Biting the Bullet
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
www.geocities.com/Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: PG-13 but I am very much only
guessing here!
Spoilers: Very minor ones for
Alone (I think but I haven't seen it yet!)
Rain King, Requiem, all things, Hollywood AD,
Per Manum and Je Souhaite but they are VERY
minor spoilers!
Keywords: MSR, post season 8 (but written
before I knew the events of Existence).
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters they belong to Fox, 1013
productions and Chris Carter (I wanted to
get a "yaddi yaddi yadda" in there but never
mind!) I also don't own Moby Dick.
Archive: Anywhere at all just keep my name
and e-mail attached (a little note would be
nice but not totally necessary!) but no
flames please I am WAY too delicate!
Summary: Could Mulder and Scully ever
settle into a normal family life style?
Feedback: On my knees and begging for it.
Pleeeeeeease!!!!
Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this
story that is just something I had fun
writing more than anything else! I know M+S's
child is not a little girl but this was written
before I knew about Existence! Also, please don't
judge my views of marriage based on this fic!
Plus I know very little about Moby Dick but I
assume it's about a whale! Don't hate me cos I'm
not well read! ;-)
Biting the Bullet
Starbuck_Jayne
The door was thrust open and a shaft of
light cut through the darkness that Scully
had insisted on being left in. Her eyes
creased and she watched as a small girl
hurled herself towards her, bouncing on her
stomach and reawakening the nausea that had
been lying dormant for the past thirty
minutes.
"Hey Mommy!" she beamed, crawling into bed
beside her mother, "Daddy says you're sick.
Are you gonna throw up, mommy?" She regarded
at Scully with wide eyes and a look of
concern on her small face. Scully couldn't
help but smile and turned her head towards
the child.
"Well I don't know, sweetie, but there's a
good chance if you keep jumping on me like
that!"
"Oh..." she looked crestfallen, but the
expression was only momentary. "Daddy!" she
shrieked as Mulder appeared in the doorway,
a cup of tea in each hand.
"Well who do we have here?" he feigned
surprise at the sight of the two girls in
bed together.
"Don't be silly, daddy! It's Bethie!" she
giggled in a way that caused Scully to shut
her eyes in obvious pain. Mulder set the
two cups down on the bedside table and
placed a discreet kiss on his partner's
cheek.
"Did you give her sugar again, Mulder?" She
whispered.
"No, she found that drugs sample you brought
home for testing," he grinned. "Ok now come
on little Miss. Scully and get in *your*
bed...where's daddy gonna sleep if you stay
there?"
"Outside!" Bethie concluded, almost
innocently, before Mulder scooped her up and
escorted her out of the room; only to be
brought back when she realised she hadn't
given Mommy a bedtime kiss.
"I hope you get better soon, Mommy," she
whispered, "Daddy can't tell the story about
the whale like you do."
Scully laughed and placed a kiss on her
daughter's soft cheek. "Ok sweetie, I'll
make sure I do."
Mulder re-entered the bedroom after he was
sure that Bethie was sleeping, and helped
Scully into a sitting position so she could
drink her tea. He sat on the bed beside her
and reached for her hand. She smiled as he
stroked her fingers then said: "Really,
Scully, reading "Moby Dick" to a four year
old child!"
"Oh yeah, just 'cause you don't tell it
right," she teased, then grimaced as a wave
of nausea passed over her.
"You ok?"
"I'll be fine."
He rolled his eyes at her response.
"I can't believe you're pregnant again."
"Yeah, sorry."
"See, that was the good thing about last
time-I got to miss out on all the hormonal
mood swings and throwing up," he told her.
"I'm so glad you're here." She said it
sarcastically but they both knew that she
was being sincere. He sighed heavily and
placed his other hand on top of hers,
noticing her eyes had slipped shut again.
"Right, well I'll go and get ready for bed."
"No," she mumbled sleepily, "just stay a bit
longer."
He brushed the hair off her face and kissed
her forehead. She smiled faintly and drew
herself into a tighter ball, still supported
by the pillows. Then he slipped away to get
changed for bed-his traditional T-shirt and
boxers. When he returned he saw her eyes
were open again and she looked physically
uncomfortable.
"You're gonna be sick aren't you, Scully?"
he said, already slipping his arms around
her and guiding her to the bathroom. Upon
their return he got into bed beside her,
sliding his arms across the top of her
chest, figuring that she'd be feeling kinda
delicate pretty much anywhere else.
"Why am I doing this again, Mulder?" she
sighed, squeezing his hand.
"Because you look at Bethie and see that you
make a great mother. More children deserve
that," he whispered in her ear with a grin.
"Promise me that you won't abandon me this
time."
"You have my word," he kissed her cheek
firmly. "I love you, Scully."
"I love you too, Mulder."
He knew she meant what she said, but she
always spoke with an edge of quiet
reluctance, as though embarrassed by the
words. He wondered if she thought that it
made her sound weak-to have finally allowed
someone past the brick wall that she'd built
up around herself.
"Hey, Scully, you know how we're "just good
friends"..."
"Who live together and have two children,"
she pointed out.
"Well, do you think we'll ever be more that
that?"
X~X~X~X~X
When the pair had left the FBI, everyone
immediately assumed that they would get
married and settle down with their new baby.
Hell, there were those at the bureau who
were convinced they already were married,
whilst others claimed their relationship was
closer than that of any husband and wife.
Everyone knew they loved each other. It
wasn't as if they spread it around or
anything, but it was clear from the way that
they worked together. It was the way they
could always calm each other down, but no
one else stood a chance. The way they
always knew what the other was thinking.
The way they always booked two motel rooms
but usually ended up only using one, be it
because of dead cows through the ceiling,
one of them feeling unwell or whatever.
Mulder had never trusted anyone until he met
Scully, and she had trusted most people
until she met him. He looked at her now,
suspecting she was asleep in his arms.
After the birth of Bethie they'd moved in
together for the sake of supporting the
baby, telling themselves that's all it was.
It was true that at first their relationship
was fairly unchanged-the occasional chaste
kiss and holding of hands, but four years
was a long time to be living together and
have nothing happen.
The first time they'd made love was when
Mulder returned from England, and Scully had
felt confused by this new development in
their relationship. She'd slipped away the
next morning without so much as a "goodbye",
and for a while pretended that nothing had
happened that night. Then they went out and
got very drunk the night "The Lazarus Bowl"
had premiered and Scully decided to tell
Mulder "she liked his flashlight a lot"
before passing out in his arms. The only
thing she remembered the next morning was
that wherever she'd been the night before,
there'd been alcohol there too. Then when
Mulder disappeared and she got landed with
Agent Doggett she finally admitted to
herself that he was more than just her best
friend. She hated to say it, but Doggett
had started to grow on her and she liked the
guy in the end, but he was sure as hell no
Mulder. Not suspicious enough for one
thing-if she told Mulder her doctor
specialised in fertility he'd have twigged
something straight away.
They'd been living together for six whole
months before it happened again. They were
sitting on Scully's sofa watching
"Caddyshack II" (purely for the purpose of
reminiscing) when out of nowhere Mulder took
his partner's glass of wine from her hand
and set it down on the coffee table. In one
fluid motion he leaned forwards and kissed
her lips, his hands finding their familiar
position on the small of her back. Scully
was only briefly shocked, and then she
raised her arms and slid them around his
neck, kissing him back with the same
passion.
"Mulder?" she breathed, "thank you for being
here."
He didn't notice the tears in her eyes as
she spoke, and carried her upstairs.
X~X~X~X~X
"Mulder?" she whispered, startling him
slightly considering he thought she was
asleep.
"Yeah?"
"You know we already are."
X~X~X~X~X
Thanks for reading! Feedback worshipped at:
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And check out my site:
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By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
www.geocities.com/Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: PG-13 but I am very much only
guessing here!
Spoilers: Very minor ones for
Alone (I think but I haven't seen it yet!)
Rain King, Requiem, all things, Hollywood AD,
Per Manum and Je Souhaite but they are VERY
minor spoilers!
Keywords: MSR, post season 8 (but written
before I knew the events of Existence).
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters they belong to Fox, 1013
productions and Chris Carter (I wanted to
get a "yaddi yaddi yadda" in there but never
mind!) I also don't own Moby Dick.
Archive: Anywhere at all just keep my name
and e-mail attached (a little note would be
nice but not totally necessary!) but no
flames please I am WAY too delicate!
Summary: Could Mulder and Scully ever
settle into a normal family life style?
Feedback: On my knees and begging for it.
Pleeeeeeease!!!!
Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this
story that is just something I had fun
writing more than anything else! I know M+S's
child is not a little girl but this was written
before I knew about Existence! Also, please don't
judge my views of marriage based on this fic!
Plus I know very little about Moby Dick but I
assume it's about a whale! Don't hate me cos I'm
not well read! ;-)
Biting the Bullet
Starbuck_Jayne
The door was thrust open and a shaft of
light cut through the darkness that Scully
had insisted on being left in. Her eyes
creased and she watched as a small girl
hurled herself towards her, bouncing on her
stomach and reawakening the nausea that had
been lying dormant for the past thirty
minutes.
"Hey Mommy!" she beamed, crawling into bed
beside her mother, "Daddy says you're sick.
Are you gonna throw up, mommy?" She regarded
at Scully with wide eyes and a look of
concern on her small face. Scully couldn't
help but smile and turned her head towards
the child.
"Well I don't know, sweetie, but there's a
good chance if you keep jumping on me like
that!"
"Oh..." she looked crestfallen, but the
expression was only momentary. "Daddy!" she
shrieked as Mulder appeared in the doorway,
a cup of tea in each hand.
"Well who do we have here?" he feigned
surprise at the sight of the two girls in
bed together.
"Don't be silly, daddy! It's Bethie!" she
giggled in a way that caused Scully to shut
her eyes in obvious pain. Mulder set the
two cups down on the bedside table and
placed a discreet kiss on his partner's
cheek.
"Did you give her sugar again, Mulder?" She
whispered.
"No, she found that drugs sample you brought
home for testing," he grinned. "Ok now come
on little Miss. Scully and get in *your*
bed...where's daddy gonna sleep if you stay
there?"
"Outside!" Bethie concluded, almost
innocently, before Mulder scooped her up and
escorted her out of the room; only to be
brought back when she realised she hadn't
given Mommy a bedtime kiss.
"I hope you get better soon, Mommy," she
whispered, "Daddy can't tell the story about
the whale like you do."
Scully laughed and placed a kiss on her
daughter's soft cheek. "Ok sweetie, I'll
make sure I do."
Mulder re-entered the bedroom after he was
sure that Bethie was sleeping, and helped
Scully into a sitting position so she could
drink her tea. He sat on the bed beside her
and reached for her hand. She smiled as he
stroked her fingers then said: "Really,
Scully, reading "Moby Dick" to a four year
old child!"
"Oh yeah, just 'cause you don't tell it
right," she teased, then grimaced as a wave
of nausea passed over her.
"You ok?"
"I'll be fine."
He rolled his eyes at her response.
"I can't believe you're pregnant again."
"Yeah, sorry."
"See, that was the good thing about last
time-I got to miss out on all the hormonal
mood swings and throwing up," he told her.
"I'm so glad you're here." She said it
sarcastically but they both knew that she
was being sincere. He sighed heavily and
placed his other hand on top of hers,
noticing her eyes had slipped shut again.
"Right, well I'll go and get ready for bed."
"No," she mumbled sleepily, "just stay a bit
longer."
He brushed the hair off her face and kissed
her forehead. She smiled faintly and drew
herself into a tighter ball, still supported
by the pillows. Then he slipped away to get
changed for bed-his traditional T-shirt and
boxers. When he returned he saw her eyes
were open again and she looked physically
uncomfortable.
"You're gonna be sick aren't you, Scully?"
he said, already slipping his arms around
her and guiding her to the bathroom. Upon
their return he got into bed beside her,
sliding his arms across the top of her
chest, figuring that she'd be feeling kinda
delicate pretty much anywhere else.
"Why am I doing this again, Mulder?" she
sighed, squeezing his hand.
"Because you look at Bethie and see that you
make a great mother. More children deserve
that," he whispered in her ear with a grin.
"Promise me that you won't abandon me this
time."
"You have my word," he kissed her cheek
firmly. "I love you, Scully."
"I love you too, Mulder."
He knew she meant what she said, but she
always spoke with an edge of quiet
reluctance, as though embarrassed by the
words. He wondered if she thought that it
made her sound weak-to have finally allowed
someone past the brick wall that she'd built
up around herself.
"Hey, Scully, you know how we're "just good
friends"..."
"Who live together and have two children,"
she pointed out.
"Well, do you think we'll ever be more that
that?"
X~X~X~X~X
When the pair had left the FBI, everyone
immediately assumed that they would get
married and settle down with their new baby.
Hell, there were those at the bureau who
were convinced they already were married,
whilst others claimed their relationship was
closer than that of any husband and wife.
Everyone knew they loved each other. It
wasn't as if they spread it around or
anything, but it was clear from the way that
they worked together. It was the way they
could always calm each other down, but no
one else stood a chance. The way they
always knew what the other was thinking.
The way they always booked two motel rooms
but usually ended up only using one, be it
because of dead cows through the ceiling,
one of them feeling unwell or whatever.
Mulder had never trusted anyone until he met
Scully, and she had trusted most people
until she met him. He looked at her now,
suspecting she was asleep in his arms.
After the birth of Bethie they'd moved in
together for the sake of supporting the
baby, telling themselves that's all it was.
It was true that at first their relationship
was fairly unchanged-the occasional chaste
kiss and holding of hands, but four years
was a long time to be living together and
have nothing happen.
The first time they'd made love was when
Mulder returned from England, and Scully had
felt confused by this new development in
their relationship. She'd slipped away the
next morning without so much as a "goodbye",
and for a while pretended that nothing had
happened that night. Then they went out and
got very drunk the night "The Lazarus Bowl"
had premiered and Scully decided to tell
Mulder "she liked his flashlight a lot"
before passing out in his arms. The only
thing she remembered the next morning was
that wherever she'd been the night before,
there'd been alcohol there too. Then when
Mulder disappeared and she got landed with
Agent Doggett she finally admitted to
herself that he was more than just her best
friend. She hated to say it, but Doggett
had started to grow on her and she liked the
guy in the end, but he was sure as hell no
Mulder. Not suspicious enough for one
thing-if she told Mulder her doctor
specialised in fertility he'd have twigged
something straight away.
They'd been living together for six whole
months before it happened again. They were
sitting on Scully's sofa watching
"Caddyshack II" (purely for the purpose of
reminiscing) when out of nowhere Mulder took
his partner's glass of wine from her hand
and set it down on the coffee table. In one
fluid motion he leaned forwards and kissed
her lips, his hands finding their familiar
position on the small of her back. Scully
was only briefly shocked, and then she
raised her arms and slid them around his
neck, kissing him back with the same
passion.
"Mulder?" she breathed, "thank you for being
here."
He didn't notice the tears in her eyes as
she spoke, and carried her upstairs.
X~X~X~X~X
"Mulder?" she whispered, startling him
slightly considering he thought she was
asleep.
"Yeah?"
"You know we already are."
X~X~X~X~X
Thanks for reading! Feedback worshipped at:
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
And check out my site:
www.geocities.com/Starbuck_Jayne