Title: Rewind

Author: Sist3r Spo0ky

Rating: T

Summary: Angst. MSR. During: Sein Und Zeit -- Before Skinner meets Scully at the door.

Authors Note: This is kind of weird, and written late at night. I'm stressed, and I've possibly had too much wine, so just leave me a review -- tell me whether it makes sense or not! haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own the x-files etc. etc.

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I felt Mulder's tears soaking through my blouse. And I wanted more than anything to be able to take the pain from him. This amazing, beautiful man, crying on me, he'd been through more than any person should have to go through. I let him cling to me, even though his weight had begun to hurt. I let her own tears fall. Seeing my best friend, my partner, in so much pain tore me apart. I'd never been closer to anyone before, and I could feel his pain radiating from him. Why did this poor man have to suffer loss, after loss, after loss?

"Scully?" He loosened his grip, and I gently ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm here Mulder." he still had tears in his eyes.

"D-don't leave." His chest heaved as he tried to hold in a sob. "I've lost every single person I've ever loved," he continued quietly. "Don't leave me Scully," he choked out another sob. I felt tears begin to pour down my face again.

Everytime I closed my eyes I saw his mother on the autopsy table. I shuddered. Would the image ever leave me? "Why would she leave me?" He asked rhetorically. After a long pause, where he didn't make a single noise, he uttered three words which made my heart stop. (Or it sure felt like it.)

"I love you," at first I wasn't sure whether he was trying to talk to his mother, or whether he'd actually said it to me. After a few seconds he turned his tear stained face to my way. "I love you, Scully." He repeated. "You can't leave me." I leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I'll never leave you Mulder," I squeezed his hand. "I promise." I rubbed my nose against his, and stood, my hand still in his; I tugged gently. "At least sit on the couch, it's more comfortable." He nodded and I led him to the couch. He lay down, and I went to walk away, but he pulled me back.

"You promised," He told me, and pulled me closer, and I looked down awkwardly. Where would I sit? He pulled again, still gently and I fell onto him, I slipped over so that I was sandwiched between Mulder and the couch. He leant forward, his forehead against mine, and his hand held my hand tightly.

At some stage during the night I'd lost my jacket, and many of my blouse buttons were undone. Mulder's tie and jacket were gone. He was restless, and neither of us got much sleep.

Each time he woke he had new questions for me that I couldn't answer. "Why did she do this to me, Scully?" "What was she trying to tell me?" "Where is Samantha?" "What did she know about my sister, Scully?" I kissed him, and I rocked him and I did my best to comfort him. But there was nothing more I could do. How could I answer his questions? How could I take away the pain? I couldn't rewind.

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The End.