Chapter 8 – Day 3
It had been awkward to say the least when we were woken up by a very concerned Mr. Mulder, as we were lying naked on the couch only covered in a blanket.
"Fox!" he said surprised and disappointed at the same time. "You promised you wouldn't!"
"Dad!" Mulder said equally surprised. "Dad, I… I am sorry."
"Get your clothes on, okay? I'll be back in ten minutes and then we're gonna have a very serious conversation!"
And with that Mr. Mulder stormed out of the apartment. Mulder and I got up and began to take our clothes from yesterday on. I felt so stupid! I shouldn't have let this happen; I was supposed to be the reasonable one in this relationship. And now Mulder was unbelievable embarrassed because me: Me and my God damn libido. I imagined if it had been one of my parents walking in on us, and how embarrassed that would have made me.
"I am so sorry, Mulder! I shouldn't have let this happen!" I told him taking his hand as he sat in the couch dressed and looking very red.
"What? It's not your fault, Scully", he chuckled slightly. "I am just angry at myself for falling asleep. I should have waked you up when I thought about it but instead I just fell asleep myself", he sighed annoyed over himself.
"Don't blame yourself, Mulder. Let's just say it was an accident, okay? I mean, neither of us did it on purpose, that's for sure. And your dad has been nice towards me so far, I don't think he'll send me home or anything. He might tell my parents, but that was bound to happen sooner or later anyway!"
"Yeah, I know you're right, Scully", he smiled taking my hand. "Right now, I just don't want anyone to know about our sex life, and especially not your dad!"
"He'll get over it somehow, I am sure", I half lied; I wasn't quite sure how he would take this, I did hope he would understand though.
"I guess he'll have to, since I am not planning on disappearing out of your life anytime soon", he smirked.
Once again the doubts from yesterday ran through me. He promised to stay with me, but who was to say what the future would bring? Suddenly I felt scared once more, and suddenly Mr. Mulder finding out about us didn't seem like that big of a complication.
"You seem worried, Scully! I am sure he won't be that bad", Mulder tried to comfort me; not knowing what was going on in my head for once.
Luckily, I didn't have to answer because Mr. Mulder was now back. He walked straight towards us and started pacing around in front of the couch where we were seated.
"Alright", he began and paced a few more times past us before stopping up and finally talking. "So… did you lie to me yesterday, Fox?"
"I… I am sorry, dad. Yes, I lied", Mulder told him looking down still holding my hand for comfort.
"Alright", he sighed. "Fox, have you even considered the fact that she's under age?"
"What?" Mulder asked just as surprised as I must have been looking; we hadn't been expecting that!
"You are 18, Fox. And Dana you are only 17. I know it was consenting but I don't know if Mr. Scully will see it that way, and if he doesn't you could be accused of rape, Fox!"
"What? Rape?" Mulder mumbled letting go of my hand hiding his face in his hands. "Why would you say something like that, dad?"
"It's the facts, Fox", he simply stated.
Mulder kept hiding. I think the mere thought of hurting me caused him pain deep inside, and that someone could think that of him, made him sad. I put my hand on his shoulder in a soothing way.
"No one could think that of you, Mulder", I told him. "Especially not my dad; he adores you, Mulder, you know that. He has known you since you were 13, and he knows what kind of friend you are."
He sighed deep and seemed a little better. His dad wasn't finished yet though.
"How could you lie to me, Fox?" he asked shaking his head in disbelief.
"So, I am not allowed to make a little mistake? You have made me believe for five years that it was my fault!" he raised his voice and stood up from the couch. "I thought you blamed me, dad! I thought it was my fault that Samantha…" his voice broke as he said her name, and the tears were welling up in his eyes.
"Fox… I never knew. I never thought that!" he said and reached out to him.
"I didn't think you loved me anymore, dad", he whispered a stray tear trailing down his cheek.
"Dana, do you mind giving us some privacy?" his dad asked me politely with a hand on his son's shoulder.
"She doesn't have to go!" Mulder said.
"No, it's okay, Mulder. I think you need to be alone", I told him and went to the guest room.
I grabbed my mp3 player and lied down on the bed letting them have their privacy as I let the music flow through my head.
About six songs later I felt someone caress my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Mulder standing over me. I could tell he had been crying but he smiled as well so I reckoned it had all ended well. I stopped the music and placed the mp3 player on the bedside table and held out my hands for Mulder to come lay with me. He accepted my invitation and rested his head next to my chest, having me holding him for once. Letting me comfort him, and allowing himself to be weak.
"I could lay like this forever", he finally spoke sighing content.
"Yeah, me too", I agreed rubbing his back slightly.
"He said he wouldn't tell your parents", Mulder stated. "But he said we would have to do it."
"I know", I sighed. "He's right. I think it's better if we're just honest instead of lying even further to them."
"Yup. I am getting tired of keeping everything a secret anyway. I want the world to know I am with the most beautiful and smartest girl anyone could ever imagine", he told me giving me a squeeze.
"Yeah, you're pretty lucky", I giggled.
"I sure am", he smiled and kissed my breast outside my t-shirt.
"Stop it Mulder", I told him before he did it again. "Maybe we shouldn't do stuff like that unless we're totally alone."
"But we are", he smirked. "Dad went grocery shopping."
"Oh, did he now?" I asked playfully bringing my lips to his.
(-)
We had spent the day going to a couple of museums and for a walk in the park with Mr. Mulder. It had really been a great day, and I loved seeing Mulder bond more and more with his father. It seemed like something had really changed after their conversation, and they now seemed to have a better understanding for one another. There was fifteen minutes till the party began but Mulder and I had decided on not being some of the first ones there since we practically didn't know anyone there. I was just fixing my hair, as I was wearing my new light blue jeans that clung perfectly to my legs, hips, and bum, a white top I definitely wouldn't have worn to church, and a couple of black heels.
"Looking good", Mulder commented as he entered the room and leaned against the door frame.
"You're not too bad yourself", I told him smiling, seeing his reflection in the mirror; standing there in his khaki pants, black dress shirt, and grey converse. "You look posh."
"Scully…" he grinned. "Have you been watching 'Skins' again?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him a bit scared, I had been watching Skins.
"When you use words like; posh, fit, mate, and shag, it's not because of your British inheritance", he laughed.
"Mulder!" I laughed as well. "Never in my life have I said shag!"
"You should. I like shag", he smirked biting his lip.
"Well, I know that", I smiled and giggled as I did my makeup.
"You know, we could just stay home", he whispered wrapping his arms around my waist.
"We promised Riley to come, Mulder", I told him. "Besides, I wanna dance."
"In that case, we better get going then", he said and kissed my cheek tenderly.
"Let's", I said and grabbed his hand and walked out of the room.
"Have fun kids", Mr. Mulder yelled after us as we headed out.
"Thanks", we yelled back.
"Be home by midnight, okay?"
"Okay", Mulder yelled back.
As we arrived to the big house located just out of town with no close neighbors, perfect for parties, the music boomed from inside the house. There were a few guys standing outside the house having a cig and a couple of couples making out up against the wall. We walked in and were met by something I had only seen in movies. There were so many young people everywhere dancing and talking and laughing and kissing. I saw a guy run after a giggling girl, headed upstairs. I dragged Mulder to the living room where the music was. There actually was a DJ and right now he was playing some familiar Justin Timberlake song.
"Wanna dance?" Mulder asked me smiling wide.
"Yes", I told him and put my arms around his neck.
We started swaying to the music and danced wildly, chuckling the whole time. After about five songs we sat down in the couch by the wall as the people who had just sat there headed to the dance floor.
"I am gonna get us something to drink, Scully", he told me and got up again. "Hold my seat", he chuckled and leaned down to kiss me before he left.
"Of course", I said and deepened the kiss.
Deep down I felt like Mulder would leave me any second and I was more than happy to be intimate with him right now. When we kissed or made love it was like all my doubts disappeared. I let my hands roam his hair and I traced his lips with my tongue. When he pulled away he had a goofy smile on his face and I couldn't help my heart from skipping a beat. I watched him as he went towards the kitchen where the drinks were. He made his way through the crowd and disappeared out the opening to the hallway. I looked around the room at the people dancing. A lot of them looked very drunk and it made me giggle slightly. There was especially this one girl with long dark hair in a black fitting dress. She was dancing with a far out look on her face, a drink in her hand, and two quite handsome tall boys. She bobbed her head from side to side as she rubbed up against one of the boys with her back towards him while she maintained eye contact with the other one and put her hands on his chest in a very claiming way.
As I had been watching the drunken girl Riley had come over. He was suddenly sitting next to me.
"Wow, I didn't see you there", I laughed. "Hi Riley, great party!"
"Thanks", he smiled. "Where's Fox?"
"Mulder!" she corrected him, "Is just getting us some drinks."
"Cool", he grinned, and quite obviously looked me over causing me to blush. "You look nice", he finally said, after keeping his eyes on my chest a good minute.
"Thanks", I told him, and involuntarily pulled my top up, trying to hide my cleavage. "You know that girl?" I asked him nodding towards the dark haired girl who was now making out with a third guy – she surely didn't waste any time.
"The one in the black dress smooching the blond guy?" he asked grinning, as I nodded yes. "That's my friend actually. Her name is Ashley Hope. I have known her since kindergarten."
"Oh", I said nodding. "She is pretty wild, isn't she?"
"You could say that", he laughed. "More so when she has had a few drinks. I should probably go save her before she does something she'll regret."
"That's probably a wise idea", I grinned as she actually groped the guy right in the crotch.
Just as Riley had got up Mulder returned with two plastic cups. I took the one he offered me and took a big sip of it. I could taste the alcohol instantly.
"Mulder!" I said shocked. "What is this?"
"I was told it's orange juice and vodka", he smiled. "You don't like it?"
"Well…" I took another sip. "It's quite good actually", I admitted.
"I thought so too. Besides, we've never drunken before so I thought it would be nice to try."
"We have been drinking before, Mulder!" I told him taking a gulp of my drink. "You don't remember Melissa's graduation?"
"A glass of champagne doesn't count as drinking, Scully! Even though you got kinda intoxicated from only two glasses, and wanted to make out in the closet", he smirked leaning down on me.
"You're trying to get me drunk, Mulder?" I asked him flirting.
"Sure", he smiled. "I saw you talked to Riley by the way…" he trailed off.
"Yeah I did. You wanna say hello as well?" I asked him, trying to locate Riley in the room.
"No, no. That's okay, Scully. I just wondered what you talked about", he said not meeting my eyes.
"Nothing in particular. I asked him who some drunk girl was, and he said it was a friend of his, and then he went to stop her from embarrassing herself too much", I smiled at the memory of the funny drunken girl.
"Oh okay", Mulder nodded. "What do you think of Riley?"
"He seems cool", I shrugged. "It was nice of him to invite us, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure. I don't like the way he look at you though…" he admitted and blushed a little.
"Well, as long as you trust me you don't have anything to fear", I told him caressing his cheek, but thinking of my own doubts once again. I knew I could never want anyone else than Mulder, but the possibility of him wanting someone else seemed very likely.
"I love you", he whispered giving me a gentle kiss. "And I trust you!" he assured me and kissed me more passionately the second time.
"Good", I whispered back as we pulled away for air.
We danced some more and drank some more and suddenly it was time to go home. We found Riley and thanked him for the awesome party. I gave him a goodbye hug which he enjoyed a little too much as he held me tight a few seconds too long.
We held hands as we walked the fifteen minutes walk back to Mr. Mulder's apartment. It started to rain but we made it home before it started it became a problem and we managed not to get wet.
As we made it home Mr. Mulder was waiting up for us.
"Hi kids! You had fun?" he asked us as he put down his book.
"Yeah, it was great", Mulder answered. "You waited up for us?"
"No…" Mr. Mulder said not very convincing. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to read."
"Oh okay. Sure", Mulder grinned. "Well we better get to bed."
"Yeah, goodnight Mr. Mulder", I said polite as we walked towards our rooms.
"Hey, I just got an idea!" Mulder said and stopped me in my tracks. "Wait here!"
I waited as he ran to my room and came out with a camera and a smile on his face.
"Hey dad! You wanna take our picture?" he asked him walking back to the living room.
Mr. Mulder agreed and Mulder and I stood against the wall. I felt happy as I thought about how cute Mulder was and I grinned as he snuck his arm around me and held me close to his side. The camera flashed and Mr. Mulder smiled at the outcome.
"Thanks Mr. Mulder", I told him and accepted my camera back. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight kids", he chuckled as we went to the guest room.
I threw my heels off and let Mulder give me a loving hug. I sighed deeply and rested my head on his chest, wishing we could stay like this.
"Are you okay?" he whispered to me as his hand traced circles on my back.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You've seemed kind of distant since… well since yesterday."
"I have?" I said surprised he had noticed. I guess I couldn't hide anything from him. "Well… there's something we need to talk about, Mulder."
He went quiet, took a step back, and looked shocked at me. "Is it serious?"
"Yes, it is kind of serious actually. It's about us", I said honest but I couldn't look him in the eyes.
"What is it, Scully?" he asked me concern written in his face.
"I don't really know how to say this, Mulder…" I started. "But that thing you said yesterday… that you can never love anyone else. Well it got me thinking that… I feel the same…"
"Oh! But hat's a good thing", he said as he pulled me in for a hug.
I pushed him away though.
"Isn't it?" he asked, concerned and worried once again.
"I don't know, Mulder. We are so young! What if we can't make this work? Or what if you get tired of me?" I asked him tears welling up in my eyes.
"That won't happen, Scully", he told me firm. "How could I ever tire of you? And we are already making it happen. I don't think anyone could ever love you, or love anyone else for that matter, as much as I love you!" Mulder said and tried to pull me in for a hug again.
"No, Mulder!" I told him. "Maybe we should wait."
"Wait with what?" he asked not understanding.
"Wait to be together. Just until we're older. That way we would be more mature, and have the chance to be with someone else if we should feel the need", I said not able to look him in the eyes as my voice was barely a whisper.
"You wanna be with someone else?" he asked, hurt evident in his voice.
"No", the tears started falling. "But I know you will want it at some point."
"I won't, Dana!" he said harsh. "I just want you!"
"You say that now…"
"No, I have always wanted you, and I always will, Dana!" he said and tried to hug me again. This time I let him. I buried my head in his chest and let the tears fall. I could feel him crying as well as he held me close and let his tears drop into my hair. "Don't doubt my words. Trust me, Dana", he whispered.
"I do", I told him. "I do trust you. But how can you know you won't feel different in the future?"
"I know because you'll always be the same to me. The same way you know you'll always love your mother and father, the same way do I know I'll always love you. This love is just greater than any other love, which only makes it stronger. And the fact that we are young… does it really matter?"
His words had soothed me. He had put shame to my doubts and I felt guilty for having thought of him as anything else than the man he is. I realized I had no reason to doubt him, he had never given me any reason not to trust him and I realized that I had truly shown him distrust. I hadn't trusted the things he said to me. It also dawned on me that these fears partially had appeared because I simply hadn't believed how happy I was. I just needed to believe in love. Even though it seemed too good to be true, it was nonetheless the truth and in that second I accepted it.
Just as I was about to tell Mulder that I was sorry for being so stupid, his dad knocked hard on the door.
"I think it's time to go to bed, Fox!" he said strictly.
"I'll be out in a minute, okay?" he asked.
"I am going to bed now, Fox, and so are you!" he said, not really trusting us to find to bed on our own, since it was more than likely we would find the same bed.
Mulder sighed irritated. "We'll talk this through tomorrow, Scully", he told me and kissed my forehead before he slowly walked to the door.
I offered him a big smile before he went out, and it seemed to relax him a lot as he smiled back.
I went over to my suitcase to change to my pajamas as I saw my cell phone blinking away. Shit! Our home number had called 8 times. I pressed the green button and held the phone to my ear. It was answered right away.
"Dana?" my mom's worried voice said.
"Yeah mom it's me", I told her.
"Hello?" she said – bad connection.
I went to the living room but she still couldn't hear me. I walked to the kitchen, still no luck. I unlocked the front door and walked down the hallway before she could finally hear me.
"Can you hear me now?" I said for the twentieth time.
"Yes! Dana, why haven't you answered your phone?"
"I am sorry. I forgot my phone at home. Mulder and I went to a party", I told her kind of proud. I had never been invited to a party before.
"Really? That sounds lovely, Dana – just remember your phone another time, okay?"
"Of course, mom, I am really sorry I made you so worried."
"Don't worry too much about it, Dana" she said – classic Margaret Scully: she never liked if someone didn't feel good, because of her. "Did you have fun at the party? When did you have to be home?"
"Yeah, it was pretty funny, and we danced most of the night away. Mr. Mulder had said we had to be home by midnight so we were of course", I told her in my good girl voice.
"I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Well I should probably go to bed, Dana. Your dad says hi by the way."
"Tell him hi back. Goodnight mom."
"Night, honey. I'll see you tomorrow night, right?"
"Yup. We'll be home in time for dinner."
"Great. I'll ask Teena over tomorrow for dinner then. And you can tell Mr. Mulder that he is more than welcome to join us as well."
"That sounds cool, mom. I will be sure to do that. Bye for now", I said and started to go back to the apartment.
"Bye, honey", and with that we hung up.
That was weird! The door to the apartment was wide open. I was sure I had closed it behind me. As I walked in Mr. Mulder was standing in the living room looking very worried. I thought he had gone to bed already.
"Dana! Where's Fox?" he asked worried.
"What do you mean; 'Where is he?' He went to bed, didn't he?" I asked absolutely puzzled.
"He said you were leaving him. He ran after you, he said he had heard you leave."
"I was calling my mother. I just went out to get a better connection on the phone."
"Oh, this is not good! He went out in his pants and undershirt! It's raining outside – we need to go after him."
"Oh, Mulder!" I said rubbing my eyes. "You stupid… Mr. Mulder, where do you think he is?"
"I don't know", he said shaking his head. "We're taking the car, come on!"
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Yeah, major mix-up on Mulder's side. He's probably lying in a ditch, bleeding to death from being stabbed by muggers, in the cold, cold rain and wearing nothing but his undershirt. Yeah, it could really be that bad – and it's gonna be if you don't review! Haha, yeah I am just kidding… or am I? You really wanna test your luck?
