Sorry-this took longer than I thought it would. I had a friend staying with
me this weekend, so I didn't really have time to type it up. The next
update will be longer, I promise, but it might take a few days. I have
midterms this week and a few papers due, so I will be busy.
CHAPTER 4
Dana stood frozen. She couldn't physically make her hand reach for the doorknob. Without looking, she knew that it was him on the other side of the door. As much as she wanted to see his face, she knew that he was the one man who could tear her family apart. He just didn't know it yet. The doorbell rang again, and she forced herself to reach for the handle. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
There on her mother's front porch stood Fox Mulder. Everything she had felt up to now anticipating this moment could not compare to all the feelings that came rushing to the surface when she finally saw his face. There was the sheer happiness at finally seeing him after so long, the nervousness about what she would say, but most of all, there was the fear. The fear was all consuming. She was so afraid that he would find out her secret, that somehow, someone would know. But deep down, behind all the fear, there was a glimmer of hope that the truth would come out. It might be a good thing. It would at least be a giant weight off of her shoulders. But she couldn't do it yet. It wasn't the right time.
But everything that Dana felt couldn't compare to what Mulder must be feeling. At least she had known ahead of time that he was coming. She had had time to get used to the idea of seeing him. He had been expecting Margaret Scully to open the door, not her daughter. She could read the surprise on his face. He looked lost and even kind of panicked.
Neither said anything for several moments. Dana just stood there, taking the sight of him in. He looked different. Four years was a long time. His dark hair was longer and spiked up, which made him look younger. His clear blue eyes were still beautiful, but there was something there. Some shadow of sorrow or pain. The lines around his eyes and his mouth had deepened. Over the years, he had become even more built than before. There had always been a sort of strange, unexplainable power in his body, but now it was even more obvious. He just radiated raw energy. She could feel it coming from underneath his skin. It scared her, but it also made her wonder what had happened to him these past four years. She could tell a lot had changed. Even his clothing style had changed. Where before, he had worn dark suits to work and jeans and tee shirts when he was off, he now wore khakis and a light blue button down shirt. He had a pair of trendy dark sunglasses pushed up on his forehead. He looked good.
All thought's drained from her mind when he spoke. "Scully." That one word carried so much emotion. She had longed to hear his voice for so long, and now he was here, standing right in front of her. She reached for the screen door and pushed it open.
"Mulder. It's been so long." She finally choked the words out. "Please come in." She stepped aside, allowing him entry into the foyer. He stepped forward, still staring at her. Their eyes meet for one brief instant, but she quickly looked away. In that one moment of eye contact, so much passed between them she couldn't bear it for more than a second. It made her incredibly uncomfortable to see the pain in his eyes and she was sure that he could see right into her soul through her eyes. The truth was hiding in there, and she was positive that he would be able to read it, plain as day if he looked any longer.
They stood in the foyer for several more moments before he finally broke the silence. "Scully, it's been too long." With those words he came forward slowly and gave her a tentative hug. But once his arms were around her, the hug grew in intensity. She hugged him back with all the emotion and feeling she had inside her. She felt whole again, for the first time in the last four years. The whole time they had been apart she had felt like a part of her had been missing. Now she knew what it had been.
A/N-The next chapter will be Mulder meeting Emma and Danny, and the lunch, and Mulder and Scully's first long conversation.
CHAPTER 4
Dana stood frozen. She couldn't physically make her hand reach for the doorknob. Without looking, she knew that it was him on the other side of the door. As much as she wanted to see his face, she knew that he was the one man who could tear her family apart. He just didn't know it yet. The doorbell rang again, and she forced herself to reach for the handle. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
There on her mother's front porch stood Fox Mulder. Everything she had felt up to now anticipating this moment could not compare to all the feelings that came rushing to the surface when she finally saw his face. There was the sheer happiness at finally seeing him after so long, the nervousness about what she would say, but most of all, there was the fear. The fear was all consuming. She was so afraid that he would find out her secret, that somehow, someone would know. But deep down, behind all the fear, there was a glimmer of hope that the truth would come out. It might be a good thing. It would at least be a giant weight off of her shoulders. But she couldn't do it yet. It wasn't the right time.
But everything that Dana felt couldn't compare to what Mulder must be feeling. At least she had known ahead of time that he was coming. She had had time to get used to the idea of seeing him. He had been expecting Margaret Scully to open the door, not her daughter. She could read the surprise on his face. He looked lost and even kind of panicked.
Neither said anything for several moments. Dana just stood there, taking the sight of him in. He looked different. Four years was a long time. His dark hair was longer and spiked up, which made him look younger. His clear blue eyes were still beautiful, but there was something there. Some shadow of sorrow or pain. The lines around his eyes and his mouth had deepened. Over the years, he had become even more built than before. There had always been a sort of strange, unexplainable power in his body, but now it was even more obvious. He just radiated raw energy. She could feel it coming from underneath his skin. It scared her, but it also made her wonder what had happened to him these past four years. She could tell a lot had changed. Even his clothing style had changed. Where before, he had worn dark suits to work and jeans and tee shirts when he was off, he now wore khakis and a light blue button down shirt. He had a pair of trendy dark sunglasses pushed up on his forehead. He looked good.
All thought's drained from her mind when he spoke. "Scully." That one word carried so much emotion. She had longed to hear his voice for so long, and now he was here, standing right in front of her. She reached for the screen door and pushed it open.
"Mulder. It's been so long." She finally choked the words out. "Please come in." She stepped aside, allowing him entry into the foyer. He stepped forward, still staring at her. Their eyes meet for one brief instant, but she quickly looked away. In that one moment of eye contact, so much passed between them she couldn't bear it for more than a second. It made her incredibly uncomfortable to see the pain in his eyes and she was sure that he could see right into her soul through her eyes. The truth was hiding in there, and she was positive that he would be able to read it, plain as day if he looked any longer.
They stood in the foyer for several more moments before he finally broke the silence. "Scully, it's been too long." With those words he came forward slowly and gave her a tentative hug. But once his arms were around her, the hug grew in intensity. She hugged him back with all the emotion and feeling she had inside her. She felt whole again, for the first time in the last four years. The whole time they had been apart she had felt like a part of her had been missing. Now she knew what it had been.
A/N-The next chapter will be Mulder meeting Emma and Danny, and the lunch, and Mulder and Scully's first long conversation.