Title:Something Worth Coming Back To
Author: Mosquito
Date:
Dana Scully walked into her office located in the Quantico
compound. She was ready for anything. . . or so she thought. Opening
the door to which she worked behind, she noticed a bunch of roses.
Half red and half white. The suprise took her almost immediately.
Names ran through her mind. . . Frohike, Pendrell, that guy in VC.
She couldn't remember. She looked at the lovely
bouquet. She hoped that they stood for love and friendship.
Now that she didn't work with 'Spooky Mulder' on the X-Files,
guys were hitting on her regularly.
Reaching for her desk, she picked up the card. She read it
and smiled.
To Seven years of friendship.
Happy Anniversary.
F. Mulder
Mulder.
"So, you like them I take it." A voice came from behind her.
She swirled around to see the smile she had grown to know and
love.
"They're beautiful, Mulder."
"Good, so where do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Hmm, how about Malay?"
"Malay?" He inquired.
"Yeah, there's a great restaurant in Georgetown. Just about
ten minutes from my place."
"Sure. I'll come by at seven. What's the dress?"
"Formal, this is a place where you take you're business a
ssociates, if you know what I mean."
"Got it. Till then." With a smile he walked away.
She was really
lucky, because there was very little to do that day anyway.
* * *
Dana sat at her dressing table. She wanted to put her hair
up, but didn't know how. She settled with a French twist, Grabbing
her earrings she put them on.. She then took off her necklace. She
fumbled through her drawer for something to wear instead. She found
a green choker that went well with her dress. Her hair would defiantly
draw attention to it. She looked at her lap as she struggled to get
it fastened.
Just then a pair of hands came to hers. She let go of the
necklace, and waited. The soft warm hands fastened the necklace
around her neck and then came to rest on her shoulders.
Dana then felt lips, warm, soft, smooth, slightly wet, and
loving touch the back of her neck. She shivered. Then pulling herself
together, she lifted her head. She knew who she hoped it would be.
It probably was him, but she needed to look anyway. She looked passed
herself through the mirror, and sure enough, standing two meters tall
was Fox William Mulder, the love of her life.
She had wanted to tell him so much, but she would rather die
than tell him first. If something was going to happen between them,
she wouldn't be the one to make the first move.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," she answered his greeting. There was a moment of
embarrassing silence, which Dana decided to break. "I made
reservations for seven thirty."
"Well, we best be going then."
She nodded and got up.
Mulder then noticed the dress she was wearing. "Oh, God,
Dana. You look beautiful."
"Mulder, Will you do me a favor?" Dana quickly asked.
"Anything for you, Scully."
"Don't call me Scully."
If she had taken him by surprise, he hadn't showed it. He
simply nodded and showed her his arm. She took it and let him lead
her to the restaurant.
* * *
"You regret anything from our seven years as friends and
partner's?" He asked her.
She thought for a moment, and then finally answered: "No.
Well, I could have lived without that fluke man, and I could have
done without the cancer and the loss of three months, but no. How
about you, Mulder?" She looked deep into his eyes, to make sure he
wouldn't hide anything from her.
He in turn looked down onto the table. "Yeah, I do."
He had startled her. Her eyes went wild.
He cut off her train of thought. "I don't regret anything
that happened, well, I mostly don't." The he looked back at her.
"I regret what didn't happen."
Just then the waiter came back with the bill. He signed it,
and got up to leave.
He helped her with her coat, and then shrugged into his own.
He then proceeded to escort her out of the restaurant with his hand
at the small of her back; her favorite place for it to be.
They started walking back towards Dana's apartment. Halfway
there Dana changed her mind and turned the corner.
"Um, Scu- Dana," he corrected himself, "Your apartment is
this way."
"Yeah, I know, Mulder. I don't want to go home. Let's go for
a walk."
"Okay. Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"Let's go to the park." Dana said slipping her hand into his.
"You know Mulder, you should tell me what's bugging you."
He gave her a surprised look.
"Come on Mulder," she continued, "after working with you for
seven years, I know you all too well. Well, I'd like to think
that I do."
"There's nothing wrong."
"Yes there is. I can see it in anything and everything that
you do. You've been very quiet. So what's up?"
"I'm getting transferred. Monday morning, I'm supposed to
report to Special Agent Michael Kasp, Miami Florida."
Dana stopped walking and looked into his eyes. "Oh, Mulder,
it' not that bad. Hey, think of it this way. All you have to worry
about is rain. It doesn't snow, freeze, or sleet. Weekends you can
go to the beach and work on you're tan. Then when you get called in,
you go, finish the case and walk right back out. Hey, I don't even
think they wear suits to work. I'm jealous."
With success she got him to smile. "Yeah, well, even though
there's that to want, I don't want to go." He commented.
"I know what you mean, Mulder. The FBI doesn't hold the
interest that it once had."
"Scully, you're not going to . . . um . . . leave, are you?"
"I've been thinking about it a lot, Mulder. I don't know. I
could just become a medical examiner. I don't need to be in the FBI
to cut bodies up on a regular basis." There was an uncomfortable
silence between them, for what seemed like ages. "I've been thinking
of joining the corner's office. I don't want to attend the living. I
don't know how to. I've been dealing with the dead for a long time
now. I don't think I want to change, but further more, I don't think
I can."
By this time they had reached the park. They walked along the
riverbank.
Then Dana continued. "How about you, Mulder? What are you
going to do? Are you going to go to Florida?"
He was quiet for the longest time. She let him rummage
through his mind for the appropriate answer. She followed him, as he
headed to a tree and leaned on it. Finally he spoke. "I don't want
to, unless, I have a reason to come back."
Scully thought. He confused look was not missed by
him, as he was looking for it. Mulder had expected her not to
understand.
He smiled. Then falling on one knee, he took out of his pocket
a box. He removed the ring from it while saying, "You, Dana. I want
you to be the reason that I come back. You, and only you: I love you,
I have for the longest time. Will you marry me?"
Her eyes were wide open. Any sleepiness that she once might
have had was all gone. Her heart rate was accelerating. Her knees
were shaking and her body trembled. Yet, instead of being worried
about anything, she was damnably happy. She smiled on of her special
smiles, which she kept just for him. "I won't marry a man, if I
haven't kissed him before." She responded.
The expression she received from his face was that of a four
year old receiving the perfect Christmas present. His face just lit
up.
Standing up, he moved closer to her. Dana just stood there
and waited. She looked deep into his eyes. Then swooping down, she
watched him capture his lips. Yet the minute their lips touched her
eyes closed. His lips were the same as before. Soft. Wet. Warm.
Smooth. Gentle. Loving.
Releasing her lips he looked at her. "And. . . . "
"Hmm," She thought out loud. "Let me run you through my pro's
and con's list . . .. Intelligent, kind, loving, careful,
understanding, thoughtful, handsome, romantic, a good kisser, yada,
yada, yada . . ."
"Yada, yada, yada?" He asked.
"Fine, be that way . . . excreta. Hmm, lets see, a ditcher,
self-centered, messy, unorganized, and much more."
"Much more?" he inquired.
"Okay, not much more, but there's probably some more bad
things about you, that I just can't think of at the moment.
Therefore, after reviewing the evidence at hand, I have
concluded . . . " She was playing with his mind, and enjoying it.
He on the other hand was going to jump up and down from
anticipation. "That . . . " he pushed.
"That . . ." she restated, "it is proper for Dana Katherine
Scully to marry Fox William Mulder."
He was so happy. He picked her up and swung her in the air.
She consequently wrapped her legs around him. He in turn, started to
go round in circles. Stopping, he then pulled out his phone. He
brought both of them to sit on the ground. He dialed a number that
Dana knew all to well . . . Her mother's.
"Hey Mrs. Scully, It's Fox."
"Fox, How are you? Where's Dana, is she alright."
"Dana? Oh, I think she's doing very well at the moment.
Just called to tell you that we are getting married."
Dana could hear her mother scream. "I knew it. I did. That
is that you would get together. Ah well, I lost $20 to Charlie, but
I've got $50 from Bill. I said that you wouldn't get engaged this
year, and Bill said that you wouldn't get married to Fox at all."
"WHAT! You bet on me?!" Dana yelled.
"Well, yes," Mrs. Scully continued. "Actually, Charlie and I
married you off to Mulder last Christmas. Bill thought he'd hang on.
He thought that you and Tom still had a chance."
"Tom Colton?" Mulder enquired.
"Yes. I told him, that he had to be mad. That Dana would never
marry someone as narrow minded as Tom. Yet, he seemed to things that
Dana wouldn't marry someone as crazy minded as Fox. Of coarse, I
stood up for Fox, saying that he didn't know anything about Fox,
yada, yada, yada."
"Thank you Mrs. Scully."
"It's Mom to you Fox, and you're very welcome. Now I can go
into my basement and find the invitations that I had made four years
ago. And the guest list . . . Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Have to go, loves . . . I've got a wedding to take care of. It'll be
in . . . um . . . April. That gives me 4 months. Have to go and call
Charlie and Bill. Bye bye."
Mulder and Scully were laughing after Mrs. Scully had hung up.
After that, they called everyone they could think of, to tell the
news of the attended marriage.
END
Author: Mosquito
Date:
Dana Scully walked into her office located in the Quantico
compound. She was ready for anything. . . or so she thought. Opening
the door to which she worked behind, she noticed a bunch of roses.
Half red and half white. The suprise took her almost immediately.
Names ran through her mind. . . Frohike, Pendrell, that guy in VC.
She couldn't remember. She looked at the lovely
bouquet. She hoped that they stood for love and friendship.
Now that she didn't work with 'Spooky Mulder' on the X-Files,
guys were hitting on her regularly.
Reaching for her desk, she picked up the card. She read it
and smiled.
To Seven years of friendship.
Happy Anniversary.
F. Mulder
Mulder.
"So, you like them I take it." A voice came from behind her.
She swirled around to see the smile she had grown to know and
love.
"They're beautiful, Mulder."
"Good, so where do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Hmm, how about Malay?"
"Malay?" He inquired.
"Yeah, there's a great restaurant in Georgetown. Just about
ten minutes from my place."
"Sure. I'll come by at seven. What's the dress?"
"Formal, this is a place where you take you're business a
ssociates, if you know what I mean."
"Got it. Till then." With a smile he walked away.
She was really
lucky, because there was very little to do that day anyway.
* * *
Dana sat at her dressing table. She wanted to put her hair
up, but didn't know how. She settled with a French twist, Grabbing
her earrings she put them on.. She then took off her necklace. She
fumbled through her drawer for something to wear instead. She found
a green choker that went well with her dress. Her hair would defiantly
draw attention to it. She looked at her lap as she struggled to get
it fastened.
Just then a pair of hands came to hers. She let go of the
necklace, and waited. The soft warm hands fastened the necklace
around her neck and then came to rest on her shoulders.
Dana then felt lips, warm, soft, smooth, slightly wet, and
loving touch the back of her neck. She shivered. Then pulling herself
together, she lifted her head. She knew who she hoped it would be.
It probably was him, but she needed to look anyway. She looked passed
herself through the mirror, and sure enough, standing two meters tall
was Fox William Mulder, the love of her life.
She had wanted to tell him so much, but she would rather die
than tell him first. If something was going to happen between them,
she wouldn't be the one to make the first move.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," she answered his greeting. There was a moment of
embarrassing silence, which Dana decided to break. "I made
reservations for seven thirty."
"Well, we best be going then."
She nodded and got up.
Mulder then noticed the dress she was wearing. "Oh, God,
Dana. You look beautiful."
"Mulder, Will you do me a favor?" Dana quickly asked.
"Anything for you, Scully."
"Don't call me Scully."
If she had taken him by surprise, he hadn't showed it. He
simply nodded and showed her his arm. She took it and let him lead
her to the restaurant.
* * *
"You regret anything from our seven years as friends and
partner's?" He asked her.
She thought for a moment, and then finally answered: "No.
Well, I could have lived without that fluke man, and I could have
done without the cancer and the loss of three months, but no. How
about you, Mulder?" She looked deep into his eyes, to make sure he
wouldn't hide anything from her.
He in turn looked down onto the table. "Yeah, I do."
He had startled her. Her eyes went wild.
He cut off her train of thought. "I don't regret anything
that happened, well, I mostly don't." The he looked back at her.
"I regret what didn't happen."
Just then the waiter came back with the bill. He signed it,
and got up to leave.
He helped her with her coat, and then shrugged into his own.
He then proceeded to escort her out of the restaurant with his hand
at the small of her back; her favorite place for it to be.
They started walking back towards Dana's apartment. Halfway
there Dana changed her mind and turned the corner.
"Um, Scu- Dana," he corrected himself, "Your apartment is
this way."
"Yeah, I know, Mulder. I don't want to go home. Let's go for
a walk."
"Okay. Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"Let's go to the park." Dana said slipping her hand into his.
"You know Mulder, you should tell me what's bugging you."
He gave her a surprised look.
"Come on Mulder," she continued, "after working with you for
seven years, I know you all too well. Well, I'd like to think
that I do."
"There's nothing wrong."
"Yes there is. I can see it in anything and everything that
you do. You've been very quiet. So what's up?"
"I'm getting transferred. Monday morning, I'm supposed to
report to Special Agent Michael Kasp, Miami Florida."
Dana stopped walking and looked into his eyes. "Oh, Mulder,
it' not that bad. Hey, think of it this way. All you have to worry
about is rain. It doesn't snow, freeze, or sleet. Weekends you can
go to the beach and work on you're tan. Then when you get called in,
you go, finish the case and walk right back out. Hey, I don't even
think they wear suits to work. I'm jealous."
With success she got him to smile. "Yeah, well, even though
there's that to want, I don't want to go." He commented.
"I know what you mean, Mulder. The FBI doesn't hold the
interest that it once had."
"Scully, you're not going to . . . um . . . leave, are you?"
"I've been thinking about it a lot, Mulder. I don't know. I
could just become a medical examiner. I don't need to be in the FBI
to cut bodies up on a regular basis." There was an uncomfortable
silence between them, for what seemed like ages. "I've been thinking
of joining the corner's office. I don't want to attend the living. I
don't know how to. I've been dealing with the dead for a long time
now. I don't think I want to change, but further more, I don't think
I can."
By this time they had reached the park. They walked along the
riverbank.
Then Dana continued. "How about you, Mulder? What are you
going to do? Are you going to go to Florida?"
He was quiet for the longest time. She let him rummage
through his mind for the appropriate answer. She followed him, as he
headed to a tree and leaned on it. Finally he spoke. "I don't want
to, unless, I have a reason to come back."
Scully thought. He confused look was not missed by
him, as he was looking for it. Mulder had expected her not to
understand.
He smiled. Then falling on one knee, he took out of his pocket
a box. He removed the ring from it while saying, "You, Dana. I want
you to be the reason that I come back. You, and only you: I love you,
I have for the longest time. Will you marry me?"
Her eyes were wide open. Any sleepiness that she once might
have had was all gone. Her heart rate was accelerating. Her knees
were shaking and her body trembled. Yet, instead of being worried
about anything, she was damnably happy. She smiled on of her special
smiles, which she kept just for him. "I won't marry a man, if I
haven't kissed him before." She responded.
The expression she received from his face was that of a four
year old receiving the perfect Christmas present. His face just lit
up.
Standing up, he moved closer to her. Dana just stood there
and waited. She looked deep into his eyes. Then swooping down, she
watched him capture his lips. Yet the minute their lips touched her
eyes closed. His lips were the same as before. Soft. Wet. Warm.
Smooth. Gentle. Loving.
Releasing her lips he looked at her. "And. . . . "
"Hmm," She thought out loud. "Let me run you through my pro's
and con's list . . .. Intelligent, kind, loving, careful,
understanding, thoughtful, handsome, romantic, a good kisser, yada,
yada, yada . . ."
"Yada, yada, yada?" He asked.
"Fine, be that way . . . excreta. Hmm, lets see, a ditcher,
self-centered, messy, unorganized, and much more."
"Much more?" he inquired.
"Okay, not much more, but there's probably some more bad
things about you, that I just can't think of at the moment.
Therefore, after reviewing the evidence at hand, I have
concluded . . . " She was playing with his mind, and enjoying it.
He on the other hand was going to jump up and down from
anticipation. "That . . . " he pushed.
"That . . ." she restated, "it is proper for Dana Katherine
Scully to marry Fox William Mulder."
He was so happy. He picked her up and swung her in the air.
She consequently wrapped her legs around him. He in turn, started to
go round in circles. Stopping, he then pulled out his phone. He
brought both of them to sit on the ground. He dialed a number that
Dana knew all to well . . . Her mother's.
"Hey Mrs. Scully, It's Fox."
"Fox, How are you? Where's Dana, is she alright."
"Dana? Oh, I think she's doing very well at the moment.
Just called to tell you that we are getting married."
Dana could hear her mother scream. "I knew it. I did. That
is that you would get together. Ah well, I lost $20 to Charlie, but
I've got $50 from Bill. I said that you wouldn't get engaged this
year, and Bill said that you wouldn't get married to Fox at all."
"WHAT! You bet on me?!" Dana yelled.
"Well, yes," Mrs. Scully continued. "Actually, Charlie and I
married you off to Mulder last Christmas. Bill thought he'd hang on.
He thought that you and Tom still had a chance."
"Tom Colton?" Mulder enquired.
"Yes. I told him, that he had to be mad. That Dana would never
marry someone as narrow minded as Tom. Yet, he seemed to things that
Dana wouldn't marry someone as crazy minded as Fox. Of coarse, I
stood up for Fox, saying that he didn't know anything about Fox,
yada, yada, yada."
"Thank you Mrs. Scully."
"It's Mom to you Fox, and you're very welcome. Now I can go
into my basement and find the invitations that I had made four years
ago. And the guest list . . . Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Have to go, loves . . . I've got a wedding to take care of. It'll be
in . . . um . . . April. That gives me 4 months. Have to go and call
Charlie and Bill. Bye bye."
Mulder and Scully were laughing after Mrs. Scully had hung up.
After that, they called everyone they could think of, to tell the
news of the attended marriage.
END