This story is a what if... what if Mulder had not been abducted and found out Scully was preggers. Some humor, some angst, some romance, some bad words... Nothing sexually graphic... yet... Gasp! Shocking coming from me... but I can write "cleaner". Anyways, please feedback so I know if I should continue this one... I have tons of work. ;)

The X-Files and their characters are not mine. I only like to borrow them from time to time when I am bored and sorely miss the show. :(

FBI Headquarters

Washington, DC

5:30pm

Mulder was locked in the stall when he heard a couple of other agents walk in. He hated using the urinals because he hated dealing with the other arrogant SOBs that patrolled the building. And he was, of course, correct. The stall was his safest hideout. He decided to wait before emerging. He heard the two male agents, practically in unison walk to the urinals and zip down their flies.

"Hey, John, did you hear who's pregnant?" said one agent.

"Frank. Come on man. You're worst than a woman," Agent John Davis whined, "I don't care..."

"The Ice Queen!" Frank Williams said all too enthusiastically as he interrupted.

There was a long pause and Mulder stopped breathing... he was pretty sure his heart had stopped too. No way. Can't be Scully. There has to be another Ice Queen at the FBI.

"Dana? Dana Scully?" Davis asked all too curious now to hear the gossip. Mulder could not see him but was sure that Williams was nodding all too giddily. "No, shit... Who would wanna knock up the Ice Queen?... Ha! I'm sure his dick would have frozen off!"

The two men chuckled and Mulder clenched his jaw. As angry as he was about the comments, he did not want to be discovered. And in all honesty, he was in too much shock to say anything. So he continued to eavesdrop. The two men were making their way to the sinks as they continued the gossip.

Frank Williams explained his theory about the father, "Come on, John. It HAS to be Spooky's!"

"Ha, maybe it's one of Spooky's aliens!" the other man laughed. "All kidding aside though... where on Earth did you hear this crap anyways?"

At this point Mulder was craning his neck so much to hear that it would surely snap off. He just HAD to know where on Earth anyone would get the wild notion of a knocked up Scully!

"Well, Susan says that every morning, for the past couple of months she has been seeing Dana run into the women's room with 'morning sickness' before she heads down to the basement..."

"Ha, maybe she's just nauseous that she has to work with Ol'Spooky!" John said. Mulder was pretty sure he was about to kill this asshole. Fucking little prick, I'll show you Spooky.

"Anyways, Betty also said she has seen her make several trips to the restroom and that she's wearing looser clothing..."

At this point the two agents voices trailed off as they exited the bathroom and Mulder was still rooted to the stall. How can I not see this? She has been later to the office... She has been taking more breaks and refusing coffee... She has been wearing unflatteringly large clothing... I'd never tell her, but she has filled out... But... What the fuck?!... If this is true, why hasn't she told ME?!

The more he thought about it the angrier Mulder got. By the time he made it to the office, Mulder was livid. He burst through the door and Scully was leaning across the desk, looking at some files.

"Are you PREGNANT?!" he yelled at her accusingly. He noticed her body stiffen, not just by the surprise that he walked in suddenly, but of the completely unexpected accusation. She snapped around to look at him, her mouth hanging open... "Well? ARE you?" he asked impatiently his hands on his hips.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and Mulder noticed she was shaking with the obvious effort to restrain her emotions. "Wha... Who... Wha-Where?"

"I heard it in the men's room! Is it true?" he said boring his eyes into her.

Her chest was heaving now and her eyes were filling with tears. Her face was really flush and she was very upset. "I am NOT... I am NOT having this conversation with you here," she said looking down and away from him. She gathered the files and was walking past him and out the door.

He grabbed her by her blazer sleeve and growled at her, "ANSWER me, damn it!"

Her icy blue eyes snapped up to meet his. He saw her jaw set and he knew she was getting pissed off fast. It only infuriated him more. "I'll talk to you tonight..." she began, struggling to pull her arm away but he held fast.

"Do you have any idea how much it sucks to hear others say shit behind your back and to find out that your partner and best friend is keeping a HUGE secret from you?!" his anger softened as his grip did. He felt defeated. "Scu... Dana, I just want to know..."

"Yessss," she hissed at him, and walked out past him.

Paddy's Bar

Washington, DC

11:03pm

He tried calling her for four hours and she refused to answer. He couldn't believe it. Scully was pregnant. He did the only thing he knew how to do when Scully shut him out. He drank... a lot. Mulder was not a drinker, but when he did drink, it was almost always to get shitfaced. He reflected on the situation and still was in shock. He could not wrap his brain around the possibilities and the more he drank the less his brain comprehended.

Last year, she approached him and asked him to help her get pregnant. He was the only person she would ever ask and he agreed. Truth was, he felt guilty for all the shitty things that had befallen Scully because of his quest. He felt like he owed it to her... then again. He also realized he was acting selfishly. He never told her... but he WANTED to have a baby with her and only her... maybe it would cement their bond... Maybe they could cross the line... But he told her... HE told HER that he did not want helping her get pregnant to come between them... he never explained it was because he did not want the FAILURE to come between them...

Sure enough, three months ago she told him their last chance failed... He left her alone... to give her space and got shitfaced that night... then he went back to her place and they fucked. Neither of them spoke of it... It "NEVER happened" and everything went back to normal... They never became intimate again... and now... NOW... she IS pregnant... I have to see her.

Scully's Apartment

Georgetown, VA

1:15am

She could not sleep. She tried and tried but she could not sleep. How anyone knew she was pregnant was beyond her. She tried to be so discrete. She did not want to tell a soul because as excited as she was, she was also scared shitless. She had only told her mom last week when she entered her second trimester. And her mom was very upset she had not told her sooner. Then again her mother was also upset that she would not tell her HOW she got pregnant. She did not really lie though... Scully doesn't know HOW... She knew WHO... but not HOW... and now Mulder finds out through the grapevine...

How was she supposed to tell him? He already told her he only wanted to do it for her... to make HER happy. He did not want the pregnancy to "come between" them. She took that as his cue that this was HER baby and HER responsibility. But the way he reacted today, when he found out, scared her. It was almost like he wanted it to fail, so he would not have a child floating around. Now she was more sure than ever that he needed no part in the pregnancy, birth, and raising of their... HER child.

There was a knock on the door and she knew it was him. He had tried her all night and she just could not talk to him. She was not going to get up and answer the door and cursed to herself when she heard him let himself in anyways. She decided to feint sleep. Maybe he'll leave.

She felt him staring at her on the bed from her doorway. He stood there for a while. Her eyes squeezed shut as she refused to open them, even as she felt him approach. He was drunk and she knew it. He plunked down on the bed next to her and began to undress. She stiffened. What the hell does he think he's doing?!

Her eyes flung open and he looked at her with anguish. "Scu-Scully, I just wanna lay down... not gonna try anything... I just wan-t to hold you... and sleep this fuckin' buzz off," he said. He was in his boxers and undershirt and crawled underneath her sheets. He did not creep closer to spoon with her until he noticed her body relax at his explanation. She knew he couldn't try anything on her anyways. He'd pass out before he could. She had never seen him this piss drunk.

She sighed, "Mulder, I'm sorry... but seeing how upset you are is why I did not tell..."

He nuzzled her ear and whispered, "I'm upset because you didn't tell me... not because you're pregnant..." he kissed the shell of her ear and then slowly ran his hand down to feel the swell of her belly. He sucked in a breath and held it. He was surprised he could feel the small roundness.

Tears filled her eyes and she held his hand still. She knew it was time. She answered his unasked questioned, "13... 13 weeks." Her voice was a soft whisper.

He hummed and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. He smacked his lips a few times near her ear and then she felt the change in his breathing. He was out. She sighed her frustration. Not knowing what was happening or what would happen next. She only knew she had to take it one day at a time. Scully snuggled closer to his warmth and drifted off to sleep.

Scully's Apartment

Georgetown, VA

11:15am

Mulder began to stir. His head pounding. He could smell her and the strong scent of coffee that permeated the air. He slowly pried open his eyes and groaned. She was standing there, hovering over the bed with a mug of coffee for him.

"Morning," she said softly.

"Gaaah-wwwd, close the blinds," he groaned squeezing his eyes shut tighter and burying his head in her pillows. Filling his nose with Scully-scent, he could hear her sigh and walk over to shut the blinds.

When he sensed the extra darkness in the room he, very slowly, sat up and leaned against her headboard. He opened his eyes and watched her walk to the side of the bed and sit down. She opened her hand and offered him some ibuprofen and a small glass of water. Once he swallowed she handed him the black coffee. "How do you feel?" she asked as she faced him. He just stared at her like she was a complete moron for asking and she rolled her eyes. "You know I never told you to get shitfaced..."

"You also never told me you were pregnant with my kid," he said swallowing the bile that rose to his throat with his sip of coffee. He could not drink it. He felt his stomach flip and push the mug away towards her.

She sighed, again. Something she was doing more now that she ever remembered. She placed the mug down on the nightstand and locked her eyes with his half-lidded ones. "Mulder, I am sorry... I knew you were going to find out and I wanted to be the..."

"You should have told me as soon as you found out," he accused. He realized he needed to argue in hushed tones or his head would surely split. God, he was an asshole.

"Would you have gotten this shitfaced?" she cut back.

He sat their silently for a moment. He really did not want to argue with her, but this was so HUGE. So important... It would change everything and change nothing at the same time. "Scully, even if it was not MY..." he waved at her stomach and they both looked down as the small swell. "You'd think I would be one of the first to know!... I would expect it..."

"Mulder," she protested and he raised his hand up to keep her from speaking.

"I'm your working partner!... Hell, I'm your FRIEND... Dana, there's NO good reason for you to keep this..."

"I'm scared!" she sobbed looking towards the wall.

He felt like such an ass... He reached over and grabbed her shoulder. He winced at the pain in his head from the simple movement of shifting forward. "I am sure you are... I am, too," he confessed. "Scully, we are in this together," he said softly and she turned to look at him questioning. "You know we are," he confirmed. He scooted up further to sit up straight and then groaned loudly. She just laughed and it broke the tension.

"Oh, Mulder, I'm sorry... We'll talk later... Sleep it off..." she said patting his shoulder. Before she stood he grabbed her by the wrist.

"Wait," he said hoarsely. "Stay here with me..."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, sir. I have things to do this fine Saturday... Besides," she said standing and stretching. She placed her hands on her lower back to crack it, causing her tummy to jut out. It clung to her t-shirt and Mulder could not help but stare. She turned to him and smiled. "I can not sleep anymore... My back hurts..."

"I'll give you a back-rub," he said licking his lips and still staring at her tummy.

"As tempting as that may be... Mulder, you would suck at a back-rub right now... I'm going to see my mom and run a few errands... When you are done being a boozer you can go ahead and take a shower here... You have some clothes here from... 'THAT night'..."

His eyes snapped up to lock with hers. It was the first time either of them mentioned "THAT night". She was acknowledging it. He nodded softly and she smiled. "Th-thanks, Scully... for not making me feel like an ass..."

"You are an ass, Mulder," she said all too matter of factly.

He smacked his lips in distaste, "Yeah, well..."

"You're welcome," she said before leaving him alone for the day.

Mulder woke up four hours later and got up to shower and change. He had to admit he felt a hell of a lot better, although now he felt even more nauseous on his empty stomach. He raided her fridge and had a quick bite to eat. Toast and some cheese was good. He downed a couple of tall glasses of water and walked back to her room. He would have tidied up the mess he made but she had taken care of it before she left this morning. The least he could do was make her bed. He did that and then picked up his cell and punched her number.

"Scully," she said.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hi, feeling better?"

"Yeah, I wanted to thank you... I am... uh... heading out now," he said gesturing in her room. Even though he knew she could not see him.

"Oh," she said sounding a bit disappointed.

"But, I uh," he began. He knew he needed to talk to her some more... "Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?"

"That would be nice, Mulder," she said after a long pause.

"Ok, I'm going to go home and I'll be back to pick you up at 8...?"

He could actually hear her smiling through the receiver. "That sounds great, Mulder... but, you think we can go out around 7?" she asked sheepishly.

"Hungry?" he asked laughing.

"Yeah... major appetite increase..." she said seriously.

"Yeah, Agent Scully, I have been noticing you looking a little plumper," he teased and there was dead silence. "Oh, shit, Scully... I..."

Then she laughed. "It's ok, I know you did not mean it in a bad way..."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I... I'll see you, later..."

Okies, I split it into two chapters so far. Even though I essentially am posting them together. Please R&R. Or I'll stop writing!