TITLE: Maybe We Both
Will
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"Oh, fuck it," I exclaimed as I
missed one of the balls Mulder was tossing me.
"I dunno
much about female anatomy, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think fucking
baseball bats might be a little painful."
He turned his back on me, stooping over to grab a ball at his feet. "I'm a much safer bet, if I do say so
myself." I watched in amusement as pain
shot through his face as he stood up.
He put a hand on his lower back, turning from side to side until his
back cracked. He let out an impossibly
exaggerated sigh when it finally did.
"Not with
that back, Mulder." I called back,
taking a few practice swings. "Though
it is hard to tell one fine piece of ash from another." I raised my eyes from the plate to meet his
wide ones.
"Shut up,
Scully, I'm playing baseball," he said, throwing another one my way. I had to jump out of the way, not expecting
him to throw it that hard, and letting out a startled yelp. "Don't get all girly on me, Agent Scully."
"Not on you
life, G-man."
"How hard
can you handle it, girl?"
I stood for
a minute looking at home plate before meeting his eyes. "As hard as you can give it, old man."
He laughed
and started pitching balls my way.
Really pitching, not at all like what he had been doing before. I dropped the bat and ran out of the way
quickly amid Mulder's gales of laughter.
I backed up against the fence, trying the escape the balls flying at
me. Mulder threw one a little to close
to me and I spun away.
"Mulder!" I admonished him. "That one could have gone out of control!"
"I never loose control of myself,
Scully."
Rolling my eyes, I stepped back up
to the plate, I adjusted my stance and started hitting them back with as much
force as I could.
Mulder
yelped and jumped out of the way as I hit one a little too close to him.
"Sorry bout
that!" I called as he fixed me with a
glare.
"Better let me have a try at that,"
he commented, starting across the field at me.
I met him halfway, pushing the bat into his chest. I started to pull my hand away from the bat
and his chest when he covered it with his own.
"You do know how to pitch, right Scully?"
"I think I
can handle it." I glanced from our
hands to his eyes and back again. He
uttered a soft "oh" as he got the hint and pulled the bat out from under my
hand. He fully expected me to move
away, so I surprised him when I started tracing the letters on his jersey. "I wouldn't want you to half to teach me
everything, you know. I'm all for
experimentation."
I let my hand drop and moved
towards the pitchers mound. I turned
around in time to see him tapping the bat against the ground, the inside and
out side of both shoes, then spit to the side.
"Bring it on, babe."
"Didja ever chew tobacco back when
you played?" I asked as I started
warming up.
"Not really. I smoked for a couple of years in high
school until Debra Caldwell made it quite clear that I had to stop."
"Did you?"
"Yeah. She, uh, made it worth it."
He smacked one into left field.
"Kinda took away the pain and replaced it with… well, you get the idea."
I rolled my eyes, sticking my hands
into my pockets, feeling around for another ball. "Oops, looks like we're all out."
"You about ready to call it a
night?"
"Mmmm, yeah, I guess."
We spent about fifteen minutes
hunting around for all the balls, before heading back to our cars. To my surprise and delight, he slung his arm
around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.
"Have fun tonight?" Mulder asked, voice low in my ear. I nodded, my cheek against his
shoulder. "Finally, something goes
according to plan." I smiled at the
ground in front of us.
We reached my car first and I
started to pull away. "Not so fast,
Scully. I got you something."
"Mulder, you didn't have to…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he pulled me
around to his car and started digging in the back seat. "Stop checking out my ass, Scully. As nice as it is-" his sentence ended in a
yelp as I snapped my jacket against it.
"Scully!"
He straightened, grabbing my jacket
and using it to pull me towards him as I tried to hit him again. I tried to get around him to get a better
angle on his back, but he spun around with me.
I tried again and again, spinning around with him like a dog chasing its
tail. He grabbed me around the waist
and swung me against the car, his forearms braced on either side of me, the
jacket lying forgotten on the ground.
We just kind of stood there for a
minute, looking at each other, chests heaving, tension rolling around us in
waves. I suddenly became aware of his
body pressing against mine. He must
have noticed me tensing up, because he pulled back suddenly. I quickly began pushing the hair out of my
face in a futile effort to regain control of myself.
We stood there, shuffling our feet,
not looking at each other before he pulled out a card. "Anyways, um, here." He said, handing it to me, in an attempt up
for the awkward moment. I carefully
opened the yellow envelope, pulling out the card.
"This birthday card is late, but it
sure won't be the last one you'll be getting,"
I paused for a breath, running my fingers over the turtle on the front
before opening it. Inside was another
smaller card, glued to the first one.
"Happy belated birthday," I read off the cover of it, then the inside
"See? Here's another!" I laughed slightly, squeezing his hand. I frowned, noticing something I hadn't seen
before. Some field agent I am.
I picked up two tickets the
Baltimore Oriels vs. Boston Red Sox for next Friday. I held them up closer, whistling at the seats he had gotten.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you-"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know."
"No, I probably don't." I felt my face break into this huge grin and
watched as Mulder's shoulders visible relaxed.
I grabbed him in a hug and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Mulder, it's great."
"Anytime, G-woman." He wrapped his arms low around my waist even
as he pulled back to look at me. "So
next Friday? It's a-"
"-Date," I finished. We stood there for half an eternity, looking
at each other.
I blinked, and when I opened my
eyes again, his face was a lot closer than before, and move closer still. I caught my breath, standing still as a
rock. …Hoping…Dreaming…Praying…. I
could just feel his breath against my mouth when he ducked to the side and
kissed my cheek. Bastard.
We stood there for a moment, our
faces pressed close together before he spoke.
"See you at work then."
"Yeah," I repeated, "at work"
He turned away and I was just about
to pull my door shut when his voice halted me.
"How was this on the birthday scale, Scully?"
"Right up there. I you get lucky, maybe I'll tell you about
the one when I was turning sixteen…"
He laughed. "Maybe I'll get lucky then."
I smiled and shut the door. Maybe we both will.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is my
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be responded to as soon as I can.
Also, a big
thanks to Alice… love you, babe. She's
the one who, ahem, forced me to write this.
Go read her ER fic!!!