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Yesterday
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk

Rating: G I think but I really don't know!

Spoilers: Requiem 

Keywords:  Post-Requiem, MSR

Disclaimer:  These characters belong to the 
wonderfully talented Mr Carter and all at 
Fox and 1013. 

Archive:  Anywhere just please keep my name 
and e-mail attached, but please-no flames! 

Summary:  In the days before the birth of 
her child Scully has little to do except 
reflect upon the past.

Feedback:  On my knees and begging for it.

Author's Notes: This is a VERY short story 
that was written in a complete burst so by 
the time I have posted it will be too late 
to do anything about it!  Please read PLEASE 
respond!  Dedicated to all my shippers 
especially Liz, Jill and Kelly cos they're 
the best and Pippa cos she got me hooked in 
the first place!  PS.  Some of the timing 
may be a bit wrong and I have no idea how 
to spell that Theresa person's name...sorry!

Yesterday

Starbuck_Jayne

Scully realised that there must be moments 
at some point in everyone's lives when it 
seemed that something much more constructive 
was waiting to be done, and instead of 
getting on with the task in hand they chose, 
or were forced to, idle away the time 
instead.

Outside her window flakes of wet snow fell 
past on their way to the streets of 
Washington below, covering the city in a 
dirty grey slush that wasn't that uncommon 
at the end of winter, but it *was* closer to 
spring time now.  The baby was due in a few 
days, rather than weeks, time and Skinner 
had refused to let Scully go into work, 
which is how she came to be lying on her 
sofa, wrapped in the afghan.  She watched 
the flames of the fire that crackled in the 
grate, momentarily captivated by the way in 
which they danced around the hearth and 
licked at the chimney.  Her book lay on the 
floor beside her, along with a pad of paper 
and a pen she had been using to write a 
letter to Mulder.  Writing to him gave her 
strength, but to let him read them would 
make her feel weak, so she had thrown her 
work on the fire.

Frustrated by the fact that there was 
nothing she could do to help him in this 
state, she had simply prayed for his safe 
return instead.  It would have been nice if 
he could have been there for the birth of 
their child but she knew that would be 
impossible.  Even if her partner returned 
tomorrow she knew from the state in which 
Theresa Hoese had been found that he 
wouldn't be able to be there.

Before he had left for Oregon he had been to 
her apartment to say goodbye and drop off 
some paperwork.  Her mother had always told 
her that when she was pregnant, even before 
any tests had been carried out, she had 
known she was going to have a baby.  Dana 
had laughed, the doctor in her scorning the 
idea of women's intuition.  Yet, when she 
returned from Bellefleur and was still 
having dizzy spells, she knew it had to be 
more than just the fact that she was a 
supposed alien abductee.  She hadn't 
believed it of course, well, not really,
but something inside her still told her 
she should tell Mulder all the same.

Just as he was leaving she had stopped him, 
placing a nervous hand on his shoulder which 
caused him to turn around and look directly 
at her.

"Mulder, I..."

"What is it, Scully?"

"I...oh, it's nothing, Mulder.  I'll tell you 
when you get back."  She smiled somewhat 
meekly and he laid a hand on her shoulder.

"You're sure you're alright?  You will go 
and get checked over by a doctor, won't 
you?"

"I'm fine, Mulder," she said automatically, 
"you'd better be going-Skinner won't be 
pleased if he has to wait for much longer!"

Mulder grinned and kissed the top of her 
head.

"Take care...I'll see you soon."

His promise echoed in her memory and she 
drew the afghan tighter around herself.  Her 
mom would be back soon with the shopping.  
Scully would be glad of the conversation-at 
least work had given her an excuse to keep 
busy and stop focussing on the past.  She 
finally understood what Mulder must have 
gone through with Samantha, and remembered a 
time when she'd found him on her sofa late 
one night, seemingly so deep in thought that 
he appeared not to notice her at first.  

He was exactly where she had expected to find 
him-watching some corny '70s horror movie 
and cracking sunflower seeds.  She slid onto 
the sofa next to him, clutching a mug of tea 
of which she took a sip before beginning to 
speak.

"Y'ok, Mulder?"  She watched as he lowered 
his gaze to hers and smiled softly as he 
placed his arm loosely about her shoulders.

"Just thinking," he said, giving her 
shoulders a gentle squeeze and kissing the 
top of her head.

"'Bout what?" she asked, not moving her head 
from its resting-place just below his 
shoulder.

"I love you, Scully.  You know that don't 
you?"

Scully did not reply-instead she just smiled 
and gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze.

"And everything's going to be alright..." he 
told her.

Two months later...he was gone.

The End

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