Author: Angela W.
Summary: Mulder and
Scully become parents.
Sometime after the seventh season,
but no real spoilers for any specific episodes. In my
series of "married" fanfics, this one comes
characters do not belong to me.
They are the property of Chris Carter and 1013
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Special Agent Wayne Allen walked quickly through the
halls of F.B.I. headquarters. It was great to be back
here. If the interview went well, he'd be out of Omaha and
back at headquarters permanently. He knew that working on
a task force headed by Spooky Mulder was a calculated
risk, but he figured once he was back at headquarters, he
could maybe make some sort of lateral transfer.
Allen rounded the corner to the corridor where the
task force on serial killers was headquartered, and
came face to face with a person from the past.
"Dana?" he asked, amazed. "Dana
"Yes," agreed the petite redheaded woman. She
crinkled her brow, as if he were familiar but she couldn't
quite remember his name.
"It's me, Wayne. Wayne Allen. We went through the
academy together, remember? My God, you're pregnant!"
"Oh. Yes, Allen, I remember you now." Scully was
confused at the man's obvious astonishment that she
was expecting a child. Granted, she herself had been
pretty darn astonished when the pregnancy test came
back positive, but her fertility problems hadn't been
common knowledge. And, yes, she was a bit old to be a
first-time mother, but in Washington, D.C. it wasn't
unheard of for career women to wait until they were
over 35 to begin a family.
Allen shook his head in slow astonishment. "You were
always the bureau's ice queen! I'd like to meet the
man with balls enough to knock *YOU* up!"
Before Scully could answer, a deep, quiet voice from
behind Allen said, "Turn around."
Without conscious thought, Allen obeyed. He found
himself looking up into the eyes of a tall,
dark-haired man of about forty. "I'm Dana's
the man said. "And you are. . .?"
"I'm Special Agent Wayne Allen. I'm here for an
interview with Fox Mulder, the Special Agent in Charge of
the task force on serial killers.'
The man nodded. "This is my office, right here,"
said, reaching past Allen to unlock the door all three
agents were standing in front of. "Go on in, have a
seat. I need to talk with Dana for a moment, then I'll be
right with you." Turning to his wife, he asked,
"What did the doctor say?"
"She says everything is going fine," Scully
with a smile. "Mulder, you're amazing, you know
"Why?" he asked, clearly perplexed.
"Because 99 men out of a hundred would have said
"Dana's *MY* wife," not "I'm Dana's
husband". It was
nice of you to phrase it that way."
"Hey, I've got no problem with being known around the
bureau as "Mister Doctor Scully". I *LIKE* being
"Better than you liked being my partner?" she
with a grin.
"Well, that was nice, too. But, I have to say, this
husband deal comes with certain fringe benefits I
never got when we were just partners!"
"I love you," she said.
"I love you, too. You going home now?"
"Yeah, I think I will. There's really no reason for
me to head back out to Quantico this late in the
"Good. Other than interviewing an agent with a bad
case of foot-in-mouth disease, I don't have much of a
workload this afternoon, so I should be home early,"
he said. Then, heedless of the other agents walking
the corridors, he bent his head and kissed her gently
on the mouth. "Bye, sweetheart. Drive carefully and
get some rest."
"Bye. Have fun with your interview."
Allen walked into the room and sank into a chair. He
had a feeling he'd just kissed any chance of joining
the task force goodbye. And, hell, maybe there was a
*REASON* he belonged stuck out in Omaha for the rest
of his life, rather than hobnobbing with the hotshots
here at headquarters! Because he was belatedly
remembering rumors and gossip he'd heard from other
agents over the years. "Scully's been assigned to
work the X-Files with Agent Mulder; they're calling her
"Mrs. Spooky" now." "Scully was
in the hospital and Mulder never left her bedside."
"Mulder was missing and Scully damn near tore the
bureau apart looking for someone to help her find
him." Any agent with an ounce of investigative skill
might have guessed there was at least a *CHANCE* that
Agent Mulder - his would-be boss - was the father of
Mulder entered the room and looked at the other agent
practically cringing in the chair in front of him.
Despite Allen's rather crude comments in the corridor, the
man actually had a good reputation as an agent with solid
As Mulder sat down, Allen cleared his throat and sat
up straighter. "Look, I want to apologize for what I
said out there in the corridor. It was both
unprofessional and just plain tacky. I was caught by
surprise, but that was no reason for rudeness."
Mulder nodded. The man's apology showed more integrity
than the option of simply pretending the conversation in
the hallway had never happened. Mulder knew he should let
it go at that, but his curiousity got the better of him.
"I accept your apology. But why were you so
Allen shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've apologized.
I didn't mean to insult your wife - or, indirectly,
Mulder gave a small smile. "Well, I suppose I could
take it as a compliment. You were apparently
astonished at my ability, despite the fact that
millions of men manage to impregnate their wives every
Allen sighed. "It's just that, when I knew her -
which was only for a few months and almost a decade ago -
Scully seemed very career-oriented. I wouldn't have been
surprised to come back to headquarters and find out she
was an assistant director or a section chief or something.
Finding out that she's in the last trimester of pregnancy.
. .that just wasn't something I expected."
Mulder nodded, his emotions teetering between
amusement and anger.
Mulder arrived home to the aroma of a homecooked meal.
That was one part of being married that still threw him
for a loop sometimes. Occasionally - especially since
she'd been pregnant - Scully did these absolutely
retro-homemaker type things. More often, they either went
out to eat or cooked dinner together.
"Smells delicious, darling," he said, bending to
"Well, it's almost ready, so go ahead and sit
As they were eating, Scully said, "Fox, there is one
thing the doctor told me that I didn't mention this
"Dana, is something wrong?" Mulder asked, a note
panic in his voice.
"Nothing's wrong, lover," she said quickly, in a
soothing voice. "I'm fine and the baby's fine. But,
just to be on the safe side and make sure we both
*STAY* fine, the doctor wants me to make certain. .
.adjustments. . .in my lifestyle."
"Does she want you to quit work completely?"
inquired. As soon as she found out she was pregnant,
Scully had requested a reassignment to Quantico and a
restricted work week. She currently worked only 25 to
30 hours a week. The plan had been for her to continue
that schedule until a week before her due date, then take
a six-month maternity leave. When her six months were up,
Scully planned to return to part-time employment while her
mother watched the baby.
"No, work's not the problem. But we have to stop. .
mornings later, Mulder asked, "What's on the
Scully smiled. "Baby shower. Don't tell me you
Mulder groaned softly. "I think I deliberately
blocked it off. Why did you ever agree to allow the gunmen
to host a baby shower for us?"
"Frohike wanted to. He was so eager, I thought it
would be rude to tell him no. At least we got them to
agree to do it here rather than at their place."
"Is Langley actually going to leave their lair during
daylight hours? I'm beginning to think he's a vampire
who only comes out at night!"
"They all said they'd be here. Don't worry, Byers
will keep them in line. And my mother will be here.
Although I have to wonder about this mystery guest she
keeps hinting will be coming with her and Aunt
had to admit that, at least in its initial
stages, the baby shower was going better than he would
have believed possible. The gunmen had arrived shortly
after lunch, carrying a decorated cake from a bakery, a
couple of vegetable platters from a deli and a box of
decorations. While Mulder felt putting
pink-and-blue crepe paper "X"s over all their
was perhaps a bit extreme, he had to admit the fellows had
been fairly well-behaved. For them, anyway.
Other than the gunmen, the only guests to arrive so
far were Holly and Kimberly from bureau headquarters
and Ann Palmer, a middle-aged woman who taught out at
Quantico. But Maggie and Aunt Olive should arrive soon and
the festivities could begin. When the doorbell rang,
Mulder wasn't totally surprised to see three figures,
rather than two, hazily outlined through the frosted
glass. Maggie had been hinting about another guest.
As Mulder swung the door open to admit Maggie and
Olive he heard Scully give a squeal behind him.
"Tara??" she demanded.
"Hi, Dana," Tara Scully said as she walked in
kissed her sister-in-law. "I hope you don't mind me
"Tara, I'm thrilled. But all the way from California?
Just for a baby shower?"
Tara smiled and shrugged. "It was Bill's idea,
"You're kidding," Mulder said.
"No," Tara shook her head. "He sort of
feels like. .
.he hasn't been as supportive of your marriage as he
should be. We both felt maybe this would be a way to
mend some fences."
While Mulder was still recovering from the shock of
seeing Tara, another surprise guest arrived. It wasn't
like this one hadn't been invited, but Mulder just hadn't
believed he was the baby shower type.
"Skinner?" Mulder asked.
"Hello, Agent Mulder. Sorry I'm late."
women guests all provided traditional gifts, like
clothing, towels, blankets and a stroller. The
gunmen's gifts had been less bizarre than Mulder
feared, although they tended toward electronics - an
intercom set-up with monitors in the nursery, the
master bedroom and the kitchen, along with a digital
camera that would allow them to take pictures of the
baby and post them to anyone they e-mailed. Scully had
gotten the biggest kick out of Skinner's present
though. It was a large diaper bag monogrammed with an
"So, what are you going to name the baby?"
"Melissa Samantha if it's a girl. William Samuel if
it's a boy," Scully replied.
"Melissa Samantha or William Samuel WHAT?" Holly
"What I mean is, you and your husband have different
last names. What is the baby's last name going to
be?" Holly explained.
Scully laughed. "Mulder, of course. It's funny, I
guess I must be more of a traditionalist that I
realized. While I never considered changing *MY* name
after we got married, I also honestly never even
thought of giving the baby the last name of Scully,
"I think that's probably for the best, dear,"
Scully put in. "Bill already has two boys and now
that Charles has announced his engagement as well, I don't
think we need to rely on you to carry on the Scully family
"I think you better be praying for a boy,"
Langley put in.
"Why?" Scully asked. A son was, actually, what
wanted, while Mulder hoped for a daughter. But what
difference did it make to Langley, of all people?
"Because, since your name will be different from the
baby's, everytime you schedule a doctor's appointment
or something, you'll have to explain your
relationship. And "Melissa Mulder's Mother" is a
"You mean you don't know whether the baby's a boy or
a girl yet?" Byers inquired.
"Nope," Mulder replied. "Since this will
be the only child we'll ever have, Dana wanted it to
be a surprise. So she told the doctor we didn't want
"Wait a minute," Skinner said skeptically.
an unwavering obsession in finding out every detail
about EVERYTHING, Mulder! And you're telling us you've
really been willing to go for nine months without using
available medical knowledge to discover whether your own
child is a son or a daughter?"
"Yeah," Mulder answered with a grin, reaching
entwine Scully's fingers with his. "I've developed a
whole new perspective lately. Sometimes surprises can
weeks later, Scully woke up feeling. . .odd.
She noticed the tremor that seemed to begin in her
back muscles and spread around to her front; an
involuntary muscle spasms that came at infrequent but
regular intervals. She checked the calendar. The first
Sunday in November. Her due date. Probably just some sort
of psychosymatic reaction. She was a doctor; she knew that
few women ever delivered exactly on their due date. In the
case of a first baby, most women went past their due
dates; often by a week, sometimes by as much as two weeks.
So, despite what it felt like, she assured herself that
she was not in labor and went back to sleep.
By early afternoon, Mulder noticed something amiss.
"Dana, are you okay? You've got this kind of. .
.bewildered look on your face. Like you used to when I
asked you to investigate an X-File that was even
weirder than usual."
"Fox, if I tell you something, will you *PROMISE* not
to start acting like Ricky Ricardo in an old "I Love
"You think you're in labor," he stated flatly.
"Maybe. But it could just be a false alarm."
"I'm calling the doctor anyway, Dana. You've come
this far, I'm not risking everything just because you'll
be embarassed if it's not the real thing. If it's not. .
.well, I'm sure we won't be the first couple in history to
make that mistake."
Within moments, Mulder had reached the doctor's
answering service. Because the doctor specialized in
high-risk pregnancies - and Scully's was considered
such, both because she was over the age of 35 and
because she had come close to dying from cancer
several years earlier - the doctor phoned back within
minutes. After speaking to her briefly, Scully turned
"Well, she basically agreed with both of us. Said it
was most likely a false alarm, but given my medical
history, she didn't want to risk an over-the-phone
assurance of that. Wants us to meet her up the
hospital in half an hour, so she can check me out."
"Should I go ahead and grab your bag?" Mulder
"Might as well, just in case. I know we promised to
call my Mom the minute we headed for the hospital, but
let's wait until we know for sure, okay?"
the doctor had checked Scully out, she smiled.
"Well?" Scully asked, fully prepared to be told
home and wait some more.
"I would say, Dr. Scully, you're almost
preternaturally attuned to your own body."
"What does that mean?" Mulder asked.
"It means, Mr. Mulder, that your wife is in the very
early stages of labor. Most women who have never had a
baby before don't even realize the process is
beginning until they're well past this point."
"So I am going to have the baby today?" Scully
The doctor smiled gently. "It's a long process,
honey, and you're just beginning it. Quite possibly, the
baby won't actually be born until sometime early tomorrow
morning. But, yes, you're in labor."
"Mulder, call my Mom," Scully said excitedly.
the doctor's prognosis - and Maggie Scully's
calm assurances that first labors were usually lengthy
affairs - Dana progressed fairly rapidly. By early
evening, she was already almost completely dilated.
"Fox?" Scully murmured as the nurse who was
monitoring her contractions left the room for a moment.
"I'm not as nervous as I thought I'd be. Mostly just
"Dana, after all we've been through over the years -
all the times we've almost lost each other - I can't
be anything BUT excited this time around. You doing
"Yes," she replied, squeezing his hand.
close, stay with me."
contractions increased in frequency and
intensity, Scully began to feel a desire to push. The
nurse told her to hold off, but finally the doctor
gave the okay.
Finally, at exactly 9 p.m. on the first Sunday in
November, Melissa Samantha Mulder came into the world,
weighing six pounds and 12 ounces.
Mulder stared in wonder at his baby daughter. When the
doctor placed her in Scully's arms, he whispered.
"Mmm?" she asked gently, her eyes focused on the
"Remember, all those years when we working the
X-Files, when I'd see - or think I saw - amazing
things like alien space ships and sea monsters and
"Nothing I've ever seen - nothing I ever could see -
would ever be more amazing than this."
Scully lifted her eyes from the baby for a moment, to
gaze at her misty-eyed husband.
"I love you, Mulder."
"I love you, too, Scully. And Melissa. More than I'll
ever be able to express."