Author: Singing Wind
Spoilers: up to FTF
Feedback: Please!
Rating: PG-13 for taking the Lord's name in vain and for lust
Classification: S, A, R
Disclaimer: no infringment intended
Summary: Mulder and Scully discuss complicated matters in the
basement office after he finds her looking for a file.
Special Agent Fox Mulder walked into his office on the basement
floor of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. He found Special Agent
Dana Scully M.D. there rifling through the bottom drawer of a
filing cabinet as she muttered to herself. She was obviously
looking for an X-File in that cabinet as that was where they
usually put the X-Files.
He watched her for a moment noticing her shapely derriere as she
digs further into the drawer. He is beginning to feel warm and
tingly. He knew that he had wanted her since the first time he
saw her enter the X-Files basement office in the Hoover
Building. Now he knew that he wants her even more.
He sneaked up quietly behind her and whisper in her ear, "What
are you looking for?" She straightened up in shock and hits her
head into Mulder's chest.
"Aaaah! Jesus, Mulder, you scared me!"
Mulder hand the wind knocked out of him. "Oh, excuse me!"
"Oh, phew! Can't you go outside to do that? It smells like a
barn in here rather than a musty basement office!"
"Sorry," he mumbled sheepily. He tried to change the subject.
"So what are you looking for, Scully?"
"What?"
He points at the cabinet. "Are you looking for a file and/or
files?"
She drew a deep sigh. "I'm looking for more information on
barren abductees and there ova."
"They're ova aren't in there, Scully."
She groaned inwardly to herself. Arching her eyebrow, she says,
"Ha ha, Mulder. Very funny. I think I know that being a
medical doctor with a specialization in pathology. You know
what I'm talking about."
He's gazed at her oceanic blue eyes and felt the sadness there.
His eyes were sad too. They were sad for her. Because they had
no ova. Her sadness and barrenness and his sadness was all his
fault and he knew it. He wished he could kick his own ass.
"I wish I could kick my own ass, Scully. But I can't. I'm such
a loser."
"What?"
He shrugged. "You know."
"Yes. I do. But you are wrong. I want you, Mulder."
"What? You do? I'm very surprised to hear that." He was very
surprised to hear her saying that she wanted him. He couldn't
believe it. "I can't believe it."
"Yes. Believe me. Mulder, I had wanted you since the first time
I walked into this basement office and you told me there was no
one hear but the FBI's most unwanted."
"You want me?" He paused for a minute. "It's not right. You
don't understand...that's not what I want!"
"What? It isn't?" she cried. Her blue eyes were welling up
with unshed tears that threatened to break and spill over her
creamy white skin.
He sighed. "No. I want you to love me. Not lust me." His own
eyes stung with tears that were pooling in his eyes.
She shook her head. "I do love you, Mulder. Since the first
time I walked into this basement office."
"Oh. Are you sure? How could you love me when I am the cause
of your baroness?"
She shook her head harder. "Your not the one who took me. Your
not the one who preformed experimentations on me. I gaze at you
and I see the man who saves me every time. I see how handsome
and gorgeous you are and I think how lucky I am and if only we
could admit how much we had feelings."
Mulder paused. He thought about what she was saying. He
formulated a response as he said, "Scully, as you know, I have a
degree in psychology from Oxford University in England, where I
went as soon as I could. I wonder if maybe you are mixing up
your physiological feelings for your emotional ones."
Scully shook her head as she sighed as she said, "How can you
say that, Mulder?"
Scully could not help herself but to look at him and his
beautiful features -- especially his hair -- the color of ground
coffee beans, or maybe espresso beans -- he was full-bodied.
And especially his eyes -- green, the color of leaves on a hazel
tree -- hazel, flecked with gold, the color of gold. That
reminded her of shiny gold coins which reminded her of normal
coins which reminder her of rolls of coins, which reminded her
she needs to do her laundry soon.
Mulder nodded. "I know. Your mixed up, Scully. That's the
reason. It's okay."
"How can you say that, Mulder. Gaze into my clear blue eyes and
tell me you don't see my true feelings for you there."
He gazed into their eyes. After the sadness and the barrenness,
he saw a field of yellow and white daisies full of love. Maybe
he had been the one to plant the daises there. I had always
liked daisies. They looked like miniature sunflowers and those
have sunflower seeds which he liked to eat quite often.
"Did I plant the daisies, Scully?" He said still looking into
her clear blue eyes of azure with white and yellow daisies.
"Can you see them, Mulder?" she asked with grown excitement.
"Their there! Their yours! You planted them with your seeds of
love!"
He sighed and turned away. "I wish I could plant a real seed
for you, Scully."
She drew a large sigh. "Me too. But we can't. Because
I'm...barren...by them."
Them.
He hated them. For every thing they had done to them. To
them. To Melissa. To his father. To his sister, Samantha. To
Emily. To Skinner, although they hadn't really done that much
and Skinner often took their side. To Pendrell. To all those
abductees, like Max Fenig. To Krycek. No, wait, not to Krycek.
They could take his other arm for all they cared. But to them.
To him, Mulder and to her, Scully. To Scully.
Scully.
"I know. But maybe they didn't take them all. I had a vial.
Maybe there are more vials which would have more viable ova."
"You mean...?"
"Yes!"
She overcame with emotions that made tears formulate in her
eyes. Mulder wanted her and maybe she could have a baby.
That's all she ever wanted in her life. This was the happiest
day of her life since she woke up from her coma, and she was
cured of cancer, and she was saved from the pod in Antarctica in
the spaceship in the ice under the ground, and all those times
Mulder returned her crucified necklace.
"Mulder, you had made me so happy today."
"Scully, you had made me so happy, too."
All the magnetivism between them had drawn them together like
two magnets with opposite poles facing one another. They could
no longer resist the passion bubbling up inside each other.
They stepped closer and their lips reached for one another and
released the passion of all the years that they had not admitted
their feelings. He could feel her luscious red lips on his full
pouty lips, and he kissed her with all the love and passion he
had bottled up for her since she shook his hand after she had
walked into that basement office all those years ago.
She kissed him in return.
"I love you, Mulder," she said as she released his lips from her
own in a breathy voice.
"I love you, Scully," he replied.
And they did.
-the end-
Author's notes: this story was started at 10:13 pm on November
26, 2004, and finished at 11:21 pm on November 26, 2004 at the
Windy Willow Pub. Thank you to Kilkenny, the Windy Willow, and
my beta, Jan. I've learned so much from her about writing and
story writing. This story is dedicated to DD and GA who made
the characters of Fox William Mulder and Dana Katherine Scully
and gave them life. You are inspirations, my heroes and the
winds beneath my wings.
I hope you liked this story as much as I loved writing it. I
love to write and imagine what would happen on the show. I
would have loved to see Mulder and Scully admit their feelings
for one another on the show, but alas, it was not to be. I
love to write and I'd love to hear what you think of my
writing and my very first fanfic...so please be gentile...:o)
