"Just One Day"
Author: Angela W.
Summary: Mulder and
Scully, now married but off the
X-Files, get a chance to work as partners again. But
it's not as nice of a situation as they might wish
In my "married" series of fanfics,
this comes after "Work and Play". In the
world, this would probably come sometime after Season
7, but the only spoilers are for eps from Season Five
characters do not belong to me. They are the property of
Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
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to archive anywhere!
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nice or contains *constructive*
criticism, feedback is welcomed. If you just hate it,
I don't want to hear about it!
F.B.I. Special Agent Fox Mulder kept his breathing
steady as he increased his pace slightly during his
morning jog. Mulder loved running. The only thing
better than an early morning run alone would have been
an early morning run with Scully beside him. But now
that his wife was nearing the third trimester of her
pregnancy, the doctor had forbade her from such
vigorous exercise restricting her, instead, to
walking, swimming and exercise classes especially
designed for pregnant women.
Mulder eventually left the jogging path in the park
and used the three blocks back home as a cooling down
period, slowing gradually to a walk. When he entered
the front door, he veered into the kitchen before
heading upstairs for a shower. Scully's morning
sickness was mostly gone now, but he poured a glass of
7-up anyway and placed a couple of crackers on a
plate. He'd leave them on the nightstand by Dana's
side of the bed, just in case. Depositing the drink
and crackers quietly, he slipped into the bathroom and
turned on the shower.
Dana Scully awoke to the sound of the shower. Mmm! she
thought sleepily. Wet, naked Mulder! Enticing though
that mental picture was, it wasn't quite enough to
lure her from their warm bed. Instead, she sipped the
soda her husband had brought for her and nibbled at
the crackers. It wasn't so much that she still needed
them as that she wanted to let him know his thoughtful
gesture hadn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated.
A minute or two later, Mulder entered the bedroom
wearing one towel slung casually around his hips and
drying his hair with another towel around his neck.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he said when he
Scully's eyes were open.
"C'mere," Scully said, beckoning him to the
That was another nice side effect of sipping soda
before getting out of bed, she thought: no morning
breath. She pulled Mulder's mouth down to hers for a
long, slow kiss. Then she deliberately ran her fingers through the patch of still damp hair on his chest
slipped them underneath the towel to caress his waist.
"Got time for a quickie?"
Scully was almost embarrassed at how sexually
agressive she'd been over the past few weeks. She'd
even asked her doctor about it and had been assurred
that there was a reason the second trimester of
pregnancy was often referred to as the "honeymoon
period"; the increased flow of blood to the genital
area often resulted in increased sexual arousal for
mothers-to-be. So far, Mulder hadn't exactly been
Mulder made a regretful mumbling sound in the back
his throat. "God, I'm sorry, honey, but I really
don't. My task force has to make our report to the
director this morning. But tonight's Friday and I
promise we can play all weekend."
"All right," Scully said with a small pout.
ahead and get dressed. I'll just watch. Mulder dropped
the towel that had been around his waist, then bent to
retrieve it. That was another thing that had changed
since Scully had become pregnant; Mulder had actually
started picking up after himself! She grinned at the
glimpse she got before he pulled on his boxer briefs.
He was at half-mast in his nest of dark brown curls.
Good, she thought. She wouldn't have wanted to send a
fully-aroused Mulder off to work, but she wouldn't
have wanted to think her kisses and suggestions had
had no effect at all.
Mulder was at the desk in his new office - he still
missed the old basement office he'd shared with Scully
when they'd worked the X-Files, even if this one was
in an above-ground location - going over his report
when his secretary knocked at the door. "A.D.
is here to see you, Agent Mulder," she said.
"Skinner, I've got a meeting with the director in
twenty minutes to go over the reports on serial
killers that my task force has been working on. Can
"No," Skinner said. "I already called the
told him another member of your team might have to
meet with him. We've got a hostage situation in an
Arlington hospital and I need you to come with me; to
Mulder nodded slowly and pulled on his suit jacket. He
handed the report to Agent Charles Guilbeau and
instructed the rest of the members of his team to
answer any questions the director might have to the
best of their ability.
"What is it this time?" Mulder asked his boss
two of them trotted quickly down the hall toward the
parking garage, "aliens, monsters or mutants?"
"What are you talking about, Mulder?" Skinner
they got into the older man's car. "You're a
psychologist, you're a seasoned agent, we need you to
"Come on, Skinner! I'm a psychologist, all right,
my specialty is profiling; not hostage negotiation.
I've done it exactly twice in all my 15 years with the
bureau. Once was that whole damned Duane Barry
incident and the other was in Chicago when I
inadverdently stumbled into a hostage situation while
performing a risk assessment at a company that had
received terroristic threats. You want me to do this,
there has to be a reason. What is it?"
Skinner sighed as he negotiated his car onto the
beltway and speeded up. "We think you might be able
understand this guy's point of view. Between your
formal training and your personal experiences, if
anybody can get inside his head it will be you."
"What kind of personal experiences are we talking
about here, Skinner? Has he been alien-abducted or is
it one of his family members? Or does he talk to dead
people and communicate psychically or by telekenesis?"
"It's nothing like that," Skinner said.
have anything to do with your background on the
X-Files, at least not in the way you seem to
"The man's wife is dying of cancer. The hostages
two nurses and a doctor who he feels aren't doing
everything they can to save her."
Mulder was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I can
relate," he said softly.
"I know you and Scully weren't married at the time
her fight with cancer, but I still thought you'd be
able to understand his despair."
Mulder nodded slowly.
Once they reached the hospital, Mulder and Skinner
joined the small band of F.B.I. agents and Arlington
police officers who were stationed outside the wing
where the hostages were being held.
"We've evacuated all the other rooms in this
agent said. "The perp has three hostages, a handgun
and claims to be strapped with explosives. He's
wearing a bulky sweatshirt, despite this heat, so
there's no way to be sure if he's telling the truth or
"Wire me, and I'll go in and try to talk to
Mulder said. Even as he spoke, he was removing his
shirt and tie so that another technician could attach
an almost inivisible radio transmitter/receiver to the
skin of his chest, neck and ear.
"We may just be giving him another hostage,"
the police officers suggested.
As Mulder walked toward the room where the hostages
were being held, the agent hooked up to his mike
whispered to Skinner, "Is there somebody else he'd
feel more comfortable having on the other end of this?
His partner, maybe?"
Skinner nodded and pulled out his cell phone.
Let me call Quantico."
Scully had finished the formal part of her lecture to
the students she taught at the F.B.I. Academy. Unlike
the basic classes she had taught earlier in her
career, this was a special seminar for students coming
into the bureau who already had scientific
backgrounds. A few, like Scully herself, were medical
doctors. Others had degrees in biology, chemistry,
physics or computer sciences. Now she'd opened the
class to discussion of any and all matters pertaining
to their future careers.
"So most of us will spend our careers here at
Quantico, huh?" a male student asked.
"You'll most likely spend the majority of your time
here, yes," Scully agreed. "The usual scenario
agents with scientific backgrounds is a couple of
years in the labs, a couple of years as a field agent
to get some real world experience, then back here."
"Is that how it went for you?" a female
"I actually spent a total of six years in the
Scully replied. "The first two years after
I was here, then I had a year of field work, another
year back here, then five more years of field work.
That's relatively unusual for an agent with my
background, but I was part of a special investigative
unit in which I used my medical skills quite
"Which do you think is more important, the leg work
the lab work?" a different male student asked.
smiled gently at him. With his earnest, slightly
bumbling air, the man reminded her of her now-deceased
friend Sean Pendrell.
"They're both important," Scully replied.
like two halves of the same coin. That's one of the
reasons its important for agents with scientific
backgrounds to have at least a couple of years of
field experience. Yes, we can do miracles here with
whatever physical clues are brought to us - fiber
analysis, DNA fingerprinting, you name it. But first
somebody has to find the clues and bring them to us.
That can be a long and frustrating search and it's
important those of us here in the labs understand
The door to the classroom opened abruptly and a woman
in her late 50s stepped in. "Dr. Palmer?"
in surprise. The older woman rarely worked on Fridays.
"Dr. Scully, I'll be taking over the rest of your
classes for today," Palmer said. "They need
you to go
assist in a hostage negotiation in Arlington."
"But Dr. Scully's a pathologist!" one of the
exclaimed. "Why would she do hostage negotiation?
Isn't that a job for one of the bureau's
Scully sighed and tried to repress a shudder. "My
guess is that a certain Oxford-educated psychologist
is the agent doing the actual negotiating. I'm needed
as the contact agent, right?"
Dr. Palmer nodded.
"What's a contact agent?" a student inquired.
"When an agent goes into any kind of dangerous
situation - a hostage negotiation, an undercover
operation, a bomb defusement - we always try to allow
him to maintain contact with someone on the outside
through body wires and microphones," Palmer said.
works best when the contact agent is someone he
trusts. Usually the Special Agent in Charge - who in
this case is Assistant Director Skinner - asks the
agent at risk who he wants on the other end of his
wire. Apparently, this time, Skinner didn't even
bother to ask, just called Quantico and told them to
send Dr. Scully out to provide support to Agent
"Who's Agent Mulder?" a female student asked.
"My husband," Scully replied as she walked out
The hostage negotiations were going fairly well;
Mulder had been allowed entry into the room and
persuaded the kidnapper to allow one of the hostages,
the younger of the two nurses, to go free. Still, the
man's total number of hostages remained the same, as
he now had Mulder in there with him.
"I don't think I'm doing a very good job,"
the young agent on the other end of Mulder's wire.
"Maybe if you took over, sir," he looked up at
"No need for that," Skinner said with a sigh
relief. "The cavalry just arrived." He watched
Scully moved through the crowd as fast as her pregnant
form would allow, flashing her badge at anyone who
attempted to impede her progress.
Skinner placed his hand gently on Scully's shoulder
and gestured for the other agent to turn over his
headphones and microphone to Scully. Scully knew the
drill. Mulder would be able to hear her and she'd be
able to hear him. However, he wouldn't be able to
respond directly to her for fear of alienating the
"Mulder, it's me," she said softly into the
Mulder let out his breath with a loud whoosh, directly
into her ear.
"You keep saying you know how I feel,"
man with the gun. "But how can you?"
"I told you," Mulder repeated, his voice calm
unemotional. "My wife nearly died of cancer.
thought she was going to. We got a miracle. Her cancer
went into remission. I can't promise you a miracle.
Maybe your wife will die. But you can't violate your
integrity like this. All that will do is give her an
extra burden to bear in her last days."
A single tear slid silently down Scully's cheek. She
knew that Mulder was speaking as much to her as to his
captor. A situation like this could easily turn deadly
and Mulder was unarmed. This might be their only
chance to say goodbye.
The situation took extremely slow, but undeniably
steady, turns for the better during the tense hours
that followed. Mulder was able to persuade the man to
let first the other nurse go, then the doctor. So now
the man's only hostage was Mulder himself.
"So, what if I shot you, then myself?" the man
"Then we'd both be dead," Mulder said
our wives would be widows. That's the coward's way
out. Forcing your wife to bear the pain you refuse to
accept. Making her deal with losing you because you
can't deal with losing her."
"What would your wife do if you were dead?"
Scully whimpered softly into the microphone. She had
thought, now that they were off the X-Files, that this
wasn't a question she'd ever have to ask herself
"She'd be sad, of course," said Mulder
don't think she'd ever love another man. I know she'd
never love another man the way she loves me."
"Right," murmured Scully into the microphone.
"But she's strong," Mulder continued.
She'd create a stable, loving home for our child. It's
hard to be a single parent, it's not something she'd
ever choose, but she could do it if she had to."
"Yeah, well maybe I'm not that strong,"
man with the gun.
"Maybe you're stronger than you give yourself
for," Mulder suggested.
"You have any regrets?" the man asked
voice not exactly friendly, but curious rather than
threatening. "About your relationship with your
"A ton," Mulder replied.
"What?" the man demanded.
"You shouldn't, Fox," Scully whispered.
"Main thing is that I waited so long to get things
moving in the right direction between us," Mulder
slowly. "I told you some of that earlier today. She
and I were work colleagues and close friends for a
long time before we finally got romantically involved.
I think we could have married a lot earlier, spared
ourselves a lot of lonely nights, if I hadn't been so
stupid, so stubborn. I wasted a lot of years dealing
with issues from my past - stuff that happened in my
childhood, in my relationship with my parents, in past
romantic relationships - letting that impede my
relationship with her."
"You keep saying "her" and "my
wife". Doesn't she have
a name?" the man asked.
"Dana," Mulder said softly, his voice turning
syllables into a caress. "Her name is Dana."
"So everything's been hunky-dory since you two got
married, huh?" asked the man. "No current
"Nothing major," Mulder said, "A few
minor things. I
think there's always going to be events you look back
on and wish you'd reacted differently to them."
"Like what?" snarled the man. "Tell me
"She wanted to make love this morning," Mulder
his voice barely above a whisper, "I told her I was
too busy, had to get to the office, that we needed to
wait until tonight when I got home from work. As you
might be able to guess, I'm regretting that quite a
bit right at this moment."
"Hey, if you love this woman so much, why do you do
*THIS*? Why take a job where you have to put your life
on the line everyday? Why not do something less
Mulder sighed. "I've asked myself that a time or
Bottom line is: I don't know what else I would do or
could do with my life. I joined the bureau the week
after I graduated from college. It's the only career
I've ever known. I'd quit if she asked me to, but
she's never even suggested it. That may be what I love
most about her: she's always loved me for who I am.
She doesn't see me as some kind of home improvement
project to reshape into her version of the perfect
man. She knows I'm not perfect, but she loves me
"Always, Fox, always," Scully whispered on the
end of the mike.
Finally, it was over. The man threw down the gun and
collapsed in tears. Mulder had him cuffed and was
reading him his rights before the other agents could
make it down the corridor.
Scully didn't even attempt to join the tide of
humanity stampeding toward the room where Mulder had
been. She didn't want to risk getting jostled in her
condition. Instead, she sat quietly and waited for her
husband to come to her.
"Scully." She experienced a moment of aural
as his voice came from two places at once. Then she
realized he was standing a few feet in front of her,
speaking her name. Because they were both still wired,
she heard him in her ear as well.
Scully walked over and took him in her arms. They
stood like that for a long moment, just holding each
other, hands running soothingly over shoulders and
backs. Then Mulder tipped up her head and kissed her
tenderly on the mouth.
After Mulder broke the kiss, he rested his forehead on
hers for a moment.
"Agents?" Skinner said, gently placing a hand
of their shoulders.
"I'm okay," Mulder said. "Let's go
ahead and get
everything wrapped up so we can get out of here."
"Agent Scully, you're free to go now unless you'd
rather stay," Skinner said. "We're going to go
"I'll meet you there in a bit," she said,
Mulder's hand one last squeeze.
It was early evening when Mulder and Scully finally
pulled away from the Hoover Building. Unusually for
them, Scully was at the wheel.
It was a testimony to Mulder's emotional exhaustion
that it took him the better part of an hour to realize
they weren't headed home. "Scully, where are we
"After the day we've had, I figured we both
little R-and-R. We're going to the summer house in
Rhode Island. I went home and packed for us before
joining you at headquarters."
"We *DO* have an unspoken, psychic communication
going, Scully! I was going to suggest we drive up
there tomorrow morning."
"You just relax, Mulder."
"For a bit. Then we're going to stop for dinner and
I'll drive the rest of the way. In your condition, you
need good nutrition and plenty of rest."
It was almost midnight when they reached the summer
house, having stopped at an all-night supermarket to
"You tired?" Mulder asked as they put away the
groceries and took their suitcases to the master
"No," Scully said with a shake of her head.
the last two hours of the drive re-energized me."
"Want to take a walk on the beach?"
They were soon strolling along the shore,
hand-in-hand. Not talking much, just letting the
rhythm of the ocean soothe their battered spirits. For
all their myriad differences, a love of the seashore
was something Mulder and Scully had always shared. For
him, the affection was for this particular stretch of
sand and water, where he had spent much of his
childhood. For her, it was a more general feeling,
born out of her years as a Navy brat.
Finally, they stopped and he faced her. "How do you
always know what I need? Exactly what I need? You
talked me through that whole hostage negotiation
thing, then you bring me up here to let me unwind."
Scully smiled. "I love you, Fox. I think it's a
"I love you, too, Dana."
They kissed for a long time after that, Mulder putting
his hands on her bottom and pulling her up on tiptoes
to gain better access to her mouth.
"Want to swim?" he murmured.
"Our bathing suits are back at the house."
"It's a warm night. And there's no one
"Why Agent Mulder! Are you suggesting we skinny
"Okay!" Scully quickly began unbuttoning the
fitting sundress she was wearing and let it drop to
her ankles, then stepped out of her bra and panties.
She waded into the water, the moonlight glistening on
her hair, and waited for her husband to join her.
The water was fairly calm, the tide lifting in
swells instead of breaking in foamy waves. They waded
out 'til they were about waist deep, then floated on
their backs, holding hands. A million stars winked
down at them.
When Scully stood up and shook the water out of her
hair Mulder smiled and reached out to touch her face
"What?" Scully asked at the odd expression in
"I don't mean to insult your religious beliefs,
but you look like some sort of fertility goddess right
now. Naked in the ocean with the moonlight streaming
down on your breast and belly like that..."
Scully smiled. "Glad you're enjoying the sight,
C'mon let's go get dried off. I'm beginning to get
sleepy and we've still got to walk back to the
Mulder tossed his T-shirt to her for use in drying
off. After they had both used it, he remained bare
chested and draped the now damp shirt around his
shoulders. She slipped her bra and panties into the
pockets of her dress, and put the dress itself back
When they reached the backyard, Mulder asked,
you like to sleep out here in the hammock?"
"Sounds heavenly," Scully agreed.
Mulder spooned up next to her and began to let his
hands wander beneath her dress. "You wanna fool
or are you too sleepy?" he murmured into her ear.
"I'm sleepy, but I still want to. Think I'll just
leave the driving to you, though, so to speak."
Mulder chuckled in her ear. Usually Scully was an
extremely active participant in their lovemaking,
using her mouth and hands to drive him almost to the
brink of insanity before they got to the main event.
However, there had been a few occasions in their
marriage - mostly since she'd become pregnant - where
she preferred to simply relax and let him do all the
touching and kissing. Mulder wouldn't have wanted a
wife who was always so passive, but he enjoyed these
rare interludes as a nice change of pace from their
This particular position - both of them lying on their
sides, her back to his chest - had always been one of
their favorites and it had the added advantage of not
putting any pressure on her abdomen. He stroked her
breasts gently, but was careful not to squeeze and
mold them the way he'd done in her pre-pregnancy days.
Then he slipped his hand slowly down her belly. He
felt the baby kick and his arousal instantly racheted
up a notch. He'd read in some of the brochures Scully
had brought home from the doctors offfice that some
men lost their erection if they felt the baby move
during lovemaking. He wondered if it was just one more
indication of his "Spooky" nature that feeling
child inside her womb turned him on even more.
Mulder kissed her neck as he gently began to caress
her sex. "You taste so good, Scully. Like seawater
the essence of womanhood. And you feel so good. So
warm, so wet, so open."
"Mmm!" she murmured, her voice a pleasant
arousal and relaxation.
He lifted one leg up over both of his and slid into
her. The movement caused the hammock to sway and
Mulder grinned. He began thrusting slowly, caressing
her with his hand from the opposite angle. After
several long, pleasurable moments she clenched around
him and sighed with pleasure. He joined her almost
immediately. They fell asleep like that, still joined,
lulled by the rhythm of the hammock and the sound of
Sometime before dawn, Scully was awakened by what had
become a nightly ritual for her in the past few weeks.
She slid out of Mulder's embrace and tried not to wake
him, but had to grab onto his broad shoulder for
balance as the hammock swayed precariously when she
tried to stand up. "Scully? Where you going?"
asked, instantly awake.
She made a sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh.
"Bathroom, of course. Like I always have to do
this time of night."
"Why don't I come in, too, and we'll sleep the rest
the night in a bed? I wouldn't want us providing a
free show if any early-risers are strolling along this
stretch of beach."
"Sounds good," she agreed.
slept together for another hour or two, then
Mulder woke up as dawn flooded the room. He felt
restless and decided to go for his usual morning jog
down the beach. When he returned, sweaty and intent on
stepping into the shower, he was instead sidetracked by
the sight of Scully on the bed.
After using the bathroom several hours earlier, she
had removed her dress and now lay naked on the bed.
Her legs were spread open and a faint smile was on her
face, but he could tell from her even breathing that she
was still asleep. Mulder pulled off his clothes and
lowered his mouth to the juncture of her thighs.
Scully began to awaken slowly. Something was brushing
against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mulder,
she realized instinctively. But she still wasn't quite
sure. . .she often woke up with his thigh wedged between
hers or his hand stroking her gently but this was
different. She moved her leg and figured it out. His
face. Rubbing gently against her thighs, his breath
coming in soft puffs, teasing but not quite touching her
"Mmm!" she said softly, stroking her legs
stubble-covered jaw, "you didn't shave yet."
"Want me to?" he asked.
"No, it feels heavenly."
Mulder began to lick and suck at her, keeping at it
'til she climaxed. Then he climbed up her body to her
mouth for a good morning kiss of another kind.
"Come on in, Fox," she whispered when they
"This position okay, Dana?" he asked, hovering
"Just keep it shallow and we should be okay. I'll
you know if we need to switch."
penetrated her wet depths just with the tip of
his cock, keeping his weight squarely on his hands and
knees to avoid putting to much pressure on her. He stroked
in and out with slow, shallow thrusts
eventually coming with a groan of her name.
"Ooh! Twice in barely seven hours. I'm
Mulder glanced over at the clock. It was exactly the
same time as it had been when he came in from his jog
the previous morning.