Title: My Grown-Up Christmas Wish Summary: Scully contemplates losing Mulder, while the Gunmen prepare a very special holiday surprise. EVERYONE WHO BELIEVES IN SANTA CLAUS SHOULD PROBABLY SKIP THIS FIC Dana Scully sat alone in her apartment, watching the snowflakes drift slowly past her window. She looked over at her Christmas tree and immediately wished she hadn't. A smiling alien with a Santa's hat gleamed at her, Mulder's present to her the year before. Looking at it reminded her of his absence, and the fact he was absent for one of her most favorite times of the year. She hugged her thickening stomach lovingly, remembering what she was carrying, a gift she had wanted to give Mulder for Christmas, but she couldn't. Sometimes she looked up in the sky, wondering where she was and if she would ever get him back in time. She so wanted him to be there for the birth of their child, but under the present circumstances, doubted it would ever happen. Yes, she had her family and Skinner, even the Gunmen's support as she braved the thought of raising Mulder's and her child on her own, but she wished he could be there for it all. The showers, the sonograms, and of course the joyous moment when she finally gave him the greatest gift she could ever think of, a part of him and her, created on the couch of his apartment that fateful night. Scully sighed and flipped on her television. It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, Miracle on 34th Street. Nothing was on that fit her mood. Everything was just too joyous, too happy for the bleariest glimmer of hope to peak through the dark cloud presently resting on the horizon. She considered calling her mother up, but it was over 3:00 in California. She was spending the holidays with Charlie's family, her third in her cycle of children holiday visits. Scully wished she could have gone. She hadn't seen her brother in over 5 years, heck, even before she began work on the X-files. The X-Files. She thought again of what they had become, and wondered if Mulder would approve when he came back. Doggett was a good enough partner, all right, but he well, just wasn't Mulder. Then again, no one was. She wondered if Mulder would treat Doggett the same way she had done at their first meeting. She smiled. Probably so. Except, it would have been hot coffee shoved in his face. But then again, that was Mulder. Always different, full of surprises. One of the qualities she missed most of all. She looked at her watch. 12:05. Probably a million parents all over the States were making the finishing touches on their presents to their children, and finally hitting the slack, only to be waken up 3 hours from now to exclaims of "Wow!" "Mom, look what Santa brought!" "Wake up Dad! Santa came!" She rubbed her stomach. "Next year, little guy" she whispered. She had always dreamt of being the proud parent helping her children open presents, amusing them with their new toys. Now she was so close, but she was missing someone. The man who video taped the present opening. The man who stayed up all night assembling Barbie garages and toy trains. In all essentials, Mulder. She always pictured Mulder as that type, even though she had admitted it to no one. The type of person who was always there to help his children open taped boxes with a quick slash of the penknife and babysit the kids while she went out of a late-night shopping trip. Basically, the father of her children and the love of her life, always there ready to make her smile. Well, that's 2 out of 3, Dana, she chided herself. Now, for number three. She sat there a little while longer before rising off the couch and heading to the bathroom to begin her shower. On the way, she noticed her answering machine beeping. Confused of how she could have missed the call, she pressed the play button. Beep. "Scully? Its Byers." Scully looked over at the machine with a strange look on her face, but kept on listening. "Listen, its around midnight. When you get this message, I need you to come over here as quickly as you can. It important." Click. Scully studied the machine curiously for a moment, then went to her closet to change. Whatever the Gunmen had to say, it better be important. She had some serious sleep to catch up on. Lone Gunmen Headquarters "Geez, Mulder, I can't believe its you, " Frohike said, studying the figure seated at the his desk. "Live and in the flesh, " Mulder replied, his hazel eyes twinkling as he studied the walls of the Gunmen's office. "Just in time for Christmas." Byers walked into the room, clutching two cups of coffee. "You have no idea how depressed Scully has been since you left." "I have an idea," Mulder said coyly, remembering the memories he had kept in his mind. Because of his photographic memory, he was able to recount more memories than Scully of the abduction. He had also remembered the glimpse of Scully he had had on the ship. "But she has no idea how much I've missed her." "We didn't think you were coming back, dude, " Langley said from his place in the corner. "They already got a new dude in your place." "So soon, huh?, " Mulder said, sipping his coffee. "What's his name?" "Doggett, "replied Frohike. "John Doggett." "Another unbeliever, huh?" Mulder asked, looking up at the clock. "Shouldn't Scully be here by now?" "Wait a second, dude," Langley said. "She's pretty busy as it is." "What?" Mulder asked, his curiosity peaked. Then, a pattern of buzzes was heard from the door. "Ah, the enigmatic Dr. Scully arrives,' Frohike said. "Better hide. We don't want to scare her too bad." Mulder grinned and walked into the adjacent room. Frohike crossed the room, checked the peephole, and after confirming it was indeed Dr. Scully standing there, unlocked the doors. "Ah, she arrives." "What is it, guys?" Scully said, looking around. "It better be good, whatever it is." The gunmen exchanged glances. Scully's forehead creased in worry. What the hell were these three up too this early on Christmas Day? "Well, Scully, " Byers began. "You better sit down." "What?" Scully's eyes widened. "What's wrong." "Nothings wrong, "Langley said. "Absolutely nothing," Frohike added. Scully rolled her eyes. "Then what am I doing here? I have other things to do, you know," forgetting her lonely night. "We decided to give you your Christmas present early, ' Byers said. "Well?" Scully asked. "Close your eyes, " Frohike said. She obeyed and sat reluctantly into the chair Langley provided her for. "Wait here." Scully heard shuffling around as the door to the other room was opened and she heard faint footsteps enter the room. "No peeking, " she heard Byers warn." "Okay, " she said, feigning boredom. "Okay Scully, "Frohike said, his voice boasting with pride. "You can open them. " "Merry Christmas," the gunman chorused as Scully flitted open her eyes. She gasped, raising her hand to her forehead. She blinked once, twice, making sure this wasn't a dream. "Mulder?" she gasped. "Its me, Scully, "Mulder said, his eyes tearing up as his face broke into a bright smile. "I'm home." Wordlessly, Scully flew across the room into her partner's waiting arms, sobbing quietly. He clutched her to him, as if to never let go. "I missed you," he said. "You have no idea," Scully said, her voice muffled by his shoulder. She looked up at him, tears running freely down her cheeks. "I can't believe you're really here." "Me neither, " Mulder replied, and brought his face to hers in a neverending liplock of passion, all the pain she had been through fulfilled in that one simple kiss. "I love you." "I love you, too," Scully replied, burying her face in his shoulders. Mulder lifted up his head to look up at the gunmen, whom to his surprise, were crying. "That's so sweet," Frohike said, wiping his nose on Langley's shirt. If Mulder wasn't already preoccupied, he would have laughed. But before he could make a move, Scully broke their embrace and looked up at him. "Mulder," she said, slowly, unsure how to break the news to him, "I'm pregnant." Mulder looked down at her for awhile, comprehending the news. Then, he realized it and lit up. "Ohmigod, Scully ..." He reached to pull the back of her head closer again, then stopped. "It's mine, isn't it?" Scully gave a little gasp and broke into a smile. Then, she pulled him close and gave him a kiss, long and deep. When she finished, she looked back up at him, her eyes shining. "Merry Christmas, Scully." "Merry Christmas, Mulder."
Fluff, ain't it? Well, I was in the holiday mood this week, and figured to write something depicting that. Don't ask me how Mulder came back with no injuries. I don't know, okay? Feed back is welcome at either spooky152@private.as and spookymulder15 2@yahoo.com Visit Spooky152's Shipper Haven http://redirect.to/thexfiles
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