Author: Scully's Baby Blues
E-mail address c/o: [email protected]
Summary: Scully remembers the night of "all things."
Classification: MSR, Requiem postep
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 7
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
Diclaimer: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong solely
to 1013
productions and Chris Carter. No infringement is intended and no money
was
made from the writing of this story.
Author's Notes: Special thanks go out to my friend Cal for encouraging
me to
write again and for her wonderful editing job. (You have the patience
of a
saint!!) Thanks also go to her for posting the story for me.
Feedback: If you liked it, please send word to me through Cal
([email protected]). Thanks!!!
******
Tonight I try to find sleep, but it eludes me. I cannot stop thinking
about
the life so small and precious growing inside me. Oh Mulder, I miss
you. I
want so much to tell you that your child lives within me. I wonder
if it will
have your eyes and your sweet lopsided smile...or if our baby will
inherit
your genius. I wonder what color its hair will be...I can almost feel
it now,
so downy soft against my fingertips. Will it be red like mine or the
beautiful chestnut you were blessed with? I swear Mulder; I can already
feel
our baby's warm weight against my breast. I miss you so much...and
love you
with all my heart and soul.
******
Placing the journal beside her on the bed, Scully throws the blankets
to the
side and climbs out. "This is pointless," she mumbles, knowing that
sleep
will never find her tonight.
"Mulder...," she whispers.
Suddenly she knows what to do, where she needs to be. She quickly finds
a
pair of jeans and a sweatshirt to change in to, grabs her car keys
and heads
out the door. Soon she's driving through the quiet nighttime streets
of
Washington, visions of Mulder's face still haunting her. She arrives
at his
apartment and slowly unlocks the door.
Stepping inside, she immediately casts her eyes on the couch and begins
to
recall the sweet conversations held there so recently, bits and pieces
of the
past floating into her mind, unbidden...
"A lot, a lot, a lot."
"Unbuttered popcorn!"
"So what was your third wish Mulder?"
She stares blankly at the black leather, wondering how the hell this
all
happened. One beautiful brief moment ago they lay there together, Mulder's
body buried inside hers, moving ever deeper until they both trembled
and
sighed with pleasure.
Now...now she sits on his couch, more lonely than she ever thought she
could
be.
"Mulder," she cries out loud as the racking sobs begin. "Mulder."
The memories of that night assault her, dragging her mind down to a
place of
such passion and pain, she can barely breathe.
How could she have known? The night had started out innocently enough.
She
and Mulder drinking tea, sharing ideas about her visions and her relationship
with Daniel. She had even fallen asleep while Mulder was in mid-sentence.
She
had felt him cover her with the scratchy blanket and had wanted to
open her
eyes, but was too tired. Floating in that blissful state before sleep
truly
comes, she could sense him lingering over her, comforting her and even
felt
him lightly stroke her hair. Feeling strangely content and safe she
soon
tumbled into a deep slumber.
Some hours later, she had awakened to find him sitting at his desk reading
files. She quietly padded over to him, rubbing her eyes like a sleepy
child.
Hearing her soft footfalls, he turned around placing the files back
on the
desk. "Hey," he whispered. "Have a good sleep?"
"Mmm hmmm," came her sleep-muffled reply. "Watchya doing?"
Chuckling at the sweet picture she presented, her face flushed and eyes
low,
he had answered, "Nothing much, just wondering when Sleeping Beauty
was gonna
wake up."
She chuckled back at him, then, spurred on by the sweet look on his
face,
leaned into him wrapping her arms lightly around his shoulders and
resting
her head atop his.
"Sleeping Beauty usually requires a kiss to do that," she answered lightly.
His hands stroked soothingly over her back while his face nestled against
the
warm skin of her neck.
"Is that so?" he asked softly.
Suddenly she realized the intimate position they were in...how'd that
happen?
Her mind raced. He had now pulled away just enough to look up at her,
his
handsome face awash in the soft light of his desk lamp, his eyes heavy
with
something she had never seen before. Scully's pulse quickened and her
breath
grew shallow as she tried to process her reply.
"Yes, that's so," was all she could come up with.
In response, he quickly stood and lifted her easily into his arms. He
carried
her over to the couch and lay her down, being ever so careful as he
placed
her across the length of the couch.
Scully's heart pounded...what was he doing?
He kneeled on the floor next to her and, looking into her eyes, leaned
in so
that his mouth was mere inches from hers. Then he whispered, "Awaken
my
beauty," and placed his lips gently upon hers.
Through her tears, Scully remembered the sweetness of that first lover's
kiss. The heady sensation of Mulder's mouth on hers, the sweet taste
of him.
She had been the first one to deepen the kiss, moaning wantonly as she
pressed her tongue softly against his lips, begging entrance. His mouth
opened to hers, and within moments, the kiss was beyond their ability
to
control.
Through moans and sighs, they began undressing each other. As each article
of
clothing fell away, every inch of skin revealed beneath was kissed
and
cherished. Panting and flushed with need, they soon found themselves
moments
away from consummating 8 years of unspoken desire.
"Scully," he had whispered so earnestly, "I love you," then pushed his
body
into hers with the strength and sleekness of a panther.
"Ooooooh," was all Scully could utter as her hands clutched him more
tightly
to her, urging him to press deeper, harder.
As they sweetly made love to each other, climbing the heights of their
passion together, Scully whispered her love to him as well, and his
eyes
swelled with tears as he listened. Too soon, the waves were breaking
over
them, leaving them stunned and shaking with emotion.
"God, Scully...I love you...love you so much," he murmured, setting
her heart
ablaze again with the need to show that love.
He had carried her to his bed then and made love to her there fulfilling
every fantasy she had ever entertained about him. He was more than
just a
wonderful lover, he was her love, her soul mate, and when they made
love it
was like music, captivating and perfect.
The morning had come too soon and despite Mulder's protest, Scully had
left
his warm bed to get home to shower and change before work. She could
still
see the look that had adorned his face when, after gathering up her
clothes,
she had turned back toward him before stepping into the bathroom.
"You're so beautiful," he had told her... and she had blushed.
By the time she had dressed and walked out of the bathroom, he was blissfully
asleep. As she stood and watched him, a moment of fear seized her heart.
They
had changed the path they were on forever...would they be OK?
She had left that morning in silence, not knowing that she would soon
give
anything to have those precious moments back. They could have skipped
work
that day, stayed in bed and made love for hours. Hell, they could have
skipped work that whole week. But how could she have known that the
precious
morning hours after they made love for the very first time might be
some of
the last truly intimate ones she would spend with him?
True, they had made love again after the Genie case. Mulder had taught
her
the subtle nuances of the term "three wishes." But they would never
have
another first time, and she sorely regretted having left his side so
early.
But life doesn't work that way. There is no warning given of the horrors
to
come. We can only live moment to moment and pray that we are, indeed,
making
the right choices.
Clutching the scratchy blanket to her, she could still detect the faint
fragrance of his cologne, when the terrifying truth suddenly hit her.
She
would surely go insane if he did not return. There was no way she could
live
without him. It was too ironic and painful that he should be taken
from her
the very day that she had learned that she carried his child. The tears
started anew.
"Our child deserves more," she whispered out loud. "And I will try Mulder.
I'll try, but I'm not sure I can make it." She ran her hands lightly
over her
belly where she knew their baby was growing.
"Oh, Mulder!" She finally cried herself into a restless slumber.
******
"Scully!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, bashing his body against
the cell door that restrained him. "Sculleeeeee!"
As Krycek watched Mulder's uncontrolled fury, he turned to Marita and
said,
"I knew this would happen, but I didn't think it would be this bad."
"He appears...inconsolable," Marita offered.
What they failed to realize, what they could not know, was that along
with
the ability to hear other people's thoughts again, Mulder had also
come to
the knowledge that Scully was pregnant with his child. With the help
of the
drug they had been administering to him, it had taken only a few hours
to
gain his ability to hear Scully clearly amidst the myriad of voices
in his
head. He was learning how to control this power, how to tone down what
he
didn't want to hear and to focus on what he did.
At first, he had been relieved to be able to hear her, to feel her missing
him. Within moments, however, the rest became clear. Somehow, by some
miracle, she was carrying his child...their child.
"Scully," he screamed again and then fell into the corner sobbing. Not
far
below his sorrow, though, was his determination to return to her and
his
child. He would not give up.