Title: Last Night
Author: Spookyteacher
Written: May 2001
Rating: PG
Category: V, A
Subcategory: MSR
Spoilers: Essence/Existence
Archive: Spooky Awards, Epehemeral are okay. I've already sent it to Gossamer via atxc-xfc. All other site managers who want to archive it-- please just e-mail me (spkyteach@aol.com) where you have it. I want to visit your very tasteful sites!
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Doggett, et al, are the creative property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Television. You guys have written them so well I can't resist having a go at it myself. I really am a classroom teacher, which is synonymous with POOR. Hint, hint...

Summary: Mulder and Scully's last night together before she left with Reyes.

Sequel to First Night. (I would suggest you read First Night before reading this to fully appreciate it.)


Scully's apartment
10:33PM

The window shades were down and the room lit only by a table lamp near the computer and the light coming from the kitchen. The room was very neat. The shades were all pulled down to the exact same level. The books and CDs were neatly shelved. Even the magazines and books on the coffee table were perfectly straight.

Scully shifted on the couch, attempting to get more comfortable. She glanced around the room, pleased. Lizzie seemed to be working out well, despite her earlier skepticism. All the baby things she'd received at the baby shower just yesterday were put away in the baby's room. In fact, there was no evidence such a party had ever taken place here. A sudden frown filled her face: she hated it when her mother was right.

A crash broke her reverie. She looked back toward the kitchen.

"Mulder?"

"S'okay," he answered shortly. "Just dropped a mug... didn't break."

Mulder was in the kitchen preparing some hot tea for Scully. He'd insisted on it after Doggett had left. He'd also insisted that Lizzie the baby nurse leave.

He set the mug back on the counter next to the other one and reached for the canister where Scully kept her tea. He was really beginning to know his way around her kitchen. She was finally letting him do things for her.

And he was enjoying every minute of it.

After he put the tea bags in the mugs, he turned around. He could just see the top of her red head as she was laying on the couch. His eyes narrowed as he wrestled with his emotions and fears.

He wanted so much to believe Scully. He wanted to believe that this baby was healthy... that is was normal... that it was human. He wanted to believe.

But he couldn't. He was afraid.

It terrified him to think of what they could've done. He and Scully had attempted the in-vitro fertilization procedures. Scully wanted so much to be a mother. And he wanted to give her that. They'd dared to hope. They'd dared to trust those doctors.

Now they knew that those doctors could've done something unspeakable to her. They had done it to other women. What if Scully was carrying one of their babies?

He closed his eyes to contain the thought, and his emotions. A few seconds later, the shrill whistle of the tea kettle made him jump. He grabbed the kettle and prepared the tea.

Scully was resting on the couch, but she was not at peace. Her mind raced with thoughts:

What if Mulder's right?

Could my baby be... something else?

What will we do if something goes wrong?

"Tea time."

She opened her eyes and saw Mulder setting the tray on the coffee table.

"All you have is this herbal tea stuff, Scully," he mildly complained.

"Well, that's all I can drink now, Mulder. Doctor Speakes has restricted my caffeine."

"Yummy," Mulder teased.

He handed her a mug. He, then, surprised her by picking up her legs, sliding under them, and sitting down on the couch next to her. He pulled her legs down into his lap before reaching for his mug.

When he glanced at her, she was grinning.

"What?"

"Nothing." She continued smiling.

They both drank their tea in silence for a couple minutes.

"Want some music on?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. This is nice." She took another long sip.

Then, he did something else that suprised her. He set his mug down on the table and began massaging her feet and ankles.

She moaned with pleasure.

"I love it when you make that sound."

She looked at him and blushed slightly.

He smiled, enjoying every minute of this. He continued to rub her feet and found this was giving him as much pleasure as it was her. He concentrated on the massage and pushed aside thoughts of Doctor Parenti and Zeus Genetics.

After several minutes, he looked over at her and saw she had fallen sound asleep. He smiled and stopped the massage.

"Scully," he called in a low voice.

She continued to sleep.

"Scully," he called a little louder.

Still no response from her.

He reached up and grabbed her hand. He squeezed it and called her name again.

This time her eyelashes fluttered.

"Wha...?" she asked sleepily.

"Time for bed, sleepyhead."

"Alri..." she still hadn't opened her eyes.

Her sleepiness amused him. He slipped from under her legs and scooped her into his arms.

This woke her up.

"Mul-derrrr?" she asked, clearly startled.

"Shhh... bedtime," he gently admonished as he shifted her weight in his arms.

She was wide awake now. "Mulder I CAN walk."

"I know." He started toward the bedroom.

"So put me down!"

"When I get you to the bed."

"Mulder!"

"You'd better enjoy this, Scully. You never know when I'll do this again. This is something that only happens once every three years or so."

She smiled, despite her anger at being carried. "Then I was a prisoner in an Antarctic ice cave."

"Spaceship," he corrected.

"Whatever," she got out just as he set her down on the bed.

He stood up and looked at her. They just looked at each other as several minutes ticked by. The silence was broken by Scully's yawn.

"Bedtime, Scully."

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "Bedtime for you, too."

He smiled widely. His own yawn escaped through that smile.

"Yeah, I could use some sleep. Be right back." He headed into the bathroom.

Scully pulled off her robe and crawled between the sheets. As soon as she pulled up the comforter, the bathroom door opened and Mulder came out dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt. He headed around to the other side of the bed and climbed inside. Each lay there, staring at the ceiling.

After a couple moments of quiet, Scully called, "Mulder?"

"Hmmm?"

She shifted on her side so she could look at him. "You think something's wrong with my baby, don't you?"

He quickly shifted to face her. "I HOPE nothing is wrong with your baby, Scully. I just need to be sure."

He scanned her eyes for understanding.

"I need to know..."

He heard pain in her voice. He reached for he face and cupped her cheek.

"Do you think I wouldn't tell you..."

He stopped. Of course she thought that. He always was trying to protect her.

He rubbed her cheek. "You know what I know."

She leaned into his hand. "I want him to be healthy. That's all I want."

"Him?" His eyebrows were raised in mock shock.

"Or her." She looked in his eyes. "I just want a healthy baby."

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "That's why I went there tonight, Scully. I have to know they didn't do anything to you."

She looked up at his forehead and fingered it gingerly. "Do you need to take some aspirin? Is it hurting?"

He winced slightly when her fingers hit the cut. "It's fine," he lied.

She met his eye, but did not press him. Her mouth opened in a very big yawn.

"Sleep, Scully. You need rest."

She rolled over onto her back and settled into her pillow. As her eyes closed, she mumbled, "Mmmm... night, Mulder."

He, too, settled into his pillow, facing her. As he watched her drift off to sleep, his hand moved toward her. He placed his hand on her abdomen and he waited to feel... anything the baby might do.

Scully opened her eyes when she felt him touch her. She studied him carefully for a few seconds.

"Just assuming the position," he told her.

She smiled and scooted closer to him. "I know."

The two of them lay like that for awhile, waiting. Mulder caressed her abdomen through her pajamas. Finally, a kick stopped his caressing. Their eyes met and soon they were both laughing.

"Damn," Mulder complained.

"What?" She was confused.

"Looks like he's gonna be a soccer player. I was hoping he'd play for the Yankees." His eyes danced.

"Mulder?"

"What?"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"As soon as the baby does."

"Okay, you can stay up and play with him..."

"HIM?!"

"... or her tonight. I'm getting some sleep."

She closed her eyes again.

Mulder laid with his hand on her abdomen, laughing quietly with each flutter and kick.

The End


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