A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've gone through like three computers in one month and I really hate Dell. -.- oh well, I finally got my old computer to work and now I can write... on word pad, so bare with me, okay? A few months (?) ago, Rachel sent me 'Fill Me In' by Craig David and it heavily inspired this chapter.
Dedication: To you. For still reading this. I love you.
Disclaimer: I own them not, and that fact kills me.
It had been a whole day since John and Monica's blow out, no one had seen or heard from him and Monica sulked around the house all day. Mulder and Scully sat on the roof, watching the sun fade and the sky grow dark, a companionable silence between them.
"So your dad comes home tomorrow?" Mulder looked at her.
"Yep. And Bill the day after." Scully told him, laying back on the roof and tucking her arm beneath her head.
"Guess I'll have to make myself scarce." Mulder leaned back on his elbows.
"Don't do that. Bill's an idiot and if he wants to start a fight, then he can have a fun time fighting with himself -I am so not in the mood for it." Scully yawned into her hand.
"I'm hungry." Mulder said, glancing at his watch, "They opened the drive-in, want to go?"
"Sure." Scully shrugged.
They climbed back through the window and into her room. Scully slid on her flip-flops and grabbed her purse, taking Mulder's hand they walked out of the room and down the stairs. Mrs. Scully was in the kitchen filling out the bills for that month, "Where are you two off to?"
"The root beer stand." Scully said, running a hand through her long hair.
"Home by curfew please." Mrs. Scully replied.
"Yes Ma'am." Mulder said and they walked out the door. The night air was warm and the birds chirped in the background, it was beginning to feel like summer. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, hips bumping on occasion and the air nearly electric between them.
"It's so beautiful out." Scully said, brushing back the hair that the breeze had blown into her face.
"Yeah it is." Mulder looked around. The city was aglow, the gray sky above them lit by the street lights. The clock on the Courthouse was fifteen minutes off and the church bells chimed eight times. Kids were running around town, jaywalking and using the handrails on the Courthouse steps for skateboarding. It was just another small town Friday night.
The walk to the root beer stand didn't take very long. It was a small yellow building tucked in between the Culligan building and the barbershop, it rested along the rail road tracks and stayed open until eleven on Fridays. The parking lot was packed and teenagers lay on top the picnic tables, eating chili cheese fries and drinking homemade root beer.
Mulder and Scully walked up the window and placed their orders, two root beer floats and an order of chili cheese fries to split. They took a seat at the last vacant picnic table and watched the waitresses flit around; running from cars to the window with trays of food and to picnic tables. A speaker overhead played the local top 40's and Carlos Santana was strumming out a dancing rhythm on his guitar.
"I love this place." Scully said after their food came.
"Me too." Mulder popped a cheese coated fry into his mouth.
"It's addictive." Scully sipped her root beer. "Wow. I can actually feel my blood sugar climbing."
"Here. Have a fry." Mulder said and held out a fry. Scully laughed and took it from his hand, cheese sauce getting all over her chin. Mulder wiped it off with his thumb and then licked it.
"Eww!" Scully exclaimed.
"What?" Mulder asked, taking a bite of ice cream with his plastic spoon.
"You.. the cheese... my face... you probably ate my face crud." Scully exclaimed.
"You have face crud?!" Mulder asked, putting on a mock shocked face.
"Shut up." Scully shoved him, picking up a goo covered fry and eating it.
A train passed by on the tracks and all the teenagers cheered, standing on tables and clapping their hands. Mulder and Scully amongst them. When the crowd died down, Mulder turned to Scully, "We just cheered over a train."
"Our enthusiasm.... it shocks me." Scully giggled.
"Me too." Mulder chuckled.
When there food was gone, they tossed their trash in the bin and waved good-bye to their classmates, walking hand in hand back the same way they came. Scully hoped on Mulder's back half-way through and he carried her the rest of the way.
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"Hey." Monica knocked on Scully's door.
"Hey." Scully put down her book, "How you feelin'?"
"Wore out. Emotionally exhausted." Monica sat in Scully's computer chair, "Where's Mulder?"
"He had to go home. He'll be back later." Scully was glad she could be honest with Monica, she hated having to lie to her parents. They would never understand though.
Monica nodded, "I feel like the cautionary whale."
"Nice." Scully chuckled, "You look gorgeous."
"Thank you. Liar." Monica rolled her eyes.
"Mon. Cheer up. John's an ass." Scully sat up and leaned on her knees, resting her chin in her hands.
"I know, but he's my ass and I love him." Monica made a face.
"You guys will work it out." Scully promised her.
"How do you know?"
"Cause, Melissa said so ages ago. You two are meant to be." Scully reassured her.
"Well, if Melissa says so." Monica laughed, she knew how much stock Scully put in her sisters beliefs, but she appreciated the vote of confidence.
"Okay." Scully stood up and stretched, her sweats sliding down and she readjusted them, "You need a girl night."
"What?" Monica asked.
"We're gonna do facials and our nails and we're gonna have an awesome time doing it." Scully decided.
"That does sound good." Monica said and followed Scully to the bathroom. Monica sat on the counter while Scully got the ingredients. The green cooling face mask was coated on their faces -hair pulled up on top their heads. While the masks dried, they painted each others finger and toe nails. Monica's were a dark purple and Scully's emerald green.
"So are you and Mulder going to prom?" Monica asked as she coated Scully's nail with the green laquer.
"I don't know." Scully blew air on her drying hand.
"You guys should. I'll help you pick out a dress.... cause there is no way I am going." Monica sighed.
"You know, you may be missing out on something, but you're gaining a lot." Scully told her.
"Yeah. About thirty pounds."
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"Hey." Mulder climbed in the open window at midnight.
"Hi." Scully smiled at him and pulled back the covers on her bed so that he could climb in beside her. Mulder toed off his shoes and pulled off his outer layers of clothes, he crawled in beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear.
"I love you too." She linked hands with him.
"Your face looks shiny." Mulder said and traced his hand over it, "And smooth."
"Monica and I did facials." Scully chuckled, "It put her in a better mood."
"I'm glad." Mulder kissed her lightly.
"We painted our nails too." Scully held up her hand, "See?"
"Beautiful." Mulder chuckled.
"So, Mon mentioned something to me." Scully turned on her side and proped her chin up on her hand.
"What's that?" Mulder asked, locking eyes with her.
"Prom is in a few weeks." Scully told him.
"Do you want to go?"
"Do you want to go?"
"That's a mean answer, Dana Scully." Mulder chuckled.
"I guess, I'd like to go. I mean, if it's a total bust and ends up being stupid, then we can just skip the whole charade next year." Scully explained.
"Well, it's settled then. We'll go." Mulder kissed her lightly.
"Sounds good to me." Scully replied, playing with his fingers.
--
They drifted off around three a.m. legs intertwined and Scully's head on his chest. Mr. Scully had arrived home earlier than expected and opened the door to his youngest daughter's room, "Dana, wak-- WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Dad!?" Scully sat up right in bed.
"What's going on?" Mulder sat up and opened his eyes, "Mr. Scully... oh god... I.. I..."
"Get up. Get dressed. Down stairs. Now!" Mr. Scully directed.
"Yes sir." They said in unison.
"What's going on?" Maggie Scully stood in the hallway in her nightrobe and pajamas. Mr. Scully pointed at the two teenagers, throwing their clothes on, "Oh, Dana." She breathed.
Scully and Mulder filed out of the room and down the stairs, Charlie and Monica stood in the hallway and watched them with worried eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Scully followed them down the stairs. They sat on opposite ends of the couch as Mr. Scully paced back and forth.
"William.. calm down." Maggie tried to reason with him.
"No." William grumbled.
"Dad.." Scully whispered, her face red and her eyes filled with tears.
"Mr. Scully... I'm sorry." Mulder said quietly.
"This is reckless and irresponsible." Mr. Scully spoke in the voice he never used with his kids, only with the people in his crew.
"Yes sir." They mumbled.
"William, don't be rash." Mrs. Scully urged.
"Stay out of this Maggie." Mr. Scully snapped.
--
"Monica." Charlie whispered, they sat at the top of the stairs listening in, "Are they gonna break up?"
"I don't think they have a choice bub." Monica wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"This sucks." Charlie said and leaned against Monica.
"I know."
--
"You two are not to see each other." Mr. Scully demanded.
"But... Dad!" Scully exclaimed.
"No! Dana Katherine. You're grounded. And if I see you around here Fox Mulder..." He was too angry to finish his sentence, "Get out of my house."
Mulder opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He gave Scully a look and then got up, leaving the house.
"Daddy!" Scully sobbed.
"No." Mr. Scully said and stormed off to the garage.
"Mom.." Scully said, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating.
"Just give him time to cool down, Dana." Mrs. Scully whispered, "Just give him time."
A/N: Oh relax, you know I won't keep them apart for long. I just can't let it all be hunky dory. Also, leave me happy reviews, my turtle died :[