Return to Me 23
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Scully's POV:
When the traditional 'hear comes the bride' started playing my heart rate increased greatly. It was so loud, I was sure that people could hear it all the way at the front of the church. I smiled as Skinner and I interlocked our arms, I was so happy when he agreed to giving me away, although I still wish that my father was the one to actually do it. But, Skinner's always been there for us, I'm glad he decided to.
Mulder looks so handsome in his tux, and it strikes me that I've never actually seen him dressed up before. Of course, I see him in his suits all the time, but rarely ever a tuxedo. It's a good look for him…black has always been his color. Especially those tight tee's that he likes to wear.
Ook Dana, focus on the wedding.
Skinner squeezes my arm reassuringly and I look over at him and smile, he follows suit. I turn back to looking in front of me and get lost looking into Mulder's eyes. We reach the end of the isle and Skinner lets go of my arm. He hands me over to Mulder and we stand facing each other. I smile rather largely and Mulder does the same. He mouths 'I love you' and I mouth back, 'I love you too'. The wedding was underway.
"Do you, Fox Mulder, take Dana Scully to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, honor and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
He smiled and squeezed my hand, "I do."
"And do you, Dana Scully, take Fox Mulder to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, honor and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Then before God and this congregation, I am proud to announce you husband and wife." He looked at Mulder, "You may kiss the bride."
He lifts my vail and pulls me closer to him, our lips meet. We kiss for awhile, until remembering why we're kissing in the first place. We break apart and look at our family and friends sheepishly. Everybody stands and claps, then we lock arms and walk down the isle, while people are throwing rice at us, I'll never quite understand how that tradition got started, throwing rice doesn't seem like the thing to do after one gets married.
Mulder and I reach the limo that's to take us to the place where the reception is being held, both of us smiling like we just won the lottery.
Mulder kisses me deeply, we break apart when we're in need of air and he cups my face in his hands. "So, Mrs. Mulder, what do you say we just blow the reception. I can think of some things that I'd rather do, instead of meeting with family and friends."
I shake my head, "Uh-uh Mulder. We've got to go to our reception, if only for an hour or so. Can you do that for me?"
He sighs, "Oh. I guess." He thinks for a moment, "Hey does this mean I get to call you Mulder now?"
I laugh, "That would be a bit confusing don't you think? Maybe at work we should just keep it as Scully…two Mulder's in one office will be awfully hard to understand. Why don't we keep it Scully when at the office…and you can still call me Scully, everyone else can start calling me Dana. Ooh, am I allowed to call you Fox now?"
He cringes, "I guess at certain times…but try not to make a habit out of it. Alright?"
"Oh I guess so." I kiss him again. "I wonder who won the office pool?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, you can't tell me that you didn't at least suspect that they had a bet going on. Monica told me about it when she started working with us. I forget the day she said. Oh well, still, whoever did has to be pretty damn rich."
"I bet you anything Skinner had stalk in it. He seemed entirely too happy when I told him we were engaged."
I smile, and once again kiss him. We carry on in that matter until the limo starts in front of the location of the reception. I pull back from him reluctantly, and he ends up pulling me back to where I was before. "Mulder…" I say into the kiss, "Mulder, we've…" he kisses me again, "Got to…" yet again, another kiss. I break the kiss, and keep him at arms length, "Mulder. We've got to go. I for one don't want to be late for my reception."
"I do." He tries to kiss me again, but I keep him back.
"Well, I don't and, if you don't stop there won't be a honeymoon, no matter how much going to the Bahamas appeals to me."
"Damn it." He says under his breath. "Alright. Let's go."
Ooh, I have power.
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Mulder's POV:
Damn receptions, they're nothing but phony smiles and fake congratulations. Well, at least Bill's not hiding his true feelings. He's as pissed as ever. Hmm, I think that I like that.
Ok, so we've already danced to our song, done the whole me dancing with Mrs. Scully (or as she would have me call her now mom) and Scully danced with Skinner, then she danced with her brothers, and I with my new sisters-in-law, and Scully even danced with Frohike. Dogett and Reyes danced with each other the entire time, Skinner eyed them for a moment before I'm guessing realizing they were a couple as well, not so surprisingly he smiled. When it came time for the cake I fed a piece to Scully and she (unbeknownst to me) shoved a piece in my face.
Next, Scully's got to throw her bouquet. A bunch of unwed women fighting over what is symbolized as what brings marriage, this should be interesting. Oh yes, very much so.
I notice Scully wink at Reyes before she tosses the bunch of flowers over her shoulder, and sure enough, Reyes is the one to catch it. A few women dive for it, and she struggles with it for a moment before ultimately being the victor. I look over at Dogett and raise an eyebrow, he laughs.
Scully makes her way back to me and kisses me promptly. She smiles and drags me back out to the dance floor. God, I don't know if I'll ever danced after tonight.
"Scully…" I whine while we're dancing, "When are we going to leave?"
"Give it 10 more minutes alright Mulder? I want to say goodbye to everybody." She kisses me as the dance ends. "Come on, let's go tell everybody that we're leaving."
"Oh joy."
So, for the next 10 or so minutes we say goodbye to everybody, well. Almost everybody. Scully's the only one who actually talks to Bill, I just kind of stand in the background while he glares at me and questions why she's leaving so early. She tells him it's not his business, and that she'll call him when we get back from the Bahamas. He glowers and walks away to find Tara. When we tell Mrs. Scu…mom…goodbye she hugs me and tells us to call the second we get there. Hmm, I was thinking about doing something else the second I got there.
After mom we go back out to the window and the driver takes us off to the hotel, our plane leaves at 6 in the morning.
Nonetheless, it's going to be a good night.
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Nobody noticed the lone man while he sat in the back of the church, smoking on his cigarette, and even cracking a smile as they said I do. Not even the groom-and-bride-to-be. But then again, they were all caught up in the magic of a wedding.
And, nobody noticed him as he drifted through the crowd of people at the reception, nobody noticed as he watched them have their first dance as husband and wife or as she threw the bouquet over her shoulder. Nobody watched because nobody cared.
That was their greatest shortcoming. If you don't care, things happen, things not desirable.
He, himself, had no intentions on violence, he was to old and weak, but there were many who still hated the two for the things they stood for, the things they knew, and even the things that they didn't. They're to smart for their own good, and with the men they were dealing with, being smart is not something that's good. He, on the other hand, was there for the wedding. Although, no invitation had arrived in the mail, to them he was dead, a thing of the past. And the past is not to be dwelled upon.
As they slipped out the front of the building, he slipped out the back, still unnoticed by those at the reception, not even the assistant director had seen his presence. He chuckled to himself as he lit another cigarette and drove off into the night.
But he was not the enemy this time, no, this time, they had others to worry about. More dangerous men, men who didn't consider the facts that he had in the past. Men who didn't care who they killed, or what the outcome would be, the order came in, they didn't think twice.
And the order was in.
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Scully's POV:
When the traditional 'hear comes the bride' started playing my heart rate increased greatly. It was so loud, I was sure that people could hear it all the way at the front of the church. I smiled as Skinner and I interlocked our arms, I was so happy when he agreed to giving me away, although I still wish that my father was the one to actually do it. But, Skinner's always been there for us, I'm glad he decided to.
Mulder looks so handsome in his tux, and it strikes me that I've never actually seen him dressed up before. Of course, I see him in his suits all the time, but rarely ever a tuxedo. It's a good look for him…black has always been his color. Especially those tight tee's that he likes to wear.
Ook Dana, focus on the wedding.
Skinner squeezes my arm reassuringly and I look over at him and smile, he follows suit. I turn back to looking in front of me and get lost looking into Mulder's eyes. We reach the end of the isle and Skinner lets go of my arm. He hands me over to Mulder and we stand facing each other. I smile rather largely and Mulder does the same. He mouths 'I love you' and I mouth back, 'I love you too'. The wedding was underway.
"Do you, Fox Mulder, take Dana Scully to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, honor and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
He smiled and squeezed my hand, "I do."
"And do you, Dana Scully, take Fox Mulder to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, honor and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Then before God and this congregation, I am proud to announce you husband and wife." He looked at Mulder, "You may kiss the bride."
He lifts my vail and pulls me closer to him, our lips meet. We kiss for awhile, until remembering why we're kissing in the first place. We break apart and look at our family and friends sheepishly. Everybody stands and claps, then we lock arms and walk down the isle, while people are throwing rice at us, I'll never quite understand how that tradition got started, throwing rice doesn't seem like the thing to do after one gets married.
Mulder and I reach the limo that's to take us to the place where the reception is being held, both of us smiling like we just won the lottery.
Mulder kisses me deeply, we break apart when we're in need of air and he cups my face in his hands. "So, Mrs. Mulder, what do you say we just blow the reception. I can think of some things that I'd rather do, instead of meeting with family and friends."
I shake my head, "Uh-uh Mulder. We've got to go to our reception, if only for an hour or so. Can you do that for me?"
He sighs, "Oh. I guess." He thinks for a moment, "Hey does this mean I get to call you Mulder now?"
I laugh, "That would be a bit confusing don't you think? Maybe at work we should just keep it as Scully…two Mulder's in one office will be awfully hard to understand. Why don't we keep it Scully when at the office…and you can still call me Scully, everyone else can start calling me Dana. Ooh, am I allowed to call you Fox now?"
He cringes, "I guess at certain times…but try not to make a habit out of it. Alright?"
"Oh I guess so." I kiss him again. "I wonder who won the office pool?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, you can't tell me that you didn't at least suspect that they had a bet going on. Monica told me about it when she started working with us. I forget the day she said. Oh well, still, whoever did has to be pretty damn rich."
"I bet you anything Skinner had stalk in it. He seemed entirely too happy when I told him we were engaged."
I smile, and once again kiss him. We carry on in that matter until the limo starts in front of the location of the reception. I pull back from him reluctantly, and he ends up pulling me back to where I was before. "Mulder…" I say into the kiss, "Mulder, we've…" he kisses me again, "Got to…" yet again, another kiss. I break the kiss, and keep him at arms length, "Mulder. We've got to go. I for one don't want to be late for my reception."
"I do." He tries to kiss me again, but I keep him back.
"Well, I don't and, if you don't stop there won't be a honeymoon, no matter how much going to the Bahamas appeals to me."
"Damn it." He says under his breath. "Alright. Let's go."
Ooh, I have power.
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Mulder's POV:
Damn receptions, they're nothing but phony smiles and fake congratulations. Well, at least Bill's not hiding his true feelings. He's as pissed as ever. Hmm, I think that I like that.
Ok, so we've already danced to our song, done the whole me dancing with Mrs. Scully (or as she would have me call her now mom) and Scully danced with Skinner, then she danced with her brothers, and I with my new sisters-in-law, and Scully even danced with Frohike. Dogett and Reyes danced with each other the entire time, Skinner eyed them for a moment before I'm guessing realizing they were a couple as well, not so surprisingly he smiled. When it came time for the cake I fed a piece to Scully and she (unbeknownst to me) shoved a piece in my face.
Next, Scully's got to throw her bouquet. A bunch of unwed women fighting over what is symbolized as what brings marriage, this should be interesting. Oh yes, very much so.
I notice Scully wink at Reyes before she tosses the bunch of flowers over her shoulder, and sure enough, Reyes is the one to catch it. A few women dive for it, and she struggles with it for a moment before ultimately being the victor. I look over at Dogett and raise an eyebrow, he laughs.
Scully makes her way back to me and kisses me promptly. She smiles and drags me back out to the dance floor. God, I don't know if I'll ever danced after tonight.
"Scully…" I whine while we're dancing, "When are we going to leave?"
"Give it 10 more minutes alright Mulder? I want to say goodbye to everybody." She kisses me as the dance ends. "Come on, let's go tell everybody that we're leaving."
"Oh joy."
So, for the next 10 or so minutes we say goodbye to everybody, well. Almost everybody. Scully's the only one who actually talks to Bill, I just kind of stand in the background while he glares at me and questions why she's leaving so early. She tells him it's not his business, and that she'll call him when we get back from the Bahamas. He glowers and walks away to find Tara. When we tell Mrs. Scu…mom…goodbye she hugs me and tells us to call the second we get there. Hmm, I was thinking about doing something else the second I got there.
After mom we go back out to the window and the driver takes us off to the hotel, our plane leaves at 6 in the morning.
Nonetheless, it's going to be a good night.
~**~**~**~
Nobody noticed the lone man while he sat in the back of the church, smoking on his cigarette, and even cracking a smile as they said I do. Not even the groom-and-bride-to-be. But then again, they were all caught up in the magic of a wedding.
And, nobody noticed him as he drifted through the crowd of people at the reception, nobody noticed as he watched them have their first dance as husband and wife or as she threw the bouquet over her shoulder. Nobody watched because nobody cared.
That was their greatest shortcoming. If you don't care, things happen, things not desirable.
He, himself, had no intentions on violence, he was to old and weak, but there were many who still hated the two for the things they stood for, the things they knew, and even the things that they didn't. They're to smart for their own good, and with the men they were dealing with, being smart is not something that's good. He, on the other hand, was there for the wedding. Although, no invitation had arrived in the mail, to them he was dead, a thing of the past. And the past is not to be dwelled upon.
As they slipped out the front of the building, he slipped out the back, still unnoticed by those at the reception, not even the assistant director had seen his presence. He chuckled to himself as he lit another cigarette and drove off into the night.
But he was not the enemy this time, no, this time, they had others to worry about. More dangerous men, men who didn't consider the facts that he had in the past. Men who didn't care who they killed, or what the outcome would be, the order came in, they didn't think twice.
And the order was in.
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