I wrote this over a week ago, but I forgot to post it... my bad. So I can't remember if I proof read or not, but I'm posting it anways. LOL

Scully gazed into her mirror, examining herself. She sure had changed since she entered high school. Just before ninth grade, she discovered the miracle, which was a hair straightener. She learned how to dress herself before high school. In tenth grade, her face cleared up, and just before eleventh grade, she ditched the braces on her teeth, something that had been unfortunately stuck to her since seventh grade. Her hair, now different from the dark blonde she was when she entered Kindergarten, was cut to her collar bone and a shade of auburn. Her skin was finally sun kissed, now that the weather had gotten warmed and she was able to tan outside. She glowed against white lace tube dress. It was her graduation dress. It was her graduation day, and she finally felt pretty.

After applying brown tones to her eyes, in order to make the blue stand out more, Scully slipped into her light pink high heels, and sat on her bed next to where her gown was draped. She called Monica, and planned to leave together for the school around 5:30, since they had to be there at exactly six, and in their homerooms at 7:00. The actually ceremony started at 7:30.

With her gown hanging over her arm, she walked down the steps to where her family was waiting. She noted that her mom already looked like she was going to cry. Mrs. Scully's arm was wrapped around Mr. Scully as they watched their daughter ascend down the steps. Melissa and Bill were talking by the door, and Charlie sat on the steps, engrossed in a game on his PSP. Grandma and grandpa Scully stood next to the stairs' railing. Grandma Scully was a gentle woman in her seventies, with short, curly, white hair on the top of her head. Grandpa Scully was a handsome man of seventy-seven, with a white mustache to match his white hair.

"Let me see my girl," Mrs. Scully said walking up to her daughter and framing Scully's face with her hands. "You look so beautiful, honey." Mr. Scully came up and put his hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"You've really have grown up into a beautiful young lady." He kissed his daughter's forehead.

"Thank you, Daddy," Scully whispered.

"Graduation and then off to the University of Maryland," Grandpa Scully said and hugged his granddaughter.

" We couldn't be happier, Dana." Her grandma said as she kissed her granddaughter's cheek.

"Thank you."

After a bevy of pictures outside in the June sunshine, Scully saw Monica walking down the street in a knee length champagne satin bubble dress and heels. When they met up, they took several pictures together in front of Scully's house, just like they had on their first day of Kindergarten.

"You nervous?" Monica asked as they drove down their street as High School students for the last time.

"Only about tripping across the stage," Scully chuckled. "Are you nervous?"

"Not one bit," Monica smiled.

"You're not nervous about –" But Scully stopped in mid sentence when Monica held up her black converse she had stashed away in her bag.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me, but I rather die than make a full out of myself." The girls laughed.

"Mulder texted me a while ago."

"What did he say?" Scully grinned as she recalled the text he sent her.

"He said, 'Only a few more hours until we can say that we made it. Love you.'"

"Aw, that's adorable. I'm so glad that everything worked out for the both of you." Monica beamed at her best friend.

Eventually they pulled into the student parking lot for the very last time. Both Monica and Scully grabbed their bags, draped their gowns over their arms, and made their way into the building. Half of their class was already there, checking into their homerooms, and then running off with their friends to take pictures or to go see their favorite teachers. After signing into Miss Fontaine's room, Monica, who was texting John, awaiting his arrival and Scully set out for Mulder's classroom.

Scully and Monica both walked in just as a group of friends was walking out. When Mulder caught sight of them, he grinned from ear to ear.

"My two favorites," He announced to the empty classroom. He embraced Scully and Monica at the same time, and then John walked in. "Doggett, hey," Mulder high fived John, and called in Miss. Uhaul, one of the French teachers into the room. "Would you mind taking a picture of the four of us, Bea?" Mulder asked. Once Miss Uhaul agreed, Scully, Mulder, and Monica all handed her their cameras. After the flashes, Miss Uhaul walked out, leaving Mulder and his three favorites from his AP Psychology.

"Hey, Dana," Monica started after she took a picture of Mulder and Scully with Scully's camera. "John wants to go find Clay. I'm gonna go with him. I'll see you in a little?"

"Yeah, I'll text you." Monica walked out with John, which left Mulder and Scully alone in Mulder's classroom.

Scully beamed at Mulder in his black dress pants, white button down, and satin black tie with white squares on it. She took it all in, everything. Here she was, her last day as a high school student. And there was Mulder, the most handsomest guy she ever saw, her lover, and her teacher of all things. It just hit her. She was graduating. Her eyes started to welt up in tears. She looked down, away from Mulder. It was the end of a chapter and the beginning of another, and here Mulder was, ready to end and start it with her.

"No use crying on your graduation day, Scully," Mulder said with a smile as he handed her a tissue. He was fighting all the desire he had inside of him to sweep her off of her feet and kiss her. All her could really do was hand her a tissue, and give her a quick hug, so that's what he did. Scully whipped her tears and he pulled her into a quick hug.

"I just can't believe I'm graduating," She whispered as they pulled away. Mr. K stepped into the room, and Scully whirled around to see her uncle. He scratched his bald head in confusion once he noticed that she was crying.

"Dana, what's –" But Scully ran into her uncle's arms. "Why were you crying."

"I'm graduating... that's why." Mr. K chuckled as Scully pulled away.

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm just... extremely overwhelmed." She huffed.

"Scully give me your camera so I can take a picture of the two of you," Mulder suggested and took Scully's camera into his hands to snap a picture.

"Thank you, Mulder." Scully whispered and took her camera back. "I'm gonna go find Monica. We have to go get into our gowns." Scully took her purse and walked off away from Mr. K and Mulder.

Monica and Scully sat in their homeroom , clad in their white robes, while Miss Fontaine, their homeroom teacher, went on about how much of a pleasure it was to have them for four years. Once her speech wrapped up, Scully receive a text from Mulder. She opened up their conversation on her blackberry. He said:

'I'm going to say this now (because you better not be texting during the ceremony). But I am so very proud of you. I know I'm sounding all cliché. So I'll keep this short, and talk to you later, but this is going to be one of the best nights of your life. Take as many pictures as you can, and I'll see you later. I love you.'

Scully just grinned and passed her phone to Monica. Monica beamed down at the screen, and when she passed Scully's phone back, Scully immediately went to text Mulder back.

'I love you so much. Thank you.'

Scully was sitting outside with her class, the class of 2009. They were before the field, and it was a sea of their school colors, blue and white. The boys wore blue, while the girls wore white. The teachers were on either side of them, dressed in the jet black gowns, Mulder among them. And on the "portable stage" before the students, was the school administration. Beach balls were being tossed amongst the students, as speeches were given. The class president spoke, followed by the two valedictorians. The senior class video followed the speeches, and after the video –it was time to graduate. Row by row, the student got up, and made their way to the stage to receive their diploma and flower.

It was eventually time for Scully's homeroom to receive their diplomas. Miss Fontaine stood at the podium on the stage announcing name after name. When Monica's name got called, it all hit Scully at once. She was graduating. This was it. After seven more students, it was her turn.

"Miss Dana Scully," Miss Fontaine announced in a clear voice. She received her diploma and walked across the stage, focusing on not tripping, as she shook all of the hands of administration. She was blind as to what she was doing, but she made it none the less –and without falling. She received her single red rose, hugged Miss Fontaine, and walked off the stage, almost in tears.

Scully sat and waited anxiously as the rest of her class graduated. She fiddled with the gold rope that hung on her gown, behind her neck, which signified she had graduated with high honors. Eventually, the ceremony was wrapped up, and her class was announced. The whole class stood up in the blowing win and tossed up their caps in triumph. (Except for Scully, who hated the idea of getting someone else's cap.) Scully then threw her arms around her best friend, Monica Reyes. Monica left to go find John, and then Scully went to hug and congratulate her other friends. The bleachers in the stadium were in chaos. Everyone was filing out of their seats to go find their graduate. The floor was no better, with students flinging their arms on each other, and now parents were thrown into the sea of blue and white, with even teachers there too.

As she walked through all the people, she thought she heard her name. Scully turned to see who had called her as she continued to walk. She walked straight into Mulder, who caught her. He grinned at her and chuckled.

"Congratulations," Mulder said, wrapping his strong arms around her.

"Thank you," Scully said, pressing her face into his chest, and then pulling away. Her family approached.

"Oh, Dana!" Mrs. Scully cried. "Here, before I cry all over you, let me get a picture of you and Mulder." Mulder wrapped his arm around Scully's waist, and they both grinned for Scully's mother. Scully handed her camera to Charlie, so he could snap one of the two of them. The Scully's surrounded Scully, congratulating her, and somewhere in that time, Mulder got lost. However, in a few moments, after Bill had congratulated his sister, he had gotten lost too. Scully figured that he was talking to Mulder for a bit, since they hadn't seen each other in quite some time.

"So, are we heading back for some cake, or what?" Grandma Scully asked as she wrapped her hand around her granddaughter's waist, and pulled her out of the crowd.

"That's the plan," Mr. Scully replied to his mother.

"Dana, did you have other plans for the night?" Mrs. Scully asked her daughter softly, as they weaved in and out of the crowd to find their way to the parking lot.

"The plan was to go home with you guys, and then head over to Clay's for... some more cake." Scully smiled and looked down, as the family came to a halt.

"Are you sweet on this boy Clay?" Grandpa Scully asked. "I saw your prom photos." Melissa giggled.

"Trust me, she's not." Melissa said.

"What do you mean, Missy?" Grandma Scully asked.

"I know who Dana likes, but that's all I'm saying." Scully rolled her eyes to her sister's comment, and pulled Melissa by the hand in the opposite direction of her family.

"Missy's gonna ride with me. I'll see you all at the house!" Scully called back to her family. They walked down to the student parking lot to Scully's car, only to find it was written on with window markers, her friends names were signed on all windows, except for the windshield. Scully and Melissa got into the Honda, and then she laid it on her sister.

"Melissa! I can't believe you did that!" Scully exclaimed. Melissa threw her hands up in defense.

"Hey! It's not like I dropped a bomb, revealing your intense relationship with Mulder. By the way, are you really going to Clay's or are you going to have sexy times with your teach-uhhhh?" She tried her hardest to keep a mad face directed at her sister, but once she heard, 'sexy times' she lost it and broke out into laughter.

"Sexy times? Really?" Monica laughed as Scully pulled out of the parking lot, and into the mess of cars.

"True or false."

"True."

"True, you are having sexy times, or true you're going to Clay's."

"I'm going to Clay's for cake... with the rest of my class. And then I intend on going to Mulder... but not for 'sexy times' as you so eloquently put it."

"Well, I'm confused then. I thought you were waiting until you graduated for you and Mulder to have a rendezvous in the sack."

"Okay, can we please quit these weird phrases, Missy? We were waiting for that, but we're also waiting for the right moment, not to mention, Mulder is a single father now, and he has his young daughter living with him."

"I just can't get over you guys –from the moment you told me! It's so.... scandalous... and forbidden."

"Well, technically not anymore. We're both adults. He's no longer my teacher." Scully grinned, as she concentrated on the traffic.

There was a party going on in Clay's basement, but Scully couldn't stay. She had to go. It was ten o'clock, and Mulder was waiting patiently for her back at his place. Scully made her way into Clay's living room, and embraced his mom and dad, thanking them for having her over. They congratulated her on graduating, and she was out the door. She still wore her white lace dress, but she traded her stiletto heels in for classy Carlos Santana flip flops. Scully got into her car and she made her way to Mulder's house.

It was dark outside, and the wind was blowing, giving the night an ominous mood, but it was warm, and Scully loved it. She slid out of her car, and made her way to Mulder's front door, which was open. She pulled back the glass door and let herself in. Cara was sleeping, so she reminded herself to be quiet. A few moments earlier she received a text from Mulder, saying he was outside on the back porch, and to let herself in.

She closed the door quietly, and made her way to the back of his house, where she opened one of the French doors, and let herself out onto the deck. Mulder was sitting there on the daybed, leaning against the many pillows, surrounded by candles.

Scully dropped her bag by the door, and walked slowly over to Mulder, beaming.

"Hi," she whispered."

"Hi," He replied, smiling just as wide as she was. She climbed onto the daybed with him, and laid behind him against the pillows, so that he was barricading her in. He handed her a light blue tiffany bag.

"Mulder," Scully shook her head when she realized Mulder had gotten her a gift.

"Scully," She decided to lighten up the mood. She playfully hit him in the arm.

"I said cash only!" He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Just open it," He said, pushing the bag to her.

Scully reluctantly reached into the bag, went through the tissue paper, and pulled out a bone china apple box. She turned to Mulder.

"Mmm, an apple box. How ironic, Mr. Teacher."

"Open it. And I'm not your teacher any longer."

Scully opened the lid on the apple, and she grinned, as she picked up the second charm for her bracelet, a lock which read, 'Class of '09."

"You like it?"

"Mhmm, it's perfect." She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Want me to put it on for you?"

"Please," Scully held up her wrist, which was encircled by the charm bracelet he had bought her previously. He took her wrist gingerly in his hand, and he unlocked the lock and then relocked it around one of the bracelet chain links. Scully watched him as he still held her wrist. He slowly brought it to his lips, and kissed the translucent skin which revealed her veins. Hungry for more than just a kiss on her wrist, Scully inched her face closer to Mulder's, until her lips were on his. They kissed softly, sensually, and he licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance. When her lips parted, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and together their tongues danced. He pulled Scully on top of him, to straddle his waist, and as their kiss intensified, she rocked her hips against him. He moaned slightly into the kiss, enjoying the friction she caused to happen between the two of them. She pulled back panting.

"M... Mulder," She tried to calm her breathing. He reached up to frame her face with his hands.

"Maybe we should take it down a notch," Mulder whispered, as he pushed back a strand of Scully's hair. "This," he began, "Isn't what I had planned for our first time." Scully sighed and the right corner of her lips picked up in a sweet smile. She pressed a chaste kiss to Mulder's lips, slid off of his hips and snuggled into his side. Mulder placed one of his large hands on Scully's waist and traced a circular pattern against the lacy fabric of her dress.

"It's not really what I planned either, Mulder." Her hand unconsciously slid up and under his grey t-shirt. She felt the panes of his sculpted abs and made her way up to his chest, running her fingers along his smooth skin.

"What were you thinking when you walked on stage tonight, Scully?"

"Honestly?" She had to stifle a laugh as she recalled her thoughts –or lack thereof when she was receiving her diploma.

"Yeah, honestly," Mulder said, awaiting her response.

"Well, to be honest... I wasn't thinking. I had no coherent thought in my mind. I was just too focused on not falling on my face in those heels."

"You looked very beautiful though." He grinned up at the awning above him over the day bed.

"Thank you, Mulder. I just wish I had put on some shoes that wouldn't risk me my face –and reputation."

"Mmm, like Monica and her converse."

"Monica," Scully reminisced as she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mulder heard the sadness in Scully's voice. He was immediately concerned.

"Nothing really, but it's just... It's felt like.... well, recently it's seemed as if we seldom talk anymore. It's always, John. I don't know maybe I'm exaggerating. She might even feel the same way about us sometimes. I just don't want to get further separated in college."

"Did you talk to her about it?"

"Mulder, I'm being overly narcissistic about it. It's nothing."

"No, you're not being narcissistic." He turned on his side to face her, and he carefully tucked a red strand behind her ear. "Monica is compounded with the fact of both her and John going separate ways for college. I think it'll all be normal once college starts."

"You're right," Scully sighed. "I need to stop thinking about myself."

"You're right. Let's... think about us." Mulder kissed her lips and let his linger a moment before speaking again. "You wanna sleep out here with me?"Scully slightly nodded and kissed his lips as a response.

Mulder left Scully to dash inside to grab a blanket. He grabbed one of his sweatshirts for Scully to slide into, before rejoining her on the day bed. He laid down next to her, and threw the blanket over them as she got into his maroon oxford sweat shirt. Scully snuggled into his side, placing her head in the crook of his neck where hers fit perfectly.

This story is becoming increasingly hard to write -not because of the storyline, but it's because of my more personal reasons... then again I guess that closely relates to the story line? *sigh* Who's still reading? Please review. About to write the chapter you have all been waiting for.

-AK