The X-Files, Scully and Mulder belong to Chris Carter.
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Chapter Five
Don't Give Up
The Scully-Mulder residence
16.33 P.M
Safely home, they decided to change their plans, instead of father and son watching the movie while Scully cooked dinner, they decided to wait with the movie, until they all three could watch it together.
When Scully started their dinner, Mulder and William found a book together they could read around the large table in the kitchen, it was a story about which animals you can have on a farm. Often, Mulder was interrupted by William's voice, insisting to spell the animal's name, each time the story included a dog, a cat or a cow.
Dinner was spent in the same good spirit. The day had been really good to William and, now, he looked forward going to school the next day.
Much to Scully's surprise, William was excited about spending a few days alone with his grandma, she knew they were bonding, but she had expected, that he would be anxious about their leaving. Afraid it would remind him of other leavings, but he never failed to surprise her.
Margaret Scully was his only grandma, both of Mulder's parents had passed away, and none of the Van De Kamp's parents were alive. William was very curious about his newly found grandma; it hadn't taken him many minutes to discover, she was very generous and caring. He was sure they would have a good time together.
Clearing the table, taking the leftovers away and storing the dishes in the dishwasher, Mulder listened to the faint sounds of Scully and William in the bathroom, it sounded like they had a lot of fun preparing William for bed.
Carrying her son and his blanket into the living room, Scully slightly turned her head towards the kitchen to see what Mulder was up to; he was placing the cups on the tray, he was preparing for them. It still amazed her to see him doing domestic tasks at their home, remembering how, he always ignored anything but the mostly needed cleaning in his old apartment. When it came to home-cooked meals, they always ended up in her apartment.
Gently, setting William down on the couch, she sat next to him, "I will find the movie, mommy" he volunteered.
"Go ahead, sweetie" she smiled, sensing someone walking into the room; she directed her smile to Mulder, "ready for a movie?"
"Sure, I even got the milk for you," he smirked at her.
"That's very sweet of you, Mr. Mulder."
"Never a bother, Ms. Scully. So you don't want tea? I can get more milk."
"Don't go!" She patted the couch next to her, "I'll settle with tea so our young man here can have his milk." She giggled back at him.
He sat next to her and opened his arms so she could mould into his body, using his chest as back supporting. William crawled onto the couch and followed his mother's example, using her as back support. Watching the movie was soothing, on one side of her, Mulder rehearsed all the lines and on the others side, William, repeatedly, spelled mom and dad, the words she had taught him in the bathroom. Now and then, he varied them with cat, dog and cow. In other situations it would've driven her crazy; now, it was just the sounds of her family and their eccentricities, which she loved.
Half way though the movie the spelling stopped and William rested heavily against her. Enjoying the comfort of his warm body resting against her, she waited a few minutes before lifting her head towards Mulder.
"He's asleep?" He picked up her movement instantly, constantly tuned into his surroundings.
"Yeah, mind to carry him to bed?" Sandwiched between them, she hadn't many chances of moving.
"I will get him."
Trying to shrug off the cold that indulged her, when they left her alone on the couch, she got up. It was time to pack a few bags; fortunately, her mother would be staying in the apartment with William. But she had her own bag to pack with formal outfit.
Absentmindedly, she packed a few long cotton skirts, she normally never wore and didn't expect to in Canada, but her instinct told her to bring them. Before long Mulder entered the bedroom and started packing as well, "guess it was a hard day, he's knocked out."
"Well, he did do a lot of spelling, heck I probably will be spelling cat, dog and cow in my sleep tonight. You may want to sleep on the couch!" She glazed seriously at him.
"I'll take my chances; I can always wake you, Scully"
Seeing her lifting her eyes in question, he laughed, "I may take advance of you agent Scully, be aware."
"Oh, I hope you do!"
Stepping closer, she slowly moistened her lips with her tongue; she had his full attention, now. His eyes locking on her inviting lips, he stepped closer. She welcomed his kiss and feeling the soft brushing of his tongue on her upper lip; she willingly parted her lips, allowing him full access to his mouth.
Feeling the familiar sensations running down her spine, she moaned deeply, her hands found their way to the back of his head and pulling him closer, she deepened the kiss. Leaning closer into her body, he, hoarsely, groaned into the warmth of her mouth, his arousal rising against her, hard.
Desire running wild through her body, instinct and love took over.
Their desires never seemed to slow down, never seemed to fade in intensity, it burned hot with every touch and every kiss.
If anything, it had grown through the years. The flame, lit by the first shy, awkward kiss, was fuelled by the intimacy of knowing every curve of the other's body, by knowing they entrusted each other with their lives and by opening their hearts fully. Sometimes desperation was in their lovemaking, but more frequently, it was full of life-proving and bliss.
Much later, she rested peacefully against his chest, both had been to the bathroom and to William's room to check on the boy and give him a soft kiss. They cherishing each moment, they had with their son. Moments they had been denied for so long.
"Do you think he will be okay, Mulder. Truly?" Her voice trembled against his chest.
"William? Yeah, he will be fine. He's an amazing boy, Scully. You're not a bad mother because you go away for a few days, you know that."
Pulling her neck back, she faced him, doubt clearly written all over her face. It was easy to see she was troubled, "perhaps I should return to Quantico!"
"Don't do this to yourself, Scully" He scoped her into his arms, "you can't live you life in fear, if you do; you will pass that fear on to William. Giving him a fear of living, it wouldn't be fair to him. And, it wouldn't be fair to you, either. Life will battle with him once in a while, like it battles us."
"But he is more exposed than other children. We've been running for so many years. Mulder and I can't stop thinking about Gibson, or stop thinking, that William will be taken away from us again. We don't know what those people will do to him. I though we had a choice of keep running or stop running, but maybe we don't." She was on the border of tears.
"What do you mean?" He was confused, nothing arresting had happened today, at least, nothing he knew of.
"Did we make the right choice moving here? What if we ran directly into the monster's mouth by coming here? What if we can't hide anywhere?"
Running a hand through her long, silky hair, he thought about her question, he had his own doubts, frequently wondering, if he could protect them his time, if ever needed. "I think we did, we're not meant to hide in fear, not meant to give up on who we are. Looking for the truth is who I am, Scully!"
Tensing, she sighed deeply, "is it all you are?" Her question held a deeper meaning, he had told her the same thing, not so long ago, when she refused to follow him on his quest into the darkness. That stubbornness of his wasn't new to her, it had always been a greater part of him; a part, she loved and feared. It had taken him away from her and endangered his life, repeatedly.
Now, it was his time to sigh, "Of course not, is that what you think?"
Hesitating, she searched for an answer within herself; did she doubt his feelings for William and her? Or was she just tired of fighting with his quest and dead sister? "Well, Mulder, I guess, I don't"
"You guess you don't, come on Scully. You and William come first, I promised you that when we agreed to do this. Don't you believe me?"
"Sure, maybe I'm just tired and worried. I hate to leave him, Mulder. And I don't like to have the darkness at my doorstep." Fatigue was blurring her voice.
"Maybe it's part of our destinies to fight the darkness, always to run. Remember my regression? Maybe we chose this before we were born. Maybe we chose to be together to fight this evil, knowing we couldn't do it alone or with someone else. Maybe there is a greater plan with our lives; it says a lot, Scully. It says a lot. Maybe this is your way of passing on your faith to our son, teaching him to fight for what he believes in."
Hearing her breathing becoming deeper, he paused, when she didn't stir or say anything, he whispered. "Goodnight, Scully." He brushed her hair with his warm lips.
"Night, Mulder" she returned, half asleep.