The birth certificate was laughing at him from the coffee table, and even though She was two days old he still had no clue what to name her. She was sitting in a pink bouncy thing on his coffee table, and even though the DNA had proven to be his and Scully's she seemed more alien to him than anything he had seen from the consortium.
But I know I love her.
She wasn't any help, just kind laid there with that Scully look on her face, the same one he got from get5ting caught on a porn site instead of filling out endless paper work. Right before she would nail him in the back of the head.
"I don't know if I am comfortable with you looking at me that way Little Scully, and if we don't get a name for you soon it is gonna get real confusing around here when your—" It wasn't the first time he had stopped dead in his tracks on the mention of her mother.
Scully
He got up and went to make a bottle a pink one for her next feeding. She had not been out of her carrier since the Lone Gunmen dropped them off two hours ago. Frohike was no help, you would think after inheriting half of a guys porn collection from a midnight raid there would be some gratitude. Nope. Every time he brought up Scully, they all pretending he was referring to Little Scully. Guess Maggie got to them too.
Plunking the bottle into her mouth he laughed " I hope you don't inherit my paranoia kiddo." He mused
She began to cry shortly after half the bottle was gone. Not the usual I'm pissed and a little attention would be nice cry he had gotten used to from her in the hospital No this was all out war.
He hit the Maggie 911 speed dial button to try and get help. After ten rings he realized no one was gonna pick up. He had a vague idea that Maggie was implementing a form of tough love on him. She had even enlisted the help of Skinner and the Lone Gunman. Fish or cut bait Fox, though not to his face, he knew they were forcing him into bonding with the baby. But hey if they wanted to make him the first male documented case of Post Partum depression so be it.
She was still crying by ten that night, he had tried everything burping rocking, though he was beginning to believe she knew he didn't like her.
Ok maybe that sounded a little harsh, itr wasn't that he didn't like her, what was there not to like. She looked like Scully, had that new baby smell, tiny cute, and made a great accessory. But his own guilt led him to fear himself with her more so than the other way around. How was he going to tell her what happened?
She was going full tilt now, "All right Little Scully, I am not sure what you want here. It was easier to shut your mom up just make a disgusting reference to some part of her anatomy. You on the other hand I have tried everything short of.." As she continued to wail, he ran off to his closet o retrieve something from his past. I hope this works still he mused.
Mulder popped the cassette into the stereo, lifted the wailing baby out of her car seat and softly rock danced her around the room. "This used to work on me back when I wanted to sleep. "he laughed at her. "If we are in any way related it should still…."
He began to sing to the music as it played:
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place
I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you…
She began to settle with each small miff, Mulder could feel her body relaxing into his, she was trusting him with her life and he had no choice but to reciprocate.
Though I know that evening's empire
Has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me
I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty streets to dead for dreaming…..
She was sleeping. It never failed all through the years between Samantha's abduction and college; this one song could lay him out. All he had to do was turn the imagery in his head once maybe twice and he was down for the count. It's a wonder he wasn't an addict.
This was nice though; he could feel her gentle breaths on his neck as she succumbed to the melody and endlessly twisting streams of imagery. Guess you are mine after all he thought as he felt himself yawning and taking up residence on the infamous couch.
"Hey you, he smiled at the silent lump on his shoulder. "I think we have a name for you."
Maggie's look on her face was priceless. She held the completed birth certificate in her hand like toilet paper, not sure if he was making fun with her. Dana always said he had a warped sense of humor.
"Fox," She eased into the conversation. "You do know you have a daughter, right? I mean you are not going to make her lack of a penis into an X-file, right?" she grinned at the man holding the infant to his shoulder. He had become so natural with her in just a week, it made her happy to know that she had a hand in his growing up.
"Hence the middle name in case there is any confusion later on. " he countered absently rubbing the baby's back as she sighed heavily in her sleep. " A name like that could get her drafted."
"But Fox, you don't even like your own name, how could you give a baby a name that could potentially be just as bad?" she wanted to laugh, it wasn't that bad, but it was nice to be able to talk to him like this. Besides, he is lucky Dana is out she would kill him for sure. And his safety was still not guaranteed she could wake up.
"I like it and I think she does too, don't you Dylan Rose?" She fussed in her sleep momentarily as if to say leave me alone I am still sleeping. "It was a special moment for us Maggie, she wouldn't stop crying last night and we kinda came up with it together. The Rose part is for her Mom, Dana reminds me of a rose, soft and beautiful, but she could put a real hurt on you if you weren't careful." He smiled
That was her daughter to a tee, nothing fragile about that one. "And the last name you have thought about that one too? " She asked pushing the paper close to his nose.
"Man I see where Scully got it from. Your not gonna push Daddy around are you Dylan? Promise?" They laughed he had put her as a Mulder, it was what everyone wanted.
"Just outta curiosity Fox, where did you get the idea for the name." She asked a little afraid.
"Well I told you Dylan would not go to sleep the other night, no matter what I tried. You were, unreachable, and I was desperate. After my sister was taken I had-have the worst nightmares that I did not want to go to sleep at night, then it became that I could not go to sleep at night. When I had reached my overload for insomnia, this song would loll me out. Funny how genetics works because it worked on her too last night."
You have to wake up soon Scully, your missing all the good stuff. And now I know you are gonna kick my ass because the birth certificate is signed and filed so now you have to wake up and kill me. He wanted her so bad, needed her. Dylan was nice, but Dylan needed a Mom, her Mom.
Scully could teach her so much, how to be a woman, how to clean ten different kinds of weapons, do autopsies, bring down bad guys. and still smell like peaches and sandalwood. Not to mention she was really good with killing those things that crawled from under the sink. Mulder hated bugs, Scully was bug killer extraordinaire. What could he teach her? How to get tangled up in government conspiracies, where to strap the extra gun holster, how not to trust people. Good porn from bad? How to break into secure government buildings…
After Maggie left, Mulder put the song in again, laid the baby on his chest and they napped like that as the sun sank into the sky and faded.
They went to see Scully after they moved her back to her room. She had started to improve some since the birth. When he brought the baby to the Centre, he had to resist the urge of flashing his gun to keep away the looky-loos. He had become a spectacle every time he went anywhere with her. SO much so that he had taken to wearing his weddings ring out in public. If he would have known that a baby was such a babe getter he would have had one in college.
Dylan held court as staff wandered in to see the baby that had lived there almost all of its justation.
"Hey Scully," He started brushing her hair back from her face." You gonna get up cause I think there is someone here that really needs to meet you.. She is really cute but I think I am a little biased. Anyway we brought this picture of us for you so you can see us when we are not here. Can you believe skinner gave me maternity leave? He filled the paperwork out himself, though I think we have some splainin to do back at the office. Maybe you can explain it to me cause I am completely lost." He looked at Dylan laying peacefully in her car seat oblivious to her mother's illness. "I feel like the luckiest and unluckiest man on the face of the earth and I don't see how that is possible." He placed the photo of the two of them on the stand by her bed. It was taken by Langley two weeks ago while they were out shopping. Mulder was holding Dylan and had her close to his face so Dana would be able to tell the family resemblance. So that if she woke up and he was not there she would know, or at least want to know.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
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I hope this keeps everyone happy for a whil i posted two chapter's i dont know when the next ones are coming but there is sooooooooo much more to this sordid tale
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