My Favorite Fan-Phic!
Inspired by my buddy, thanx!!!, who once said, "Reality is for people who have no imagination" and I totally agree with her.
Author: Tiffanie
Feedback: Oh yesss please!!! I would really apprieciate it. even flames are liked better then nothing. all is wrapped loveingly with bubble paper and put away to keep and revise with.
Arhcive: HEHE, where else but on the set of The X -Files? Would love that!!!
Rating: ummmm, nothing!! no sex, no drugs, I was really calm on this one. (hehe)
Summery: Agent Scully and Mulder are left off after a strange case about a man who could camoflouge himself into his surroundings, an X-File in himself, who is undecidedly expalianed as a missing link. (This has no relevency to the rest of the story, please do not get confused)
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West Brooke Hospital, Maryland 5:oo P.M Agent Mulder's room
"Mulder?" A faint whisper the voice seemed to him, light-years away, until it gradually grew louder, and the sweet voice of his personal angel brought him back to earth, "Scully?" Came his muffled voice, "Where am I?" Her lips moved as she smiled in relief, "It's ok, your fine. Your in the hospital, Mulder, you hit your head." She grinned again, looking into his deep, confused hazel eyes, "What do you remember?" She asked, getting down to the professional level. "Anything?" He thought a minute, trying to take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital, no doubt about that, lying in the usual white-clad bed, with instruments buzzing and beeping around him. Then he registered something else, something much more comforting. Scully's soft, ivory hands holding his, cupping them in warmth. But there was something different, in the way she smiled, in her touch. He stared at her hands disbelieving, was he really seeing this? A thin gold ring encercled her finger, enhanced by a elegant engagement ring. It glitters happily on her ring finger, catching the light in the diamond, sending light spectrums across her hand. "Mulder? Do you remember anything?" She asked again. He could only shake his head numbly. Scully gave him a look of worry, "We were on a case, the suspect ran, you pursued, I was busy holding the other..." "And I was side swiped, yeah I remember now. Did you get him?" He asked, shutting his eyes at the vague memory, shutting the ring out of his sight. He wanted to yell, to scream, to ask her what had happened. "Maybe it's all a dream, maybe it's not a wedding ring, who is this guy she is marrying? And does he deserve her?" She sighed in relief, "No, I didn't, but local P.D. picked him up a couple hours ago, he is in for some serious charges. I mean, serious. I wonder how he hid like that? And I don't think he could camoflauge himself Mulder," Then she turned to an on looking nurse. "When can he go?" After a few hours of signing documents and a few tests, Mulder was as free as a bird, well, a bird in a loose cage. "Scully, I can drive," He complained, still eyeing the ring, wondering how to start a conversation about it. She just snickered, "Still have to be the big man huh? Well, not this time soldier, your wounded," With that, she opened the passenger door of their rental car for him, and he grudgingly sat in. "You don't have to patronize me you know," He muttered, after she let herself in the driver's side. She just smiled, "Oh Mulder, you are overreacting as usual. I wasn't patronizing you," She got a sharp glance from Mulder, "Much." She added, looking at him and grinning. Scully laid her hand upon Mulder's once more, rubbing it reassuringly, and looking in his eyes with her deep pools of blue. He finally smiled back, telling her she was forgiven, and with that, they drove the rest of the way home. Mulder was fast asleep, his slender, lanky arms crossed over his chest as Scully drove down a dark street, lit only by a few street lights. Finally, the car stopped, backed up, and parked. "Mulder, we're here,"She whispered gently into his ear. He awoke, and followed her up a path. Only when he heard the sound of a fence open, did he realize he didn't know where he was. But still he followed the sleek figure in front of him, past a small lawn, up a few concrete steps. Waited while she pulled out keys and slid one in the lock, waited while she pulled open the door and stepped inside. He stood dumbfounded as she switched on the lights, to reveal a homley-looking livingroom. Not very lived in looking. Scully, not noticing his disorientation, put down her bags and headed up the nearby staircase. "Mulder I'm getting in a shower OK?" She called without waiting for an answer, only heading to the bathroom and turning on the faucets. Meanwhile, downstairs, Mulder looked around the room, observing. He wasn't thinking, mainly because he didn't understand, "Why did Scully bring me here and not home?" He wondered, and then something caught his eyes, something strange. A picture, a photo, of a memory he didn't have. Of Scully and himself. A family portrait it seemed, he in a gray sweater, her in a light blue blouse. He held his hands loosely on her shoulders, and she smiled happily in front of him. They were both young, he guessed it was taken two years after they became partners..."But this is impossible," He muttered to himself, "I never took a picture like this with Scully," But then his eyes met another picture. It stood, in a silver frame, on the fireplace mantel, proud and glowing. He picked it up, now starting to sweat, he stared at it, unbelieving, and he looked around again, now face to face with more memories, more smiling faces in frames on the wall. His head started to spin. Mulder was beyond confused, he looked once more at the picture in his hand, and looked into the eyes of himself, dressed in a formal black suit, holding hands with his redheaded partner all dressed in an elaborate gown of white. They stood happily in front of an alter of ivory white stone.
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Having sat down on the nearest couch, realizing his legs were becoming a bit unstable to stand on. Was this reality? He wondered, feeling very misplaced, "O.K. It's a wedding photo..." he mumbled lightly to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Something wrong Mulder?" Scully asked with concern in her voice. "No, it's just beautiful," He murmered, motioning to the picture and looking in her eyes. She smiled warmly, and took the photo in her own hands. Smiling down at it, "Yeah, the wedding was perfect."She agreed. "No," He replied, "I meant you." She smiled warmly, and after replacing the picture, sits down next to him. "I thought we agreed not to do that." "Do what?" He asked. "Become all mushy, do that. You remember?" She smiled, leaning against him. He just smiled thinly, not sure what to think now. Then he finally noticed the ring on his own finger, matching gold bands. They had matching gold bands. He couldn't believe it, he didn't know who to begin to believe. They were married, he was married to Scully, who was smiling at him lovingly. He sat with his mouth open in utter disbelief, in complete shock. "Mulder?" "Huh?" "Honey is something wrong?" Honey?!? He chuckled lightly, and slowly shook his head no, listening to the consern in her voice. His partner's vioce, Scully's voice. It all seemed so unreal... "Are you sure? You are really quiet... you look like you've seen a ghost." She was starting to get really worried now, hoping he hadn't starting forming some plan, some revelation on another conspricy...she waited for him to start rattling off these obscurities...but they never came. "Mulder?" He finally looked at her, "Huh?" "Are you sure you're OK?" "Yeah," He smiled, "I'm fine." She just nodded and stood up. "Well I'm going to bed, are you coming?" "Ummm," Go to bed with Scully?!? "Yeah I'll be there in a minute OK?" She just nodded, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and headed back upstairs. Even though Mulder said he'd be up in a minute, he spent the whole night watching home-movies. He started off with the wedding video. It began focusing in on Mulder, he was getting ready befor the wedding, looking slightly nervous and jumpy. Looking handsome in his black tux, he kept tying and untying his tie, straightning this and adjusting that. Until the man behind the camera started to talk. "Mulder will you knock it off? You'r making me nervous for christ's sake!" Came Langly's voice behind the camcorder. Mulder just sighed, "What do you have to be nervous about? Your not the one getting married in 20 minutes..." "I don't think any woman in her right mind would want to marry him..." Frohike snikered from the left of the camera, out of view. Until the camera focused on him. The Mulder watching was surprised to see him dressed in a matching best man's suit, looking, well, normal. Then he saw Byer's wlk up to the other Mulder, in again a matching suit. "Oh god," He thought, "I must've picked all of them for my best mans!" The tape continued, showing small talk for about 5 minutes, then Langly left Mulder's room, and found Scully's. "Hey, is everyone decsent in there?!" He called, knocking on the door. Then came the reply, "Come in Langly." And when he stepped in, there stood Scully, in a beautiful wedding gown. She was beautiful from her head to her feet. Scully's hair was twisted and pulled to the back of her head, acsented by a little baby's breath here and there, her long, lace viel waited on a nearby chair. Her dress was long sleeved, with a v-neck top, showing off her graceful cross necklace. It was tight at the bodice, showing off her figure wonderfully, and then the skirt floated down, like a billowing cloud around her. It reached the floor, as if she were poised, not touching the ground at all. She smiled happily at the camera. "Hi Langly." "Well, well," He began, "Special Agent Dana Scully of the F.B.I, you look great!" She smiled agian, "Thanks." Right then Ms.Scully bustled up to her daughter,smiling broadly. "Hey Ms. Scully's mom, you look very nice." Langly charmed, acting for the camera. "Why thank you Fox's friend. Speaking of, now that you are getting married, you are not going to call him Mulder are you?" She did'nt even get to answer, she kind of got interrupted. "Yeah what's up with that anyway?" He chimed. "You call him that too!" She protested. "Yeah," He agreed," But I'm allowed." Mulder couldn't help but laugh. Finally the service began, both of them looking nervous right up to the part where they said "I do." Then it looked as if they knew everything was alright, everything was going to be fine, they were doing the right thing. Mulder's breath was taken away when he saw himself kiss Scully passionatly, after the revrend said, "You may..." Then came the cheers, the hugs, the hand shakes, and the kisses on the cheeks. Then came the party afterwards, where Mike Scully actually shook Mulder's hand, a quick, breif shake, but it was a start. Everyone was there, Skinner, his mom, her family, even the ever infamous brother Charles... Then there where homevideos of their new house, the first Christmas in their new house, and ect. It was well after 8:00 that Saturday morning when Scully came downstairs to find him asleep on the couch, the remote in his hand, watching their first New Year's party at their house. She turned off the video, turned off the T.V., and took the remote from Mulder's hand. "Mulder?" She whispered, sitting on the floor in front of him. "Hmmm?" Came his sleepy reply. He became fully awake when she started kissing him on the lips, and put her hand on his cheek. He wasn't sure whether or not to kiss her back, or what. So he decided, "What the hell? Just go with it Mulder." And did. They made breakfast, eggs, bacon, home-fries, toast, the works. they talked mostly about the case, and about how to redo the bathroom. Finally, "Um, Scully?" "Yeah?" She asked, between sips of coffee. "We are married correct?" "Well, I should hope so." "Then why do you still call me Mulder?" "Why do you still call me Scully?" He smiled at that, " I forget, remind me." "Because you cam, remember?" "Ahh yes, now I do. No seriously, why do we?" "Well, when we introduce ourselves at work, we say Agent Mulder, and Scully, as not to confuse anyone...so I guess we are just used to it." She explained. "Oh," He relied, "Well, did'nt we even try?" "Yeah for like the first week of our marriage. Total disaster...you remember." "Yeah," He smiled, "I do." She grinned back, then frowned slightly. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "What's wronge?" Slight laugh, "Nothing, why?" Slight agitation, "Don't you nothing me I have been though more Fluke-men, little, green men, and at least thousands of hospital visits for various gun wounds, animal bites, head injury, and ect," She paused to take in a breath, "To know when something is wronge with you." He smiled weakly. "Nothing Scully, really." Now she looked hurt, "Mulder, I love you OK? You know that you can trust me, remember, trust? Thats what we survive on." "And love?" He asked quietly. Her eyes brightened up as she beamed again. "Yeah Mulder, love. Definatly love." With that she hugged him forivingly, but still feeling something was up. Something was almost...strange, about him."Mulder, strange?" She thought to herself, attempting to shake off the uneasiness she felt. But she couldn't help but feel precarious. Mulder was unsure as how to react to her outright affection, this was all new to him. Or at least, he wasn't sure. How he had even got there, how this all came to be, how Scully was...his. Or, the other Mulder's. He silently prayed with the pitiful amount of faith he could muster that it was true, that he miraceuoasly married Scully, that she did indeed love him. Then his life's dream would be complete. But he still yearned for the memories she shared with her Mulder, with the man she married. What good is this life without the memories of their first kiss? Their first real, "I love you". The memory of the first time they made love, everything. When he proposed, oh how Mulder yearned for the memory, the look in her eyes, the beating of his heart, thats always how her pictured it. "Maybe this is a dream world," He mused, "Or the future." Then, upon looking in his love's eyes, he replied, "Scully?" "Yeah?" "There is something wrong." Brief fright, at what he might say, "What Mulder? Tell me." "I don't remember." Confusion, "Remember what?" "Ummm, well," Serious hesitation, "I can't remember, I cant remember, where I put my sunflower seeds." Now really confused, "What?!?" "I have no idea where I put them." "There is a bag in the cabinet, like always." She replied, suspiciously. Showing great gratitude, "Oh, thanks," And getting up to retrieve them. He couldn't help it. he knew he was being selfish, but he wanted this life, this house, these memories, this Scully, the Dana Katherine Mulder . His wife, his wonderful wife......
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Living room one hour later "Honey?" "Yeah Scully?" "Umm, I wanted to give you this, for your birthday I mean." "Holy shit, It's my birthday?!?" He thought with anguish, "Then why aren't we celebrating?" "What is it?" He asked instead, smiling happily. "Well here," She replied, handing him a small rectangular box, "Open it." He removed the string and blue wrapping paper to reveal a necklace box. He looked up at her wish curiosity. She beamed, "Open it." She urged. He flipped open the black lid, to expose a thin gold chin, and a gold cross. He looked at her again to protest, "But Scully..." She shook her head cutting him off, "That ones not mine Mulder," She held out the one on her neck, "That one is for you." He looked at it closely, holding it up in the light. He could see that this chain was thicker, and the cross was more masculine. "Mulder I know you are not religious, but I gave that to you so you would be more of a part of me, then you already are I mean, to let you know I am always with you, always." He felt hot tears come to his eyes. "Scully?" He asked, almost in tears. "Yeah?" "I love you so much!" He bursted, taking her in a warm embrace, and sobbing for all he was worth. He knew he couldn't keep lying to her, he loved her too much, but how? How could he tell her? So many feelings were chasing each other through his mind, so many regrets, hopes, dreams, and memories. Scully smiled brightly as she said, "Happy Birthday Mulder, always remember everything OK? Everything, hold it dear." "I know, " He mumbled, closing his eyes and feeling tears run down his face like hot rivers. "I know Scully, and I will, I will."
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A faint noise, seemingly far, but getting closer. With each passing moment it came clearer to him, closer, more understandable... "Mulder?" Came the hushed but worried voice. "Mulder can you hear me?" He opened his eyes, and confusion rushed in. "Scully?" He looked up to see a smiling face, with conscern etched into her eyes, "Hey, how do you feel?" "Whats going on?" He asked, panicking, "Where am I? What happened?" "Calm down, your fine. Your at the hospital Mulder, your going to be fine." "What? "He asked unbeleiving, then he thought about what happened, about the other Scully... His hand reached up for his neck, and he found no cross. Then he reached for Scully, who took his hand in her's, no rings, no rings. He was back, back to what he knew, where he could make it happen,where he was in control. "What do you feel like Mulder?" She asked affectionatly. "I feel like making memories Scully, great ones." She smiled, "Memories Mulder? What kind of memories?" "Happy ones Scully, with you."
Last time on Tiffvision.... Mulder had went through some strange phase that he couldn't, nor attempted to, explain. Leaving him questioning the course his life was taking, and the outcome, or who, it would end with. Replying to Scully, "I feel like making memories Scully, great ones." She had smiled and said,"Memories Mulder? What kind?" "Great ones with you." Now where will I take this?????
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Mulder stared hopefully into Scully's bright blue eyes. For once, he felt he could not read her expression, he was worried, was she? He tried to shake it off, the feeling of doubt and fear that hung over his shoulders, like a thick carpet. He set his jaw, determined. He had gone this far, why not give it a shot? "Mulder?" She asked lightly, feeling his dicomfert though the invisable pact they had. "Are you Ok?" He nodded his head gently, and took her hand. He brushed his fingers across the top of her hand, so effortlessly, no pressure at all. She barley felt it, what she did feel was the hard thumping of her heart. It felt as if it was ready to jump out of her chest. "I'm fine Scully,"He replied, barely above a whisper. Mulder studied her hand as he held it, examining it as if he had never seen a finer creature in his life. Her heart continued to pound violently in her rib cage, warning her that she better find out where he was going with this. "Mulder?" "Hmm?" He asked, hypnotised by her hand. "What's up?" He looked at her face, confused for a moment, then got back to reality. "Oh, oh. I..I feel..." The suspence was killing Scully. "I feel like I have just had a life changing experience." He chose his words carefully, trying not to sound crazy, "What that experience actually was, eludes me. My point is, I am not happy with the way my life is going, where it is headed." "Where's that?" She asked, heavy tears threatening her eyes. "No where, fast and basically alone." Then he looked up at her, into her eyes, and added gratefully, "Except for you. You Know what's funny?" He added with a chuckle, "I always figured you'd be there, you know? Like forever. Me and you. Me, screaming after little theories, and you carving them open to show me the lie inside. I never figured you wanted to get married, not until recently anyway. Then you wouldn't have time to chase me around, and I couldn't drag you. You wouldn't be Scully, you would have the name of some guy, some guy who deserves you. As if that is possible, I don't think anyone deserves you..."He took a breather, giving her time to assess everything said. "Mulder..."She began sypathically, "No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep me from chasing you. It's what I do." "Now," He pointed out,"But not when you find Mr.Right, not then. Look at us Scully! People our age already have families! Kids, husbands, wives, inlaws!!" Then he added more sadly, "And I know how much you want them, I do too. But you have a much better chance then I do." He took both of her hands, and finally got up the nerve, "Your easy to love Scully, I know. I've loved you since you first walked in my door, and became a part of me. But Scully, tell me. Who would, who could, love Spooky Mulder?" With that, he sadley stood up, and headed for the bathroom. She had tears in her eyes, and thoughts, feelings buzzed around her head. She stood up abruptly, facing his back. "I do Mulder." He turned and looked at her painfully through sad hazel eyes. "I love Spooky Mulder. I love everything about him. His strength, his heart, his intellegents. If his stupid sunflower seed obbsession. Mulder,"She replied, moving towards him and taking his shaking hands in hers, "I love you." They stood like that for some time, not knowing what to do, how to react. So many emotions flying through the air, so many released feelings among the pair. They felt the weight of those truths lift from their shoulders, only to be burdened with so many questions, "Is it true? What shall we do now? Is this going to change everythng?" Finally Mulder gave a small smile, "I feel better now, don't you?" She smiled and shook her head yes. "Can I ask you something?" He requested. "Sure." She answered. "Can I kiss you now? Or is a bee going to have to die again?" With that the both laughed, and their lips touched, lightly, romantically. And nothing could have broken that kiss, that single, first kiss. Nothing mattered, not even the turning of the earth, nor the pounding rain, not even the blushing nurse who stood in the doorway of the hospital room, ready to give Mulder a shot. She watched as the two kissed, admiring the calmness of the kiss. No sexual yearning present, just gentle, long due kisses. She wondered how long they had been married.....
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