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frangipanidownunder · 7 years

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Falling Away

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge Prompt: Resentment. Slightly NSFW.

The desk was just one of the symbols. The missing nameplate on the door. There were countless others, too. The assumption by those they met in the field that they must be fucking, and good on him. The reports he never wrote. His martyrdom to whatever cause or conspiracy he was chasing that week left her trailing in his arrogant wake with her rationalisations, her science and her questions that sometimes bordered on petty.

And then Diana had placed herself in his line of sight with a motive that was at best dubious and at worst devious. Scully’s resentment of Diana and of Mulder’s trust in her was stretched and thinned so that it shone with a brilliance that sometimes blinded her better judgement.

Sometimes Mulder’s ignorance to the facts astounded her. For six years she had been sceptic to his believer, scientist to his dreamer, brought logic to his theories. He’d told her not so long ago that he needed her, that she made him a whole person. Now, she felt like a shadow.

She packed her bag with a deal of reluctance. Heading to California to play house with Mulder was not exactly the optimal way to start back on The X Files.

“The Falls has consistently been voted…”

“I read the brief too, Mulder.”

“This case, Scully. It’s like for trainee agents. Kersh was a fuckwit, but I don’t get why we’re being given shit like this.”

“It’s better than the piles of doo-doo we were investigating, Mulder. Just enjoy the fact that this case has unusual hallmarks and we have been given an opportunity to investigate the festering underbelly of middle America, instead of festering piles of manure. It smells a whole lot better from my perspective.”

“It’s still crap, Scully.”

“You’d better not sulk for this whole time, Mulder.”

“Sulk? I think you’ve mistaken me for the other partner.”

“What?” It sounded snarkier than she intended. He turned his chin slightly, enjoying his little victory.

“When we disagree, you get this righteous look of indignation and you give me the silent treatment.”

“Mulder, I am not a teenaged girl. If I disagree with you, and let’s face it, there have been a multitude of times where we have debated a point, I will listen to your argument and offer my own. I do not sulk.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

He flexed his fingers over the steering wheel and she saw him quirk a smile into the mirror on his visor. She pressed her forehead against the window and watched life on the outside blend and haze.

The house was as soulless as Scully felt. The Falls was every bit as scary as the worst mutant she’d faced. People actually wanted to live in these estates. It left her bristling, this faux community spirit. Mulder was in his element, goofing around and grinning that insane smile, with his pink collared-tees and his touchy-feely cuteness. He took every opportunity to tease and to rile and to show her up in front of the neighbours. Before, she wouldn’t have given a damn, she would have let him have his fun. But since Antarctica, since Diana, his playfulness seemed to hurt more, his jibes more personal. He was definitely enjoying this.

“Scully, are you coming to bed?”

She wouldn’t dignify that with a response. She closed the bathroom door. She could hear him tutting to himself. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was calling Diana and going to town on all the reasons why Dana Scully would be a terrible house-mate. When she opened the door, he was lying on the bed, looking infuriatingly attractive.

He flashed her a grin. “What’s up, Scully?”

“Mulder, I realise this isn’t important to you, but it is to me – can you please clean up after you shave. Can you please not leave toenails on the vanity. Can you please put the toothpaste lid back on.” She kept her voice even, hiding her trembling hands in the pockets of her robe.

“Those things bother you that much, Scully?”

“If we’re going to spend more time in this house together, I think that they’re reasonable requests, Mulder.”

He stood up and walked towards her. Her instinct was to step backwards as he loomed over her. Using his height to intimidate her wasn’t beyond him, and she felt especially vulnerable in her casual state of dress. “Your shoulders are high, your jaw is set, your neck is stiff, you’re grinding your teeth. All those traits are physical manifestations of stress and tension. My being here is really setting you off, isn’t it, Scully?”

She exhaled and turned her chin slightly away from him. She ran her tongue over her lips. She took her hands out of her pockets. “Your being here just proves to me how…strained our partnership has become. If you hadn’t noticed it before, being in confined quarters is surely making it obvious even to you, Mulder.”

“Even to me, Scully?” His breath was hot against her cheek as he lowered his head. His hands came up and she recoiled as he placed them either side of her neck and began to massage her shoulders. The pain was sharp as he turned over gristly knots. She hissed. “Sorry, Scully.”

She looked up at him. There was a genuine apology in his voice. He blinked slowly.

“Sit down on the bed. Let me do this for you properly.”

“It’s fine, Mulder. I just need to sleep.”

“You can’t sleep with all that tension built up. Your head will be pounding by the morning.”

“And you don’t need me to be any more tense than I already am, is that it?”

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Scully. You’ve been off since we before we got here.”

“Off, Mulder?” “Yes, Scully. You know it. You’re angry with me and you refuse to talk about it and I don’t want to play guessing games. Is that a better description than ‘off’?” He rolled the skin on top of her shoulders and she flinched.

He pressed harder and she moaned, “Mulder, you’re hurting me.”

He removed his grip on her and she stood up, pushing her hair behind her ears. He stayed kneeling on the bed, raising his arms in surrender. He held her gaze and she felt embarrassment prickle across her face.

“I think I should get some sleep.”

“There are other ways to release tension, Scully.”

She cast her gaze downwards. The bastard had a hard-on. She turned and walked to the other room – her room. He followed her.

“Scully, I’m sorry. That was below the belt.”

“Fuck you, Mulder.” She went to slam the door.

He put an arm out to stop it. “Don’t shut me out, Scully.”

“What do you want from me, Mulder? What do I have to do to prove myself to you? Why are you still the top dog in this partnership? You used to tell me that you only trusted me. Now, I don’t know what you think, how you think, who you trust. I fought hard to get The X Files back. Do you even want them?”

“Of course I do. I want to get back on that even keel.”

“Is that what we were on?” He manoeuvred his way around her and sat on her bed. He held his palms up and shook his head. “I don’t know. Wasn’t it?” She took a deep breath and sat down next to him. The softness of the mattress meant she slid closer to him, their legs touching. A soft groan left his lips. She tried to shift away but the difference in their weight made it feel like she was swimming up hill. He placed a hand on her thigh.

“Mulder.”

“It’s always been there, Scully. And nothing’s changed. Despite what you might think.”

“What are you talking about?” she said, looking at the clock on the bedside drawer, its red lettering blinking at her.

“You know what I’m talking about. And you feel the same. You can’t hide behind what happened in Antarctica forever, Scully. You might not remember everything, you might have dismissed what you saw because of the virus or whatever, but you cannot deny the feelings. They were there before and…I’m willing to bet they’re still there.”

He rubbed his fingers over the towelling and she felt a hot flood in her gut. She pressed her eyes shut. “Mulder, this is a bad idea.”

“I’ve had a few in my time.”

“And I’m usually the one who talks you out of them.”

“So go ahead, Scully. Talk me out of it.”

She swallowed hard and watched the knuckles on his fingers turn from pink to white as he kneaded her thigh.

“Tell me about Diana.” “What?”

“You and Diana.”

He took his hand away and pulled back. “Scully, you know we were partners.”

“And?”

“What do you want me to say? That we were lovers? Because I think you already know that.” His eyes flashed with a spark of frustration but he kept his voice even.

“I know,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead before pushing herself off the bed. “I’m sorry, Mulder. It’s this house…this case...”

“Scully, Diana and I have a history that I can’t erase. She was there at a time of my life when I discovered the X-Files, it was exciting, intense. We worked well together. She believed…”

“Yes, she does. And I don’t. Even now.”

“That’s not what I meant, Scully. You make me work hard for the truth. Diana just accepted, no questions asked. I said it before and I meant it – your science and rationalism have saved me. It’s what makes us really work. But your distrust of Diana…it’s over the top. It’s almost as if you’re jealous of her.”

“No. That’s not true, Mulder. I dislike her, you already know that. But I am not jealous. Why would I be?”

“Because you seem to think that I tell her more than I tell you. Isn’t that what you’ve been saying here?”

“And do you? Tell her more than you tell me?”

“Scully, you are my partner. We are back on The X-Files. We need to trust each other again.” His long sigh was excruciating.

“Then you’ll have to show me how to do that, Mulder. Because I’m a little lost here.”

He pulled her back to the bed. He knelt behind her and massaged her, gently. He lowered his face to the point where her neck met her shoulders and whispered, “Scully, you mean more to me than anyone ever has, or ever will. I promise you that you are still the only one I trust.”

She reached up and put her hand on his, enjoying the rhythmic motion of his fingers as they unknotted the gristle. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mulder.”

“You didn’t talk me out of it, Scully.”

His breath was hot against her cheek and she shuddered. She turned her face and he met her lips with his own, soft at first. His hands clasped under her hair line and he shifted her around so that they were both kneeling on the bed, pushing against each other. The knot on her robe belt loosened and the sides parted under the friction of their bodies. Mulder looked down at her bare breasts and she sucked in a long breath as his gaze wandered over her. The look in his eyes was pure – not lust, but the look of a man in love, his lips slightly parted, his breathing shallow, his skin prickled with gooseflesh. He let out a small groan and gave her a half-smile. Her lips quivered as she processed what was happening.

She picked up his hand and placed it against a breast, her nipple hardening instantly. His grin spread and he placed a finger under chin.

“Tell me to stop now, Scully. Because I don’t care about the rules or the past or even the future for now. At this moment, all I care about is you. And I want you to trust me enough to let me love you. Can you do that?”

She nodded just enough to give him permission. He squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple and he lowered his head to caress it with his tongue. She let his hair fall through her fingers and she let her resentment fall away with the rest of her robe.

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annittavalence · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

If you want to do this! this is your sign!

What is your name?

Annitta Valence shortened to V or Vee.

How old are you?

What do you look like?

Human, Caucasian/Italian, slightly mutated. Hair, shaved on the sides, long on the top with a mowhawk, often worn down (not styled). Eyes are crazy, green, orange glow, due to mutation. Scars and markings facial Vitiligo around her left eye, scars on her right temple and under eye, above lip on the left. Neck tattoo that comes up onto her chin. Heavy facial piercings. Medium, sunkissed skin tone.

Where are you from? Where do you live now?

My family was from Italy, a small village Stilo, Calabria but they moved to America before I was born, eventually they ended up in Boston since my Father settled into a job at Corvega and my mother raised me at home. I ended up buying a house with Nate in Sanctuary hills once we married and I was pregnant with Shaun. Now though? I prefer to spend my free time in Goodneighbor, Hancock organised an apartment for me in one of the buildings, it’s quite nice.

What was your childhood like?

It was..like most I suppose? rough at times but we had what we needed and we did alright. I didn’t enjoy school and I’m not very academic, so I pushed and begged and nagged until my Father let me learn from him. I became a Mechanic since I found I had the mind for it. I persuaded the place my Father worked at to let me do some volunteer work around their workshop. I guess I did well because they offered me a solid job after just under a year. Never seen my Father so proud of me, it’s a memory I cherish.

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

The Railroad, The Minutemen and Goodneighbor.

Tell me about your best friend.

Hancock is my closest friend, if it weren’t for him..I’d probably be dead. I would do anything for him, without question. I made a lot of deep friendships in The Railroad and that’s all I’ll say about them. Sturges is an absolute delight and is the first person I bonded with, about mechanics and tinkering of course! Many nights were spent sitting around Sanctuary exchanging knowledge, I always stop by with him whenever I stay in Sanctuary. And of course, MacCready, much more than a lover, so much more.

Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

Well, there’s Shaun of course, even if I don’t know whether he’s alive.. there was Nate..my parents..Family in Italy.. My parents, I’m sure died when the bombs dropped, I’ve not found them at least.. and my family in Italy? I have no idea, I have no way of contacting them.

But really, I have my new family, here in the Commonwealth. So many of them, MacCready and hopefully Duncan, Nick, Piper, Nat, Ellie, Hancock, Daisy, Irma, Ham, The Railroad, The minutemen, Preston, Sturges, The Longs, Mama, Cait, Longfellow, Gage, Danse..gosh..

What about a partner or partners?

MacCready, my sweet soul. We are quite open and polyamorous, so often Hancock, Deacon, sometimes Cait, Ham, Gage and Mags.

Who are your enemies, and why?

The Institute..they probably have Shaun and god knows what they’re doing to him! They ruin lives, orphaning children and taking spouses, sometimes replacing them with a replica to feed back information for whatever reason. They are constantly shitting on the underdog and I can’t stand it.

The Gunners, I hadn’t even heard of them until I overheard them yelling at Mac in The Third Rail. Didn’t even know Mac back then, let alone thought we would be where we are today..but..the way they spoke to him, the things they said..it just got my back up and that was enough for me to hate them. Then I ended up hiring Mac, getting to know him, he told me more about them, we had several run ins with them until eventually, we formulated a plan to take down Winlock and Barnes, driving them back. No one fucks with anyone I care about.

The Disciples, a raider gang in Nuka world. NOTHING I did or said would convince them to live in peace with the traders and settlers of Nuka world. I gave them their own section, I fixed up the fucking park but no, they were just too far gone, cannibals and psychopaths. I managed to save a couple of them, who were just going along with them so they didn’t die, but eventually we had to wipe them out. It took MONTHS to clean their base up, burn all the bodies of the people they’d killed, and theirs of course. Now it looks quite nice and we’ve turned it into a big housing hub for the traders. The pack and The Operators are actually doing really well together, Mason and Mags agreed to weeding out the more barbaric of the members, the ones who didn’t want to live in relative peace. Now they have a couple settlements each in the commonwealth where they’ve actually been hunting game and running jobs for my other settlements, they get a cut of the caps and loot and we always call on them for big jobs like institute attacks and mutant takeovers etc.

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

I despise the way they speak to Hancock and Nick and when they’re in my presence, they tend to hold their tongue but I have smacked a few of them for their comments. Maxson is...a problem, he’s way too extreme but I do feel like there’s a reasonable and genuine person under that mantle, which honestly must be quite heavy. A lot of the members I’ve met are actually really pleasant and helpful, Knight Rhys is an asshole but there’s always one.

From what Mac tells me, the Brotherhood inhabiting the Capitol Wastes are a bit crazy, but they DID do a lot for the wasteland, clean water was returned, which sounds amazing. I’ve been to DC a few times, pre war of course but I’d like to see it now..as morbid as that sounds, plus Duncan is there and I can’t wait to meet that tiny man!

Some people have told me stories about outcasts from the Brotherhood who were truly insane, just killing indiscriminately and stealing from settlers...which kinda sounds like the ones here....a little.. and then I met a trader from the Mojave and they told me about the presence there...the less said about that one the better.

I like Danse though!

What about The Enclave?

I’ve only heard stories, Mac has experienced them first hand and he doesn’t really talk about them too much. Everything I’ve heard has been bad though.

How do you feel about Super Mutants?

Strongs cool, funniest one I’ve ever met but LORD he never shuts up! I built him his own place, got him a couple of dogs and taught him how to farm. He’s doing alright, travels around with his dogs and visits the settlements....much to the settlers dismay. I’ve had him start wearing a specific hat so that the guards don’t just shoot at him when he’s on his travels. Most of them have grown to like him and a lot of the children love him. For some reason he’s very protective of Mac...none of us know why.

I met another friendly Mutant in Far Harbor, he takes in dogs and trains them, sells them onto people. I’ve given him a lot of business since I found him. Cant persuade him to come to one of my settlements though.

As for the hostile ones.. most of them aren’t too hard for us to take down anymore, it’s when there’s a swarm of the fuckers. Mac and I tend to travel just the two of us and we’re both snipers, we can use shorter range weapons of course but we are way more deadly with our rifles, so it’s always a bit awkward when they close the distance. Suiciders will always send me into a panic though.

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

Nisha...Mac and I must have given her 5 shots each..and she still kept coming, screaming and bleeding, waving her blade around. She finally stopped inches from my face, Mac got her in the face through the space for her eyes. I was just frozen, never seen anything like it. Mac had to walk me over to a bench by the shoulders and sit me down.

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

A few, we try to avoid them though.

Do you like fighting?

Yes and no, neither of us likes to have to do it, it’s a means to live but sometimes the adrenaline is amazing.

What’s your weapon of choice?

50cal Sniper rifle, NV recon scope, recoil compensating stock with a suppressor.

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

Depends on the situation, I’m pretty good at talking us out of a bad situation, I’m pretty strong for my size and fairly agile. ( S:7 P:8 E:5 C:9 I:7 A:6 L:5)

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

Yes..not a big fan.

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

I have a few mutations now, my eyes are all messed up, I get nausea which makes it difficult to remember to eat. I visit a Dr regularly to get my rads cleared and get some fluids. We thoroughly cook our meat and veg and maintain the water filters regularly to try and reduce the exposure.

What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

RAD CHICKEN! I love them!

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

Cave Crickets...fuck those.

How do you feel about robots?

They’re cool! you gotta make sure your coding is solid though, or you might have some issues.

How many caps do you have on you right now?

Uhhh, like 2k? I tend to store the rest.

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

Nuka Cola, never had a Sunset though.

Do you do chems?

Stimpaks, Med-ex, Rad-x and Radaway, not so much the others.

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

Every day..

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

It’s hard to say because anything could mean I would never have met Mac and even though this world is...terrifying and awful..I have never loved someone the way I love Mac.. I...have no idea.

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

So far my biggest achievement is earning the pride of my Father. Something I hope to achieve? destroy the Institute, save my son and become a family with Mac and Duncan.

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

For the future, I want everyone to get to experience peace, I want the world to heal and for us to rebuild. It’s unrealistic..but I want everyone to be safe.

For me? I just want to be with Mac, be safe, both of us, Duncan and Shaun, safe and happy, always full and never wanting. I want the same for my friends and loved one. I want the same for the world.

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