Title: Ironic Miracles
Author: Lisa Cole
Category: V, post-ep for Requrium, slight Mulder toned humor. Slight songfic. Don’t run. It’s good really.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I HAD to write a reunion fic after all the WONDERFUL ones I read on the XFC mailing list.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn’t surf, and my name wasn’t Chris, so I guess that means they’re not mine. I’m not Alanis either.
Thanks: To Darkstar. A fellow aspiring writer!! ThanX so much for the feedback.

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It’s like rain on your wedding day.
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid.
It’s the good advice that you just can’t take.
Who would have thought? It figures.
Isn’t it ironic?
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Mulder
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I stand in complete awe. I’m frozen, utterly and completely frozen. I can’t move. I don’t really know what happened. I blinked, and in a micro second I was simply standing in my hallway. Apartment 42, yup, that’s me.

Everything has been a complete daze. I don’t know how long I have been gone ...The things that I saw are indescribable. But all I kept thinking about was Scully ... Scully ...Scully. Oh God, where is she? I have to find her. Tell her I’m actually back. My mind starts to rush in a panicked haze, running, running, twisting, spinning....

Suddenly, as if the good lord himself could feel my panic, (I’m getting religious. What the hell did they do to me up there?) I hear that all too familiar noise: click click click. Could it really be her?

Oh God. I almost feel like jumping up and down like a teenager on a sugar high. It’s her, it’s really her!! But she hasn’t noticed me yet. Her head is bowed, and she’s looking through some papers. Oh, the trouble she must have gone through trying to find me. Don’t worry Scully, I think. No more ..... Oh lord. Her overcoat just swung open... Could it be?

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Scully
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It’s been 7 months since Mulder’s been missing, and with each passing day, my belly gets bigger, and my essence emptier. I just came from The Lone Gunman’s with some new files to look over, but I really don’t think they are going to help. At this point, I think only a miracle is the answer. I never would have even admitted to saying such a thing years ago, but Mulder changed my entire outlook on this life ...Miracles are possible.

I feel like someone is watching me. I feel eyes bore into me like nails into wood. I grab hold of my gun on instinct, and jerk my head up, ready to fight fire.

Oh Lord. Oh My Lord. Mulder? I must be hallucinating. I have learned in these seven months that pregnancy does do strange things to the mind. I’ve had some of the most surreal dreams of my life these past seven months; majestic mountains swallowing me, chasing buildings, drowning in my own tears, . I find myself craving pickles and rocky road ice cream; Mulder’s sunflower seeds and cream cheese. I will never understand it.

I must really be losing my mind. This unearthly vision my mind has created is moving towards me. But all I can do is stand, like some monument in remembrance of the sanity I used to hold, but now I am slowly but surely losing grasp of.

“Scully?”

It’s talking to me. I really have lost myself. Is this what love is? Losing yourself to insanity?

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Mulder
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“Scully?”

Why isn’t she saying anything? She’s just standing there, her eyes in a glaze, her lips moving in a silent prayer to herself. It’s worse than I thought. My disappearance has literally left her crazed.

“Scully, it’s all right now.”

I move towards her slowly, as to not startle her trance. I can see her hand grasping her gun. I would prefer to run, but I have come this far without dying, lord knows it would be a tragedy to be killed by the very person who has kept me alive all this time. Talk about irony. I can hear it now, “It’s like rain on your wedding day. It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid. It’s the good advice that you just can’t take. It’s your partner shooting you, when you’ve almost made it ...”

I finally reach her, and am greeted with widened blue saucers of amazement, of fear. Oh, the fear.

“Don’t be scared, Scully. It’s me. I’m back. I’m home.”

Like a light burst in her brain, like china crashing on the kitchen floor, she screams, and tears like oil, slow and black, rip from her eyes. “Mulder!!” Her arms fly around my neck, and I am caught in a death grip of love.

“Miracles are possible.”
And she seizes my mouth, I absorb her, and as always, I relish in the ironic miracle that is our love.