WISH UPON A STAR II- YOUR HEART'S DESIRE
AUTHOR: Kathy
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SPOILER WARNING: EMILY, minor reference to HOST 
RATING: PG-13; R for 1 section 
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully go on vacation to LA...
DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to CHRIS CARTER, 
TEN THIRTEEN PRODUCTIONS, and FOX TELEVISION... Hotels and other establishments referred to
are meant only for realistic value, I am in no way discrediting or slandering... so please
don't sue me!


WISH UPON A STAR 2 : YOUR HEART'S DESIRE
(3/3)

UCLA MEDICAL CENTER
10:05PM


"Is the patient awake yet?"  Mulder walked in to Scully's hospital
room.  The inguries were not severe, <Thank GOD! > but they
were keeping her over night, just in case.  Mulder on the
other hand was fit as a fiddle.

"Mulder, I was so scared when...they wouldn't tell me where you were."

"I'm sorry, I..uh.. went to get you these." Mulder pulled from behind
his back the most exquiste boquet of red roses she had ever seen.

"Oh, Mulder... they're beautiful!"

"A promise is a promise."

Scully gushed over her gift.  "I don't deserve you."

"Well that's certainly a debatable issue."

She swatted him on the shoulder playfully.  

"I wish we could just go back to the hotel, Mulder.  I feel fine."

"It's only one night then, back to fun in the California sun!"
Mulder leaned over and gave her a little kiss.

"Thank you Mulder."

"You think that's all I have up my sleeve, huh?  Wait
here."

Scully was by now laughing at Mulder's jovial attitude, "And, where
pray tell would I go?"

"Be right back."  

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10 Minutes Later...

Mulder was trying to force his way through the door with what 
looked like... a cart of food?

"Mulder," Scully giggled, "What are doing?"

"What is it look like..."

Finally, a nurse came to help him with the door.  "Now,
remember what I said no candles..."

"Yeah, yeah I know.  Thanks again."

The nurse smiled, thinking how romantic this man was, that was why
she'd helped him.  Normally she wouldn't have stood for such 
shenanigans, but this was different... this was special.
She could tell.  She quietly closed the door behind herself to
leave them alone.

"Mulder, this is... you've done it again."

"This is to make up for the fight we had earlier, Scully."
Mulder said sitting on the corner of the bed.

"Well if this is what I get after a fight now, I think
I'll start to pick a couple a day."

"Don't you do that already?" She poked him softly in the
ribs.

"Sorry, sorry..."

"So what's for dinner?"

Mulder extracted himself from the bed excitedly, venturing 
toward the tray.  He wheeled it closer, making sure that 
she could see everything.  "TA DA!!"

"Barbecue ribs?"

Mulder blushed, dipping his eyes for a moment, then shyly
raising them to meet her own.  "Uh, yeah...I uh, looked
all over town for just the right thing... I wanted it
to be..." he cleared his throat.  "...to be romantic.  I 
was gonna get you Italian... but I was driving by
Tony Roma's and I had this... well a flashback to when,
we were in Wisconsin and I took you to that little rib
joint..."

"I remember, Mulder... that was very sweet of you."

Seemingly recovered from his embarrassment, be continued on.  
"But you didn't see the onion rings Scully, a full loaf! "
He could feel his mouth beginning to water.  And of course..."
He pulled out a bottle a champagne bottle.  "I know you
can't drink champagne, right now, Scully so I got you
the next best thing...apple cider!"

"Mulder you're too much."

"Don't you like it?"

Scully moved the flowers she'd still been clutching to her left side,
and rubbed her hand on a little spot to her right, telling him
with her eyes that she wanted him next to her.  He lowered himself
down into said spot, causing the weight of the bed to slightly
shift.  "I love it, Mulder."  She pulled his head down
to meet hers, stealing a passion felt kiss from his lips.

"You got any ginger ale in that bucket of yours?" she whispered
as their lips finally separated.

"As a matter of fact..." he mumbled.

"MMmmm!" For that she kissed him even longer and harder.

Taking a much need, but less desired breath of air, Mulder turned
to the window and stared for a moment.

Scully did the same.  "Can't see many stars around here."

"No, but I can still see a few..."  He stood up and walked over to the
window.  "Did you ever make a wish upon a star, Scully?"

"Yeah, almost every night when I was about eight years old... Did you?"

"After Sam was taken... I lost my faith in wishes... but when you 
were gone, when Duane Barry left you in that field.  I wished on
every star in the sky that night that you'd come back to me."

"And, it worked," she whispered.

He smiled and turned, "Let's make a wish... can you see anything
from there?"  She nodded in affirmation.

He returned to her side and held her hand... Scully began...
"Star light, star bright..." and Mulder joined in as they each
made their wishes in silence.

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1:01AM
SCULLY'S HOSPITAL ROOM

Mulder had charmed himself once again into the graces of the next on
duty nurses.  He would be allowed to stay if he was quiet and stayed in
Scully's room.  He definitely didn't see a problem with that.

So after dinner and a lot of touching and kissing and loving, Mulder 
insisted that Scully get her rest.  

Resting with his head against the wall and his chair facing parallel to 
Scully's bed, he tried to catch a few Z's himself.  And, it had
actually been working for about twenty minutes...

"Mr. Mulder...  Mr. Mulder..." jumping slightly at the voice he
thought he'd heard, Mulder squinted in the partial darkness of the
room.

<What?  Am I dreaming still?  No, this wasn't a dream, he was in 
the hospital...he was there watching over...>

"Mr. Mulder, I've come to help you."

<That can't be him. > Mulder swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry... 
"Who are you?"

"You know who I am, Mr. Mulder. "  Mulder stood up and in front of
Scully's bed, prepared to protect her.  

The unknown intruder slowly stepped into the light, beaming from the 
window.

"You're supposed to be dead...I saw you..."

"Not everything's as it seems."

"What do you want?"

"I have a proposition for you... would you care to step outside for
a moment."

Mulder turned to look at Scully.  The agony in his expression, was
more than evident.  The old gentleman slowly approached him laying
a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.  "She'll be alright."

Mulder nodded slowly, before reaching for Scully's hand and squeezing
it gently.  He had to lean down to reassure her (was it himself?), 
even though he knew she couldn't hear him, "I'll be right outside, okay?"
He reluctantly released her hand, and followed the man he knew
as the Well Manicured Man out into the hallway.

"What is this about?  And how did you know we were here?"

"There are eyes and ears everywhere, but none of that matters at 
the moment."

"Why are you here?"

"I've come to offer you a proposition."

"I've heard this song a dance before, I don't need this."  Mulder prepared 
to re-enter the room... 

"Wait!" the old man whispered with harsh command.

"Why should I?"

"I did not go through all of this trouble to have you ignore me."

"What do you mean all this trouble?"

"Did you do this?! Did you hurt Scully?!  She could've been killed!!"

"Lower you're voice, please.  I had no intention of hurting either 
Agent Scully or you.  She's only being forced to stay over night, 
because that is how I have arranged it.  She has nothing more than
a bruise and a few minor cuts."

"I don't like being toyed with, and I don't like to see Scully hurt
at all I don't care if it's just a *little* cut!"

"Please calm down, and listen to me."

"Fine."

"There is a girl... a child.  We've decided to make a trade."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The child is Agent Scully's daughter."

Mulder's mouth dropped open, the words he wanted to speak, failed to
come through.

"She is not like the other... she is like many, but no one is like
her."  He paused for a significant amount of time.

"I'm waiting..."

"The child you and Agent Scully knew as Emily was an alien human hybrid
as you know..."  Mulder nodded his head impatiently, bating him to 
continue. "She was one of many...cloned, but she was not the original."

"What are you saying?"

"The real girl, she is one hundred percent human... created with 
Miss Scully's ova along with another man's sperm... She has been used
since birth as one of many test subjects..."

"For the black oil?"

"Among other things, yes."

"You sick bastards..."Mulder whispered, agonizingly playing the possible
images of what they had done to Scully's child.  Clearing his mind
and his throat in succession, he asked, "You said you had a deal."

"Yes, the deal that my associates, who are now few and far 
between after the recent "massacre", the deal they propose is
we give you and Miss Scully back her daughter, and you give
up the X-Files."

For Mulder this was a no brainer, he had to give Scully what she
thought was lost forever. But, the sadness covered him like
a blanket of lost hope..."And my search for Samantha..."

"What they want is time... discretion, so they can overcome...We
are that close, Mr. Mulder."

"And I'm in the way..."

"That's what they think..."

"But?"

"But, I know you Mr. Mulder you are an asset to us all... I can help
you to have your cake and eat it too, so to speak."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You have no choice... You and Agent Scully will have your choice
of field offices in which you may transfer.  You make choose any
department, with in reason, in which to work.  Or you may choose
the more lucrative alternative, drive away.. go and once you
get to where you are going, I will find you."

"And how can I have my cake and eat it too?" Mulder spat sarcastically.

"I will allow you access to much more information than you've been
ever been privileged.  I will also, contact you from time to time with
more, I expect you to be who your father wanted you to be.  But, you 
must most of all be discreet, and I promise to keep Miss Scully and 
the child safe.  You must go underground with this.  Understand?
There is no other way."

"How can you promise that they'll stay safe?"

"My power has grown exceedingly in the recent months, all I want
is for mankind to prevail.  Resistance is anything, but futile."

"Where is the girl?"

"Somewhere safe."

"How do I know she's not another clone?"

"You'll know."  Mulder stared at the man in disbelief.  How
could he not be dead?  Is this really happening?  Could Scully
finally find her chance to be completely happy?

"When do we see her?"

"I will bring her to you tomorrow night..."  The man went on 
for the next twenty minutes, going over everything he 
could about the details of their plan and about the little girl
herself.  Where she'd been, how she'd been raised.  Her lack of much
social interaction, but all and all, a pretty normal healthy
little girl.  

All Mulder could think of was that his wish for Scully had
actually come true.

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CENTURY PLAZA HOTEL
Suite 607
12:15PM

Back to the relaxing confines of their hotel room, the two FBI 
agents had spoken little to each other since their romantic
interlude on the previous night.  This had nothing to do with
tension and there hadn't been another fight.  It was just that
Mulder was afraid to talk.  He didn't know how or when he 
should tell Scully about this so-called 'deal'. It helped
that Scully seemed too tired on the ride back from the
hospital to do much talking.

Now she was relaxing gratefully in the whirlpool hot tub in
her bathroom.

Mulder had collapsed on her bed, head squeezed between his hands,
as soon as she disappeared into the bathroom.

<What the hell am I gonna do?  How do I tell her this?  Mulder,
you know this is supposed to be a good thing... it'll make
her happy... >

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12:42PM

Scully emerged from the steamy mist of the bathroom and into the
semi-cool air of her room.  She tied the belt of the white
terry cloth robe, the hotel had provided, tightly.

Mulder was sprawled over her bed, head practically hanging off the
side.  <Poor thing I don't think he's slept since before we
left for Disneyland... >

She walked over to him, stopping for a moment to stare down at his 
face.  <I'm so lucky... >

She kneeled down and brushed her finger across his forehead, then down
his cheek.  "Mulder...?  Mulder?"

"Hmm??"

"Turn over...put your head on the pillow."

"Hmm?"

"The pillow..." She nudged him for a while, until he subconsciously
got the hint and cooperated.

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WARNING... SEXUAL THEMES... Wouldn't call it an NC-17 scene, but
it is defanitely an R!!

3:07PM

"Whatcha watchin'" the sleepy voice came almost parallel to the kiss
she received below her earlobe.

"Mmm...I thought you were asleep."

"Why would I do that when I could be out here with you?"  He came 
around the side of the couch and slid in next to her on the sofa.
She climbed up into his lap and sighed a deep contented sigh.

<Oh God, I feel so damn guilty... I have to tell her... >

Scully began nuzzling his neck, rubbing her nose against the
warm base of his throat.

<I have to.... > "Uhhhh..."  She began nibbling and licking
him right beneath his earlobe.

She straddled him and took his face in her hands.  He was
falling under her spell... falling into her eyes...

"Dana..." he whispered.  She parted her lips in preparation
for the kiss she was ready to inflict.  Oh and what a kiss
that was.  If they thought they felt fire works before,
this was an explosion!  

Scully pressed her pelvis into his, causing them both to moan
into each other's mouths.  Her hands were in his hair
massaging, caressing.  He held her to him never wanting
to let go.  He dipped his head to her neck this time,
licking and nipping at it from behind.  

Suddenly he stopped, tensing.

"Mulder, what is it what's wrong?"

"This isn't how I pictured... Scully we can't... "

"Yes we can, Mulder... you've given me everything romantically
possible, except one thing..." she said her voice
dropping to a husky whisper.

She felt him growing harder beneath her.  "I thought you'd see
it my way..." she teased.

"I love you, Scully."

"I love you too, Mulder..." she mumbled upon his lips, then planting
a big sloppy kiss in its place.  

Sitting up she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head.  Revealing
a simple satin navy blue bra.  Mulder's breath was increasing rapidly.

"You wanna take it off or shall, I?"

"Uh...you do it... I wanna see you do it..."

"Beautiful..." he sighed, as he felt the tears erupting beneath
his eyelids.  "So... damn, beautiful."  In a moment his hands
were filled with ecstacy.

And with that tiny piece of fabric discarded, crumbled the remaining 
emotional wall that stood between Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.
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SEE THAT WASN'T SO BAD-K, BACK TO PG-13
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6:38PM

Scully stirred in the already awakened Mulder's protective embrace.
"Mmmm..." she snuggled up closer to him, grinning from ear to ear.

"You awake, baby?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Good."

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for makin' my wish come true."

He felt his heart swell... this beautiful incredible woman, actually
loved him.  <I was her wish? >  He caressed her bare back
with gentle soothing motions.  

<Here it comes the moment of truth... >  He barely had
an hour left.

"So... you wanna go for number four?"  she chuckled.

He was silent a bit longer than she thought acceptable.
<I know it can't be the sex...I've never heard him scream that
loud before... So, it couldn't be that... maybe he's
just having plain old second thoughts about us. >

Scully's heart was suddenly gripped with panic...

"Mulder?" she asked shakily.  "What's wrong?  Are you having
second thoughts about us?"

"Oh my God, no.  How could you think something like that,
sweet heart?  I love you more than anything."
He gathered her close and planted a kiss on the top
of her head.

"Then, what is it Mulder?  I know something is wrong."

"Well, I wouldn't call it wrong per se... but there's
something I need to tell you..."

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7:52PM
RANCHO PARK

Mulder and Scully 'rounded the corner of the recreation building, and 
slowly approached the well-lit playground.

Scully gasped harshly, "Is that her?  Oh, God, Mulder, I don't know if
I can do this..."  She's really here alive playing on a slide in a 
park, looking as happy and healthy as any normal child.  She turned 
her back toward the sight before her. It was almost like seeing a 
ghost, images of this child had plagued her dreams for more than 
a year now.    But, she knew she had to go to her, she was hers to 
love and to most of all *protect*.

Mulder had wrapped his arm snuggly around her...and waited, letting
her clear her head for a moment.  

"I'm okay..."

"You sure?"

She nodded solemnly.  "Let's go get my daughter."  Mulder slid
his hand down her arm, grasping her fingers and giving the a 
light squeeze.  

Hand in hand, they walked toward the seemingly blissful scene 
of childlike innocence.  

"Mr. Mulder."  The man stood to meet them, "Miss Scully."

"Can... can I? Um..." 

"Yes of course..." the Englishman gestured toward the playground.

"I'll be right here..."  At that Scully stopped cold.  "You..you're
not coming?"

Mulder simply shook is head and let go over her hand.  "Go,"
he whispered.

"Mulder?" 

"It's okay."

Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to the child, whom
had now decided the swings were ready for her assault.

Scully made her way through the sandbox, the warm wind blowing
through her hair.  She noticed as the distance grew shorter,
the girl slowed her swinging.  By the time she had reached
her she'd come to a complete stop.  Up close she could see that
the child looked somewhat different than the Emily she had known.
Her hair was slightly darker, but still blonde, and it was a little 
longer, she had it tied back in a little ponytail. And, of course
she was a little taller, she was a year older than the child she'd
known.  

Looking up into Scully's face, the little girl eyes grew wide.

She looked almost frightened, but it wasn't that... she looked
almost like... she was in pain.  Scully said the only thing
that she could think of, "It's okay, I won't hurt you..."
A heart was pounding fiercely..."It's okay..."

The girl climbed off of the swing and took the tiniest
of steps toward her.  "Mommy?" she whispered.

"Oh God!"  She fell to her knees and threw her arms around the 
girl.  "Yes, baby...it's me, it's Mommy."  

"I knew you'd come."

"Oh, Emily."

"Alexandra."  Scully pulled back so she could hear what she
said more clearly.

"What?" she emplored.

"My name is Alexandra."

"Oh, it is. Is it?  Well, I guess there're a lot of things we
have to learn about each other aren't there?"

The little girl nodded happily.

"I've never seen her that happy."  The old gentleman commented
with slight emotion in his voice.

"Well, she's home now."

"Yes... yes, indeed."

They watched a few minutes longer.  Scully was now 
pushing her daughter on her swing.  "Higher..." the girl
giggled.

"I'm taking them out of the city."

"You've decided to disappear?"

"Only for a few months, six at the most... They'll need time...  
It will be hard, but I want them to become a family... I want
*us* to become a family."  Mulder took a deep breath, and continued,
conviction heavy in his throat. "We will be a family... Then
we'll come back here to Los Angeles.  I want to marry Scully,
if she'll have me.  I want to start over, I want to make her
happy.  I think she likes it here.  It's away, but not...and...
well, it's a change."

"I take it you want the LA field office, then."

"I haven't decided, Scully can stay with the FBI if that's what
she wants, but I haven't... I'll have to think about it.

"Very well, Mr. Mulder.  Here is a number in which I can be
reached at anytime, night or day."  Mulder took the card
a placed in his pocket.

"I'll leave you to your new family."  His mysterious ally began to 
walk away.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"You promise they'll be safe?  Even if I continue my search for
Samantha?"

"I always keep my word, Mr. Mulder.  I expect you to do the same."

And in an instant he was gone.   Back into the shadows in 
which he came.

Mulder looked up into the dark night, and thank whatever God
was out there, for the little slice of heaven he had been 
so graciously given.

"Mulder!  Get over here!" Scully said happiness pouring
out of every syllable she uttered.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said in his best country western twang.

And they were one.


THE END




EPILOGUE:

SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA
Almost 2 years later...

"Daddy, can we go back to the Grand Canyon, again?" the bouncing
six year old pleaded in pure excitement of her newly formed plan.
Then she stopped to look into her father's face...she'd learned 
the wounded puppy look from the master.

"How about as soon as school gets out?"   

"Whoopee!!."

"Mulder..."

"How could I resist that face?"

The little girl smiled in triumph and ran off happily towards her
newly decorated little girl's paradise of a bedroom.

"You're gonna spoil her rotten, ya know?"

"That's my job isn't it?"

"I thought that was her grandmother's job."

"Well, there's always room for two..."  He said grabbing her
hand and pulling her into his lap.

"Three, you forgot Samantha."

"Yeah, but she lives all the way in Oregon."

"I guess there's no hope for you, Fox Mulder."

"Oh yeah *Mrs.* Fox Mulder?  We'll just see about that."
And the tickle war began.

"Oh, no... stop Mulder!!  FOOOOX!!  STOP IT!"

"What's all that noise?!" Came a little demand from the
top of the staircase.

"MUUULLLDERRR!!"

"Just teachin' your mother a lesson."  

The little girl ran down the stairs to join the battle...

And they laughed the night away... and every night
there after.

END OF EPILOUGE


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