Peace of Mind
Title: Peace of Mind
Author: LiLx
Word Count: 191
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Mulder/Scully, William
A/N: AU. This is based on a fortune cookie I got about 3 ½ years ago that ended up coming true.
They sit in their apartment, only the soft ting of teeth against forks breaking a comfortable silence. Chopsticks sit nearby, unopened because his slender fingers are too clumsy, because she doesn’t care to make the extra effort tonight.
Scully watches her son eat like his father, the sleeves of his little hooded sweatshirt rolled up, elbows on the table. He looks up at her, smiling easily, and she sees Mulder in her miracle for the third time in as many hours.
(What will you call him?)
William gestures toward her unopened fortune cookie next to his crumpled wrapper. “Mommy, what does yours say?” He has always been a believer, and fortune cookies are not an exception.
(William, after Mulder’s father)
She slowly opens the cookie while William squirms in his chair. The words make her pause. All at once
(Mulder’s disappearance disappointing leads Skinner’s tears sterile hospital rooms a difficult pregnancy the lonely birth of a little boy without his father there)
swim in front of her eyes.
“Mommy?”
She blinks quickly until the images melt back into William, watching her expectantly.
(Stop looking. Happiness is right in front of you.)
A/N 2: Let’s just pretend for a moment that Mulder was never seen again after Requiem.
Author: LiLx
Word Count: 191
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Mulder/Scully, William
A/N: AU. This is based on a fortune cookie I got about 3 ½ years ago that ended up coming true.
They sit in their apartment, only the soft ting of teeth against forks breaking a comfortable silence. Chopsticks sit nearby, unopened because his slender fingers are too clumsy, because she doesn’t care to make the extra effort tonight.
Scully watches her son eat like his father, the sleeves of his little hooded sweatshirt rolled up, elbows on the table. He looks up at her, smiling easily, and she sees Mulder in her miracle for the third time in as many hours.
(What will you call him?)
William gestures toward her unopened fortune cookie next to his crumpled wrapper. “Mommy, what does yours say?” He has always been a believer, and fortune cookies are not an exception.
(William, after Mulder’s father)
She slowly opens the cookie while William squirms in his chair. The words make her pause. All at once
(Mulder’s disappearance disappointing leads Skinner’s tears sterile hospital rooms a difficult pregnancy the lonely birth of a little boy without his father there)
swim in front of her eyes.
“Mommy?”
She blinks quickly until the images melt back into William, watching her expectantly.
(Stop looking. Happiness is right in front of you.)
A/N 2: Let’s just pretend for a moment that Mulder was never seen again after Requiem.