A/N: Hey guys. Sorry about the delay. You know how midterms can be. Anyway, this one got a little bit angstier than I planned at the end, but this is The X-Files were talking about, and besides, I think it plays. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. The next two chapters will be from spooky-mulderx, so I'll see you guy in chapter 8.
Author: blondescully
Mulder and Scully Buy a House
June 28, 2009
"Dana!" Scully stood at the top of the stairs and watched her husband bound down the hall towards her. "There's a skylight in the bedroom! We can stargaze while we sleep!"
"I don't know how I feel about having a giant window right over the bed," Scully replied hesitantly.
"Why?" Mulder asked. "Come on, Dana, it will be fun. We can look for UFOs in bed."
"Right," Scully muttered, rolling her eyes. "Because that's what I want to do in bed."
"And look!" Mulder cried, grabbing her hand and leading her through the bedroom across the hall from the stairs. "The people who lived here before us had a tree house, and they just left it in the tree."
"Fox, what are you going to do with a tree house?" Scully asked.
"Where else am I going to keep my comic book collection?" Mulder answered as if it should have been obvious. Scully shook her head. "You can join me," Mulder added. "We can have comic-reading sleepovers in the tree house. It will be fun." His eyes grew wide. "We don't even have to stargaze in bed! We can do it in the tree house!"
"I don't think so," Scully replied, taking another look out the window. "It's way up there."
"Dana Scully," Mulder's mouth was expanding into a wide grin. "Are you telling me that you're not going to hang out in a tree house with me because it's too high?" Scully didn't reply. "You were an FBI agent for ten years, and you won't even climb a tree?"
"I never said it was rational," Scully defended. "And you don't even know how sturdy that thing is. How long has it been up there? We don't know."
"You worry too much," Mulder told her. "So what do you think, Dana?" he asked. "Can we keep it?"
"I don't know," Scully sighed.
"Come on, what's the problem?" Mulder asked. "I thought you like the window seat and the 'spacious' kitchen."
"I know, but…" she trailed off and looked away.
"What?" Mulder repeated, lowering his voice.
Scully shook her head. "There are only two bedrooms."
"So?" Mulder asked. "We'll have our bedroom and a guest room."
"I know but…" Scully paused. " I wanted to have at least one extra."
"What were you planning on using it for," Mulder asked. "Can't you just use the living room? We never have fancy guests."
"I wasn't going to use it for anything," Scully answered. "I just wanted to have one. You know, just in case."
"Dana…" Mulder put his hand on her shoulder and bowed his head.
"I know," Scully replied.
"I'm forty-nine years old," Mulder said. "You're forty-three." Scully nodded. "I know you really wanted children, but I just don't see it happening."
"I know," Scully repeated. She looked up at him. "But I just want the room. Just in case. It's too final otherwise."
Mulder thought for a moment. He sighed, "Okay." Scully smiled and wound her arms around him in a hug.
The realtor chose that moment to appear in the doorway. "So, what do we think?" she asked. "Isn't it great."
"Um," Mulder answered. "I think we were looking for something a little bigger, maybe with another bedroom."
Scully pulled away and gave him an appreciative nod as they turned to leave. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I guess we'll just have to stargaze from the ground."