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Collector's Edition: Mulder's POV

Here's a few first-person fics for your enjoyment.

Loose chronological order below~

@eggschiptune/@ferdieylisse's until it ends (Tumblr)

“Mulder! I need your help!” had come Scully’s strangled voice from the receiver, interspersed with a barrage of awful knocking and shattering noises. In that instant he had been 12 years old again and just as helpless. 

One Breath Mulder's evolving thoughts.

David Hearne's

A Petition to Heaven

I wasn't just worrying about a woman who had survived the poison injected into her body. I had a bad feeling about this investigation. This one, I kept thinking, is not going to end happily. This one will have few survivors.

Firewalker Mulder frantically runs back to his partner.

Nine

11:19

Please, Scully. You've always come through in a clutch for me before. Don't fail me now.

10:52

FTF Mulder stares down a bomb.

Agent L's

Mystery Date

All right, so I'll make it up as I go along. Not much different than the rest of my life.

AU-- Post-Small Potatoes Mulder and Scully blunder through his wooing attempts.

Unlikely Intercessor

I could imagine her here, sitting primly in the pew on Sunday morning, dressed in something feminine and pretty. She would rise and sit at the appropriate times, sing the hymns in her off-key voice and give herself up to the ancient, comfortable rituals. Most proper and sober, until the sun happened to strike one of the stained-glass windows at just the right angle, and cover her in rainbows. Then she would look up and smile with pure joy at being alive.

God, please restore her joy....

Post-Orison Mulder supports his partner.

Misinformed

Judging by the brief flight time and the bumpy landing, I'm guessing we're still on Planet Earth, although I have no idea where. They left the hood on as I was carried off the plane -- again by humans, unless aliens use colorful four-letter words and wear Old Spice cologne -- and put me wherever I am now. That was at least an hour ago by my calculations.

AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder comes face-to-face not with aliens, but with men.

And We Drown and The Journey Back

The first time I came here was to escape from the voices in my head, to find a quiet corner, to feel fresh air on my skin. To be alone. Yet I wasn't alone. The boy was here then, playing in the sand as boys will, patiently answering my questions about what he was doing. I helped him build the most beautiful sand sculpture...Then I woke up in the hospital, a bloody bandage wrapped around my head, with no recollection of how I got there, except for the woman who was with me. The woman with red hair....The woman....

I can't remember her name.

TINH Mulder rediscovers the boy on the beach.

Wish List

I want to go running.

I want to wake up and dress in the dark, stumble outside in the chilly pre-dawn air. Do a few stretches, feel the slow burn as my muscles wake up and obey my mind's commands. The shock of the pavement against my shoes, the concentrated effort of mind and body working together until the rhythm is comfortable, familiar. Autopilot at a quarter of a mile. Sometimes I focus on the run, on how my body feels, trying to regulate my breathing or push myself a little harder, a little faster. Sometimes I operate on muscle memory and my mind leaves my body behind to do its own workout. Free association. Stream of consciousness. Last night's game. The latest case. Life. Love. Death. The usual.

At this point, I'd settle for walking. Or even sitting up without assistance.

Post-Deadalive Mulder is impatient for release.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower’s

Affinity 2

I can remember every single detail of that night. I'll bet she can, too. We're on the outskirts of D.C. before another word is spoken. I just keep coming around to the same thing and it just keeps gnawing at me. I bite the inside of my cheek but it comes out anyway. "Hey, Scully. You really thought it was me that night. Right?"

She heaves a weary sigh. She's probably tired of answering the same questions. No, if that were the case, she would have answered my last one. It was something new and different.

Post-Small Potatoes Mulder and Scully slowly reconnect. (Part 2 to Affinity 01 [Ao3].)

Primal Sympathy

I don't cry for myself this time. I've shed enough selfish tears. And, anyway, it's not like I had a sterling reputation to begin with.

It's her I cry for. For what she'll have to go through. For what she's already suffered. For what she'll believe. Not yet knowing it's just another lie - another in an endless line of them going back more years than we've been alive.

I cry for her. Die for her.

AU-- Redux Mulder is swept up in the hybrids' counter-conspiracy, unable to tell his partner he's alive.

Satchie's

Dancing with Mephistopheles

"You've sustained an injury to your left anterior cerebral artery, which has caused some hemorrhaging into your brain. That's why you're having speech difficulties and the weakness on your right side. We're going to repair the damaged artery and evacuate the clot."

Brain surgery? You've really outdone yourself this time, Mulder.

Post-Demons Mulder wakes, alone.

Jenna's IOU

We spend the next few hours reliving the past 22 years through my eyes. I tell her everything, but mostly about my time spent with Scully and all that has happened to us over the last two years. She finally has gained the nerve to ask "the" question.

"This Scully, is she is a "partner?" Or is she is a "partner, partner?"

AU-- Post-Redux II Mulder and Samantha root around their childhood memorabilia.

Jamie Greco's Quirky (Gossamer)

She had an idea about making a fire to warm me, but it is a failure so she returns and begins to tug awkwardly at me. I don't know what she wants; but whatever it is, she can have it. I tell her I don't want to wrestle; but truth be told, I'd like nothing better. It turns out she wants to hold me in her arms, in her lap no less, and I have won the fortune's lottery.

Detour Mulder's thoughts while in shock.

syn's The Ending That I Wanted

Anyway, the mystery was solved, wasn't it?

It was over. My sister had been returned to me.

But it wasn't the ending that I wanted.

Post Modern Prometheus Mulder is struggling with current reality.

Alanna's Fortress

We continue to drive, not watching the clock, until I notice a sign for the exit to Tijuana in front of us. I take it. I don't know why, but I take it. The miles pass below us as the tires lull us into complacency. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice she is looking at me, so I turn my head. She smiles, softly, and squeezes my hand.

"Thank you, Mulder." I don't reply, but I know that I'm starting to witness the breakthrough.

Post-Emily Mulder and Scully and grief.

Rachel Anton's Just Words 01

Alright this pacing around the apartment thing is getting old. Time for a new task. Maybe I'll clean the grout in my tub. I'll bet she never gets grout.

Chinga Mulder hates weekends.

mimic117's

Imperfect Penance

It's a dangerous assignment, I won't kid you about that. I knew what I was getting into from the start, although I wasn't happy about going in without backup. Still, Skinner was right. I couldn't risk the operation just because I feel naked without her next to me. But she found out anyway. Wish I could have seen her worming the details out of Skinner.

Pine Bluff Variant Mulder is glad to have Scully on the "in."

Dawn's Restored

The kid's looking at me like *I'm* the bug, and I realize I've just completely lost track of time and the question. If he thinks I'm crazy now, wait until he hears my answer. With mild surprise, I notice I'm not really amused by the idea. Somehow, messing with his head doesn't hold its usual appeal.

Post Folie a Deux Mulder and Scully shakily recover in the aftermath.

(Part 2 to Broken [Ao3].)

Starbuck's One More Thing

It found you again, Scully. I fumbled with the hook for a few seconds, then reached my arms behind her to fasten the clasp. One hand remained behind her head, stroking her hair, while the other traced the gold of the chain as it rested against her chest, one finger remaining on the cross briefly before moving away.

AU-- FTF Mulder has unfinished business.

KatyBlue's Mortal Solicitude (Gossamer)

I pity the people who were on that flight from D.C. to New York with me. It's not that I bothered anyone. I couldn't even speak. I don't think that I said one word to anyone from the time I called the hospital until I made it there. But I maintained a dangerously precarious silence.

Tithonus Mulder directs his rage at one Agent Ritter.

Maria Nicole's Yesterday

I've missed you.

Ever since you were shot in New York, you've been quiet, and in the bullpen we can only discuss the work. I don't know what's going on with you, and that worries me.

Post-Tithonus Mulder works through the guilt of injuring his partner professionally, if not physically. (Part 2 to Maybe Today.)

Zephathah's Breathing in Time

"Just wanted to make sure you were still breathing."

She considers me for a moment, then closes her eye and takes a deep breath, filling her lungs completely before letting it out between rounded lips.

Her eye pops open again. "Yep, still going."

I smile at her, a big one this time. "Good."

Post-Monday Mulder hides away from a nightmare (in Scully's bed.)

J. T. Filipek's Title: Beautiful (Gossamer)

Suddenly the nightmare plays back in my mind-- highlights, like in a movie trailer. It's bad, even on the replay. I sit forward and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, wincing a little at the pain. It's enough to distract me, to keep me from remembering.

Post Milagro Mulder hits upon two epiphanies: the proof of Scully's love and the mechanism of Padgett's powers.

Mish's (WBM) Memorable Hallway Moments

Call me weird, but I am *not* especially fond of hallways. And if you ask Scully, she would probably agree.

AU-- Post-The Unnatural Mulder and Scully deviate a little from canon.

Gwendolyn's Eight and Twelve

"An only child, huh?"

"Yes. An only child." Suddenly I felt Scully behind me; her gaze on my back was like a physical force. She had heard me. I was frozen in place, unable to turn around and face her.

Mulder is guilt-ridden by an easy lie.

MaybeAmanda/maybe_amanda's (xffics, LJ)

Sojourn (Gossamer)

In, out.

Tell yourself it's just like any other day, any other visit.

It's just Scully; you're just going to see Scully.

See if that helps.

IVF arc Mulder's nervous thoughts on his way to Scully's apartment.

Grave Goods (Gossamer)

My name is still on the headstone, of course. It marks the spot where, without question or Y-incision, she left me behind. Left me, in my favorite suit, under layers of sod and snow and sky, to rot.

Post Three Words Mulder takes a trip to his grave. (Similar to @cecilysass's masterpiece All The Dead Mulder, which is in third person.)

Under Construction (Gossamer)

Then I got the arms. The *pick-me-up* arms. The *you're-my-dad- and-the-toes-of-my-tiny-little-Reeboks-belong-in-your-abs-pick-me-up* arms. I shouldn't hesitate - I shouldn't have to hesitate - but I always do. Anytime Scully noticed, she tried hard to look like she was trying hard not to look pained, but I saw it, anyway. It wasn't that I didn't want to hold William - hold my son. It was just that, every time I reached for him, for an instant I was sure my arms were going to pass right through him and I'd find myself passed out on the cold cement floor of my cell again, clutching my chest and aching for all I'd lost. If the price I had to pay to keep this dream up and running was never really holding it, I was prepared to accept that.

But William wasn't. "Up!" he insisted, so I accommodated.

He was solid. Real. I'm his dad. His toes do belong in my abs.

AU-- S9 Mulder is returned to a saved world with a boatload of trauma (that he and Scully are doing their best to avoid.)

Susanne Barringer's

Chicken Cordon Bleu

Scully hates my meatloaf. I know it. She has never told me that, nor has she ever hinted at it, but I know it just the same. She tries to hide her disgust, but I cannot miss the struggle in her eyes, the intensity of her face, as she fights not to show it. I didn't notice at first; it was maybe the third or fourth time that I served meatloaf that the signs began to register.

Mulder revels in a game of bait-and-reward.

Simian Line

"Simian line, Scully. The heart and head line are chained instead of being separate. That can cause lots of problems. People with a simian line may have difficulty separating their intellectual desires from their emotional ones, and often spend their lives searching for something they never find. They're very single minded, and very intense." I hold up my hand. "I have one."

"Big surprise." The aforementioned eyebrow lifts to emphasize the sarcasm.

AU-- S9 Scully finds out her partner took William to a palm reading.

black.wood/Blackwood's Restored To Grace (Gossamer)

Still, all that was before: before Modell taught us how easily the mind is misled; before the illusion of normalcy with Emily was given and taken away; before an icy tomb nearly claimed her and a soujourn to the Ivory coast challenged her most sacred beliefs. Maybe Dana Scully had simply had enough of disillusionment and darkness. Maybe. But this time, she travels the path of reincarnation alone. That's what we do, Scully and I. After each encounter with the dark side, we lose ourselves and must find a way to regenerate into functioning human beings again.

Post-Orison Mulder and Scully have a hard but necessary conversation.

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66's Contemplating Death

I’d asked Scully to do the autopsy despite knowing the pain it would cause her. She was the only one I trusted and if this was a part of the conspiracy I needed her to do it.

She banned me from watching the autopsy so I sat in the dark at home waiting for her.

A glimpse into Sein und Zeit's characters.

Namarie's (LJ) Breathe

I was vaguely disgusted at the fact that I couldn't keep my hand from shaking a little as I held the glass to my mouth. That was probably at least partially due to residual adrenaline from my dreams, I thought. Luckily I managed to drink the water without choking. That hadn't been the case the first time I'd woken up tonight.

Brand X Mulder knows Scully will always save him.

Lolabeegood's Ten Things 01

The fourth time we slept together and I stayed at her house, it was a weeknight. We had been up late discussing a case and one thing lead to me waking up in her bed when the alarm went off at 6:15 am. Like at my place, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over to snuggle into the warmth of her nearly-naked body. Eight minutes later it went off again and she practically blindsided me with a fist as she tried to turn the alarm off.

Mulder enjoys observing Scully's domestic quirks.

@starbuck09256's Differences

Dana is still there hiding behind the long black lashes, the well tailor suits, she is hidden in silk pajamas, extra coffee and real cream cheese. Dana lurks at night in face masks and steals the covers and moans my name into the darkness.

Mulder reflects on his partner's work and home personas.

Suzanne Schramm's Le Chat

"Okay, Mulder, I'm curious." Scully doesn't look up from winding the spaghetti around her fork. "I have to know. What was your final wish?"

"You *have* to know?" I take a sip of water, watching her over the rim of the glass.

Post-Je Souhaite Mulder and Scully discuss wishes.

dee_ayy's Burdened

Dead and buried? For months? I wanted to shout and rail and scream and thrash and beg someone to tell me it wasn't true. But trapped in that still-worthless body, wedded to my plan of waiting out these constant assaults, of letting them pass until I was able to process them in my own time, all I could do was keep my eyes clenched tightly closed, and silently implore these women to leave me alone.

"You heard me, didn't you, Mr. Mulder?" she asked.

Leave. Just leave me alone. This, I was sure, was a burden I could not bear.

Post-Deadalive Mulder wakes to the horror of his abduction and resurrection.

Michelle Kiefer's Second Wind

It seems to be my fate to wake in hospital beds, repeating the experience over and over, perhaps until I get it right. Just about every time, I'd force my eyes open to find Scully, favoring me with a rare smile, holding my hand, touching my face. But she always seemed guarded, as if afraid that the next time, I might not wake at all. Maybe she has finally lived her worst nightmare.

Three Words Mulder can't get warm.

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