Title: New England Magic
Author: Catmom
Written: July 2002
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Chinga
Classification: SRH -- Mulder/Scully Romance Revised Scene
Disclaimer: The X Files and its characters belong to Chris Carter and a few other folks. Let's hope their mothers taught them to share. Archive: Well, if CC can share, so can I. Just tell me where so I can visit.

Summary: How Scully SHOULD have answered that proposal.

Author's Notes: Compared to some of the fabulous writers out there, I'm still a newcomer to the X Fic genre, so forgive me if this has already been done. I want to write a series of FF's entitled "If Romos Wrote the X Files." Here's the first installment. Let me know what you think.

Ammas Beach, Michigan

"Huh. It sounds to me like that's, uh, witchcraft or maybe some sorcery that you're looking for there," Mulder told his redhead partner.

Witchcraft? Sure, leave it to Mulder to come up with something like that, Scully thought to herself. "No, I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery," Scully said in a quieter tone, taking a step away from the local police. If this was to be considered a case that Scully was working on, she didn't want her reputation as being "Mrs. Spooky" to follow her up to Maine. "I've had a look around and I don't see any evidence of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion."

"Maybe you don't know what you're looking for?" Mulder pondered.

Scully was almost insulted by her partner's comment. What did Mulder think -- that she could know about Mothmen and Flukemen, but witchcraft was too far beyond her realm? She'd show him what she knew.

"Like evidence of conjury or the black arts or shamanism, divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practice, charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones or hex signs or any of the ritual tableau associated with the occult, Saneteria, Voudom, Macumba or any high or low magic?"

<So there, Spooky old buddy>

There was a momentary pause before Mulder spoke.



"Marry me."

Scully's breath caught in the back of her throat as all thought of witchcraft, quite ironically, magically disappeared.

Did he really say those words? Her head told her that he was just kidding, telling Scully, in his own Mulderesque way, that he was impressed with her knowledge.

But her heart...the heart that was in love with the man...her heart wanted to believe he meant those words.

One of the things that she loved about Mulder, and there were many, was that he could take a joke as well as he dished them out.

"Well, okay Mulder, but that's going to ruin our plans."

"Our plans?"

"Yeah, our plans to get away from work and from each other this weekend," Scully reminded him, as she peeked around and saw that she was out of earshot of anyone else. The past few months -- dealing with Scully's cancer and remission, losing Emily, Mulder's eyes telling him that he watched Scully commit suicide -- had been quite a lot for them to deal with. It was obvious to both of them that they each needed some quiet time to themselves. But deep inside, Scully hated being apart from her partner.

Mulder was still silent, so Scully continued her ruse. "You'd have to come up here for us to get married. I mean, it's not something we could do over the phone."

"That...that's true, Scully. Being in the same room while we're wed DOES seem more plausible," Mulder played along, using one of his favorite "Scully terms."

"And I'm guessing that you're going to want to make love tonight...seeing it would be our wedding night," Scully teased.


<Oh, gotcha good on that one. Huh, Mulder?>


Scully heard her partner clearing his throat. "Yes, that is the customary...thing to do from what I understand," Mulder sputtered out.

A quick peek in a nearby mirror told Scully what she suspected. She had a huge grin on her face.

"I guess we can always get away from work and each other some other weekend," Scully volleyed back.

"Works for me," Mulder replied.

"Okay, I'll see you later then, Mulder."

"Bye, Honey," Mulder closed.

"Bye," Scully answered as she hung up the telephone, smiling at Mulder's term of endearment.

Seven hours later, Scully sat alone in an oceanview booth of her hotel's restaurant, perusing the menu. When in Rome, she thought to herself as she looked over the seafood selections. Lobster, Shrimp, Scallops, Orange Roughy or some combination of the above appeared to be the hardest decision she would have to make for the rest of the night. That was just fine with her after spending half of her first vacation day with Police Chief Captain Jack Bonsaint. Not that she didn't want to help out, but she desperately wanted to not think about criminals, deaths, or autopsies this weekend.

After deciding on the Shrimp and Scallops combination with some genuine New England Clam Chowder to start things off, Scully gandered at the wine list. She wanted something white and sweet but didn't know if she should order her wine by the glass, split or bottle.

Fortunately, she didn't have to make that decision.

Before Scully was done reviewing the wine list, the waitress that had greeted Scully a minute ago with a glass of ice water and the menu came over with a bottle of wine -- St. Gabriel 1994 Piesporter Michelsberg to be exact.

Confused, Scully stopped the young lady, Maggie according to her name tag, before she opened the bottle. "Excuse me, I didn't order this," Scully explained.

Maggie smiled as she extracted the cork from the bottle. "Oh, the gentleman did, ma'am, before he went into the men's room."

"The gentleman? What gentleman?" Scully asked, thinking that she was going to be joined by Chief Bonsaint. That wouldn't be so bad, Scully thought to herself, although she would have preferred Mulder.

Maggie appeared to be momentarily confused herself now. "Your fiance?"


"He's here?" Scully asked with disbelief.

"Y-Y-Yes ma'am," Maggie stuttered, "I-Is there a problem?"

<I better let this poor girl off the hook before she calls Bonsaint.>

"No, that's fine. I...uh...I wasn't sure if he was going to make it in time for dinner or not," Scully made up on the spot.

"Should I pour the wine now, ma'am, or should I wait until...?"

"No, no, now's fine," the velvet voice of Fox Mulder answered.

Scully turned to her right to see Mulder walk behind Maggie, sit down in the booth and then slide around to his partner. Scully drank in the handsome figure, head to ... <Black jeans, black turtleneck, black leather jacket. Damn, I want to jump him when he's dressed like that.>

Mulder looked down at himself and then back up to Scully. "I'm sorry. Is this too casual? I didn't want to put on a suit. We're on vacation."

<Damn, I hate it when he catches me staring at him.>

"No, you look fine. I'm just a little surprised," Scully punted.

Mulder smiled as though he was chalking one up for pulling one over on her. "I hope it's a pleasant surprise," he said as he unfolded the cloth napkin and put it on his lap.

"Yes, it is," Scully admitted, feeling herself blush a little.

With the wine glasses filled, Maggie put the bottle down on the table. "Well, I'll just go get you a glass of water while your greet your fiance properly, sir." The waitress had a huge smile on her face as she walked away from the table.

"Thanks, Maggie," Mulder said as they were being left alone. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, Mulder," Scully started, "but what are you doing here?"

"I thought we were getting married tonight, Scully," Mulder glibly replied as he slid a scooch closer to his partner.

"Mulder," Scully exasperated with a smile.

Mulder held up his wine glass; Scully matched his actions. "To our wedding night," Mulder quipped with a raised eyebrow, yet looking Scully square in the baby blues, as he titlted his glass toward his partner's.

Scully matched the eyebrow and mated their glasses. Still willing to play the game she started hours earlier when she accepted Mulder's mock proposal, Scully answered, "Well, in five years together, we've spent more than one sleepless night together. Here's to one more."

After their arms entwined and they sipped from their glasses, Mulder didn't back off of the closeness that their linked arms brought them. As Mulder leaned closer to Scully, her mind went through many thoughts -- everything from "Oh my god, he's going to kiss me" through "This is so right."

Scully delighted in the first feel of Mulder's lips against her own. Forehead kisses were nice. Hand kisses were special. But this -- it's what fantasies were made of.

Scully was arguing with herself -- and losing -- about how long their kiss should last. Common sense was taking the position that this was just a friendly kiss. One just to carry along a prank. But the id in her, the carnal lust deep inside, was beating the common sense with a baseball bat. "Now THAT'S the way to greet a fiance," Maggie stated upon arriving back at their table with Mulder's water.

Maggie's interruption had ended their kiss and got the partners to turn in the waitress's direction -- for a moment. Then, almost in synchrony, they faced each other again and smiled as Mulder added, "Yes, it is."

"Would you like an appetizer to go with your wine? Maybe shrimp cocktail or clam strips?" Maggie suggested.

"Well, I'm going to have shrimp with my dinner but if you want shrimp, Mulder ... " Scully offered.

"Do you have stuffed mushrooms?" Mulder asked.

"Yes, they're delicious. Mushrooms stuffed with clams cooked in garlic butter," Maggie told him.

Scully critiqued with a "Mmmmmmm," as Mulder watched her reaction.

"Let's make it an order of stuffed mushrooms and one shrimp cocktail," Mulder told Maggie, who scribbled on her order pad and then walked away.

When privacy reigned again, Scully took another sip of wine before asking, "So really Mulder, what are you doing up here?"

Mulder looked down, as if he were avoiding her eyes, but Scully could see the lips that she just kissed forming a smile. Mulder exhaled as he brought his eyes to meet hers again.

"I missed you," he simply said. Scully couldn't help the smile that now crept across her face. "Really?"

Mulder nodded, "Really. I know we agreed that because of what we've each been through that we each needed some time to ourselves, that we need some time to recover. Mulder placed his hand over Scully's. "But when I got off the phone with you, I realized...it hit me that I want...I know this is going to sound crazy, but I want to recover with you."

Mulder eyes looked back down to the table, bu Scully could still see his face. He appeared to want to say more, although needed to think of how to phrase things.

"We're not just partners, Scully. We're friends. We're best friends. We help each other. We get each other through things. I need to lean on you. I need to feel you lean on me. Part of my healing is not just getting better. It's knowing we've done it together...that we've shared both the pain or the sorrow or the hurt AND the healing. The crying, the hugging, the recovery. Waking up the next day and seeing you, and realizing not only that life goes on but that we go on together."

He paused a moment before finishing. "Does that make any sense?"

The first emotion running through Scully was happiness. Her joy lightened her heart. She opened her arms to go around Mulder's neck and moved closer to him.

But as they hugged, she realized the truth, the hard truth in what Mulder said. She did need him. She had been through hell and back in the last few months -- watching her daughter die, herself almost dying, and Mulder thinking she had taken her own life. Scully had always prided herself in being the stoic one, the one that never cried, the one that held up through anything life threw at her. But she felt her walls start crumbling down as she felt Mulder's body next to hers -- his hair against her cheek, his chest against her breasts, his arms around her body.

"Don't leave me, Mulder," Scully pleaded through her tears, "Don't ever leave, me."

Mulder leaned back from her to frame her face with his hands, "I won't, Scully. You're stuck with me, for better or for worse." They shared a quick chuckle before Mulder's lips once again descended on his partner's.

After another passionate kiss, they hugged again. And as they held each other tight, magic words came out of Mulder's mouth. "I love you, Scully."

"I love you, too, Mulder," Scully confessed.

They looked in each other's eyes again, now watering. "Why did it take us five years to admit that?" Mulder asking, laughing and crying at the same time.

Scully shook her head, "I don't know, but I'm not waiting five years to tell you again. I love you, Mulder." And for the first time, Scully kissed Mulder.

"Boy, you two are good at greeting each other," Maggie thought aloud as she approached the table with their mushrooms. "Should I put these in a doggie bag and make your order to go?"

Mulder and Scully ended their kiss with a laugh.

"No," Mulder replied with a smile, "I'd love to have a romantic dinner with the woman I love overlooking the ocean."

"I'll second that," Scully said, returning the smile ...and the love.


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