Missed Prompts Fic: "Four Cuts" by dbkate
Title: Four Cuts
Author: dbkate
Word Count: 4 drabbles/580 words
Pairing: MSR, angst and prompt 4 is rated Mature
She's never been the type to dwell on bitterness but Mulder's mistrust has left a taste in her mouth she can't shake. His voice is tinny and faraway over the cell phone receiver, his tone dripping with afterthought. He's been gone without a word for five days, leaving her to wonder and wait. Leaving her to fear the worst.
Scully breathes through pursed lips, her heart pounding with fury. His words become garbled as the blood rushes through her ears -- all she hears are the waves of a raging sea.
She's been silent too long. "Scully, can you hear me?"
Her throat is raw. It's hard to force the words out. "I'm here."
He continues, not knowing she's drowning in her anger. Or maybe he doesn't care. This thought calms her and a shore is reached inside Scully's heart. She pulls herself onto solid land and her pulse slows. If he doesn't care, then neither do I.
I simply don't care.
It's the beginning of the end.
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Scully's been spending more time away at the lab, Mulder notices.
Her demeanor hasn't changed, not all that much. She seems calmer, less prone to argument and for a while, that suits him just fine. She listens and nods. She shrugs and hands in her findings in a timely manner.
She's the perfect partner.
It's not until a month has passed that Mulder realizes she's left him, in ways both subtle and profound.
Her blue eyes are shaded, her voice colorless. She runs on automatic in his presence and the panic creeps up his spine like a spider. He's broken something and like a child he can only understand what he's lost now that it's gone.
She's there, but she's not his partner anymore.
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Their fight begins out of nowhere. Something about a missing file or a lost contact, definitely not about the rift that's grown between them over the course of the past few months.
No, there's no rift, we are what we've always been.
They just can't seem to figure out anymore what exactly that was.
"I'm sorry," Mulder says, desperately grasping at straws. "I'm not the person you want me to be. I know that. But I trust you, you have to believe that."
"I don't have to believe anything," she snaps back and there's sorrow then, at Mulder's startled hurt. "What I mean ..."
"I know what you mean." He looks lost ... abandoned. "And I agree."
A wall cracks. And regret, raw and hot and painful like a knife cuts through the soft parts of her heart.
-+-
They reach a truce on a summer's evening, staring out over a field where a man's gone missing, disappeared into a bright, otherworldly light.
The moon is full, throwing their shadows across waves of tall grass, turning them into giants. She turns to speak to him but words fail her. It's easier to pull him down against her, to take his lips and wrap her body around his, winding all their hurts together.
Breathless, they lay down, the ground hard and scratching against their skin. Scully's anger flies free, taking Mulder's sorrow with it. She gasps his name against his mouth, he swallows her moans and she stares up at the sky as he fucks her, the stars swirling in waves.
The war is over. This is who they are and will always be, the pain be damned.
Together.
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end
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Author: dbkate
Word Count: 4 drabbles/580 words
Pairing: MSR, angst and prompt 4 is rated Mature
She's never been the type to dwell on bitterness but Mulder's mistrust has left a taste in her mouth she can't shake. His voice is tinny and faraway over the cell phone receiver, his tone dripping with afterthought. He's been gone without a word for five days, leaving her to wonder and wait. Leaving her to fear the worst.
Scully breathes through pursed lips, her heart pounding with fury. His words become garbled as the blood rushes through her ears -- all she hears are the waves of a raging sea.
She's been silent too long. "Scully, can you hear me?"
Her throat is raw. It's hard to force the words out. "I'm here."
He continues, not knowing she's drowning in her anger. Or maybe he doesn't care. This thought calms her and a shore is reached inside Scully's heart. She pulls herself onto solid land and her pulse slows. If he doesn't care, then neither do I.
I simply don't care.
It's the beginning of the end.
-+-
Scully's been spending more time away at the lab, Mulder notices.
Her demeanor hasn't changed, not all that much. She seems calmer, less prone to argument and for a while, that suits him just fine. She listens and nods. She shrugs and hands in her findings in a timely manner.
She's the perfect partner.
It's not until a month has passed that Mulder realizes she's left him, in ways both subtle and profound.
Her blue eyes are shaded, her voice colorless. She runs on automatic in his presence and the panic creeps up his spine like a spider. He's broken something and like a child he can only understand what he's lost now that it's gone.
She's there, but she's not his partner anymore.
-+-
Their fight begins out of nowhere. Something about a missing file or a lost contact, definitely not about the rift that's grown between them over the course of the past few months.
No, there's no rift, we are what we've always been.
They just can't seem to figure out anymore what exactly that was.
"I'm sorry," Mulder says, desperately grasping at straws. "I'm not the person you want me to be. I know that. But I trust you, you have to believe that."
"I don't have to believe anything," she snaps back and there's sorrow then, at Mulder's startled hurt. "What I mean ..."
"I know what you mean." He looks lost ... abandoned. "And I agree."
A wall cracks. And regret, raw and hot and painful like a knife cuts through the soft parts of her heart.
-+-
They reach a truce on a summer's evening, staring out over a field where a man's gone missing, disappeared into a bright, otherworldly light.
The moon is full, throwing their shadows across waves of tall grass, turning them into giants. She turns to speak to him but words fail her. It's easier to pull him down against her, to take his lips and wrap her body around his, winding all their hurts together.
Breathless, they lay down, the ground hard and scratching against their skin. Scully's anger flies free, taking Mulder's sorrow with it. She gasps his name against his mouth, he swallows her moans and she stares up at the sky as he fucks her, the stars swirling in waves.
The war is over. This is who they are and will always be, the pain be damned.
Together.
-+-
end
feedback is loved