Title: A Mother's Pledge
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: G
Category: Kidfic, post-ep
Spoilers: Requiem, Emily, All Things
Disclaimer: Don't sue me, they're not mine, and I'm not
in the mood. But I chose the name Vincent so nyer!
Distribution: Yes to Gossamer, Ephemeral. And Liz,
Legacy or my other frequent readers. If you haven't
asked before, its scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
Feedback: How much more apparent does it have to become
for you to accepot it? Authors NEED feedback. Use the
above addy, merci beaucoup.
Dedications: the song "I'd Give My Life For You" gave me
the inspiration. And to Lissie, I'm sorry that me and
Sherb went overboard in our gushiness. I don't care if
it's not a word, the apology stands...
Early morning sunlight filtered weakly through the
nursery window. A soft breeze displaced the sky blue
curtains, their light ruffling sounds disrupting the
silence. Slowly, the dark corners were illuminated,
bringing the neatness of the room into full view. As the
light penetrated the gloom, it also awoke it's chief
resident. Vincent Luke Mulder chose to greet the
invasion in his usual fashion, his croaky cries rousing
the room's other sleeper.
Depleted by three months of single parenthood, Dana still
found the reserve to lift the boy from his antique cot.
He calmed as soon as he saw her sleepy eyes peering down
at him. Rocking him gently in her arms, Dana went to
survey the neighbourhood from the window.
There was little sign of life, a postman and occasional
cars darted over the landscape. It was painfully early,
but babies didn't tend to respect normal sleep patterns.
Smiling ruefully, she pondered over all that had happened
in the last year. It was a mystery even now how she had
been able to conceive, her doctors could provide no
answers. But in all honesty, she didn't want answers.
Why spoil something so wonderful by unearthing dark
secrets and forces she had grown to loathe? Some truths
were best kept hidden.
Vincent gurgled happily, his breathing in time with his
mother's. His light brown hair was tousled, but his
cornflower blue eyes sparkled enough to tell Dana she
wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. He was
awake for the day. His tiny fingers grasped at nothing
in the air, and she knew she didn't mind. She had been
used to Mulder disrupting her sleep patterns for years.
Blinking back tears at the thought of him, she began to
sing lightly under her breath. It caught Vincent's most
rapt attention, and he made little burbling noises in his
bid to sing along. Most fascinating of all was his
smile, toothless yet dazzling. He was beautiful, and
mostly importantly hers.
As she sang the last chorus of the Irish ballad, Vincent
looked for her to continue. Noise comforted him; he
seemed ill at ease when the house was quiet. Almost as
uncomfortable as she was, waiting for the telephone to
ring or praying for a knock on the door. All throughout
her pregnancy she had fallen asleep with the television
on, or listening to music on the radio. Anything to
distract her from the emptiness of the apartment.
Gazing at her son, she felt the words slip out before she
was aware of what she was saying.
"Aren't you adorable? So tiny, but very strong.
You're going to make mummy so proud. I'll always be proud
of you Vincent. Like your father, you'll be a great man.
"You ask so little of me, just love and care. I want
to give you everything God grants, and more. You deserve
so much, and I never want to see you unhappy. What you
need most of all are parents to look after you and
support you. I promise, on my own life that I will be.
"So innocent. You don't have any idea what you've
been born into. The lies, the pain, the loss. You
didn't ask for all of that. But I'm going to protect you
Vincent. Mummy won't let the bad things that happened to
me and Daddy come to you. If I have to die to make sure
of that, then I would, in a second.
"Do you know how precious you are? How much your
daddy will love you? I knew all those nights when I woke
up and thought he was beside me, that he would be one
day. So many times I thought I had dreamed it all, that
you weren't really here, and Daddy had never gone. But
either way, I woke up and he wasn't there. I wanted him
to see you when you were born; how messy you were and yet
how lovely. He wanted to be there, and still wants to.
And he will be, Vincent. Daddy's going to be right there
with mummy.
"He's not going to be a dream anymore. We'll be a
family."
And then she felt a familiar arm circle her waist, as a
mysterious hand reached to smooth Vincent's unruly hair.
Barely daring to draw breath, she tilted her head to see
Mulder's sleepy form behind her.
"Morning."
"Mulder, you're not supposed to be up and about yet.
The doctor said..."
"I don't care. I haven't seen you in so long. I'm
just home, and I want to spend every waking moment with
you and our son. I want us to be happy. Now, let's dry
those tears of yours, Scully."
"But the injuries..."
"Scully, I'm fine. You'll be the first to know if I'm
not. I'm a big baby, and I don't hide pain well. I'll
go back to bed in a while. But can't we have breakfast
together? It'll be the first time we've been able to.
It's been a long few days, and even your cooking has to
be better than hospital gunk."
"Okay, for a little while. You can sit with Vincent
on the sofa. Carefully."
"Yes, Dr Scully."
Scully smiled as he laid a gentle kiss on her cheek. He
really was home, as much of a smartass as ever. And she
truly did love him for it.
But for now, her concerns were the stomachs of her
family. And so she toddled off to the kitchen to start
the day.
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: G
Category: Kidfic, post-ep
Spoilers: Requiem, Emily, All Things
Disclaimer: Don't sue me, they're not mine, and I'm not
in the mood. But I chose the name Vincent so nyer!
Distribution: Yes to Gossamer, Ephemeral. And Liz,
Legacy or my other frequent readers. If you haven't
asked before, its scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
Feedback: How much more apparent does it have to become
for you to accepot it? Authors NEED feedback. Use the
above addy, merci beaucoup.
Dedications: the song "I'd Give My Life For You" gave me
the inspiration. And to Lissie, I'm sorry that me and
Sherb went overboard in our gushiness. I don't care if
it's not a word, the apology stands...
Early morning sunlight filtered weakly through the
nursery window. A soft breeze displaced the sky blue
curtains, their light ruffling sounds disrupting the
silence. Slowly, the dark corners were illuminated,
bringing the neatness of the room into full view. As the
light penetrated the gloom, it also awoke it's chief
resident. Vincent Luke Mulder chose to greet the
invasion in his usual fashion, his croaky cries rousing
the room's other sleeper.
Depleted by three months of single parenthood, Dana still
found the reserve to lift the boy from his antique cot.
He calmed as soon as he saw her sleepy eyes peering down
at him. Rocking him gently in her arms, Dana went to
survey the neighbourhood from the window.
There was little sign of life, a postman and occasional
cars darted over the landscape. It was painfully early,
but babies didn't tend to respect normal sleep patterns.
Smiling ruefully, she pondered over all that had happened
in the last year. It was a mystery even now how she had
been able to conceive, her doctors could provide no
answers. But in all honesty, she didn't want answers.
Why spoil something so wonderful by unearthing dark
secrets and forces she had grown to loathe? Some truths
were best kept hidden.
Vincent gurgled happily, his breathing in time with his
mother's. His light brown hair was tousled, but his
cornflower blue eyes sparkled enough to tell Dana she
wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. He was
awake for the day. His tiny fingers grasped at nothing
in the air, and she knew she didn't mind. She had been
used to Mulder disrupting her sleep patterns for years.
Blinking back tears at the thought of him, she began to
sing lightly under her breath. It caught Vincent's most
rapt attention, and he made little burbling noises in his
bid to sing along. Most fascinating of all was his
smile, toothless yet dazzling. He was beautiful, and
mostly importantly hers.
As she sang the last chorus of the Irish ballad, Vincent
looked for her to continue. Noise comforted him; he
seemed ill at ease when the house was quiet. Almost as
uncomfortable as she was, waiting for the telephone to
ring or praying for a knock on the door. All throughout
her pregnancy she had fallen asleep with the television
on, or listening to music on the radio. Anything to
distract her from the emptiness of the apartment.
Gazing at her son, she felt the words slip out before she
was aware of what she was saying.
"Aren't you adorable? So tiny, but very strong.
You're going to make mummy so proud. I'll always be proud
of you Vincent. Like your father, you'll be a great man.
"You ask so little of me, just love and care. I want
to give you everything God grants, and more. You deserve
so much, and I never want to see you unhappy. What you
need most of all are parents to look after you and
support you. I promise, on my own life that I will be.
"So innocent. You don't have any idea what you've
been born into. The lies, the pain, the loss. You
didn't ask for all of that. But I'm going to protect you
Vincent. Mummy won't let the bad things that happened to
me and Daddy come to you. If I have to die to make sure
of that, then I would, in a second.
"Do you know how precious you are? How much your
daddy will love you? I knew all those nights when I woke
up and thought he was beside me, that he would be one
day. So many times I thought I had dreamed it all, that
you weren't really here, and Daddy had never gone. But
either way, I woke up and he wasn't there. I wanted him
to see you when you were born; how messy you were and yet
how lovely. He wanted to be there, and still wants to.
And he will be, Vincent. Daddy's going to be right there
with mummy.
"He's not going to be a dream anymore. We'll be a
family."
And then she felt a familiar arm circle her waist, as a
mysterious hand reached to smooth Vincent's unruly hair.
Barely daring to draw breath, she tilted her head to see
Mulder's sleepy form behind her.
"Morning."
"Mulder, you're not supposed to be up and about yet.
The doctor said..."
"I don't care. I haven't seen you in so long. I'm
just home, and I want to spend every waking moment with
you and our son. I want us to be happy. Now, let's dry
those tears of yours, Scully."
"But the injuries..."
"Scully, I'm fine. You'll be the first to know if I'm
not. I'm a big baby, and I don't hide pain well. I'll
go back to bed in a while. But can't we have breakfast
together? It'll be the first time we've been able to.
It's been a long few days, and even your cooking has to
be better than hospital gunk."
"Okay, for a little while. You can sit with Vincent
on the sofa. Carefully."
"Yes, Dr Scully."
Scully smiled as he laid a gentle kiss on her cheek. He
really was home, as much of a smartass as ever. And she
truly did love him for it.
But for now, her concerns were the stomachs of her
family. And so she toddled off to the kitchen to start
the day.