Title: Mr. & Mrs. Spooky
Author: Heather Horn
Spoilers: "Fight the Future"
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst
Summary: Scully saves Mulder from a bomb-infested soda machine and Mulder returns this favour graciously. Read on!
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At first, I thought Mulder was just kidding with me to get back at me for the incident on the roof. But when I saw the filling in the keyhole of the door, I knew it was no joke. You have no idea how many thoughts ran through my head in those fourteen minutes. In fourteen short minutes, a five-year relationship would be lost forever if I couldn't help it. A match made in Heaven, if I may say so myself. Mulder had talked about loosing time before, but five years? It was such a devastating, justifying loss that I couldn't bare to face. What if I couldn't get to Mulder in time? He had saved me so many times, and now I was letting him die?
No.
If Mulder died, I died too.
No matter how rational and reasonable I had been the past five years, I would not budge. I met my bossy side and directed the dumbfounded bomb squad to the correct building. They were about to blow out the door, but then Special Agent in Charge Michaud stopped them.
"Don't!" He cried. "Anything could set that bomb off. Let's get out of here."
I stepped forward in shock and slapped the SAC, hoping it would knock some sense into him.
Sure, maybe I would loose my job because of my actions, but at least I wouldn't loose my love.
Before anyone had the chance to react, I pulled my gun.
"Nobody move! Now listen to me! There is a man locked in that room with bomb. A man that has saved me more times than I could ever count. A man who has fed faith into me when I needed it most." I screamed. "A man that I love. Now, maybe opening that door will set the bomb off, but you're going to try it, because if you don't you'll all die anyway!" I took my gun off safety, making sure that the men had their hands against the wall. Then I pointed the gun at SAC Michaud. "Do it!" I cried. "NOW!" Shaking his head, he slowly blew open the door and Mulder ran out of the room, only fifty-five seconds remaining on the timer. Everyone fled the building and ran until we were out of the one-mile radius. At the exact moment that the bomb went off, Mulder pulled me into a tight hug, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I love you too, Scully." Mulder managed to choke out between sobs.
I looked up at Mulder in shock. He had heard me! My face flushed at deep pink and I looked down at my feet, my smile a thin, red line. I looked into Mulder's eyes, and I was sure that he was going to kiss me. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Assistant Director Skinner approaching, with Michaud right behind him. Mulder and I immediately straightened up.
"God," I thought. "I am so dead. I am so, so dead." But deep down, I knew that I done the right thing. If I hadn't Mulder would be so, so dead right now.
"Agent Scully," Skinner began in his icy, unfriendly voice. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Sir, I can explain - " I began, not sure that I could.
"No, Agent Scully." Skinner interrupted me. "There's nothing to explain. I want you out of the bureau. Immediately." I felt the tears sting my eyes as I nodded and ran off to catch a cab. As I ran, I heard Mulder's raving at Skinner drifting away into the sounds of a devastated city.
The next morning, I was back in D.C. Out of a job; I had nothing to do but sit on the couch with a pint of Rocky Rode, catching up on my soap operas. Somewhere during "Days of Our Lives", there was a knock at the door. I didn't even look through the peephole. I already knew it was Mulder. He always knocks in this certain tone.
"Hi," He began. "I just got back from Dallas. I'm gonna get you back to the bureau, Scully."
"Mulder, you don't have to do this. It's okay. I'm a medical doctor. I'm sure that I'll find something somewhere."
"Yes, Scully, I do need to do this. I want to do this. You just lost your job so that you could save my life. Scully, when I was sitting in the vending room next to that bomb, thinking that I may never see you again - it was the worst fourteen minutes of my life. But then you said that you loved me. And I just got this remarkable feeling, this tingle all over, that everything was going to be alright."
I took Mulder into my arms. Now we were alone. Now it was okay to let our feelings free. I pulled down his head and kissed his forehead. Never had we both been so vulnerable. Mulder ran his fingers through my hair and then stopped as we caught each other's eyes, starring passionately for a long moment, seeing nothing but Mulder. If aliens choose that moment to invade Earth, I don't think it would matter. Mulder's lips came towards mine, breaking the stare. I could feel him breathing nervously on my cool cheeks. Our lips weren't even a fraction of an inch apart.
Then Mulder's phone rang.
Mulder picked up his phone and began talking. I turned away, telling myself not to turn on the waterworks. I was hurt. A single phone call was more important to Mulder than I was? A moment later though, when Mulder hung up the phone, all was forgiven.
"You got your job back, Scully!" Mulder exclaimed excitedly.
"You're kidding!" I cried. "Oh, Mulder, I love you! How ever did you manage?"
"I was able to prove that SAC Michaud wanted the bomb to go off. He's the one being kicked out of the FBI now. You've just have a two-week suspension, at the same time when I will be taking a long-awaited two-week vacation in Hawaii. What do you say, Scully? You and me."
"I think it's remotely plausible." I said, trying not to show how utterly thrilled I was. That sure did last long. "Oh, Mulder, I think that's so romantic!" I threw myself into his arms.
"Good," Mulder smiled. "Because we leave tomorrow." Mulder left then to let me pack. I went into my bedroom singing, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow, you're only a day away!" under my breath, kicking up my heels. I opened my closet and began pulling out what I brought on most trips: white blouses and business suits. I must of been half packed by the time that I realised I was going on vacation with my lover, not going on a business trip with my partner. I grabbed my Visa and had myself a shopping spree. Three new sun dresses, a pair of capris, a couple pairs of short-shorts, some spaghetti-straps, and an itsy bitsy bikini.
Twenty-four hours later, I was in paradise. Mulder and I explored the beaches, the volcanoes, the lauis, the hotel room. That night, Mulder and I were messing around on the bed. We began slowly undressing each other, but as much as I hated it to end, I had to stop Mulder.
"Oh, Oh, Oh!" I moaned, pleasured. "Wait, Mulder, wait, I can't do this."
Mulder stopped immediately. He looked hurt, but he respected me and I know he would never hurt me.
"Mulder, I'm a virgin." I said, sort of mumbling the last part. Mulder nodded, and I knew he understood. We went back to just kissing, but I soon saw that gleam of an idea brewing in his eyes. Mulder pulled away from my lips, shortly kissing them again rolling off the bed onto the floor and posing on one knee. What he asked next would stop my heart.
"Dana Katherine Scully, will you marry me?"
"Yes." I said coyly.
Mulder stood up and helped me to my feet. "Come on, let's go!" He said excitedly.
"Go where?" I asked.
"Get married!"
"Now?"
"We'll elope, Scully. We can get married by one of those Buddhist priests, right here, right now!"
"Mulder! Are you crazy?"
"Five years together, Scully, I think you'd realise that I'm pretty persistent by now."
"Mulder, it's not that I would love you. But what will the bureau say?"
"Let's just deal with things one night at time."
"Just like we always have."
"Just like we always will."
So Fox and I were married. I was now Mrs. Dana Mulder. When we got back to D.C., we had a lot of explaining to do. Needless to say, our families were upset that we hadn't had a formal wedding. Fox was staying at my place, and Bill came over and gave Fox a black eye! But the hardest part was yet to come. Fox and I walked into Skinner's office, ready to be fired from the FBI once and for all. We were ready for anything. Love was worth it all.
"Sir," Mulder began.
"Agent Mulder and I were just wed." I finished for my hubby, who seemed unable to speak. We awaited the arrival of the screaming of the assistant director that would ring throughout the entire J. Edgar Hoover building. Instead, Skinner got up from his desk and walk over to us, putting one arm around each of us.
"It's about time." He said. "It's about time."
Then he led us out into the main hallway.
It seemed awfully quiet.
Something was not right.
All of a sudden, agents jumped out from all directions of the room, yelling, "Surprise!"
I looked happily up at my husband, grinning wildly and giggling.
He returned my smile just the same.
Only then did I notice the huge banner hanging on the wall which read, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Spooky!"
There was a long table covered with a cake almost as big as it, not to mention a punch bowl full of iced tea and a big bowl of sunflower seeds.
The party brought back memories for me. For the first time ever, I fit in with Mulder and the other agents at the same time. We had earned the respect of everyone else. At each other's side, we wallowed in the glow of the praise of our friends, sipping from glasses of iced tea until the sun set, driving off in our Ford rent-a-car decked out in tin cans and streamers and a big sign that said, "Just Married".
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"Mr. & Mrs. Spooky" was written by Heather Horn on February 17, 1999
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