| "To a nice, quiet restaurant in Washington DC where we can dance and eat the night away." Mulder said. He took Scully's coat off the rack and helped her into it as he spoke. "I didn't think there was such a thing as a quiet restaurant in Washington DC." "We'll see." Mulder whispered. He led her outside and into his car. They were completely silent on the way there until they parked in the restaurant parking lot. "Mulder, I have to say that I'm feel a little weird about being here with you tonight." Scully said sitting in Mulder's car. Mulder squeezed her hand and she knew everything was going to be okay. This wasn't like the other times when they would sit together for hours waiting for a criminal to come out of a house. This was different, this time they were a couple. They walked into the restaurant in silence. Mulder hooked Scully's arm threw his. A waiter met them at the counter. "Can I help you?" The man asked. He had a French accent, which was most likely fake. "I have a reservation under Fox Mulder for two." Mulder said. The man checked a list and nodded. "Please follow me." The man said. He bent his elbow so his hand was in front of his chest. Scully stifled a laugh not being able to remember the last time she was at a restaurant that had fancy waiters. The man led them to a table for two. There was a beautiful rose in the middle in a crystal vase. A white candle was next to the flower. To Scully, it was the perfect setting for their last night together. "My name is Benjamin, I'll be your waiter this evening. Can I start you with a drink?" The waiter asked. "I'll have a white wine." Scully said. The man handed them both a menu. "And for you sir?" The man asked. "I'll have the same." Mulder answered. He didn't even bother to look at the menu. He was too busy staring at Scully. She looked so beautiful. Why haven't I ever noticed it before, he asked himself but then he realized that sheds always been beautiful, she had just never showed it in this way. Scully looked up into his eyes realizing he was staring at her. He looked down and opened his menu. Mulder's cheeks blushed a little and Scully kept a smile to herself. Was he checking me out, or was it my imagination, she wondered. The waiter returned a few minutes later. He gathered their menus and took out a little pad and pen. "What can I get for you, sir?" Benjamin asked. "I'll have the chicken corduamblere." Mulder said. "I'll have the same." Scully said without having to be asked. After about a half-hour the food was served. Mulder and Scully had nothing to talk about. Every day the saw each other and talked about cases or anything having to do with the paranormal. Their personal lives were something very different. They hardly ever spoke about their emotions or feelings. They finished eating about an hour later. Scully downed the last of her wine and smiled at Mulder. He took the smile to be a sign. He stood up and walked to Scully's side of the table. He held out his hand and took her hand in his. She stood up and walked with him to the dance floor. Mulder entwined his hand through hers. It was a light touch unlike those so many days when Scully was taken from him. When all he could do was hold her hand to bring her back. Mulder took his hand and wrapped it around her waist. She put her hand on his shoulder. They danced slowly around other couples. A new song came on. This time it was a woman. Scully recognized it as Leanne Rhymes. The lyrics slid through Scully's mind. How do I get through one life without you, if I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be? Oh I need you in my arms need you to hold, you're my world my heart my soul if you ever leave, baby you would take away everything good in my life, and tell me now how do I live without you I want to know, how do I breathe without you if you ever go, how do I ever, ever survive, how do I, how do oh how do I live? Scully leaned her head on Mulder's shoulder. Even with her heels she was still inches shorter than he was. A tingle went down Mulder's spine. He pushed her closer to him so there was no space between them. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "This song tells everything I've always wanted to be able to say to you. How am I going to live without you, Scully?" Mulder whispered. Scully didn't know how to respond. She looked up at him and realized their lips were barely centimeters apart. She could tell Mulder was looking to close the gap but she couldn't let him. She couldn't let herself. "Not here." She managed to croak out. She pulled away from him and ran. She went outside and realized it was snowing. There was already about two inches of snow on the ground. She ran down the street. "Scully!" Mulder shouted after her. When she didn't stop Mulder ran after her. "Dana!" He yelled. She stopped short in her tracks. She turned around. Her face was stricken with smeared makeup. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Mulder, I can't let you do this." She said. "I don't want to not do this, Scully. I lov…" Mulder began, "Please…Mulder…don't." He couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes. She looked so hurt. He could tell she wanted to but that she wouldn't let him. He needed to prove himself to her before she went away, forever. He leaned towards her and though she began to speak, he continued. Their lips were slightly apart and then he lowered his head. Their lips met in a shear moment of brilliance. Mulder felt a tingle through his whole head. Scully tried not to part her lips but she couldn't help it. His taste melted her and she parted her lips. Mulder kissed her slightly at first but then more deeply. She could feel his tongue inside her mouth but she didn't return the gesture. She wanted to but she wouldn't. She stepped back leaving Mulder wanting to feel her body pressed against his, to feel her sweet lips against his. "Mulder…I…" Scully began unable to speak after the sweat surge that filled her entire body. "You'll freeze out here, Scully. I'm going to take you to my apartment." Before Scully could say anything he continued. "It's closer and the snow is coming down hard. I want to make sure you'll be okay." Scully nodded but took the hint that Mulder wanted to do more than make sure she was 'okay'. Mulder took her hand and led her back to the car. They drove to his apartment but no one said a word. Mulder parked in the garage under his apartment and led her upstairs. "You should change into these." Mulder walked into his bedroom and brought back a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. Instead of saying anything, Scully just walked into the bathroom and changed. She came out a few minutes later dressed in Mulder's clothes. She walked to the window and gazed outside. Mulder walked out of his bedroom with Jeans and a T-shirt on. "What are you looking at?" He asked. "The snow." Scully paused and walked over to Mulder's couch. She sat down and he sat next to her. "There's probably no snow in Houston." "You're right, there's probably not." Mulder said. He took his arm and put it on the couch over Scully's body. "I was just thinking about all the things I'm going to miss here. The people, the places, all the things that I loved to do. How do I say good bye? When they told me we hadn't accomplished anything in the past six years, it killed me. Your life is in those files." "Our lives, Scully. We accomplished more than you think. We found my sister…" "But maybe getting away from the X-Files will help me and you. It will give us both a chance to broaden our horizons." "I don't want to broaden my horizon, Scully, I want to work with you." Mulder said. He put his hand on her cheek and caressed her hair. He bent his mouth over hers and kissed her. "I love you, Scully." He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it to show a small, diamond ring. Scully gasped, knowing what Mulder was going to say. "Will you marry me?" He asked. It took her a momen to respond. "As long as you promise to never leave me." She said. "I would never." He answered. They kissed again and then both smiled knowing their lives were finally complete. Time for a short author's note. First, let me start off by thanking all of my friends: Ashley...thank you for being my best friend for ten years, Breanne...thank you for being there for me for ten years even though you don't watch the X-Files, Kristin....thank you for always being there as my writing buddy and truly understanding how swearing makes a story better, Mary....thank you for listening to me in homeroom and always being there for me, Meghan....thank you for being there for me for the past year and for at least pretending that you like the X-Files, Sara...thank you for listening to my constant blabbering on Monday mornings and for watching the X-Files, Sheena...thank you for urging me to keep writing and taking the time to listen to me, my sisters...thank you for always taking care of me and being there for me, my parents...thank you for encouraging me and letting me becoming obsessed with the X-Files, and lastly Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny for being the best actors you could be and for making my life what it is. Well, hope you enjoyed my story and please e-mail me your comments and suggestions! |