Rating: R for
strong language Category: Skinner/Mulder angst Summary: Sequel to Jvantheterribles Broken. After talking to Scully, Mulder realizes he said a lot of things he didnt really mean, and the damage might be irreversible... Authors Note: Im not one for writing slash, but after reading Jvans "Broken" I felt Mulder needed to wise up and I was the one to make him do it! LOL!!! Yup, Jvan, you constantly inspire me! <smooches> Disclaimers: I don't own any of them, dammit!!! I'm not making any money off of this - if I was, I wouldn't have the sorry-ass job I do; I'm just borrowing them for a bit. <g> Feedback: Yes, please! at amokeh@aol.com |
Pieces
- Mulder |
Im sitting here on my couch
with one hell of a hangover further complicated by a guilty conscience. I said a lot of
really awful things to Walter last night, and although Im pretty sure I meant most
of them, the terrible look of anguish in his eyes when I said them told me just how much I
hurt him. I felt about two inches tall, and, thanks mostly to the alcohol, my feelings of
guilt made me even angrier at him. How dare he make me feel guilty when it was
him who had betrayed me, betrayed us? So I packed up my stuff and left him. Left him
standing there, that terrible hurt look on his face, in his stance, as my words and my
anger hung in the air between us. So now Im sitting here, surrounded by the pathetic trappings of a man who up until four months ago had no personal life to speak of. Then Walter and I finally admitted our feelings for one another and everything was....fantastic. I cant lie about that. God, its been terrific. I mean, more than I deserve, really. Oh, sure, we had rough patches here and there, but for the most part we were able to keep office and our home life separated. Well, we were until Friday at least. I did something stupid professionally; I know that. But Walter had no right to bring our personal relationship into the equation by letting his worry for me cause him to overreact. The censure was completely out of line, and I cannot forgive him for that. I was right to call him on it, to be angry with him for it. And yes, to leave him because of it. So why do I feel like a bigger pile of shit every time he leaves another pleading message on my answering machine...? Jesus. Maybe a good, long run will help me clear my head. And work out some of this alcohol in my system. Walter only saw the vodka I had been drinking at home, I mean, at his apartment. He would have thrown another fit if he had known I started much earlier at the pub two blocks down. I was well into my fifth (or was it my sixth) screwdriver by the time he got home. I know I shouldnt drink like that; its not like I hold my liquor well. But dammit, he made me so angry! Where the hell does he get off censuring me, for gods sake? I mean, how many vehicles have I wrecked, huh? Whats one more fucking Ford? Every other time Ive gotten yelled at, had a reprimand put in my file and sent home to think it over. But a fucking censure? Uh uh. No, he cant deny that it was his relationship with me that made the fucking difference this time. I hear the phone start to ring again and escape into my bedroom to change into running clothes. I can dimly hear Walters voice after the beep begging me to reconsider, to listen to him, to talk to him. But I dont want to hear it. Not now; maybe not ever. I leave my bedroom just as he hangs up and grab my keys on my way out. Maybe a run will help. Then Ill call Scully later. I know shell back me on this. ***************** The sky is a dull gray color, the thick clouds reducing the sunlight to sickly rays too weak to penetrate my mood as I sit at a diner down the street from Scullys apartment, waiting for her to get back from a Sunday afternoon with her family. Although she was still slightly pissed at me for Fridays episode, she agreed to meet me for dinner tonight. My conscience still hasnt left me alone about my fight with Walter - no, Skinner. No reason to be on a first name basis anymore. For a second, an extreme amount of sadness wells up in me and I look down at my shoes, trying to hide the sudden moisture that I know is visible in my eyes. Dammit. I know I was right to end it, but it just hurts so much... "Mulder." Scullys voice breaks me out of my sudden wave of self-pity, and I attempt a welcoming smile at her. She doesnt smile back. Yup. Shes still pissed. I sigh and get up, motioning to the chair across the table from me. I let my eyes wander over her petite form briefly, registering the pretty blue floral dress and matching blue pumps. How many pairs of shoes does she have, I wonder to myself as I push a menu in her direction. "Order whatever you want, Scully. Im buyin." One of those perfect, coppery eyebrows raises in response. "And what are you having? Crow?" Oh, mama. The G-Womans hot today. I shrug in what I hope is an apologetic way. "Yeah, it seems like thats definitely on the menu for today." "Well, after what you pulled, Mulder, Im sure youve been eating it all weekend." Shes shaking her head at me, a knowing grin on her face. Im quick to dispute her assumption. "Actually, its been a pretty quiet weekend." Except for the telephone ringing every few hours with a new message from Wal...Skinner; except for my conscience nagging at me; except for the overwhelming silence of my lonely apartment.... Scully looks a little surprised. "Really? I would have expected there to be some heavy apologizing going on the last couple of days. I cant believe Skinner left it at merely censuring you." She looks at me expectantly, her brows raised in question. "Merely censuring me, Scully? Are you implying I not only deserved to be censured, but should have, what, been suspended? Fired?" I cant help my voice rising a little, and Scully glances around quickly, warning me with a look to keep my voice down. Although I feel like yelling and shaking her, I speak more softly when I ask again, "Is that what you think, Scully? That I should have been fired?" Im pretty pissed, and although I know Im blowing it out of proportion a little, I was really counting on Scully to back me on this. I needed - I need her to back me on this. Scullys eyes are wide now, looking a little shocked and she says in a voice thats a little pissed now too, "No, Mulder, I didnt imply anything of the sort. What has got you so on edge?" Those blue eyes of hers are so focused on me at the moment that I feel like one of her specimens under a microscope. "You were the one who wanted to have dinner today and talk, and instead of talking, you jump down my throat? Did Skinner lay into you that badly that you have to take it out on me?" Okay, if I didnt feel guilty enough for my fight with Walter, I do now for snapping at Scully. I know Im blushing, shamefaced, and I try to salvage the situation. "Im sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusion, Scully. It was the wrong conclusion, wasnt it?" God, I sound pathetic. But I need this womans reassurance badly. The waitress comes around for our order, but I shake my head at her and, giving us a faintly curious glance, she shrugs and leaves. "Yes, it was, Mulder," Scully says in a hurt little voice. Great. I feel even worse. "I dont think you should have been fired, but, you have to admit, youve had a formal censure coming for a long time now. Skinner has shown a lot of restraint out of respect for your work and for your relationship with him, I think." I cant help it. Im getting mad again. "Dammit, Scully! Youre siding with him?" I sputter, as Scully gazes down at the table in her look of patient exasperation. She should have that one patented. "I mean, this isnt anything worse than Ive done before..." Scully cuts me off before I can continue. "Thats exactly right, Mulder. Youve done this before. Many times before. You go running off, half-cocked on some fools errand on the mere word of a complete stranger who promises you a truth that doesnt exist. You ditch me, you throw caution to the wind, you show a total disregard for bureau policy and procedure, not to mention totally disrepecting Skinners authority. Im amazed he was as calm as he was Friday, given the additional fact that he loves you and was worried to death over you!" Scully finally takes a breath, her blue eyes blazing at me while I feel like crawling through the crack in the flimsy wooden chair Im seated on. "So, yes, I guess I am siding with him. Mulder," her voice suddenly softens and she leans forward to place her hand over mine. "You have to get it through your head that if something happens to you, it happens to us. Youre not alone, Mulder, not anymore. Your actions have a direct effect on the people who love you." She squeezes my hand and I feel a little lump forming in my throat. "And you also have to get it through your head that Skinner has people to answer to. He cant support the X-Files as much as he wants to because it would be political suicide. If he sides with us totally, Mulder, hell be in the minority. And he cant help us if he's in the minority, can he?" Scullys reasonable tone and rational arguments are quite effective: I feel like a total fucking jerk. Maybe all the guilt inside me wasnt just for saying what I did the way I did. Maybe it was my subconscious trying to tell me just how badly I fucked up. Maybe - with all the adrenalin flowing from the explosion, the fear and the anger at reaching another dead-end and the disappointment of my lover not supporting me publicly like I wanted him to - everything in my head was just muddled. Add to that enough vodka to choke a horse and youve got a complete moron who wouldnt know the truth for shit if it came up and bit him in the ass. I find I cant even meet her eyes. God, if Ive messed up the only good relationship in my life out of vanity.... "Mulder?" Scullys voice is worried as she leans forward more, trying to make eye contact with me. "What is it? Whats wrong?" I clear my throat, but still cant look at her. "So what youre basically saying, Scully, is that Skinner acted appropriately, given the situation and my history...?" I know the answer, but I need to hear her say it. Scully studies me quietly before speaking. "Yes," she finally says and I can actually feel my heart sink rapidly, all the way down to my toes. "Yes, Mulder, Im sorry, but I think he did the right thing, considering the pressure hes under from the powers-that-be to keep us in line, and given the fact that nothing else hes done to reprimand you has had any effect." My eyes are closed, and my breathing is shallow at this point. I think Im having a panic attack. "Mulder, what is it?" Scully reaches for me with both hands, as if she somehow knows Im losing it, that I need her to keep me centered. "Mulder," her voice is really quiet now, because she senses just how deep Ive dug my own grave. "Mulder, what did you do?" I look up at her, and when I do the tears fall down my face. I pull one arm from her grasp and swipe at my cheeks; I think Im going into shock as the full force of my actions finally hits me. Scullys worried even more now. She whispers, "Jesus, Mulder, what did you do?" "I...." I cant even say the words. I clear my throat and try again. "I fucked up, Scully." My voice is really soft, and my eyes lock with hers as I tell her everything that transpired on Friday, from the time she left me at the office. I dont bother to sugar-coat it: I tell her everything I remember, word for word. When Im done, she just blinks and shakes her head, sitting back in her seat and letting go of me. She wraps her arms around herself, and stares down at the table. God, even she cant look at me. Finally, she slowly looks up at me, her eyes wide and she shakes her head again. "Mulder...." her voice trails off as if she doesnt know what to say. Hell, I dont know what to say. Being with Walter these last several months had been so good, so good, that at times I couldnt believe it was happening to me. And now, because of my selfishness and my inability to see past my own quest, Ive thrown it away. Thrown it all away to hell because...god, I dont even know the reason why. Ive never been one to handle my serious emotions well. Hell, I can do flippant, insubordinate, flirtatious and even morbid, but actually sit down and really examine what Im feeling or why Im feeling it and I freeze; I revert to anger and paranoia. God, Im really fucked. "Yes, Mulder, I think this time you are." I didnt even realize I had said it aloud until Scully responded. I look at her again to see her face full of concern and yes, anger, too. "Scully, please, dont be angry at me. I cant handle you being angry at me too. I...." I cant finish the sentence because the look shes giving me has changed from anger to a little bit of pity. Yeah, pity me, Scully. Pity me because Im a poor fucking excuse for a human being. Pity me because the one good thing going in my life that had any kind of future in it was just thrown, kicked, forcibly ejected into oblivion. "Im not angry at you, Mulder," she reassures me, and the pity has been replaced by sympathy instead. I dont even know how she does it, how she puts up with me. Saint Dana....patron saint of misguided losers who fuck up everything and everyone they touch... Were both quiet for a moment, and then Scully asks, "So what are you going to do?" I look up at her, a little startled by the question. I hadnt even begun to think that far ahead. "You are going to do something, arent you? Youre not going to just lose him, are you?" She looks shocked by the very notion. I honestly dont know what to reply. If I were him, would I give me a second chance? Then I realize how stupid that thought is, because hes not me. I would never have lasted as long as he did with me, would never have put up with all the shit he put up with, would never have opened myself up to me the way he did at the same time I was pushing him away. When I answer Scully, my words are pleading. "I dont know what to say to him, Scully. What could I say to erase everything I accused him of? I wouldnt even know where to start...." I raise my hand to my mouth, wiping at my face as if to somehow wipe away the words said in anger and stupidity to the person I love. Scully grabs my chin and forces my eyes back up to hers. "You start, you idiot, by saying youre sorry. Then you tell him everything youre feeling now, how wrong you knew you were, how much you love him, and exactly how much you want and need him to forgive you." I try a tremulous grin and say, "In other words, I beg him to take me back." She doesnt even hesitate in her reply. "Yes. Given the degree to which you fucked up, I would definitely say begging is in order." She lets go of me and sits back, watching me carefully as I absorb her words. "Begging," I say, sighing heavily. "Yeah, I guess I can do that." She smiles at me encouragingly, but her smile falters a little when I ask, "Do you think itll work?" She thinks over her words carefully for a moment, but answers me truthfully. "I dont know, Mulder. I really dont know. But its your best shot." The dread and the worry her words invoke are slightly tempered by the love and concern I see in her eyes. Why do I continuously ditch this woman? Youd think by now Id realize just how much I need her by my side. I grab her hand suddenly and give it a squeeze. "Okay," I whisper. "First thing tomorrow morning, I start my campaign to win back the man I love." I sigh again, but Scully smiles at me and squeezes my hand back. I let go of her and motion towards her menu. As she picks it up, I try to catch the waitress eye to signal our readiness to order. Tomorrow morning. Im dreading it and looking forward to it, all at the same time. |
To be continued.... |