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Summary: Takes place a short
time after "Dana's Dreamland". Scully has now adopted Kayla and William
Michael. Mulder must prove that his love for Scully is genuine. And that
he's truly ready to dedicate himself to her and the children.
Disclaimer: As you know, the
characters Mulder, Scully, Jordan Black, and Frank Black are Chris Carter's
brain child, and all rights belong to him, Fox, 1013 etc. I'm getting no
money from this; it's all in fun.
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THE FINAL PEICE
"Mr. Fox," Kayla yelled happily
as she ran toward me. It felt so good to sweep her up in my arms. I never
thought I could love a little girl like this, I had been afraid to love
anyone with my whole heart, I had learned at a very young age loving that
much was dangerous.
Hell, I never even knew I had
come to love Scully until she went away, until Duane Barry took her, until
I felt that hole that come from being incomplete. And when I finally got
her back, I wanted to hold her, hold her close to me, but instead I held
her off with rage--rage at whomever had took her. Yes I had touched her,
touched her in little ways because I was curious about her, especially
after, well after she gave me a peak into that gorgeous little body of
hers. It was our first case together and I was quite sure she was a spy.
In that moment, I tried to convince myself that her strip tease in front
of me was a game. A ploy to distract me. However once touch told me, she
was really afraid and I was more afraid when she fell into my arms, afraid
to hold her, afraid of the warmth that comes from being with another human
being. Afraid of being alone again, afraid of the moment she would walk
away and leave me with the memory, but she didn't walk away. Even when
I was with women, I was never truly "with" them. They could never reach
that place inside me, a place that always seemed to reveal itself around
Scully without me wanting it to.
Despite her small frame, she
was strong and determined, nothing got past her. She could make grown men
quiver with a glare. But when I had needed it, she'd been there with a
gentle touch, a loving embrace, or a sympathetic ear. When she got to close
I would do something, I'll admit it, stupid, to distance her. How much
I loved her snuck up on me, forced me to remember and act everytime I almost
lost her or caused her pain by nearly killing myself.
But Kayla was different. The
five year old flushed me with warmth whenever I heard her little voice.
I could never hide how happy I was to see her. There was something magic
about a child.
Scully and I hadn't discussed
waking up in the same bed with two kids curled up between us or even going
to sleep in that bed together in the first place. She had simply sent me
home, holding on to the idea that she couldn't be my partner and their
mother.
The ten month old little boy
who was now her son was lying against her chest. The sunlight striking
them in such a way that even in the black they wore for the funeral, they
would have made a beautiful photo for one of those picture frames.
I placed Kayla on the ground,
but she stayed at my side, taking my hand. The adoption was over, their
mother was buried, and Scully was now a mother of two when it was thought
she would never even be the mother of one.
"You didn't have to come," she
said.
I wanted to tell her how empty
I felt walking into that office alone my first day back without her, how
incomplete I felt without her. How I felt I had lost half of myself.
"I wanted to come," I said simply.
"Couldn't wait to see little Miss Kayla here."
Kayla giggled.
"We were just going to eat,"
she said placing William Michael in the stroller and securing him. "Want
to join us."
"Lead the way mom," I said playfully
placing my arm around her shoulder.
They say children change you
and Scully seemed more relaxed, happy, satisfied. She was glowing.
We ate at a Pizza place and by
the time we drove back to Scully's hotel room--the kids were tired. Her
room had two beds and William Michael's portable crib. Scully laid William
Michael down saying "Goodnight Peanut", she and Kayla had come up with
the nickname. Scully said Kayla informed her that Peanuts were her mother's
favorite snack.
"I guess I should get a room
for the night," I mumbled.
"We're all going back tomorrow.
No need for that, I can share Kayla's bed."
"Or we can share a bed," I smiled,
testing the ground for our old banter.
"Oh no Mulder, I might not be
able to keep my hands off you," Scully said with a smile--well she was
in a good mood. "Here," Scully said tossing me a bag of sunflower seeds.
"Aw honey, you remembered," I
said opening my arms for a hug.
She ignored me and went to sit
on the bed. "It seems in your short time together you taught Kayla your
habit. I see I'm going to have to keep a cabinet full of sunflower seeds
and peanuts. she asked me something the other day."
"What?"
"Could you be her new father."
I couldn't speak, I only smiled--hoping
just the thought of it wasn't making me blush as much as I imagined it
did.
"Well, did you tell her I'd be
happy to oblige if only her mother would let me."
"Mulder, I know she's smiling
right now. But she's still a very hurt little girl. And I think, somehow
she's trying to recreate her old family. And to do that she needs a dad.
You just happen to be the closest father figure she has right now."
"So your saying?"
"Mulder, you know as I do your
not ready for it. Your still a little boy yourself."
"I'm not a little boy."
"Mulder, you barely take care
of yourself. Every time I go to your apartment there is some new organism
growing in there. I'm not saying don't be her friend, or mine, but you
can't be her father."
"Is that what you told her."
"Yes"
I shook my head in agreement.
Scully was right, I wasn't the most responsible guy in the world. But what
single guy was? I wanted her and Kayla and her son, but I wouldn't prove
it to her today. Maybe I could never prove it, but I had to stay in their
lives. Make me Uncle Mulder for all I care, just as long as she didn't
let me go permanently, sending me into the darkness of true loneliness
again. But I wouldn't talk about these things today. It had been to stressful
with the funeral and the knowledge that tomorrow she would go home and
alter her life permanently to be their mother.
I flopped down on the bed beside
Scully and clicked on the TV. America's Most Wanted was on. She surprised
me by cuddling up beside me to watch the program. I could stay like this
forever with Scully, just close, touching, holding each other. I loved
her and I wanted to tell her again, but she didn't believe me. She never
believed me. She followed me on pure faith, but she always questioned anything
I said She only believed when the facts became blinding they couldn't be
denied, so I would have to prove that I loved her.
"Mulder," she began during a
commercial.
"Yeah?"
"I keep having this dream about
Kayla. I watching her stomp out a little sand castle. She keeps saying.
'I told you it was for all of us.' And I say, 'of course there is, we're
all going home together.' She says, 'no where not' and continues to stomp.
I really don't know what it means."
"I'm sure it'll be okay once
you get her home. It's probably just anxiety about the adoption."
We fell asleep together like
that. Me holding her, her holding me.
Like before, the next morning
we avoided confronting the fact that once again we had slept in each other's
arms.
Me and William Michael, now known
affectionately as Peanut, had successfully avoided each other. I didn't
know why we were at odds, maybe because he was a baby. Maybe the smallness
of him frightened me, true he was almost eleven months old, way past the
small infant stages, but still I kept at a distance. So when Scully asked
me to change his pamper, I knew there was going to be trouble.
I had picked him up once and
only once to hand him to Scully. He had screamed every moment he was in
my arms. And now as I approached him, I feared the screaming would start
soon. Though at this moment he was standing in the crib looking at me.
"Kay." He said looking at his
sister.
"Mr. Fox," wants to get you dressed
Kayla said. "We have to go home Peanut."
"Fos," the baby boy said looking
at me, his 'x' coming out in a slurred 's'. But it didn't matter, he had
said my name. He had added my name to his little vocabulary. It was like
a peace offering. I gently lifted him up, still nervous.
"Mommy, Mommy, Peanut said Fox,"
Kayla said running into the bathroom where Scully was brushing her teeth.
"Fos," he said again laying his
head on my shoulder. I felt some of the tension go away as I laid him on
the bed. I still was unsure about opening his pamper, he had sprayed me
with milk, I wouldn't let him spray me with "that". Was this all a con
game, was he just waiting to get me.
Kayla returned with the other
pamper, just as I was loosening the one he had on.
"Thank You Miss Kayla," I said
taking the clean pamper and removing the dirty one. Though it stunk like
hell, it wasn't as gross as I imagined it and Kayla was quick to take it
away. Scully came in with a clean outfit for the boy just as I was closing
the clean pamper.
"Well, your pretty good at that.
Think you can get him dressed?" Scully asked tossing me the babies' clothing.
"Did he really say Fox?"
"Kind of," I replied.
"Mommy," the baby suddenly cried
reaching for Scully.
"No peanut, you've been spoiled
by mommy," Scully said leaning over him causing him to giggle. "Yes, you
have. That's why your not learning to walk." She said with a tickle and
walked away. He reached for her and cried Mommy again. Yeah, I understand
kid, there's nothing like being in Scully's arms.
Scully's family met us at the
airport. That was unexpected, it seems after Scully told her mother about
the kids, Mrs. Scully had arranged a quick welcome home party. Bill's eyes
fell on me and the little girl holding my hand.
"Mr. Fox," Kayla whispered. "Who
are all those people?"
"Your new family--guess what?"
"What?"
"You have another Uncle Charlie."
"He's not that sour faced guy
is he."
"No, that's Uncle Bill, he hates
me."
"Than I don't like him," Kayla
assured me with a smile.
Scully threw me "the look". Despite
everything, she respected her brother a didn't take well to the alliance
between Kayla and myself.
Mrs. Scully couldn't wait. We
were only a few feet away when she ran to her daughter and grabbed the
baby boy.
"Oh Dana, I'm so happy for you,"
her mother said hugging the baby. "A new grandson, a granddaughter."
"Your my Granny?" Kayla asked.
"I never had a Granny before."
"And I never had a grand daughter
before," Mrs. Scully said without thinking. For a brief second all our
minds traveled to the same place, Emily. But her shadow remained for only
a second. It was to joyous an occasion.
I felt compelled, by a little
girl in particular, to attend the little get together at Scully's apartment.
But Margaret was absolutely taken with her new grand daughter and immediately
took my only protection against Bill away to show her the new doll house
she had bought her, complete with Family and furniture. So abandoned by
Kayla, and Bill decided approached me.
"What exactly are you doing with
my sister Mr. Mulder?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you trying to play daddy?
"I'm not"
"Dana's in their telling stories
about you and 'the kids' like your married. Mr. Mulder, I can't remember
the last time I saw Dana genuinely smile. She has kids now she can't be
risking her life for you. The best way for things to stay that way is for
you to get out of her life."
"Bill," Scully said from behind
us, surprising us both. "Stop it," she giving her brother the death stare.
"Dana I was just--"
"Butting into my life again.
Mulder is great with the kids, he is my friend, and he's not going anywhere."
"Are you that desperate to give
those kids a father."
"He's not there father and he's
not trying to be."
"Mommy, Mommy," Kayla yelled
running into the room holding the mom and dad dolls to her new doll house.
"What is it Kayla?"
"I love the house Grandma got
me. I got a doll a doll for everybody, Me and Peanut and this is you and
this is Mr. Fox. I already put me and peanut in bed. Now I want to put
you in bed, but I wanted to know if it was okay if Mr. Fox slept with you
again."
Scully and I couldn't help but
look completely embarrassed, especially since a room full of people had
paused and looked at us in that moment.
"Why's everyone so quiet?" Kayla
asked. "Is it okay Mommy?" Kayla asked completely clueless about the thoughts
she had elicited.
"No Kayla, Mr. Fox has his own
place."
"Okay, but since I don't have
another place. I'll put him on the couch."
Kayla fled the room. And Scully
met her mother's eyes.
"Mom I--"
Mrs. Scully sighed as she lifted
her hands to silence her. "Dana, your a grown woman."
"A grown woman with children,"
Bill added. "Who should know better than to--"
"We slept, that was it. Come
on. There were children in the room Bill," I said jumping in to defend
Scully.
"And what about before them,
what were you and Dana doing then?"
"Oh well, before them Scully
and I were making out ever chance we got. The only reason we ever got two
rooms was so our superiors wouldn't get supiscous."
Why I was irking Bill, I didn't
know. I knew Scully respected her brother--to a point. So I shouldn't have
went there but I did. He knew I was being sarcastic, but a vein started
pooping on his forehead anyway.
"Ha ha Mr. Mulder."
"You know what Scully," I said
turning away from Bill. "I'm going to go."
"Mulder, you don't--"
"Yeah, I do," I replied.
I wanted to kiss her, give her
a little peck on the cheek just to spite Bill, but I resisted. Instead
I met her eyes with mine. She understood, no one else in the room did.
I never went home. Instead I
went for a walk. Russia came flooding back to me. After that bastard Krychek
proved once again to be a rat and I was left alone with my thoughts in
that cold dark cell. I had thought about her, thoughts of her had rushed
in on me the way it always did in my moments of peril. Her faith in me
has yet to be equaled and I hadn't given as good as I got. When someone
showed the smallest interest, the slightest belief in extraterrestrial
life--I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Even when it was a man like
Krycek. But with Scully it was different, as much as her science got on
my nerves--she believed in me. She never stopped believing in me, no matter
what she believed about the paranormal. My parents hadn't even put that
much faith in me. I didn't have that kind of faith in myself, so how Scully
managed it was beyond me. And it was her faith in me that always brought
me back. When I put my arms around her in that hearing, when she put her
arms around me with a relieved "Mulder", I knew Scully would always be
home. Home is where the heart is and that's where my heart was. I wanted
to say I love you then, but all I got out was some line about being glad
to hold her. Understanding that love scared me more than words will ever
express.
I realized at that moment I had
circled back around. I was right back in front of Scully's place. I headed
back up hoping that everyone was gone, by the time I reached her apartment
door it sounded empty inside. I knocked softly and heard Kayla yell, "I'll
get it." However Scully came to the door.
"Mulder," she said in a single
breath. "I thought you had went home."
"I didn't say good-night to Kayla,"
I replied. Where that excuse had come from so quickly--I didn't know. "Is
the coast clear."
"I'm sorry about Bill, big brother
syndrome."
"Well I'm sure I would act the
same way if you were my sister and hanging out with a nutt-ball like myself."
"Get in here Mulder," Scully
said grabbing my arm and pulling me in.
"Mr. Fox," Kayla yelled as she
ran into my arms. "Mommy said I could give you this," Kayla said as she
showed me a picture in her hand. It's a picture grandma took of me, Mommy,
and William Michael. She said it was for me, but we see each other all
the time. You have to go home without us."
"Thank you Miss Kayla."
"Your welcome Mr. Fox. Come see
my house please."
"In a minute."
"Fos," Peanut called from his
place in the living room.
"How's the little man?" I asked
him.
He smiled, grabbed onto a nearby
table and began to toddle away from it toward me.
"Oh my goodness," Scully gasped.
"He's actually trying to walk without holding on,"
Knowing he had never tried this
before, we began to cheer the small boy on. He smiled and toddled slowly
toward our friendly voices heading straight for me. I was surprised he
had decided to walk for me. Then again, I suppose it made sense. He liked
Scully to hold him, so he rather not walk. Maybe he thought he had to impress
me.
He finally made it to my arms.
Scully and I cheered like any couple who had just seen their baby take
their first steps. We congratulated the boy and patted him and talked in
that ridiculous baby talk. I still wonder who came up with that foolishness
and why parents always seem to revert to it in a moment of pride.
When Kayla came to find out what
the commotion was about, she was just as excited.
I did play in Kayla's dollhouse
later. Then we read a book to her brother. Scully and I put them in bed,
where Kayla asked for a goodnight kiss from both of us, and then Scully
and I went in the kitchen to wash dishes.
"You know, I could get use to
this," I said as I dryad a plate.
"Mulder, don't, we had a nice
evening. But it isn't always this--" Scully sighed. "Not now okay."
"Okay, so how long are you planning
on sharing a bed with Kayla?"
"I'm moving into a bigger apartment--a
three bedroom."
"Oh"
"I really wish I could get Kayla
her house. I guess that's a part of having children, wanting them to have
everything they want and everything you want for them."
"Your going to be a great mom
Scully," I smiled involuntarily. I meant it as a sentiment, but I hated
when I started smiling uncontrollably. And only one person could do make
me feel that way, my Scully. I was standing next to my Scully washing dishes
and I couldn't have been happier. One day Scully, you'll see this is where
I always want to be.
When the dishes were done, we
settled down to watch TV. The news was on and I found myself completely
captivated by a mysterious case. A teenage boy in Tennessee had been captured
for the murder of three other high school boys. He claimed it wasn't him,
that he had a psychic connection to the real murderer. Of course everyone
thought he was crazy.
"You think this kid's for real?"
I asked Scully knowing what her answer would be, but needing to hear it
from Scully's lips.
"Mulder, serial killers displace
their guilt by claiming to be controlled by some outside force."
"But this kid is claiming he
didn't do it at all--he just is tapped into the killer's mind."
"This is your next X-File, isn't
it Mulder."
"I guess it is," I said with
a smile. If the kid was telling the truth, there were few who would listen
to him. "I know I can't convince you to join me."
"No, not this time. I have to
get ready to move, then there's Day Care, school, everything's just to
new. You better go home now."
"Before we end up back in bed
together again," I asked looking directly into those brilliant challenging
eyes. I couldn't resist it, at that moment I wanted to kiss her. I felt
myself moving towards her, slowly, giving her a chance to tell me to stop
or move away. But instead she met my kiss with her own. Our lips touch
delicately, as if to ask if this was okay and they all agreed it was, so
they teased each other a little more, still softly, no tongues--just lips.
Then, in mutual agreement, we pulled away.
"See you later," I said softly
as I got up to leave. I had to leave now before I forgot why I kissed her.
Why had I kissed her? Oh yes, to leave her with an "I love you" she would
believe.
Scully didn't say anything and
I couldn't tell what it was she was thinking. I let myself out.
In Tennessee I met up with the
local Detective on the case, Det. Harris. I could tell the detective was
still wet behind the ears. It took her five minutes it to tell me the case
was open and shit and there was no reason for me to be down there.
"Do you have some objection to
me talking to the subject. You know there are well documented cases of
someone sharing a strong bond with a killer. On the X-Files."
"Yes, Yes, Agent Mulder. I did
my homework. I have the run down of your credentials. But this case is
solved and ready to prosecute."
"And what if you have the wrong
man?" I asked.
"I don't," she replied snidely
and walked away.
I had already talked to the kid's
lawyer, I figured he would allow me to talk to the boy.
After I got myself a room and
settled in, I went to talk to the boy in question. He was a small boy,
looked more like fourteen than seventeen. But his eyes were strong, sure.
There wasn't a trace of feigned insanity or false mystical conjuring, like
the stupid, I mean stupendous Yappi. He was quite sure of himself.
"Hello William O'Donell, I'm
agent Fox Mulder."
"Yes, my lawyer informed me you
would be coming." We shook hands and I sat down beside him.
"So, do you really believe me?
Everyone else thinks I'm crazy. Are you here to prove it for them?"
"I've been given a few labels
myself."
"Ah yeah, for what? I mean what
could a clean cut all-American man such as yourself have been accused of?"
"Belief in the existence of extraterrestrial."
Will burst out laughing. "I thought
you FBI guys already knew the secrets."
"Well were not hear to talk about
my beliefs--we're here to talk about yours."
Will shook his head, ready to
get down to business. He put on no show, he didn't pretend to channel saints
or anything of the like. "Sometimes I have his nightmares, other times
I see what he sees. I can't really tell his reality from his dreams. The
only thing that scares me about them is that I understand."
"Understand what?"
"He's gay, like me. I came out
about a year ago. It's been a nightmare since. I turned into Kryptonite
and everybody was Superman. Except my mother, she believes in me. I might
be as crazy as this guy if she didn't. But my mother believes in me, so
I believed someone would listen if I kept telling the truth. Have you ever
had someone believe in you like that, even when it seemed the whole world
was against you?"
I reached into my pocket and
pulled the envelope that I had put Scully and the kids picture in. Then
I slid it across the table to him.
"Who's this, your wife?"
"My partner, my ex-partner. And
whenever the world's against me, she believes."
He gave the picture back and
I stowed it away in my pocket.
"Your lucky. So what else do
you want to know."
"Tell me about the killer."
"Like I said, he's homosexual,
but he's also homophobic. His father is this big macho man who's abused
him for years, I get visions of it all the time."
"The abuse, sexual or physical."
"I've seen some physical, some
verbal, if it was ever sexual he's blocked it. He's obsessed with pleasing
his father because even when his mother pats him up, she tells him not
to make his father so angry next time. So that it's still his fault. His
father talked about me--about how I'm dammed for being gay. All his victims
were boys he was attracted to, friends of his. He's an athlete, so they
do little things like slap each other on the butt--you know. And when it's
someone he's attracted to, it aggravates him, so he must destroy the desire
to prevent his own damnation."
"It's that why he mutilates their
faces and cuts off--well you know."
"Yeah, the first time I saw him
murder--I was asleep. Mom was working the night shift. I crawled out of
bed and spit up. Then I heard about the murder on the news. I was afraid
to come forward, I couldn't believe what was happening. I kept getting
visions though. Whenever his adrenaline is high out of anger or fear--I
see it. I don't want to, ever since that first Murder though, it's been
popping into my head more and more often. When the second murder happened
I was devastated. Third time, I tried to stop him. Tried to follow my vision
even though it was making me sick. That's how they caught me, found me
with the body, bloody. He ran when he saw me and I hadn't been paying enough
attention to identify him. He's holding back now, but the itch is getting
stronger. He will kill again."
" Do you know anything else about
the killer?"
"His dad's a hunter, that's all.
Always them taught him the manly art of hunting," the boy replied sarcastically.
"You know, we could use a profiler
like you down at the Bureau. What are you doing when you grow up?"
"You sure they would want "my
kind" in the FBI."
"They let me in," I said with
a smile.
He wasn't the killer.
Back at my hotel, I quickly picked
up the phone and called Scully. I almost felt obligated to consult her
on the case. No I wanted to talk to her.
"Hello," a little voice said
on the other end of the line.
"Kayla," I said shocked.
"Yeah, you want to talk to Mommy?"
"First tell me how your day was."
"Mommy took me to school today
to get registered. They said I'm so smart I might not even have to go to
kindergarten, I can go straight to first grade. Mommy say we should try
kindergarten out for awhile. She's still looking for a baby sitter for
Peanut and me after school. It's hard to find a Day Care that takes kids
my age and babies too. We're moving into a bigger apartment tomorrow. What
you doing Mr. Fox."
"My job. What me and Mommy do,
catch bad guys."
"What did the guy do that was
bad?"
"He killed someone."
"Why?"
"Um, because sometimes people
get angry and they do the wrong thing."
"Why?"
I knew if I didn't redirect the
conversation, she'd why me forever.
"I don't know if I can explain
it Kayla, Let me talk to Mommy now?"
"Okay," Kayla said as she put
down the phone and ran off. Five minutes later Scully picked up the phone.
"Mulder?" Scully asked.
"Yeah Scully, it's me. I e-mail
you my field notes."
"Mulder, I thought we agreed."
"Come on Scully, you really don't
mind looking do you?"
She sighed, "I guess I don't.
So do you think the kid's innocent."
"Yeah, he's genuinely disgusted
by the killer. He didn't put on a crying show or some other extreme measure
to try to convince me of his innocence. The kid says the killer is afraid
of his homosexual feelings and I believe he's right about the killer, in
that way. This kid, he's admitted it and accepted not being accepted."
"Accepted not being accepted,
sounds like a man I know."
A knock at the door turned my
attention away from the phone for a second.
"Excuse me Scully."
I got up and answered the door.
It was Detective Harris.
"Hello Agent. Mulder, I know
you met William O'Donnell today."
"Yes I did and he's not your
killer. Excuse me."
I went back to the phone. "Scully.
. .Yeah. . .Detective Harris is here. . . .Can we talk later? . . . Alright,
bye."
I hung up.
"Is that the wife," Detective
Harris asked.
"No, I'm not married. That was
my ex-partner."
"Yeah, I knew that. I saw your
interview with William. From the way you talked about her to Will, I figured
she was much more."
"Detective, I'm sure you are
here to talk about more than my personal life."
"We were lucky to catch this
kid before he committed to many more murders."
"The kid didn't do it."
"We found him with the bloody
body."
"This little town is just so
quick to persecute him because he's different. You know I found the harassment
reports his mother filed with the school and the police."
BRING! BRING!
Detective Harris' cell phone
rang. She answered it.
"Hello. . .WHAT!!", Det. Harris'
eyes fell on me. "You were right. They just found another body."
I grabbed my coat and the two
of us went out the door.
Det. Harris was a lot more agreeable
after we discovered the body. I talked Scully into doing the autopsy and
began working on the profile--which wasn't far from what Will had told
me. When he was released, we did a lot of talking--going over his dreams
in detail. When I had a completed profile, I went over it with local law
enforcement. But for the first time I wasn't completely focused on the
case. Everytime I looked beside me and saw Harris, I wished it was Scully.
And every night I could--I called Scully and the kids to say good-night.
Scully said Kayla wouldn't go to sleep unless I did.
At the end of the week, I was
completely stressed. Will had called me in the middle of the night with
yet another vision, but we had gotten to the crime scene just as the killer
got away. Except this time he left the weapon--his father's hunting knife.
He was easy to track then, by that evening the captain of the football
team--Ray Goldbloom--had been arrested for the murder.
Det. Harris' asked me to join
her for a drink after we finally locked the guy up. After giving Will a
goodbye and wishing him well, I joined Det. Harris for that drink. She
started a conversation on the present case, but somehow I started talking
about Scully. I didn't even realize it, but suddenly I started talking
about an X-File case similar to this one and that's how I got back to Scully.
About fifteen minutes later, I was pulling out the kids picture, which
hadn't been removed from the envelope in my pocket.
"You really love her, don't you?"
Det. Harris asked.
"I'm that transparent?" I asked.
She nodded. "Good luck convincing her of that. I suppose I understand.
When your in law enforcement and you have kids, when you know just how
cruel the world can be--people can be. Then it's--"
"Is she worth the risk?" Det.
Harris asked looking into my eyes, as if to confirm some type of solidarity.
"She saved my life Harris, more
than once. I suppose partners are suppose to be there for each other. But
she always went above and beyond the call of duty. I mean I guess I've
done the same for her, but it was my quest--it made sense for me to do
those things, but her. It took me four years to kiss her and then it was
only on the forehead. I was always testing my boundaries, seeing how close
I could get, then I become afraid I was too close and I'd push away, go
off somewhere in my head, try to focus on anything but her."
"Would you give your "life's
work" up for her?"
"I don't know, I really don't
know if I can. I mean a little over a week ago I was with Scully trying
to convince her I could, than I find out about this boy and quicker than
I can say good-bye--I'm here."
"And still calling Scully to
consult her on a case. Do you always call her by her last name?"
"Mostly, her first name's Dana,
it's a soft name isn't it. I've only called her Dana a few times, a mutual
respect thing. I don't like the name Fox to much for obvious reasons and
I told her I preferred Mulder and it's the only thing she's ever called
me. But there are times when she says it in the most--" I stopped, here
I was in an unfamiliar bar spilling my guts to some Detective I'd barely
known a week.
"Here's a life story for you.
Both my parents were US Marshals. They met on the job, they were partners--had
been for ten years when they got married. Of course they didn't stay partners
after, but after mom had me, I was more important than the job. Dad said
we could work it out. Mom wasn't willing to risk it. We moved away from
dad before I reached my fourth birthday. He died on the job before I reached
my fifth. And my mother regretted for the rest of her life that she didn't
at least get to spend that last year of his life with him. She said, as
a former member of law enforcement she should have known the dangers of
the world weren't going anywhere and all one can do is try to have a normal
life despite."
I glanced at my watch, it was
late and Kayla was expecting my good-night call.
"I have to go, thanks for the
company and help on the case."
"Your welcome."
The next day, as I was preparing
for my long flight home. I kept thinking about Det. Harris' story. Sure
it was a long way from me and Scully, we were on the X-Files--it wasn't
your average case of on the job hazards. Or maybe it was, maybe at the
end of the day one had to accept life had dangers and someone always got
the short in of the stick. Well there's only one man I could think of who
would even remotely understand. We weren't really friends, but he would
know.
"Agent Mulder?" Frank Black questioned
as he looked at me, standing at his door.
"Dad, I'm going to Julie's house,"
Jordan said as she slipped past her father.
"Jordan," Frank began.
"I know the rules dad, I love
you."
Then Jordan disappeared down
the block.
"So why are you here Agent Mulder.
You know I don't consult anymore."
"Yeah, I know. Actually this
is more of a personal matter."
"Come in," Frank Black directed.
I entered the his house and we
sat on his couch. The first thing I noticed was a picture of his wife and
daughter.
"That's you wife?"
"Yeah."
"If you could start all over,
would you change everything."
"Why are you asking Agent Mulder?"
I pulled the envelope from my
pocket again and showed the picture to Frank Black.
"I didn't know Agent Scully had
children."
"She didn't before, she just
adopted them. And because she did, she left the X-Files. Ever since, I've
been telling myself that I want to be a father to Kayla and her brother,
but Scully, she thinks being on the X-Files would mean neglecting them."
"Is it just for the kids, do
you miss Agent Scully?"
"I love her Mr. Black. It's been
getting easier and easier to say that the last couple days. I just don't
know if Scully's right. I mean, you lost your wife. And your daughter for
a time. Wasn't there a time you just wished you had walked away and given
them a chance to lead a normal life."
"What is a normal life Mr. Mulder?
For me it was coming home to my family in my little yellow house. I know
for certain that if I had never tried to have that yellow house with my
wife and my daughter and my dog, I would have been a true failure even
if I succeeded in my work. My wife and I weren't even suppose to have a
child, but we had Jordan. And that's when I knew, even if the cards are
stacked against you, you have to try." Frank Black handed the picture back.
"They're beautiful kids Agent Mulder."
"Thanks," I replied putting the
picture away. "How are things?"
"I have Jordan."
*******************
I hardly thought about what I
was doing when I went to Scully's apartment. I hadn't been home yet, hadn't
planned what to say. I knocked on the door of Scully's new apartment, expecting
Scully or Kayla to answer, instead an unknown woman answered the door.
"Yes, sir?"
"Hi, I'm Fox Mulder. Does Dana
Scully live here?
"Mr. Fox," Kayla yelled as she
ran out the door into my arms.
"Kayla, you know him?" the woman
asked.
"Yeah, this is Mr. Fox, he's
my daddy," Kayla smiled.
"Um Kayla, I'm not your daddy."
"I meant my daddy doll," Kayla
giggled. "Come on and meet R.J."
Kayla pulled me into the apartment,
past what I could only assume was the baby sitter.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Fox. This
is Miss Stevie," Kayla said as she paused for a second.
"Fos," I heard a little voice
say as Peanut toddled toward me and grabbed onto my leg. An unfamiliar
four year old boy was standing in Scully's new living room."
"This is Ron Jr., we call him
R.J. He's in the playgroup I go to after school," Kayla explained.
"But where's Mommy?"
"She's out with Ron again."
"Again?"
"Yeah, well usually they take
us. But not this time. Ron had reservations at some fancy place."
"Fos, Fos," Peanut cried as he
put up his arms to be picked up. I obliged him.
"Excuse me Mr. Fox, Mulder, whatever
your name is, until Miss Scully comes home I think you should--"
Stevie stopped only because Scully
came in the front door. Kayla was smiling as she held my hand.
"Mulder, what are you doing here?"
"Well I was back and--"
"Daddy," the other little boy
yelled as he ran to the man coming through the door behind Scully.
"Hey R.J.," the man said picking
up his son.
Me and the other man's eyes met
over the father/son embrace. Then my eyes fell back on Scully demanding
an explanation. However Stevie was the next person to speak.
"I did not let him in here Miss
Scully, Kayla pulled him in before I--"
"It's okay, this is my friend
Mulder. He's practically family."
"Oh, so your the famous Fox Mulder.
I tell you Dana talks about you a lot. Your one interesting man."
"And you are?"
"Mulder, this is Ronald," Scully
began, her eyes more focused on the floor than us. "R.J. is in Kayla's
playgroup."
Scully fumbled with her purse
and pulled out the babysitters payment. Ron said he had to get R.J. home
and gave "Dana" a kiss on the cheek as he headed out the door. And I felt
myself begin to burn up from the inside, not because he kissed her, but
because it seemed all to familiar, comfortable. If I hadn't been aware
of Kayla and her brother in the room, if it had been just he--I--and Scully,
I might have punched him. That familiarity was suppose to be mine and mine
alone
"I'm glad he's gone," Kayla said
falling on the couch.
"Kayla," Scully yelled.
"Well I don't like Ronald, he's
boring. Every time I eat a piece of candy tells me how bad it is for me."
"This little one is really starting
to have a smart mouth and I blame you," Scully said taking Peanut from
me and walking into the kitchen.
"Me, what did I do," I asked
following Scully.
"She admires you Mulder, you
think she didn't catch that look you threw Ron. I saw it, you know I'm
not your property."
"Who said you were?"
"Why are you here Mulder?"
"To see you, the kids. Why are
you acting like this?"
"Why did you kiss me? Before
you left here to go on your big "case", why did you kiss me?"
"Because"
"Because what?"
"Because I wanted to."
"You know, the next time you
called me--It was about a case--as always."
"I called to say goodnight every
night," I argued not comprehending Scully's logic.
"Yeah, to say goodnight to Kayla.
All these years Mulder and you've never called me just to say goodnight.
You've fallen in love with Kayla and she's fallen in love with you and
I understand because it happened to me, but don't pretend like you want
me when it's her you want."
"Where is this coming from?"
"A lot of thinking, in-between
your little e-mails about the case and good-night phone calls to Kayla.
I realized that its selfish with you and I--it's all about total and complete
possession. Neither of us are very good at sharing."
"Stop yelling at him Mommy,"
Kayla said coming into the kitchen.
"Kayla, go back and watch TV."
"No, your being mean to Mr. Fox,"
Kayla yelled. "Your going to make him go away and never come back. Just
like Mommy and daddy. Why do you keep sending him away Mommy? One day he's
not going to come back."
I looked into her little face,
on the brink of tears, and my heart broke. Scully was left speechless.
William Michael was again the only one left neutral as he examined the
faces around him, not understanding what was going on.
"Kayla, come here," I said sitting
in a chair and patting my lap. She came to me and sat down.
"Miss Kayla, no matter what happens.
Me and you, we're friends now. And just because me and mommy argue doesn't
change who we are to each other."
"You promise?"
"Always, Kayla." I sighed, this
sentence was becoming easier to say, so I might as well say it. "I love
you."
"I love you too Mr. Fox," Kayla
said throwing her arms around me.
Children, so accepting of those
simple words, until someone taught them it wasn't as simple as the words.
If only Scully was as easy to convince. I met her eyes over Kayla's shoulder.
Victory, yes that's what I saw. As if she had proven her point. Wrong Scully,
I got a long way to go, but I will prove those words to you, also.
I didn't know what to say to
Scully that night, so I said nothing. I instead played a board game with
Kayla. Peanut sat nearby playing with a talking alphabet table. He kept
hitting the "K" key. He was absolutely fascinated with the toy saying his
sister's name. I knew how quick one could fall in love with little kids,
but I never knew how complete I would feel just by being among them. I
didn't want to go back home again, back to the loneliness.
I ate dinner with them, but Scully
and I didn't communicate. Kayla shared a story with us and we responded
to her only. Each of us took turns with Peanut's task. His mouth was a
mess, Scully wiped his face with a napkin. He dropped his spoon, I picked
it up and washed it. Little things like that.
After dinner, Kayla took me to
her room and showed me the "go away" house she built for her father doll,
the one she said was me. It was a shoebox with some cardboard furniture
she had made herself. She said whenever I went away, she would put him/me
in that box. I would tuck her in bed later and give her a kiss goodnight,
while Scully did the same with Peanut. Then we would switch. Then Scully
walked me to the door.
"You can't keep doing this."
"What?"
"Living a delusion. We're not---?"
"We lived the delusion before
and you ended up with two beautiful kids. Scully what do you think I'm
getting out of this?"
"I believe you want this, the
family, the stability, the unconditional love, but I don't believe you
realize what that means."
"You think I'm immature?"
"That could be a definition of
it."
"You know what, you're the one
who's immature. You can't handle the truth."
"What truth?"
"This Truth," I said grabbing
her with more force than intended and planting a firm kiss on her lips.
I expected her to push me away, to smack me, to push me out the door. But
instead she responded. Only in my imagination would our lips have met so
fiercely? I had been driven by anger to touch her lips, but now I was afraid
to stop--afraid rational Scully would appear and stop her from completing
this act. The only thing I could think of to prove how much I loved her.
I pulled away from our fierce
kiss cautiously. I had to make sure this act wasn't a selfish one. That
we agreed upon the next step, that she was my partner in the next move.
"Do you want me?" I asked gently
caressing her soft cheek, allowing my finger to gently glide across her
lower lips. She didn't have to answer, the look she gave me was all I needed
to understand.
So I took my goddess into my
arms and led her into the bedroom. She gave me no protest, just opened
up to me in a way I never expected. I sunk into her warmth and gave her
mine. Neither of us were fighting for control, we simply gave as good as
we got. Our love making was completely about the pleasure of the other.
And I got to fall asleep with this woman, my partner, who had become my
lover, in my arms. I was sorry I hadn't called her just to say hello, but
I never did so I guess I didn't think about it.
"Mulder," a soft voice whispered
lulling me awake.
"Huh," I said, awakened by her
movements out of my arms.
"You need to go before the kids
wake up."
"Why?" I asked yawning, but not
moving out of Scully's bed.
"Because, I don't want Kayla
getting any ideas," Scully whispered as if they were going to be bursting
through the door any minute finding their mother in a compromised position.
"Scully, I thought. . .What's
going on?"
"Mulder I'm not denying, but--"
Scully sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I need a handle on
myself. I'm not even settled into my role as mother. I can't handle questioning
our friendship right now."
"But you can handle Ron?"
"Ron's different, he's a father,
we trade parenting tips."
I really did not get this woman,
I never had. But I thought giving yourself as we had would at least change
her doubt, but it didn't. She still doubted I loved her, really loved her.
I thought we had confirmed it last night, let go of the doubt. But obviously
I was just the whore Scully had used to let go of some pressure. Angry
with her and her constant doubt of me, I searched the room for my pants
and pulled them on.
"Don't go away angry," Scully
said reading my body language. "Mulder, you are the most important--my
best friend."
"Well maybe I want to be more
Scully and if you can't see that, maybe--" I stopped myself, I didn't want
to finish the sentence. Even in this moment of raging anger, I didn't want
to think it.
I was sloppily dressed and out
the door before I even thought about my next words.
By the time I got to work, I
was tired of agonizing over what was going on in Scully's head. I had given
all I could, proven how much I loved her in the only way I knew how. And
she had sent me packing. Still, her chair sat before me, reminding me of
how incomplete I was again. Another partner, I could never have. No one
could ever compliment me the way she could, from day one we had been in
opposition yet always traveling the same road.
"Agent Mulder," my boss' voice
announced itself, bringing me back to reality.
"Yes sir," I replied to Skinner
like an accused kid waiting for his father's reprimand.
I knew my hair was still disheveled
and I hadn't really paid attention when I dressed this morning so I knew
I looked bad. But since I basically had to do paperwork all day, I didn't
really care how I looked, no one would be looking at me. I was in the basement,
the lonely cold friggin basement. It didn't matter when she was here, but
now--
"Are you okay?"
"Fine sir, I'm the king of the
world," I replied leaning back in my chair. I refused to reveal how pitiful
I felt.
"Well you don't look fine."
"What are you talking about?
This is the look of a free man. You've dealt with a divorce--"
"Your not married to her Mulder,
she was your partner."
"Was she? Just my partner I mean."
"No, she was your friend. She
was my friend to." Skinner turned to me, "Or was she more than a friend."
"What are you implying Sir? I
never compromised our working partnership."
"Well it's none of my bussiness,
but no matter what your feeling, you have to--"
"Mr. Fox, Mr. Fox," Kayla yelled
running through the office door. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her.
I don't think Skinner had ever met Scully's new duo so he was quite shocked
to see the little girl so familiar with me.
"Whoa, Mommy said your office
was cool."
Scully came in behind the little
one strolling Kayla's brother. He smiled when he saw me and began clapping.
"Fos," he said struggling to get out. Scully took him out the stroller
and he toddled over to me. She greeted Skinner, who told her she had a
couple of beautiful kids. Then Skinner excused himself.
"Mulder we need to talk," Scully
said sitting in her old seat in front of my desk. Peanut crawled into her
lap, Kayla was sitting in mine.
"Fos, that?" Peanut asked pointing
to a picture on the desk.
"It's an alien," I said in response
to him. "What do we have to talk about Scully?"
"Fos' Alweium," Peanut said to
Scully.
"Yes Peanut," she responded to
the baby boy. "About a lot of things Mulder."
"Well I have work to do, so..."
"Hey Mr. Fox, what's back there?"
Kayla asked.
"Go look," I responded as she
hopped out of my lap.
"But don't touch anything," Scully
hollered behind her.
We both watched her go to explore
the back of the office then turned to each other.
"Scully you've made your point.
I'm not going to fight it anymore."
"Kayla asked me why you weren't
there this morning."
"And what did you say?"
"Because you had to go to work.
She said she wished you were her daddy and that you were there all the
time. She needs you, I need you to be there for her. And that's a big responsibility."
"You think I don't know that
Scully? I love Kayla."
"And Peanut?"
"It took a little longer, but
yes." I sighed, my mind couldn't let go. This was my opportunity to prove
I could be responsible.
"Mulder do me a favor, go home,
clean yourself up, because your a mess. We'll clean up this paperwork at
my house."
"Alright."
"Then we'll talk"
"Alright," I replied.
What the hell did I mean 'alright',
that woman had just ejected me from her bed this morning like some whore
she had had a fling with for the night. And I was smiling, my stupid ass
was smiling. But Kayla was there, how could I not smile? Just seeing her
made me want to smile, to hold her, to run away.
Yes, to run away. Wanting them
so much made me want to run away. But the need to prove Scully wrong was
stronger than the need to run. But did that mean that I would run upon
victory. Maybe I didn't have to prove anything to Scully, maybe I needed
to prove it to myself.
I had a load of files in my hand
as I entered Scully's apartment. I intentionally showed up after the children's
bedtime. I had seen them once today, so I didn't feel the need to play
with them. Besides, I had to stay serious and mature for Scully and that
wouldn't happen around Kayla.
Scully came to me wearing a pair
of those lovely silk PJs. She told me to stay quiet, because it had taken
her hours to get Peanut and Kayla in bed. I couldn't help asking if I could
look in on them. She nodded and I sat the paperwork down before entering
Kayla's room.
All the rumors were true, there
was nothing like seeing your child asleep. They seem to transform from
little monsters to little cherubs before you. They possessed this angelic
light all of a sudden. And though they were doing nothing, one was in awe
of their frozen moment of complete perfection. Maybe it was because of
the innocence of children. There world was so simple and secure, but as
time passes they are slowly taught that mom and dad are human and that
they can't protect them from everything in the world. It's even harder
when you learn mom and dad are the cause of your harm. Was that self reflection
again?
Well, maybe I could do better.
I would put my all into protecting them. But Frank Black had done the same
for his family, only to lose a wife. I couldn't stand losing any of them,
but I couldn't run away. I had promised Kayla. And that promise was one
I could follow up on, just to be there. No matter what happened tonight
or with Scully.
But how I wanted Scully. I remembered
the first time I saw her. I thought I had her all measured up, I thought
I comprehended everything about her just by reading one stupid file. But
she surprised me, from moment one she surprised me, challenged me. Most
people exhibited one of two extremes toward me, one they told me what a
"bright young man" I was and how I screwed up or two called me crazy. I
didn't feel like a "bright young man", profiling was just something I fell
into. Maybe I felt understanding madness would give me insight into myself,
but I only became more confused about myself. My insight into the heads
of mad men had been so clear, but when I reflected upon myself I could
see nothing. Then I ran across the X-Files and became entirely fascinated
by them, it was as if the doors of perception had been opened and my life
had been given definitive meaning. I was consumed by a desire to know it
all. Then Scully came along. She fascinated me almost as much as my work.
No matter what she saw, she always approached each case with this calm,
cool, professional exterior. I was struck with utter awe and disbelief
the first time I read an X-File. And as much as I envy her professionalism,
I get a kick out of making her lose it. There's just something about "ticked
off Scully". Scully, it's such a hard name a rough name. I had called her
Dana a few times, but it didn't roll off the tongue like Scully. She had
just the right name, a mixture of Soft and Hard.
"Mulder?" Scully questioned as
she came into Kayla's room. "Are we going to work tonight."
"Yeah, I guess I just got caught."
"She is beautiful. Sometimes
I've stood in their room and watched the two of them sleep, not believing
I actually have this little girl, even if--"
"She didn't come from you. Kayla
Diana Scully. I sounds right."
"My mother says in was meant
to me. William Scully, my father's name. What's the chances of me adopting
a child with my father's first name."
"Very high since my father and
your brother also have that name."
"And you, it is your middle name.
My mom calls him Bill, though everybody else calls him Peanut now."
"A kid with a thousand names."
"We should probably get to work
or we're going to spend all night in here."
"What if I wanted to?"
"What if you wanted to what?"
"Spend the rest of my life in
a room, with you?"
"Let's not get off track Mulder,"
Scully said slipping back out the door.
I followed her and we sat down
beside each other at the kitchen table and began working like the old pros
we were. I have to say working at Scully's apartment was far better than
working at mine or at work. She had a nice supply of snacks and thanks
to Kayla, this now included Sunflower seeds--loved that kid. Her refrigerator
actually had real food, while mine was still waiting to see what food was.
She had a nice long table, so it was easy to spread the papers out. And
the excellent coffee maker, a gift from her lovely mother, kept you awake
with the scent of brewing coffee when you were just about ready to curl
up and go to sleep.
You wouldn't have believe Scully
was off the X-Files the way she worked that night. Though I incomplete
paper work backed up until way before she left, even an incomplete file
from the Brown case--Kayla's mother, she was no longer required to help
me out like this, so why was she? Because she wanted to. Was she waiting
for me to speak?
"So how are things with Ron?"
I spoke up, only because I could think of nothing else.
Scully froze right where she
was and gave me this unsettled look.
"I know what we did Mulder."
"I didn't say anything about
that, I asked. . ."
"About Ron, but you don't want
to talk about Ron."
I turned away silent, she had
seen through me to fast. Or maybe she hadn't seen through me, maybe she
wanted to talk as bad as I did and was just testing me.
"There's something I want to
ask you anyway."
"What?"
"Would you be the kids godfather?
They love you. It would mean the world to them."
"And to you?" Didn't she get
it? I wanted to be there father.
I slowly slid my chair closer
to hers. It was obvious Scully had things set in her head that we should
be apart for the sake of the children, but she was offering to make me
their godfather?
"Why would you want an irresponsible
man like me to be your children's godfather. Someone from whom you obviously
wanted a single night of wild, hot--"
"Mulder stop."
"I just feel so used," I said
sarcastically, but I was quite serious.
"See that's your problem Mulder,
I'm trying to ask you something serious and you turn it into a game. When
are you going to be serious Mulder?"
Didn't she get it? "Scully, I--"
"Mulder, you what?"
Shit, I could never say just
the right thing to her, not with words anyway. I reached for her and pulled
her to me, before she had a chance to think about escape and planted a
heavy kiss on her lips. I wanted to touch that beautiful body again, to
hold her in my arms. But I wanted it to be everyday, overnight, but she
didn't believe that. And maybe when things were hard, I would still think
of running, but I couldn't run. Scully had been the redemption from my
darkness, without her I would have died for my cause by now. Even with
the protection of a man who claimed to be my father. This was my last chance
at family, this was my last chance at love, and without them I would die.
And Scully was accepting my kiss
like a starved woman. Our first time had been very tentative, slow, we
had cherished each other's bodies. But now she was a fevered as me, her
body asking me to push forward and take hold of her. So I did, I took her
body into my possession, made her mine. Refusing to let her go, I near
carried her into her room, never letting my lips leave her skin--getting
reacquainted with her chest, hair, breast, lips. I swallowed her groans
and moans, and gasp of pleasure inside. She was mine, she wanted to be
mine, because she held onto me. Is this what she wanted, for me to act.
In the aftermath however, I saw
this episode had been just like the first, that we wouldn't talk about
it. We would again wake up in the morning and act like we could avoid yesterday,
but I couldn't allow that. Lying awake in her bed, holding Scully, I felt
complete, truly complete.
"Mulder, Can we do this?"
"We already did it?"
"That's not what I mean, can
we fall in love?"
I didn't know how to answer that
question. Could we?
"Scully," I whispered softly
in her ear.
She started to turn toward me,
but I stopped her, wanting to keep curled up in my arms, as close to my
body as hers could be.
"Don't move, please. I want to
say something, if this all we can have, I don't want anything."
"What?"
"I want it all Scully, I want
to give you all you deserve."
"Mulder, for years I've wanted
was to lose myself in someone, especially since-- I was afraid, I'm still
afraid. I'm as strong as you think I am."
"Yes you are," I said running
my hands across her face. "Scully, will you tell me what you were like
as a kid."
Scully giggled, a giggle I hadn't
heard since we'd played baseball. In ran though me like sweet honey.
"Why in the hell would you want
to know that Mulder?"
"Because, I'm curious."
"Mulder, your not going to shape
skip into Eddie Van Blunt in a minute, are you?"
We laughed and after some encouragement,
Scully bore me a childhood tale--in exchange I offered the same. Most of
the stories were of Samantha and I at a very young age. Hers were also
about her brothers and sister, her relationship with her parents, friends.
We bore our souls in a new way that night, we made love in a new way. Instead
of a some disaster bringing us closer, in a moment of pure joy we shared
our past.
In the morning, I slipped from
Scully's side and went into Kayla's room. She still seemed to be asleep.
Her daddy doll was laying on the couch in box next to her doll house. I
walked up to it and removed him, placing him in the room with the mother
doll. Smiling to myself, I turned and saw Kayla sitting in the bed smiling
at me.
"Daddy?" she asked.
I nodded and she ran across the
bed into my arms.
"My daddy, forever and ever."
"Forever and ever, I promise,"
I agreed stroking the little girl's hair. And I meant it, with my whole
heart.
DZ - 1999
