"I understand," John sighed. "But we gotta tell someone. I want to celebrate!"
Monica laughed at his enthusiasm. "Alright, so we'll tell Dana and Mulder. They should be able to relate, at least."
"Thanks, Mon," John said, kissing her softly. "Once we get out of here, we can go to Mulder's apartment and spring the news."
"What news?" They turned around to see Mulder and Scully standing in the now open doorway.
"What are you guys doing here?" John asked, standing up and facing them.
"I was just feeling nostalgic and wanted to come see how you two were handling the work," Mulder said. He raised an eyebrow at them and continued. "I see you're having no problems."
Scully hit Mulder gently on the arm. "Mulder, stop it. We came to get some of our things that we left here. But, since he asked, what is it you were going to tell us?"
As John went to close the door, Monica stuck out her hand. "We're getting married," she announced excitedly.
"Oh my gosh," Scully said in awe. "Congratulations! But what are you going to do about work? They won't let you work on the x-files as a married couple."
"And that's such a shame, too, because instead of Simon and Simon, it could be Doggett and Doggett," Mulder cracked. John shook his head at Mulder's antics, but Mulder had another thought. "Why don't you let me try to get back into the Bureau?"
"Mulder," Scully said. "It's too dangerous. I don't want to see you get hurt again."
"Don't worry. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself," Mulder assured her.
"You don't understand," Scully tried to explain. "You have more to worry about than yourself."
"Well, of course, Scully. I know I have you."
"That's not all," she admitted, looking up at him. Before she said anything else, she turned to John and Monica. "I'm sorry to take the spotlight off you, but this needs to be said."
"It's alright, Dana," Monica assured her. "We're pretty curious about your revelation, too."
"Yeah, tell me, Scully," Mulder ordered her.
Scully wrung her hands in indecision, then spoke. "I think I may have found William's location."
"What?" Mulder asked softly. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I – I didn't know what you would say," Scully admitted.
"Scully, you know I want William back just as badly as you do," Mulder murmured. "If you know where he is…"
"That's just the thing, Mulder," Scully said. "If I tell you, you'll go running off right away, and it's just too dangerous."
"She's right," John interjected. "Who knows who's after you. You should let me go."
"John!" Monica exclaimed. "They're after anybody on the x-files, not just Mulder. And I wouldn't let you go alone."
"Everyone, please, be quiet," Scully ordered. "If we all think together, maybe we can come up with a feasible plan."
"Yeah, we have to work together," Monica agreed. They all sat in silence, pondering their situation, when Monica piped up. "I've got it! The perfect plan for getting your son back and for us getting married." Her eyes were shining in anticipation, and Scully turned to her, amused.
"I can't wait to hear this," John muttered to himself.
Monica shot him a glare before elaborating. "If nobody knows we're searching for William, we won't be in any danger. All we have to do is go undercover."
"How does that help us get married?" John asked.
"We'll be going undercover as newlyweds," Monica finished. "We can go through with the ceremony, and technically, we'll be married. All we have to do is have a fake marriage certificate made with our undercover names."
"That's a lot of work, Mon," John pointed out. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Positive," Monica insisted. "We're on the x-files. We have to do what we can to help Mulder and Scully. And, besides, I want to get married to you as soon as possible." She grinned at him, then turned to Mulder and Scully. "So, what do you think?"
Mulder and Scully looked at each other, and Scully nodded. Mulder smiled and announced, "Let's get it on, honey!"
"Yes!" Monica exclaimed. She looked at John, who was shaking his head and smirking. "What? What's so funny?"
"I just can't believe what we're getting into here," John explained. "This is something I never pictured myself getting into. But, if it'll make everyone happy, I'm all for it."
"So, what are we waiting for?" Scully asked. "Let's get it on!"
Three weeks later, John, Monica, Mulder, and Scully were headed for the West Coast, where Scully had heard William was last seen. Scully now had long, blonde hair, Monica was experimenting with a curly 'do. Mulder had lightened his hair, and John had darkened his, so none of the four had recognizable styles.
They were currently in New Mexico, soon to be headed to Las Vegas, where the two couples were to get married.
"Isn't this exciting?" Monica asked Scully. They were in the ladies' room at a gas station. "I feel like we're on a big adventure."
"All I want now is to see my son," Scully responded in a subdued voice. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I love Mulder more than life itself, and I want to be his wife, but…"
"I understand, Dana," Monica assured her, patting her hand. "And I know John does, too. He, more than anyone, wants to help you find your son."
Scully smiled at Monica. "Come on. Let's go marry the men of our dreams." They walked out of the bathroom to their SUV, where Mulder and John were standing.
"Hey, big man," Monica greeted John, giving him a kiss. "You ready to hit the road?"
"I know I am," Mulder stated. "It's hotter than hell out here."
"Mulder's right," Scully said. "Let's go." They all climbed into the vehicle and headed for Vegas.
Two days later, after stopping to eat and sleep, they were in the City of Lights. While Monica was in awe at the beautiful buildings, Scully had her head in her hands.
Monica looked at Scully with a grin. "What's wrong, Dana? You act like you've never been to Vegas before," she teased.
"I just can't believe I acted like that," she responded. "I made such a fool of myself!"
"Ah, Scully, it ain't so bad," Mulder said from the front seat. "I've been called a fool for years, and I'm still relatively sane."
At the horrified look on Scully's face, Monica laughed. "Relax, Dana. I'm pretty sure he's just joking."
Scully nodded her head, but still didn't look convinced. The bright lights and neon signs soon distracted her, and before long, John was stopping the vehicle.
"Are we there already?" Scully asked, surprised.
"Sure thing," Monica piped up, grinning. "Elvis' Chapel O' Love."
"Oh, no," Scully groaned. They stepped out of the vehicle and gazed up at the gaudy building.
"What's wrong, Scully?" Mulder asked her, smiling. "Not interested in hunka hunka burning love?" As he said this, he imitated Elvis' trademark pelvis swing, and Scully couldn't help but smile.
"Just as long as we get a real wedding once we're back home," she insisted.
"Aw, come on, don't be a party pooper," John stated.
"Don't tell me you're going along with this," Scully said incredulously.
"Anything to be with the woman I love," he stated, giving Monica a squeeze and a kiss.
"Ass kisser," Monica joked, grinning.
"You know you love it," John said, still grinning.
"Save it for the wedding, guys," Mulder stated, eager to get going so they could find William.
"Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" Monica cheered, and they made their way into Elvis' Chapel O' Love.
"I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" was playing as they entered the building, and a bleach blonde in a tacky leather outfit came out to greet them.
"Welcome!" she greeted in an exaggerated Southern hick accent. "What type of wedding would y'all like?"
"A simple one," Scully said, amused by it all.
"Come on, Scully," Mulder scoffed. "You can't come here and not go all out."
"Well, it wasn't my idea to come here in the first place," she muttered through clenched teeth.
"Uh-oh, do I sense trouble in paradise?" the receptionist asked, an overdone frown on her face. "We can't have that here in the Chapel O' Love."
"No, we most certainly can't," Scully said sarcastically.
"Good. Let's get you ladies into our beautiful dresses," the receptionist stated, clapping her hands.
"What did you just say?" Monica asked. "We had out own dresses picked out."
"Well, we have our own costumes to go along with each wedding package," the receptionist stated, annoyed.
"Hold on, now," John broke in. "Did you say 'costumes?'"
"Why, yes," the receptionist squealed. "You have to look like the King and Queen."
"King and Queen?" Scully asked.
"Elvis and Priscilla," Mulder answered. "Duh."
"Mulder, may I speak to you for a moment?" Scully asked, dragging him off to the side.
"Come on, Scully. What's the big deal?" Mulder asked her once they were out of earshot of the receptionist. "When we get back to Washington, I pomise you can have the biggest, most elaborate wedding you want." He took her hands in his and continued softly. "You know I love you, and if you really don't want to get married here, I'll understand."
Scully smiled. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"I know the perfect place." She grabbed his hand and they hurried out, barely having time to grab John and Monica on the way out.
"Where y'all going?" the receptionist asked, disappointed.
"Uh…change of plans," Monica supplied as they rushed toward the door.
"The wedding's off?" the receptionist cried as they were going out the door.
"No!" all four of them responded, laughing. They got into their vehicle and drove off, leaving the receptionist shaking her head.
"So, where are we headed?" Monica asked, leaning into the front seat.
"Ask Scully," Mulder replied. Monica gave her a questioning look, and Scully smiled.
"I know this little place, and it's not really my style, but I thought it was appropriate," she explained.
"Now that's just spooky," John teased, and Monica grinned.
They drove for a little while more until Scully had Mulder stop. "This is it," she announced.
"This is perfect!" Mulder exclaimed.
"How would I know it'd be someplace like this," John said dryly.
"I agree with Mulder," Monica stated. "You picked a great place, Dana." They stepped out of the car and gazed up at the sign. It was blinking green, and in huge letters, said, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, with a picture of two aliens in wedding garb.
"Scully, do you know me or what?" Mulder said, giving her a squeeze. "Come on, let's go get abducted. I mean, hitched."
They quickly made their way into the chapel, gazing at the UFO's and aliens all over the wall.
"Welcome to Earth," the receptionist greeted. He was slightly better dressed than the previous receptionist, but not by much. He was wearing a very Star Trekkish outfit, and he had Vulcan ears on.
"Hi, we're here to get married," Scully announced.
"Of course," he replied in monotone. "This way, please." They followed the receptionist through blinking green lights into a UFO shaped chapel. "Would you care to be abducters or abductees?"
"We just want to wear the clothes we brought," Scully insisted.
"Very well. You will be abductees," the receptionist stated. "One wedding or two?"
"Two," Monica piped up, squeezing John's hand.
"Very well." The receptionist walked into a room marked PRIVATE, and returned a few minutes later dressed as an alien.
"You've got to be kidding," Monica said, trying not to laugh.
"Maybe you'll even get probed tonight," John whispered sexily into her ear. Monica grinned and swatted him playfully.
"And I thought we were bad," Mulder muttered to Scully. She smiled and shook her head.
"Are we ready to begin?" the Vulcan-turned-alien asked.
"No!" Monica shouted. John gave her a look.
"What's wrong, Monica?" he asked, concerned.
"Dana and I haven't changed yet," she informed him. "What – did you think I was having second thoughts? Never, John. I love you." She turned to him and kissed him, which garnered a throat clearing from Mulder. They pulled away. "Sorry. Come on, Dana."
The ladies went to change, leaving Mulder and John with the receptionist-turned-priest.
"So," Mulder said, attempting small talk. "Get much business here?"
"No, not really," the receptionist replied in a Vulcan-like tone.
"Well, we might be well…." Mulder stated before John cut him off.
"We might be well likely to be your first double wedding," he attempted. Mulder had just about told him their real names, and that would've been one hell of a mistake.
"Right," Mulder agreed, pointing at John. He realized his own slip-up, and was glad for John's save.
"Double weddings are common," the receptionist stated blandly. "As common as double abductions."
"Really?" Mulder asked. "I wasn't aware."
They were about to go into a full-blown conversation over it when they heard Monica say, "We're ready."
The women were dressed in beautiful white gowns, and they were both beaming.
Mulder and John were both stunned. "You look amazing," John told Monica, walking up to her and taking her hand. Mulder walked up to Scully and did the same, kissing it, before all four walked to the front of the chapel.
"Are we ready to begin now?" the priest asked.
"As ready as we'll ever be," John confirmed, squeezing Monica's hand.
"Very well. Would you like the long version or the short version?" the priest asked.
"Short, please," Monica answered, and everyone else nodded in agreement. "We want to be married ASAP."
"Very well. Let us begin…"
Three hours later, the "short" ceremony was over. The two couples walked out, relieved it was finally done.
"God, imagine if we would've picked the long version," John said. Scully laughed and Mulder tightened his hold on her.
"Now we can get on to the next part of our journey," Mulder said softly.
"We're going to find our son," Scully said. Mulder gave her a hug and John and Monica smiled at them, holding hands.
"Come on, it's still fairly early," Monica said. "We can still get some driving in before we stop for the night."
They all returned to the vehicle, and the receptionist watched them through the door of the chapel. "Live long and prosper," he said softly, giving the traditional split-fingered Vulcan symbol. He then turned and retreated into his shop, wishing a happy journey for them all.
3 YEARS LATER…
In rural Georgetown, two happy families were having a Sunday afternoon picnic. William Mulder ran around with Jeffrey Doggett, John and Monica's son.
The happy parents watched their children, and Scully turned to Monica. "So, are you two planning on having any more?"
"Actually…" Monica drawled, insinuating she was pregnant.
"You're pregnant?" Scully asked in awe. "Congratulations!"
"How about you?" Monica asked her.
"Well, that's why I brought it up," Scully responded. The two women squealed and hugged each other, and John shook his head.
"And to think," he said, "what started this all was a little song called Leather." Mulder and Scully looked confused, and John and Monica laughed.