Adopted Consequences
Chapter 12
May 24, 2005 12:32 am
Scully's Apartment
"If it means I have you back in my life, every day, than yes it is," he answered, his hazel eyes twinkling. He looked at her, hoping that she would accept his answer as truthful honest and meaningful as he had meant it. He searched her sea blue eyes, searching for a response or a flicker of love and caring. "I would do anything to have you back in my life everyday. One thing that these three years has done for me was allowed to end my search. I found the truth Dana, and it's you and me… together. There is no other truth in this world besides us."
Scully leaned her head farther into Mulder's hand that was still resting on her cheek, his fingers tracing little paths on her skim aimlessly. "Can there still be truth between us? Even after all this time? Do you still believe in us?" she asked honestly. "Because I can't loose you again."
Instead of responding, Mulder pulled her close to him, the hand that was once resting on her cheek now holding her protectively to his chest. They both let out a contented sigh, once again feeling the contact with each other they haven't been able to enjoy in more than three years. Mulder tightened his grip on her as he felt the sobs come pouring out of her into his strong chest. He buried his face in her hair, the smell of her shampoo, unchanged over time, bringing tears to his eyes as well, reminding him that this was real.
The feeling of his cell phone vibrating in his pocket drew Mulder awake from his slumber. He tried to reach out to get it, but found himself unable to because of what weighed his arm down. The sleeping red head curled up on against him brought a smile to his face, and he ignored the pestering of the phone. After talking for the most of the night, it was Scully who had cried herself to sleep in Mulder's arms. He fell asleep shortly after her, finding peacefulness in the ability to hold her once again. It was once the vibrating continued that he decided to try to move her as gently as possible without waking her.
After successfully repositioning Scully on the couch, Mulder grabbed his phone from his pocket and went into the kitchen. There were seven missed calls, all from either his apartment or from Skinner's cell phone. He quickly redialed and immediately got Skinner. "Mulder, are you coming back sometime this year? Because like you, some of us do need to go to work."
"I apologize sir," replied Mulder. "I took the rest of the year off for family reasons. I was unaware that you need to report in today. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Don't rush, Agent," replied Skinner. "You neighbor, Mrs. Carlyle, came by to see if Will wanted to spend the day with her son. So take your time."
"Thank you sir," he answered grateful for the extra time. They had only scratched the surface of the things that needed to be discussed. "I'll be in touch with you soon."
"And Mulder, be careful. Emotions are a funny thing. Especially after years of being ignored," Skinner said before disconnecting.
Mulder dropped his phone back into his pocket and sighed as he leaned against the counter. He hadn't heard Scully wake up, or follow him into the kitchen. He was startled when she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "I thought I had dreamed that for a minute there. Don't let me wake up alone like that," she said smiling slightly.
Mulder turned around in his arms and drew her closer to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I had to take a phone call. Trust me."
"It's early, why don't we go back to sleep for awhile," she replied. "The couch isn't the most comfortable piece of furniture."
Fours hours later, it was Scully who awoke first this time. She looked up at the man who was holding onto her for dear life, even in sleep, and wondered how she could ever have lived without this. She stared up at the man who she loved more than anything in the world, happy just to have him back and to be in his arms once again. How many nights had she woken up to this same dream, only to have it dashed away as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes? But this time, this was real. This was the truth they had been seeking for the past twelve years. And the only piece of this perfect puzzle that was missing was their son, who was currently spending the day with his best friend. She sighed contently, and inhaled the smell that was uniquely Mulder; Old Spice Body Wash, with a small hint of sunflower seed.
She studied the form lying next to her, taking the time to truly look at him, something she had denied herself up till this point. Time had been good to him, hair still perfectly brown and full, still the athletic body of a field agent, and the only sign of age on his face were the small smile lines around his eyes. He was still the man that she had pictured every night, not much of a change. She smiled at the thought of the field agent's body that was covered by the tee-shirt; she wondered if his chest was still as defined as it had once been.
Mulder awoke slowly; the first sight as he regained consciousness was the smiling face of Scully looking down on him. "And to what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Scully?" he asked, returning the smile to her. "I thought you were the one who wanted to sleep?"
"I did, Mulder," she replied. "But it's nearly eleven. One can only stay in bed for so long."
"If this is the surroundings I can stay in bed all day," he replied smirking. "But I do see your point. Why don't you shower and get dressed while I hunt down some breakfast, and then we'll venture back to my apartment. I have to feed my fish anyways."
"You still have those things? It's a wonder they survived."
"Yeah, well I've been through too many to count over the years, but they are a Mulder essential. And besides I have someone I want you to meet anyways."
To Be Continued
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Next Chapter: Reuniting Scully and Will.
