Past Lies
by Trycee
TimeLine: Season 7 before All Things.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, it is owned by Chris Carter. This is written for fun not profit.
Scully knocked on Mulder's door but he didn't answer. She turned the knob and walked right in. She could see Mulder's lanky form hanging off from his couch. "Mulder?"
"Yeah," he said, sitting up, wiping at his eyes. "What are you doing here, Scully? Its 2 a.m."
"I couldn't sleep," she said, as Mulder scooted over to make room for her on the couch.
"Nightmare?", he questioned.
"No...I just couldn't..."
She wasn't sure why she had come over to his apartment so late at night. She just knew she needed to be in his presence.
He clicked the remote of the television and handed it to her. "Be right back..."
She watched him walk into his bedroom and she could hear the water turn on. He returned a few moments later with a fresh t-shirt, a dampened face and smelling of Irish Spring.
"Take off your jacket!", he said, picking up the phone. He stood near the t.v and dialed the number. "Yeah...two number 4 specials with two egg rolls..."
Scully peeled the jacket off and tossed it over to his chair. "I'm not really that hungry, Mulder."
He turned his attention back to the phone. "Make that one number 4 special with two egg rolls. Alright...yeah that's me...Thanks."
He sat down from her. "It'll be here in 15 minutes."
Scully kicked off her heels, and sat back into the couch, placing her feet between them. Mulder noticed her attire, she was dressed in a purple halter top covered by a white blouse that accentuated her figure. She wore jeans and stockings that covered her carefully pedicured toes that still couldn't reach him on his side of the couch. He was sure she had showered before coming over to his apartment, he was sure her hair she had pulled into a pony tail was still damp. Scully noticed him staring and smiled.
"Sorry," he said, sitting back, trying to focus on the television.
"It's okay," she said, looking down at her hands.
She gazed up at Mulder and they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Mulder reached out his hand and touched her foot, rubbing her foot through her stockings, his rough calloused hands caressed her toes. She sighed and he could tell she was enjoying his massage.
"I'm glad you came," he said, reaching for her hand and rubbing his thumb over her soft lotioned hands.
"Really?", she said, as a tingle shot through her body.
"Of course," he spoke in a low tone, looking into her eyes. "Of course..."
A knock on the door startled them and Mulder got up to pay the delivery man. He set the Chinese food down on his coffee table and realized he needed plates.
"I'll get them, " Scully said, walking towards his kitchen. "You got anything cold, Mulder?"
"I've got a few beers..."
He popped an old movie into his VCR. Scully returned with the beers and plates. "Mulder, whens the last time you bought groceries?"
He smiled, embarrassed at the fridge that held only beers and out-dated orange juice. "Scully, I don't think I ever have..."
She looked surprised but then grabbed up a fortune cookie from the empty paper bag.
"What's it say?", he said, trying to grab her fortune from her hand.
She cracked open the sweet cookie and read the fortune out loud. "It says...Happiness is near..."
"It doesn't say you'll fall in love with a handsome man that believe in extraterrestrials?", he said, smiling.
Scully's eyes grew big. "Mulder!"
He grabbed up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of orange chicken and brought it to her mouth. She opened it and he slid the food in. He watched as she chewed and then swallowed. He offered more but she declined. "Mulder...why would my fortune say that?', she questioned.
Mulder put his chopsticks down and turned in her direction. "Scully."
"Yes?"
"What would you do if I kissed you?"
Scully gasped. "What would I do?"
"Yeah," he said, leaning into her. "What would you do?"
He was a few inches from her mouth, staring into her eyes. He waited for her to protest but she didn't so he leaned in more, pressing his lips to hers. She reached her hand to the back of his neck, drawing him in. They kissed deeply, tongues swirling, eyes closed, passionately, releasing their desires for each other. Scully broke the kiss needing to breathe. "Mulder...wow.", she said, looking into his glittering eyes.
He smiled wickedly and kissed her again on the lips."Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?"
"We kissed at New Years," she smiled. "And we almost kissed before that..."
He touched her face running his fingers around her face, kissing whatever he touched. "That New Years kiss...I couldn't help myself."
"Really?", she grinned. "I thought it was because of the New Year."
"I just said that," he smiled. "I just couldn't resist those lips another day..."
She smiled and kissed him again. They deepened the kiss and Scully again broke away. "You're so passionate, Mulder."
"Only with you, Scully," he said, drawing her closer to him. "I've waited a long time to show you Scully."
"Show me what?", she said, tracing his lips with her fingers.
"How much I love you..."
"Mulder...", she said, looking into his eyes. She could see he was serious.
"Let me ask you something, Scully. Do you love me?"
She looked down shyly and then looked back into his eyes. "You know I do Mulder. You know I love you."
Mulder grinned widely and then returned to kissing her. Scully tried to match his intensity. "Thank You for telling me Scully. I could tell you loved me... I just needed to hear it."
"You could tell? How?"
"The way you touched me...the way you looked at me...the way you take care of me...", he said, rubbing her arms and drawing her closer to him. "I've known it for years though you would never admit it."
"I could tell the same way with you," she said, looking up at him. "Plus, you said it once when you were kinda out of it."
"But that was the thing, Scully. I knew exactly what I was saying."
"There were so many times we should've told each other."
The door swung open and the Lone Gunmen entered, slamming the door back behind them. They looked at each other. Mulder and Scully were cradled up in each other's arms. They were staring back at the Gunmen who had invaded their time together.
"We interrupting anything?", Byers asked, shooting a look at Langely and Froehike.
"Actually, you are!", Mulder said, letting go of Scully and standing up to face them.
Froehike looked angry. "I knew you would steal my woman!"
Scully blushed and looked over to Froehike. He was staring at her and then back up to Mulder.
"I told you guys they were together...but you thought I was paranoid!"
"Froehike!", Mulder said. "What's the deal?"
"You stole my woman!", he said, walking past Mulder to stand near Scully who was thoroughly embarrassed at this point.
"Froehike," she began. "I'm sorry...but I love Mulder."
Froehike shot a look at Mulder. "If it weren't for the fact that we had something to show you, I'd kick your ass!"
"I'd like to see you try!", Mulder said, sitting back down next to Scully.
Langely walked in, eye-balling the Chinese laid out on the table. He grabbed up a carton and a fork, as Byer's sat down across from them, pushing Scully's jacket out of his way.
"Now that you've made yourselves at home, what are you doing here?"
"Making sure Scully doesn't make a mistake with your sorry ass!", Froehike said, glaring at Mulder.
Mulder placed his arm around Scully to emphasize his point. She rolled her eyes as Froehike stared at them.
"I think I'm sick to my stomach," Froehike spoke.
"Good, go home!", Mulder said, throwing his chopstick at Froehike.
"Watch it Mulder!", Froehike threatened. "I can fry you in the shower and make it look like a suicide!"
"Okay...okay," Scully said, interrupting. "Whats going on?"
"We're here because we think we might have found some information you might want," Byers, said, handing Mulder a piece of paper.
Langely tossed the now empty Chinese carton into the trash. "Check it out Mulder..."
Mulder eyed the papers in front of him. "You telling me that CGB was my father...and Samantha's father...as well as Jeffrey Spenders..."
"That's right, ole Smokey's your padre," Langely announced.
"I kinda guessed he was my dad awhile ago...though I don't think of it that way...that was my mother's business."
"But its not just that, Mulder...old CGB is more than the father of three..."
Mulder looked through the paper work he had in his hand. "You saying I have more siblings?"
"Exactly!", Byers continued. "Apparently he got around...you have half siblings...possibly two here in the greater D.C. Area."
"What does that mean to me?"
"Mulder, they're your siblings...wouldn't you want to know?", Scully asked.
"What that evil repeats itself...no, I'm not that interested."
"I think you would want to know," Byers said. "Who knows what position they are in...they could be in with old CGB."
"I think you should try to find out, Mulder," Scully announced. "For security purposes...to determine if they are in with the Syndicate."
Mulder turned to Scully and she looked down, sitting back against the couch. He looked over to the guys and they looked at each other. "I think we'll go...", Byers said.
"To be continued!", Froehike said, pointing at Mulder. He glanced briefly at Scully and then walked out behind Byers. Langely grabbed another carton.
"For the road," he said, letting himself out.
"Mulder...", she began.
"I'm not doing it, Scully. I had enough of CGB!", he said raising his voice. "How would you feel Scully if you found out that your brothers, sister and you were actually the child of the most evil man since Hitler? That your mother was a liar! That the father that hated you your entire life wasn't really your father! That the jerk at work that helped close down the X-Files...your life work... was actually your half brother. And that there's more out there of them...How would you feel?"
"I would feel like you do! But what if they are the ones helping him Mulder. Wouldn't you want to know to stop him?"
"No," he said, turning up the sound on the television.
"I'm gonna go," she said, grabbing up her jacket.
"I don't want you to go...I didn't mean to ruin things, I'm just upset...I could use your company, Scully."
She dropped her jacket back onto the chair, and sat back down. Mulder looked pained so she kissed his lips but the intensity was gone. He dropped his eyes and she rubbed his face and kissed his chin with stubbly hairs that peaked out. "Maybe you should rest, Mulder."
"I can't sleep now, Scully."
"Just go in your room and sleep Mulder. I'll be out here."
"No...", he said, shaking his head. "You go ahead and sleep in my bed. I'll rest out here..."
She nodded and stood up. "I'll use one of your t-shirts, okay? We've got just a few short hours before we have to be at work anyway..."
He nodded and Scully went into his bedroom. She grabbed up a pillow and a blanket and brought it out to Mulder. He tossed it next to him on the couch and she leaned down and kissed him again. He responded but she could tell he was very troubled. She closed his door and slipped out of her clothes and grabbed one of his t-shirts from his drawers and slipped it on. She got under the covers and tried to close her eyes to sleep.
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