Title: FAO Dana Scully
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Category: MSR, post-Requiem
Rating: PG, nothing explicit.
Feedback: yes please! send to
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
Distribution: If you want it then, tell me where at the
above addy.
Disclaimer: When I was little, I dint have no toys. Pwease
can I pway wiv urs Chris? I'm sure Fox and 1013 tell oo to
share. I'll be good, I won't break dem or make none
pennies, k?
Authors Notes: FAO means 'For the Attention of:" for the
secretarially challenged. Daddy I read it and I forgive
you. Here's to the future.
* * * * * * * *
FAO Dana Scully
* * * * * * * *
Scully awoke with a start, finding only space beside her in
the bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if it
had all been a dream. But the indentation on the pillow
told her otherwise. She groaned as the angry red digits of
the clock told her it was 10am. That groan was quickly
diminished by a mad dash to the bathroom.
Mulder was back. By her side and in her heart, the one
place he had never really left. He remembered little of
the time he had been gone for, except for being told that
Scully was pregnant. His anxiety to return had been
recognised at last, and Scully almost went into labour when
he appeared three weeks ago in their basement office. Any
shock was soon replacd with joy and frantic chattering in
an attempt to reconcile the past two months in their
respective heads.
Now they lived together in Scully's Georgetown apartment.
Mulder was back on the X-Files, and Scully was on extended
maternity leave. How she had been able to conceive
remained a mystery, but how she did most certainly was not.
After seven years of avoiding the issue, the partners had
finally expressed their feelings for one another. And a
good performance always deserves an encore.
The doctors had her labelled as a high-risk pregnancy,
unsurprising considering Scully's age and medical
history. Her symptoms had been fairly severe, but she
wouldn't change it for all the tea in China. Not many
women would find themselves pregnant by the man they love,
after thinking themselves barren for years. And it was
obvious that 9 months of torture was a small price to pay
for the joys of motherhood.
Having made her morning sojourn to the toilet bowl, Scully
waddled to the kitchen in pursuit of tea and toast. On the
dining room table, a plain white envelope caught her eye.
Probably junk mail Mulder had left in his haste to arrive
at work on time. But closer inspection revealed that it
was addressed to 'Dana' in Mulder's scrawled handwriting.
Slightly perturbed, Scully opened the envelope to find a
neatly folded sheet of paper. Comforted by its fairly
mundane appearance, she began to read its contents.
'Dear Scully,
I grew up in a family that let itself forget how to love, a
place where emotion was discouraged. I learned to bottle
everything up and disguise what I felt. I'm starting to
break that habit now, but it's a slow process.
I've always been an intellectual, or a jock. But with you,
I become a person. You taught me to trust and to love
again Scully, and I can never repay that fully.
I want you to know, because I might not always say it, that
I love you. I'll do anything I can for you, because you're
my light and my life. I'll always be there, loving you as
well as I know how. I'd die for you Dana Scully because
you mean the world to me.
It's a huge step forward with our baby, and I'll be there
every step of the way for her too. You both make me so
proud, just to be with you. And I promise to give our
daughter everything I possibly can.
All my love, always
Fox
xxxxxxx'
With tears streaming down her face, Scully clutched the
paper to her chest. It was really going to be okay after
all.
She now remembered the best feeling in the world - to love
and to be loved in return.
FINIS
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Category: MSR, post-Requiem
Rating: PG, nothing explicit.
Feedback: yes please! send to
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
Distribution: If you want it then, tell me where at the
above addy.
Disclaimer: When I was little, I dint have no toys. Pwease
can I pway wiv urs Chris? I'm sure Fox and 1013 tell oo to
share. I'll be good, I won't break dem or make none
pennies, k?
Authors Notes: FAO means 'For the Attention of:" for the
secretarially challenged. Daddy I read it and I forgive
you. Here's to the future.
* * * * * * * *
FAO Dana Scully
* * * * * * * *
Scully awoke with a start, finding only space beside her in
the bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if it
had all been a dream. But the indentation on the pillow
told her otherwise. She groaned as the angry red digits of
the clock told her it was 10am. That groan was quickly
diminished by a mad dash to the bathroom.
Mulder was back. By her side and in her heart, the one
place he had never really left. He remembered little of
the time he had been gone for, except for being told that
Scully was pregnant. His anxiety to return had been
recognised at last, and Scully almost went into labour when
he appeared three weeks ago in their basement office. Any
shock was soon replacd with joy and frantic chattering in
an attempt to reconcile the past two months in their
respective heads.
Now they lived together in Scully's Georgetown apartment.
Mulder was back on the X-Files, and Scully was on extended
maternity leave. How she had been able to conceive
remained a mystery, but how she did most certainly was not.
After seven years of avoiding the issue, the partners had
finally expressed their feelings for one another. And a
good performance always deserves an encore.
The doctors had her labelled as a high-risk pregnancy,
unsurprising considering Scully's age and medical
history. Her symptoms had been fairly severe, but she
wouldn't change it for all the tea in China. Not many
women would find themselves pregnant by the man they love,
after thinking themselves barren for years. And it was
obvious that 9 months of torture was a small price to pay
for the joys of motherhood.
Having made her morning sojourn to the toilet bowl, Scully
waddled to the kitchen in pursuit of tea and toast. On the
dining room table, a plain white envelope caught her eye.
Probably junk mail Mulder had left in his haste to arrive
at work on time. But closer inspection revealed that it
was addressed to 'Dana' in Mulder's scrawled handwriting.
Slightly perturbed, Scully opened the envelope to find a
neatly folded sheet of paper. Comforted by its fairly
mundane appearance, she began to read its contents.
'Dear Scully,
I grew up in a family that let itself forget how to love, a
place where emotion was discouraged. I learned to bottle
everything up and disguise what I felt. I'm starting to
break that habit now, but it's a slow process.
I've always been an intellectual, or a jock. But with you,
I become a person. You taught me to trust and to love
again Scully, and I can never repay that fully.
I want you to know, because I might not always say it, that
I love you. I'll do anything I can for you, because you're
my light and my life. I'll always be there, loving you as
well as I know how. I'd die for you Dana Scully because
you mean the world to me.
It's a huge step forward with our baby, and I'll be there
every step of the way for her too. You both make me so
proud, just to be with you. And I promise to give our
daughter everything I possibly can.
All my love, always
Fox
xxxxxxx'
With tears streaming down her face, Scully clutched the
paper to her chest. It was really going to be okay after
all.
She now remembered the best feeling in the world - to love
and to be loved in return.
FINIS