Isn’t it funny how mulder got to hold his son just two (2) times 😂😂😂
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Oh anon 😍 Yes to this. Scully sits on the couch, the fire in the fireplace is crackling and Mulder and Jackson are decorating the tree, singing along to the Christmas playlist they put together on Spotify.
Thank you for this reminder ❤
Return of Moist in the Anteroom
Argentina Comic Con panel moderator: Do you remember your first encounter with David?
Gillian: [snickers] Yes I do. It was in a hallway. At network when we were auditioning for the series.
Fan: The anteroom!
Gillian: It was the anteroom. Yeah, it was pretty moist in there. We were sat in a hallway. And at some point he asked at some point if I wanted to run lines. It’s a good pickup line. [motions “no”, jokingly]
We had an amazing tropefest workshop last night. New tags were created, fun was had, fics were written. Here is a short piece I word vomitted for one of the exercises. Tagging @frangipanidownunder @viceversawrites @i-gaze-at-scully @iloveurscratchybeard @markwatneyandensemble @observeroftheuniverse @foolishheadstronggirl
Scully is sick and Mulder offers to look after them
Tea And Honey
“I’m not sick, Mulder,” she says and Mulder nods, not believing a single word that comes out of her mouth. Her nose is stuffy and everything she says has this nasal undertone. That’s hint one. Her forehead is sweaty and hot, a clear sign of a fever. That’s hint two. Her almost transparent, basically glassy eyes are just the cherry on top. No matter what she says, she’s sick.
“I’m going to make you a nice, hot soup and some tea. How does that sound?”
“I am not sick,” she tries to repeat, but coughs it instead. Mulder nods again, pets her forehead as if she were a dog.
“You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”
“What about work?”
“Work can wait.” She shakes her head no and sways from side to side, seemingly dizzy. Mulder abandons all kitchen plans, takes her by the elbow and helps her to the couch.
“I’m not sick.” A last protest. “Mulder, I’m not feeling well.”
“I know, honey.” He kisses her temple; it’s only in part to comfort her. From what he can tell, her fever has spiked. That’s not good. She is the medical doctor here in this partnership. What does he know? He tries to remember what she gives him whenever he’s sick. But nothing comes to mind. He strokes her hair knowing that that’s not the cure.
“Did you just call me honey?” Oops. A slight slip up.
“Uhm, no. I think you’re imaging things. You have a fever, Scully.”
“Hmm. Tylenol.” Of course. That’s what gets fevers down.
“I’ll get you some.”
“And tea?” She looks up at him with hopeful eyes. Maybe part of her wants to be pampered. Mulder doesn’t mind. She takes care of him all the time. It’s time he does the same for her.
“Any preference?”
“No,” she sighs before another coughing spell hits her. Mulder strokes her back until she’s better. When she starts sniffling, he hands her a tissue. “You’re good at this.” She sneezes and Mulder holds his hand open. Scully hesitates, but puts the used tissue in his hand.
“How about some chamomile tea?” He asks getting up from the couch. He puts a blanket around her and she disappears in the cotton, shivering. She nods at him.
“Mulder?”
“Hm?”
“I like honey.” Mulder almost stumbles over his own feet. “In my tea.”
“We went from closeness to apart, to closeness to apart. But I think since the initial series ended, we’ve probably become closer than we ever were.”
— Gillian, Argentina Comic Con
