2012-THE RETURN

DISCLAIMER: sadly I don't own these characters. Wish I did, but I don't. They belong to the master, CC, fox networks and 1013. But if Chris carter accidentally came across this story and decided to use it to made a third X Files movie, he can have it.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: This is a little chapter, taking place mostly in Mulder's head. He is thinking about the upcoming year and that it may be his last. Don't worry, Scully and Mulder will still be alive at the end of this story. Not just the chapter, the story; I could never kill them.
A/NOTE: I had this idea for a long time, so I thought I should put it out there and see what you guys, the readers, would think. This story will be lots of things; romantic, sad, adventurous, and shamefully dramatic and occasionally clichéd. There will be a different genre for each chapter, some action, some drama; you get the idea. And now on with the show!
SPOLIERS: This story will make frequent references the show. Be warned. I did some research with the dates and ages of the characters, I like being accurate. It helps if you have watched the show, but if you haven't recently; just trust me. I even get brave and let Mulder and Scully refer to David duchovny and Gillian Anderson, but that's not till later.

06:21 AM
January 8th- 2012
Mulder/ Scully residence, Virginia

Fox Mulder sat on the steps at the front of his house, wrapped with a blanket. He studied the beautiful, snow covered scenery before him, wondering once again, if this would be the last winter he would see. He had begun to think about the importance and value, of time. This year was the year Mulder was dreading. He closed his eyes as he recalled the cigarette smoking man's few last words to Scully, unveiling the truth:

"Ten centuries ago the Mayans were so afraid that their calendar stopped on the exact date that my story begins. December 22, the year 2012. The date of the final alien invasion. Mulder can confirm the date. He saw it at Mount Weather... where our own "Secret Government" will be hiding when it all comes down."

He also thought about his age, he would be 51 In October. Half a century of living and what did he have to show for it? A lonely childhood, a missing sister, an oxford education, a long lost and sorely misplaced son. There was only one part that he did have going for him though, after all that he had lost in his life; Mulder still had one thing that he had been able to hold onto and cherish for nearly 20 years; his partner and soul mate, Dr. Dana Scully.

'Oh god', he thought; Scully was going to turn 47 next month. She had given him almost half her lifetime, the best 19 years of her life and a son too. This would all amount to nothing by December. She had always wanted to marry, settle down and have children; technically she had done most of those things, just in reverse order. She had two children; Emily, even though she didn't give birth to her, she was still her biological mother and still mourned her child's death; and William, her and Mulder's son, whom she had to give away to an anonymous family when he was a year old. She had settled down too, now that she was living with Mulder. She had a good job in a private hospital, far away from the dark corners of the X files division at the FBI. Now all she had left to do was get married.

Mulder looked up over the snow covered tree tops at the orange sky. He had started waking up early to watch the sun rise on these frosty winter mornings since last Christmas, he always left Scully to sleep in; she was far too precious for him to disturb her.

However, this morning, she woke up early too. Noting Mulder's absence, she went into the kitchen to make some coffee; and she spotted him on the porch through the kitchen window. 'So that's what he does in the morning'. As she grew older, she hadn't gotten any taller; but she had developed a fuller, but still athletic figure, so she wasn't so petite any more. That didn't mean that Mulder had stopped fussing over her; but since it was one of his strange ways of showing his affection, she didn't mind.

Scully stepped out onto the porch with two coffee cups in her hands. Mulder turned and smiled at her, accepting the mug she handed him. She moved down the steps and sat in front Mulder, snuggling herself in between his legs and leaned back against his chest. She rested her free hand onto his knee, him sliding an arm around her shoulders and over her chest. Ten years of being a couple outside the X Files; Mulder still had this natural desire to protect her from the mysteries of the world.

"You're not too cold, are you?" He whispered into Scully's ear. She shook her head, squeezing his knee as a way of saying 'thank you for asking though.'

Together they watched the sun rise across the snow covered Virginian landscape. This was what life was about, these moments; bring on the alien invasion, they couldn't care less.

Mulder kissed the top of Scully's head, taking in the smell of her hair; after all these years, her presence still intoxicated him. "I love you Scully" he breathed, almost inaudibly. She turned her head to look at him with her steely blue eyes, his eyes could change colour, but they were nothing compared to the intensity of hers. "Love you too Mulder." She said planting a sweet and expressive kiss to his lips.

At that very moment; Mulder decided exactly what to get Scully for her birthday next month. He was going to give Scully the last part of the life she wanted to lead; a loving husband.

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Naww :) oh wow, just noticed how much rambling I write at the start =S