Vacation

By SisShippy

Disclaimer: Only the story belongs to me. The characters Mulder and Scully are the creation of the talented Chris Carter and his beautiful mind. X-Files belongs to the kind folks at 1013 Productions and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended and I refuse any profit.

En Route to Georgetown

6:12 pm

"Scully." She answered, trying not to turn too much attention to the cellular phone she was answering.

"No, you are supposed to answer 'Mulder'." Came the confusing reply.

"Huh?"

"You've got my cell phone, Scully."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, unless you gave your mother my number."

"No, I didn't. Sorry."

"Oh, no, it's okay. We had a lovely chat."

"I can only imagine," she half groaned.

"Your mother is a wonderful person. She wanted to know if we are ever going to just give in and get married."

"She didn't!"

"Oh, but she did."

"And you said . . .?" Scully asked, afraid to hear Mulder's reply.

"I said 'actually, Mrs. Scully, we have a weeks vacation starting tomorrow and I've been trying to convince your daughter to run off to Vegas with me for a quickie wedding.' To which your mother replied, 'I think you should both just go for it.'"

"Fox Mulder! If you're lying to me . . ."

"If you are going to threaten to kick my ass, I most certainly am." He flirted.

She was glad he couldn't see her blushing, even if it was only slightly. "Well I'm not going to now." She teased back then released a frustrated sigh after a pause. "Where are you now and we can change phones?"

"I'm already at my apartment. I can meet you in Washington if . . ."

"No, it's okay. I'm nearly home right now so give me enough time to pack a bag and I'll be there."

"I'll see you in a bit then."

Alexandria

9:14 pm

"Hey Scully, come on in," Mulder said around his toothbrush.

She took one giant step in, "did I come at a bad time?"

"No," he mumbled and held up a single finger, then using it to point toward the bathroom. Scully nodded and plopped down on the sofa to wait for him.

A few moments later, he returned to the living room and sat down dangerously close to his partner. "So, how about it?"

"How about what?"

"You, me, Vegas. Take in a couple of lounge acts, hit a casino or two, stop by a wedding chapel for one of those quick fifty dollar weddings, and spend the rest of our vacation having the honeymoon of a lifetime."

"As tempting as all of that sounds, I don't think so."

"But your mother said . . ."

Scully put a finger to Mulder's lips to silence him. "I don't always do what my mother suggests."

"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying."

Scully gave him a half smile, "besides, I have a feeling you were making up that phone conversation."

"Just the part where I told her we were flying off to Vegas for the week."

"Oh God," she groaned. "Mulder, I don't know where she gets the idea that we should be getting married."

"Yeah, I bet you don't," he teased. "I thought it was a perfectly logical question myself. But I did tell her she would have to take that up with you." Mulder couldn't help but grin when he saw that he had actually made Scully blush.

"Well, I have the perfect answer for her."

"You do?"

"Yes. I can honestly tell her that the proposals I keep getting no woman in her right mind would accept."

Mulder harrumphed and straightened on the couch so he wasn't sitting so close to Scully. He pretended to pout and asked as seriously as he could, "what's wrong with the way I propose?"

"You can't be serious! Cheap, quickie weddings in Vegas, a stop off at the justice of the peace on our lunch hour, and my favorite of them all was the time you suggested we find a drive-thru wedding chapel!"

"I happen to think those are all fine ways to get married. The honeymoon is the really important thing."

"Of course you do." Scully agreed jokingly.

"In all honesty though, Scully, if I ever do propose, it will be as romantic as I know how to be and the type of proposal you deserve."

"That was very sweet, Mulder." Scully caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, ran her fingers through his hair and gently kissed his lips.

"For being such a sweet guy, can we go practice for the honeymoon?"

"And sweet just went flying out the window."

"I know, I know. You don't want to rush into things and I didn't mean to sound as though I'm pressing you." He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"But I can't blame a guy for trying," she finished.

"So, where did you decide to go on your vacation?" He asked, hoping there were no real plans and she would decide to vacation with him instead.

"I thought I would drive to Mom's for a couple of days. With the way things have been going lately at work, I haven't gotten to see her much. Then, I'll probably come back and do some things at home that I've needed to catch up on. What about you, where are you going?"

"To mom and dad's 'summer home'. My inheritance. I haven't been since mom died and thought I should pop in there, maybe clean things up a little, go through some old family stuff. You are welcome to come with me or drop in after you see your mom."

"Maybe I'll just do that. Drop in after I see mom I mean."

"I guess it's a good thing Skinner made us take a vacation."

"Yeah, it is. You know what they say about all work and no play."

"Work is play, Scully."

"Oh brother. If you think that, it's too late for you."

"I just mean that work is like play for me. I enjoy my job, but that could be because I'm working with the F.B.I's most beautiful special agent."

Scully snuggled up to Mulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "What if we went on vacation together? We can drive up to that little summerhouse of yours on route eight in Chepachet, Rhode Island, and then we'll stop by and see Mom on the way home. If we play our cards right, we might even get a couple of days to settle in before going back to work."

"Sounds nice," Mulder responded, resisting the urge to kiss her lips that were hovering just above his own.

"Sounds really nice," she corrected just before she ended their suffering and finally kissing him.

Chepachet, RI

Following Day

"This place is probably really dirty." Mulder said as he fumbled with his keys, trying to find the one to the front door of the house.

"Any worse than your apartment?"

"Afraid so, unless someone has snuck in and cleaned while I've been away."

"Well, we'll worry about that when we get in there. Are you sure you want to go through these things now?" Scully was concerned for his well being and knew that going through the belongings of family members long gone would drag up heartache and a mixture of memories that he may not handle so well.

"Yeah. It's been a long time coming actually, but this is really the first chance I've had to get up here." He pushed open the door and gathered their bags from the porch to take inside. "Wait right here," Mulder requested with a grin.

Scully arched an eyebrow and gave him a sly grin of her own. She wasn't sure what he was up to, but she trusted Mulder and could hardly wait for him to reveal his plan. After he had been gone for several minutes, Scully began to worry and considered going inside despite his request. "Mulder?"

"Close your eyes, Scully," he called in reply.

She complied with his request and couldn't help but giggle softly when she felt his arms go around her and scoop her off the ground. Scully opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you inside."

"I see that. I guess what I really want to know is why."

"Because I want to? Because I can? Because you deserve a romantic gesture now and then?"

They stepped into the living room and Mulder put Scully back down on the ground in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she looked around the surprisingly clean house. "Mulder, its beautiful."

"And clean," he pointed out.

"I noticed. How did you do all of this?"

"When Skinner told us about the mandatory vacation, I called and had a cleaning service come in and straighten the place up. Nobody wants to come in to a dusty mess, and I didn't want to spend my time off cleaning."

"Can't blame you for that. You might want to send the cleaners to your apartment while you're away."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Scully said matter-of-factly and through a smile.

"I think that's just harsh; harsh and true." He grabbed Scully's hand, "come on, I'll show you the rest of the house."

Later that evening

The couple got out of the car and walked hand in hand from the driveway to the front door. Mulder let go of Scully's hand and purposely reached around her to unlock the front door. He took his time slipping the key into the hole and placed a few quick kisses in the crook of Scully's neck. She slowly turned to face him, ran her fingers through his hair, and stretched up to kiss him. Her intentions had been for a series of quick kisses but each kiss grew in both length and desire. "Mulder," she breathed as they ended the last kiss in the series.

"I know," was all he could reply with as he unlocked the door and ushered her inside backwards. He kicked the door shut with his foot and reached back to quickly lock it. Scully pushed his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor behind him. She immediately went to work undoing the buttons of his shirt and started to pull him toward one of the bedrooms. "Scully?"

"Shh," she requested as he bent down to scoop her small frame into his arms.

"H-h-hold it r-r-right th-th-there p-p-please!" Demanded a nervous and unfamiliar voice from the general vicinity of the kitchen. "P-put the pretty l-l-lady down or, or, or I'll sh-sh-shoot."

To Be Continued . . .