Summer of '81

A/N: so this is my first fan fiction, kinda scary...

I only started watching the X-files this year, after the revival started. I liked what I saw in the first episode and started binge watching the complete series before going further with the revival.

Usual stuff applies: I do not own the characters you recognize, the belong to CC, 1013, FOX, Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. I am not making money out of this. I only play with them and have them let some fun.

This is an AU, starting in 1981. Mulder and Scully meet in London and we take things from there. I hate unfinished fics, so I will do my best to finish this one.

It will change POV from Scully to Mulder during the chapters, at least in the beginning.

Rating wise it will start out low, but if I have enough courage it will end up an M.

Chapter 1

Dana Katherine Scully had graduated from High School with honors and was now experiencing and enjoying the rewards. Her parents had let her go on a trip to Europe with her best friend Ellen, even if she was just 17 years old. So far she had the best summer of her live. And it was only going to get better.

'I can't believe our trip is almost over!' Dana said while they were waiting at the airport in Amsterdam for their flight to London. 'I had so much fun these 3 weeks. I really don't want to go home yet.' she whined.

'Well, we're not done yet,' her friend Ellen said. 'We still have a couple of days in merry England to enjoy ourselves, you know!'

'Yeah, I know, but next Sunday, and that's only four days away, we will have to go back home. Go off to college and start growing up for real!'

The PA system sounded. 'Boarding for flight KLM2402 to London starts at gate D3, please make your way over to the gate.'

'That's us Dana, only a short 1 hour flight to London and then we'll show those stuffy Brits how to have fun.'

They had spent the last 2,5 weeks enjoying all that Europe had to offer. Or at least all the could cram in to the short space of time they were there. Before they had left, they had made an itinerary. They had decided not to go overboard and try to see everything, but take time to enjoy the things they really wanted to see. So the started in Paris, flew to Rome, took the train to Amsterdam and now they were on their last leg of the journey. They both really wanted to end up in London, so that was the end of the journey.

Paris had been fabulous, they climbed they Eiffel Tour, had expensive coffees on the Champs-Elysée.

In Rome they went to the Vatican and saw a lot of churches. They also visited the Colosseum and the Pantheon. They had cappuccinos near the Trevi fountain and made a wish as they threw a few lire in to the fountain. Dana had loved Rome, with all its churches. She was raised Catholic and for her, being at the Vatican was overwhelming.

In Amsterdam they enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere. They even went to a coffee shop and smoked a joint. She hadn't been that giddy, ever. It wasn't something she wanted to do again, she kinda felt guilty for doing it, but it was an experience she wouldn't have wanted to miss.

And now they were on their way to London. During their trip they had stayed in hostels and had been out for drinks a few times. They both had gotten a lot of male attention. Ellen had even kissed a few of the men, but Dana always turned them down. She didn't want a one time thing. She'd had a boyfriend with whom she broke up just before leaving for Europe, but they hadn't gone further than second base, and that was only once. She just hadn't felt comfortable with him to do anything more.

Ellen complained that she was a prude, and that she just had to let go and enjoy herself. These men here didn't care that they wouldn't see her again. They would take what ever they could get. Dana just didn't want her first time to be with some stranger in a country far from home. She actually was a good Catholic girl, not believing in premarital sex. Or at least she thought she did.

Their flight from Amsterdam to London was short. During it they discussed all they wanted to do while they were there.

'I definitely want to see Buckingham Palace, the Tower and the Tower Bridge and St. Paul Cathedral,' Dana said as they were preparing for their decent to Heathrow Airport. It was only 1 in the afternoon on Thursday. Their flight back to America was on Sunday evening at nine o'clock.

'I want to go to a pub and have a last summer fling,' Ellen said. 'See if what they say about the British is really true, if they are really so repressed sexually.'

'Ellen, is that all you can think about?'

'Well, we can't all be good Catholic girls Dana.' Ellen said smiling. 'You know, maybe we could find you some nice English boy who would be scared shitless about doing anything else but kissing you. You really should at least kiss someone while we are out here, you know. It'll be something you can tell your grandchildren about when you're old and grey. Tell them you were naughty for once in your life. One time you didn't listen to that silly voice in your head and listened to your heart, and more importantly to your body, for once in your life. And that it didn't kill you!'

Dana huffed and put her seat belt on. 'Okay, we'll go to a pub on Friday, but if you are going to ditch me, please be careful!'

Little did she know that she would be doing the ditching this time.

After an uneventful landing they made their way over to the luggage bands and took the train to the city. Their hostel was close to Paddington Station, so they didn't have to take the underground.

After checking in they went to their room. It turned out to be a four person room and they shared it with two girls from Germany. They had a bunk-bed and Dana took the top bunk while Ellen put her stuff down on the lower bunk.

The girls from Germany, Ilse and Margrit, had also just arrived at the hostel. They seemed nice enough and the four of them decided to go out for a meal together.

They found a pub close by and enjoyed getting to know each other. Ilse and Margrit were 18 years old and were going to stay for a week to enjoy the summer in London.

After dinner Ilse and Margrit decided that the wanted to unwind from the trip and go back to the hostel. Ellen and Dana decided to go for a walk in the vicinity of the hostel. There would be time for sleeping later. Hyde Park was nearby and they ended up walking around, enjoying the un-English summer evening. Around 11 o'clock they headed back to the hostel to sleep.

On Friday the four girls discussed their plans for the next day. They had breakfast together and split up after that. They did make plans to go to dinner that evening and then go out for the night. They agreed to meet at the hostel at six, so they would have time to change in something more appropriate to go out in.

Dana and Ellen took the subway from Paddington Station to London Bridge Station via Bank and Monument Station. They crossed the Thames over the Tower Bridge.

'This really is a beautiful bridge,' Dana commented while they were walking over the bridge with the two blue turrets.

They visited the Tower of London and enjoyed the ghost stories. For lunch they bought something inside the Tower and after lunch they went to visit the Crown Jewels. They were beautiful.

After they left the Tower, they decided to go for a walk along the embankment and just enjoy the weather, before heading back to the hostel.

'Dana, please, just wear the skirt. You look really hot in it.'

The skirt Ellen was talking about, was a short, tight black skirt covered with lace Dana had bought in Paris. She had fallen in love with it, but was sure she was never going to wear. To go with it she had bought a tight maroon tank top. It had a really low neckline, showing of her (in her mind small) cleavage. The maroon complemented her complexion and highlighted her red hair.

'I don't know Ellen. I don't even know why I bothered to buy it. I will never, ever wear this back home.'

'So wear it now! Than at least you haven't spend all that money for nothing. And you really look hot. With the right hair style, the right make-up and killer come-fuck-me heals you'll have to beat the guys of off you tonight!'

Finally Dana conceded and wore the outfit. Complete with the come-fuck-me heals and more make-up than she was used to.

All four girls looked amazing when they left the hostel. They took the underground to the city center and found a pub with boots and a small dance floor in the back. It was 8 o'clock when their food arrived and even though they were underage, they all had a glass of wine (or two or three) with their diner.

A/N 2: please let me know what you think. I already have chapter 2 ready and am currently working on chapter 3.