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Title: Wait for Me Summary: Mulder and Scully may be able to survive the Fluke Man, Little Green Men, and MIB, but will college and a conniving girlfriend be their demise? Note: This is our first foray into the wide of world of X-Files fan fiction. This is dedicated to our wonderful friend Denise, who caused a lot of inspiration, when she wasn't asleep, and to UBU for always being there when we needed him or our fingers got tired. We're not quite sure how good this is, so we would really appreciate feedback. All comments, critiques, flames, and llamas are welcome. This story was the result of way too much time on our hands, far too many glasses off Dr. Slice, which may I add we have to mix ourselves because the Coca Cola company took this wonderful drink off the market because we were the only people drinking it, and the young naiveté that we possessed at the time. We hope you enjoy this??. thing that we are calling a story.
"Pass the popcorn." "Sure." Fourteen-year-old Dana Scully said as she reached for the bowl. They were sitting on Samantha's floor talking about normal teenage things: school, parents, and, of course, boys. Dana normally didn't enjoy talking about this type of thing but she really had no choice because that was all the other four girls ever talked about. "I think Jerry Stevenson is really cute," Ashley remarked. "Yeah, but I think Fox is a hunk," Ellen told them. "MY BROTHER?!" Samantha exclaimed. "Yeah, he's really groovy," Denise said, "What do you think, Dana?" "I guess he's kind of cute," she said blushing. "What do you mean kind of cute? He's like out of this world!" she exclaimed. "Well, I..." she was cut off by the sound of Mrs. Mulder's voice telling them the burgers were ready. They ran down the stairs, saving Dana from embarrassment. When they reached the kitchen, Fox was getting his burger and walking back toward his room. "Hey," he said waving his hamburger at them with his mouth full of food but looking right at Dana who was paying attention to only her hamburger. All eyes except Sam's and Dana's followed him out the door. "He's so dreamy," Denise said, leaning over to whisper it in Dana's ear. Sam heard it and rolled her eyes in Dana's direction. She laughed. Later, everyone except Dana, who had to run next door to get the forgotten movie, plopped down in the living room to watch the movie. Sam had just brought a new bowl of popcorn in when Fox strolled in announcing that he was watching the movie with them. Ashley, Ellen, and Denise immediately moved over in hopes that he would sit next to her. "Fox, do you have to?" Sam asked him, a little annoyed that he was going to ruin another one of her slumber parties. "Yes, besides Mom said I could." He plopped down in the armchair as Dana returned with the movie. She looked over at the chair with her hands on her hips. "I was planning on sitting there," she said with a mock angry expression on her face, "You know I always sit here when I watch movie over here." "Hey, there's room for two," he said, pulling her down with him into the chair. If looks could kill Dana would have been six feet under. She shrugged at the menacing glances that were being shot in her direction. Fox threw his arm around her shoulders just to see what the other girls would do. He laughed when he saw the looks on their faces. "I think they're jealous," he said leaning down to whisper in Dana's ear. She snickered and whispered back, "They've only been following you around like lovesick puppies all night." "Most girls do." He flashed her an irresistible smile. "And you're modest too," she said giving him a look. "Let's raise the stakes." "What do you mean?" "Follow me," he said jumping up and grabbing her hand. He pulled her outside while ignoring the questioning glances the rest of the girls were giving them. "Fox, what did you mean raise the stakes?" she asked him suspiciously. "This." He leaned down and kissed her. It surprised her, yet she didn't pull back. He ran his fingers through her hair, sending chills down her back. When he pulled back she looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Was that just a way to make them jealous or..." she asked. "What do you think?" he said gently touching her cheek. "Fox, what are you doing out there?" his father asked him through the kitchen window. "Nothing, Dad," he said. He took Dana's hand and pulled her back into the house. They went in and sat back down in the chair, closer than they had been the first time. Sam noticed it and the look they shared when Fox reached over and took Dana's hand again. When the movie ended, everyone got up and started back upstairs. Dana, however, was pulled back down when Fox grabbed her hand. "Aren't you give me a kiss goodnight?" he said leaning down and kissing her again. "I better go upstairs before they send a search party to rescue me." Dana started back upstairs but turned when she heard Fox's voice. "Oh, and, Dana, don't tell anyone. If our parents found out they would never let us see each other." She nodded and smiled at the suggestion he was making. Seeing Dana approach, Sam ducked stealthily into Fox's dark bedroom. When he walked in, he jumped at the sight of his smirking sister. "So, by the look on your face, I take it you saw Dana and me downstairs." "Yep, and I'm wondering just what I saw downstairs. Was that really my best friend and my brother?" "Yeah," he said with a sheepish grin, "but Sam, you can't tell anyone what you saw." "And why not?" "Because Mom, Dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Scully would never approve." "You're right, they would have a cow," she grinned mischievously, "Moo." "So, Sam, you're not going to tell, are you?" "Nope, if they find out, I won't be the one to tell them." "Thanks, Sam." On her way out of the bedroom, she paused and turned to look at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You really like her, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah, I have for a while." "I know." "What do you mean?" "Well, you could pretty much tell. I mean, whenever she'd come over you would always hang around us more than you would when it would just be me." "I just always thought that she was different than other girls. She didn't start drooling when I walked in the room. And she doesn't necessarily care that much about clothes and boys like most of the other girls I know. There's just always been something about her." "Well, I'm glad you're together. Dana will make a great sister-in-law." He threw his pillow at her as she ran out of the room. When she entered her room, Dana gave her a look. "I had to talk to Fox about something," she told them, shooting Dana a look of her own. "Okay, Dana, come on, tell us where you and Fox went," Ashley augured. "I told you, we went to my house so I could give him the record I had borrowed back." "Sure, fine, whatever. Y'all were looking pretty cozy over there for a while." "We're friends! Jeez, why do you think it's something more than that? He and Sam have lived next door to me for our entire lives." "Okay, okay, sorry," Ashley snapped. "Hey, Sam, does he ever talk about me? I think he likes me. When he said good night he was looking right at me," Denise said hopefully. "I doubt it. Don't get your hopes up," Sam said, trying not to look at Dana. She knew that in doing so both would dissolve into fits of laughter. "Well, I'll keep trying," she said, "He just needs to get to know me better." Finally Dana and Sam couldn't help it anymore and dissolved anyway. The next morning the five girls went downstairs for breakfast and found Fox already halfway finished. "You're up early," Samantha said, giving her brother a skeptical look, "Okay, what have you done with my brother?" "Nothing. I just felt like getting up early this morning. Is that such a crime?" "I guess not," Sam said smiling at him. He looked at the rest of them and said good morning. "Thanks, Mom. Great breakfast. Gotta jet." Everyone watched him walk out the door. "Samantha, do you know why your brother is in such a good mood this morning?" asked her mom. "I don't know," she said looking at Dana. They smiled at their secret. An hour later, Sam and Dana sat in Sam's room talking. "So he just kissed you?" "Yeah, it just happened. He kissed me, plain and simple." "I always knew that this would happen one day." "Really?" "Well, when you see your brother scribbling your best friend's name on his notebook, you get a pretty good idea." "He scribbled my name on his notebook?" Dana asked blushing. "Yeah, just like you were scribbling his name on yours on Wednesday." "You saw that?" she said, her face turning red. "How else would I know about it?" Just then the door opened and Fox stuck his head in. "Can I join the party?" "Sure, we were talking about you anyway," Sam said. "Should I be wondering about that?" he said sitting down beside Dana and kissing her on the cheek. "Nope," Dana said. "Why did you leave so suddenly this morning?" Sam asked him. "I didn't think I could face Denise for another hour. She's always staring at me. It gives me the willies," he said with a shudder. They laughed. "Hey guys, I don't want to dampen the mood but just how are you planning on keeping this a secret from our parents?" Sam asked. "I'm not sure. I guess we'll just have to sneak around for a while," he said, as he laced his fingers in and out of Dana's. He smiled suggestively at Dana and toyed with the cross around her neck. "We can just have clandestine liaisons in the wood." Dana's raised eyebrow received a low chuckle from Fox. "Well, since only the three of us know, let's keep it that way. What would our classmates think? Rumors would be flying everywhere." "Dana," Mrs. Mulder called, "Your mother needs you home." Sam walked out of the room, followed closely by Dana. "Dana, wait a second," Fox said jumping up to catch her before she left, "Meet me at the lake at 2:00 this afternoon, okay?" "Okay. Bye." "Bye." Later that afternoon, at 1:47, Dana paced around. She had been so nervous that she fed her parents a phony excuse and set out for Riker Lake at 1:30. Lucky for her, it only took seventeen minutes for Fox to join her. "Hey, Dana." "Hey yourself, Fox." "Well," she began rather nervously, "I couldn't wait, so I kind of left early." "Yeah me too," he returned in an equally shy manner. "Okay, spill it. Why am I here? I'm a little nervous about being in the middle of a deserted wood near Riker Lake. Add to that it's the middle the afternoon, and you're a guy who's three years older than me. I don't know though, it could just be my paranoid side speaking," Dana said sitting down on a pile of pine needles. "Yeah, well, I'll bet that I am ten times more paranoid than you on a self-secure day," he answered, sitting beside her and nonchalantly taking her hand in his. "I think I might be willing to take that bet." "Nah. Anyway, the reason I asked you to come here was actually for a number of reasons." Dana was about to comment on the fact that he didn't sound like he usually did around her friends. He sounded so much smarter. He didn't use any of those hackneyed phrases that everyone seemed to use these days. She was thrilled. "Well, now or never," Dana said, turning to face Fox. She could never stop staring at that face. "Well, first of all, I wanted to give you this," he said, reaching in his pocket and withdrawing a small bag. "What's this, a gift? And I pegged you for one of those guys that never even gave the simplest of gifts." With that she took the bag and gingerly opened it. Inside was a class ring that had inscribed on the back: 'Remember Me.' "Why wouldn't I remember you?" She said, panic evident in her voice. "Dana, my parents gave me my plane ticket for England this morning," he said, moving closer to her and grasping her other hand. "England?" She gasped her voice much more concerned than she'd hoped. "I got accepted to Oxford, and I leave in two weeks," "No, you can't. I mean, why couldn't you go to some college close by? Then you could have at least come home for the holidays. Will you ever get to?" she asked, a tear threatening to betray her calm demeanor. "I don't know. My dad said that he doesn't want to spend any more money on planes tickets than he has to." "But that's not fair!" She exclaimed. Before she knew it she was up and pacing around. He stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I know, I know. I don't want to leave anymore. I only wish I could take you with me. I..." he trailed off and softly placed his lips on hers. She was reluctant at first, but eventually let the idea of kissing Fox Mulder drown her sorrows. He eventually pulled back and Dana collapsed to the ground trying not to cry. He followed and took her into his arms. "What were you going to say before you kissed me?" Dana asked, gazing into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Well, this is a new experience for me, but I think I have fallen in love with you," he said, kissing her again. "Well, in that case," she returned, "I love you too."
Two weeks later, Dana and Fox were waiting at gate 35-B for the non-stop flight to London. His parents had driven him, said their good byes, and headed to the airport McDonalds to get some lunch. They hadn't called his flight yet, but neither really knew what to say. "I can't believe it'll be four years before I see you again," Dana said, once again fighting her emotions. "I told you that I would try my hardest to save my money and try to come home next Christmas," he said, comforting her. "Still, I'll miss you very much." Just then the person at the desk announced the departure of Fox's flight. Fox stood, kissed Dana one last time, and whispered, "Please wait for me," into her ear.
She stood at the end of the line and watched the one man she would ever love with all of her heart walk out of her life for fifteen years.
At Oxford, Mulder, as he now forced his friends to call him, had met another woman. He tried very hard to tell himself that Phoebe was only a friend, but that's not what she thought. She would never let him break up with her because she was a master manipulator. True to his word, Mulder had worked endless hours at a local pub trying to save money towards a plane ticket home. It hadn't been the 'next Christmas' he had promised Dana, but he had hoped that when he saw her again, she wouldn't mind. 'Never underestimate a woman, though,' a voice inside his head told him. 'That's right,' another voice chimed in, 'she is a woman now. Technically. Eighteen was close enough for government work.' Little did he know, though, the whole time he'd been there, Dana had been sending him endless letters; pouring her heart out to him. Phoebe however, had intercepted them. He would have been more than happy to have simply picked up the phone and called her, but he couldn't afford one. He was using that money to buy a plane ticket. He hadn't written her any letters because; foolish though as it was, he was waiting to respond to her's. One day, while Mulder was putting the finishing touches on his thesis for psych class, Phoebe paraded in wearing a dark green sequin dress. "Hey," she purred, British accent and all, "look at this." Mulder turned to look at her and his jaw falling open. "Where did you get that?" "I bought it. What did you think, I sewed it? I dropped home-ec remember?" she answered sitting and scooting close to him. "Where did you get the money?" He subsequently asked. "It's yours. I thought you deserved to give me something." "It's mine? How much was it?" he said, his anger rising. "Oh, about 2000 pounds. Why, were you saving it?" "2000? GET OUT!" he yelled. "Foolish boy," Phoebe toyed with him. He hated it when she did that. "I SAID LEAVE!" "Jeez, Fox, what is your problem? I only bought myself a dress. You never buy me anything!" "Do NOT call me Fox! Only Dana and Samantha call me Fox!" "Dana? Who's Dana?" Phoebe asked, knowing good and well exactly who she was. She was the little tramp that had been writing to Mulder since he'd first arrived. She didn't want him to know about it because he would forget about her, and she wouldn't get to Jack Paulsen. Obviously, though, he still thought of her. "The woman I left behind when I left for college. I will have you know, Phoebe Green, that I do NOT love you, I love her! I will never love you, do you understand?" "If you want to parade around believing that you don't love me, then keep on saying that. You will eventually come to your senses." "GET OUT!" She walked out of his room, an evil grin on her face, leaving him to sulk. It was only when he collapsed in tears on his dorm floor that he realized that he would not see Dana again until he got through grad-school. That was five years. He would try to save his money again, but his life was too busy, and he knew he couldn't do it. He could only pray that Dana would understand.
Meanwhile in America.... "Mom, I got accepted into Maryland!" an ecstatic Dana Scully yelled running into her house. "Mom?" "Yes, Dana, that's wonderful!" Maggie Scully said. "I leave in a week!" There was no hiding the excitement in her voice. "Have you told Sam? She'll be heartbroken. You know she's going all that way to Indiana." "I know Mom, and I have told her. We promised that we would talk a lot."
Dana ran into her room and sat down at her desk to write one last letter to Fox. She had long-since learned to forget the fact that he never wrote back. She figured that he was busy and he would love to if he had had time. She picked up a pen and began to write: Dear Fox, that. I got asked to the senior prom and I accepted, but I want you to know that it means nothing. My friends are beginning to wonder about me... so I had to. That's not the big thing though, I am going to college! Maryland accepted me. My mom said that it was a given since I was valedictorian and all. I hate to go now, but I have to pack. I hope this doesn't sound too childish. One more thing, though, I am majoring in the medical field. Weird huh? Gotta go. Love, Little did she know, he would never get that letter or the others.
Eight years later, Dana was out of college and headed toward Quantico, Virginia. She was going to be a FBI agent and a forensic pathologist. It had initially broken her heart that Fox had never come home. From what Sam had been able to gather from the short conversations she'd had with her divorced mother, Fox had had a disagreement with his father and had gone straight to a new job. Sam was now living on a small island named Seal Harbor in Maine as a marine biologist. They still spoke regularly because even the distance couldn't dampen their friendship. Sam had a new boyfriend, though, and it was pretty apparent she wanted to marry him. His name was Alex Krycek, an accountant with a wonderful personality. Dana was waiting for a wedding invitation any day now. Samantha Krycek, weird, but if it made her happy...
Mulder, however, was the star of the VCS. He'd never had the heart to face Dana, so he had taken the approach-avoidance stance. He had flown home after finding the two hundred letters that Phoebe had kept from him, written by Dana, and gone straight into the FBI. It had absolutely broken his heart that he had never returned any of her letters. She had poured her heart out to him, and to think, he had been going out with Phoebe the whole time. In an attempt to take his mind off of Dana, he'd absorbed himself in his work. As a result, he had done quite well in the bureau, mainly due to his psyche degree. Until he had stumbled (literally) over the X-Files. After pulling Skinner's leg enough he had managed to get his own division started. Rumors were flying, though, that Spooky was getting a partner.
"Am I to understand that I am to debunk the X-Files project, sir?" A very green, very nervous Agent Dana Scully implied. "We trust you will make the proper choice," Section Chief Scott Blevins said.
With that she left the office, entered the elevator, and nearly fell to her knees in shock. How many 'Fox Mulders' can there actually be? She would soon find out. She pressed the basement button and began a descent that would forever change her life. When she arrived she opened the door and timidly walked in. "Hello, my name is Dana Scully, and I have been assigned to work with you," she said, holding out her hand. Mulder looked up from the picture he had been examining to look at his new partner. "So, who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully," he asked. "Actually I was rather looking forward to working with you," she said, bouncing the ball back into his side of the court. "Really? I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me." *Thump* Try as she might, she could not think of a comeback. 'Think, Dana, think' her subconscious yelled. Luckily, though, he took that opportunity to jump in. "Dana Scully, as in 1267 Chesapeake Cove?" At that question, she was elated to think that she might have actually found the person she would have almost sold her soul to locate. Almost, but not quite. "Only if you are Fox Mulder, as in 1266 Chesapeake Cove." "It really is you, isn't it?" Mulder asked, standing up. "Yeah." Throughout their conversation, they had been moving closer and closer to one another. Just as the gap was closing...there was a knock on the office door. He quickly began a completely different conversation, saying, "Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrial?" "Logically I would have to say no. Given the..." she trailed off as the person walked in. "Agents Mulder, Scully, Skinner would like to see you. Right away!" The young agent immediately turned and walked away. He had heard rumors about *Spooky* Mulder. Later that night, Mulder followed Scully back to her place. When they arrived, Mulder was greeted by a tiny dog. She said that it was a teacup Pomeranian, whatever that was. She said its name was Chance. Their conversation was purely trivial; neither wanted to breech the subject that was hanging thickly in the air. Mulder was blabbing about something in college, but Scully couldn't stand it any longer. "Why didn't you write me back?" She asked tenderly. "Dana, I..." he stuttered. "I never knew about the letters because my gir..." "Your girlfriend. Your girlfriend? You ran away to another country, had the audacity to give me a ring telling me to remember you, AND to wait, yet you had a girlfriend the whole time!" She was furious. She had been completely faithful to him. It didn't help that the song "Faithful" was playing in the background. "You have to believe me when I say that I hated Phoebe. I was going to come home one Christmas, I had the money and everything, but she took the money and bought herself a dress with it. I made her get out, and what's worse, she kept all your letters hidden from me! It wasn't until I was packing to go home, that she sent me a package containing all of them. Here I'll show you the note that was in it." Mulder reached into his pocket and withdrew the slip of paper and handed it to Scully. He'd kept it as a reminder of his stupidity. It read: I hope she means a lot to you, Fox, she wrote to you constantly. Oh, and Jack and I are getting married. Thanks for your help. Love - Phoebe "Oh, Mulder, I am so sorry." She said through her tears. After fifteen years, she deserved to cry. He reached over and hugged her, letting her well-deserved tears fall on his shoulder. "You don't need to be sorry, Dana, you weren't the one who gave up a wonderful woman to become trapped in a dead-end relationship with a British snob. Meanwhile breaking the heart of that wonderful woman," he said kissing her neck. "It doesn't matter. You're here now, and that's more than I'd ever dared to imagine." Finally his mouth met hers, and all of their childhood memories came flooding back. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "Unless that is Sam or a president, I am using my weapon," Scully growled. "Hey, to you that would be a brand new experience huh?" he said letting go of her. "Yes, and I would love to get field practice, now go answer the door," she commanded. He obeyed and looked out the peephole to see his sister staring back at him. He opened the door, and the next two hours were nothing but stories from the last fifteen years. Sam was now Samantha Krycek and three months pregnant. They finally got rid of the newly-weds and got another chance at being alone. "You know, I could do that," Mulder said sitting back down on Scully's white couch. She joined him, taking his hand and laying her head on his shoulder. "Do what?" She asked curiously. "Be married." Scully was taken completely aback. She had often dreamed of being married to him, but never had she actually thought he would ever ask. "Yeah, so could I, but to whom?" She inquired. "Oh, I kind of had my hopes set on a short red head, oh about 5'3, that I more-or-less grew up with," he said. "Well, you could just ask her. Women like to be proposed to on one knee you know." "Okay. Thanks for the advice. Well, I guess I'm outta here. I have to go find out where that woman lives now. You know, I haven't seen her in fifteen years." "I have a phone book you know." "Really? Can I borrow it?" "Sure. It's in the kitchen. Top drawer on the left." "Thanks. I'll let myself out when I'm done." "Okay, I have to go to bed, so don't make too much noise. Good night, Mulder." "Good night, Scully." Dana walked off down her hallway, into her bedroom, turned the light on, and listened to Mulder in the kitchen. He managed to find the book and looked up Dana's number. He really didn't know what it was, so it was now or never. He located it and dialed it on his cell-phone. "Scully." "Hey, guess who it is?" "Phil Collins?" "No, Sting." "Really, then strike up 'Every Breath You Take.'" "Every breath you take, every move you make, every claim you stake, every step you take, I'll be watching you. Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you. Oh can't you see, you belong to me, every poor heart aches, oh every step you take. Can I quit now?" "Please do. You don't sound like Sting. I thought he was British?" "Don't even mention British to me." "Okay, who are you really?" "Some people call me Spooky, but you can call me Al." "Alright, but I'm Betty." "You know your music. I'm impressed, Agent Scully." "What did you take me for, Agent Mulder?" "You found out. Hey, you want to get married?" "Why not?" "Where are you?" "In my bedroom. Leave the kitchen, turn left, walk down the hall, first door on the right." "See you then!" "Ooh, in five seconds. I can't wait." In reality she couldn't. She had been waiting her whole adolescent life to marry him and now he was five seconds away and that was too far. It wound up being up two and a half seconds later because he killed his phone slamming it shut and sprinted to her in the bedroom. Finally after fifteen years of waiting, fate had finally returned them to each other. Perhaps, in the end, everything does have to do with fate. THE END
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