A/N: I know I'm the world's suckiest updater, but I actually have a good excuse this time. I had surgery and then where I had surgery got infected and when that was finally over, I had 4-h crap to take care of and finally today I had to go visit my uncle who is in an extended care facility. That on top of some serious sad stuff, has put me way behind on updating. I'm really, really, really sorry.
Dedication: To my Lily, cause I couldn't visit her. -sigh- also, I kind of stole every detail of her prom and bastardized it. Thanks for letting me exploit your life best friend.
Disclaimer: If you believe I own them, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas. ;)
The weeks melded into one another as Mulder completed his rounds of physical therapy. As the first weekend of May came, so did prom, the whole town was a buzz with arrangements. The end of school was rapidly approaching and the junior class of Jasper Hollow Senior High was in dire need of a break. There were meetings with school counselors and ACT prep courses that were taking up everyone's time, everyone needed a night to relax.
"Mulder, we don't have to go." Scully said softly, they were sitting on the front porch swing of the Scully house.
"Scully, you already have your nails done, your hair appointment is tomorrow morning. You have had the dress hanging on the back of your door for a month and Monica would kill you if you didn't go." Mulder reminded her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"I don't care." Scully shrugged, "You're barely out of a cast. I'd be perfectly happy hanging around here, playing boardgames."
"And I love you for that." Mulder pressed a kiss to her temple, "I want to go, Scully."
"What's your physical therapist say?" Scully turned and leaned against the arm rest of the swing, drawing her knees to her chest.
"She laughed. Said I'm too stubborn for my own good." Mulder chuckled, taking Scully's hand.
"Mulder." Scully breathed.
"I promise not to break dance, if that makes you feel better."
"Mulder." Scully laughed and pressed her forehead to his shoulder.
Mulder let his head droop to the side and rested on her head, "Quit worrying so much."
"I'm always going to worry about you." Scully whispered.
"Isn't there a bible verse about not worrying about tomorrow, for each day has enough worries of it's own?" Mulder asked.
"You read the bible?"
"I'm multi-faceted abnormal."
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"Wake up." A camera flash brought the color red to Dana Scully's closed eyes.
"I hate you." She mumbled and rolled over.
"Wake up." A five month pregnant Monica Reyes bounced on Scully's bed.
"No." Scully pulled her pillow over her head.
"Yes." Monica whacked Scully's butt, "Get up."
"Why?" Scully groaned.
"Cause it's the most important social day of your high school career."
"Ah, not to be confused with graduation, that's just a boring, normal day." Scully mumbled.
"Up, wise ass. Don't make me open a can of pregnant woman whoop ass on you."
"What time is it?" Scully sighed and rolled over, opening her eyes.
"Eight." Monica shrugged.
"Monica!" Scully screeched, "It's Saturday. Dammit. Why are you even awake?"
"Cause I'm carrying life form and in four more months I have to squeeze it out of my body. Thus I am pulling the "your-best-friend-is-pregnant" card one more time and asking that you wake the hell up so I can live vicariously through you." Monica pleaded, pulling on Scully's arm.
"Fine." Scully threw back the covers, "I wasn't aware that it took eleven hours to get ready for a freakin' dance."
"It doesn't. You're going to dinner first, remember? That means you have to leave here at five. So, that means you need to be ready by four. Which gives us eight hours and your hair appointment is at eleven." Monica listed off, "So by the time that is done, you'll really have minimal time to get ready. And you need to shower now."
"I hate you." Scully repeated, falling back against her pillows.
"Good."
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"Ow! Jimmy, contrary to popular belief, it's attached!" Dana Scully whined as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Shush." Jimmy, Dana's hair stylist of four years, whacked her shoulder with the comb.
"Between you and Monica, I'm rapidly becoming turned off to the idea of Prom." Scully crossed her legs and glared at her best friend in the mirror.
"Dana... Shut up!" Monica glared back.
"You won't even let me have a friggen coffee. That's mean, Monica Juliette." Scully frowned.
"We'd just whitened your teeth!" Monica reminded her.
"What's your damage today, honey?" Jimmy asked, twisting her red hair around the curling iron.
"I just don't think Mulder should be going to a dance, I mean he just got out of his cast. He's still got a pretty bad limp." Dana closed her eyes, "I know he is doing this just to make me happy and I don't want him to get hurt."
"Danes." Monica pulled up a chair beside Dana's seat, "Mulder loves you and wants to see you have a fun time." Scully opened her mouth and Monica held up her hand, "BUT he wouldn't do this unless he was sure it was safe. He doesn't want to get hurt again, cause he knows it hurts you too."
"You should write for Hallmark." Scully laughed.
"I try." Monica grinned at her.
"Alright, Dana Katherine, I'm done." Jimmy spun the chair around and Scully gasped, her hand going to her mouth.
"Jimmy. You've officially out done yourself." Scully smiled; she reached up and let her hands trace lightly over the curls that were piled on her head.
"I know." Jimmy laughed.
"You're getting a complex." Scully said and grinned at herself in the mirror.
"Picture time." Monica pulled out her camera.
"I'm regretting giving you that." Scully muttered.
"Shuddup."
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At a quarter til five o'clock that evening, Dana Katherine Scully made her way down the stairs of her house. Monica had done her make up and helped her into the dark blue dress. Mulder's class ring was still on the chain around her neck and high heeled silver sling-backs on her feet.
"Whoah!" Charlie dropped his Power Ranger figurine.
"Hi." Scully giggled.
"Dana Katherine, where do you think you're going dressed like that?" Mr. Scully asked from his recliner.
"To my Prom." Dana grinned and dipped her head.
"Spin around." Mrs. Scully demanded.
Scully did as she was told, the blue dress barely brushed her knees and flowed beautifully when she spun around. Monica let out a cat call from the top of the stairs. Scully laughed and blushed when a knock came on the door, "He's early."
"Well answer it." Mr. Scully laughed.
Scully walked over to the door and opened it and grinned when she saw Mulder. He was in a black tux and a crisp white shirt. His hair looked as messy as usual, with a few more spikes thrown in, "You look beautiful."
"You look good." Scully grinned, chewing on the inside of her lip.
"Thank you." Mulder leaned in and kissed her lightly.
Scully pulled away and lead him into the foyer, "Where is your tie?"
"I couldn't decide." Mulder pulled two ties from his pockets. Both were the same blue of her dress, one was checked and the other was plain blue. Scully grabbed the checked blue one and put it on for him, "I forgot you're good at this."
"Two brothers who would be lost without clip-ons." Scully said, tying the knot.
Mulder laughed and nodded, "Ready to go?"
"Sure." Scully smiled.
"Not without pictures you aren't!" Mrs. Scully flew into the room.
"Oh geesh." Scully sighed.
"On the porch." Mrs. Scully directed.
Mulder took Scully's hand and led her out to the white wash porch and they leaned against the railing, smiling at each other. Mrs. Scully flew through a whole roll of film and then they were finally free to go.
"Mulder." Scully stopped short at the sight of the car.
"Well, since I totaled the truck, I got my grandpa to let me borrow his Mustang." Mulder opened the door of the 1967 Mustang.
What the night held, they didn't know, but they were going to have fun finding out.
A/N: I didn't want to have to split it up, but I did. BTW, ya'll Lily & Jake's prom pix totally inspired this chapter. Seriously, they're shoo-ins for young Mulder and Scully. I'll update soon, promise.