Author: Dana Katherine
Rating: P.G. 13
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Spoilers: Yes
Author's Note: Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you for the reviews. I know there isn't a boatload of them, but I appreciate the ones I have, you have no idea. Thank-you again and please continue! Ok, I decided to write this one in Mulder's point of view. Now I've never written anything in the POV so bear with me. Also, if it totally sucks, tell me, and I'll stick to Scully POV, ok? Well here's the third chapter, enjoy!
Mulder POV
The drive home from Melissa's is quiet. Taylor fell asleep; it's been a long day for her. I can tell that Scully is thrilled yet terrified at the prospect of raising a 22 month old child. I glance in her direction, to ask her a question, but stop as I see that she too, is asleep. I smile at how peaceful she looks sleeping. This is actually the first time I've seen true peace on her face since her sister died. I know she believes that it is her fault. She knows it should have been her. That's who the killer was after, her. And when her sister walked in, they mistook her for Scully, and shot her. Once in the head was all it took. Scully had been receiving threats for some time, but we had never taken them too seriously because the man had never given specific plans, which is the case most of the time. But right after she had invited Melissa over, she received another phone call. She took this one more seriously, and had gone to intercept Melissa, and tell her not to come. Unfortunately, this didn't happen, and when Scully got back, she tripped and fell over Melissa. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes, then her doctor instincts kicked in, and she called for help. When her sister passed, all she could say was "It should have been me, not her." I want to help her, but she hasn't completely let me in, so I don't know how. I just hope that someday she can realize that it was not her fault, and let herself move on.
I pull in a parking space, and I turn the engine off. I look at Scully, she is still sleeping. I hate so badly to wake her up, but I can't carry everyone upstairs. I gently rouse Scully, and tell her that we're home. She stiffly climbs out of the car and stretches. I tell her to take Taylor upstairs, and that I'll get the boxes. She opens the back door, and unbuckles Taylor. She picks her up, and Taylor instantly wakes up. She's disoriented and immediately begins to cry. Scully hugs her close and gently rocks her while singing softly. Taylor calms down, and lays her head on Scully's shoulder. Scully runs her hand through Taylor's hair then looks up at me. She smiles and I believe she figured out in that instant that everything is going to be okay. I pop the trunk, and grab two of the smaller boxes. I shut the trunk again (you can't be too careful) and Scully and I head upstairs.
When we reach her apartment, she opens the door for us to enter, and I head straight to the guest bedroom to drop off the heavy boxes. Since Taylor has fallen asleep again, Scully lays her on the bed. Then she goes next door to get Mrs. Davis. Mrs. Davis agrees to watch Taylor while we get the rest of the boxes. Once she is settled in, Scully and I head back down to the parking garage, my hand on the small of her back. After all of the boxes are unloaded, Scully thanks Mrs. Davis and shuts the door behind her. Scully sighs and leans up against the door, laying her head back and shutter her eyes.
"Do you want some tea Scully?"
She nods her head and I head to the kitchen. I know where everything is, I don't need her help. Meanwhile, she heads to Taylor's room to change her and dress her in PJ's. Unfortunately, Taylor is not potty trained yet. Melissa was in the middle of it when she was killed. I finish with the tea, and pour us two cups. I take them both to Taylor's room, but stop in the doorway. Scully is sitting on the side of the bed, her back towards the door. She's stroking Taylor's hair, humming softly. I watch briefly, and then clear my throat softly. She jumps slighty, then stands up and turns around. She takes her cup of tea from me, and we head towards the living room. We sit on the couch for a while in silence; however it is not awkward silence. She lies back on the couch and closes her eyes. Just when I think she's asleep, she turns to me and asks,
"Want to watch a movie?"
"Aren't you tired?"
"No, I'm too wired."
"Ok, what movie?"
"I don't know, you choose."
I walk up to the cabinet and open the doors. Most of Scully's movies are chick flicks. She has a few action-type movies. She doesn't, however, have any of the corny alien movies that I mostly watch. Finally I pick up a movie and hold it up for approval.
"Miss Congeniality? Mulder, I thought you hated that movie."
"I do, but I know that you like it, so we can watch it."
She smiles and I pop in the movie. I then return to the couch, and fast forward through the previews. I personally think that they last too long. When the beginning of the movie finally comes, I set down the remote and Scully snuggles closer to me. She makes it through most of the movie, but just when they were about to crown the winner, I notice that her breathing is steady. I turn off the movie, and pick her up. She moves slightly, but doesn't wake. I take her to her room and tuck her in under the covers. Just as I am about to leave the room, she calls to me.
"Mulder?"
"Yes?"
"Could you stay the night? I'm still not used to the whole mommy thing."
"Of course."
"Here," she says, and tosses a pillow at me. "You know where the blankets are right?"
"Yup."
I grab a blanket out of the hall closet, and make myself a bed on the couch. I turn on the TV. and flip through the channels. Just as I'm about to settle on Jerry Springer, I run across one of my favorite corny alien movies. I settle down in my bed, and prepare myself to sleep. I smile. Scully's going to make a great mom. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, my cell phone rings. I look at my watch; it reads 11:21. I pick up my phone and flip it open.
"Mulder."
"Mulder it's me, Skinner."
"What's the matter, Sir?"
"You and Agent Scully need to get down here immediately."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you now."
"No. We're not coming down until you tell me why."
"I have reason to believe that Agent Scully's life, as well as yours, may be in grave danger."
i left a cliff hanger for ya :D I hope you liked this chapter. Please review for brownies! Or...whatever else you want!