Title: Axiom
Author: little Starbuck*
Rating: PG. (some language)
Category: Totally MSR!
Written: May 2001
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Spoilers: Anything up to this point. (Please disregard Essence.)
Distribution: I would be happy to share, please keep my name on it.

Summary: The truth finally comes out, after eight long years.

~*Pleeze Enjoy*~


Axiom: A self-evident or universally recognized truth.

Sunday Night:

Eight years... Eight years, she thought to herself. She'd known him for that long and still hadn't been able to tell him how she truly felt. She'd rehearsed it in front of the mirror, in her head, in bed before she went to sleep... a thousand times. She just couldn't do it when he was standing right there, in front of her. And she knew she would have to soon.

Tomorrow would be the biggest event of their entire eight years together. Nobody, but her, knew it would happen tomorrow. Women can feel these things. The baby would come and it would have to be perfect. The doctor would hand it over to the father, his eyes would fill with tears. So would hers. She'd pictured it this way in her mind hundreds of times. Each time, everything turned out perfect.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Who's there?" she yelled out across the apartment.

"It's not he pizza man, I can tell you that much." Mulder's voice was muffled behind her front door. She stood slowly, arching her aching back, but he had already let himself in.

"Hi Mulder." She joined him in the foyer.

"How are you feeling? Just a few days left!" He bounced up and down on his toes in excitement. She smiled. Boy, would he be surprised when she started having contractions tomorrow morning.

"I'm feeling a little queasy right now. Thanks for doing this for me, Mulder," she said as he dropped his blue duffel bag on the floor.

"Yeah, no problem. I'm just wondering why you wanted me here so early. I mean, the baby isn't even due for another eight days," he reminded her. As if she didn't know!

"Yeah, well... you can never be too sure." She hobbled back towards the couch. He followed carefully behind her. She plopped down with a loud sigh and closed her eyes.

"Must be hard work." He sat down next to her.

"Oh, you have no idea." Her eyes reopened. Her left hand relaxed over her round belly. She had expected to be more nervous. She would, after all, be bringing a new life into the world in a matter of hours.

"You look really tired, you want some coffee or something?" he asked.

"Mmmmm. Coffee, hell yes," she replied after closing her eyes again.

"Okay, then." He stood with a smile and disappeared into the kitchen.

She would tell him today. She had to tell him today, after today everything will have changed dramatically. She glanced down at her abdomen... that was another reason she had to tell him. This baby did have a father. He just didn't know it yet. Mulder quickly returned to his spot on the couch.

"Mulder, I really should tell you something." She turned to him with a little difficulty.

"What is it?" he said. He was staring right through her. Right into her soul, rather. And her throat closed up. Now wasn't the right time. She quickly thought of something else to say.

"Um, I shouldn't drink anything but decaf. It'll be bad for the bab," she recovered nicely.

"I know. That's what I had planned on making." He picked up a magazine from the coffee table. It seemed that minutes passed before she worked up the courage to try again.

"That's not what I wanted to say," she managed. Women, it seems, always are the ones to express their true feelings first in a relationship. Scully thought she had been prepared to do so, all along.

"Really? Then what is it Scully... you can tell me." He placed the magazine carefully back down on the table, "We tell each other everything," he added, kindly.

"Okay... okay. I've known you for eight years. Over those years you've become my best friend. My only real friend, actually. You helped me through my cancer, through losing Emily and I think most importantly, by letting me have this baby," she told him.

"I... I didn't help you have that baby. The in-vitro didn't work... right?" he questioned.

"Not until I went for a second opinion. Not until I thought I'd lost you. Then I had to be sure, I needed something to remember you by." Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke. To him, this seemed almost like an everyday conversation...almost. But, to her, this was her future, her life.

"So, it actually did work. So... this is my baby too?" he asked in disbelief, his voice shaking slightly.

"Yes. And that's what I had to let you know." A single tear ran down her face, finding it's resting place in the corner of her mouth.

"Why did you wait until now to tell me?" Mulder asked as he uncomfortably rearranged himself on the couch, as men will sometimes do when they're nervous.

"I don't know. I just couldn't do it before. It was so hard. It was... it was like telling the man your in love with that you are, in fact... in love with him," she hinted, hoping he would understand.

"What are you saying?" he asked. They were interrupted by the whistling of the kettle in the kitchen. Mulder jumped up to tend to it. Once she was alone, Scully wiped the tears from her eyes. Seconds later Mulder returned... with no coffee.

"Didn't you know? I mean, after all this time, couldn't you see it?" she asked him as he cautiously sat back down.

"See what? That... see that you love me?" He tapped his fingers on his knees nervously.

"It's kind of an axiom, Mulder." She smiled.

"A what-a-what?" He was unfamiliar with the word.

"An axiom... something that is self-evident, like love." She looked down at the floor. An awkward pause came between them...

"I knew," he whispered.

"I thought you did because you once told me that you had those same feelings for me. When we rescued you from that ship wreck. Do you remember?" she asked.

"Of course. Those were the most important words I've ever said, Scully." He took her hand.

"Good... I mean, I thought you were drugged. That's why I didn't take you seriously... until about a month later. That's when I started thinking about it again. About how I always felt the same thing." She said, not able to look directly into his eyes.

"God, Scully. Do you know how much time we wasted?" He laughed out loud. She smiled as well.

"None. I don't think we were ready until now. We needed some kind of a push, like the baby, to get us moving in the right direction." She suggested. He simply smiled. He stood, after a moment, and returned to the kitchen to retrieve their coffee. He was gone only for a matter of minutes but when he returned she was asleep on the couch... a smile on her face, relief in her soul.


The Next Morning

She had hoped the pains would wait until after six o'clock, so she could let Mulder get some sleep. Instead, she shot up out of bed at five, thirteen on the dot. The pain was almost unbearable. It crept up through her insides like a knife. She moaned and made her way to the bedroom door.

"Mulder." She spoke softly as she stood next to him on the couch.

"Hmmm?" He rolled over, his eyes still shut.

"Mulder, wake up." She shook his shoulder.

"What is it? It's not even light out yet." His eyes slowly opened and instinctively went to his watch.

"It's not even five thirty. But... we need to go now." She placed her hand on her stomach. It took him a moment but he soon realized the situation and literally jumped off the couch.

"Now?!? You mean, it's happening, now?" He supported her with both hands.

"Yeah, but we still have some time. Grab my duffel, it's in the closet." He was there and back before she had even finished, "And, get yourself something to eat... you may be there for awhile." She giggled. Another contraction. She hastily sat down and waited it out. He sat silently next to her, holding her hand.

"You okay?" he asked once it seemed her pain had ended.

"I'm fine. Never been better." She smiled at him.

"Good, let's go then." He helped her up and walked her to the door.

"Mulder, thank you." She stopped him before they left her apartment.

"For what?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. But, you've given me something that I can't live without. What ever that is... when you were out there, when I thought I'd never see you again, I felt empty. Now I feel whole again." She gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"You're welcome, then." He grabbed the keys from the table and shut the door behind them.

"Shit!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hall way.

"What?! What's wrong?" His voice was filled with deep concern.

"It hurts!" Her eyes watered. They stopped in the middle of the hall. He held his breath. She glanced up at him, curious as to why they had stopped. Then she saw the worry on his face. She couldn't help but smile.

"That's normal, Mulder. I'm having a baby," she reassured him sarcastically. It took him a second to draw in breath, then he chuckled at his own foolishness.

"Okay. Okay. This is gonna turn out perfect. Everything's gonna be fine." He helped her onto the elevator.

"You're right," she said calmly. She knew it would be fine.

He looked down at her tired face. He did, indeed, love her... every part of her. He had for eight years. He had known it all along. This was how it was always meant to be... in God's mind, in fate's plan. What was it that Scully had called it... an axiom? Yes, it was that, too. A universally recognized truth. The truth he had been searching for all along. It had been right there in front of him... looking him straight in the eye. The question then found it's way into his mind...

Where would they go from here?

He hoped that Scully was right, that this baby could direct them down the right path. He hoped, as did she, that wherever they were headed... whatever came between them, whatever was in store... They would get there together.

~*The End*~


Author's Notes: This will most likely be the last MSR fic I write while they are still both on the show (since DD isn't coming back--- dammit.) I guess it's kind of like a final plea for them to "get together" in the end. I'll miss having the ideas in my head and the reality right there on the screen in front of me. I guess life goes on, though... right?

Here's to eight great years of Mulder and Scully and their undeniable love for each other. Us 'shipper's will always know the truth... the real axiom!

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