Author's note: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this weird story. I'ts veeeery much AU.
Another note :P: The song at the beginning of the story is "We all fall in love sometimes" (hence the name of the fanfic)... I heard Coldplay version of this song in the album Revamp: The songs of Elton John & Bernie Taupin, fell in love with it even more and thought immediately about Mulder and Scully.
We all fall in love sometimes
Chapter one: A strange feeling
The full moon's bright
Starlight filled the evening
We wrote it and I played it
Something happenin'
It's so strange this feelin'
Naive notions that were childish
Simple tunes that tired to hide it, when it comes
We all fall in love sometimes…
Her phone ringed at 10:00 at night on a Saturday… She knew who it was.
She wanted to hear his voice, but no exactly at this moment when every part of her body was in pain because she was a woman. But, oh well! She couldn't just leave him waiting there on the other side of the line… Besides, maybe his voice would help soothe her pain… especially the one all around and inside her boobs.
"Hello," she said in a not so happy tone. A hand on her very swollen right boob, wishing the suffering will go away with just one touch on it.
He regreted calling her the moment he heard her voice. He even thought about hanging up without saying a word, but this wasn't junior high so… Here's goes nothing…
"Hi, Scully. Sorry about calling this late…" he said.
"Well, it's actually early for one of your calls, Mulder. But…"
"That's not why I'm calling!" Yeah… he'd yelled, but just because he didn't wanted her to misunderstand his intentions with his call. "Sorry. I didn't want to speak so loud…"
What was the other part of his plan calling Scully at this hour again? He forgot, because he didn't actually had a plan… He just wanted to call and ask her out to drink a few beers… Just two friends hanging out on a Saturday night.
But she actually didn't sound like herself.
"Are you ok, Scully?"
She moaned after his question and he didn't know if being aroused by it was a very bad thing or not.
"Not really. If you must know… My boobs are killing me… My whole body is… Oh my God, but my breasts! They're just so big! It's been months since I've been this swollen on this time of the month…. Ugh! My back is killing me! And you know I'm not that big, I don't have bigs boobs, right?..."
"What?! How would I know? Boobs?..." Yeah, he needed to hang up the phone… If they mention her breasts once again, he would have to go and do something for himself. "Mmmm… Maybe I should hang up, Scully, so you can have your rest…"
"Yeah, right! You're just running away because suddenly I'm more than the girl that brings you coffee every morning, right? It's not my fault that I'm broke, have to work two shifts at that crappy diner and because of that I don't have time to have a girlfriend to talk about the amount of pain I'm feeling right now, ok?! It is your fault because you decided to befriend me and now you're on 'girlfriend duty'!"
"But… all I wanted to do was ask you to go out and… have a few beers… Do you want to?" he asked with fear.
"Yes, I want to, Mulder, of course! But I can't because wearing a bra right now is like going to hell for me because of my SWOLLEN BOOBS, OK?!"
'Period Scully' was even scarier than 'Tired Scully,' Mulder realized in that moment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…"
"Of course you don't know! How could you?! You only have a penis and that doesn't hurt every month!" she shouted at him.
"Well, actually, if you…."
"But since I do want the beers… because maybe if I'll get drunk, that will numb my pain… You are going to come to me," she said with determination.
"What?…" his voice was filled with fear.
"You're gonna have the audacity to say no to me?!" she shouted at him… again.
"No, no. You're the boo-boss, Scully…" Oops! "I'll be there in a bit."
They both hung up.
What just happened? Who answered the damn phone? Had she just invited (more like demanded) Mulder to come over to her messy apartment?
She was only wearing a big shirt, because other parts of her were also swollen and she couldn't even bear to wear sweat pants or shorts… or anything besides her panties… She didn't wanted to get changed…
Like Mulder, she was also scared of 'Period Scully.' She had a mind of her own…
… Maybe she could wear a sweater over her shirt, so Mulder won't noticed her pointed nipples… But it was a hot night... Or was she just the hot one?... Hot because he was coming over (and they still had to resolved some issues) or hot because of her hormonal situation?
Something must have happened between that last thought and the moment Mulder woke her up, because she hadn't done any of the things she thought about before, so Mulder wouldn't find her in a decadent state.
There she was laying on her couch, her shirt covering her only from the navel up, so her bare legs and white panties were right in front of Mulder. Oh! And her left hand was still on her right boob. Messy red hair, a bottle of some medicine opened in the table in front of her and glass of water next to it. Very classy.
"Oh God… What happened?" she asked, trying to cover herself somehow and restore her dignity.
"You tell me. Was this just a plan so I could find you dead from too many pain killers and booze?" he said, trying to be funny. But this wasn't the time of the month to be funny, Mulder. You should know better, he thought.
An eyebrow up in the sky and side eyes were all the answer he could get, while she closed the bottle, regretting that time –months ago- when she gave him a copy of the key to her apartament, because she had to hide from Jack (again), so Mulder had to go to her place to take some clothes and personal stuff for her.
"Ha ha. So funny… Where's my beer?" she asked and he sat down next to her. He had a six pack in his left hand.
"Are you sure you want more alcohol, doctor Scully?" he insisted on the bad joke.
She didn't show it, but the joke hurt her a little. That word was the reminder of the life that had been taken away from her. But, soon enough, she brushed away the thought and the feeling, concentrating on her 'swollen' present.
"I didn't know water had alcohol, Mulder… I wasnt trying to kill myself, ok?! I'm just trying to kill the pain in my…"
"Yes! I know! Your boobs!... I think this is the most two people have used that word in a conversation…"
The eyebrow went even higher, but she didn't said anything. She just stood from the couch and walk to her kitchen. One hand holding the bottle of pills, the other holding her… yes, her boobs.
"What happens if you don't… hold them?" he dared to asked.
She turned around and looked at him with killer eyes.
"I would scream in severe pain", she said with no emotion in her voice and finished her walk to the kitchen.
She walked back to the couch with a bowl of chips with sour cream on her free hand and his jaw dropped.
"What is this? You? Chips? Scully?" he said turning to look at her eating a handful of it.
"Hi, I'm 'Hormonal Scully,' nice to meet you," she said, greeting him with a handshake.
He took a deep breath and tried to leave all jokes aside. She was in actual pain and was so confident around him that she didn't mind the fact that he was in the same room with her in that non-Scully way. So he would be a non-Mulder too, for a night at least.
"Here," he said handing her the beer.
"Thank you… And I'm sorry if you see a lot of my panties or something else tonight… I'm really tired and I don't want to get change."
"Don't worry, Scully. I've seen you naked before, remember?"
She stopped on the sip she was about to give to her beer when she heard his comment. Again, another reminder of that first night when he became more than her customer.
"Hmm… I always thought you weren't actually looking at me, considering the circumstances of that night," she said.
Now he was the one with the eyebrow up in the sky.
"Weren't you also looking?" he asked, leaning a bit to her side.
She smiled and drank more beer.
"Well… Now that you've brought up that night, I guess that's the most 'sex' I've had in years… sex that I've agreed upon, anyway", she said and put the cold bottle of beer on her right boob… It looked like that was the one hurting her the most.
"Yes. Well…"
"Nope, sorry. Not a fan of having sex in this state of pain."
"Yeah, you're right." He would just play along with her. Maybe the conversation they started a few weeks before would get resolved tonight.
"Besides, our first time -if we ever get one- shouldn't be like this," she said.
They both finished their beers in silence. Scully had her eyes closed while she drank it and from time to time she massaged her swollen breast. Mulder was trying not to look too much at her… It was dangerous for him. Yes, she was in pain but, for him, it was simply erotic.
"And…" He needed some conversation. "… Does this happen every month?"
She took a deep breath before answering and opened her eyes to look at him.
"Yes, but… It's been a while since the last time it hurt this much… Maybe I'm just getting older… Anyway… Can we talk about something else? Like… I'm glad you're here and all but, why were you really calling me for?"
He knew he would't fool her that long.
"I wanted you to come with me to check out this bar where Monica wants to perform, but she's still new in the business and I would probably need something more to convince the owner or, better yet, distract him…" he answered and took a sip of a second beer, fearing her response.
She did the same thing with a wicked smile on her lips.
"Hmmm… So, you were in need of my pretty face and my former prostituted body?... I'm sure if the guy would have take a look of these swollen boobs, he would have said yes to anything, but, sorry Mulder, I don't do that kind of business anymore, remember?"
He forced a smile and gave her the truest answer he could, one that didn't involve selling her body. He didn't want her for that.
"I know you don't, of course I do. I was just saying stupid things. I did have to go to the bar, but just to sign the papers… I just wanted you by my side on a Saturday night… Every night, actually…"
"Mulder, we've talked about this…" she said, putting the beer on the table in front of her.
"And I'm not going to talk about it now. Don't worry… You're in pain. Drink your beer. Get drunk."
"So you can take me to bed while I'm drunk?". Too much honesty? she thought.
"I would never do that, Scully, especially after everything you've told me about your past. You should know better," he said, all jokes aside.
She regreted her words.
They both drank their beers in silence again. But suddenly she stood up.
"I'm gonna go put a bra on."
"Are you feeling better? Less swollen?" he was actually concerned about her.
"No. But I shouldn't be dressed like this in front of you…"
"Oh, Scully, come on!" he said and grabbed her hand while she was walking away.
He managed to stopped her and turned her around. Then he stood up from the couch.
"This is your home. You should be comfortable in whatever you want to wear. Don't mind me or… him," he said looking down at his pants, revealing his growing erection.
He'd tried not to… But her legs, her nipples, and the thought of her wearing nothing but a white panties under that white shirt was too arousing.
"… I'm gonna go. Enjoy the rest of the beers," he said and started to walked away.
"There's no point on getting drunk alone, Mulder," she started to walked to the door, where he already was. "You don't have to go and I don't mind the fact that you've been erected since I opened my eyes a moment ago… I can't offer you my body right now, but I know how you feel –you know how I feel- … It will happen…"
He approached to her and hugged her. He needed her to know that he wasn't there just for her body. He could feel a bit of her discomfort from having her swollen breasts pressed to his chest, but she stood in his embrace anyway and that, to him, was a start.
"Are they hot?" he asked all of the sudden, pushing her away from him and watching her boobs a little bit too closely.
"Yes! They are! I thought it was just me imagining things," she said and even though her pain, she hugged him again. "Don't go, please. Stay. I'll promise I'll be a better person tomorrow and I can offer you a nice Sunday… with no swollen boobs."
He smiled at the last part.
"Thank you for the offering, but I'm well aware that you have an early shift tomorrow. So stop making promises you can't keep," he said, still wearing that beautiful smile she already loved.
She looked down, a bit embarrassed of her desperate attempt to make him stay. But, who were they actually kidding? Maybe only themselves, and poorly. They were in love.
It all started that night when, without him really knowing it, he had saved her life from her abbusive ex husband. He had done the exact same thing for her three times now. The man, Jack, was stubborn and wouldn't let her go or be.
Dana knew that, she felt her love for Mulder and was desperate to give it to him without any restraint. But the ghost of Jack was still around in her mind, her broken soul and body, and she needed to heal first. She wanted Mulder to have the woman he deserved.
Right now, she still felt like the broken prostitute in which her husband had turn her into two years ago, when he decided she'd be the only one to made money in their 'family', offering her body to men while he watched them.
She broke the hug and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, don't give up on me yet. I'm here to be yours, I truly am. Give me time," she begged him. "Tonight… I'm…" she started but he needed to interrupted her.
"I'm not here for your body, Dana… Yes, I want you, I won't lie, but you also know how my heart feels about you… And I know that it's not time for us, yet… I know he's still around. Three months ago I made a promise to you, and back then you were just a nice waitress who needed my help in that lonely diner, now you're all I think about and I'm still here to keep that promise, because I lo…"
"Don't", she interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips. "Please, don't. Don't say it yet. This isn't me. This is what he left behind," she said, again with the same pleading eyes.
Life was full of ironies. Before she used to 'wear' those pleading eyes for freedom, for her dignity, for her life… Now, she was begging this wonderful man to wait until she was ready to be loved again.
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