Fairy Tale
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Title: Fairytale
Author: Jo
Rating: ML/IS
Spoilers: None
Catagory: Mulder/other Romance, Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Mulder's girlfriend realizes there's another woman.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully aren't mine: they belong to the creative
Chris Carter and all his
buddy's in the show business. Lila is a figment of my imagination. Please
don't sue me, I have
no money. Oh yeah . . . and this was born of a sleep deprived stupor so
it's kinda crazy.
FAIRYTALE
by Jo
A Motel Room
4:30am
Lila rolled over onto her right side as he sat up. She propped her head
on her hand and
smiled at him. He looked down and gave her a half smile. His eyes caught
hers briefly, but then
slid away as always.
She wished he would let her look into his eyes sometimes. From the quick
glimpses she'd
managed, they were deep, rich, pregnant with information about Fox Mulder.
But he wouldn't let
her; he always turned away before she could read anything. It kept alive
the little, niggling fear that
he was hiding something.
Lila sighed as he slipped from the bed and headed for the restroom. He
always went in there
almost immediately after their lovemaking. Almost like he had to wash her
off his skin.
She reached for the remote to the tv, planning to watch a bit of tube
until he re-emerged. Just
as her fingers grazed it however, a twittering noise came from Fox's coat.
His cell phone. Reluctantly,
she scooched from between the warm covers and rapped on the bathroom door.
After recieving an
answer, she announced that his phone was ringing.
She was surprised, pleasently so, when he told her to answer it. He was
showing a bit of trust.
"Hello?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have dialed wrong." A woman's voice, smooth and
rich, replied.
"Wait, who are you calling?"
"Fox Mulder. Excuse me, I really need to call him." Lila went white and
nearly dropped the
phone. Who was this woman who he trusted with his cellular number. Lila
didn't even know it.
"Oh, this is his phone. Just a moment, I'll get him." Lila walked in a
daze to the restroom.
Something was very wrong.
"Thank you. May I ask who this is?" The woman's voice had lost its
polite tone and had a
decidedly unfriendly cast to it now.
"This is Lila . . . Lila Hemphet. Who is this? So I can tell him." She
felt compelled to add
the last.
"Scully." Flat, unfriendly, almost hateful. Placing a trembling hand
over the reciever, Lila
knocked on the door.
"Fox? It's some woman . . . Scully?" What kind of name was `Scully?'
A loud explative
came from the room, followed by frantic fumbling.
"Um . . . Tell her just a minute." Lila was definately worried. Fox
sounded upset and maybe
a bit sad. Lila relayed the message just before he burst through the door,
quickly demanding the phone.
"Scully? I'm sorry about that . . . I was in the shower . . ." Lila
listened, getting more and more
uncomfortable by the moment. There was such emotion in his voice as he
talked to this mystery woman.
His voice was always so tempered with her, but with this Scully, his
emotions radiated in waves. The
conversation went on and on in the background.
Lila almost sagged to the floor as it hit her. Fox loved this woman,
really loved her. He cradled
the phone by his ear as if he held the woman's hand there. Maybe he was
even even married to `Scully.'
Lila wanted to die. She'd never wanted an affair with a married man; it
was too complicated, too
dangerous. She wanted an undying, everfaithful love. Not this, never
this.
Tears began streaming down her face as she quickly dressed. He had never
loved her, not even
when they were first together. That was why he never let her look in his
eyes. That was why she'd never
heard love in his voice until now. He loved a woman named Scully.
As she picked up the last of her things, he hung up and turned around. He
stared at her stupidly.
"What? What's your problem, you stupid SOB?" She screamed at him.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving.! I can't believe you're married, you asshole!" His jaw
dropped like a rock over a
cliff. He still looked clueless.
"Lila . . . I'm not married." She felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe Scully
was a relative, a beloved
sister. "Scully's my partner at work." The glimmer was doused with an
ocean.
She stared back at him. He didn't even know himself. "You love her."
"What?!? I don't love . . ."
"Stop lying! God! I can't take this." She took a deep breath. "I could
hear it in your voice. You
never talk to me like that. You even caress her name when you say it!"
She spun on her heel and headed
out the door. She stopped just as she opened it. "I probably look like
her." She saw the admission in his
eyes, eyes that she could now look in. Her voice turned wistful. "You
should go to her, tell her. She loves
you, too. I wish someone loved me like that . . . The way you two love
each other. Like a fairytale." The
last sentance drifted back on the breeze, like the intangible truth he
sought.
A moment later, Mulder rushed from the room and was driving out of the
parking lot before Lila had
even started her car's engine. A few tears trickled down her cheeks but
she smiled. Fairytales always had
great endings.
THE END
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