Everlasting
By Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: PG (total stab in the dark, but
nothing offensive that I can think of)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters they belong to Fox, 1013
productions and Chris Carter
Feedback: Oh don't make me beg! No
seriously, feedback is very much
appreciated.
Author's Notes: This is my first time
posting to this archive so lemme know
if I have done something really wrong!
Everlasting
Starbuck_Jayne
She didn't know what it was exactly that
stirred her from sleep, but a quick glance
at the clock on the nightstand told her it
was too early to be getting-up-time. She
turned on her side, only to discover that
she was alone in the bed, but the space
usually occupied by her partner was still
warm, suggesting he hadn't been gone long.
With an inward groan Scully flicked on her
bedside lamp and was momentarily blinded by
the sudden glare. As her eyes adjusted to
the light she heaved herself out of bed; it
seemed like she spent her whole life chasing
after that man! Samantha's ragdoll fell
from its position on the dresser, startling
her as she stumbled over it. She knew that
Mulder had intended for the doll to be a
gift for their baby, but somehow she didn't
like to part with it, using the excuse that
"dolls were for girls". Mulder had just
grinned and positioned the doll on the
dresser instead. Sometimes it was as if he
could read her mind or something-he
understood her so well! Then again, you're
likely to be close to someone that you've
known for over eight years.
Scully spotted the light on in the living
room and made her way down the corridor
towards it. The dying fire was still
glowing in the grate, giving the room a
sleepy, peaceful feel. Scully found her son
and Mulder curled up in her armchair
underneath the afghan. Her partner was
apparently asleep, and yet still managed to
support the baby's head, with his chin
resting against William's temple. Scully
smiled as she approached the pair, taking
William into her own arms and placing him
into a bassinet, that had somehow found its
way into the living room. She lowered
herself in front of Mulder so that her face
was level with his. With gentle fingers she
smoothed back a few stray hairs from his
forehead, leaving her hand resting against
his face for a few more seconds.
"Mulder..." she whispered, smiling as he began
to open his eyes. "Hey! We've got a lot of
work to do!"
Her partner looked confused.
"What work?" he rubbed at tired eyes with
the back of his hand.
"Never mind," she said, realising that her
attempt at irony had been lost on him.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, sounding
concerned-he knew that William still tired
her out. He also knew that, despite what
she may think, she couldn't manage with a
new baby all by herself. That was one of
the reasons he'd moved in...that and the fact
he'd confessed his undying love for her.
Well, in his own way. He treated Scully
differently to her predecessors, despite the
fact that all the women shared the same
character trait-total independence. He was
subtler, more careful. It was as if he was
terrified that if he'd come on too strong
she would have got scared and run away.
He'd been in love with her for a very long
time, and hoped that she felt the same way;
but he couldn't run the risk of finding out.
If she'd quit the FBI and he'd never seen
her again it would have been too painful,
but that was something he couldn't admit to
himself for a very long time. Very few
people were allowed to see past his
professionality, the "Spooky Mulder" facade.
He wasn't sappy by any stretch of the
imagination, and had no intention of being
viewed in that way. Besides which, if
Scully had left he would have lost so much-a
wonderful partner, and the best friend he
had ever had, someone closer to him than his
own mother had been.
"Hey! Mulder!"
He realised he must have phased her out
while she was talking.
"What?" He was jerked back to reality.
"You coming to bed or are you going to stay
here all night?"
Mulder stretched and got out of the
armchair, watching as Scully lifted William
out of the bassinet, in preparation for
taking him back to the crib in their room.
They should really start thinking about
getting a bigger place-William was only
three months but it wouldn't be too long
before he needed his own room. Mulder crept
up behind his partner as she lowered the
baby into the crib, slipping his arms around
her waist and placing a gentle kiss on her
neck. She placed her own hands over his and
relaxed back into the embrace.
"I can't believe he's ours, Mulder," she
smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.
Mulder smiled too, but he had no response to
offer so kept quiet.
"Come on," Scully said eventually, gently
slapping the backs of his hands in a playful
attempt to make him let go of her. "I'm
exhausted!"
"Scully...?" Mulder turned her round to face
him.
"Yeah?"
He regarded her for a few moments before
drawing her into a long kiss.
"You know, Mulder, much as I love this
method of conversation, sometimes words are
good too."
He laughed and followed her into bed.
XXXXXXX
She didn't know what it was exactly that
stirred her from sleep, but a quick glance
at the clock on the nightstand told her it
was too early to be getting-up-time. It
didn't take her long to realise that the
phone was ringing, and that was what had
woken her.
"Hello?" She mumbled into the mouthpiece.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll just get him for
you." She turned to the sleeping figure
beside her and shook him gently. "Sweetie,
it's for you," she handed him the phone.
"Hello? Mom? What the...it's 6:30am! Of
course I remember...yes...I will...bye bye," he
replaced the handset and turned to his
fiancee. "She says I shouldn't be sleeping
with the Bride on the night before my wedding,"
he grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
XXXXXXX
"Scully, I am sure Will would have
remembered to get up on his own wedding
day," Mulder was on his knees in front of
the closet, hunting for his smart shoes.
"Oh come on, Mulder! You know what he's
like!" His wife called from the bathroom;
"he was late for his graduation and look at
the mess that got him in!"
Mulder remembered with a grin the scene that
day-Scully with her head buried in his
shoulder in embarrassment as their son tore
onto the stage, his robe inside out and
hanging off one shoulder. He then went on
to knock over the little table where the
scrolls were, sending them all flying into
the audience before finally falling over an
electric cable and tripping out all the
microphones.
"Hey, Mulder, do you remember *our* wedding
day?" Scully's voice penetrated Mulder's
thoughts.
"Ohhhh yeah," he grinned.
"I said *wedding*," Scully emerged from
around the bathroom door and began gesturing
with a toothbrush, "*not* honeymoon."
Mulder pulled her into his lap from where he
was sitting on the floor.
"Look, I found your dress," he smiled,
dragging it out with the arm that wasn't
wrapped around his wife. Scully lifted the
lid and began fingering the delicate lace of
her veil.
"Terri's wearing red," she sighed, referring
to their son's fiancee, "not exactly
traditional." Her hands brushed over the
layers of tissue protecting the white satin
that lay beneath. Her dress had been quite
simple-a lace covered bodice with a full
skirt, and complimented by a beautiful pearl
necklace (another Mulder family heirloom).
"Do you remember Frohike's face when he
caught the bouquet?" Mulder laughed.
"Yeah," Scully grinned, "and then when Reyes
told him it was traditional for the best man
to sleep with the Maid of Honour?"
"Can you believe that was nearly twenty
years ago?" Mulder said, idly fingering the
small gold bands on his wife's finger.
Scully shook her head before kissing her
husband and standing up.
"I have to get ready," she said, "and by the
way? Your shoes are under the bed."
Mulder huffed out his breath and crawled
over to the bed. He may have been nearing
sixty, but years of intensive FBI induced
exercise had left them both as fit as when
they were forty.
"Hey Scully! Guess what I found?"
"Surprise me."
"My poster! I thought I lost that years
ago!"
"It wasn't so much *lost* as it was
*hidden*," Scully told him, crouching down
beside him and dragging out the box of
things from their office. "Oh look, here's
that photo of Will and Katie," she smiled,
tracing the outline of the picture with one
finger.
"Yeah, where is she anyway?" Mulder turned
round and went off in search of their
teenage daughter. His wife pushed the box
back under the bed, after retrieving
Mulder's shoes. She sighed, thinking how
many memories there were within this house.
She and Mulder had moved there when Will was
about eighteen months old, and they'd been
married six months later. Mulder hadn't
proposed in the traditional, "down on one
knee", begging kind of way, maybe because he
knew she'd say yes.
They were curled up on the sofa together in
her apartment, watching some cheesy black
and white horror movie and eating popcorn.
It had been a cold winter and it was snowing
bitterly outside. So, the fire was in and
the pair were huddled up under the afghan.
"Scully..." Mulder began, clearing his throat
nervously before proceeding-he still wanted
this to be perfect. "Scully, I've been
thinking...about us. You know, that you're my
best friend and I never *needed* anyone
until I met you. You changed my life, you
changed the way I look at things...and I guess
what I am trying to say is...Scully, I love
you. I want to spend the rest of my life
with you-there's no way I could risk losing
you...so, I suppose, the best way for me to do
this is to say: 'will you marry me?'" From
his pocket he had produced a ring- a modest
gold band with a single diamond, that caught
the firelight and sent shimmering patterns
around the room. Scully was silent as she
took the ring, slipping it on her finger and
holding it to the light. Then, in a split
second, her eyes met Mulder's and she pulled
him into a passionate kiss.
"Hey! Scully! C'mon! It's time to go,"
Mulder rounded the bedroom door, then
stopped short as he saw his wife, still
crouched in her position on the floor.
"Y'ok, honeybunch?" He used the phrase not
as a genuine pet name, but as a joke-a reminder
of their case undercover. She smiled and
rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, come on, Rob. Let's go."
He laughed and put his arm around her,
guiding her towards the door.
"Scully, just remember this-we're still
young...ish...it's not time to start looking
back instead of forwards yet. Ok?"
She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Love you."
XXXXXXX
The End
XXXXXXX
Ok so please please lemme know what you
thought!
By Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: PG (total stab in the dark, but
nothing offensive that I can think of)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters they belong to Fox, 1013
productions and Chris Carter
Feedback: Oh don't make me beg! No
seriously, feedback is very much
appreciated.
Author's Notes: This is my first time
posting to this archive so lemme know
if I have done something really wrong!
Everlasting
Starbuck_Jayne
She didn't know what it was exactly that
stirred her from sleep, but a quick glance
at the clock on the nightstand told her it
was too early to be getting-up-time. She
turned on her side, only to discover that
she was alone in the bed, but the space
usually occupied by her partner was still
warm, suggesting he hadn't been gone long.
With an inward groan Scully flicked on her
bedside lamp and was momentarily blinded by
the sudden glare. As her eyes adjusted to
the light she heaved herself out of bed; it
seemed like she spent her whole life chasing
after that man! Samantha's ragdoll fell
from its position on the dresser, startling
her as she stumbled over it. She knew that
Mulder had intended for the doll to be a
gift for their baby, but somehow she didn't
like to part with it, using the excuse that
"dolls were for girls". Mulder had just
grinned and positioned the doll on the
dresser instead. Sometimes it was as if he
could read her mind or something-he
understood her so well! Then again, you're
likely to be close to someone that you've
known for over eight years.
Scully spotted the light on in the living
room and made her way down the corridor
towards it. The dying fire was still
glowing in the grate, giving the room a
sleepy, peaceful feel. Scully found her son
and Mulder curled up in her armchair
underneath the afghan. Her partner was
apparently asleep, and yet still managed to
support the baby's head, with his chin
resting against William's temple. Scully
smiled as she approached the pair, taking
William into her own arms and placing him
into a bassinet, that had somehow found its
way into the living room. She lowered
herself in front of Mulder so that her face
was level with his. With gentle fingers she
smoothed back a few stray hairs from his
forehead, leaving her hand resting against
his face for a few more seconds.
"Mulder..." she whispered, smiling as he began
to open his eyes. "Hey! We've got a lot of
work to do!"
Her partner looked confused.
"What work?" he rubbed at tired eyes with
the back of his hand.
"Never mind," she said, realising that her
attempt at irony had been lost on him.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, sounding
concerned-he knew that William still tired
her out. He also knew that, despite what
she may think, she couldn't manage with a
new baby all by herself. That was one of
the reasons he'd moved in...that and the fact
he'd confessed his undying love for her.
Well, in his own way. He treated Scully
differently to her predecessors, despite the
fact that all the women shared the same
character trait-total independence. He was
subtler, more careful. It was as if he was
terrified that if he'd come on too strong
she would have got scared and run away.
He'd been in love with her for a very long
time, and hoped that she felt the same way;
but he couldn't run the risk of finding out.
If she'd quit the FBI and he'd never seen
her again it would have been too painful,
but that was something he couldn't admit to
himself for a very long time. Very few
people were allowed to see past his
professionality, the "Spooky Mulder" facade.
He wasn't sappy by any stretch of the
imagination, and had no intention of being
viewed in that way. Besides which, if
Scully had left he would have lost so much-a
wonderful partner, and the best friend he
had ever had, someone closer to him than his
own mother had been.
"Hey! Mulder!"
He realised he must have phased her out
while she was talking.
"What?" He was jerked back to reality.
"You coming to bed or are you going to stay
here all night?"
Mulder stretched and got out of the
armchair, watching as Scully lifted William
out of the bassinet, in preparation for
taking him back to the crib in their room.
They should really start thinking about
getting a bigger place-William was only
three months but it wouldn't be too long
before he needed his own room. Mulder crept
up behind his partner as she lowered the
baby into the crib, slipping his arms around
her waist and placing a gentle kiss on her
neck. She placed her own hands over his and
relaxed back into the embrace.
"I can't believe he's ours, Mulder," she
smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.
Mulder smiled too, but he had no response to
offer so kept quiet.
"Come on," Scully said eventually, gently
slapping the backs of his hands in a playful
attempt to make him let go of her. "I'm
exhausted!"
"Scully...?" Mulder turned her round to face
him.
"Yeah?"
He regarded her for a few moments before
drawing her into a long kiss.
"You know, Mulder, much as I love this
method of conversation, sometimes words are
good too."
He laughed and followed her into bed.
XXXXXXX
She didn't know what it was exactly that
stirred her from sleep, but a quick glance
at the clock on the nightstand told her it
was too early to be getting-up-time. It
didn't take her long to realise that the
phone was ringing, and that was what had
woken her.
"Hello?" She mumbled into the mouthpiece.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll just get him for
you." She turned to the sleeping figure
beside her and shook him gently. "Sweetie,
it's for you," she handed him the phone.
"Hello? Mom? What the...it's 6:30am! Of
course I remember...yes...I will...bye bye," he
replaced the handset and turned to his
fiancee. "She says I shouldn't be sleeping
with the Bride on the night before my wedding,"
he grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
XXXXXXX
"Scully, I am sure Will would have
remembered to get up on his own wedding
day," Mulder was on his knees in front of
the closet, hunting for his smart shoes.
"Oh come on, Mulder! You know what he's
like!" His wife called from the bathroom;
"he was late for his graduation and look at
the mess that got him in!"
Mulder remembered with a grin the scene that
day-Scully with her head buried in his
shoulder in embarrassment as their son tore
onto the stage, his robe inside out and
hanging off one shoulder. He then went on
to knock over the little table where the
scrolls were, sending them all flying into
the audience before finally falling over an
electric cable and tripping out all the
microphones.
"Hey, Mulder, do you remember *our* wedding
day?" Scully's voice penetrated Mulder's
thoughts.
"Ohhhh yeah," he grinned.
"I said *wedding*," Scully emerged from
around the bathroom door and began gesturing
with a toothbrush, "*not* honeymoon."
Mulder pulled her into his lap from where he
was sitting on the floor.
"Look, I found your dress," he smiled,
dragging it out with the arm that wasn't
wrapped around his wife. Scully lifted the
lid and began fingering the delicate lace of
her veil.
"Terri's wearing red," she sighed, referring
to their son's fiancee, "not exactly
traditional." Her hands brushed over the
layers of tissue protecting the white satin
that lay beneath. Her dress had been quite
simple-a lace covered bodice with a full
skirt, and complimented by a beautiful pearl
necklace (another Mulder family heirloom).
"Do you remember Frohike's face when he
caught the bouquet?" Mulder laughed.
"Yeah," Scully grinned, "and then when Reyes
told him it was traditional for the best man
to sleep with the Maid of Honour?"
"Can you believe that was nearly twenty
years ago?" Mulder said, idly fingering the
small gold bands on his wife's finger.
Scully shook her head before kissing her
husband and standing up.
"I have to get ready," she said, "and by the
way? Your shoes are under the bed."
Mulder huffed out his breath and crawled
over to the bed. He may have been nearing
sixty, but years of intensive FBI induced
exercise had left them both as fit as when
they were forty.
"Hey Scully! Guess what I found?"
"Surprise me."
"My poster! I thought I lost that years
ago!"
"It wasn't so much *lost* as it was
*hidden*," Scully told him, crouching down
beside him and dragging out the box of
things from their office. "Oh look, here's
that photo of Will and Katie," she smiled,
tracing the outline of the picture with one
finger.
"Yeah, where is she anyway?" Mulder turned
round and went off in search of their
teenage daughter. His wife pushed the box
back under the bed, after retrieving
Mulder's shoes. She sighed, thinking how
many memories there were within this house.
She and Mulder had moved there when Will was
about eighteen months old, and they'd been
married six months later. Mulder hadn't
proposed in the traditional, "down on one
knee", begging kind of way, maybe because he
knew she'd say yes.
They were curled up on the sofa together in
her apartment, watching some cheesy black
and white horror movie and eating popcorn.
It had been a cold winter and it was snowing
bitterly outside. So, the fire was in and
the pair were huddled up under the afghan.
"Scully..." Mulder began, clearing his throat
nervously before proceeding-he still wanted
this to be perfect. "Scully, I've been
thinking...about us. You know, that you're my
best friend and I never *needed* anyone
until I met you. You changed my life, you
changed the way I look at things...and I guess
what I am trying to say is...Scully, I love
you. I want to spend the rest of my life
with you-there's no way I could risk losing
you...so, I suppose, the best way for me to do
this is to say: 'will you marry me?'" From
his pocket he had produced a ring- a modest
gold band with a single diamond, that caught
the firelight and sent shimmering patterns
around the room. Scully was silent as she
took the ring, slipping it on her finger and
holding it to the light. Then, in a split
second, her eyes met Mulder's and she pulled
him into a passionate kiss.
"Hey! Scully! C'mon! It's time to go,"
Mulder rounded the bedroom door, then
stopped short as he saw his wife, still
crouched in her position on the floor.
"Y'ok, honeybunch?" He used the phrase not
as a genuine pet name, but as a joke-a reminder
of their case undercover. She smiled and
rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, come on, Rob. Let's go."
He laughed and put his arm around her,
guiding her towards the door.
"Scully, just remember this-we're still
young...ish...it's not time to start looking
back instead of forwards yet. Ok?"
She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Love you."
XXXXXXX
The End
XXXXXXX
Ok so please please lemme know what you
thought!