By Mary Eve Parker
I couldn't believe it. She was really lying in bed with him and he had told me weeks ago on the phone that there was nothing between them. He didn't exactly swear on his father's life, but he said a very clear 'no'.
But on the other hand – Parker don't be jealous! I had to tell myself. I really missed a man to comfort me.
After some minutes of watching them, together, cuddled up, I turned around and closed the door. They looked cute and really innocent.
I sat down and got the book that was next to the sofa, put my legs up and started reading my lovely novel, one of my new favourites. Even being a mother now and being pregnant, I haven't had a lot of time for reading. I've never had. Today it was Edith Wharton again in my hands – "House of Mirth". I have read it three times since I was here and I was always crying in the end. It was so sad, especially with my hormones running wild. Everything was able to make me cry, even if I saw an old man going hand in hand with his wife. I know how it feels to lose somebody you adore, somebody you love.
I missed the chasing even if I nearly lost my life) a couple of times and risked a lot, but it was adventurous. I missed Jarod's nightly phone calls and his teases, his gifts and all those things a lot. I missed them a lot.
I couldn't believe that I had a family now and that a baby was growing inside me. I couldn't believe that I called Fox Mulder, my dear old friend, to ask for help. And I couldn't believe that he had come here with a woman. Fox Mulder with a woman who wasn't sleeping with him!
I put the book away and rested my hand on my belly. I couldn't feel anything yet but I was sure that it wouldn't take long till sleeping through the night would get rare. I couldn't wait to name him or her. I couldn't wait to see him grow, the first birthday, the first Christmas, the first time Jarod saw the baby.
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When I woke up, I hadn't noticed that I had fallen asleep; I noticed two hazel golden eyes looking at me. Somebody was towering over me with two wonderful eyes staring at me.
"Mulder," I groaned as I noticed that he was half laying on me. Or I on him, depending which side you see. I tried to work my hands free but this seemed to be impossible. Mulder shifted a little, till his body was resting between my legs, his arms around my waist and his head resting on my chest. I could feel his nose nestled right beside my nipple. Shit. This *couldn't* be happening now. Thanks god that I had a pillow at least behind myself to stay comfortable. He needed his sleep even if I would have a bad back ache in the morning.
He nestled his nose a little more into my erogenous zones, rubbing it nearly against my nipple. Wasn't it bad enough that my body was betraying me, does my partner have to make it worse.
It didn't take me long to fall asleep again. His breathing was deep and steady.
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It had started to snow very hard and I was standing at the window looking out. So many things were going through my head. We have had a couple of inches snow lately but I was told that this was normal for this region.
I heard footsteps along the wooden floor. Somebody was coming back into the living room.
"Hi," the red head said and tried to smile at me. She had red cheeks and somehow looked like something had embarrassed her. "I am sorry that it took me so long but as you can see I fell asleep myself."
I would give a penny for what really happened after I had seen them in bed.
"No problem, I guess he is sleeping as well" I tried to say coldly, "so the soup can wait. I can warm it up later."
"Yeah…" She said and she went to the big arm chair next to the sofa. "What time it is now? I don't have my feeling for it back yet and my watch is still in the suitcase."
"Oh sure it's about," I looked at my silver watch," 20.56" I say and smile at her.
"I have totally forgotten that they count it differently but my father always said to me …. 'Starbuck be finished at 1400 hours if you want to go with me' … I will never forget it," she said with a smile.
In some ways she was a nice woman, not speaking too much. He must like her because if he is like he was before, then he'll do the speaking part for them. I guess he hasn't changed a lot since then.
"So what do you do all day long here?" she asked me and smiled.
"Well Diana I am reading a lot and relaxing. I need it really. My life had been very chaotic before I moved."
"Mulder never said a word about you before, I am just a little curious about the fact that he talked me into coming with him."
"He had always been good in things like this."
We both giggled and I was sure that we weren't thinking about the same Mulder. But who can know? Stop it Parker, stop it – he said they were just close friends.
"So maybe this question is not my business, but where Caro's daddy?" Well it was really none of her business but what shall I do. If I don't answer the question now Mulder would ask in time and than she'd get to know it.
"Well …. we split up not too long ago and I am not sure if he ever wants to see his daughter and the baby again. It's a little complicated and I am …. I don't feel very comfortable talking about him. So if you don't mind could we skip the topic?"
"Sure I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It was just a question; forget that I ever asked."
"Diana …."
"Don't you dare call me Diana again; my name is Dana, simply Dana."
"Sorry …. I thought you are called Diana, Mulder calls you Scully all the time."
"Yes he does and he would never call me Diana, never dare to call me that …"
The only thing I saw then was that she got up, put her shoes on and her warm jacket and headed towards the door.
"Don't go out Dana, please. It's snowing like there would be no tomorrow."
"I just need some time alone," she said and closed the door behind her. Shit there was no way for me to go out now. What about Caroline? Even if I wasn't her biggest fan, I couldn't let this happen now.
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How could she call me Diana, how could she? I am not even remotely like Diana. I can't believe it.
And then she was right about the snow. It was white all over and falling like there would be no tomorrow. And it was colder than before. I should maybe have pulled on a second pullover and taken my scarf and gloves with me.
What it is with me anyway? One minute I let him so close to myself, to the person behind "Special Agent Dana Scully" and in the next I was not able to be myself, to a woman who may need to talk.
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She was now a little over half an hour outside. The
snowstorm was getting stronger. I wasn't able to wait anymore. I had to wake
Mulder.
Slowly I walked into his bedroom. He was sleeping like an angel. The blanket nearly
over his head, the pillow tucked under his arm like it would be somebody's
body. Dana's?
"Mulder," I said softly and sat down next to him on the bed. "Mulder," I said a little louder and touched his head. He seemed to not be in fever anymore.
"Scully?" he mumbled and slowly pulled me down to him.
So I was right about them.
The moment I pulled away he opened his eyes. "Where is Scully?" he asked me and started irritated into the room.
"That's the problem Fox … she was a little aggressive and went outside. That's a little over 30 minutes ago. Fox there is a snowstorm outside …"
I have known Fox for ages but I have never seen him get that fast into jeans, t-shirt and a warm pullover. "I have to find her," he said and ran outside.
I don't know how long I was standing at the window waiting for one of them. I didn't see anybody just the fact that the snow got more and more outside and that the temperature fell. The windows started to get icy from outside and the snow started to stick on it.
I slowly and carefully went outside to get more wood in for the fireplace. It really had gotten a couple of degrees colder. Hopefully he'll find her soon. I can't understand why a simple name got her so furious, or was this just the temper of a redhead? I'd always thought Bridgette was a spiteful person but this was maybe a mistake.
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It was cold and dark. The sun was down completely. I've never imagined how a night in the Alps would be. You could see all the stars. A wonderful clear sky. But it was bitter cold. Freezing.
The snow was deep and I couldn't even see the cottage anymore. I don't know how long I had been outside now but it was wonderful.
Well there seems to be a place where I could sit down for a moment and watch the stars.
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It was over 50 minutes now; Fox was out for nearly fifteen minutes. Hopefully he'd found her by now. It was too cold outside to stay there long and she wasn't wearing a lot when she left, light trousers and a soft pullover. No scarf and no gloves.
She wasn't a person with a lot of body fat either, she was slim not to say skinny but with a roman face. I had never seen a more roman nose than hers before. Maybe that's why Mulder was starring at her all the time. I still can't understand why at all.
He had never said a word about my body, never. But I saw him looking after all those busty women. I know that he really liked my legs and that I was slim. And Dana? She was short and absolutely not busty. Everything was in proportion but nothing too much. She was right for her length. What would she be, maybe 5'3'' maybe a little shorter.
I honestly believe that her eyes are able to kill people. Broots once said that I should look away so that I wouldn't kill him. I just smiled but now I know how it can feel.
Dana's eyes are more than deep sea blue, they were somehow with a little of turquoise. I am not sure.
I looked at the watch again. Nearly two hours by now. Caroline started to cry and I went to her, took her out of the crib and started to nurse her, the bottle of warm milk that had been waiting.
After a little over twenty minutes she'd fallen back to sleep again and I brought her to the crib inside my bedroom.
I know myself very well and even if I don't like Dana very well I couldn't go to bed before I'll know that she would be home safe and so Mulder.
I sat down on the sofa again with a cup of tea and my "House of Mirth" book. I was taking slow gulps of tea but wasn't able to concentrate on the book.
It was too long now, nearly two and a half hours when I looked at the big watch over the fireplace again. I had to re-arrange the fire to slow the burning.
Three hours and I nearly had fallen asleep twice. The book was resting on my flat belly, the bottle of Vodka next to me. We, baby and me, knew that if something had happened to her I would need this one, the whole one, at least one bottle of hard Russian stuff. I know that I am pregnant but if something happened to Dana outside …
This was the positive thing here; you were getting alcohol pretty easily and all brands and tastes. The first time I'd been at the grocery store. I saw more than 30 different brands of wine and all Austrian. When I asked the man behind the counter if he has a Californian one, he just laughed out loud and grabbed two bottles, one was named "Welschriesling Frühlese" and the other one was a "Gewürztraminer". I was just standing there and waiting for something from him. Then he realised that I hadn't a clue about these two and told me a little about them.
Now I know that I would never want to drink a "Gewürztraminer" it's much too sweet for my taste of wine. I mean it's okay if it's just an aperitif before a big meal, especially deer. But not more than a small glass please.
And "Welschriesling" was directly the opposite of it. It was a young and fresh wine, with a little a touchy and round taste.
I got two bottles of "Welschriesling" just in case that somebody would want to drink a glass of wine. I had set a strict alcohol ban over me.
Suddenly I heard a loud knocking on the door. I jumped and opened it. It was Fox with Dana in his arms. She looked paler than she already normally was, her lips were blue and her eyes closed.
I couldn't believe what might have happened.
"Fox …." I started to whisper. Mulder looked around and went over to the fireplace.
"Could you bring me the cushions and the warm blankets from our room?" he asked me and I nearly ran to grab them. It wasn't looking too good.
I brought them to him and slowly helped him to remove her already soaked cloths. He did it with patience and in a way like he would do that every day.
Fox pulled her out of the jacket which I put on a hanger. I was watching him when he started to unbutton her shirt. I had to help so I kneeled down and started to remove her shoes. Even her socks were wet. I put some paper into the shoes and set them next to the fire.
The cottage was warming up, it was really getting hot inside. I noticed that Mulder had put more wood into the fire.
Now she lay there just in her white cotton bra with the girly little lace on top, just to make the mound of her breasts a little rounder, and her wet and soaked jeans.
Fox? No he wasn't staring as I believed he would do. The moment he started to unbutton her jeans I told him that I would bring a warm flannel pyjama. So I headed to my room and pulled the warmest pair out of the drawer. She had to warm up again.
Fox didn't even glance a second too long over her body when she was naked in front of him. Slowly he started to rub her body dry with a soft towel I had brought along.
He'd always been great with woman but they must have a special relationship. Fox got her into the pyjama trousers without any help but he asked me to help with the top.
He had pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. I put one arm into the one sleeve and slowly around her back to get the other one into the other sleeve. While I was doing it Fox's hand was resting on her slim belly.
It was the first time I was able to notice how thin she was, tiny scars all over.
She had a more than white body form and full breasts. I haven't noticed their fullness before, not that I cared. But now I wasn't able to look into Fox's eyes so I concentrated on her.
She was wearing a little golden cross around her neck that didn't even reach a lot over her collarbone.
She was tiny but with a strong mind, I guess.
When I started to button the top, Mulder stopped me. "Thanks Sarah, thanks for everything," and then he tried to smile. "Go to bed now, I guess I can handle it from now on alone, you and the baby need the rest."
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Where was I? I asked myself when I opened my eyes. I had been sleeping on the floor in front of a fireplace. It had gotten cold so I woke up.
I imagined that somebody had been sleeping with me but I wasn't sure.
When my eyes were able to focus again I saw a man sitting on the sofa with a baby in his arms. God he looked adorable.
The moment I started to move he put the baby back into its crib and headed, with long fast steps, towards me.
"Are you okay Dana?" he asked me.
I nodded.
"You scared the shit out of me last night Dana," he said and smiled at me. In the next moment he'd pulled me into his arms and brought my body tightly against his. God he was hot. And this smell!
I snuggled a little closer into his shoulder and moved my hands softly around his wait.
So this was my life? Maybe?
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from the back, and than a tall and slim woman appeared in the living room.
"How is she doing?" she asked the man who hugged me.
"I guess she hasn't broken anything. By the way Scully how stupid can you be to run outside into this Snowstorm?"
Well I guess if this was what had happened last night, the reason why I wasn't able to remember anything, then I wasn't able to answer this question properly.
I didn't want to lose the grip on him. He slowly moved away a little but was still holding me tight.
"I guess Sarah she was frostbitten yesterday, I am not sure if she hit her head against the tree but it could have been," the man said.
"Well let's have a look at her head," the tall woman with the very dark hair and the ice blue eyes said and went towards me.
She was just wearing a robe and a very tiny silky nightgown under it. The man who was holding me in his arms glanced once at her cleavage which was softly exposed while she bent down to my head.
"Ouch" I nearly screamed when she touched me.
"Well …. I guess she did hit the tree," she said.
Her voice was deep and she had marvellous white teeth.
"Its not the first time that Scully hits her head really badly, she is so stubborn and has a bullhead. I am sure that nothing serious happened. Or does anything hurts?"
"I am not sure, besides my head … no nothing ..." I looked around the room. I couldn't even remember one piece of furniture.
"Do you know where you are?" He asked me and pulled me away and out of his arms.
There I noticed that I was wearing a too big pyjama, obviously not mine. Shit. He was her man and not mine. Well typical.
I shook my head.
~PART 3 END~
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