Title: "Don't you turn aside" 
Author: Natalie Farr 
Summary: A sequel by popular demand to "You've got a lot to answer for". 
Category: ScullyAngst 
Rating: PG-13 for a little bad word 
Spoilers: none Archive: Sure. Just mail me first to tell me and make sure my name is on it.
Disclaimer: Dana Scully and Fox Mulder are not mine. Isn't that slightly obvious by now? 
They are the property of Chris Carter, Fox and 1013 Productions. Oh yeah, and I nicked the 
title from Catatonia again. My apologies, Cerys. Author's note: *spooky white cloud* 
AHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BAAA-AACK! AND THIS TIME THERE'S NO STOPPING ME! Right, to make this very 
clear; I wasn't really planning on writing a sequel to "you've got a lot to answer for", as
 I seem to end up doing pregnancy stories far too much. No, I was planning on sitting in the
 corner with all the other failed fickers, trying to get high by licking a frog. But guess 
what? People actually read my stories! And they like it! I was flattered up to the point to 
saying; "OK, everybody who's read this seems to want a sequel! Why not?!" Did you know that 
people actually read this stuff?? It's a miracle! So, by popular demand, here you go. 
Finished: "Don't you turn aside" by Natalie Farr 
"And if I say how I feel again Is it wise to do it? But don't you turn aside, Your tired 
ears must hear me out There's no where to hide." -- Cerys Matthews, "Sweet Catatonia" 
I was ready to tell him. It had to be done, even though I was more willing to disappear down 
that famous hole in the ground. I'd kept it a secret from him for two days and already it 
was killing me hiding this from him. I'd even practised giving him the news. They all 
sounded just as hopeless. "Mulder? You remember that...that night we spent together? I'm 
pregnant." Damn, I'd grown to hate that word over the past few days. I still wasn't having 
an easy time believing it, let alone preparing for it. Now that I look back on it I realise 
I felt guilty. For doing this to him. For letting it happen. I didn't want to do this to him. 
The last thing I wanted to do was ruin his life because of a damn one-night stand. And I knew 
that it would. I wasn't saying we had to get married or asking him for anything at all...but 
just him knowing... He was fine the way he was. I knew his life - it was full of excitement and 
danger. He was free to do whatever he wanted - whether that was just to go home and read the 
latest Playboy, or break into Area 51. There was nothing to stop him. Well, apart from big 
security men with guns, that is. When it came down to it, he loved his life the way it was. 
And I was determined not to be the one that spoilt it. I loved him too much for that. But how 
could I not? *** She walked into their office the next morning feeling quite confidante, for 
a change. The last two days had been a nightmare having to act normally around him. She found 
him searching in the back of the office for a file and hardly paid attention to her 
arrival. He walked past her to the office's only desk, his impatient mood telling her that 
he was in a hurry. "What's going on?" she questioned. "I've got a flight to catch in an hour
." "Why is this a private party? How come I'm not invited?" He gave up on excuses. "It's not
 really something you should know about, Scully. It's nothing really." "How bad is it? I mean, 
am I likely to be posting bail anytime soon, or will you be home for bedtime?" He smiled a 
half-hearted smile at her. "I'm be back by tomorrow. If anyone asks, just say you haven't seen 
me today." She didn't ask. This was who he was - untamed and there wasn't anything she could do 
about it sometimes. But what a time to pick to have a rebellious mood. He moved past her, his hand 
resting momentarily on her shoulder - his little non-verbal way of saying he appreciate her. She 
suddenly remembered what that she could talk, and turned round to him before he went out the door. 
Her nerves picked in to the full. "Mulder?" He turned to face her. "Yeah?" She looked at him for a 
moment, searching his features. His face was the serious face of a man grown wise over the years, but 
his eyes - at least right now when he was obviously excited about whatever this mystery was - in them 
you could see the eyes of a boy. A childish touch of adventure. She was really going to ruin that? 
"Nothing...it's nothing, it can wait." She looked away as he nodded. "All right. You know where to 
reach me." And he left her in the dark office alone. After a moment she moved slowly towards the
 nearest chair and sat down heavily, her heart pounding. Her hand moved automatically to her belly,
 trying to hold back her tears. She tried to convince herself of what she'd said a few moments earlier. 
It was true, after all. It could wait. Couldn't it? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
All right? 
Please don't kill me for that ending; but I might write another one. And your opinion is...? I need to know! 
I'm a feedback drugie! Your view and/or comments will be appreciated at catatonic_gungirl@yahoo. 
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