A/N: Alright, you guys have been so amazing, I think it calls for another chapter with in the week :D LOL! Okay, this chapter is gonna end on a super sad note, but please, take heart. It WILL get better.
Dedication: Rachel cause she helped me come up with this AWESOME plan (so yell at her too)
Disclaimer: I do not own them Sam I Am, I do not own them... frakking damn
Dana Katherine Scully was never one to sulk, but when her father sent her boy friend away -demanded that they not see each other. She sulked. She had locked herself in her room all weekend, never changing out of her pajamas. She didn't say a word to anyone, only sending ice daggers at her father every time she was forced to come downstairs and eat.
Sunday night came and Spring Break was starting the next day. Scully took a shower and went into her room to change. She stared at the pajamas before her and her stomach felt sick. She was tired of bumming around the house. If she was going to be in trouble, then she might as well go for broke. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed Mulder's phone number.
"Scully?" Mulder answered, shocked.
"Come and get me." She whispered.
"How?" Mulder asked.
"Meet me at the corner in ten minutes. I'll be there." Scully promised.
"We're gonna be in SOOO much trouble." Mulder reminded her, even though he wanted to see her just as bad.
"I don't care anymore. It's been forty-eight hours and I am already going nuts." Scully replied, her voice forced and full of emotion.
"I'll be there." Mulder took a deep breath and let it out.
"Love you." She whispered.
"Love you too." He said and hung up.
Scully stuffed pillows under her covers, beating them into a submissive, human-like form. She left her cell phone in her top desk drawer -she just wanted a few hours of solace with Mulder, she'd face the fall out when she got home. Pulling on her black Converse and Mulder's hoodie, she climbed out her bedroom window. Standing on the porch roof, she let out a guilty sigh. She didn't like breaking the rules, but nothing was keeping her from Mulder. She climbed down the tree.
Cutting through the neighbors yard, she walked to the corner of Oak and Main Street. She stood on the sidewalk, hands in the kangaroo pocket. She rocked back and forth on the rubber soles of her shoes and hoped Mulder wouldn't take too much longer.
Mulder's green Ford f-150 crested the hill and Scully grinned, he pulled up to the corner, leaning over and opening the door for her.
"Hi." She kissed him.
"Hi." He mumbled against her lips, kissing her fully.
"Wanna get out of here?" Scully asked when she pulled away.
Mulder nodded, "Where to?"
"Somewhere we can sit and talk and stuff." Scully suggested; her feet resting against the dash and her knees drawn to her chest.
"I know a place." Mulder nodded, "How's..."
"It's like Hell... but quieter." Scully told him.
"I'm so sorry." He reached over, taking her hand.
"Not like you're the only guilty one." Scully shrugged.
They drove silently for awhile, only the turning of the wheels on the highway filled the silence. Mulder pulled off the highway, taking side roads for awhile. Then they reached it, it was out in the middle of nowhere. A park, nestled in between the joining of two county roads. He parked in the small gravel parking lot that was really only fit for two cars -at most. Scully smiled at him and opened her door. She slid out of the cab and walked over to the old rusty swing.
The swing creaked as she sat down, rocking back and forth slightly. Mulder leaned against the support beam. The swings were made to last; the support beams made from oak and the chains were metal and Scully's fingers laced through them.
"What are we doing?" Mulder asked, one ankle crossed over the other and his head resting against the wood. His hands rested in the pocket of his zipper hoodie, his eyes taking in the night sky.
"I have no idea." Scully replied, honestly, "I just couldn't be away from you."
"And the consequences?"
"I don't care anymore." She said, her jaw clenching.
"Scully." He looked at her skeptically.
Scully got off the swing and walked over him, "I don't Mulder. My father can yell all he wants, but that doesn't change anything. I still love you."
"I love you too." Mulder reached out, brushing a red lock from her face.
"Maybe this will all blow up in our faces." Scully looked down and then up into his eyes, "But I don't want to waste one second stuck in that house, when I could be here with you."
Mulder reached forward, hooking his pointer fingers into the kangaroo pouch of the hoodie and pulled her foreward. She stepped up to him, lifting up on her toes to meet him midway in a kiss.
When they seperated, Mulder lead her over to the wooden picnic table. He sat on the table and pulled her into his arms, his hands locking around her waist and she leaned back against him.
"You're perfect for me." Mulder whispered in her ear, "Did you know that?"
"I love you." Scully let a tear slide down her cheek.
"You're my everything." Mulder breathed into her ear.
"And you're mine." Scully looked at the promise ring on her finger.
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The sun rose over the tree line; the rays bounced off the metal chains and the hood of Mulder's truck and woke up the drowsy teenagers. Mulder smiled and kissed Scully's jaw, "Wake up."
"What time is it?" Scully wiped the sleep from her eyes.
"About half past we're both going to hell." Mulder said and stretched.
"We should head home." Scully sighed, unfortunately life wasn't a fairytale and two seventeen year olds couldn't just ride into the sunset.
"I want to talk to your dad." Mulder explained, climbing off the table and helping Scully down.
"Okay." Scully nodded.
Hand in hand, they walked back to the truck. The ride back to the Scully house was just as silent as it was the night before. The closer they got to the Jasper Hollow city limits, the sicker Dana Scully felt. She wanted to yell at Mulder to pull over, but she just swallowed hard and forced herself to deal with it.
"It's gonna be okay." Mulder promised.
"I hope you're right." Scully forced a small smile.
When Mulder's truck pulled up in front of the Scully house, the whole family (minus Melissa) was on the porch. Taking a deep breath, they both climbed out.
"Dana Katherine Scully. Get in the house." Mr. Scully said, his voice was too calm.
"No." Scully shook her head, standing tall beside Mulder.
"Mr. Scully." Mulder took a deep breath, "I'd like to speak with you."
"No." Mr. Scully said, "You need to leave."
"Please. Sir." Mulder looked Mr. Scully in the eye.
"Get off my property." Mr. Scully demanded.
"Dad! Listen to him!" Scully pleaded.
"Get in the house Dana." Mr. Scully told her.
"No! Dad!" Scully pleaded as Bill pulled her towards the door, "LET GO OF ME!"
"Leave." Mr. Scully said sternly.
"Mulder!" Scully sobbed, "I love you."
"I love you too." Mulder replied, Mr. Scully escorting him off the property and to his truck.
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Scully laid on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. She heard the sirens a few streets away, it sounded like they were heading to an accident. It wasn't unusual for wrecks to occur on the highway that went around the city. She turned on her side and hugged her stuffed teddy-bear, her eyes staring at a picture of her and Mulder. She reached out and touched the frame, "I love you."
She closed her eyes and tried to rest, turning over and over. She grew restless and stood up, an ache growing in her stomach and she thought she might be sick. She paced around her room, her forehead felt like she had broke a fever.
She heard the phone ring downstairs and a muffled 'I'll get it.' from the other side of the door. She continued to pace until her mother called up the stairs, "Dana..."
Something was wrong and she knew it instanteously. She rushed down the stairs; her mother pale white and her father holding her, "What?"
She was greeted with silence.
"What is it!?" She demanded.
"That was Mrs. Mulder." Mrs. Scully spoke.
"What's wrong?" Scully asked.
"There's been an accident." Scully felt her heart stopped, "They're choppering Fox out."
"No..." Scully whispered, "This is not happening."
A/N: I know, I hate me too. Seriously. I feel ill after writing this. But, relax my loves. Mulder will be alright and all will be better than it was before. Promise.