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The case had been a nightmare, so it was only natural that the detective had been a bombshell with a badge. Scully’s claws had been out the minute the sassy wench had looked Mulder up and down with a very predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. This one was hot alright. She had those exotic Eurasian features with dead straight jet black hair. She had that look about her that made every other woman within a hundred feet of her feel… inadequate. No point mentioning that every male of the species within a hundred feet of her had their ears pricked and tongues wagging.

Mulder had behaved. The expression on his face had remained blank, he treated her professionally, asked the appropriate questions and even remembered to introduce his partner. Scully wasn’t impressed. Mulder wasn’t a fool. He would play it cool with this woman, downplay the attraction, probably trot out the whipped puppy expression once or twice and get exactly what all the other guys were thinking about at that moment; a night with Detective Aprile. Nina Aprile. Could it get any worse?

Oh yes.

At the police station Scully had looked up from the fax machine to find ‘Miss Aprile’ perched on the edge of a desk with Mulder standing next to her pointing out something in a photo. Standing a little too close for Scully’s comfort. She had marched over there with the autopsy results from a previous victim and before she began to explain to Mulder what they meant, she threw a predatory look of her own at the detective.

For the following two days Scully found that the more her jealousy grew, the more her insecurities began to plague her. She despised her insecurities. She felt they were weaknesses. They made her furious with herself. They scared her. They scared her because they were too real. From a young age she had known she was different from the other little girls. She couldn’t explain it at the time, she just knew she was not like them. As she grew she had alienated herself from other young girls by being ‘one of the guys.’
Little Dana tagging along with her brothers, climbing trees, shooting bb guns, building forts and occasionally picking fights. When she became a young woman she had used her brain to alienate her from the masses of young, married, family starting women. She fought and studied and lost no small amount of blood, sweat and tears to prove to the world that she didn’t need anyone to validate her. She had been different from the start and she would remain that way. As a young woman she began to notice other young women. They had boyfriends, active sex lives, pregnancy scares, whirlwind rollercoaster romances and she had text books. At twenty one years old she was a virgin with an attitude problem. How depressing. She couldn’t let anyone in. She couldn’t bear to part with her emotions. Marcus had been the twelfth grade love of her life in name only. She had only dated the little prick because Melissa had harped on about it ever chance she got. She had been far too busy with studying and playing off the ice queen façade to actually deal with her issues and maybe enjoy herself a little bit.

Daniel had come along a couple of years later. Older, authoritative, softly spoken and so mind bendingly intelligent. He had always looked at her with such light in his eyes. She was the golden egg. She could do no wrong. Daniel had made her feel like she was the only thing that existed. She hung on to ever word that fell from his lips with the blind devotion that can only come from young, first time, inexperienced love. She could hardly believe that such a brilliant man found her appealing. She often wondered if he found her attractive. Her insecurities spoke loudly to her in those days and they regularly made her doubt her sexual appeal.

Finally, after half a bottle of tequila and a few drags of a joint that the guy down the hall offered to her she had mustered up the courage to make her way to the office of Dr. Daniel Waterston. He had taken the burden of her innocence that night.

Three incredible months later she found out he was married with children. The world crashed and she was left with her painfully inflamed insecurities. She had been nothing more than a warm body to a horny middle aged pervert. He had taken what he wanted without a thought for her feelings.

Long story short she completed her studies in medicine without ever allowing herself to be tempted by another man. Eventually against the wishes of the only man that would ever love her unconditionally, her father, she chose to join the F.B.I. She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to seat herself on the side of justice. Plus carrying a gun for a living was just too beautiful for words.

She hadn’t counted on Jack, another older, authoritative figure. Jack had given her the approval that she craved in the face of her father’s disappointment. It didn’t take long for Jack to become too demanding, too possessive of her, he tried to make decisions for her. She had put an end to it. She wasn’t any man’s belonging. She had joined the F.B.I to prove that. Eventually the constant fighting became a burden and she felt relieved to find out that he had started seeing someone else. She had ended the relationship with a wry smile and some deadpan quip she couldn’t quite remember. They were pleasant to each other when they happened to bump into each other, no great deal of damage was done. Despite her relief she had felt betrayed. What was it about her that made a man stray? What was it about her that attracted straying men? Couldn’t anyone just love her?

Ethan had been fun while he lasted. After she had been assigned to Mulder for a few months Ethan dumped her with a message on her answering machine. How mature. According to gossip through mutual friends Ethan had been seeing someone at his work for a couple of months before he ditched her. Third strike. She was out. Three men, three liars, three cheaters. Three men who didn’t and couldn’t love her. Maybe she was just unloveable.

She had thrown herself into her assignment on The X-Files with more determination than she had thought herself capable. Mulder was a crack pot, brilliant genius of a man who held back from no opportunity to tease her and drive her absolutely insane with his wild theories. If someone had told her on the day she had met Fox Mulder that she would actually come to genuinely consider this man a friend she would have laughed. After a few months of working with Mulder she found that she enjoyed his company. He was intelligent, he had an opinion on everything and his three friends were straight out of a comic book. He was passionate, driven and totally obsessed with his life’s work. He challenged her in ways no one ever had. He came to rely on her, confide in her and eventually trust her. Not once had he acted inappropriately. Mulder may be self absorbed but he was a gentleman above and beyond. It was only natural that it would happen; it would sneak up on her when she was unawares and bite her on the ass. She fell in love.

This time it was worse than Daniel. With Daniel she’d had all the sex she wanted during their brief but intense affair, but her love wasn’t reciprocated. With Mulder she had his love, just not the kind of love that includes the romance. Oh sure she’d felt the crackle of tension between them, but she had always put that heat they shared down to their passion for their work and their territorialism when it came to each other. Mulder didn’t want her. If he did he’d had plenty of opportunities to voice his desires in the time they had been working together. It wasn’t bad enough that she dealt with all this suppressed baggage on a daily basis, but the universe had to throw that Nina Aprile right at Mulder’s lap.

Mulder the asshole was out with ‘Miss Aprile’ right now. Tracking down some lead he’d been babbling about. She had been too busy seething over a corpse in the autopsy bay to pay attention. She knew the truth. She’d been ditched, again, so he could go and weave his charms on Boob Job Barbie.

Now she was back at the motel, the shower had done little to relieve the ache in her chest. She just wanted to curl up under the slick motel bedspread and mentally lick her wounds for awhile. Thank God that women didn’t catch Mulder’s attention all that often. She’d be a nervous wreck and that pissed her off even more. She was an independent woman for the love of God. Dana Scully didn’t need anyone to want her, she didn’t need anyone to need her. She didn’t need Mulder to make the pain stop. She didn’t.

She had just fastened the last button on her pale pink silk pajama top when she heard a knock at the door. She couldn’t deal with him right now. In and out as quick as possible, give him the autopsy results then say you’ve got a headache and you’re going to bed early. She stilled herself, allowing the blank mask to slip over her features before calmly opening the door. He stood there in the rain holding a plastic take out bag and grinning like a fool. Could the man be anymore infuriatingly irresistible?

He pushed his way past her and dumped the food on the table. “I know this goes against all that being in the same motel room crap, but the weather blows and I’m starving.”

His trench coat landed on her bed. “Kung Pao chicken Scully. You know you want it.”

“Thank You Mulder but in the interests of adhering to bureau policy I’m going to have to say thanks but no thanks. I grabbed a bite to eat before I got back here and I have a killer headache. I’m just going to turn in early.”

Scully had a lying face. She wasn’t aware of it but he had come to know it over the years. She was wearing her lying face right now. Would he let it pass or grill her for the truth this time? He wasn’t tired and he didn’t have a headache, he didn’t feel like going out in the rain again just yet, and he had a feeling he knew what this little act was all about. Nope Mulder was staying. He stared at her for a long time, unnerving her. She hated it when he did that. She knew he was suspicious and she prayed that this time he’d just let it go.

No such luck.

“Scully in the interests of this investigation I think we need to put aside your headache for awhile and deal with the results of the autopsy you performed today. I’d appreciate it if you could fill me in.”

She gritted her teeth and as calmly as she could explained her findings to Mulder. They tossed around a few theories to see how they fit, did their usual skeptic/believer routine and finally when it came to an end she looked at him expectantly. She wanted him to leave. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Now that’s out of the way would you care to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“In the interests of maintaining a healthy partnership I think you should be clear about your reasons for wanting to send me back out into the rain.”

“I have a headache. Did you not catch that the first time?”

“You’re lying.”

Her spine stiffened at his accusation. He knew how to get information out of Scully. All you had to do was piss her off and pick a fight.

“Fuck You Mulder.”

Whoa. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, don’t make me repeat myself.”

“You lie directly to my face and when I question you about it out of concern for you as my partner you swear at me. Did I miss something?”

She was FUMING. He would be very surprised if steam didn’t start bursting out of her ears. “Don’t play that card with me. Your ‘partnerly concern’ was no where to be seen earlier. Explain something to me Mulder because I’m not quite up to speed on this, in cases of scoring with a hot piece of ass, is partnerly concern optional?”

“What?” He pulled off that mildly amused, innocent expression too well.

“Detective Aprile.”

“What about her?”

“Mulder it’s obvious we’re only hanging around here so you can get a piece of the action with the detective. I am damn well pissed off that you dragged me all the way out here, and insisted on throwing autopsies my way for a case that isn’t even an x-file just so you can have your shot at her! You want to fuck her Mulder don’t deny it!”

Her cursing threw him off for a second, but he regained his ground quickly. She was really pissed off. Scully didn’t lash out like this very often. He felt an unstoppable surge of male pride and arousal. Scully was jealous. Scully thought he wanted the detective. Sure the detective was cute but Scully was reading into this far more than was necessary. He couldn’t stop himself. He was amused. He didn’t know how very deeply hurt she was, how insecure she felt, how fed up she was with never having her love treated with the respect it deserved.

“What’s the matter Scully? Jealous?”

The shit eating grin gradually died from his face when he saw her mouth opening and closing and no sound coming out. “Scully?” Then suddenly it appeared; the look of terror in her eyes. He’d cut to close to the bone. He’d exposed her.

Her eyes darted briefly around the room, no escape. Her eyes lifted to his.

“Go to hell Mulder.”

The look in her eyes was still there, it was unmistakable. “Scully.” He stopped, unsure of what to say. He took a step toward her and she took a step back. “Get away from me Mulder.” He continued to advance toward her until she was backed literally into a corner. She couldn’t meet his eyes now, he tilted her face up with two fingers under her chin, her eyes remained glued to his chest. He could see the tears she was fighting so hard to not let fall. She stood before him like a battle weary soldier. “Leave me alone. Please.” Her voice was nothing more than a ragged whisper. She was beyond jealous. She was hurt.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on in here.” He tapped her forehead.

She remained silent. He waited. When he knew she wouldn’t be forthcoming he sighed.

“You don’t want to talk? Fine. But for the record she’s not the one I want to fuck, as you so eloquently stated.”

He turned to leave the room, but the choked sob he heard escape from her pulled him back as surely as his frustration drove him away. “I’m sorry Mulder. I can’t explain my behavior. I can’t explain… I can’t… I can’t do this.”

“You can’t do what Scully?”

“We can’t have this conversation Mulder. It would ruin everything.”

“How would it ruin everything? Help me to understand Scully.”

Her face crumpled behind her hand. Her voice was hoarse and choked. “It would change the way you see me.”

“You think I’d see your feelings for me as a reflection of weakness?”

Another sob. “There’s so much more to it than that.”

“Then tell me. You’re talking to a guy who believes his sister was abducted by aliens. I’m a trained psychologist Scully. Nothing you tell me is going to shock me or make me think any less of you.”

“I can’t Mulder.”

“Would it help if I gave you my little profile on Dana Katherine Scully? You can tell me if I’ve hit the mark or if I’m way off course.”

Her hand dropped now, she’d sucked it all up and faced him like the brave soldier she was. Curiosity surfaced through the misery and panic lining her face.

He knew he had to go about this very gently. One false move and he could fuck this up royally. “Born and raised a catholic on various Naval bases, you moved around a lot. You never got a chance to fit in, to belong. Your short stature, red hair and freckles didn’t do much for you in the popularity department, not to mention the strictness of your catholic upbringing. There were certain things that good girls from Irish Catholic families were not to do. You were without a doubt a bright, switched on child and you didn’t have time for the more feminine past times of girls your age. You were attracted to the activities of boys from an early age. You probably even fantasized that you were a boy. They never let you forget your gender. The boys teased you and challenged you. They tried to undermine you. They didn’t want a girl in their midst. Girls your age would have alienated you from their groups. Little Dana Scully was more interested in climbing trees and getting dirty than playing with dolls and dressing up in your mothers clothes. Little Dana Scully became a young woman, the awkward teenage years were harder on you than they were the average girl. You set out to prove that it took more than a set of breasts to gain attention, and approval. You put your brain to work, you were at the top of all your classes and before you knew it scholarships were falling into your lap. Your father was proud, you had his approval and his affection. The father figure is a template for the future lovers of all little girls. As a young woman in college you took your studies seriously, not allowing time for romance. Your text books were a great buffer for the real reason you didn’t get involved. You were afraid, you didn’t have much experience with lasting emotional attachments and you felt that it wasn’t worth becoming close to someone, they would only leave anyway. You probably lost your virginity later than the average female, your upbringing taught you that your virginity was a sacred gift to be given only to the right man, but you were too scared to try and seek him out.

Eventually you met someone. I don’t know the details of your love life Scully, but my guess is the first time you fell in love you were hurt very badly. This experience only served to make you feel more inadequate, more alienated and more unlovable than you already thought you were. Since then there have been a few men, nothing lasting, nothing to write home about, just more ‘proof’ that you just weren’t cut out for normal relationships. Then you were assigned to me and for a long time I gave you the impression that I didn’t care if you stayed or left, so in true Scully fashion you stuck around until you had earned my approval and my trust and you’ve held onto them like a badge of honor.”

She was standing in front of him listening so attentively to his psychological unraveling. He was so thankful that she was letting him face her demons with her. He was beginning to understand her in a way he’d never imagined. He had more to say and he knew he was in dangerous territory. He had to tread very lightly, he didn’t want to trip up a land mine.

“You have grown to love me, but your insecurities and your painful experiences with sharing that love force you to suffer in silence. You’re too afraid to express your emotions, your fear of rejection and of never being enough have helped you to establish a complex series of defense mechanisms and booby traps to stop anyone from getting in far enough to be able to rip out your heart, but I got through. You were just hoping I wouldn’t notice, that if I didn’t notice I wouldn’t be as aware of the power I have over your emotions. The only time you give me any indication to your true feelings is when another woman comes onto the scene. You start lashing out like a wounded cat. This has got to stop Scully. You have got to stop doing this to yourself. You need to give yourself a chance to love and be loved. I promise you that if you’ll just open up to me I will never take you anywhere that you don’t want to go.”

“Mulder-.”

“No I’m not finished. Scully I’d be a liar if I said Detective Aprile wasn’t attractive. She’s a beautiful woman. You know what? It’s no big deal. I work side by side with a beautiful woman every day. Two beautiful women and one very big difference. I love one of those women. Very much. It doesn’t matter where the woman I love came from, it doesn’t matter if she’s carrying a huge load of baggage because she’s proven to me numerous times that not only is she willing to carry her own burden, but she has taken on mine without complaint. It works both ways Scully. I accept it all and I want it all. The good and the bad. I’m going to keep pushing and prodding and driving you crazy and making you jealous until you finally lower those walls and let me in.”

She was fighting her tears with everything she had in her.

“Now get over here Scully and tell me if I’m right or if I’m right.”

Hesitantly she traveled the few steps between them until she stood shyly before him. “C’mon Scully. When am I ever wrong?” Gentle teasing to ease some of the pressure.

When she finally spoke her voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry I swore at you.”

He smiled. “I’m not.”

She leant forward to rest her face lightly on his chest. “Mulder I feel so ashamed.”

“Hey. None of that. That word does not exist between us.”

His arms wrapped around her. Hers wound around his waist. They held on to each other for a long time. She was still scared and both of them still had their emotional scars, but they had hope. Hope for the future and hope for each other. She didn’t have much time to process all of her feelings before Mulder’s voice broke the silence.

“I’m actually glad that you’re a catholic Scully.”

He felt her smile against his shirt. “Why is that Mulder?”

“I hear they’re the naughtiest of them all.”

Her laughter was muffled by his chest. He grinned at the sound.

“The best part is we have the rest of our lives to prove that theory.”


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X


He had met with Ed Jerse, under investigative pretenses of course.

He hadn’t bothered to tell Scully. The real reasons for his little visit wouldn’t have sat very well with his pissed off little partner. How could he justify the alpha male urges that had plagued him the moment he found out about her ‘adventure’ in Philadelphia?

Drunk, inked AND laid all in one night. Talk about trying to relive the college experience.

She had freely shared a side of herself with a complete stranger, when for four years he had been kept in the dark. He never would have guessed she had it in her. Agent Scully was sensible, rigid and yet wonderfully warm, caring, trustworthy and thoroughly dedicated. She was brave, proud and strong, never rebellious, wild and reckless. Since when did Scully pick up strange men and frequent tattoo parlors?

The only person who might have been able to shed light on any of this, other than his tight lipped partner, was Ed Jerse.

Mulder felt sorry for him in a small way. This man normally wasn’t a killer. He had just been dealt a pretty crappy hand from the universe. Mulder had enough of his own allergic reactions to the universe to understand Ed’s position. It didn’t stop him from sizing the guy up. He was, after all, the only man Mulder had known to hit a home run with Scully.
His partner may hide a lot from him, but he knew her, he knew her in a way only a profiler could. He knew why Scully had found Ed attractive. He was a big ball of angst wrapped up in a pretty package, a modern day James Dean. She had seen a complicated, slightly dangerous, attractive warm body that she knew would help her forget about her life for a few hours. He’d had his share of one night stands. He recognized her M.O.

Despite what she had said about this being ‘her’ life, he knew better. HIS life had become hers and that didn’t sit well with her. She needed to rebel, she needed to escape and as he had left Ed Jerse behind in the facility he knew she had wanted him to KNOW about her frustration. She wanted him to feel it as surely as she did. She wanted him to be angry and hurt.

Well he wasn’t.

OK mildly, but mainly he was just sad. The state of their relationship was laughable. As much as they played it cool with each other, there was so much more than friendship and loyalty to the truth at play. She had put herself on the line enough times over the last four years to prove to him that she wasn’t the little spy he had first thought. She took her job, her partner and the truth very seriously. She had allowed herself to become drawn in too deeply to ever get out. They only had each other in this terrifying life that they lived. Wouldn’t it be natural to stop holding each other at arms length eventually? Did her fear of exposing her emotions drive her to commit such grand gestures of loyalty, trust and more recently, frustration? Did she not realize how obvious she could be about her feelings for him at times? It was there for all to see, why would a woman like Dana Scully allow her body and reputation to be torn apart by shadowy wolves hiding behind something as convenient as a government? It was love. She loved him. He pushed her away, at times he treated her with an air of indifference, he dragged her along like she was his personal on call scientist. Even though he did all of this she had seen past it. Oh sure it frustrated her to the point of doing the wild thing with a tattooed psycho, but she still saw past it. He cared. He cared too much for both of their own good. Since they hit the final nail in the coffin of ‘her life’ and abducted her, he had known ‘the little spy’ was the only person in his life worth anything, and lucky for him she was worth ten times her weight in gold.

Maybe he had pushed it a little too far this time with the desk. He knew how to play nice. Scully wasn’t a flowers and candy type of woman and for that he would be eternally thankful. He would make nice with her this time. After all she WAS the most important person in his life. He did love her, and there were ways other than romantic gestures to prove it to her.

Time to browse the stationary catalogue.


X


One Week Later:


She was running late. Stupid Mulder. Her car was in the shop and he had offered to pick her up in the morning. Half an hour after he was due to arrive she called to see what the hold up was all about. He had forgotten.

Forgotten.

Prick.

Cool it Dana. Provoking him is not what you want to be doing right now. If he pushed just one of her buttons she would probably let loose a barrage that would simultaneously disgust and impress her father. Something caught her eye as she exited the elevator and made her way down the hall to their office. There was a name plate on the door above Mulder’s.

SPECIAL AGENT DANA SCULLY.

She stared at it for a long time. Mulder was certainly making a statement. Both of their names stood out boldly against the back drop of the door. Our office, our files, our life.
She gave herself a moment to put her game face on. No sense in encouraging him with tender smiles, knowing Mulder he’d find something to say to ruin the moment.

Sometimes even Dana Scully was wrong.

She turned the knob and pushed the door open. Mulder sat behind his desk with a smirk. She eyeballed him for a moment, then stepped into the office and closed the door behind her.

“Good Morning Mulder.” She had tried to keep it bland but Mulder could tell from her traitorous eyes that she was pleased. His smirk turned into a grin. “Sorry I ‘forgot’ to pick you up this morning partner.” Her eyebrow rose in response. “I know it didn’t tie in with the theme I have running here.”

“What theme would that be Mulder?”

Time to bring it to a personal level. He gave himself a moment.

Bring it on.

“I’m putting you first.”

Her expression was questioning and a little unsure.

“I’ve put you first on the door. I’ve put you first in my will and testament.”

“Mulder-.”

“I’ve put you first as my emergency contact. I’ve put you first as my Doctor.”

He paused, allowing it all to sink in, then he continued before she could speak again.

“I’ve put you first here.” He placed his hand on his chest over his heart.

Her sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room.

“Although that was more your doing than mine.” His smile was tender.

“Mulder.” She started then stopped. Helplessness was written all over her face. She knew there was no way out of this because a way out didn’t exist. It was merely meant to be.

“Mulder I don’t know what to say… I… think this is-.”

“Inevitable.” He reached out to softly pinch her pointy little chin. “Nothing has changed Scully. You became numero uno a long time ago. This is OUR life, it became our life when they took you. It became entwined when your sister and my father were gunned down in cold blood. You don’t have to want it Scully, you just have to acknowledge that this is just the way it is.”

“I do want it. I’m just scared of growing to need it, and having it all ripped away.”

He reached across the desk to gather her hand in his. He tugged gently so that her arm stretched across the table, he brought her hand to his lips and brushed a soft dusting of kisses across her knuckles.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered against her curled fingers.

“Implicitly”

“Then forget about your fear, it’s only holding you back from something that has the potential to be beautiful, ever lasting and completely ours.” As she nodded a tear broke loose from her lashes and rolled down one porcelain cheek. “Okay Mulder. I’m willing to be first.” He brushed the wet tear from her face. “You do realize this means that if you get a call in the middle of the night informing you that I’ve busted my ass again you can’t pretend you don’t know me.” Her chuckle bubbled out of her chest to settle warmly on his ears. “It also means that the next time you think I’m being a horses ass you are to take your frustration out on me and not some unsuspecting psycho with a talking tattoo.” His tender smile betrayed the stern tone of voice.

“You couldn’t handle it if I took my frustration out on you Mulder.”

“Try me Scully.”

“Why would I want to be the one responsible for making you scream like a girl?”

“Do you think it might be much fun trying?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question Mulder.”

“Are you frustrated yet Scully? You’re pretty hot when you’re angry, Frohike talks about it all the time.”

“It’s not gonna work Mulder.”

“How about if I staple my name badge to your butt?”

“Bite Me Mulder.”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

THE END.

X-Files: The Next Generation Chapter Four
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X

They had played this game many times, when the afternoon sun would glow warmly down on their backyard. Sitting cross legged on the ground, facing each other they locked eyes, the air heady with sibling rivalry. Who would break first? Both of them were determined to hold the staring competition world championship title.

Something had changed. Something was not right with this picture. Samantha looked like Samantha, but her eyes were unmistakably different. Her eyes distinctly belonged to Dana Scully.

With a jerk Mulder was awake. Where was he?

Oh right; The Motel.

Nothing had become of the case. It wasn’t an x-file., however it was an excuse to go home to more important matters. He had been investigating unrelated x-files cases to keep up appearances. The truth was all his time was spent searching for answers to questions posed by their own personal little x-file.
Try as he might he couldn’t suppress a grin as the image of Scully flashed through his mind. Despite his best efforts to not become attached to this child, he found himself having dreams about her. In all his dreams she looked like Samantha with Scully’s incredible eyes. Occasionally he allowed himself to wonder if that is what she would look like in reality. Not only were his secret hopes and fears regarding impending fatherhood regularly distracting him, but Scully was starting to become a distraction herself. Mulder had always been aware of Scully’s sexual appeal. She was an attractive woman, certainly not Baywatch material. Oh no. She was much more desirable. Scully’s beauty was accentuated by the way she understated it. These days her body was betraying her; cool as ice Dr Scully was absolutely glowing with health. Her body was ripe with fertility, her face had softened and she looked younger. She looked sweet. He had become far too territorial and he knew it. He knew those sad little degenerates in the secretarial pool were all a buzz with gossip over Scully. Some days he wanted to get on the intercom at the Hoover Building and shout. “It’s Me You stupid fucks! Ha!” He knew this wouldn’t be a wise idea. It made him smile nonetheless.

He looked over at the alarm clock on the cheap bedside table. Three more hours, in three more hours he would be back in D.C. In three more hours he was going to annoy Scully. He was going to annoy her just so he could watch her waddle around in disgust. His smile turned to a bark of laughter.

Another day in the life of Fox Mulder.


X


He hadn’t bothered to call. He took a taxi and went straight there. All the way from the car to her building he convinced himself that he wasn’t actually excited to see his partner again. After all it had only been three days. Oh Lord. Three days away from her and the steadily growing child within her. Was he whipped or what? These feelings were only going to get him in trouble.

The squeal of tires made him turn on the footpath. A black Taurus shot from its parking space and hastily made its way down the street. There was a woman screaming in the backseat, slapping the back window with her palm. He watched those familiar lips form his name. He was frantically sprinting down the middle of the road after the car.

“Scully!”

The car made a sharp right turn and sped away from him. He continued to run at full speed until his lungs burned and his heart threatened to explode.

“Scully!”

Helplessly he paced the street. “This is not happening! You hear me you sons of bitches?! This is not happening!”


48 Hours Later


Skinner had all but kicked his ass and sent him home. According to Skinman he wasn’t being very ‘helpful’ to the investigation. Asshole. He shoved his door open. He noticed the envelope on the floor before he even flicked the lights on. Please. Please. Let it be something. He tore the envelope open and flicked open the letter inside.

THE CHILD IS NOT UNNATURAL.

5534 RIDGEBACK RD.


X


Skinner had a whole S.W.A.T. team lurking behind shrubs and hiding in the dark. Mulder sat in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, the nervous energy was starting to eat at him. They had been here for an hour, waiting in the cold dark night. Not one car had passed. He didn’t get the feeling that this was a set up, then again you never knew with these people. They probably had wanted to take him too. They probably knew about the hidden Agents surrounding the site. He was praying to every deity that would listen in the silence of the car. Please let her be ok. Please let her come back. Please… if you are listening… take me instead. Just bring her back and you can take me. I’ll trade in an instant… just bring her back.

6 Hours Later

Not a Scully in sight. Skinner had sent the guys back to H.Q. Mulder went home. He needed to think. He needed to try all his contacts again. He needed to get on the phone to the Gunmen to see if they had turned anything up. He needed to eat a bullet.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. This was the reason why he had been reluctant to accept a family? Who had he been fooling? Whether they were involved or not, the outcome would still be the same. His soul was ripped in half. There was no truth if she died. He would die right along with her.

He slammed into his apartment. Angry at them, angry at himself, deathly afraid of never finding her. Never seeing her again. Never having the opportunity to love her or their child. He wanted so badly to wake up from all of this to see that eyebrow of hers taunting him, reassuring him that she was real.

The door shut loudly behind him as he stepped into his apartment. He stopped dead.

Please don’t let this be a hallucination Scully. I promise if that is really you I will start making up for all of the really self centered bullshit I’ve put you through. Not just the recent stuff Scully. ALL of it, from the second we met. From the very second I teased you for re-writing Einstein. You only tease the ones you love Scully and I can’t help it if I’m fond of your inner nerd.

Five steps later he dropped to his knees. The pillow was hiding beneath the blanket, which was strewn over the couch. For a second it had looked like…

Slowly he leant forward, allowing his upper body to sink onto the leather. He couldn’t quite hold back the sob that escaped his chest. Before he could draw breath to release the tight pain in his heart, he heard an unmistakable click.

He turned only his face. Krycek stood there. Grinning like a weasel.


X


She just turned up. Very much like the first time. Appeared out of nowhere in hospital. This time she was awake and she was pissed off. He heard her hoarse, angry shouts as he raced down the hallway to her room. “They were performing tests on me Mom! They were testing the baby!”

He burst inside. Mrs. Scully stepped back as Fox Mulder strode intently across the room. His eyes never leaving her daughters face until it was crushed to his chest. “I’ll kill them. I’m going to hunt them down and kill them.” His voice was tight with emotion.

Scully clawed at his back to pull him closer. He’d never heard his partner’s voice take on a wail like pitch until this moment, and he hoped to never again. “I don’t know what they’ve done to the baby!”

His arm snaked down between them to clutch at her stomach. “We are going to do everything we can to make sure that this baby is safe and healthy. You and Me Scully. I promise. Have them run all the tests to be safe. This baby is normal Scully. In every way.”

“What are you saying Mulder?”

“Krycek ‘contacted’ me. He told me that they didn’t take you to harm you. They only wanted to test the baby. To find out the truth. They needed to know if she would pose a threat. She doesn’t. She’s a normal human child. No E.T’s Scully. The prophecy wasn’t meant for us. We weren’t the only couples. There are more people who have mysteriously conceived. They’re trying to breed a race of humans immune to the alien virus in the hopes of using their D.N.A to create a vaccine stronger than the one they’ve already got. She wasn’t ‘successful’ she’s not in any danger.”

She was silent for a long time. His voice had instantly become soothing as he had started speaking. She borrowed from it to calm herself down. She pieced her armor back together and lifted her eyes to meet his. “So no miracle babies?”

His grin was followed by a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I don’t think it makes her any less of a miracle.”

Margaret softly closed the door behind her as she exited the room. She had a feeling that a lot needed to be said.


THE END

CHAPTER 5 COMING SOON.

X-Files: The Next Generation. Chapter Five.
Author: daniphile
E-Mail: daniphile@hotmail.com
Archive: That’s the way uh huh uh huh I like it.

Disclaimer: If I owned them I’d be one rich biatch. All credit to CC and Co.

Rating: NC – 17 Oooh yes people the time has come. Everybody get into humping position.


X

7 Months Pregnant

Lamaze class. A new experience for both of them. All of the couples in this class had intimate relationships and active sex lives except one. Apart from Mulder’s promise in the hospital, he hadn’t voiced anymore of his feelings on the topic of their relationship. When it came to Mulder actions definitely spoke louder than words. He had taken up residence on her couch, and was slowly but surely smuggling more and more clothes and miscellaneous objects into her apartment. She didn’t mind. Mulder’s slow round about pace suited her fine. Dana Scully was many things and chicken wasn’t one of them. What infuriated her was the scared little kitten routine that kicked into play whenever things got a little personal. Like that morning when she brushed her teeth while he was shaving, standing side by side in front of her mirror. Or the time when he burst into her bedroom because she had knocked a vase off her chest of drawers during her clumsy pregnant fumbling with her pajamas. He had burst in while the front of the pale blue top had been unbuttoned and gaping open. Her breasts had been barely concealed, but the smooth, round ripeness of her swollen stomach wasn’t hidden at all. His hands had migrated to her exposed flesh and the caress had been brief but beautiful.His retreat had been hasty and his smile sheepish. She wasn’t the only one who was afraid.

Despite the occasional show of affection, Mulder and Scully weren't familiar with being in such close proximity to each other for such a long period of time. He was sitting behind her, his long legs resting either side of her petite calves. Her ankles were slightly swollen. Not as bad as yesterday he noted. His arms were around her, his hands resting on top of her round stomach. He felt slightly odd about being able to touch her so freely. Yet he was enjoying the experience. Feeling the baby move under his hands, he flexed his fingers, a light massage for his daughter and her mother. Her back was resting against his chest, the back of her head on his shoulder. An innocent imitation of how Samantha had been conceived. At least the tape had proved to be slightly useful.

Scully mused over how relaxed she was despite her slight shyness at having Mulder in her personal space. It wasn't all that bad having him there. Especially when he did that thing with his fingers... He rubbed his chin back and forth in her hair very softly. They were still so shy about touching each other. They hadn't discussed their relationship at all. As usual it was everything that was unsaid that could be heard the loudest. She was learning things about Mulder and not just breathing techniques in this class. She had a feeling that Mulder would be an affectionate lover. Although he wasn't her lover, his affection for her snuck out when his defenses were low. Mulder never spoke of what he wanted or expected and neither did she, but she had a feeling the walls would come down soon. Her's had been standing so tall to keep her going through the last seven months that she felt they would never come down. Being in his arms tonight reminded her of the magnetic pull she felt from this man. This was torture and she knew it but it was so sweet. To just be able to be held by him, even if it was for an hour and in front of strangers.

The class had come to an end and husbands were pulling wives to their slightly unsteady feet. Mulder pulled her and the pillow up, he waited for her to work the kinks out of her legs. When she was done he suprised her. He slid his hand into hers and grasped it lightly and he lead her from the room.

xxx

Mulder walked her to her door. She turned to take the pillow from him and caught the expression on his face. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say something really badly but she could see he was debating with himself. "Mulder?" A prompt. She waited.

He still hadn’t worked out what he was afraid of. He knew an offer on his part wouldn’t meet rejection. He was fairly sure Scully wanted this. He knew he would never be able to have the kind of relationship he shared with Scully with anyone else or ever again. Yet, after all of this he was still terrified to take that final leap, with her. His best friend. His ally. His soul mate. He took a breath, three heart beats later he released it. Not yet. He couldn’t do it.

A guilty smile flashed briefly on his face. Whatever he had wanted to say, he wasn't giving it up tonight. “Scully I better go home tonight. The fish are probably fretting for my sparkling company. You know how it is.”

"Thank You for coming Mulder." Her smile was brief and shy.

"Pleasure was all mine. Later Scully."

"Goodnight Mulder."

He turned to leave. C’mon man. You can do this. You don’t have to put the moves on Scully. Jesus. She stuck around this long. You just need to be honest.

Two steps into his exit he changed his mind. He turned around towards her and she turned back toward him. For a second he looked uncertain. Her timid smile was encouraging. Scully may be the queen of poker face but her eyes always betrayed her. Those beautiful blue orbs were currently locked on his and he read the message loud and clear. I’M SCARED MULDER.

She wanted him, without a doubt, but she was insecure. She wasn’t completely sure of herself when it came to him. He hated himself for making her feel unwanted. He wanted to change this stupid situation. He wanted the honesty and the security in their relationship restored and the only way for him to do that was to come clean with her.

His hand came up to rest on the warm curve of their child, and his lips pressed against her forehead. She gave an almost imperceptible whimper and turned all the way into him, the baby pressed tightly between then as her arms wrapped around his waist. She buried her face in his neck and bit her lip. Damn pregnancy, damn hormones she would NOT cry. This was all too much, this damn rollercoaster they were on. The hesitancy the backing off, the silent conversations held with their eyes, and in the way he had touched her earlier tonight. What did it all mean? Dana Scully did not like to be confused. His arms had come up to circle her. One hand resting on her upper back, the other on her lower back, holding her tightly to him. When his voice broke the silence it was husky.

"Scully... I know I don't say this enough but for the record I'm sorry."

He pressed his lips into her hair briefly then continued.

"I know I put you through a lot, and for some reason you keep on coming back. It doesn't matter how many times I ditch you, keep secrets from you, claim that I trust you then not follow through with my actions. It doesn't matter how much I hurt you with my selfishness. It doesn't matter how many fucked up emotional issues I have you just keep on asking for more. I know I never thank you. I know I treat you like shit. I don't know why we were thrown together in this but I could never imagine another person on this planet who could take your place. You know that I'd die for you Scully. I've already proven that point more than once or twice. Dying is one thing, but living is something else entirely and I know I'd rather live for you. I will never give up on my search. That is my journey Scully you know that as well as anyone, but you and this baby, our daughter, Samantha. You and Samantha are my life. I wont be perfect Scully. You know I'll probably continue to hurt you that's just who I am but Scully you've accepted me this far into your life... do you have room for a little more?"

He felt her nod where her face was buried and an enormous sense of relief bubbled up from his feet and out of his mouth in a delighted chuckle. She pulled her face from his chest and stood back slightly, she met his eyes. He watched, mesmerized as a single tear lazily made a wet path down her cheek.

“Your flaws make up the many reasons why I love you, and why I have stayed all these years. Don't ever change who you are. Just promise me that my daughter will know why her name is Samantha Mulder."

With a tug on her hands she was in his arms again, his lips finally on hers.


X


She awoke slowly. A soft sleepy smile of contentment broke across her face, she didn’t bother to open her eyes. They had talked through half of the night. There had been so much unsaid over the years that had now finally found an outlet. She knew his hopes for the future. She knew those desires included her and their child. At 2 am Mulder had wrapped his arms around her from behind and shuffled her into her bedroom. For a long time he had remained beside her, keeping a respectful distance between them while absently caressing her stomach. After the baby had delivered a particularly strong kick to his hand he had laughed and pressed his warm lips to her swollen skin. He waited until he thought she was asleep and then had tried to get out of bed. “Mmm Mulder stay. It’s warm.”

He smiled softly at her sleepy voice. “Just let me change ok?”

By the time he had returned to her bed she was asleep. He curled around her from behind and fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of her breathing.

Now it was her turn to be awake while he slept. She marveled at the wonder of his chest moving against her back as he inhaled, the warm strong arm slung around her waist, his gentle hand splayed over her round abdomen. His long runners legs had tangled with hers during the night. She snuggled gently into him, trying to get even closer. She hadn’t anticipated backing her ass right up into an erection. Her breathing stopped as a soft murmur came from Mulder. He pushed his hips forward automatically. A few heart beats later he did it again, with the same soft murmur she had come to recognize as her name. She squirmed upwards a bit and stuck her ass out futher. When she pressed back again the thick length of him came into contact with her sensitive center. Even through his sweat pants and the silky knee length slip she vaguely remembered changing into, the pleasure was exquisite. His hand tightened on her hip and he pushed his engorged flesh against her again. This time she moaned. Now he was awake.

He had Three options. Pretend to be asleep. Just go with it. Or pretend he didn’t know what was going on and excuse himself to use the bathroom. To hell with it he was going to go with it.

His hand slid upward and he heard her gasp as he cupped a swollen breast in his palm. His fingers began to knead it softly as his thumb stroked over the rapidly tightening peak. His mouth was on the back of her neck, pressing warm wet kisses to the sleep heated flesh he encountered.
He had seen her breasts once before. He could tell by the weight and round firmness of them that they had swollen to at least a cup larger than what she usually was. Was it possible to become even harder than he was? His hand slid down, over her stomach, onto her thigh, under the silky material and finally he hit ground zero. Gently he trailed his fingers over the front of her panties. Her slender thighs parted enough for his hand slip in between. He located her little bundle of nerves and began to circle it through the material of her panties. Her hips began to undulate enticingly. Her ass ground into his hard, sensitive flesh. He bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning. She was whimpering softly into the pillow as his hand kept up its gentle caress. He knew what she wanted. His fingers left her briefly. Before she could think to protest, they had slid down the front of her rapidly dampening panties, and his middle finger dipped down to gather her moisture, before slowly spreading it upward and drawing tight insistent circles on the very tip of her clitoris. “Mmulderr.” His name escaped her lips on a drawn out whisper. Her thighs spread wider, his palm ground against her pubic bone to increase the sweet friction that was building between her legs. Already she was so close to the edge. As good as the sparks of pleasure shooting through his body were he still felt like stupid dry humping her like a sexually frustrated 18 year old. Finally he spoke. “Scully if you have any doubts now is the time to back out“

“Do it Mulder.” Nothing more than a breathless pant.

He pulled the fabric of her silk slip up over her hips. She positioned herself against him to make his entry into her from this position a little easier. She could feel him sliding his sweats down. The anticipation was sweet, too sweet. She felt him press the very tip of his hardness against the tight entrance to her body. They stayed like that, savoring the moment. His arm held her tightly to him, his warm hand gripped her hip possessively, the other arm acted as a pillow for her neck. Using her hip he pulled her back and pushed his own his forward. He slid into her, his eyes closed, oh man. She was tight and wet and hot and he never wanted to leave, never ever. The arm acting as neck support slid down to toy with her breasts. Mulder had never imagined that she could sound so good. Her pleasure escaped her in a hybrid of a sob and a moan. The harder and faster he buried himself into her, the more of those sounds she made. Whatever Scully wanted, Scully receieved. Longer, deeper, harder, softer he denied her nothing. The hand holding her hip, slid between her thighs once more and he gently pinched her swollen pleasure point. As he pulled on it he was rewarded by the sudden contracting of her internal muscles. His name tumbled from her lips between hoarse sobs of pleasure. He followed soon after, spilling into her while he bit down on her shoulder. His hips jerked a few more times before he came to a stop. Nothing was more perfect than that moment. Satisfied, arms wrapped around her, still buried inside of her, he sighed… aaaah nothing like post coital bliss. They were silent for a long time. Happy to just revel in their new found intimacy. Eventually Mulder’s voice penetrated her fuzzy cloud of orgasmic nirvana.

“Hey Scully? Do you think you could be pregnant?”

Her low chuckles were the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

THE END?

WHADDYA THINK? SHOULD I KEEP GOING OR LEAVE IT AT THAT?

X-Files: The Next Generation. Chapter Two.
Author: daniphile
E-Mail: daniphile@hotmail.com

Archive: Anywhere just keep my name and email attached. Oh and let me know so I can come check it out LOL.

Disclaimer: For the love not the glory remember? All credit to 1013 and Co for these wonderful characters.

Rating: R for Language, Sexual Situations and Violence.

NOTES: Chapter 2 is dedicated to the wonderful people at Idealists Haven who read chapter one and encouraged me to keep going. Thanks Guys. I hope this doesn’t disappoint LOL.


X


How embarrassing. How unbelievably embarrassing. Her eyes strayed over to the videotape sitting on her kitchen bench. If it wasn’t a vital part of the investigation she’d burn the damn thing and be done with it. Sometimes the connection she shared with her partner was a little too intense. She could deal with it. She had always dealt with it. She knew she meant a lot to Mulder. She knew Mulder loved her in his own dysfunctional way. She knew there would always be the sharp crackle of sexual tension between them; it was only natural when two heterosexual, intelligent people of the opposite sex shared something as all consuming as a quest for the ever elusive truth. Ultimately, she knew that romantically Dana Scully was a far cry from the kind of woman that plagued Mulder’s pornographically challenged desires. She could live with that. Or so she told herself.

What she was having a hard time living with was the uncomfortable vibe that had settled between the two of them. To his credit Mulder had behaved maturely, not a wisecrack in ear shot. Sometimes she wished that he would have a smart remark lined up for her. Anything to make light of the situation would be better than trying to not be so obvious about finding it difficult to make eye contact with him.

Her eyes strayed to the tape again.

She had seen it quite a few times. She had been studying the tape to see if they had missed anything in their initial individual viewings. She hadn’t found anything. It was just him and her alone on the floor of his apartment having what looked to be the most incredible sex of her life. She didn’t have any memories of the experience, but the image from the screen had been burned into her mind. She could play the tape in her head now. Problem was she had instant replay of all her favorite moments. She would NEVER in her life admit to Mulder how affected she was by it. It was difficult trying to juggle arousal, humiliation and morning sickness. All three constantly battled for the lead.

She and Mulder had decided to keep their little bundle of joy secret for as long as physically possible. Not that the unborn child growing within her had been referred to as ‘theirs’. Mulder was successfully avoiding personal discussion on the ‘situation’ by running around like a crazed man, meeting shadowy informants, taking mysterious phone calls and finding as much information as he could. He hadn’t found much. The only people apprised of the situation had been The Lone Gunmen. They had their eyes peeled and their ears to the ground. Even they were getting carried away with Mulder’s prophecy. Mulder was convinced CGB Spender had been involved. He suspected the old man’s motives weren’t the usual type he’d come to expect from the black lunged son of a bitch. Was it possible that CGB was using them to conspire against the aliens? Why would he need a child conceived by them? Was it because of their combined exposure to the alien virus? These were all answers that she wanted desperately. She wanted other answers too. Answers to questions she hadn’t felt comfortable asking.

She glanced at the clock. 7.00am. Monday morning. Sigh.

Showtime.


X


Mulder found surprising therapeutic value in launching freshly sharpened pencils at the ceiling of his office. The chair squeaked as he leant further back to get a good angle. He was using a thick rubber band as a sling shot this time. No one could accuse him of lacking in resourcefulness. Once comfortably in position, he squinted one eye half closed and stretched his fingers, preparing to let fly.

“Mulder. What are you doing?”

He jerked upright in surprise. He hadn’t heard her enter the office. The sling went off with a satisfying snap and Mulder’s pencil projectile soared through the air, missing Scully’s head by a scant inch. The eyebrow crawling up her face tried to express that she was not impressed, but she couldn’t hide the faint amusement that twinkled in her eyes.

His grin was cheeky. Boyish. Shit eating, almost.

“Did your mother never talk to you about procrastination?”

The grin turned to a mock leer. “What was that Scully? I don’t think I caught that last word there. Did you just say-“

“Save it Mulder. I sympathize with your mother. If I had a child like you I’d-.”

Damnit. Why did she have to go and say that? Just when she thought that just maybe this morning would turn out to be not so stifling with tension.

Her eyes left his and latched onto the poster to the left and behind his head. She inwardly cursed herself. It was meant to be innocent. An innocent moment where she forgot for a split second that she was carrying his child. She wasn’t encouraged by the uncomfortable way he settled back into his chair and turned silently to his computer. “Mulder. I didn’t mean-.”

He cut her off. “All in jest right Scully? You’re absolved. Now let me interest you in a little slide show…”


X


Her mother knew, the whole story. Gory details excluded of course. She felt relieved. Her mother had been too over joyed to be upset over the not so wonderful circumstances. She smiled briefly at the memory of her mother's happy grin.

A voice announced that she was ready to be seen.

Her first ultrasound. She hadn't told her mother, she wanted to go to this one alone. This experience was just for herself and the surely developing baby. She held back a blink of suprise when she was asked if the father was present. She hadn’t even told Mulder. He was far too wrapped up in getting the answers he wanted, to pay even the slightest bit of attention to the pregnancy itself.

“No. He’s uh… out of town on business.”

Did that nurse just give her a look? A sympathetic look? She seethed silently.

Not too long later she was staring at the first image of her baby. She blinked back a few tears and managed a weak smile at the nurse. She had been too caught up in the how and why of it all to really appreciate the beauty of the experience... until now. The cold metal pad slid through the gel over her barely rounded stomach. The tiny baby inside her sucked its thumb. All she could think of was Mulder. Would he ever allow himself to experience this? Would he develop a bond with this child? Or was it merely a way to expose the truth and save the greater good? Prophecies aside, a perfect, beautiful combination of the two of them was steadily growing inside of her body. Why wouldn’t he give any indication of what he wanted from this?

A voice broke her internal monologue..

"You wanna know the sex?"

She contemplated this a moment... What was the harm?

"Yes. Please."

The nurse smiled warmly.

"Congratulations Mommy. You're having a little girl."


X


She sat in the office staring at the picture of Samantha that Mulder dutifully kept on his desk. The photo was merely a sad relic of a happier time, yet it had come to mean so much more to her over the last few years. Even more so during the last few weeks. It all came down to this one little girl. If it hadn’t been for the abduction of Samantha Mulder she wouldn’t be standing here all these years later. Standing loyally by the side of this little girl’s brother, bringing his flesh and blood to the next generation. She slowly pulled the ultrasound print free from her bag and placed it propped up against the picture of Samantha.

A decision had been made. An important decision which would forever be a part of her to be born daughter. The very thing that identified a person. A decision made by every parent. The name her flesh and blood would bear. She would inform Mulder when the time was right, if it ever was.


X


It was late. She had just left Skinner's office. It hadn’t been easy informing Skinner. She had maintained her clinical detachment until he had asked the one question she had hoped he would keep to himself. “Where is Mulder in all of this?” She had averted her eyes. Finding the edge of his desk to be suddenly fascinating. “He is looking for answers Sir.” Skinner stared at her for a long time before dismissing her with the promise of keeping this delicate information under his hat and to assist in any way possible.

She exited the elevator and made her way through to their office. She hadn’t expected to find Mulder down there. How she found Mulder stopped her short and she stood in the doorway watching him. He stood behind his desk holding the ultrasound print out. She didn't know if it was the light of the desk lamp playing tricks on her eyes or if she could actually see the look of longing that had appeared to have transformed his features. He raised his eyes to the door and the moment was gone. He hastily put the picture back on the desk and rushed to explain "Sorry I was looking for the crime scene photos from Texas and I thought-"

Why did he have to lie?

She took a step into the office. "It's ok Mulder. You can look if you like. I don't mind." He exhaled shakily. He looked away. Not able to bring his eyes to meet hers. She crossed over to him and gently lifted the print up from the desk and held it where they could both look at it. "You can see her head and her arms. Look there are her legs-"

"Her?"

Scully looked up into his face. Forcing his eyes to hold hers.

"It's a girl."

Mulder's eyes left hers and landed on the picture of Samantha perched atop his desk. After a long moment his voice came out low and hoarse. "When we were little kids Samantha used to love to tease me. She would say ‘Fox, one day if a girl would be silly enough to marry you, you will have lots of little girls just like me so they can tease you too’." He turned his eyes back to the ultrasound printout and gazed at it wistfully for awhile. "But that was a long time ago. Things were different then. This child is... I don’t know what this child is Scully… What if because of our junk DNA… she turns out to be…”

His eyes met hers again. “Part extra-terrestrial… Maybe the sole reason for her birth is to save us all from extinction. Maybe she’s not meant to be our child.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and looked away for a split second. ‘Our Child.’

Her eyes lifted once more to meet his. The barely concealed misery peeking out from behind her blue depths made him feel almost ashamed of his doubts.

“Regardless of what she might or might not be Mulder. She is still my child and I intend to love her.”

To her horror she discovered a lump was starting to develop in her throat.

She loathed herself for being so pathetic. This man didn't want their child, he didn’t want her. She had told herself time and again that this didn’t have to change anything between them. She was so wrong. She had wanted the change. Only now Scully realized that she hadn’t received the change she had wanted. She hadn’t anticipated the hurt his ‘rejection in not so many words’ would inflict. He only wanted what was prophesized. Yet there she was still down in that damn basement, determined to give her daughter the name of his sister. Determined to prove that she could give him a family as well as remaining loyal to the search for the truth. She was just as invested in this quest as he was. She had lost so much that she needed to fight for and yet right now, deep down inside her hormone battered heart she just wanted what she couldn't have. The father of her child. She didn't even have one single memory of the conception of their child. It was a drug induced exercise handed down by a bunch of selfish lying bastards. Leaked to her in the form of a video tape.

She suddenly felt ill. She quietly excused herself. Mulder’s eyes followed her out of the office. Once in the restroom she took a few deep breaths and examined herself in the mirror. Same old Dana Scully, nothing had changed, only now the sadness was a constant cloak over her eyes. She mentally chided herself.

Get a grip.

It's not the end of the world.

You're not sixteen. You haven't been ditched by your horny boyfriend.

No. Just rejected by the only man she could see herself loving.



END



X-Files: The Next Generation Chapter Three
Author: daniphile
E-Mail: daniphile@hotmail.com

Archive: Anywhere just keep my name and e-mail attached.

Rating: R for Language, Sexual Situations and Violence.

Disclaimer: Not sure how many time I’ve gotta say “NOT MINE” you guys get the picture?

Notes: I know Mulder’s been a bit of a distant prick in the first two chapters but I promise things are gonna change from this chapter onwards. So all you shippers out there take heart.
Also in the x-files they made Scully HUGE when she was pregnant. In this story Scully gets to be one of those lucky women who’s little bump is perched high on their frame making them look like cute little ducks, not uncomfortable beached whales LOL.

X


Two more months had dragged by. The morning sickness had abated but she felt tired and swollen. Her shape had changed noticeably. When she undressed at night she stood staring at her body. Amazed at the roundness of her firm belly. She was lucky she wasn't huge yet. From the back she looked the same once she turned the small round ball perched high on her stomach was a dead give away. People wanted to touch her. She felt like the lucky Buddha and it was starting to annoy her to no end. Of all the strangers that felt inclined to touch her Mulder hadn't even grazed her with a finger tip. Although she had felt his eyes all over her expanding bump on many occasions.

Something was shifting in Mulder. He didn't quite ignore the pregnancy as he had been doing in the past. He had started carrying things for her. On a couple of occasions he had asked how she was feeling. He constantly wore a mask over his eyes to cover the guilt and the longing that she knew was lurking under the surface. They actually agreed to have lunch together today much to her surprise. Lately she had been spending more time out at Quantico. Today she was back in the basement, helping Mulder catch up on some overdue paperwork. At 1.00pm he stopped typing and looked over at her. "Hungry?"

"Starved."

As they made their way down the street Mulder rolled his eyes and muttered something about his wallet and the office and told her to go on to the deli he'd catch up with her there. She didn't get far, no more than a few steps. A display caught her eye. There in a shop window sat a little baby jumpsuit. It had a matching baby hat with floppy rabbit ears. She couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips as she caressed her bump absently. She hadn't bought anything for the baby yet. Maybe it was time to start. She’d been too concerned with finding the answers she needed. Was this child really something ‘special’? They had been safe so far but when would all that change? With a start she realized she had been standing in front of the window for a good ten minutes lost in her private world.

Mulder was making his way toward her on the crowded street, tucking his wallet into the back pocket of his pants. He saw Scully looking in a shop window. A far away look in her eyes. Her expression soft. Her hand was resting lightly on her swollen stomach. In the day light she glowed. Her hair rich and full. The touch of color on her face high and healthy. She looked beautiful. She looked like the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She was the mother of his child whether he liked it or not. The urge to reach out and touch her was becoming harder to deal with every time he saw her. There was something about the translucent skin, the shiny hair, the swollen ripeness to her body that he knew was hiding beneath those billowing trench coats. He didn't want to have to fight the urge to love the mother of his child. After Diana had briefly returned Mulder had made a few discoveries. His interest and willingness to trust Diana came from a very basic instinct. He just wanted to love and to be loved. Diana was familiar, she was someone he used to love. He could love her again or so he had thought. Diana wasn't as close to the x-files like Scully was. Diana hadn't sacrificed so many things to stay with him, to stay on the x-files. He didn't owe Diana anything. He owed Scully everything. He knew not long after he had started to entertain the notion of a reunion with Diana that it wouldn't be right. He'd never be able to make any relationship work. Not when he hid away a love for his partner that he'd never felt for anyone else. It was too powerful to acknowledge and he knew no one else would ever come close to meaning anything remotely similar to what Scully meant to him.

Scully had turned now and was making her way toward their usual deli. Mulder stopped in front of the window and stared at what she had been smiling at. Something in his chest clenched. Maybe his heart couldn't take anymore of the self absorbed torture he inflicted on himself and everyone else around him. He entered the store and made his purchase. Tucking the small brown paper package in his coat pocket, he made his way down the street to where Scully was waiting.


X

Scully pressed the small brown package Mulder had handed her on his way out of the office to her stomach. "Maybe it's something for you Sam." She whispered in the quiet of the office. She doubted it. She knew torturing herself by not opening it was silly, but if she left it closed she could pretend for a moment that maybe Mulder cared enough to give his child one small token of affection, acknowledgement, recognition.

She took a breath to still herself and pulled the package open. Her eyes widened. How did he know? He must have seen her looking at it in the window earlier that week. The brown paper was quite wrinkled. Had he kept it this long before he could work up the courage to give it to her? He had left so hastily. She felt the threat of tears. "Damn these fucking hormones." She cursed. Her heart broke for the complicated man that wouldn't allow himself to love this child. She could bring herself to understand if Mulder wouldn't commit to her, but not the baby. She was as much Mulder as she was Scully even if there potentially was a huge responsibility looming over the child’s head. Maybe when he finally saw her, and held her. When she finally made her way into the world Mulder would find some way to love his daughter.

A noise from the doorway distracted her from her musings. She looked up still clutching Mulder's gift to her round belly. He looked sheepish and embarrassed. "I uh left my keys."

He hurried over to his desk and pulled open his drawer feeling relieved he saw his keys sitting on top. He snatched them out of the drawer and stuffed them into his pocket. "I uh guess I'll see you monday Scully."

"Thank You Mulder. It's beautiful." Her voice was low and tender.

Only Scully.

She was the only person on earth who wouldn't take his quest and his doubts and his damned emotional issues and throw them in his face. Any other woman would have made demands and ultimatums. Instead Scully accepted any small gesture he made without complaint. Her patience and understanding had been unwavering. This woman broke his heart. She was still so good to him at five months pregnant after everything he had put her through, the rejection and not stepping up to the plate where it concerned the child. Not being strong enough to admit that all he wanted was her, when for so long all he'd wanted was the truth. He didn’t know how to have both. One thing he did know was that he was too chicken shit to allow himself to try to have both. If he became attached to this child, his child, his daughter, he might not ever recover if they took her away. This child was a danger to them both and he was scared of happily settling into a blissfully ignorant life. Sure he was an emotional wreck. A self centered asshole with a chip on his shoulder, but he had good reason to be. How could a man whose single passion in life is to reveal the truth about aliens and international conspiracies to an unsuspecting public, possibly find the time to be a father and protector, a lover, a man his family can depend on? He saw what that responsibility did to his own father. How could he subject his own child, no matter what her reasons for conception were, to an environment of cover ups, near death experiences and the possibility of alien or government abduction? How. could it be worth all of that just to have the love of a family? Mulder and Scully and Baby make three.

A lone tear tracked its way down Scully's face to land in the very corner of her mouth. Where top lip joined bottom. He found himself standing in front of her as she sat in her office chair. He traced the wet path lightly with his finger tip and let the tip of his finger rest against her soft full lips. His eyes travelled further down to her protruding stomach. Then his hand followed his eyes and they both inhaled deeply at the contact. Five months. Five long months and he was finally touching her, touching the baby. He memorized the curve of her bump under his hand before he drew away. "Mulder-" Her voice was low and throaty. He cut her off. "I'm so sorry Scully. I'm sorry I've been an asshole to you. I just... It’s hard to explain the reasons why I do the things I do. Maybe I'm too selfish to explain them-"

"Maybe you're just too afraid Mulder."

"Are you afraid Scully?"

Another tear slid down.

"I'm afraid to raise this baby alone but I don't like to let my fear get the better of me."

She stood and pressed the package against her stomach once more. "Maybe one day Mulder you will come to realize that it's better to face your fears with someone rather than alone. I hope you realize this before it's too late. I don't want you to wake up old and alone and regretting that you never allowed yourself to love and be loved by your daughter."

Maybe even me. She added silently.

Mulder nodded. She moved to make her way past him and out to the elevator but he gently stopped her by grabbing her arm. "What are you going to call her?"

Scully gently pulled her arm free of his tender grip. "Samantha." She whispered before exiting the room and leaving Mulder to stand in stunned silence.


END

Chapter Four Coming Soon.

X – Files: The Next Generation. Chapter One
Author: daniphile
E-Mail: daniphile@hotmail.com

Archive: Anywhere just let me know. This is currently a WIP. Keep my e-mail and name attached.

Summary: It all begins with a prophesy, a mysterious videotape and an unexpected pregnancy.

Rating: R for Language, Sexual Situations and Violence.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Mulder and Scully. However they do take up residence in my fried little brain for most of the year. I thought it would only be fair to my sanity to let them out for some fresh air.
All credit to 1013 and Co. for these exceptional characters. I do this for the pleasure not the glory.

Feedback: Makes the world go around :-P


X


She stared hard at her reflection in the mirror. A ghost of a smile graced her lips for not a second before it shimmered into blankness. Another charged, extraordinarily defining moment in her life was ticking out its beat softly. The sound traveled almost inaudibly to her ear. She exhaled slowly, feeling her heart knocking impatiently against her ribcage.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

His voice whispered inside her head. He had said that to her during one of their many long journeys across the expanse of their time together. He had been referring to her feelings about her infertility. He knew her feelings of frustration. She hadn’t given a thought to contributing to the next generation. Not until the right to do so had been stolen from her. All she had wanted was one more chance. Now she stood at the precipice. There were only two directions. Positive or Negative. Blue or Pink. Yes or No.

She was so tired of this. So very fed up. These games that were played by invisible men with shadowy powers had taken a terrifyingly powerful hold on her life. She lived in a world with no security. No chance of knowing when it was all going to be ripped out from underneath her. It was inevitable. Right?

Her fingernails drummed against porcelain.

If the answer, the direction, was negative she knew she would deal with it. Her delivery of the news to Mulder would be direct and brief. Clinical detachment was earned not taught. She had without a doubt earned it. She couldn’t let herself imagine it was positive. It threw up too many personal issues that she had safely quarantined behind the bars surrounding her heart. Far too many unspoken desires would bubble and break to the surface if the outcome of this defining moment indeed turned out to be positive. Not to mention the outcome of what Mulder referred to as the shit storm of all time. Scully knew if the answer was positive she would be a danger to what those insidious men referred to as ‘the project’. She would become a danger to herself, to those that she loved and potentially to those she hadn’t yet had a chance to love. If she got through this unscathed the answer may also be the one thing that saved earth from Armageddon. Mulder and his insanity had gotten to her long ago. She had seen too much not to believe.

Her eyes shifted to her wrist watch. One minute. Deep breath. Go.

Briefly her eyes closed as she took a few cleansing breaths. Prying them open, she calmly faced the sink and picked up the white stick sitting on the surface. She brought the little display window into her line of sight and inhaled sharply.

Positive.


X


2 months earlier.


She stood staring in disbelief.

The sole ‘witness’ to the crime they were investigating claimed to have ‘seen’ the murder through her ‘inner eye’ basically just another crackpot psychic wannabe Mulder was humoring. Or so she had thought.

The instant the woman grasped Mulder’s hand to shake it, her head jerked back and her body began shaking. Her knees had buckled and with Mulder’s assistance she sprawled against the floor, her body still shaking violently.

“I think she’s having some kind of –“

The woman’s choked voice cut Scully off.

“Offspring…”

Mulder looked to Scully as she began to try to administer medical attention to the obviously disturbed woman. “Did that sound like offspring to you?”

Scully shrugged impatiently as she worked to loosen the woman’s clothing.

“Offspring… born to… born to… barren mother. P..p.. powerful child.”

Mulder gently stilled Scully’s hands. “Mulder-.” He shook his head and pressed his finger to his lips, his eyes directing her to listen to the woman on the floor in front of them. Her seizure had calmed, her babbling had increased.

“Powerful child… saves us all. Saves us from them.” Her arm lifted shakily to point blindly upward. “The creatures from the sky. Beware the oil. Black oil.”

Mulder’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He looked to Scully to see if she was piecing any of this together. “Who is the child?” Mulder’s voice was low and non threatening.

“Dark hair…born to unknowing parents.”

That was all the information they could get out of her. She had passed out and when she finally did awake she had no memory of anything she had said. Scully had tried to convince Mulder that it was nothing more than the ramblings of a highly disturbed individual. Mulder wasn’t buying it. He had written the words down the first chance he was able to and had been studying them ever since.

Two weeks had gone by and Mulder was still obsessing over what he was now referring to as a prophesy. “Scully a child is going to be born. A child that possibly has the power to stop colonization. I still don’t get the part about the unknowing parents…”

She watched as his eyes widened. Bingo. Mulder had just made one of those unexplainable connections. She suppressed a grin as he began his true to nature rambling.
“Unknowing parents Scully… these people whoever they are… they were taken and the woman was impregnated. That has to be it Scully.”

His voice had lowered. “You know as well as I do what they’re capable of.”

Her eyes met his. Her expression somber. “You don’t have to convince me.”


X

1 and a half months later


Mulder entered his apartment. He didn’t bother with flicking on the lights. His tie and shoes remained on the floor as he rolled up his sleeves and sunk onto the familiar leather of his couch. He propped his sock clad feet up on his coffee table and with a flick of his remote his television blinked to life. He had exhausted every possible investigative resource available to him to try and gather some proof supporting the prophesy he had overheard. Even the guys thought he was a little insane over this one. Frohike with a skeptical look on his face briefly flashed through his mind. His grin was brief as he continued to channel surf. After a few minutes of restless flicking a loud knock came from his door. He slowly pulled himself from the couch and sauntered over to the door. There was no one on the other side when he pulled it open. There was however a brown paper package staring up at him from in front of his feet. Looking up and down the hallway he bent to retrieve the package. Once inside he tore it open to reveal a videotape. All his persistent question asking had not gone unrewarded. Someone had been listening. Someone wanted him to have the evidence. He was sure of it.

He fired up his VCR and eagerly awaited the contents of the tape. There was snow for a few moments then an image came to life on the screen. It was his apartment. The angle was birds eye, obviously filmed from a secret camera hidden somewhere in the ceiling. He could not believe what he was seeing. He could not believe the contents of this tape. He could not believe that at some point a half naked Dana Scully had been kneeling on the floor in his apartment with her arms held back over her head to loop around his neck while he buried himself in her over and over again from behind. One of his hands had snaked down her body, his fingers playing between her legs. At that point she had tossed her head back against his shoulder, her hips working counter to his rhythm. It all made sense. It all fell into place as he watched the two of them writhing together on the screen. A child born to two unknowing parents.

Unknowing parents.

He had to call Scully. Right now.


X


She opened the door to the restroom and made her way back down the hall toward their office. She was still reeling from the events of the last 12 hours. Mulder had been insisting that the psychic’s message had been for them. He believed that they had obviously been exposed to some kind of pheromone or manipulation of the central nervous system. Mulder believed they had been set up to conceive and their memories had been wiped leaving them none the wiser. Scully had a hard time swallowing his theory. Not because she refused to believe… but because she was afraid to. They had violated her again. She was furious. Not only had they taken away her ability to conceive, but they had failed to mention that they had some how given it back. Now she was carrying some kind of a miracle child and she had plenty of questions. Who had orchestrated this? Were they on the side of resistance or servitude? Was this child a gift, a way to defend themselves against and defeat the aliens? Was she allowed to be happy? Would she be allowed to be a mother or merely a vessel for the next messiah? Would Mulder want this child? Would he want a child with her?

The last thought escaped unbidden through her mind before she could mentally stomp on it. Mulder wanted the truth. That’s all, nothing more, nothing less. She had to play it cool. It was Mulder’s decision to make. He had no choice in the conception. She couldn’t possibly hold him to this child. It hadn’t been his mistake to make. It hadn’t been hers either, but for her this was a miracle.

She stopped in front of his desk and he looked up expectantly. As she took a breath in preparation, Mulder had a feeling they would be words he wasn’t likely to ever forget.

“Four different tests. Each one positive.”


END: For Now

Chapter 2 Coming Soon.