The Truth Emerges
I don't own the characters, (but I do own all nine seasons and both movies on DVD!) If I did we would already have a third movie! Alas they do belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox! Money? I get nothing from this but the pleasure of writing it!
Chapter One
Where we've been
They had first met in the early 90's. She had been assigned as his partner by the powers that be with the expressed desire that she spy on him. That she get to know him and report everything he did to the powers that be. That on top of being an untrustworthy partner she had to debunk every theory he put forth.
When she accepted the assignment, she was fine with it. That was until they went to Oregon. There it was that she realized she had found her other half, the half if legend were true stolen from her by Zeus. Even though his theory that those kids were being abducted by aliens didn't match up with what was known. She understood he was searching for answers. For the same truths she did when she cut open a body looking for the cause of death.
After their foray into the woods, they became lovers. She had run to his room after feeling the strange bumps on her lower back in nothing but her bathrobe. When he declared them mosquito bites she hugged him impulsively. As he looked down at her, that look in his eye made her feel oh so desirable. When he leaned in to kiss her, instead of turning him away she met him half way.
Oh, how he made her feel! He touched her in ways that no lover she had prior had ever been able to. He made her beg for mercy, he filled her to completion. She knew after what had transpired that she could never, would never betray this man. Not because they had, had sex; but because he trusted her enough to tell her about his sister.
They knew what had happened would put them in jeopardy with the powers that be, yet it didn't phase them in slightest. Both understood that there was an invisible wire connecting them. That joined them together in their pursuit of the truth. So became their norm, when home they maintained a professional distance. On the road, they had the most incredible sex life either had ever had.
Than a small complication arose, after she shot him and on the road to Arizona they had one beautiful night of passion. When she thought of them that night she still shivered from the memory. They had been in a hotel out in the middle of nowhere. She had been in the shower and heard him call out to her. She grabbed her robe, and slid into it. Her body still moist from the shower.
When she entered the room, he was sitting up in the bed. "Mulder?" She whispered. His head whipped up and his eyes burned through her touching her soul. Before she could say anything else he reached out to. She stepped over and clasped his hand in hers. He pulled her onto the bed, and into his arms.
"You are my truth." He whispered as his mouth claimed hers. The first time they had ever had sex without a time limit, without protection and she had gotten caught. Unbeknownst to either she conceived that day. When she realized she was pregnant, she sent him a tape in the mail. Of an ultrasound she did herself in the F.B.I labs.
Before they had the opportunity to figure out what their next step would be Duane Barry had kidnapped her. When she was returned it was without the baby. Mulder returned the videotape to her of their child that was no more.
They had decided to not try again, and then they had their ups and downs. It was during an up they realized how many times that they had unprotected sex and she should have gotten pregnant that he decided she needed to go for testing. Sure enough they found out as a result of her abduction she was infertile. Then she found Emily.
Deep inside she wanted to believe that Emily was they child stolen from her. The age was right. A quick DNA test dispelled that belief. Mulder was not the other half of Emily's genetic makeup. Some random individual was. She called him and he came running. Even though he knew he was not Emily's father, he was determined she would have her daughter.
Once she realized how sick Emily was, and she knew she was an experiment. She knew she had to let her go. Mulder agreed. When she had opened that casket to kiss that soft baby cheek one last time it was his strength that saved her. Later he told her about her the stolen ova.
After she told him she had been seeing a fertility expert. She wanted a child, she needed a child. A child that was theirs. She went through ten rounds of invitro. All failures. That night after news that the last had failed he loved her. Loved every inch of her, letting her know she was still his.
Then he took off to England, and she found out that Daniel had followed her to D.C. She realized than she had not been so sure of herself as she normally was. That she had been questioning everything in her life. It wasn't until Mulder had found her at the hospital, that she realized she was right where she was supposed to be. With him.
That night they made love with abandon. Instead of hiding behind a hotel door, they made love in his apartment. Knowing they were being watched. The funny thing was she didn't care. As she shed her clothing and climbed into bed with him, he didn't question as he would have in the past. He met her halfway. As he pulled her into his arms she told him, "You are my truth."
The next morning the ringing of her cell phone woke her. She looked at the caller id and saw Skinner's name clearly displayed. 'Shit,' she thought. She grabbed her cell phone and went into the bathroom. "Scully," she answered quickly.
"Agent Scully, I just got off the phone with accounting. They're pulling all of your case files, yours and Mulder's. I've been trying to get in touch with him, he's not answering. I need you to get in here and pull certain sensitive cases before accounting audits your files."
"I can be there in half an hour, sir." She answered.
"Fair enough, goodbye." He responded.
She disconnected the call and grabbed Mulder's toothbrush. After brushing her teeth, and wetting her hair. she walked back into his room and go dressed. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Skinner just called. I have to get to the Bureau. Let's do lunch."
His arm snaked out and hooked her neck. He pulled her in for a very long good morning kiss. When they broke apart he whispered back. "I only have one toothbrush in my bathroom Scully."
"I know and I used it." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Hoover half an hour Agent." He smiled and collapsed back onto the bed. She chuckled as she made her way out the door. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted, sated. Happy that she finally admitted to all that they were together.
As per the usual, before they could continue on the course they had found themselves they were back on the road. Once again they were in Oregon. back where they began. She hadn't been feeling well as of late and he was concerned. She kept brushing it off. It wasn't until they were Oregon, that she admitted something was wrong. She came to him when anyone could have seen.
Once he realized they were taking abductees and she had collapsed in the forest he knew he had to get her out of there. They headed back to DC. He knew after speaking with Skinner and the Gunmen that he had to go back. He was compelled like never before. He knew he also had to keep her safe. It was agreed he would go, she would stay.
"I'm not letting you go by yourself, Mulder." She told him in the quiet of the hallway. "I'm scared Mulder. I want you to ask Skinner to go with you." Before he could respond, he saw a single tear escape her eye and make its way down her face. He reached out and cupped her face in the palm of his hand.
In silence their lips joined in a soul searing kiss. They clung to each other there in the darkened hallway of the Hoover. Each having a sense of foreboding, imminent danger to the other, it was two days later that she collapsed in the same hallway. Two days later that she found out that he had been taken from her, two days later that she found out she was pregnant.
All throughout the beginning of her pregnancy she looked for him. She worked every case that came across her desk. Every lead that would bring her to him, when she did find him it shattered her world. For all intent and purpose, he was dead.
She herself signed off on his autopsy, not wanting anyone but her to touch him. Skinner approved it. Instead of slicing and dicing the man she loved, she washed his body with her tears. Telling him of the miracle they had wrought. The children nestled in her womb. Instead of replacing his blood with embalming fluid, she dressed him in the words she had never been able to say while he was alive.
She could not bring herself to torture his already tortured body. She dressed him in his finest suit. Kissed his lips one last time, and watched as the mortician placed him in his casket. Then she buried him. Shortly thereafter, Skinner had come to her as the executor of Mulder's estate. She was a wealthy woman.
She continued to pay the rent on his apartment. She just didn't have the energy to go through his belongings. At night when she couldn't sleep she would drive over and climb in his bed. Longing to feel his arms wrapped around her one last time. She would remember the night she accepted that he was her truth. The night they had gotten their miracle.
She accepted the FBI's mandate that she take an extended leave after his burial. She took a month, the month turned into six weeks. She returned rested and determined to find those who were responsible for what had happened to him. She owed that to their children. As it became obvious that she was pregnant, the rumor mill jumped back full force.
Many believed it to be his, Mulder's, she didn't deny nor confirm. Some swore it was Assistant Director Skinner's again she didn't say a word. A few even claimed the child was her new partner's. It took all her energy not to laugh in their faces, to think that John Doggett could in anyway accomplish that, to replace Mulder that quickly.
It was late in her pregnancy that she was laying in Mulder's bed dreaming of him. Dreaming of them, the life they should have had. Her cell rang, pulling her from the comfort of her dream. It was Skinner, Mulder was alive. She rushed to his side and stayed there until he opened his eyes.
When he did the first thing he noticed was that she was pregnant. He thought she had moved on. Until he watched the tape, the tape that shuffled between them, Highlights of The
Super Bowl. After watching it, he understood. He was the father of the children she carried. When it became clear that something else was afoot, he had her secreted away. They had agreed in their joy and heartbreak that their daughter could not stay with them. After the birth Mulder went cross country and handed her over to Charles Scully.
As heartbreaking as it was to give up their daughter, they knew she would never be safe. Mulder had made the arrangements with help from the Lone Gunmen. Charlie was deep undercover and it made it that much easier to spirit her away. They decided to keep William, it would be hard without his sister, but the safety of the twins was paramount.
Just as they had begun to make plans to settle down and raise their son Kersh called. He spoke to her and told her how if Mulder did not leave town, go into hiding the forces that were, would destroy them. All of them. With a heavy heart she lay in his arms that night. William nestled between them contentedly nursing at his mother's breast.
After he had fallen asleep, she put him in his bassinette and climbed back into bed with her lover. Even though it hadn't been six weeks since the birth she wanted him, needed him. He made love to her all night long, loving her freely. The next morning after his apartment had been emptied, and he was showering did she bring herself to a conclusion of despair.
They were destined to have to fight for every ounce of happiness they had found in each other. Months later his brother Jeffery showed up. She knew than that whatever force it was they were fighting was coming for William their son. Upon prior arrangement he was whisked away to her brother Charlie under the guise of an adoption.
She knew he would be safe, it still broke her heart; because now she had no part of him to comfort her in the cold, dark, lonely nights. Her mother and brother Bill refused to talk to her after she gave him up. She was fine with that. She understood Maggie had believed it to be a selfish decision. She couldn't tell her that he was with Charlie and his sister and she was okay with that. At least William and Melissa were together again.
Then came the farce of the Military trial. How frightened she was that Monica had almost told the court how she had given up her daughter. How Gibson had assured both of them the children were safe. That was all that mattered. She thanked her lucky stars that the Gunmen in all their paranoid states had managed to go in a delete ninety-five percent of the adoption records across the country.
Then they had gone on the run. They had a very small window of time to get out of the country and missed it. So they moved to the safe house. One they had set up to move to with William before she had to send him away. They were happy here. As happy as two battered souls could be. She was cleared of any wrong doing in Mulder's escape.
After all they couldn't charge her with anything after the illegal proceedings. After all how do convict a man of murder, when there was eye witness testimony and a dated picture that passed all examination showing the deceased to be in a New Mexico desert?
The day she always dreaded came sooner than she thought. The F.B.I came knocking on her door. They needed him, he was the only agent ever to work cases of missing and paranormal at the same time. He was offered amnesty, he charged straight ahead like he always did. A small part of him believing, that by doing so he could give her back a part of the normal she had lost hoping that eventually they could possibly get William back.
After all was said and done the only thing accomplished was one more dead agent, his freedom, and the continued moniker of "Spooky" trailing him. They had taken a three month sabbatical to the islands. The vacation they dreamed of, but never got to realize. Their last night on the secluded beach they reaffirmed what they had always known, they were each other's truth.
So now she sits on the toilet, staring at the two pink lines on the little plastic device she holds in her hand. Wondering what is happening in the world of conspiracies, wondering what is about to happen in the world at large. She knows eventually she's going to have to tell him, but for now she can't. First she needs to accept herself, needs to understand why. Why after all this time after years of hoping is she once again pregnant.
She hears him down stairs in his office. She listens as he rants about another sighting, one he's sure is false. She hears the phone ring and his greeting as he answers it. "Paranormal Investigations,…Hello Walter…" Inside she cringes, she knows it's not good.
"Hold on… Dana…" He hollers. Carefully she hides the pregnancy test, knowing that if he finds it. "Scully we've got a problem." He yells. She flushes the toilet washes her hands and heads down to the office. He meets her at the bottom of the stairs. "Skinner's on the phone, there's been a kidnapping…" Before he can finish she's collapsed in a feint.