A/N: So I should be updating my other stories instead of starting new ones, right? But I found this, I had the first chapter written out long hand, so I decided, I'd type it up, post it and see whatchya'all think.
Dedication: Brittney, Andrea & Lily. Let's just say, if I am writing x-files, it can pretty much just be said, that it's dedicated to those three.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but Chris Carter should give them to me, cause he's my uncle's cousin twice removed [which only makes sense if you are Andrea].
December 14th, 1991
FBI Christmas Party
8 pm
Dana Katherine Scully stood at the bar, for the wet behind the ears agent this was her first big FBI soiree. Dana sipped cautiously at her Martini, she wasn't a big drinker to begin with, but tonight she'd be especially careful, she was surrounded by her superiors, the men whom would be assigning her beat after her probation period was up. She was gunning for a position on the Violent Crimes Unit and if she had any hope of that dream coming true, she'd have to fly the straight and narrow.
"Hey Spooky, don't have a date? AGAIN?" She spun around, Agent Kevin Brinkley was harassing a dark haired man, a man whom she had only seen in passing. Brinkley was a jerk and anyone with half a brain cell knew it. He had pushed Scully's buttons more times than she could count, whether it be inappropriate suggestions or the casual touch on the arm, he just couldn't take no for an answer.
"I'd rather come with no date at all than a blow up doll, Brinkley." This 'Spooky' man said and Scully almost choked on her drink.
This flustered Brinkley, who took several moments to search for the perfect retort, "That was a bet, Mulder. Jeez Spooky, can't ya take a joke?" Brinkley taunted, Dana wanted to get up and slap him, as far as she knew the man, who was named Mulder, had done nothing to provoke Brinkley and here Brinkley sat, taunting him, never giving him an inch.
"Go fuck yourself." Mulder spat and walked away, Scully was almost proud of the stranger.
"Watch out ladies, here comes Spooky Mulder, the man who couldn't even save his little sister." Brinkley called after him. The room fell silent, they all sat, holding their breath, awaiting Mulder's response. Mulder's whole body tensed, his fists clinched, his posture straight, Scully saw him close his eyes and take several deep breaths through his nose. He was fighting the urge to kill the agent, his intent evident by the bulging vein in his neck. As Mulder turned around to swing, Assistant Director Skinner stood up, standing between Mulder and Brinkley.
"Mulder walk away, get a drink and cool off." Skinner said in a calm tone, "You can't take another slip on your file. Let me handle this." Skinner said, placing a hand on Mulder's forearm, letting him know that he was on his side.
Mulder jerked away and the whole room gasped, believing he was going to strike Skinner, but to everyone's wonderment and perhaps even his own, he turned and walked away. He moved towards the bar, Scully swallowed hard, trying to avert her eyes, to look at something, anything else.
"Merry Christmas." Mulder said softly to her as he reached the bar, "Whatever she's having." He told the bartender.
"Merry Christmas." Scully said, her throat feeling dry, her blue eyes were locked with this strange agent's brown ones, "I'm.."
"Dana Scully.." He cut her off.
"How'd you know that?"
"Your file was on Skinner's desk the last time I got wrote up." Mulder explained as he took a drink of the Martini the man placed in front of him.
"Oh." Scully said and a deep red flooded her cheeks, "And you just remembered?"
"Someone as beautiful as you? Of course I did." Mulder said, "Okay, I'm not that smooth, I have an eidetic memory." He explained and Scully chuckled nervously.
"That's kinda cool." She spoke as she felt a Julia Robert's smile winning over her face.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Mulder said in a teasing tone.
"So your last name is Mulder, got a first?"
"Nope. Not one I go by. Just call me Mulder."
"Okay, Mulder. Not to pry, but why'd that jerk call you Spooky?" She asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
"I'm not known for coloring inside the lines." Mulder said as if that explained it all.
"Alrighty then." Scully said, cocking an eye brow.
"Would you care to dance?" Mulder asked as he sat his drink down.
"I don't dance." Scully said, shaking her head as a ringlet of red fell onto her face. Mulder reached over and brushed it from her cheek, sending a shiver across her skin.
"Sorry." He muttered softly.
"S'ok." Scully murmured as she heard the familiar tune filling the dance floor.
"Dance with me." Mulder spoke, saying it as if it was a commandment instead of a suggestion. Scully looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with wonder, he took her hand and pulled her to the dance floor, taking her and pulling her close, "This song, it was popular when I lived in England." He murmured in her ear.
"You lived in England?" Scully asked as her arms automatically snaked around his neck as his hands settled on her waist.
"I went to Oxford." He explained, "Sssh listen." He silenced her as the song played, "I just want to see you, when you're all alone, I just want to catch you if I can, I just want to be there when the morning light explodes, on your face, it radiates, I can't escape, I love you till the end." He whispered in her ear.
Scully smiled into his chest, she couldn't believe the feelings that were coursing through her. She was dancing with a complete stranger, in front of her superiors and colleagues, with him whispering some of the most romantic words into her ear. She wanted to kiss him, to ravish him, it was like she was loosing herself, she couldn't see anything that was happening around her. All she could do was stare up into Mulder's deep brown eyes and smile harder than she ever has before.
"The songs over." Mulder whispered in her ear, several moments later. His warm breath on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, filling her body with tingling emotion.
"So?" Scully asked, not wanting to let go ever again.
"Do you want to keep dancing or would you like to go for a walk?"
"I'd like to walk, but I don't think I can even stand." She admitted, blushing.
Mulder grinned, "That's alright, I got you." Mulder reached up, taking her hands from his neck, he lowered them, but didn't let them go. He released one hand after a moment and then linked fingers with Scully using his right hand. Their hand sizes varied greatly, but they fit perfectly. Mulder lead the way out of the ballroom, feeling the gaze of their superiors, but ignoring it. Hearing the snickers of their colleagues, but blocking it out.
Mulder lead her to the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor. He pulled Scully in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck lightly. Scully lost every thought she had at the moment as Mulder's lips attacked her flesh. She turned herself over to her feelings as they waited for the elevator car to reach their floor. She pushed herself flush against him, groaning from the contact and feeling feverish from the heat that was between them.
They exited the car on the fifth floor, Mulder lead her by the hand to the left. Stopping in front of room thirty-eight, "Mulder did you plan to pick up a woman?"
"No, God No. I planned on getting so inebriated I couldn't drive home. This, this was a nice turn of events." Mulder explained, both speaking quietly, as if a casual tone would break the spell they were both under. When the door was finally open, Mulder pulled Scully inside, kicking the door shut with his foot, he picked her up, pressing her against the cold wall. Mulder's lips attacked every inch of flesh he could find. Scully's hands robbed Mulder of his jacket and worked on his bowtie. When both were removed, she raked her nails over his scalp, biting her lip as Mulder removed her dress.
"Mulder, bed." She whispered.
The Next Morning
Mulder awoke, he felt sore, heavy almost. He didn't feel like he was drunk or hung over. Then he realized her was naked, he had had sex. Sex with Dana Scully, the woman who's file had so enraptured him since he laid his eyes on it in Skinner's office. Mulder opened his eyes, but was haunted by the sight of an empty spot beside him. On the pillow lay a note,
Mulder,
I'm
sorry to leave like this. I really like you. I don't regret a single
second of last night, I just can't do this. Not right now. I know it
sounds stupid and pathetic compared to what we had, but the job has
to come first right now. I can't screw this up. I hope you
understand.
-Dana
Mulder felt the sting, the feeling like he had been hit below the belt, like the wind had been knocked out of his chest. He understood, he understood far too well. He just wondered if he'd ever see her again, see her again in a context that wasn't that of co-workers. More than just passing her in the corridors of the Hoover Building. He wasn't one of prayer, he hadn't prayed since he lost Samantha, but now he prayed. Prayed that God would give him someone to love, in particular, Dana Scully.
Six Weeks Later
Dr. Kahn's Office, Georgetown, VA.
CGB Spender rolled up his window as a puff of smoke escaped into the cold January air. He smiled, a smile almost demonic in it's existence. The wheels of fate were beginning to turn. He watched Dana Scully exit the OB/GYN with a sonogram picture in one hand and used Kleenexes in the other. As long as everything went as predicted, this child, this one child, would change the world.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Think I should jump of a bridge and die? REVIEW! and the last one isn't an option. Cause I am pretty damn happy with my life now, or atleast, realize it's value more. This is just an idea that's been itchin' at me for awhile, it's kinda based off a few rp's I used to do, so haha, yeah.
