Somewhere Only We Know

Rating: It's... okay for now. I'll let you know if it changes.

Summary: "This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know?" [MSR]

Disclaimer: I own not a one of these hellasexy characters.

A/N: Title from the song by Keane, Somewhere Only We Know. Um... I guess this could be set around the time Scully has a boyfriend. Only question, which one? Let's do... Daniel? Okay.

Dana Scully could never imagine herself fooling around with a man, much less, a married one. She took one look at herself in her mirror before tucking a piece of her soft hair behind her ear. Tonight, she was graduating from medical school. All of her classmates would be there, along with her professors. One professor in particular, would be in the front row, clapping and winking as she walked across the stage.

In her heels and a simple black dress under her gown, she made her way down the stairs to find her family waiting with cameras and flowers. It didn't take much to see her family was proud of her. She had worked hard to get where she was now and she could feel it paying off already. Her mother was all smiles and grins, with her father standing behind her, a proud smile on his face also.

"You've come a long way, Dana," Mrs. Scully whispered as she hugged her youngest daughter. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you, mom."

The next person to give her a hug was her father. The two of them had always been close, ever since she was old enough to crawl. He would take her fishing, out on the sea, hunting, anything he could think of. They were alike in so many ways and he only wanted the best for her, for all of his children at that. He was proud to say that his youngest daughter graduated from medical school and was on her way to become a medical doctor.

Scully, on the other hand, was antsy. She was ready for the entire ceremony to be over with. It was six and they had to be there for six-thirty. After hugs and congratulations was given around by her siblings, they were loading up into cars and heading for the ceremony.

Upon arriving, Scully met up with her classmates and a few good friends. They were all excited and the only thing anyone could talk about was what they were going to do after graduation. Her family had walked off, trying to find a seat in the reserved section for family members. She was standing in her group of classmates, peeking over the heads of her friends and spotting her professor, Daniel Waterson. Her heart raced and she felt color fill her face. Just seeing him there, knowing that he was there to support her, made her feel that much more important.

Everyone was instructed to take their seats and the students made their way into a back room, where they would get in line and walk out according to their GPA. Scully wasn't first, but she was high up in the line, walking out third with a huge smile on her face. As she stood there, facing the stage she would soon be walking across in mere minutes, she panicked. It was all coming to an end. She would have to go out in the real world, look for a job, find a place to live, pay her own bills.

Was she ready for that much responsibility?

After the ceremony was over and she had taken pictures with her family and friends, she was pulled aside by one of her best friends. She was smiling and bouncing uncontrollably, obviously excited.

"You're going out with us tonight," she informed her friend, who narrowed her eyes.

"Where?"

"Does it matter? We're free! Let's party!" Scully shook her head and laughed. Their idea of partying was getting so drunk, hardly anyone remembered what happened that night. Though, if Daniel wasn't planning anything special, she might as well have a little fun. "So... are you in?"

"What are we waiting for then?"

"Meet me at Stacks around nine." Scully nodded and her friend walked off with a smile. Through the corner of her eye, she saw him walking towards her with a smile on his face. From an outside view, it would have looked like a professor simply congratulating a student, but Scully really knew what it was. He extended his arms and she walked willingly into them.

"I am very proud of you, Dana." She smiled against his chest. The thought of them being together, out in the open, made her heart flutter. Though, there were still things to consider. She would soon be a medical doctor, he would still be teaching, she would need a place of her own, and he would still be at his home with his wife and daughter. His daughter. She was just as old as Scully herself, and the thought made her head spin, made her think again about this entire relationship. "Any plans for tonight?"

"A few." They separated and she looked down at her feet, trying hard not to smile. "What's it to you?"

"Just curious." He was still smiling too, watching her closely. "Where are you going?" With her hands on her hips, she looked up at him and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She knew that would catch his attention.

"Stacks." He sighed and gently reached up to touch her shoulder.

"You be careful out there." She gently laughed and looked away. The father instinct was coming out and she hated it. "We'll do something next weekend," he offered. She nodded and he backed away slowly, going to congratulate other students.

--

The club was dark and filled with people. There were neon lights framing the bar and strobe lights flashing on the dance floor. The flashing lights played tricks on her mind, making her believe people were dancing slower than they actually were. She held her friend's hand as they moved through a crowd of people. She carried a drink in her hand which was raised above her head. She was laughing and smiling, dancing and talking. She hadn't had this much fun in a while.

There was a heavy sounding, grunge styled techno song blasting through the speakers. There was a group of medical school graduates standing near the bar in a circle, Scully being one of them. She was swaying back and forth to the music, feeling a slight buzz from her drink.

She followed her friend to the bar, where more of her friends were standing in a circle, talking. Scully didn't really know any of these people, but it didn't matter. She was here to have fun. The girl next to her started up a conversation, which Scully didn't like the topic of.

"So you guys know that perverted professor next to Mrs. Vaughn's room?" Everyone nodded, except Scully. "The creep hit on me. He said he wanted to talk about a research paper, so I went into his office after class and he looked over me. It was so gross."

She didn't even bother to listen to the rest of the conversation. She just downed the rest of her drink and moved away from the group of women. She set her empty cup down on the nearest surface and moved closer to the dance floor. Why was she so mad that Daniel had hit on another student? Was it because he had promised her that they would be together one day, that no one or nothing could stand in their way of being together?

She shook her head and suddenly felt disgusted. She had laid her heart down on the line for this man and he showed his appreciation by hitting on another student? She couldn't allow herself to think it. Daniel would never do something like that to her after all they've been through. She forced herself to believe it was a rumor, a big lie.

There wasn't much room to move on the dance floor, so Scully just shoved her way through until her chest collided with one much muscular than hers. She stopped and slowly looked up to find a tall, handsome man looking down at her. His teeth were straight and white, and his hair was dark and messy. He wore casual jeans and a black shirt. He smelt of alcohol and after shave, which drew her in further.

"I'm sorry," she managed to get out in a slurred voice.

"Don't be. It's packed tonight." His eyes were soft. She smiled at him.

"Are you here alone," she asked, feeling the alcohol loosen her up.

"I was with some friends earlier, but it looks like they all ditched me." She frowned.

"Sad." He gently touched her shoulder, moving them away from the dance floor and towards a lounge area. They sat on a black leather couch that over looked the dance floor.

"What about you? Such a pretty girl can't possibly be here by herself." She smiled at his attempt to flirt.

"I'm here with some friends from school, but they're not entertaining me."

"Well maybe I can take a shot at it," he asked in a hopeful, playful voice.

"Go ahead," she encouraged, leaning back a little.

"Can I know your name first?"

"Dana."

"Dana," he tested out on his lips. "Pretty."

"Thank you." She nudged his leg with her knee. "And you?"

"Mulder." She had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. This man was gorgeous. Daniel was the furthest thing from her mind. "Well... it's actually Fox, but... you can just imagine why I have people call me by my last name."

"I understand," she said. "If you want me to call you Mulder, I'll call you Mulder. You can call me Scully in return."

"Scully," he tested out. "Cute," he laughed. "Dana Scully."

"Fox Mulder."

He looked around the club for a little, realizing that just talking wasn't going to entertain her for long. He grabbed her hand gently and stood from the couch. She looked up at him with a confused expression.

"Want to dance," he asked in a sweet voice, one that she couldn't refuse. She nodded and tightened her grip on his hand. He pulled her off from the couch effortlessly and led them to the dance floor again. It soon cleared a little and they found a spot in the front, near the DJ, speakers, and lights.

He raised her arm above her head and twirled her around gracefully. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. The song pouring from the speakers was a popular rap song which the DJ had remixed with a high tempo beat. They moved together, her hips swaying in time to the beat of the song. She smiled then turned her back to him, pressing her back to his chest and moving her hips against his.

She suddenly felt his hands rest on her hips, guiding her and pressing her closer to his chest. His touch was burning through the material of her skirt and she bit her lip from the sensation. She would never in a million years get caught dancing at a club, especially with a stranger, so when her friends saw her from the bar, everyone's jaw dropped and they whistled at her. Mulder was watching her closely, smiling at how precisely she moved to the music. He could tell this was a girl who rarely lost control, but when she did, it was for a reason. He could smell her perfume every time she moved her head from side to side. He leaned down and put his chin against her shoulder softly, not wanting to startle her. She turned her head and their lips nearly met.

She slowed her dancing when her eyes fell on his lips, which were dangerously close to her own. His hands were still gripping her hips and she arched her back a little at the contact.

"You're a good dancer," he whispered in her ear, smiling against her skin. She nearly shivered and jumped him right there. She hadn't felt this way in a long time and with the alcohol in her system, it made everything more pleasurable.

The song ended and everyone clapped. She turned around, facing him now, and smiled.

"So are you," she complimented. Off in the distance, she could see her group of friends making their way though the dance crowd and she panicked. She was having too much of a good time to let those girls ruin it with more stories of Daniel hitting on them. Mulder could sense her discomfort and looked back to see the same group of girls getting closer to them. "Mulder?"

"Scully, I'm starving. Would you like to grab a bite with me somewhere?"

"I would love to. Thank you," she quickly answered. He laughed and grabbed her hand. Together, they ducked and made a run for the exit of the club. When they made it outside, he pulled her closer to his body and she giggled as bystanders looked at them. From an outside view, the two would look like a couple in love, but they each knew better. He led her to his truck, which was parked in the back of the club.

"Hungry for anything specific?" She had to think about the question. It had been so long since someone had asked for something she wanted. When Daniel took her to dinner, it was what he wanted, when he wanted it. She smiled.

"Any good burger joints around?"

"I knew I liked you."

--

After they ate dinner, they sat in his truck and listened to the radio. A slow, ambient song was playing and lulling Scully to sleep slowly.

"I'll take you home," he offered. "Just give me directions." She hiccuped and opened her mouth to recite her address, but nothing came out. He laughed and reached out to tuck her bangs behind her ears. "You're too wasted to remember, aren't you?" She nodded her head and closed her eyes. "Well... back to my place, it is. Unless you're uncomfortable with that. I can take you back to your friends," he offered. She shook her head and reached out to touch his hand.

The drive back to his apartment was quick and quiet. She was nearly asleep when he parked in the garage. He shut the engine off and helped her out of the truck, wrapping one arm around her waist and helping her walk up the stairs to the fourth floor. He managed to unlock his apartment with Scully practically wrapping up in his arms. As the door swung open, he could feel her slip into a deep sleep.

"Oh no you don't. Come on," he whispered, effortlessly picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He was careful as he laid her down in his bed, making sure the pillow was propped up behind her head and that the covers were tucked around her.

As he stood there, watching her sleep, he felt a sense of protectiveness run through him. He had no idea who this woman was, but he liked her. She was beautiful, intelligent, fun, and had a good head on her shoulders. He was glad that he was the one who got to take her home, that he was the one who got to protect her for the evening. She looked so tiny and delicate under his bed sheets. He smiled and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight, Scully."

--

He woke up to find the sun pouring through his window. The living room was bright and he shut his eyes quickly to focus to the light. He was laying on his couch, his head propped up by a small pillow and his long, muscular body was barely covered by the Indian print blanket his mother had given him.

He sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall from his body. He could feel the start of a headache beginning in the base of neck and he closed his eyes. There was a tiny cough that came from his left and his eyes flew open. She was standing in the doorway to his bedroom, her hand wrapped around the wooden door frame. She had kicked off her shoes in the middle of the night, so she stood barefoot in front of him. He smiled at her.

"Good morning."

"Morning," she shyly answered.

"Did you sleep well," he asked, standing from the couch and padding into the kitchen. He turned on his coffee pot and dug through his cabinets for the pot. She followed him into the kitchen and leaned against his fridge.

"I did, actually." He nodded and she watched him. She was grateful for his kindness. Most men would have taken advantage of her in a drunken state, but from what she could tell, all of her clothes were still on and the cause of her headache was from a hangover, nothing more. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." It took a few minutes for the coffee to brew, but when it did, it was heavenly for them both. She sighed as the warm caffeine woke her up fully. "If you want, I can take you home?"

"I would like that," she answered softly, washing her coffee cup out and placing it back into the cabinet. "I had a good time last night," she announced, the events of the previous night slowly coming back to her. As the coffee woke her up, thoughts were pouring into her head.

Were her friends okay? What time was it? Was Daniel worried about her?

Daniel.

She cringed at the thought. He was probably at home, with his wife and daughter, watching the morning news and pretending to be the perfect little family. Mulder had walked out of the kitchen and entered his bedroom. Scully stood awkwardly in the kitchen, waiting for Mulder to come back. When he did, he was shirtless and his jeans were hanging low on his hips.

His chest was toned and muscular and she could feel herself itching to touch him. A cotton t-shirt hung from his hands and he looked at her.

"I had a blast last night, too. We should do it again sometime," he offered, pulling the shirt over his head as he talked. She frowned, then licked her lips.

"Yeah. Maybe." He grabbed his keys and stood before her, ready to go. "Ah. Just let me get my shoes," she shyly walked past him and went into his room to retrieve her heels.

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The drive to her apartment didn't take long. She lived merely ten minutes away from his complex. When he pulled into her driveway, she unbuckled her seatbelt and sat there, not moving.

"Home sweet home," he said, looking at her with a smile.

"Thank you, Mulder."

"My pleasure, Scully." The two stared at each other for a brief period of time before Mulder nodded to her house. "I smell bacon and eggs. Better get in there before it gets cold," he teased. She laughed and nodded. "It was nice meeting you, Dana."

"Likewise." She found herself getting out of his truck slowly. She didn't know why exactly, but she wanted to stay with him. She felt a certain weight lift off from her the previous night and it was all because of him. He had showed her a good time and all they had done was danced and ate dinner. She shut his truck door, climbed the stairs to her floor, and waved slowly.

He smiled, waved back, and backed out of the complex She sighed as she watched him drive away, then opened the door to her apartment and walked in.

Back to her old life.

A/N: So that's the first chapter. I hope you guys like this. I know I haven't written anything in like forever, so... I hope this makes up for it. Review and let me know if I should continue.