a/n: Okay. So this chapter is heavily flashback ridden, but I wanted to supply some back story.
dedication: To Andrea. She has the homework from hell and she's been really stressed out.
disclaimer: Not Mine, fuck
It was the summer of 1995, weather was hot, tempers were hotter. Maggie Scully decided today was a good day to take her children swimming, so she piled the children into her Oldsmobile and drove across town to the Jasper Township pool. Melissa and Bill rushed into the pool and began to play with their friends from school while Dana hung back from the group.
"Dana go play." Mrs. Scully instructed.
Dana whimpered slightly and inched closer to her mother, "No." She said softly.
"Hi!" A brown haired little boy ran up to them.
"Why hello, what's your name?" Mrs. Scully asked the little boy as she sat down on a chair.
"I'm Fox." He said with a toothy grin.
"Hi Fox. This is Dana. She's kind of shy." Mrs. Scully explained.
"Hi Dana." Fox smiled at her and Dana giggled, "Come play wif me." He said and bit his lip, tilting his tiny head to the side.
Dana thought about it for a minute, tossing her weight from foot to foot, "Okay." She said softly and Fox took her hand, the two raced off across the small lawn and into the kiddy pool. By the time the pool closed up for swim team practice, Dana and Fox were inseparable and began to cry when their mothers tried to pull them apart.
"No! I want Mulder!" Four year old Dana pouted, reaching for her friend.
"I want Dana!" Mulder said and took Dana's hand.
"Maybe we could meet up again?" Mrs. Scully asked Mrs. Mulder.
"It seems like we might have to." Mrs. Mulder chuckled and ruffled her son's hair, "Fox would you like to see Dana again?"
"Mhmm." Mulder said and they all smiled.
"What about you Dana?" Mrs. Scully asked her daughter.
"My Mulder." The girl said as if Mulder was her teddy bear and clutched his hand tightly.
"We were so little." Dana Scully said as she flipped the page in her mother's scrap book. Mrs. Scully had taken Charlie to his Cub Scout meeting and had asked that Dana clean out the hall closet while she was gone. When she was cleaning, Dana had discovered a big box full of pictures and old scrap books. When Mulder had arrived, the two took over the coffee table and began to flip through them.
"I was smitten with you." Mulder chuckled as he looked at pictures of him and Scully, "Oh look at that one! Our first day of school."
"Oh God." Scully brought her palm to her face, "I look like such a dork."
"You were so cute." Mulder said and pulled her hand from her face, "I think I loved you, even then."
"Mulder you are too cheesy." Scully said and rolled her eyes, "Oh man look at that one." Scully said and pointed at their Halloween costumes.
It was the fall of 1997, Mrs. Scully had agreed to take Mulder and Scully trick-or-treating. It was Mrs. Mulder's turn, but Samantha was sick with a bad ear ache and only wanted her mother. Melissa had dressed her little sister up, placing her in a Tinkerbell costume and sprinkling glitter everywhere. Mulder was dressed up as Peter Pan, complete with tights.
"But Tinkerbell isn't supposed to have red hair!" Scully pouted, she'd of much rather gone as something else.
"She does in Hook!" Fox Mulder reminded his best friend, he gave her a big smile, showing his two missing teeth, "Remember that crazy lady from those movies Missa likes, she plays Tink and she has red hair."
"But not in the cartoon!" Scully kicked a stone as Mrs. Scully walked behind the two of them, standing at the end of sidewalks while they collected their treats.
"Hey, at least you don't gotta wear tights!" Mulder said with a roll of his eyes.
"You like it Mulder and you know it." The five year old shot back.
"Whatever. You have cooties, so what do you know?!" Mulder said and stuck out his tongue.
"You're mean. I don't want you to be my best friend anymore. John's my best friend." Scully huffed and crossed her arms.
"Scully!" Mulder pouted, "I'm your best friend. You don't have cooties, I'm sorry!"
"I guess you can be my best friend again... if.." Scully pondered, searching for the perfect punishment.
"If what?" Mulder asked, excited to win his best friend back.
"You give me a kiss!" Scully exclaimed.
"But I don't got any thimbles!" Mulder pouted.
"Then you gotta kiss me. On the lips!" Scully giggled.
"But, but you're a girl!" Mulder exclaimed. Mrs. Scully laughed as she watched the two, grabbing her camera and snapping a few pictures.
"Come on, Mulder. You don't want me to call you a chicken, do ya?" Scully asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Fine." Mulder made a face and leaned forward, closing his eyes and puckering up his lips. Scully's face was one of shock and terror as Mulder's face got closer and closer to hers.
"Alright. I give. You're my best friend." Scully said and took off running to the next house.
"I can't believe you turned me down." Mulder placed a hand over his head, looking at his girlfriend.
"You had cooties." Scully told him, trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.
"Oh yeah?" Mulder asked, turning to face her, "What about now?" Mulder tipped his head to the side, leaning into kiss her, "You gonna run away?" Mulder asked, his breath warm on her skin.
"Not a chance." Scully said and leaned forward, kissing him lightly.
"I love you. Even if you do have cooties." Mulder decided as they pulled away. Scully wacked his arm and turned the page in the album, "Oh look at you. Little Miss Attitude."
"I was going through a phase." Scully said as she observed the picture.
"As I recall that phase lasted well into middle school." Mulder commented.
"Shush. If you remember right, I was fighting to stay with you." Scully glared at him.
In the summer of 1999, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were glued at the hip. They spent all day, every day together. If one went to the city, they begged and pleaded till the other got to go too. They went camping in John's backyard. Stayed up late, talked on the phone, went swimming practically every day. This particular moment of that summer, they were at the park, sitting on the swings that they had long ago claimed as theirs.
"I have to go to Indiana." Scully sniffled, the Mulders and the Scully's had met up for dinner at the park.
"What? Why?" Seven year old Mulder asked, his new glasses sliding to the tip of his nose.
"Cause my Gramma Jean is sick." Scully explained, she crossed her arms, sitting in the swing next to him. She wore jeans and a tee-shirt, her converse untied, her teeth unbrushed and her hair uncombed.
"Oh. I'm sorry Scully. Is she gonna be ok?" Mulder asked as he kicked a rock, bummed that his best friend had to leave.
"Yeah. It's her like THOUSANDTH birthday and she had that Old Timers Disease." Scully rolled her eyes.
"I guess I'll have to hangout with Samantha and John while you're gone. Will you call me?" Mulder asked.
"If I can." Scully promised.
"How long you gonna be gone?" Mulder asked.
"Like three days. Basically an ETERNITY." Scully pouted, she was generally a good child, but as everything began changing and she was on the cusp of puberty, she became strong willed, defiant, needing to test the boundaries.
"It's okay Scully. I'll be waiting when you get back." He promised.
"Thanks Mulder." Scully said and the two met in a hug between their swings.
"I missed you like crazy." Mulder admitted.
"I missed you too. Bill and Charlie drove me nuts." Scully laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder, curling up on the couch. She rested the photo album between them.
Mulder turned the page, "Oh look at you... that hair cut."
"Shut up. I thought The Rachel was the coolest thing ever." Scully said and elbowed him.
"Oh yes. I will never forget that phase."
"Annnnyways." Scully turned the page, "oh." She breathed and went to turn the page, but Mulder's hand stopped her.
"I want to see. I don't remember a lot from then." Mulder explained.
"Well, if you're sure." Scully said and showed him the picture, it was taken shortly after Samantha had disappeared and Mulder walked around like a ghost ninety-nine percent of the time.
"When's the last time you slept?" Eleven year old Scully asked twelve year old Mulder.
"Can't remember." Mulder said as he took a sip of his Pepsi and stared blankly at the TV screen.
"Mulder." Scully said softly, reaching for his hand, but Mulder pulled away.
"Don't give me sympathy Scully! She's not dead!" Mulder yelled, "She's not dead." A lone tear ran down his cheek. Scully bit her lip and then leaned forward, hugging him tightly. Mulder shook in her arm and she just let him sob.
"I've got you. I believe you." Scully whispered.
"You're my best friend." Mulder whispered through his tears.
"Always Mulder. I'm not leaving you. Not now. Not ever." Scully said and linked pinkies with him.
"Scully I can't sleep." Mulder admitted.
"Why?"
"I have nightmares every time I close my eyes." Mulder said, he was so wore out.
"Wait here." Scully said and ran to the hallway closet, her jeans dragging on the floor and almost tripping over her shoes. She grabbed two sleeping bags, carrying them to the living room, "Let's go." She nodded towards the door. They went outside, climbing onto the trampoline, they laid out the bedding.
"What we doin' Scully?" Mulder asked as he followed Scully's lead, climbing into the other sleeping bag.
"Okay, we're outside, so if by chance they bring Samantha home, then you can see it right of way. Secondly, I'm gonna be right here, incase you have a nightmare." Scully promised him.
Mulder slept through the night and they awoke to the sound of Melissa sniggering and Mrs. Scully's camera wiring. Scully and Mulder's hands were hooked and they were facing one another.
"I think that was the day." Scully muttered as she ran the hand over her picture, "The day I knew I was in love with you."
"Really? Funny you should say that." Mulder turned, angling his body towards her, "That's the day I know I fell in love with you."
"How so?" Scully asked, tilting her head to look at him.
"You were my angel. My port in the storm. You alone took away my nightmares. You gave me strength Scully." Mulder explained and Scully smiled, tilting her head down, she looked up at him through her eye lashes.
"I love you Mulder." Scully whispered, she closed the book and sat it on the coffee table as Mulder pulled her into a heated kiss.
"I love you too." Mulder murmured against her lips, Scully locked her arms around his neck, swinging her leg over his lap, straddling him, Mulder left a trail of kisses on her neck. After a few minutes, Scully slid off his lap and extended her hand, leading him up the stairs.
Mulder began to ask a question, Scully pressed a finger to his lips, "We have time." She promised, "I want you. I need you."
Mulder picked her up, laying her on the bed, his fingers working deftly to remove her clothes as he trailed kisses over the exposed skin. Scully removed his shirt, tracing her nails over his back and through his hair. Their hips grinded as they teased each other, taking their time, removing the remnants of clothing and came together, fueled by teenage desire and love. The need to complete one another was overwhelming.
Scully traced shapes on his chest as they lay together in the mess of sheets on her bed, "We need to get dressed."
"I know. I'm not sure I can move though." Mulder teased and Scully laughed whacking his chest lightly.
"Come on. Let's clean up." Scully said and raised her eye brows in the direction of the shower. Mulder's eyes lit up and he suddenly had no problems moving.
A/N: Okay, so there is the scene that Andrea and Lily both were "angry" I didn't write out. LOL. I'm not very good at gauging ratings and crap, so that's as graphic as it's gonna get. Kaypeesh?