TITLE: Entry Wounds AUTHOR: frey_at_last SPOILERS: 'Anasazi'; 'all things' reference. And I'll take my ST Unresolved, thank you. RATING: G WORD COUNT: 305 CHALLENGE: Birthdays/Anniversaries DISCLAIMER: You know I would take a bullet for you, Chris. DATE: Aug 9, 2004 A/N: This needs a big apology. Big because it's OVER 300 words. And also because I WANTED to use this 'anniversary,' dangit!! ;D "You know," he says, managing not to spill yogurt on her couch, "Yesterday five years ago, you put a slug through my shoulder." "Is it?" she says, amused, and stops behind him. He's sprawled lengthwise on the couch, his head on one end, his bare feet hanging off the other. It's only two days since he came back from England, and one night since she slept on his couch and woke alone, her skin sticking uncomfortably to the leather. "Yeah. I thought you were gonna kill me there, for a minute, Scully." His head lolls back over the arm of the couch and he looks at her face upside down. His hair falls back and lifts off the crown of his head in tufts. He must have washed his hair this morning, before he arrived at her door with pizza and the latest case file, because it is still damp at the ends. Scully resists the urge to run her hand through the strands and hold them to his head. "Well, you were pumped full of amphetamines, Mulder. I had to stop you." Her tone isn't apologetic, and their eyes meet. He's so much older, but upside down, he could almost be that breakneck, slim-hipped recusant, bleeding from her bullet on the concrete. Her eyes fasten on his left shoulder. "Hey," he mutters, reaching up to tap her under the chin. His fingers then flit to press over where his scar must lie under his shirt. "'S okay. This is where." Scully, not thinking, reaches down and touches his chest where he shows her, feels the warm pump of his heart. "You're lucky I missed your heart," she says. "Did you?" he whispers. He won't look away.