The Thanksgiving Date
by Trycee
Time Line: Post IWTB
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.
The air was thick, stiff, and it made Scully nervous. She stared at the Sunday paper, the parts Mulder had discarded and anxiety crept over her. This time of year always got to her...less than two years to go...she thought...less than two years to live...and then she thought about William. Her eyes began to well up but she wiped them quickly as Mulder walked out of his office, his cup of coffee empty. He stared over at her sitting on the couch, but her eyes had drifted out to the window, watching the wind blow the leaves around the yard. "Scully?", he said, walking over to her. "You okay?"
"We have less than two years to go," she whispered. "And we're no closer to finding William than before..."
"You need a distraction," he said, sitting next to her and throwing his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. "Your mom called while you were at work yesterday, did I tell you?"
"No," she said, solemnly. "I don't think I want to go this year, Mulder..."
"And miss out on your mother's cooking? No way...Plus she said she is really looking forward to seeing us, Scully."
"It'll just remind me of William," she said, crying softly into his shirt. He wiped her tears.
"Scully, we may not have much time with them...we need to spend as much time with them before..."
"The End...," she said, looking up into his eyes. "Why can't we just stay here?"
"We've done that before and its depressing," he huffed.
"But being there will just be a constant reminder, " she admitted. "When I see Matthew and Charles two sons...Do you know what that will do to me?"
"They're not coming...it's just us and your mom and some guy she met."
Scully pushed away from him. "WHAT!"
"She met a guy...at church..."
"She's dating someone else?"
"You don't expect her to stay alone, do you Scully? If I died I'd expect you to mourn me the rest of your days... but I know you'd want to move on after awhile...preferably never though..."
"Mulder, my father was the love of her life! I know how she felt finding her soul mate, you can't replace your soul mate!"
"When I died, did you ever think you'd fall in love with someone else, Scully?'
"No, never...I could never Mulder...I'm in shock that she would even attempt to..."
"Live her life?"
"So if I died you'd replace me?"
"There's a cute red head at the Buy and Bag, she's about 60 yrs old...grey hair and worts but she's my next choice," he laughed but stopped when she gave him one of her looks.
"Mulder...I really don't want to go now!"
"Too late I already told her we'd be there!", he said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "If your like this now, what's Christmas gonna be like?"
"Why can't Bill and Charles come?", she said, following behind him.
"Maybe because I'll be there," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Charles would never act that way..."
"Bill would..."
"Yes, he definitely would," she said, watching him pour a ton of sugar into his coffee. "Mulder...you're teeth will fall out if you keep doing that..."
"That is a myth, Scully," he said, throwing open the refridgerator door.
"Mulder...Why can't we sit at home and mope about on Thanksgiving...I can tell her I couldn't get off work?", she said, innocently with a smile.
Mulder rolled his eyes. "If I'm gonna mope I'd like to mope with a delicious turkey and your mother filling my plate every five minutes...than to eat a frozen turkey dinner here."
"Oh like I wouldn't cook us a Thanksgiving Feast?", she said, crossing her arms.
"It would still be depressing...It would just remind us of what will soon be happening..." he said, pushing vegetables out of his way. "We have nothing good to eat?"
"Mulder you're not a young man..."
He spun around to face her. "I'm not?"
"There's fruit in the drawer..."
"Ugh," he said, slamming the door closed. He moved over to the cabinets, searching until he found a pack of sunflower seeds. "Scully, we have less than two years to go...Your mom would never make us uncomfortable, so let's go and have a good time."
She threw up her hands in the air. "You're killing me here!"
A smiled formed in the corner of his mouth. "You just don't want to meet her boyfriend."
"Like I said, killing me here!", she said, walking back toward the couch. She picked up her phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Bill and Charles..."
"Scully...please don't try to convince them to come...I could get the Turkey Leg to myself!", he said, pointing in her direction.
She rolled her eyes. "Mulder, Mulder...", she said, hanging up. "Fine, I'll call mom and find out whats the deal with this new...boyfriend."
"Mom, " she said into her cell phone. "I just got your message. Yeah, I worked late last night. Yes, we'll be there...but who'se this...guy?", there was a pause as Mulder listened from the kitchen, sipping on his coffee. It was too sweet, so he poured it out.
"No, I know you'd never try to replace dad...He's a retired Naval officer too? His name is Willis O'Conner...nope, don't remember him...He worked at the Academy in Annapolis! Did he know dad? He did...No...it's a little weird, that's all...Of course I'll support you, mom. You supported me with Mulder...No, I haven't talked to them yet. I'll see what I can do...Okay, love you mom."
Scully sat there a moment. "He knew my father..."
"Eeww," Mulder squirmed. "That would be like you and Doggett when I died..."
She shot him another look and he shut up. "Mulder, she wants me to convince the boys to come..."
"Ah, nawl...Scully...come on...Turkey Leg, Turkey Leg!", he whined, coming to sit near her again.
"You're still a baby even in your old age!", she mused.
"Not old...aged like a fine wine..."
"A very fine wine," she winked. "A nice smooth, full bodied fine wine...", she said, rubbing his arm.
Mulder leaned in to kiss her but she screamed in his face. "MY MOM with another Man, I can't believe it!"
"Well, technically..."
"Mulder...would you hate me if I call Charles and Bill?"
"Hate you...yes!", he smirked. "You owe me a turkey leg!"
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