Title: The Truth Is Not Enough
Author: Dana_Maru
Summary: So, Scully and Monica did get there eventually, this is the wedding evening/night.

Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognize are mine - so sue me. Second thoughts don't!

Chapter Thirteen

Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Monica and John are all sitting comfortably inside the spacious limousine, sipping the expensive champagne that comes with the ride in the usual fancy crystal flutes. They are laughing as Scully and Monica are informed of some of the events leading up to the wedding they had arrived late for.

"Hey! It's not that funny, if you're me. You know, I really thought you weren't gonna show - Mrs. Dana Mulder. You know how I felt and what went through my head? No you don't but these pair of asses will be very glad to inform you of the volume of my sobs! Don't ever do that to me again, ever!"

"Sorry, I'll try not to - but it wasn't actually my fault, I was ready in time but the stupid driver who was supposed to pick us up didn't bother. I thought I'd told you that? And anyway, there is a certain condition to this marriage, you have to change your name, I'm keeping mine, Mr. Fox Scully."

Scully's smile brightens as Mulder's falls,

"I admit that 'Fox Scully' does have a certain ring to it, but why can't you just change yours, that's the traditional way!"

"Since when did you really want to do anything the traditional way?"

"Oh the joys of living with a modern woman! Fine you get your own way this time. But - "

"No 'buts', Scully deal with it."

Exasperated, Mulder gave up; he never did win many arguments between him and Scully anyway. Skinner laughed at the pair,

"Um, maybe you should stick to your own names until we've gone; otherwise us three will get a bit confused."

"Fine by me, but Mulder; don't think I'll forget to change it when they do go back to D.C."

They finally arrived at the restaurant (all were still in the wedding outfits!), the Crème de la Crème, an exquisite Indian restaurant near their hotel. They ate their meal - which was definitely different from Mulder's usual takeaways - in a comfortable silence, until it was time for dessert. Skinner handed over the borrowed credit card, to pay for the expensive meal, and then they were helped into their blazers and coats by the waiting staff and were chauffeured back to their hotel.

They hurried into the hotel, to get out of the increasingly heavy rain and bundled into the elevator, to get to the guy's room. Skinner had slipped away, somehow without them noticing, but then they were a bit tipsy from the champagne in the car and the red wine in the restaurant! He returned with the many bottles of alcohol balanced in his arms and nearly toppled them onto the floor trying to open the door. Oblivious to Skinner's struggle outside, the four inside the room were laughing their heads off at some stupid jokes and stories from old times, still not realizing that one of them was missing. Skinner eventually got frustrated and resorted to giving the door a swift kick, hoping that they would at least hear that. Thankfully they did before the man could do anymore damage to his foot which had now become quite painful, and took the bottles from him, ushering him inside. It was bad enough trying to walk in a straight line with the volume of alcohol he had consumed but kicking the door made matters worse.

After finishing off most of the beer and all of the wine, they sat together on the floor - much easier than balancing themselves on chairs, they were certainly in no state to try - each holding the last of the five remaining bottles of beer in their hands.

"You know, Monica, you looksh lovely tonight."

Monica giggles and nearly falls flat on her back

"Thank you, John, you're looking handshome yourshelf."

The slurred speech was getting them nowhere at all, and by the time the clock read midnight, all of them had fallen into a drunken slumber, except the bride and groom.

"Fanshy going to your room while theesh three sleep?"

They struggled to their feet and stumbled across the hall to the room belonging to Scully and Monica and - well I'm sure you can guess what they do, very clumsily with a lot childish giggling.

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Apologies for the lack of length. Remember to review if you'd like to read the next installment of the story, which will be finished soon. And for those of you disappointed in lack of detail...take note that my story will not include such imagery.

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