Title: Hold Me
Disclaimer: Dana Scully and Fox Mulder don't belong to me. They belong to Chris Carter, FOX, and 1013 Productions (and any other company I'm missing here). But Dr. Michael Alexandrov does belong to me, and well, this story? "I Made This!"
Spoilage: None, totally AU.
Characters: Dana Scully and Fox Mulder (so far).
Shipperage: M/S all the way!
A/N: This story is written in first person. It jumps from Scully to Mulder and back and forth (you get the point). Sorry about the grammatical errors and such. My eyes have been burned out by staring at the screen for too long. Have fun! Yah, it's sort of short… ^.^;;
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I don't think I've ever felt this happy before. Sure, I was happy when my cancer went into remission, and when Mulder rescued me from that alien spacecraft, but bumping into Doctor Michael Alexandrov the other day had changed my life, for the better. Even mom remembered Michael, an old colleague of mine when I was still in med school.
I laugh now when I think back to the talk that went around. Apparently, Mike had been several who had a crush on me. I think he was a bit disappointed when I left to pursue a career with the FBI, but hey, we're together now. Sort of.
"My place or yours?" he asked, a huge grin on his face. He didn't change much, except for the short auburn-colored hair, he still had the same intelligent green eyes and that same sexy smile.
I could feel my face going warm.
"Just for a movie and some champagne, Dana. What were you thinking?" The look on his face made me suppress a chuckle.
"Nothing." I like that he calls me Dana. Mulder never calls me Dana.
"Hop in then, milady."
He held the door of his 2002 Mitsubishi Eclipse for me, and before I got in, he kissed my cheek, then he left me to close the door by myself. You have no idea how happy I am right now.
The ride to Mike's place was silent, save for the classical music lulling me into a relaxed stage. It didn't help that it was sprinkling outside. The sound of rain tapping gently on the roof made this night the happiest, most peaceful night ever since I started working on the X-Files with Mulder. No, I'm not blaming Mulder for destruction of peace - my peace. It's not his fault that I like the thrill of danger. Sure, I don't believe in aliens or anything, but I do know of some things that even I can't explain.
I was still in my relaxed mode when the car swerved violently to the right, and from the corner of my eye, I saw a stalled car, heard Mike curse, and felt myself touchdown on hard, wet, cold pavement. All this was in slow motion, and before I knew it, everything went dark. I didn't even have time to scream.