A/N By popular demand, a small chapter about Dana :)
Scully awoke when it was already late. As used as she was to early mornings and late nights at the hospital, it was a nice touch, quite welcomed by her tired body and her stressed mind. She started to think she should start to take it easy, she isn't in her twenties any longer.
Yeah... it was hard to fathom, but so long had passed since she had joined the FBI, since she had started working with Fox. Twenty years were a long time, they they had even knew each other longer. It wasn't half of their lives, but it was close. Other people would have been scared, after all they had been "together" longer than many married couples. but they wasn't that way.
Well... now they were. But they hadn't always been together in that way.
But after all, hadn't they changed a lot since that very first day? They had been co-workers. Partners. Friends. Lovers. Once upon a time, she had even thought about having a family with him. It wasn't like she didn't want to any longer (or that she was too old to have a child the natural way- not that there was anything natural about the way her son came to be), it was just that there was too much between them and happiness as a little family. They've seen too much, and she never thought they could... move on after the loss of their child. Their son- because this is what he had always been for her, for them, their son, didn't matter Fox wasn't the father, that he didn't have his own surname but hers- may not be dead, but he is long gone, and she knew that they could never be a part of his life any longer.
And besides, they had seen too much. Their son wasn't planned, even if welcomed, but she would have never made a child just because she felt like it. As much as a part of her had always wanted to be a mother, planned motherhood had stopped being part of the equation the day she understood that Fox wasn't as crazy as she had thought that very first day. Quite the opposite. The world was too scary, too dangerous, especially for little, innocent creatures such as Fox's sister and their child, to walk the heart at their side. Damn, the world was even a dangerous place for them, and didn't she knew it?
That was why she was there, right here, right now, half asleep, half awake, looking through semi-closed eyes to Fox sitting on a chair, half naked, at the feet of the bed, staring at her, lost in his deepest thoughts.
The world was a dangerous place, and call it fate, call it destiny, call it chance, gave them each other- as co-workers, partners, friends and lovers- but she had been the one deciding to stick around. He won her over, and she had long decided she was kind of cool with that.
Walking the world at each other's side was still dangerous, but not as scary as doing it alone.