AUTHOR: Rae
SUMMARY: it’s all in the title
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Nothing. Not one spoiler contained within.
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SPECIAL THANKS: Duke! Your kung fu rocks! I did change it so that Langley was the elf. It just works better with the serious Byers as Mrs. Claus. :)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaanna! Thanks for the awesome gift idea!
Nikki - Thank you again for all the help in the placement of the commas!
Notes at end.
Another Christmas Story
December 15, 2000
Scully’s Bedroom
“Just how did you arrange a two week vacation for the two of us without getting any suspicious glances from Skinner anyway?”
Scully rolls over and scoots into the crook of Mulder’s arm and snuggles into the warmth offered, to ward off the chill quickly claiming her cooling body.
“I just told him that you put in for vacation time so that you could spend the Holiday Season with your family in San Diego. And since you would be out of the office for two weeks, I decided to take some of the time I have to get some of my personal affairs in order that I’ve been neglecting lately.”
“And he didn't give you a hard time about having both of us at the same time?”
“I think he’s just happy to have us out of the way. He’ll have a few days free of expense reports and travel requests. But I was hoping that before you do take off on me to go see your family, maybe you might want to take a weekend retreat with me to New York City?”
“That sounds lovely, Mulder. This whole new chapter we’ve begun is really nice. Why did we wait so long, anyway?”
“I think that if I had tried to get into your bed any sooner, you would have pulled some kind of tail hook crap that would have landed me in the hospital.”
“Well, I guess we’ll never know now, will we?”
“No, I guess we won’t. But I suggest we take advantage of the fact that we've realized the folly of our ways and make up for lost time.”
“Just what did you have in mind, Agent Mulder?”
“A little bit of this.” He places a kiss upon her brow. “And a little bit of this.” And one upon her nose. “And just a bit of this.” He captures her mouth with his own as they become a mess of tangled limbs and sheets.
~*~*~*~*~
December 16, 2000
Central Park West, NYC
“This was a wonderful idea, Mulder. It’s just what I needed-and I didn’t even know I needed it. Thank you for whisking me away from 'life' for a couple of days.”
Scully takes Mulder's hand in her own as they walk through Central Park.
“I thought we both deserved some time away from DC, and I’ve always wanted to see The City while it’s all lit up and decorated for the season. Besides, it gave me a good excuse to get you all to myself for a couple of days. I'm going to miss you when you're gone.”
"I'll miss you too. I'll come home a little earlier than planned and make you take me away again so that we can get re-acquainted."
"I like the way you think, Agent."
"Well, there's no reason for me to spend two full weeks in California. Not when I've got this waiting for me in DC."
Scully grabs Mulder's ass and gives it a little squeeze as he wraps her in a tight embrace. They are both enjoying the freedom they have while away from DC and take advantage of every stolen kiss.
Mulder bends down brushes his nose against Scully's.
"Mmmmmmm. I love Eskimo kisses." Scully buries her nose against Mulder's neck.
"I just couldn't resist. The temptation was too great, Rudolph."
"Are you implying that my nose is red?"
"Like a light bulb."
"Well, maybe you should continue with what you were doing. The friction may just warm it back to its original hue."
"As you wish. I'll take you up on any invitation to get this close to you." Mulder wraps his arms around Scully's waist and pulls her closer to him, reveling in the feel of her body pressed close to his. He bends his head, and gently places a kiss upon her lips. She sighs in contentment and slowly deepens the kiss until neither one of them are aware of the world around them.
A voice yelling at them to move out of the way interrupts their passionate kiss. Mulder looks up in time to move Scully and himself out of the way of a horse drawn-carriage coming right at them.
“Oh, Mulder! Let’s go for a carriage ride. It looks so romantic.”
“Why don’t we wait until the sun sets and we’ll have him drive us back to the hotel?”
“That sounds deliciously wonderful. What should we do until then?”
"I've got an idea…"
"I don't trust that glint in your eye, Mulder. Why do I feel a sense of impending doom?"
"There is absolutely no reason why you should feel any uneasiness, Scully."
It is at that moment that Mulder bends down and packs a handful of snow into a tight snowball. Before Scully has a chance to react, he jogs back a few paces and lets the snowball go, striking her on the left arm.
"No reason, huh? You want a snow fight, you got it!" She answers his challenge as she retaliates with a fresh snowball of her own.
The two of them run through the city park, pelting each other with snowballs as if they were children on a playground. They continue the winter chase until they are both gasping for a deep breath, each laughingly begging the other for a truce. They fall to the ground in a tired heap, enjoying the uncommon playfulness the afternoon has afforded them.
"I'm getting all wet, Mulder."
"Now that I know snowball fights turn you on, I'll be sure to engage you in one on a regular basis."
"You are incorrigible, but I love you anyway." She leans over to give him a sweet kiss, but before she can take possession of his mouth, Mulder pulls away.
"You love me, Scully?" His voice is full of wonder and surprise.
"Yes, I love you. I have for a long time. I was always just too afraid to say anything."
"Could you say it again?"
"Love you, Mulder."
"I love you too. So much."
"Prove it." Scully decides to lighten the moment before the tears threatening her eyes, begin to fall.
"Right here? Right now?"
"Yep."
"You may get cold. And I'm almost certain that our Federal credentials won't keep us out of jail for indecent exposure."
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mulder. I want to make snow angels."
"Snow angels?"
"Don't tell me you've never made snow angels. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I'm a guy, Scully. All we did was color the snow."
"I don't think I want to know what you're referring to."
"Probably not. So, just how do I go about making a snow angel? Do we have to start rolling up snow, Frosty style?"
"There isn't enough snow for a snowman, Mulder. All you do is lay on your back and start moving your arms and legs, like this."
Scully lays on her back and demonstrates for Mulder, the precise science needed to make a perfect angel in the snow. After observing for a moment, Mulder walks a few feet to her left, lays down in the snow and begins to create his own piece of winter perfection.
"Now, get up and look at the masterpieces."
"Those are snow angels?" Mulder glances at Scully with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Don't you see it? Your arms created the wings, your legs created the gown, and your head made the halo."
"Okay, I gotcha. But now I'm soaking wet."
“Well, hold on. We’re almost done. Now, we have to name our angels.”
“Why do snow angels need names?”
“Just because. Mine will be called Kimpa, the Angel of Goodness and Light. Now what about yours, Mulder?”
“Aren’t all angels the angel of goodness and light?”
"Spoilsport. Let's go get some chestnuts. They'll warm us up a bit."
The couple strolls through the park enjoying the scene of the setting sun and look for a viable horse drawn carriage while munching on freshly roasted nuts. They paint the picture of every winter wonderland scene found in picture books and on holiday greeting cards.
Mulder spots a horse and buggy parked at the curb and steers Scully towards it. As Scully begins to climb into the carriage, Mulder walks up to the driver to request a slow, leisurely pace through the park. He’s intent on making this vacation the first of many romantic and special weekends of Scully’s life. After all the hell they live through on a daily basis working on the X-Files, he’s hoping to bring a little sunshine and brightness into her life. And if acting out scenes from Norman Rockwell paintings makes her happy, then that’s what they’ll do.
Mulder’s reverie is interrupted when he hears Scully cry out in alarm.
“Stop! Federal Agent!”
Mulder turns around in time to see someone take off on foot through the park.
“He took my purse!”
“Sit down, Scully. We’ll get him.”
Just then, Mulder swings himself up into the driver seat of the carriage and takes the reigns from the outraged driver.
“Sir, you cannot be up here. You must go sit in the back.” The driver begins to take control of the reigns back when Mulder announces his intentions.
“I’m a Federal Agent, and I’ve just commandeered your vehicle. Either get down, or shut up.”
Mulder snaps the reigns and the horses take off through the snow covered hills of Central Park. Scully is thrown back into the seat as the carriage lurches forward.
“Mulder, *dear*! What are you doing?”
He hears the facetious tone in her voice and answers in kind.
“*Darling*, I’m trying to catch the creep who ran off with your purse. What does it look like I’m doing?”
Scully has to yell over the galloping of the horses hooves on the pavement.
“I understand that, *schnookums*, but you don’t think we could have pursued him better on foot? Do you even see him anymore?”
“If you would allow me to concentrate on the pursuit, I might be able to catch him yet, my little *sugarbear*.”
“Mulder, stop the carriage.” He hears the commanding tone in her voice, but refuses to give up.
“But, we just got started. You don’t know that we won’t catch him.” He tries to plead with her to let him continue the hunt.
“I don’t think the chase is really warranted in this instance. It really isn’t worth it for us to risk our lives and the lives of all of these civilians for a tube of lipstick and an extra pair of pantyhose.”
“Wha…what do you mean lipstick and pantyhose?”
“That’s my evening bag, Mulder. There isn’t anything of importance in it.”
Mulder brings the carriage to an abrupt halt and jumps down from the drivers seat.
“Then why the hell did you go and scream like you did?”
“Knee-jerk reaction. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d pull a Bruce Willis on me and go chasing the guy down like you've been cast in the latest ‘Die Hard’ movie.”
“My lady had been victimized. What did you expect me to do?”
“I’m cold, Mulder. Take me back to the hotel and warm me up.” She winks at him as she threads her arm through his and they begin to walk out of the park to find a cab.
~*~*~*~*~
December 17, 2000
2:04pm
LaGuardia Airport
“I’m gonna miss you, Scully.”
“What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“I’m going to find all my missing socks so that I’ll have complete pairs and won’t have to hunt for a matching set each morning.”
“Oh, Mulder! I promise to be back on the 26th. Will you meet me at Dulles?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. Say hello to Mom for me, and I guess to Bill also, though I doubt he’ll want to hear a greeting from me. And if that elusive brother - I think his name is Charles - you still claim to have is there, you can wish him a Merry Christmas from me also.”
“You do know I’d rather be here with you, don’t you?”
“You better get going. I’ll see you in eight days.”
I’ll call you every day that I’m gone. I promise.”
“Don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself. Have a wonderful Christmas. I’ll give you your present when you get back.”
“You bought me a present?”
“Of course! How else was I going to bribe you to come home?”
“I don’t need a present from you as a bribe, Mulder. Your body is enough of a temptation to make sure I get on that plane in a week. I love you.”
Scully steps up on her tiptoes and kisses Mulder goodbye. He watches her as she walks through the gate, and then stands before the window until he can no longer see the plane. He leaves the airport and heads for home to wait for her return.
~*~*~*~*~
December 24, 2000
Bill Scully's Residence
9:07pm
"Scully."
"Hi there, sexy. What are you wearing?" Scully smiles when she hears Mulder’s distant voice on her cell phone.
"Hello to you too."
"Whatcha doin'?"
"I just finished reading the misfortune of Cindy-Lou Who to my nephew."
"Cindy who-who?"
"Cindy-Lou Who. As in the Whoville Who's of Dr. Suess Land."
"Ahhhhh. I do not like green eggs and ham."
"Wrong story, Mulder."
"Oh. How long 'til I see you again?"
"I'll be home before you know it."
"Before I know it would be right now. I need you here with me, Scully."
"I need you too. I'll be there soon, I promise. You've lasted the whole week without me over there. One more day won't kill you."
"I'm not so sure about that. The overwhelming stench of my sock drawer begs to differ with you."
"I'll talk to you later, Mulder."
~*~*~*~*~
December 26, 2000
Dulles International Airport
11:35am
Scully walks out of the gate and nearly doubles over with laughter. Mulder is waiting for her amidst the throng of holiday travelers wearing a bright red Santa hat.
"What is on top of your head?"
"I wanted to be sure you saw me. I was worried that if you thought I stood you up, you would find some dashing, young, and gorgeous boytoy to go home with."
"Nah, I like my plain, old, unpretentious man better. You're much easier to keep up with."
When Mulder scoffs at her obvious pleasure of his discomfort, she quickly adds...
"Well, you try running in three inch heels and a skirt and see if you can keep up with me."
"Lets get you home. I'm tired of sharing you with other people. I want you all to myself for at least the next twenty-four hours."
"You lead the way, Santa!"
~*~*~*~*~
December 27, 2000
Apartment 42, Alexandria, VA
6:55am
"Wake up, Scully! Santa Clause came! You have to get out of bed so that we can open our presents! C'mon sleepyhead, wake up!"
"Uuuuuunnnnnggggg! You're worse than my nephew. He slept until at least seven on Christmas morning."
"Well, he didn't have a cute little redhead all wrapped up in bed next to him. If he got to unwrap you, I'm sure he would have been up earlier."
"Well, I guess you have a point, but you are sorely mistaken if you think I'm going to wait any longer to find out what's in that big box in the hall closet. So, let's go!"
"You weren't supposed to see that box. It was supposed to be a surprise."
"It will be - when I open it. Now let's go."
They seated themselves in front of the tree after Mulder lit a cozy fire in the hearth. They were like two children that could barely contain their excitement as they ripped the paper off the packages that had been stored beneath the tree.
Mulder tore the paper off of a present Scully handed him. He took the lid off the box, and eyeing the contents of the box, his movements stilled immediately.
"What in the world did you get me, Scully?" He asked in a voice that could have held a hint of fear.
"Don't you like them? I thought they were so cute. I couldn't resist when I saw them in the store."
"Whatever possessed you to buy such a gift? Whatever possessed you to buy such a gift for *me*?”
"Well, you don't have any, so I thought you could use some. You always look so cold sleeping in just your boxers."
"I do that so I have a reason to cuddle up next to you."
"Well, your cold feet puts quite a chill in the bed, Mulder. It's not good to have a chill when you're supposed to be getting hot."
"So, you're saying that seeing me in this monstrosity will turn you on?"
“I'm saying that I instantly thought of you when I saw them, therefore, I bought them. Now, go try them on for me."
"No way! I'm not putting these on. Whoever thought up the idea of red long-johns should be shot. Where's my gun?"
"C'mon! Just for a minute and then you'll never have to wear them again."
"NO!"
"If you put those on, I'll put on what you bought me...." Scully looks over at the black teddy nestled among the tissue paper.
"You'll finish opening your gifts in the gift I bought you?"
"If you go put on my gift."
Mulder reluctantly picks the offending garment out of the box and shuffles into the spare bedroom to put on the red flannel pajamas, while Scully scampers into her bedroom to put on the skimpy nightie.
Scully sighs when she hears him cry out from the bathroom.
"You have got to be kidding me! You cannot be serious! There're actually buttons on the back of this thing hiding my ass!"
"Just put it on and get that ass out here already."
Scully hears the bathroom door open and steels herself against the laughter she's sure will erupt upon seeing Mulder dressed as a toddler.
"Alright, you've seen me in it. I'm taking it off and burning it now."
"Not until I get that big box that's hidden in the closet."
"It's not exactly hidden if you know about it."
Mulder walks into the hall and retrieves the box from the floor of the closet. He hefts it up and begins walking gingerly back into the living room.
"Why are you walking like that, Mulder?"
"Because, this is a very expensive gift and I don't want to trip and fall and have it bre..."
Just then, Mulders foot gets caught in one of the ribbons on the floor. He stumbles and rights himself, takes a step backwards to regain his balance and trips over the ottoman that had been pushed to the side of the room to make space for the Christmas tree.
Scully watches as the box falls to the floor and cringes when she hears the contents shatter into many, many pieces.
"Are you okay, Mulder?"
"I'm fine. I knew something like this would happen. Damnit!"
"I'm sure it can be replaced. You still have the receipt, don't you? What was it, anyway?"
"It was a crystal spaceship."
A wha...what would I do with a crystal spaceship? Never mind a crystal spaceship that size?"
"I dunno. But when I saw it at Tiffany's, I thought you should have it."
"Tiffany's crystal? Mulder, why on earth....?"
"Nothing but the best for my girl." He replies with an impish grin.
"Here, let me help you up." Scully bends down to help Mulder to his feet and squeals with delight when he pulls her onto his lap.
"Mulder! We have to get cleaned up. We have to go meet the guys in an hour."
"Spoilsport. But at least I finally get to take this thing off."
As he stands up, Scully lets out a loud boisterous laugh.
"What? It's not enough that you bought me this thing, then made me put it on, but *now* you've got to laugh at me too?"
"I'm sorry! But you popped one of the buttons in your seat off. Half of your ass is hanging out!!!!"
"That's it. You wanna laugh at me? C'mere."
"uh-uh."
Scully takes off down the hall towards the bedroom with Mulder hot on her heels. It doesn't take him long to catch her, and when he does, he throws her onto the bed.
"We're going to be late, and the guys will just have to live with it."
~*~*~*~*~
Children's National Medical Center
Washington, DC
6:12pm
"Where have you guys been? We've been waiting for you for over two hours." The older man was obviously a little hot under the collar. And what a collar it was! Frohike was dressed to the nines as Old St. Nick in a red velvet suit with black buttons and fur lined cuffs.
"Sorry Hike, we got tied up with something." Mulder winks at Scully as he evades the little man's question.
"What's with the getups?" Scully could not keep the smirk from creeping across her eyes and lips.
"Well, Scully, we decided to give back to the community this year and thought it would be nice for the children if we dressed for the part." John Byers spoke in a low voice, dropping his head to his chest to hide his embarrassment from his friends when they saw him in the bright red skirt topped by an apron.
"Good idea, Byers. But couldn't you come up with a better costume than Mrs. Claus?"
"Well, these two bozos came down to the hospital first. Frohike got first dibs and Santa and Langley jumped at the chance to be an elf. By the time I made it down here, all that was left was the Mrs."
"Good grief! Who in their right mind would let the three of you anywhere near the innocent children?" Mulder's outcry of mock rage followed the group of festively dressed adults into the front doors of the hospital.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mulder. It's nice to know we can count on you when we need you."
"Sensitive there, ole boy?" Mulder pats Byers on the shoulder as they walk down the hall of the hospital towards the recreation room where the children eagerly await their holiday surprise.
After handing out the bag of goodies to all the children, they decide an impromptu concert of Christmas Carols will help to brighten the day of the gloomy children even more. Langley shouts out to the crowd of children asking for any requests.
A small boy undergoing chemotherapy raises his hand high above his head. When called upon, he enthusiastically calls out the name of his favorite holiday medley. The room falls quiet as the trio of Santa Helpers, clear their throats and begin to sing as one.
"Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You may say there's no such thing as reindeer, but as for me and Grandpa, we believe…."
Forty-Five minutes and three sore throats later, the entourage of holiday spirits leave to the sounds of happy voices still singing "Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer" and "Jingle Bells", trying to keep up the festive atmosphere for as long as possible.
The groups split up in the parking lot and wave to each other through foggy windows.
The first car contains three wise men, who continue on a long journey, not quite sure why they follow the brightest light, only knowing it’s the right thing to do. Their gifts may not be gold, frankincense and mir, and they will not be placed before a tiny babe in a manger, but the message they bring will be just as graciously received.
The other car contains a couple, honest and good, searching for their place in the world. And although she is not being led on a donkey, swollen with child, their path has been just as arduous. And just like as couple long before them, they have also been turned away and forced to submit to undesirable circumstances. They too will never give up, no matter how many doors are closed in their faces. They also follow the path of the brightest star knowing it will safely lead them home.
END
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. Have a safe and Happy Holiday Season. Thanks for reading!
This fic was written in response to the following fanfic challenge:
Something fun. It can be rated anywhere from G to NC-17. I am a true MSR fan and that's obvious on my site so ............. I admit that I would do a full body cringe if Krychek or Doggett or anyone else was the love interest in the story. And, yes, it can be an X-Files.
So here ya go. The story needs to have the following elements:
1. A ride in a horse drawn carriage
2. snow angels (the full body ones we did as kids)
3. a reference to Suzy Lou Who (from the Grinch cartoon)
4. a trip over furniture a la Rob Petrie (the old Dick Van Dyke show)
5. Eskimo kisses
6. red flannel pj's (they don't have to stay on!! Or be worn at all!!) or the red long john's with the seat out (LOL!!)
7. The Lone Gunmen singing a Christmas carol of your choice
and
***Added Bonus points*** if you can throw my name in their! Uh, my name is Kimpa. I am a fanfic-aholic and I've never been mentioned in a fanfic.
Finally at no point should the words "FOX" or "DANA" be used unless Mrs. Scully says them.
Is that challenge enough for ya??
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