Title: The Gift
Author: Nadine :)
Archive: Pleeze! Just drop me a line ok?
Email: yayoi@animepalace.zzn.com
Rating: PG- 13 I'd say
Categories: MSM, Scully POV, post-XF, Valentine fic, V
Spoilers: hmmm... well you should know what happened in Closure.
Summary: A gift on a special day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never gonna be mine. *sigh* So what?
A note at the end of the story...
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The Gift (1/1)
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I want today to be special.
I want him to remember it with his mind and heart, to keep its joy in
both. And I know he will memorize this day forever after I've surprised
him like I'm planning to.
After all it is not just Valentine's Day but also our six months
anniversary. Even if that's not an actual, celebrated anniversary, but
it means a lot to me, as I know it does to him.
>From the day he became free, every single minute counts. I remember the
time so vividly as if it happened just a moment ago. We both quit the
Bureau the day after, got married a week later and moved into this
lovely little house just outside of Georgetown. Shortly after that he
began teaching Behavioral Sciences at Quantico and I got a job in a
hospital's ER in Georgetown.
Lighting the candles on the coffee table, I remember the difficulties
the two had at first trying to adjust to the new situation. But neither
of us needed a long time to accept and love our new luck, our final
freedom.
The journey here has been a constant fight-- for life, for right, and
for us. And it hasn't stopped with our marriage, no, we had to fight
even more, and much harder this time. It was a long fight, hard on both
of us, mentally as physically, and until now I didn't see any end to it.
But now I am there. *We* are there. And I know it will make him the
happiest man in the world.
There he is. I can hear him closing the door behind him, doing his best
to keep it silent so he can surprise me. I look at the clock; he stayed
in town for quite awhile.
"Hey", he now says from the door, drawing my attention. I smile and walk
up to him, hugging him, murmuring my welcome, then kiss him on the mouth
hard; his desperate attempt to keep the bouquet behind his back all the
while making my heart swell with affection.
Finally I release him and let him hand it to me. Seven long, delicately
scented red roses. One for each year. A small piece of chocolate
attached to each one.
All of a sudden I feel tears welling up, and I swallow, but he notices
it. Of course. He is the sweetest and most attentive husband. I couldn't
have wished for anything else but him.
He draws me close, giving me but a second to quickly drop the flowers on
the nearby dresser. Our lips meet again, deeper than before, our tongues
savoring one another, increasing our heartbeats, feeling one another's
warmth. When we break the kiss, I wrap both my arms around his torso and
bury my head in his chest. I could stand here like that forever, me and
him, but...
"Come on, dinner's ready", I say, dragging him with me into the dining
room.
He doesn't sit down as I disappear into the kitchen. I know he is
anticipating something. And I'll let him know in a minute.
I return not with a steaming pot but a small beige folder and place it
onto the table before him, smiling. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mulder", I
say.
He returns the smile, but he is not quite certain what I want him to
reveal there; he looks at the table, at me, then back at the table.
Finally he opens the file and takes out the small, Polaroid- like
picture. At first his face reflects his confusion, then he begins to
understand, and joy fills his eyes, as well as tears. And how could I
blame him? I watch him look at the blurry, dark picture with the tiny
white spot in the middle. His breathing becomes heavy, his eyes close
and open again, a single tear making its way down his cheek. Finally he
looks at me, his wife, at a loss of words.
After a moment he drops the small photo and hugs me tightly, sobbing
into my hair.
"Oh", he says, "oh Scully." I cling to him, letting have his way just as
I did this morning. He needs a moment to realize what my gift to him
means.
It means the fulfillment of our final goal, the last bit to add to our
complete, final luck. To make us love one another more each day.
"I'm pregnant", I say.
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Like it? Hope you do! :)
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Okay, here comes the note: Mulder and Scully married was a scenario that
I was sure I'd never EVER adopt in a fanfic. Until I saw Closure... or
.mpeg clips of it. That last scene, with all the tears it got me to cry,
was a conclusion to me. And a marriage would be the next logical, and
best, step for the two of them to make.
I hoped you liked my version of Ending The Quest.
--Nadine