By Mary Eve Parker
She really can't remember who she is or who we are. I can't believe it. I was holding my hands over my stomach, watching her. I can't believe it because it is mostly my fault, somehow.
Fox was still holding her in his arms, loosely pressing her against his body, but she was still in his arms and then she said that she couldn't remember a thing. Shit.
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He had asked me if I remembered anything and I really didn't remember one person in this room. He was still near me and his warm breath fell against the skin of my neck. A shudder ran over my whole body. Who was this man who was taking care of me?
I am sure that he knew me because he had called me Scully, but Scully isn't a name. It's maybe my family name or a nick name he gave me. Dana must be my name. The first time I moved he had called me Dana. Dana. I am Dana. But who is this man?
"Fox, I think she should take a warm and relaxing
He was Fox. Fox, what a strange name!
"Yeah that's a good idea. Dana, do you want to take a bath? I mean I can't force you to take one and if you don't feel up to it …."
"I guess I am old enough to take a bath," I said and tried to get out of his arms.
"Stay a little longer here with me," he whispered into my ears and pressed me against him again.
The tall woman didn't say a thing; she got the baby out of the crib and sat down, gave it the bottle and stared at us. I let him hold me a little longer. It felt good and so real. Was he the man in my life or just a friend? Her man?
Slowly I got rid of him. God he smelled like Amour himself, I guess if this other woman … Sarah? … Wasn't there … and I knew who he was…
"I will take a bath. I guess …." I felt dizzy and the moment I started to fall, he was behind me, catching me before my body even hit the floor.
"Dana", I heard him saying, holding me.- "I will bring her to our room. She has to sleep a little. Maybe she hit her head badly."
"I guess so Fox, bring her to bed and I will get her something to eat."
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I can't believe that I did this to her. That it's my fault that she is like she is now. That she can't remember a thing.
Sure I still don't like her, she is a pain in the ass but Mulder cares for her as if she is the most important part of his life. On the phone he never talked about anybody else, only Scully.
"How is she?" I asked, standing in the door to their room.
"She has hurt her head badly but nothing that won't come back to normal as before. She is," he smiled at her, "she is so stubborn that this won't be a problem for her. I am sure it will just take a day or two for her to remember everything again."
"I will bring you a glass of water and an Aspirin," I said and went to the bathroom with a glass in my hand.
If I really want Fox to help me a little, to bring me Jarod, we need to help her recover the fastest way. He is the only one who would be able to reach Jarod.
Slowly I went into the room. She was in bed, the window slightly open. Mulder had put the second blanket over her. She was sitting leaned against the headboard, Fox behind her.
They really must have a special relationship. She can't remember him but she trusts him enough to sit with him in such an intimate position.
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She was there again, wearing a little more than before. I noticed the belly. She was pregnant and there was a baby in the crib. Was it also hers?
"Thank you," I said and took the water and aspirin from her.
"Do you want something to eat? I was starting to make breakfast, some rolls with butter and marmalade or do you want some cereals? Just let me know."
"Thanks a lot but what about a cup of coffee? I mean I would take some tea too and I'd really like to …."
"Dana you stay in bed here – don't try to help her. Sarah is able to make you a cup of coffee herself. She might be pregnant but god she isn't immobile."
Sarah laughed and headed out. I let myself sink back against Mulder's chest. His hands were on my hips, nearly around my waist. We have to have a special relationship to be like this in front of others. It felt so right to sit there, my back against his chest, my whole body between his legs. I could feel his breath against my ear.
"Tell me about myself, please," I asked him and took the Aspirin with the water.
"What do you want to know Dana? Just ask me."
I put a strand of hair behind my ear. "What do I do for a living?"
"Well that's an easy one Dana. You are a forensic pathologist but you don't practise, well not really." He took several deep breaths. "You are a Special Agent with the FBI." I put the glass to the nightstand. "You work with me on the X-Files."
"We work together," I said and wanted to see his face.
"Yes, Dana we work together. I am the freak and you are the pessimistic one in our relationship."
"Our relationship?" Now it could get interesting I guess.
"Partnership I guess would be more the right word. We work together and we are good friends. Well I guess it's not a secret that you are my very best friend and the only one I can talk to if it's needed. I trust you, the only person in the whole world. And normally I get you out of bed at late night hours or early in the morning to go on freaky cases. You mostly never say a word, but I can read you like a book, sometimes."
So this handsome guy and I were just partners. How did that work?
"How long now?"
"What?"
"How long do we work together now?"
"Five long years"
"Am I that bad that the years seem so long?" I said and chuckled.
"God no Dana you were amazing. I don't know what I would have done without you. I am not sure where I would be if they hadn't transferred you to the X-Files."
"Hm…" Five years and we were just friends. Maybe he is married or has a girlfriend or maybe, no, he can't be gay. No way.
"And what else can you tell me about me."
The man behind me laughs and his hand closes around my waist and pulls me a little more into him. I took a sharp breath.
"Okay. You are a Navy brat Dana, your Daddy was in there and your two brothers are with the Navy too – Bill and Charley. Your Dad died a couple of years ago. You've always been his Starbuck and he was your Ahab, you know from Moby Dick. Your sister, Missy, was killed a couple of years ago. You've a tattoo on your lower back. Well what more to say, you love trashy love novels and you hate me for teasing you with them. You really like these healthy stuff and you've never been a good eater. You trained a lot since we know each other and you changed a lot). Your hair is a darker shade of red now and you eyes are bluer. Like ice, sometimes as deep as the ocean.
You normally wear all black or dark blue for work but you know that I like you relaxed a lot more because it fits you better. I really like this light blue sweater with the boat neck line. It matches your eyes."
God he knows a lot about me. I like the way he talks about me, his voice is deeper than normally. I swear so.
"You have a neat handwriting and you sometimes really beat the shit out of me."
"What do I do with you?" I said and turned around. His hands still clamped together.
"You don't beat me literally but you aren't really nice when you are angry at me what happens from time to time on a regular base."
I can get angry. Hm. Well that's possible.
"And do I have …"- a boyfriend, that's what I wanted to ask but I haven't had a chance to finish it.
"As far as I know Dana you don't but I can't be sure because it's none of my business."
"I am sure that you know quite well about it."
"Like I said it's none of my business."
Sarah came in with some roles, coffee and marmalade like she said, butter and honey.
"That's traditional Austrian breakfast Dana, relax and eat a little. You'll need your strength." She looked at me. "This" - she pointed to the red one - "this is cherry" - the yellow one - "that's apricot marmalade" - and another red one, just a little lighter - "that's red current." And she went outside again.
"I will make you one too – up or downside of the roll?" I asked him and cut one in two pieces.
"The upper one of course," he said and I could feel his smile.
I put some butter on his part of the role and waited. "Red current," he said and I did some with the spoon on it. "Thanks," he said and I heard the bite into the fresh roll.
I made myself one with apricot. Slowly I sipped on my hot coffee, thinking about what he had said about me and my life. None of his business? I can't remember a piece of my life but I can be sure that he was involved somehow into it and that I would care about him and his feelings a lot. I am not sure but he seems to be important for me. Somehow.
"Tell me about your life and what you do," I asked.
"Well what do you want to know? There isn't a lot to say. I am a single freak who can't stand his first name, hasn't got a lot of friends – well only the Lone Gunmen next to you – and who has a nice porn collection," he said and I had to laugh about his last statement.
"It's not funny Dana, really not."
"Sorry I had to laugh about your joke about the por…"
"It isn't a joke Dana, really not."
"Oh..."
"Yeah I forgot to say that you were raised very catholic and that from what I know, you were a nice little catholic girl."
"Fox …"
"Dana, please call me Mulder. I really don't like my name."
"But I'd like to call you Fox; she is calling you Fox too."
"I have told Sarah about three hundred times but she won't listen to me or remember it the next time. You can call me Fox if you want but I don't like this …. "
"It's okay; really I will call you Mulder. Do I always do that?"
"Yes, we always play this game."
"Okay." I said and ate a second role, this time I got the better, the upside.
"Can I have the other side with just honey?" he asked me and I started to put some butter on it when he stopped me.
"No butter Dana."
I just put the honey on the roll with the spoon and got some on my finger. I couldn't even think about what to do when I felt a warm wet around my finger, when he licked the sweet liquid of my fingers, sucking them deeply into his warm mouth. I couldn't resist, I moaned.
With one hand, the breakfast found his place on the nightstand, in the next second I was resting completely on him, pressing myself against him. His mouth still around my finger. My eyes were closed.
I couldn't remember a moment when I got aroused because of somebody suckling my fingers. Well remember …
I slowly moved up to be on one level with his face and leaned down to kiss his gorgeous mouth. I wanted his plump lip.
"We can't do this Dana, we can't," he said and rolled away from under me. Frustrated I sat up and he headed out of the room.
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I was standing in the kitchen, cooking some soup for Lunch, when she headed, with a blushed face, out of the room into the direction of the bath room.
What happened?
Fox slowly, a couple of seconds later maybe a minute, came out of the room. He looked exhausted.
"What happened?" I asked calmly.
"Nothing, Sarah," he said and moved to Caroline and took her out of the crib, took her to the window and sang a little for her.
I am not sure how long I watched Fox with my baby, how much I hope that this would be done by Jarod soon.
Where was Dana?
~End Part 4 ~
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