Summary: Soon after Mulder and Scully develop and intimate relationship, he starts dating Diana Fowley, who claims to have gotten pregnant after six weeks of dating! Mulder decides to marry her, breaking Scully's heart. He soon realizes that he only has love for Scully and they continue to keep a secret affair. But was the pregnancy a hoax?
Rating: T... for now anyways...
Genre: Romance/Drama

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-files. :( If I did there would be ten movies out.

A/N: I'm back! I haven't written a story in 2-3 years! I've been busy with life ya know. I'm a college sophomore now! How did I get back into writing and the X-files? (I never really did leave though) I saw David Duchovny in New York City (story on my profile-page... it was crazy! I saw him in his kitchen!) and I decided I missed writing X-files stories and reading/watching/ and writing about the love between those two characters.

Anyways... my first story in forever. Please R&R and let me know if it's worth continuing!

Chapter One

It wasn't supposed to be happening. In fact, it went against just about every FBI code of conduct under "Partner Relations," but there they were, lying in bed together, completely content waking up next to each other. They were turned on their sides, facing each other, laughing. Mulder's hand went along Scully's bare hip, tracing every curvature of her body. She got goose bumps. Mulder frequently gave her goose bumps. They agreed that they would not let their emotions get in the way of the fun they would have with each other at night or the work they would have to do during the day. When is that ever possible?

"You know Mulder we should probably get up," Scully reminded as she slid off her side of the bed, pulling on her purple silk robe, covering her naked skin. "We have to be in the office in about an hour." She walked around to his side of the bed, standing in front of him.

"No," He groaned, wrapping his arms around Scully's tiny waist, still lying in bed. She lost her balance and fell on top of him.

"Come on," Scully whined. "We were both late twice last week. We came in at the same time three days ago. If we show up again today at the same time, eyebrows will be raised. And not the eyebrows we want to be raised."

"Can't we just call in sick?" Mulder asked, using his puppy dog face in full force. Scully gave him her signature glare. "I know what that look means." She rolled off the bed, heading in the direction of her bathroom.

"I'm getting a shower. Are you heading home first?" Scully turned around asking, hand on her hip, ruffling the over hand through her short red locks.

"I can just shower here. Save time," Mulder said getting up, walking over to her and putting his arms around her waist. "Save eyebrows from being raised." She pushed his hands from her hips and continued to walk towards her bathroom door.

"Mulder go home. I think eyebrows might still be raised if we come from the same direction to work and if you're in the same clothes. I'll see you in forty." She shut the door behind her and started the water.

"Scully, I think you're kicking me out." Mulder shouted.

"Can't hear you Mulder!"

Mulder got a sly grin on his face and stepped towards the door, poking his head in after opening it. Scully yelped and blushed, covering herself with her robe.

"Mulder!" Scully scolded.

"You said you couldn't hear me. I said it sounds like you're kicking me out, Scully. I'm not leaving yet." He pulled down his boxers.

"Mulder…"

"Saving time," He threw down her robe and grabbed her hand. "Saving eyebrows," He stepped into the shower, pulling her with him. "And saving water."

They were rushing by the time they both got out of the shower; they had to be at work in thirty minutes.

"Mulder! You'll make it, but I'm going to be incredibly late." Scully said pulling on a sky blue button down dress shirt. "You have spare clothes in my closet." She motioned towards her left to the closet.

"I thought you said I'd be wearing the same clothes as yesterday if I didn't –" She cut him off.

"I still have to dry my hair, straighten it, put make up on –" This time he cut her off.

"You look perfect now Scully, trust me. You can go in the way you are." She gave him her signature ice cold glare.

"Mulder just hurry up and leave, please. I don't want us both to be late."

"Scully you worry so much. It'll be fine. Just do you hair and put your make up on in the car if you really need it so bad, which you don't." He finished pulling on his shirt and began to button it. He was ready. I'll stop at Starbucks. Need anything?"

"Just the usual."

"I'll see you at work." He said with a comforting smile before turning to leave. "Everything will be fine. No eyebrows from nosy jealous coworkers and none from a certain bald man." He winked, causing Scully to smile.

"See ya in thirty."

Mulder soon found his way to his car and began driving the familiar, yet unfamiliar path to work. For the past so many years it was the same path and now, on some days, it was the path from Scully's house.

'Emotions free,' he thought to himself. Who was he kidding? He was in love from before they even began their little secret. Now, everything was much more personal and intimate, but it was supposed to be without emotions –and that was all Scully made him feel. She gave him nothing but emotions. He suspected that she felt the same way, but he was too unsure to act.

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Mulder drove her crazy, but she was crazy in love. Like him, she loved him way before they began their physical relationship. For they already had an intense emotional one. She was too far deep in love and now she did not know what to do. She loved being intimate with him, but now she just wanted him, for herself, no one else. She wanted to have claim to him. She wanted to know the way he felt about her. But of course, being the rational woman that she was, she shook it off, saying that it was impossible, because they were a team, two platonic partners. She didn't want to jeopardize anything, but she couldn't shake off her feelings.

"See I told you, Scully. You're only ten minutes late and you look great." Mulder complimented as Scully hung up her black trench coat on their coat hanger. She looked down and blushed. His compliments drove her wild.

"Skinner, say anything?"

"No eye brows were raised what so ever. We got this."

"Well, whatever we got, Mulder," He passed her the coffee he had bought for her. "Thank you. We still need to be cautious. Four seventy-five, right?" Scully asked, reaching into her briefcase where she kept a few ones.

"Don't worry about it, Scully."

"You sure?"

"Don't worry about it." He smiled, taking a sip of his coffee.

That day of work was filled with nothing but "busy work." It had been about a month since they last had a case and so, they were stuck re-filling and reviewing past cases. Fortunately, it did not take long for five o'clock to roll along, when they were allowed to leave the office.

"Here let me help you with that," Mulder offered, helping Scully put on her coat. "Any plans tonight?"

"Plans… hmmm… dinner and a nice glass of wine. I've been wanting to cook chicken alfredo for a while. You can stop over if you want. Stop over –stay over…" She blinked her deep blue eyes to look at him.

"Who am I to turn down a nice meal?" Mulder laughed, placing his hand on the small of Scully's back to guide her out. They silently made their way to the garage where they had parked their cars. "I'll be over in about an hour and a half. That good?" Mulder asked as they stopped in front of his car, as Scully's was farther down the row.

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you."

When Scully got to back to her apartment, she got the chicken out of the freezer to thaw and she went to her bathroom to draw herself a nice warm bath to soak in before Mulder got there. She had been stressed –all day, all week and all month. She knew Mulder noticed and she knew he knew why. It had been 2 months exactly, from that very evening that they found out that even with IVF, she couldn't become pregnant. The inability to conceive, was not just something you got over. It really hurt her, but what amazed her was the way Mulder comforted her through it. If there was one thing that Scully was sure of in the past two and a half months, it was that Mulder really wanted a baby with her too. There was not a moment of falseness on his face through his hopefulness and ultimately, his disappointment. They hadn't talked about what happened since. It had been something they kept silent about.

Mulder arrived around the time he said he would, around 7:45 and he made perfect timing too, dinner was just about to be finished.

"Something smells delicious," Mulder said as he walked into her apartment.

"I'm just hoping I didn't overcook the chicken," Scully said softly as she turned off a burner. "You can sit at the table. I'll fix you a plate. Wine?"

"Please." Mulder took his seat at the table and Scully brought out two large wine glasses placing them in front of him.

"White or red?" She asked as she headed over to her small wine rack.

"Whichever you're having, I guess."

"White it is," Scully said, walking over with a bottle of white. She effortlessly popped the cork off and poured two glasses before preparing their plates.

They ate in silence for a while, before the stillness was broken.

"You know, it's really good Scully," Mulder said, taking another stab at a piece of chicken covered in alfredo sauce.

"Is it? You don't think the chicken is a little overcooked?"

"No," Mulder lied with a smile. "It's perfect."

"I haven't cooked a real meal in the longest time… in about two," she stopped short of her sentence.

"Well, it's better than I've eaten in a very long time."

Mulder had finished his meal first and was finishing the last bit of his second glass of wine. He got up to take his plate to the sink. He noticed Scully had barely touched her food since they spoke about the chicken.

"Could you take mine too, Mulder?" She asked in a small polite voice, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with them in her lap.

"You've barely eaten anything Scully, you sure?"

"Yeah, Mulder its fine… Ijust realized I'm not all that hungry right now." He looked at her, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. "I'm just going to put it in some Tupperware and I'll bring it for lunch tomorrow." She forced a smile at the end of her sentence. She stood up to take her plate back from Mulder who was holding both his and hers. "I'll do it now." She walked over to the corner of her counter and stood up on her tippy toes, to grab a plastic green Tupperware from one of her white cabinets.

Mulder watched her, un-moving. He knew something was wrong. He knew what was bothering her. He had seen it for the past two months, but never like this. She was really bothered tonight. Just as he watched Scully open up the plastic container she froze and moved her hands from the container to the edge of the white countertop, which she gripped. Her hands looked as if they were turning the exact shade of the countertop that she was holding onto.

Heat flooded Scully's cheeks and her eyes began to burn from it, tears forming, thinking of all of the hope she had before and how it all came crashing down that evening in the doctor's office. Any chance of pregnancy was got now that her eggs weren't viable. She began to shake with emotion.

"Scully," Mulder said in a hushed tone as he approached her from behind. He put his hand gently on her elbow to spin her around, but she did so willingly before he could even try. She took a deep breath before speaking. Tears were welt up in her eyes.

"Mulder, I think you should go. I don't really feel like having company tonight. I'm sorry." She said in a faint whisper.

"I'm not going anywhere, Scully. I know what's bothering you."

"Mulder –" She interjected, trying to stop him, but he continued.

"No, Scully. I'm staying here. You need me." When she looked into his eyes, her own personal dam broke loose, allowing tears to fall from her cheeks. Mulder pulled her in by the waist. "You're my friend. I'm not leaving you right now, when you're so… vulnerable." His arms were wrapped around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She let out a shaky breath.

"Oh Mulder," Scully said so quietly it sounded like a prayer. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and cried silently. "I wanted a baby so bad." She whimpered, her voice muffled by Mulder's chest, which she cried into. "I wanted to be a mother…"

"I know, Scully," Mulder whispered into her red hair. "Don't ever give up on a miracle," He planted a kiss on the top of her head as she cried.

The two of them woke up together in their pajamas in each other's arms the next day. Mulder held Scully all night long, playing with her hair and tracing patterns on her back as he waited for her to fall asleep.

"You okay," Mulder asked quietly after Scully flickered her eyes open the morning. He cupped her cheek.

"I'm better… better than last night." She replied just as quietly. "Thank you." She held his wrist as he held her face.

"You don't have to thank me, Scully."

"No, Mulder, I do. I do need to thank you… not just for last night, but just for everything." He smiled in return and paused for a moment.

"Scully, I'm going make a pot of coffee so that it'll be done when you're done in the shower." Mulder knew all of her usual morning habits.

And just like that, her mood changed from tired and calm to seductive. She gave him a sly grin, which took him back a bit and rolled on top of him, pressing most of her body weight into Mulder's most sensitive area. Scully was completely covered in her blue silky pajamas, but Mulder was merely in just a pair of boxers and t-shirt. Mulder let out a groan.

"Scully, you're killing me."

Scully began to unbutton her top. She placed her fingers at the edge of Mulder's white t-shirt and pulled it up and over his torso, exposing his toned bare chest. He exhaled deeply and placed his hands on Scully's hips as she straddled him.

"You know, who would have thought that Agent Dana Scully, who famously gets the title of Ice Queen, would be nothing but dangerously hot," he growled before taking Scully by complete surprise and flipping her onto her back where he kissed her neck, making her giggle at the feeling of his lips and tongue dancing across her.

-
Scully was in the shower about a half an hour later and Mulder sat in the kitchen, waiting for his coffee to drop in the pot. He was already nearly ready for work. He wore his black dress pants, belt and white t-shirt tucked in. All he needed was his shoes, dress shirt, tie and suit jacket and he would be ready to go. Scully shouldn't have to worry about any eye brows raising. Mulder thought long and hard about it that night he held Scully in his arms. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to apologize to her for getting caught up in emotions, when they both promised to leave those out of their situation. He wanted to tell her his true feelings.

'But what if she doesn't feel the same way? Things would be forever awkward,' Mulder thought to himself as he debated in his head over the situation. His thought process was interrupted with a knock on the door. 'Who could that be this early?'

Mulder walked up to the door and peeped through the door nervously, but he was soon relieved when he saw a familiar face on the other side.

"Mrs. Scully," Mulder said as he opened the door to Scully's mom, who looked a bit shocked to see Mulder pull the door open and not her daughter. But all of that went away and she was glad to see him.

"Fox, I told you to call me Maggie." She reminded before opening her arms out to him or a hug. "How are you doing?"

"I'm great Mrs. –Maggie." He corrected himself. "How are you?"

"I'm good," She made her way to the kitchen where she smelled the coffee, which just began to drop into the pot. "I didn't expect to see you here so early in the morning, Fox. Then again, you probably didn't expect to see me either." She motioned towards the coffee. "Are you making it?" Mulder nodded.

"There's more than enough for the three of us, go right ahead. Here, I'll get you a cup." Mulder brought down three mugs from one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

"I told Dana that I had to come out this way in the afternoon to stop at the Target, but she must have forgotten. I told her I would pop by before she went to work." She took a sip of her coffee. "How is she doing? Lately she's –I don't know… she seems different."

"Mom?" Scully questioned as she came from her bedroom in her robe and a towel around her head. "What're you doing –oh, I guess it slipped my mind that you were coming by this morning. I was in the shower, sorry."

"Oh, it's okay honey," Mrs. Scully politely said with a smile, "I was just talking to Fox, here," She placed her hand on his and smiled at him. He returned the smile. And got up from his spot at the table to get Scully a cup of coffee.

"Okay, well… I'm going to continue to get ready for work. I'll be out in a few minutes." She turned on her heal and made her way back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"It's not like her to just forget things like that. I just told her yesterday. I'm sure she's just stressed about work though."

"She's really tough though, Maggie. She really is." Mulder said with a smile. Mrs. Scully beamed.

"She got it from her dad and brothers. She and Melissa were complete opposites growing up, it's truly a surprise that they were able to be so close. Dana was such a tom boy. She would always be trying to play with Bill, but" Mrs. Scully chuckled at her memory. "Bill was always so tough on her. You know how older brothers are, not wanting to play with their little sister." Mulder smiled, both at visualizing a young Scully and remembering the way he would be with his sister when he was a kid. It was just the way Mrs. Scully had described.

"Yeah, I do know." He let out a thoughtful laugh. "I was the same way with my little sister when we were kids."

Scully came out of the bedroom and was all ready for work. She only had to put on her makeup. She bent down to give her mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her coffee on the counter. She smiled a thank you to Mulder.

"I'm really sorry that I forgot, Mom." Scully apologized.

"Don't worry about it sweet heart," Mrs. Scully said with a kind smile.

Mulder ducked away into the living room where his overnight bag was. He grabbed his dress shirt and tie from it and headed to Scully's guest bathroom where he got everything else on for work.

A couple minutes later Mulder emerged from the bathroom now in his blue dress shirt. He picked up his suit jacket on the arm of the couch and headed back into the kitchen where the two women were sitting having coffee.

"I'm going to head into work, now… I'll see you in a half an hour?" Mulder said, pulling on his suit jacket.

"I'll see ya," Scully said with a smile. Their eyes locked and in that single look, more than words were exchanged. She was thanking him.

Just as Mulder left, Mrs. Scully asked the one question weighing on her mind that was she was holding in since Mulder opened the door for her.

"Are you two dating?" She blurted out, beaming. Her mother would forever be trying to set her up with Mulder. Before she became partners with Mulder her mother was the same way, always trying to meddle in her daughter's love life, blind dates here and there. "I see the way he looks at you," She continued. "I see the way you look at him."

"To answer your question mom, no. We're not dating."

Mulder was halfway to his car, just having gotten down the elevator when he ran a hand on his chest, finding something missing: his tie. He spun around, a hand flying to his hair. He had forgotten it in the bathroom. It wasn't that important, but Mulder hated going into work without a tie. He didn't look complete without it. He checked on the elevator, seeing that it was at only going up and would take forever to come back down to him. He had to take the stairs.

"Dana, I'm your mother I know these things. I also know that he stayed over the other night. Why?" She was smiling like she had just caught her daughter in a funny little lie, which she technically did.

"Mulder and I were working on a case, it was late… I told him just to spend the night here rather than going home. He was tired and I didn't think he should drive home."

"Mm-hm," Her mother said, still grinning. "So, where did he sleep? I don't see any pillows or blankets on the couch."

"Guest bedroom," Scully said flatly.

"Right, but I saw into it and the bed was perfectly made."

"Well, Mulder's a nice guy. He cleans up after himself." Scully was getting annoyed. Her mother could tell by her tone. She stared at her daughter smugly, like she had just won. "Mom!" Scully yelled defensively. "I don't like Mulder that way. We're just friends, partners, that's all we'll ever be! I don't like Mulder! I'm not interested."

Mulder was at the door and he heard all of it, well the last part where Scully was telling her mom she didn't like him at all. His feelings were crushed and every thought of telling Scully his true feelings, was gone. That was it. He spun on his heel, forgetting his tie, and made his way back to the stairwell.

So...? Good or bad? Continue or not? What do you think? Review, review, review! Thanks!
And special thanks to Teliko.x3 for telling me to write this.

-Andrea