the bag with the wasts that was left over from her dinner, or maybe she hasn’t been eating anything since the morning? Since when she was here?
The woman groaned, looked at the messed up blurry varnish and again allowed herself to consider everything that she has missed, while standing and waiting for something to happen.
She could be miles away from this hole, with people who admired her, appreciated her; she could have someone to get back with in the evenings. Suddenly the walls of the room began to crackdown, she needed more air to breath, she needed to walk. Either way, nothing will happen if she’s gone for a while, again she would have to call Mulder, but this time she would become clear that she had enough of chasing nothing more than the wind, enough of chasing his anticipations.
"Nail polish remover" that was her apology to snatch the trash and bundling the bottles of nail polish and few newspaper from yesterday, Scully rushed through the door.
She disposed the wastes in the first full trash bin that she saw. It didn’t take long until she found an open drugstore. While waiting for the low, stocky woman to bring her the needed material to clear all the crazy ideas out of her hands Scully began to poke the polish off her fingers. She was never good with these things; her sister was the one that couldn’t wait to start to behave like a "lady" as she thought of her as a child. Melissa ... what would have been if ..
She banished the thought off her head again. She was not a magician, she had no power over the past. There was no way to return the time, to change the actions, the fate. Why is she sinking into this dark hole right now? And everything seemed fine, maybe she should not have remained alone. Perhaps it was time to go help Mulder, whatever he was doing at this time. Well, to help him or just make her partner understand that she won’t allow him to dump her like this again, never again.
The stumpy woman returned with a slightly quizzical smile and took the money from Scully. Seeing that the woman is staring at her pecked out, completely blurred, red polish she quickly put her hand away and took off from the pharmacy, almost cracking the door with a strong kick.
What was wrong with her? Everything had to be accused of the isolation. Anyone, left in the cold to monitor suspected prostitute would have become a madman after the first hour, right? Scully hasn’t heard her mother for days, but suddenly she damn much wanted to hear the reassuring voice of Margaret.
It was almost dawn and she was trembling looking around the slum in where she was. Hours immersed in the bath, and rituals burning of the clothes she was wearing at the time ,did not seem like crazy ideas at the moment.
The woman took her seat back at the telescope; she took out the nail polish remover from the bag and with the opening of its cap, the air filled with the smell of acetone. Soaking the cotton in the unpleasant fluid, Scully began to nervously rub the red nail polish off her while hoping that all confusing thoughts and unfulfilled desires will fade from her memory. She had to focus; she was working, for God's sake!
Throwing away her purchases, she regreted about not seeking a place from where she could get a coffee, gallons of coffee were really needed now.
The woman looked through the telescope and focused her light sight to look at the "Dirty Dames". A few minutes browsing the faces of the ladies leaving the club, exhausted, frustrated and with bad make-up, they spreaded in different directions after the end of their work time. And then she got it all. This was not any X file.
Scully smiled ironically and immediately felt better, despite the terrible night, maybe she had just enjoy what she has now. She was here, knowing what she stands for and Mulder… Mulder was so dead, because of everything that he made her go through with this so called “case”.
Perhaps the red polish was not quite so bad idea.