Title: Amore Cieco
Author: sitarra
email: bellydancergirl7...
Distribution: All okay
Classification: S,R,H
Keywords: MSR
Rating: R
Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into
season 8 only with a twist.
Summary: MSR
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.
Progress: WIP

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primo tiratore

Scully stripped off her breast plate, her expression one of relief. It was starting to cut off her circulation. Mulder sat across from her on a bench, admiring his armor instead of looking at it with disdain like her. She just had to roll her eyes at that. He was such a kid sometimes.

"One of these days, Mulder…"

He finally looked up at her. "'One of these days' what, Scully?"

She looked over at him. He looked good with the armor but he looked even better without it. She shook her head to get rid of the images. She was supposed to be mad at him.

"One of these days I'm not always going to be around to save your sorry ass," she finished.

"Why not? You going somewhere?" He fiddled with his armor.

She gave an exasperated sigh. "No, I'm not. But Mulder, you have to realize that there's not always going to be someone there to save you. You can't always go running off. You'll get yourself killed one day if you're not careful."

"Scully..." he started but she cut him off.

"No, Mulder. You have to understand this. You can't always run off to save the day. You can't always risk your life to find the answers. Sometimes you just have to sit back and let things play out."

She was pacing the floor now and from the look on her face, she was angry. At him. That was never good. He thought back to a better time where he knew she was happy.

It had been raining the whole day when he called her at three in the afternoon. He'd been bored out of his mind. His spirits were immediately lifted when she invited him over to help her finish painting her bedroom. They'd gone to bed early that night. After going two days without seeing her, he needed his Scully fix.

He could vividly recall waking up to her the next morning. There was till a light rainfall outside. The windows were slightly open so he could hear cars on the street below.

Scully was wrapped safely in his arms, her body curled into his. He could still feel her warm breath on his bare chest. His fingers danced along her spine, causing her to shiver occasionally and sink further into him. One of her legs had slipped between his during the night. He took those precious moments to admire her at her sweetest time. She looked so peaceful and more beautiful to him than she ever had before.

That moment had been priceless to him and it was all he could think about while she paced and ranted at him now.

"… I don't want to get the phone call one day saying you're in the hospital or dead at one of the morgues," she finished. Were those tears he saw in her eyes?

A deep sigh expelled from his body as he stood. He took a few longs strides to gather her in his arms.

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere. That's not going to happen," Mulder tried to assure. "You're stuck with me for life."

"You don't know that, Mulder! You never know what's going to happen with our job. Especially with all the people who would love to see us dead."

"No, I don't but for some reason, I know you're gonna be there to dig me out of whatever hole I've gotten myself into," he shared. She gave no answer. She buried her face in his chest, her best attempt to stifle her cries. It was only after a minute that he realized something more was wrong.

"Hey, what's this?" He rubbed her back soothingly. "Why the tears? What's wrong?"

She sniffled and pulled away to look at his face. "This is just so new and I'd like to know what it feels like before it's suddenly taken away from me."

His brow creased. "What? What are you talking about? I always do crap like this."

"No, I mean this new level of us. The fact that there's actually an 'us.' I'd like to know how it feels for a change."

"You mean like if something happens to the other now, it feels like there's so much more we have to lose?"

"Yes. Mulder, I've always hated when you do such stupid things but now…"

He nodded to show he felt the same. He pulled her closer to him again, cradling her closer.

They'd grown, if possible, even closer over the last few weeks. She'd been his rock after his mom's death and finding out what had happened to Samantha. She knew when he wanted to be left alone and when being alone was the last thing on his mind. She knew to ignore him when he tried to push her away.

He perked up when an idea popped in his head.

"Hey, how about we do something fun? Get away from everything."

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divertimento

"I have to say Mulder, you always manage to continue to surprise me," Scully said as she followed Mulder down the long flight of concrete stairs of the baseball stadium.

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Scully. Like we've been married fifty years and have nothing more to offer each other."

"It's not a bad thing. It's just surprising, that's all." She took her seat next to his. "Like this. How'd you manage to get tickets this good on such short notice?"

He smiled coyly at her. "I have my ways." She chose not to respond.

"This is you relaxation day," he told her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry about a thing. Just think about fun."

"Fun?"

"Fun. Enjoy America's favorite past time."

One hour later in the fourth inning, despite what she tried to tell herself she was having. Seeing Mulder at ease put her at ease. It wasn't often she got to see him in his element, relaxing and having fun, but it was certainly a welcomed change.

She gladly settled into his side despite the armrest and let him tell her all he knew about the game, even if she did know some of it.

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desideroso

"And that's the end of the sixth inning," said the announcer.

Scully patter Mulder's thigh, gaining his attention. She excused herself to the ladies room, which allowed Mulder to turn his attention to his other surroundings besides the game and the woman next to him.

He found the men re-applying the chalk to the baselines boring. The practice hitters were kind of interesting. The mascot had his focus for a little while while he entertained a group of fans. But what really got his attention was the father and son sitting five rows in front of him.

What he wouldn't give to be a father to a child of his own. It wouldn't matter whether it was a boy or girl. As long as the baby didn't have his nose he'd be happy. What did matter was the parentage. If it wasn't his and Scully's baby, then he didn't want it. It just wouldn't seem right.

But he could still wonder, right?

Would he make a good father? Would he turn out like his own father and not give a damn about his family? Or would he turn out to be the best father ever?

A deep sigh overcame him.

It didn't matter anyway. The chance would never come along and he was fine with that. The only woman he would ever want a child with was Scully. He completely accepted that she couldn't have children, had for years, but it still brought him down sometimes.

"What are you thinking about so hard for?" Scully's voice penetrated his thoughts.

He smiled up at her. "Nothing, I was just thinking about how much I missed you."

She didn't need to know the truth. It would kill her if she knew.

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continuato nel captiolo cinque...

"Love is friendship set on fire."