Meet The Barnes

Part 11

by Trycee

Time-Line: Season 6, After Arcadia

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, this is written for fun not profit.

*A special thanks to : EO-Hiphuggers, this was her idea for a story! Thank You very much Chloe!

Scully's eyes fluttered open and she could feel Mulder's even breath against her cheek. She was laying on her back with Mulder's arm draped over her waist. She turned her head and looked directly into Mulder's colorful face. "You're home...I was so worried," she said, searching his eyes.

Mulder smiled and then removed his hand placing it back onto his side. "Yeah, I'm home..."

Scully grinned as they laid there with Mulder pressed against her side. Neither of them dared to move. He reached his hand up and pushed a stray strand of red hair out of his way, as they silently gazed into each other's eyes. Scully licked her lips as Mulder stared. "So how was it?", she said, pushing up and leaning her back against the headboard.

Mulder shook his head. "Scully, I know now why I joined the FBI and not the Army!"

Scully stared at him for a second. "Besides the fact that you're a brilliant mind, Mulder?"

Mulder laughed. "Well there was that and my desire to get as far away from my parents as humanly possible."

"So what happened on your patrol?", she said, her leg resting against his chest.

"For a moment I thought I was in a rerun of Hogan's Hero's..."

"Ha!", Scully huffed, giggling slightly. Mulder smiled back. He sat up and leaned his back against the headboard with his arm touching hers. "Really, Mulder...tell me..."

"We marched around through a bunch of muddy fields and I'm pretty sure it wasn't mud, we piggy-backed on someone's truck and I nearly bounced out when they rounded the curb, we just drove around in circles...It was a complete waste of time...," he sighed.

Scully smiled. "Well, I've about had enough with Georgia and all the rest of those women, Mulder...Too much giggling...Too much eating...I don't think I want to be around another woman for a very long time...except my mother, of course..."

Mulder smirked. "Tired of all the hair pressing and nail biting already Scully?", he mocked.

"God, yes!", she answered. "We really need to crack this case so we can get back to our normal lives..."

"Yeah I agree...There's only so much male bonding I can take..."

Scully glanced up at Mulder. "You miss your couch and videos, don't you?"

Mulder's eyebrows raised. He turned to look Scully in the eyes. "Honestly Scully, I forgot all about them..."

Scully shyly looked away. She turned her head back and they gazed at each other for what felt to Scully like an eternity before Mulder decided to speak. "What about you...what do you miss?"

"My tub...", she sighed. "My fragrances..."

"I miss my clothes...", he said, glancing down at his boxers and then back up to Scully whose eyes had trailed his over his body.

"I miss that too...", she said quietly. "So how long are we still stuck in hell, Mulder?"

"We're making progress...this is just week two, Scully..."

"That's all?", she moaned. "Jesus, that's all..."

Mulder chuckled. "I better get up," he said, swinging his legs to the floor and standing up.

Scully watched as she walked over to the closet. She could see his tanned brown muscular back, his strong arms and legs and her eyes peeked up at the outline of his firm behind. She bit her tongue and forced herself to look away. Mulder searched through all of his clothes for his jeans but the only thing left in his closet was the overalls. "Scully?", he said, holding up the offending outfit. "Where's my pants?"

Scully's eyes widened. "Oh...They're dirty...I didn't get to the laundry yet..."

Mulder walked over to his side of the floor and snatched up his pants from the night before but they were covered in mud. "So all I have to wear is this damn pair of overalls?"

"Yes...", she said, trying to maintain her poker face.

Mulder scrounged up his nose and then grabbed up a white cotton t-shirt, some new boxers and the overalls and headed for the shower, shooting Scully a dirty look. When he closed the door, she smiled and then threw on her robe and walked down stairs. She put a pot of coffee on and then turned on the small radio Mulder had purchased for the kitchen and began to listen to old rock hits when she heard Mulder's heavy footing as he came downstairs into the kitchen.

When she spotted him dressed in the t-shirt and the tight-fitting overalls, her eyes wandered over his entire body and her mouth gaped open slightly. Mulder was staring straight at her. "You know, Scully...it's mighty suspicious that every single pair of jeans I had disappeared all of a sudden..."

Scully blushed bright red and turned away to the sink. Mulder grabbed his coffee cup, filled it and then instead of sitting down, he stood in the doorway. Scully turned and looked back at him, her mouth was nearly watering at the sight of his tall lean body in the tight overalls. Mulder's lip curled up in a smirk. "We've got work to do..."

For several days Mulder earned the respect of the other men while on patrol and during shooting practice while Scully reluctantly attended each potluck at a different house a few times a week. Scully was tired of the lack of personal time within the community. The Group Mindset was the same as within a cult and she was tired of drinking the Koo laid. She knew that if she had one more dessert shove in her face she was gonna take someone out.

Mulder on the other hand was finding it hard to keep from revealing his normally sarcastic sense of humor directed at the wannabe soldiers. He found nearly every patrol comical but he was there to complete a mission and so he did his best to keep up the tough exterior. Mulder's attempt at patience-(which was not his strong-suit except when it came to his Scully)-was beginning to pay off because before he knew it he had been informed by the Colonel that he had been assigned a post and his post was to work with Greg, the Bomb maker.

Greg invited Mulder to his well-kept double wide trailer home and told Mulder that his job was to scout out a target in D.C and report it back to the group. Greg lead Mulder out to a small detached shed in his backyard which to Mulder's surprise housed bomb-making supplies and several partially assembled-bombs.

"We are making a statement," Greg explained to Mulder. "Timothy McVeigh, he is our folk hero, man! He brought them, the U.S. Government to their knees and he wasn't some foreigner either...He was home-grown...a revolutionary!"

Mulder nodded in agreement. "You're the one...", Greg smiled. "The one that can blend in easily...You'd look as comfortable in an office as you would anywhere else...We needed that...We need someone that can blend, go undetected by the Feds or other fascists..."

"I can handle that...", Mulder spoke.

"Good...You go scouting tomorrow...The Colonel and I will be going with you to D.C."

Mulder's eyebrows peeked up. "You think he'd mind if I brought the wife? She's dying to get some new clothes..."

Greg chuckled, shaking his head. "She still hasn't adjusted to life here yet, huh? She still can't let go of that part of her old life, can she?"

"No, not at all...", Mulder smiled.

" It'll be dark but we should get into D.C before all those traffic jams...It's a 2 hr drive to D.C so be ready by 5 am and that includes the wife."

Mulder shook Greg's hand. "Alright, we'll be ready!"

Both Mulder and Scully knew the plan once they got into D.C. Scully would be dropped off at the Georgetown Mall where she'd meet Skinner in a bookstore, handing him the tapes they had recorded while being wired while Mulder would scout out potential target in D.C that were prime for bombing. They were both wearing a wire on the trip as they rode in the back-seat of the Colonel's pickup truck but no 'business' was discussed in her presence, Scully noticed.

Mulder sat with Scully stretched out, asleep on his lap. He stroked her hair throughout the ride until the Colonel pulled up in front of the mall. Scully sat up and they both locked eyes. They knew that their time as a pretend-married couple had come to an end. Mulder opened his door and stepped out. He placed his hands on Scully's waist and she held onto his shoulder's as he placed her on the ground. He looked into Scully's bright blue eyes and his heart skipped a beat. She was dressed plainly in a t-shirt and jeans,. Scully's true height was evident, she came only half way up his chest. Her normally styled cropped hair was wild and frizzy, she had no makeup on, showing each freckle typically hidden under a light layer of makeup and her usual red lips were pink instead. She was the most gorgeous thing Mulder had ever seen. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and she slid her arms around his waist. "We'll be back in about two hours to pick you up...Be careful, honey...", Mulder said, looking into her striking blue eyes.

"Be right here!", the Colonel yelled out of the window.

Scully nodded and Mulder lifted Scully's chin and leaned in for a final kiss. She reached up on her tiptoes and Mulder pressed his lips against hers. It was a soft closed-mouth kiss, a soft brush of his lips against hers. She could feel a tingle throughout her entire body. They locked eyes as they held each-other.

"Come on you two!", Greg said as he watched the couple. "Enough already..."

Mulder smiled and let his hand slide down from her shoulder to her arm and then slip into her hand. He squeezed her fingers and reluctantly let go. She locked onto his his eyes and then turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Mulder got back into the truck and closed the door. Greg turned to the Colonel. "They're still lovey-dovey cause they don't have baby barf all over the them!"

"Yeah," the Colonel laughed. "Give it some time...they won't wanna be around each other..."

"Not us," Mulder cut in. "It's been almost seven years and I can't get enough of her...", he said, staring out the window as the shops and stores he knew so well sped past him.

The Colonel smirked and winked at Greg. "I wouldn't either if my wife looked like that..."

Scully walked past the other customers many who stopped and stared at her plain country outfit. She ignored them and walked into the bookstore, by-passing all of the rows until she reached the Occult section where Walter Skinner was browsing. Scully pulled out the tapes from her purse. "Here's the evidence..."

Skinner looked Scully over once and then grabbed the tapes from her hand. "We're tailing the truck...We're recording their conversation...and Mulder's still wired..."

"Good," Scully said, relieved.

"Let's get you back...", Skinner said, walking towards the door with Scully a few steps behind.

The truck sped past the White House with Mulder and Greg pointing out all the visible security including sharp shooters. "Too heavily fortified," Mulder added.

They drove past the Lincoln Monument and other sites. "We need the perfect target one we can easily access and one with maximum potential for causalities," Greg stated.

The Colonel smiled wickedly. "I've got it! The Vietnam Veterans Memorial. That'll leave a mark!"

Mulder inwardly cringed. "Sounds good...it's public, lots of visitors and makes a statement against the U.S. Government..."

"Exactly!", the Colonel laughed. "Now let's go pickup that pretty little wife of yours..."

When the Colonel stopped at a red light, two cars drove in front of him as cars surrounded him on all sides, blocking them in. Skinner and a few other agents in bullet proof gear jumped out surrounding the truck, their guns with red light pointing directly at all three men including Mulder. The car door was opened and each men were yanked out and thrown on the ground, handcuffed and thrown in the back of police van and whisked off to the police station. The colonel and Greg were placed in separate holding cells while Mulder was un-cuffed. Scully had gone home quickly to change and had brought back one of Mulder's suits she kept in her closest. Skinner handed Mulder his suit and he quickly changed. He was grateful to be back in his normal clothes, back to his normal self. He rejoined Scully and noticed that she was dressed in one of her suits, her hair though done quickly was no longer the curly frizz ball of before and though she still had no makeup, she had managed to put on some lipstick returning her cute pink lips to its red glory.

Both Mulder and Scully took in each other's appearance. There was a flash, a moment between them only visible to themselves. Mulder forced himself to look away from her. Scully glanced down at her feet. It was back to business.

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