A Jewel Beneath The Moonlight: Chapter Three.
For Mulder, a wealthy English-bred socialite who’s had everything given to him since birth, the Titanic is shipping him off to a prison, a life he no longer wishes for or wants. For Scully, an Irish stranger from the lower class, it offers a new life, a future she can truly envision in America. What if the universe put them on the same path to achieve those dreams at the cost of life?
(Just want to say that this is probably the best summary I’ve ever wrote for a fic before. I proud of that alone)
Hoo, so I didn’t think I’d get this chapter out till the weekend but I basically sacrificed an early night’s sleep to write it but it was worth it. I was gonna write the dinner scene in this chapter as well but I kinda like where this ended, maybe at later on I’ll put the dinner scene in this chapter but this was already my longest chapter so far. In terms of POV, I might go back to split POV and try to do a consistent structure with that. Realistically, I envision this story only being six chapters long which, by that estimation, puts us half way which is weird because they’ve literally just met but don’t worry, there’s still a long way to go.
The hardest part of writing this fic is trying to remember what day I’m on before I accidentally add a fourth day that didn’t exist. A plan would be handy.
As usual tagging @baronessblixen @purrykat and @suitablyaggrieved. If you wish to be tagged feel free to tell me and I will tag you :)
It’s officially on AO3 however only the first two chapters are posted. Chapter three will be posted either tomorrow or Sunday depending on what time I’m working with.
She extends her hand instead and Mulder gawks at it before his own hand grips hers and they shake. An electric buzz goes through her- one she can’t say she’s ever felt before as she beholds the man in front of her.
She’d seen him before, earlier, near the gate, felt him staring at her and when he wasn’t looking, she’d stares back at him.
She didn’t believe in fate, it was just coincidence that they would meet again, after all they’re stuck on a ship- a big ship but a ship all the same, they’re paths were bound to cross again and probably again another time.
But that buzz. Dana couldn’t explain it, she didn’t think anyone could.
They break contact, arms falling back to their sides.
“Scully…” Mulder says, testing her name out on his tongue. It sounded weird to be called by her surname; she was Dana to her family, sometimes Dee to Charlie, and Girl for the family she’d worked for briefly in London, but never was she Scully.
She liked it. And she liked it coming from him.
