A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing! I really hope you like this chapter :)

December 31, 2014

10:01pm

Scully sat on the edge of her bed. She was holding a photograph in her hand. The corners were starting to go a little dog-eared but she didn't care. She didn't really know why she even kept it. It was the photo that Barbara Doggett had taken that Halloween. In it, Scully had a tan, too-big trench coat hanging from her shoulders and was looking up at Fox. Her face was painted, his hair was slicked back. They were smiling but at each other rather than the camera. Barbara had been right; they did look natural in that photo.

Scully could here Monica downstairs already. She slipped the photograph into the front of her copy of Moby Dick and left it on the bed. It was definitely never going to happen.

Grabbing her coat she headed downstairs.

"Hey Monica," she said upon sighting her friend.

"Hey hey," replied Monica, her usual grin in place.

"We'll be up soon," Mrs Scully said patting Scully on the arm.

The two girls exited the house into the freezing street outside. They both wrapped their coats tighter around themselves. They were walking up to the Doggett's house for the New Year's Eve street party. Music could already be heard. The buzz of people's voices was also in the air.

It was a clear night. The stars twinkled with their usual dull glow. The moon was not even half full and shone unusually bright. Together with the street lights it was easy to see where they were going.

Fog issued from their mouths as they spoke.

"Looking forward to the new year Dana?" asked Monica.

"It's just another day, another year," replied Scully.

"It's not just anything," said Monica. "It's an exciting new beginning!"

"Too much TV," deadpanned Scully but she was smiling.

"You're the one who watches too much TV these days!" exclaimed Monica. "I almost had to drag you to this party."

"That's a little dramatic Mon," replied Scully. "I'm right here next to you walking of my own free will."

By this time they'd made it to the Doggett's house. They walked around the side of the house and into the backyard. There was a clear view from here of a hotel that always did a great fireworks show.

"Hi girls," chimed Barbara as she sped past carrying a dish.

"Hi," they replied in unison but Monica added in an undertone; "Lucky bitch."

Scully gave her a look but said nothing. She knew Monica was only 65 percent serious.

"Oh for God's sake!" said Monica irritably but before Scully could ask what she was talking about Brad appeared.

"Save it!" she said putting her hand up and grabbing Scully with the other one and dragging her off.

"Notice how he always materialized whenever you are referring to your Doggett crush in some way," Scully pointed out grinning. "You believe in karma and the universe giving out messages and stuff, don't you?"

"You might have a point there," agreed Monica thoughtfully.

After a while Monica wanted to mingle as usual but Scully didn't so she was left alone to be antisocial when John came over to say hi.

Monica will be sorry she missed this, Scully thought to herself.

"How are you doing Dana?" he asked.

"I'm okay," replied Scully. "I'm still not sleeping very well but the doctor said that's normal. It's getting better. How's Luke?"

"Oh he's fine," replied Doggett. "Doesn't really remember anything, thankfully."

"And Barbara?" asked Scully.

"She's still a bit edgy," he replied with a concerned sigh. "Didn't want to let Luke out of her sight for the first few weeks but she's getting better."

"Well that's understandable," said Scully. "Even though I knew... he was locked away... it was hard for me to go anywhere alone. I even had to get Monica to walk me from my place up here tonight."

Doggett put his hand on Scully's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze, his intense blue eyes filled with concern.

"You're tough Dana," he said. "You'll get through this. It just takes time."

"I know," agreed Scully. "Sometimes I just wish it'd move a bit faster."

"Hey Dad!" It was Luke. "Mom needs help inside."

"Duty calls," Doggett smiled and off they went.

Scully looked at her watch, it was 11:46pm.

All night the radio had been playing through the outdoor sound system. Scully hadn't been paying attention, it was just background noise really. The next song however caught her attention. It weaved its way into her consciousness and pulled at her heart.

Oh my love, it's you that I dream of

Oh my love, since that day

Somewhere in my heart I'm always

Dancing with you in the summer rain

Tears had formed in her eyes at the remembrance of her and Fox in the non-summer rain. Things had been so much simpler then, she had been so happy even just being friends with him and now she hadn't heard from him in over a month, not since that day at the hospital.

"Don't cry Scully."

Scully hadn't even noticed him come up beside her. She had been too caught up in her memory, in her thoughts.

She hastily wiped her eyes and turned to face him.

"Fox," she whispered looking up into his eyes.

"Scully," he returned with a smile reaching out the wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "Shall we?"

He put his hand out and she took it as if in a dream.

He pulled her close and they swayed to the music.

She rested her head on his heart until the end of the song.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked.

"Doggett called me," he replied. "He was insistent that I attend."

"So was Monica that I should come," said Scully with a smile.

Mulder laughed.

"How's work?" asked Scully.

"Awesome," answered Mulder with a smirk.

Scully blushed but laughed all the same.

"So," she said. "I've been wondering, when you said people call you by your last name..."

"That was true, no one calls me Fox," he cut in. "Like I said Scully, everything we talked about was the truth, the real me. I'm not sure why but I felt I could always talk to you genuinely."

Scully paused and then said; "So you really believe in extraterrestrials?"

"Of course, don't you?" was the reply.

"It's nearly time," announced John Doggett, switching on the projector so the television coverage appeared on the screen he'd set up in the backyard.

Everyone gathered around and Scully found herself at the back next to Mulder.

The countdown finally began and they all chanted along with it:

"Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and exclamations of "Happy New Year!" as an array of fireworks lit up the sky.

Mulder however was looking at Scully.

She turned away from the spectacle and looked up into his eyes, blue met hazel and he leant down. Their lips met in a soft, closed mouth kiss.

Monica sidled up next to Doggett and nudged him with her elbow nodding in the direction of Mulder and Scully who were sharing a slow New Year's kiss.

"We make a pretty good team, you and I," she said grinning and holding out a hand for a high five.

Doggett smiled to himself and slapped his hand against hers.

"Indeed we do Monica," he agreed innocently.

Monica internally high-fived herself, not so innocently.

Scully looked at Mulder and smiled; it was definitely happening.

"Happy New Year Scully."

"Happy New Year Mulder."

A/N: I really love the episode "Millenium". I hope this was a fitting tribute.

A massive thanks to all who read, reviewed and enjoyed this story. It means so much to hear what you guys think and to know that you like what I have written!

This was the last chapter! As a reward for sticking with me to the end maybe you could go and listen to the song that inspired this chapter's title, "Sweet December" by Short Stack.

Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year (hopefully as happy as Scully's ;) hehe)