Title: Arcadia V: Endnotes! (1/1)

Classification: X, A, H

Rating: R/NC-17?

Spoilers: Arcadia, season six, pilot

Keywords: MSR

Archive: Anywhere just drop me a note. That way I can

visit and feel important. hehe

Summery: My version of missing scenes.

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em I wouldn't need one and the

characters would have more fun. IMHO

Authors Notes: It's been one hell of a ride, but all bad/good

things must come to an end and this is it. This is not near as funny, as the previous four sections, but I hope it meets with everyone's approval. Thank you and goodnight!

ARCADIA V: ENDNOTES (1/1)

In my line of work I've come to realize emotions can manifest themselves in a myriad of ways. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear...love...I *wish* it was *love* that had driven me or even in the very least lust. But I know it wasn't. It was *fear*.

Scully was standing there staring at me, my feet still covered in dirt and probably hundreds of other things I don't want to think about.

"Mulder...I called the local PD and the FBI, they're on the way here...it shouldn't be too long now."

Her voice seemed to lift me from the haze I had fallen into. In three steps I had her by the elbow and was dragging her inside, closing the door, muffling any protest with my lips against hers. My tongue invaded her mouth stroking, plundering. Scully's body was tense; I pulled back my chest heaving, my forehead resting on the cold wood of the door.

I felt her small hand reach up to my cheek, her fingertips following the path of a tear that had escaped without my knowledge or consent. Scully must have sensed a need within me that I, myself, couldn't express in mere words. She gently nuzzled my neck, her lips soft and warm, her hands swiftly journeying to free my erection, my own hands moving just as quickly to divest her of her slacks.

There were no words, not even moaning as I entered her, my eyes locked on hers. My God, Scully! Are you or have you always been so wet? So ready for me to become one with you? I kiss her again, deeply...our breath mingling...quickening. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know we don't have much time, before the authorities arrive on the scene.

My pace increases, I'm pounding into her so hard I'm afraid the door will crack under the pressure. Every thrust is a thought...

I want you...

I need you...

I trust you...

I *love* you...

My climax overtakes me just as the first contraction from Scully's own orgasm descends upon her. I feel such a loss as I slip form within her; we were one, now we are two again. She slips from my arms and heads to the bathroom. I pull my jeans up carefully around my still semi-hard cock, making myself as presentable as possible.

Fear is an emotion I've become very accustomed to over the last six years. Guilt and anger were my intimate friends, but fear...*fear* made its appearance when I acknowledged that Scully was my tether to humanity. Before she entered my life I was standing on the edge, one wrong step and the abyss would have claimed me forever and no one would have noticed.

I have had other lovers, but this was the first time that *fear* became an aphrodisiac to me. Fear and guilt over treating this case so flippantly...and then...Scully had been in danger. She could have been killed by the 'Tulpa' because of my ignorance of the situation.

The unspoken bond between us *still* remains. I know that now. Scully *knew*-she knew without me telling her. Now that we have moved our relationship to a higher more physical level, she knew. I needed to touch her, to feel her surrounding me, accepting *my* flesh into hers. I needed to experience *her* life and offer her everything I have to give.

It's almost surreal that *this* case which could have further distanced us *is* the one that made us come together in more ways than one. I'm sure things won't be easy for us...nothing between the two of us has *ever* been, so I'm not expecting miracles.

Scully is walking towards me. I see my grandmother's rings glittering as she casually smoothes her hair down.

My grandmother was wise, she was right. I *knew* the day I placed the rings on Scully's finger. Maybe I have always known. How *do* I tell her that I want her to *keep* that ring on her finger? That I want everyone to know that she *is* mine. Yet it can never be...I wish there was a way...

* * * * *

Well the case is over, Mulder and I have one final night in this house where we discovered each other. I am saddened yet I am not *this* is not the life I want and I'm discovering it's not what I need. What I *need* Mulder gave to me last night...

After the police and the FBI personnel left Mulder and I found ourselves on the couch, big surprise huh. I straddled his firm buttocks giving him a massage before he leaned back into me. I kept playing with his hair, feeling the silky strands under my fingertips. We didn't make love. We didn't have sex. We didn't fuck. We comforted, we soothed...we talked.

I held him until he grabbed my left hand, running his thumbs over the rings still there.

"Mulder...tell me about the rings?" I softly ask.

"Scully...how?" He tilts his head up looking in my eyes.

"Mulder, I've been in your safe before. *And* Skinner contacted me demanding to know *why* you didn't get any rings from the evidence room."

Mulder tries to move away, but I stop him, my voice in his ear.

"I told him we got cheap rings at K-Mart it wasn't a big deal."

Mulder chuckles lightly.

"Tell me...Mulder..." I implore.

"They were my grandparents, the Mulders. Scully until I met you...my grandmother was the *only* person who *trusted* me, who cared and loved me unconditionally," he paused putting a finger to my lips, keeping me from speaking.

"I love you, Scully...I don't expect you to tell me you feel the same. Because I *know* you do...this case, this house, brought you *to* me." He kisses my hand gently.

"I don't want you to take these rings off..." His voice has dropped to a whisper, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "It has taken most of my life, but those rings have finally found where they belong..."

Tears are threatening to spill from my own eyes as well.

"Scully? I *need* to know something. When the day comes that you can say the words...when you can tell me you feel the same about me as I do you. Will you accept these rings...forever?"

I take a breath my voice is low.

"Mulder...I *want* to say yes, but...many things and *people* have and will come between us...I mean we just got the X Files back."

"So was this just a one time thing, Scully?" He asks angrily.

I let him go he turns to face me.

"No, no Mulder I don't regret this and I *don't* want to go back. But we *still* have things to do, we *still* need to find Samantha...Mulder? We live with danger everyday of our lives... either one of us could be killed tomorrow."

The pain is evident in his face I know he is thinking about New York, about not being there. I put my finger under his chin, forcing him to look in my eyes.

"Mulder *I* don't need anymore time. As far as I'm concerned...

*forever* began the minute I walked in the door and set eyes on the "FBI's Most Unwanted."

Mulder's crying openly now, I pull him closer, my fingers swiping at the tears coursing down his cheeks.

"I love *you*, Fox Mulder..." I tell him, ending with a kiss that seems to go on and on...

* * * * *

We decided that we will wear *our* rings in private...for now. Hopefully someday we can let the world know of our secret commitment. Mulder and I spent the following day in San Diego.

I did the autopsy on Mr. Gogolak and Mulder went shopping. He said he had something special planned for our final night in the house.

Around Midnight Mulder handed me a dress...a stretchy *black mini dress* with a scooped neckline.

"No underwear, Scully...none at all," he told me, adding a leer.

So there I am. Black dress on, standing out at the edge of *our* driveway watching Mulder run down the street. He stopped at every mailbox, but I couldn't make out what he was doing. He made his way back up the street in a similar manner.

Popping the hatch of the mini-van Mulder deposits me inside before climbing in and closing the door. Next thing I know is he is on his back and pulling the cargo cover over us. Mulder then maneuvers me over him.

Yep, there we are, two thirty something adults performing fellatio on each other in a bureau mini-van parked in the driveway of a house where we were undercover. And enjoying it immensely.

I want to laugh I really do, but my mouth is otherwise engaged, my oh my *what* would the neighbors think? I've lost track of the number of orgasms Mulder has subjected me to...God will I ever get enough of this man.

"Scully! Stop!"

Mulder shoves my body around, even in this tight space he manages to get me just where he wants me. I slide slowly down onto him as he pulls at the neckline of my dress, freeing my breasts to his hands and mouth...

* * * * *

"You ready to go, Scully?" Mulder asks, halting my daydreams.

"Yeah-let's go, Mulder."

We head out to the mini-van; I laugh as Mulder tries to straighten the mailbox. Getting in he turns to me;

"Make sure you take a *good* look at what we're leaving behind." He states with a toothy grin. Uh-oh.

Mulder pulls out heading down the street, do I *really* want to look back? Or is it better not knowing?

"Mulder!" I exclaim, before I start to laugh so hard I can't catch my breath. I can't believe it...

"I *just* wanted to leave them something to remember us by..."

I continue laughing, Mulder joins me, it is a good feeling us sharing a laugh. I look once again to see a neon green letter X spray painted on each and every mailbox...

The END (Totally)

Endnotes: Thanks again. The lights dim...and Elvis has left the building. Goodnight.